Of history, warfare, leadership, and alcohol
There were forty-two prisoners at final count, including the wounded. Doc was already treating the wounded as 3rd Platoon scoured the rest of the ship for any other boarders who might have escaped. Transports were coming over from Essex, carrying additional troops and more sensor equipment for hull scans. COMSEC was established and so information …
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Light flickered in and out of the cabin where Ian sat, gazing across at the frigate just a few kilometers away. A frigate that was unresponsive. Sure, there were signs of life in it, and Ian felt confident that Rafario still had control of his ship. That being said, they still couldn’t talk to each …
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Ian pushed aside the stunned pilot as he entered the nose of the shuttle where the controls were. His medics hauled the pilot and co-pilot back out of the now-exposed cabin, since the main window had been smashed through. “Looper, get me the f**k up on comms!” he yelled back, as the young man frantically …
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There had been little fuss when he’d told the troop of their mission. The leadership seemed to understand the gravity of the situation in a way that Ian hadn’t expected. Maybe he was the only one naive enough to think that their logistical issues were all being handled. The briefing went quickly, the platoons conducted …
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Ian gazed out the window. Around him, he could hear the familiar ship-board sounds: the dull hum of voices, the clank and clash of mechanics at work, the intercom buzzing with announcements. They had been a part of his life as far back as he could remember and were now as comforting and familiar to …
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Energy blasts arced across the sky, blue hints against the permanent dark yellow. Someone was apparently fighting someone. Ian was laying on his back, gazing upwards. He briefly shut his eyes, yearning for some blessed relief from the ever-present light. Space is supposed to be dark he argued to himself. They'd moved far more than …
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Welcome to an experimental story I've been working on of what war in the future might look like. It will be serialized until it is complete. It was hot. Then again it always seemed hot these days. In fact, the more Ian thought about it, the more he realized that space exploration had one common …
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