Recruit (Jack Forge, Fleet Marine Book 1) Page 6

  The canons purred again and scorched the front line of the Chitins.

  The plasma whips flashed toward the drone. Without a neural processor, Jack could not handle all the information. He was slow. A plasma lance sliced through the port side of the drone. Jack pulled away, firing a hail of bullets from the small store of kinetic rounds. They tore through the Chitins as he retreated.

  The signal was received by the communications office and routed through the drone to Jack. It was from the Destroyer Scorpio.

  “Attention all personnel. Evac from Beta Training Base parade ground in five minutes.”

  “We need to get to the hill,” Jack said to Torent. His speech seemed slow and slurred. “Evac inbound. We need to tell them. We only have a few minutes.”

  “We can’t get there in that time.”

  Then the drone crashed back in through the hole in the roof.

  “Climb on,” Jack said. “And hold tight.”

  The drone arrived at the hill. Crippin was walking behind the line of recruits, who were all in the dirt laying down a well-ordered and disciplined fire.

  “That’s it. You’ve got them dug in now. They don’t want this hill as badly as they first thought.”

  Torent dived into the dirt amongst the recruits and opened fire. Jack gave Crippin the news.

  “Evac?” she said. “Thought I would serve out my time on this hill.” She patted Jack on the shoulder. “Good work, Forge. Scout the route back to the parade ground. Make sure there are no Chits waiting for us, then secure the landing area.” As Jack ran off down the hill, he heard Crippin shouting orders. “Sergeant Hacker, take this squad down the hill. Tactical withdrawal.”

  The recruits came running toward the parade ground. Jack scouted the area ahead with the drone. The Chitins were closing in on all sides around the training complex. Crippin and Hacker were falling back toward the training complex, firing as they went. The few remaining Chitin soldiers were approaching more cautiously, but they were lashing out with their plasma spears.

  Sergeant Hacker yelled in pain as his right leg was ripped off by a spear that coiled around his knee. Crippin grabbed the sergeant and dragged him backwards, firing her rifle one-handed at the Chitins as she went. A spear flashed out and took her rifle arm at the elbow.

  Jack piloted the drone between Crippin and the chits. He faced off against the chits and fired the last few remaining rounds. Kinetic rounds, incendiary rounds, and finally a mid-yield explosive that threw up rock and dust and Chitin flesh.

  The rescue craft came down on the parade ground. A gun on the upper hull was firing bursts, hundreds of rounds per second. In the distance, Jack saw the rocky surface of the moon throwing up clouds of dust as the rounds struck. An officer ran out of the rescue craft and called the recruits aboard.

  “Lieutenant Crippin,” Jack shouted.

  “Get in, Jack,” Torent shouted from the ramp. “Get in,”

  Jack piloted the drone to the stricken sergeant and lieutenant. He hovered the drone low to the ground and let Crippin and Hacker climb aboard. Carefully and as quickly as he could, Jack brought the drone and its human cargo to the rescue craft.

  “We’ve got incoming,” the rescue craft officer shouted. He grabbed Jack by the collar and dragged him aboard. Jack watched through the drone sensors as a plasma spear struck from orbit. A huge Chitin craft appeared and eclipsed the distant sun. The massive plasma spears scoured the moon surface, throwing dust and rock into the thin atmosphere.

  Jack gripped his head. His eyes burned from the inside as the information from the plasma spear strike flooded his brain. And then he lost contact with the drone. The sudden end of the data stream was as disorientating as when he first accessed it. Exhaustion hit and Jack collapsed, unconscious.

  THE FIRST THING Jack noticed when he came around was the noise, the distant hum of the fusion drive. The second thing was the cold of the deck. He looked about and saw he was in a hangar deck aboard a destroyer. The hangar was neat and clean, except for the ragged recruits covered in dust and blood. An officer walked in front of the assembled recruits.

  “At ease, trash bags. Welcome aboard the Scorpio. You have had the shortest and most brutish training any squad in the Fleet Marine Division has ever been through. You have all proven yourselves in the face of the enemy. It’s my duty to award you your Fleet Marine stripe.”

  Jack nudged Torent. “You still think they will make you an officer?”

  Torent held out a hand and pulled Jack off the deck. “You still think you’re too smart for the Marines?”

  Jack fell silent as the officer came up to him. He struggled to stay on his feet as he saluted. Torent held him steady as the officer pinned a Fleet Marine stripe on his chest. He’d never wanted to be a soldier, but now he knew the only way out was either in a bodybag or by beating the Chitins. Next time he met them, he would be ready.

