Gender: Male Age: 53 Location: Las Vegas, Nv
|Introduction: Lone Scout|
I dressed carefully in my class C dress uniform and glanced back at Golden lying in the bed, “I’m going to miss this.”
She grinned, “You’re the one that accept the admiral’s offer.”
I shrugged, “True, but that doesn’t mean I won’t miss you.”
Golden slid off the bed and walked to me with a sexy sway to her hips, “Corporal England, you have a mission and so do I.”
She caressed my chest, “If and when we meet again.”
I hugged her and then turned and bent to grab my kit bag, “Learn to duck.”
She laughed as I walked out and headed towards the tram and the waiting ship. She was right, I did accept the admiral’s offer, they were always short Scouts for fringe worlds. The station I was heading for was located in another quadrant and would take a few weeks. This time I was traveling on a civilian transport ship.
The first few days were spent setting a routine. The one thing I hadn’t wanted to do was surrender my weapons but on a civilian ship that wasn’t an option. There were a few smart mouthed fleet officers and arrogant business men but I stayed away from them. They couldn’t understand the ship’s captain inviting me to dine at her table every night though.
On my last day I put my formal uniform on for the shuttle to Spectra Station. The captain met me at the boarding area as the officers snapped to attention. She smiled and kissed my cheek, “Give them hell son.”
I nodded and saluted before turning to board the shuttle and a steward set my EQ and weapons bags in a seat beside me. When I walked aboard Spectra a sergeant met me. She ignored the medals and grabbed my EQ bag, “I hope you are as good as they say.”
I grinned, “I try to be.”
She nodded as she slipped onto a moving tram and I joined her. She glanced at me and looked me over, “Why the flash?”
I smiled and glanced back towards the shuttle bay, “Some officers were irritating me and I couldn’t shoot them.”
She stared at me and then started laughing. That was how I met Sergeant Tracy Talent. She was the one to work me through their train up course. She never said anything about my Swift either. Gecko was a seemly nice world, it only had a few small towns and one small starport. Scouts were different than scout recon, they dropped onto a fringe or colony world alone and reported on what they found.
My insertion had been quiet and easy and I moved to my first target. Everything looked normal for a small rural town on a fringe world. After a couple of days I moved to the next town. Two weeks later I hit trouble. The small sea side town was much more than that. I counted three small armed space ships and after one slow check knew I had found a pirate nest.
I pulled back and opened my pack for my radio. I still had over a week before the small fleet scout ship returned but it had left a repeater sat in orbit. I encrypted my report and sent it before waiting. Ten minutes later I had my reply, the second regiment was training in a system close by and would here in two days. I set up a small observation post and tried to relax.
I could see men moving around and some women but they all wore some type of collar and the men led them on leashes like dogs. It was early the next morning that a larger ship came down. I swiftly scanned and checked its ident number and sent an update to my report. It was after the ship had landed that I knew I would have to do something.
A line of men and women were led off the ship and some wore fleet uniforms. I updated my report again with a report that I had to act and packed up. I slipped into the edge of town and carefully moved towards where everyone was gathering. When a pirate laughed and kicked a fleet commander to the ground before pulling a pistol I lifted my rifle.
A rating dove in front of the commander and the pirate snarled and shot him. That pissed me off and I lowered my rifle and started walking as I drew my Swift. Two men glanced at me and the laughter faded right before I shot them. I shot two more before I reached the edge of the crowd, I shot any man that held a weapon or a leash.
When I stepped out in front of the group of new pirates they were facing me to see what was going on. I shot the man that had killed the rating through the face and then any of the others that stayed still. I yanked the commander up and spun him before pulling my force knife and cutting him loose.
I handed the knife to him as I changed the magazine and holstered my Swift. I gestured towards the way I had come, “Go that way.”
I lifted my rifle and shot three pirates running into the small landing area and trailed behind the men and women struggling after the commander. The crowd clustered when they reached the edge of town and I grabbed the tattered uniform of a female rating, “across to the brush and then around the ridge.”
She swallowed and pushed through the crowd. I grunted as a bullet hit my side and turned to pick off the dozen men rushing towards us. The ones that dove to the ground only lived a few seconds more. I followed the crowd across and into the brush. I cursed as I realized the commander had turned the wrong way and led them into a small box canyon.
I followed quickly and pushed through as they reached the end. I looked back and shook my head before looking into the commander’s face, “Put them down along the very edges where the shallow lip overhangs. If they can dig under further all the better. Help is coming but it is still a little ways away.”
He nodded and started talking and pushing men and women to the sides as I headed back to the mouth of the canyon. I knelt behind a thick outcropping and waited. It wasn’t long before several men appeared, I held my fire as the bastards hid behind women they pushed in front of them. I waited as they drew closer and set my rifle down before drawing my Swift.
There were only five men and I stood at the last second and walked into the tangled group to shoot into each man’s head as he tried to duck or run. I pulled the women past me and pushed them towards the box canyon. I was surprised when the young female rating ran out and started pulling and pushing them. I holster my Swift and went to get my rifle before crossing to the other side of the canyon mouth.
The next ploy was a simple rush that ended with ten dead in front of my position, which I traded for a bullet through my upper left arm. The roar of firing and descending shuttles let me know the fleet regiment had arrived early. I touched my tracker on my belt and pulled my pack off to get at my radio.
Thirty minutes later a four man recon team carefully stepped into the small clear area in front of my position. I stepped out as their weapons came up to cover me. I shook my head, “I’m Pendragon, Salamander Scouts.”
I turned and headed towards the back of the canyon and the people waiting. One of the men led them out as I followed beside the team leader. She kept glancing at me and I finally looked at her, “Yes?”
She grinned, “You really took on all the pirates by yourself?”
I smiled and shook my head, “It isn’t the first time. It just seems I can’t stay out of trouble.”
She laughed as we reached one of the shuttles and pushed me towards a medic. It seems the second regiment sent their recon company ahead. When I said I was going in they had decided to recon in force.
After the hospital ship, I returned to Spectra and sergeant Talent met me again and grinned as we walked towards the company offices, “That commander you saved was swearing you were ten feet tall with twin rail pistols the size of cannons and breathing fire.”
I laughed and she hit my shoulder, “To bad you aren’t staying.”
I looked at her, “What do you mean I’m not staying?”
She shrugged, “We don’t have a Junior Sergeant slot and the Rangers wanted to borrow you.”
I frowned, “Rangers? I thought they only took two year veterans?”
Talent grinned, “They decided to make an exception.”
I looked at her suddenly, “Wait a minute, you said Junior Sergeant.”
She nodded, “The old lady will pin them on with the medal.”
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