The familiar humming sound of a space vessel's reactor core was barely audible inside the large, round, darkened room, at the center of which a large holographic image of a familiar planet was slowly revolving, standing nearly 5 meters tall. On its orange tainted surface, signs of a heavily industri…Continue Reading »
(Author’s note: if you haven’t read the earlier parts of this story, you should read that first before enjoying this story. Start with “Just Another Day At The Office”.
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“They’re still just sitting there!” Joe Waxie called over the comm as he kept his spotting scope trained on the Drekon ship. It remained still, parked on the front lawn of what was left of Parliament House in New Liberty. The capital of Cestus III lay in ruins, and Joe was doing his best to stay out of sight in an abandoned office building only a block away from what would hopefully become “ground zero” in a few minutes.
“Roger that, thanks Joe”, replied Nika from the resistance’s makeshift headquarters in the Museum of Antique Warfare in Atlantis, over 6,000 miles away.…Continue Reading »
Stardate 4059“Commander!”
The Commander looked up from his work as a young ensign came rushing into the command center. They're getting to be so young...thought the Commander as he rose to his feet to greet the ensign.“What the problem Ensign?”“Sir, new orders from Guild Headquarters.”“Well, lets see them then. Hand them here.”The Ensign placed the data sheet into his hand, and now the Commander could see why the young Ensign was so nervous. At the top of the data sheet were five golden stars, the sign that this message came from the top. Dismissing the Ensign, the Commander placed his hand onto the data sheet as it scanned his hand print and DNA. A letter rolled across the screen followed by several large streams of data.…Continue Reading »
General Bruce Wilkinson of Tiger Rock Communications HQ adjusted his headset and paused before initiating uplink with the cleanup crew commissioned in K42. He was the highest ranking at the communications facility, but he certainly wasn’t the most skilled man for the task of telling others the exact date and time, to the very splittest of seconds, that they will die.
“Volture Fleet 9, this is General Bruce Wilkinson – do you copy?” “Loud and clear, General. What’s our status?”“Enemy offensive heading towards you at full warp, Captain. You have three days.”“Three... days, General? Three days until what?”
General Wilkinson knew he was risking his career by abandoning protocol. But there was one thing Wilkinson knew about protocol and it was that silently woven into the fabric of every military rule there was a hidden protocol. A protocol that, under certain circumstances, made it imperative to disregard all protocol. The Captain of Volture Fleet 9 had not heard the word ‘day’ since he was a young boy, having been relocated to the pilot training program on Tiger Rock, 25 light years from Earth, at the age of sixteen.…Continue Reading »
(Author’s note: if you haven’t read the earlier parts of this story, you should read that first before enjoying this story. Start with “Just Another Day At The Office”.
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“It’s FREEZING in here!” Midori Yuki, the group’s medical officer shivered and sipped a cup of hot chocolate. She was bundled in a sweatshirt and jacket, but still felt chilled to the bone in the Great Hall of the Museum of Antique Warfare. Over the course of the last eighteen hours the Resistance had been attempting to recharge an antique Corvette housed there, using power from the mini fusion plant aboard their fast sailing ship, the Alyra. The museum had turned the environmental controls to as cold as possible a setting to help keep the power transfer cable cool. So far it had worked, and the power transfer had approached completion without a problem. But to Midori and Nika, the other female member of the team, it seemed as though the museum had dialed the temperature all the way down to “Arctic”.…Continue Reading »