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  Space is so boring!

  THIS WAS CERTAINLY NOT what Violet had expected space travel to be like. She had dreamed of this since the first time she looked up at the stars in the sky, but none of those dreams had included endless days of nothingness. The only excitement she had experienced during the first days of the journey was when an occasional piece of space debris penetrated the warp field forcing the pilot to take evasive action. Even those potentially deadly encounters were brushed aside, as if they were no more bothersome than a fly buzzing around the room, by the Krim Sprinter's legendary pilot, Cyrus Jones, who was as much machine as man.

  The captain had assured her that the Krim Sprinter was the fastest ship in the fleet, which made it the fastest ship in the known universe, when he reluctantly brought her on board the week before. The problem with space travel was the incomprehensible distances between planets. Even at three hundred times the speed of light, the travel time to Proxima was listed as seven days. The captain had assured her that they would be there in five. When she asked what they would do on the Proxima outpost for two days while they waited for the rest of the crew to arrive, Captain Mitch Cooper had just smiled and walked away.

  After four days of watching countless specks of light stream past in a blur, Violet wished her childhood dream had involved something less monotonous...like being an accountant. She was wondering if it was possible to actually die of boredom when the ship violently lurched, throwing her from her chair. She froze in the air momentarily as the warp drive was forcibly shut down, dropping the ship back into real time, before being slammed into the navigation console. Everything went black.

  When she came to, the ship’s bridge was in total chaos. Warning sirens were going off. Red lights were flashing. Captain Cooper was rushing from station to station, a
ssessing damage and muttering to himself. She had a pretty good idea of what he was saying.

  "What the hell just happened, Cyrus?"

  "We were hit by a photon torpedo, Captain," he answered calmly as he stared at the seemingly empty space in front of the ship.

  "That's impossible!"

  "Yet here we are."

  Captain Cooper looked ready to explode. Instead, he took a calming breath as he ran both hands through his grey hair. "Did you drop us out of warp before we tore the ship apart?"

  "Of course," Cyrus replied without taking his eyes off the still empty space in front of the ship. "Belzaire's not gonna be happy, though. There's no telling how much of the warp system we tore up shutting it down that quickly."

  Violet had pulled herself to her feet and was using the navigation console to steady herself. "So what just happened?"

  "Somehow, we were hit by a photon torpedo while traveling at warp three," the captain muttered.

  "How is that possible?"

  "It's not."

  The captain raised his hand to head off further questions. "We'll talk later. Can you find your way to engineering?"

  "I think so."

  "Get down there and help Belzaire. There's bound to be damage of some sort."

  She was leaving the bridge when Cyrus quietly said, "There's something out there, Captain."

  "Where?"

  "Right in front of us."

  "What is it?"

  "I don't know," Cyrus answered. "I can't see it."

  "If you can't see anything, how the hell do know something's there?"

  Cyrus just shrugged.

  The captain pointed at Violet. "Get to engineering. Tell Belzaire to get that warp drive back online."

  "I'll do what I can."

  The last thing Violet heard as she headed to engineering with a renewed sense of urgency was Captain Cooper telling Cyrus to put everything they had into the shields. All their lives might depend on it.

  AS VIOLET RUSHED into the warp room, she was confronted with a scene straight out of her nightmares. Glowing green warp fluid squirted everywhere. Steam leaks sprouted like geysers. Blinking red and yellow beacons were the only discernible source of light. When a huge man with deep red skin and jet black hair rounded the corner screaming curses, she thought, just for a moment, that she had been transported to Hell and was facing the devil himself.

  "What are you doing here?" the large, angry man growled through gritted teeth.

  "I...I...I'm here to help," she managed. "Captain said to help you get the warp system back online."

  "Oh," he said with a sudden smile. "Glad to have you. I'm Belzaire. Come with me. We've got a lot of work to do."

  Belzaire turned and walked straight into the chaos, not even bothering to avoid the steam blasts or leaking warp fluid. Violet followed tentatively, doing her best to avoid both. When she caught up to him, he was in the process of sliding a very heavy looking cabinet to the side, revealing a trapdoor in the floor.

  "What's in there?"

  "Warp fluid," he replied nonchalantly.

  Before Violet could ask why the warp fluid was stored behind a hidden trapdoor, Belzaire pulled the door open to reveal a deep chamber with hundreds of clear cylinders full of glowing green fluid. There was easily ten times the legal limit of warp fluid in there.

  Belzaire answered her unasked question with a mischievous smile and started pulling out cylinders. "We lost almost two hundred liters before I got the system shut down," he said. "I'll fix the leaks while you refill the system."

  "Two hundred liters is more than a ship this size needs for the entire system," Violet sputtered, finally coming to terms with what she was seeing. "Not to mention twice the legal limit of reserves allowed on a ship like this."

  "I've made some modifications," was all he said while he continued to pull out more cylinders of the precious liquid.

  When he had retrieved twenty-five cylinders, Belzaire stood up and looked at Violet, who was staring at him with wide eyes, trying to comprehend what was going on. "Now, look," he said firmly. "If the captain sent you down here to help, something is seriously wrong. We need to get this ship back up and running. You deserve an explanation, but now is not the time."

  Sensing the gravity of the situation, if not the cause, Violet nodded slowly. "What do you need me to do?"

  Belzaire smiled reassuringly and pointed across the warp room to the half-empty tank of warp fluid. "We need to refill the reservoir. Can you do that while I fix the leaks?"

  "I think so."

  "Good. Just put a cylinder on the fill pad and hit the green button."

  Those were the only instructions he gave before turning away and heading to a pipe leaking warp fluid on the far wall. Violet looked around the room briefly, wondering what she had gotten herself into, then started transporting the cylinders to the reservoir.

  It took far longer than she had anticipated because she was constantly stepping over debris and around puddles of warp fluid, which she learned the hard way were very slippery. By the time the last cylinder had been sucked into the tank, Belzaire had finished repairing the leaks and was gathering the empty cylinders and putting them back in the hidden compartment. When she attempted to ask about them, Belzaire simply said, "Later," and closed the trap door and slid the cabinet back into place.

  With the compartment of warp fluid again hidden, Belzaire turned to Violet and smiled warmly. "Thank you for your help," he said. "You should head back to the bridge. If something goes wrong, that's the best place to be."

  She wanted so say something, ask questions, or try to figure out what exactly was going on. Instead, Violet simply said, "Okay," and headed out of the warp room, back to the bridge.

  As soon as she turned to leave, Belzaire hurried to the control console and pushed the intercom button for the bridge. "Captain, we've got the system ready to power back up. We should be ready for warp travel in about five minutes, but we won't have full capacity until I can do a more thorough repair."

  "Got it," came the captain’s disembodied reply. "Call me when you're ready."

  BACK ON THE BRIDGE, Violet sat in the chair she had previously been thrown from, looking out into space. She was trying to piece together everything she had seen. Did the captain know there was enough illegal warp fluid hidden on his ship to get everyone on the ship executed? She thought it was likely that he did. And what did Belzaire mean by modifications? Nobody knew how warp travel really worked, it just did. Making modifications to something you didn't understand, and could kill you, was crazy. But then again, much of what she had seen and heard since coming aboard the Krim Sprinter was a bit bizarre.

  The captain's voice brought her back to the apparently tense situation. "Is it still there, whatever it is?"

  "Yes, it is, Captain."

  "And you still don't know what it is?"

  "Nope."

  Violet expected the captain to be angry, but he simply nodded, seeming to accept that there was something invisible, and possibly dangerous, just outside. Yep, things were definitely a bit crazy aboard the Krim Sprinter.

  "Captain, the warp system is online and ready to go," the intercom suddenly blared. "Tell Cyrus to keep it to warp one, one point five max. But preferably warp one."

  "You heard him, Cyrus. Warp speed one point eight."

  Cyrus looked at him with a disapproving glare, but simply asked, "Where to, Captain?"

  "Anywhere but here."

  A moment later, Cyrus reported, "We're ready when you are, Captain."

  "Drop the shields and engage the warp field as fast as your robotic arm possibly can," the captain said as he leaned forward in his chair, staring intently at the still empty space in front of the ship. "Three, two, one, go."

  Everything happened so fast; Violet could barely comprehend what she was seeing. She could hear the click of the shields dropping and feel time freeze momentarily as the warp field formed and the ship jumped into warp speed. And in the same instant, she sa
w three photon blasts appear out of nowhere, heading straight for them. She squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed the chair, bracing for an impact that never came. When she managed to pry her eyes open, all she could see was the emptiness of space streaking past.

  Maybe space wasn't going to be so boring after all.

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  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Thank You

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