Rocket Fox: Part Twenty Three

Often, the engine rooms of cargo cruisers were a huge mess. Most were cobbled together with parts purchased or traded from all sorts of areas. Many assembled parts were bartered from the Jackai Sifter salvage ship, or from other cargo cruisers. It was not unheard of for a Vulpine freighter to have the neutronium coils from Pantheran cargo cruisers. But Lionid ships were a different matter. Considering the engineering of these ships were dictated by monks of the different monasteries, the ships themselves seemed quite disciplined themselves. They were immaculate.

When Snowy took Hardy into the engine room, Hardy had to stop and look around for a moment in wonder.

“Ya know,” she finally said after she looked over the pristine engine. “The Vulpinian Trade Coalition could learn a thing ‘r two from the Lionids.”

“I know, right,” Snowy said with a chuckle. “Sort of like my dad’s ship when we first arrived on Canin. The Lionids thought we were in a battle while on route. Come on. I think the worst of the damage from that fire fight is in here.” Snowy lead Hardy down through the long corridor of driver coils. The engine itself was massive, even for a cargo ship. Two long tubes that seemed to glow, encased in a clear housing of transparent titanium shielding. Tough as nails to break through, which kept the engine safe in case of an attack. “Here it is,” Snowy said as she pointed out a snoking panel.

“Ah that shouldn’t take too long to fix,” Hardy replied as she took out her tool kit. “This is nothin’ like what my instructor at the military college talked about.”

“Military college?” Snowy said as she pried the panel off the control box. “You guys looked more like fighter pilots than military. Which is another thing I was going to ask. You’re with Main Authority, but I never knew of Main Authority taking on your type.”

“Well, we are fighter pilots,” Hardy replied as she inspected some of the burned out fuses with a calibrator. “At least, we attended the Chattingham Academy after military college.”

“Wouldn’t you guys be with the 76^th, though,” Snowy asked as she gently pulled out a control rod. “Gimme a hand with this, would you?”

“That was the plan,” Hardy said as she helped with the control rod. “But, I think ya heard Left-tenant Felix’s voice. There was a decision that she’d be unfit ta be a pilot.” Hardy looked up in time to see the look on Snowy’s face. “I know, I know exactly what yer thinkin’.”

“That’s just a bunch of bob-tail,” Snowy said, matter of factly. “Sorry for the language. Hand me that operator bar, please.”

“Oh, no worry about language,” Hardy said with a chuckle and handed over the tool for Snowy. “I guess General Gerring caught wind of it, found it to be an injustice and next me an’ Clarry knew, we were recruited into the service of the Main Authority as well.” They gently placed the spent rod into a holding container and began to place a brand new rod in its place. “I think General Gerring must of looked at my file and figured one look at the Nighthawk and I’d swoon madly over her.”

“She is an impressive looking ship,” Snowy said with a chuckle as they began to carefully insert the new rod. “Careful. Gotta make sure that it’s flush when it’s in place. Then the engine should run smooth again.”

“She is an impressive ship. Brand new systems, complete with the latest in weapons technology, sensor capability, an’ even fly smooth,” Hardy said, boasting about the Nighthawk’s finer points. “We’ll have to look over that fuel problem, mind you.”

“If you don’t mind, maybe after supper I can give you a hand with that.”

“Oh, I don’t see why not,” Hardy said with a smile. Always a chance to show off the Nighthawk and this would be the first biggest chance. “Just haveta clear it with Senia and I don’t see that bein’ a problem.”

“There we go,” Snowy said as she closed up the panel again. “Now we just have to clean up and she’ll be good until we get to Critainian space dock.” Snowy looked to Hardy and smiled. “As Urial says, a clean engine is a happy engine.”

“Well,” Hardy replied as she perked an eyebrow. “Words o’ wisdom that strike home and heart to me.”

“When we get to space dock, we’ll probably put her through the basic repairs,” Snowy said. “Urial and Nadia will no doubt oversee all repairs. This ship is like their third cub, after all.” She looked up and took a sniff. “We best hurry. Smells like Urial’s cooking his finest again. He likes to try new things all the time, and I have to admit, he can make some delicious food. Come on. Give me a hand cleaning up and we can make it in time for supper.”

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February 25, 2012 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: February Writer's Challenge, Lupine Star System, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Rocket Fox: Part Twenty Two

All five watched with great interest as the Nighthawk formed back into her original configuration beyond the doors of the shuttle bay. They were speechless as the craft gracefully glided into the hold of the Lionid’s Pride. Never before had they seen a vessel like her, one that could traverse the depths of space, yet separate to become three very formidable fighter craft. They more than proved their worth this day, and all thought they could have easily destroyed the Jackai ship. But they let them go, returning in a protective formation around the Pride.

Marina and Calder waited with excitement by the control shield as the bay began to recycle atmosphere as the doors closed. The great, dark blue bird, resting in the middle of the room. She looked pristine as she sat there, like some majestic ice eagle, one of the greatest birds that roamed the ice cliffs of the northern continent of Canin. As the control shield lowered, the pair of cubs raced down to get a closer look. Urial, Nadia and Snowy each walked casually toward the craft, but deep down, they were just like Calder and Marina, filled with excitement as they saw the craft.

“Those Vulpine and Felanus are incredible craftsman,” Urial said in a low voice as he looked over the hull of the ship. Snowy looked back and smiled, knowing with just a look at the ship that there were designs from both Vulpine and Felanus ingenuity at work in that craft. The fleet may have been called the Royal Vulpine Authority, but the Felanus had a great hand in helping construct and man the vessels that roamed space from Vulpinia.

The main hatch of the craft lowered, and the three Vulpine walked down the ramp, offering a wave as they caught sight of the small group.

“Thank you very much for letting uth dock,” Senia called out.

“It seems I’ll have somethin’ to look into,” Hardy added. “Fuel reserves start ta bottom out when the ship separates. Gotta be a way to make sure the reserves keep level.”

Marina and Calder stared in wonder at the three pilots. They weren’t much shorter than them at all. “Wow,” Calder whispered with a touch of awe in his voice. “I’ve never seen Vulpine before.”

“Ah…” Urial began as he stepped forward. “You’ll have to excuse our children,” he said as he motioned to his mate. “This is they’re first time travelling such a distance. They just recently met some of the Lupine in a cargo run to the Wolves of the Plains.”

“Oh, no need to explain,” Senia said with a smile. “In a way, thith ith our firtht journey to the other planetth ath well. More formal introductionth. Left-tenant Thenia Felix.” Senia extended her hand to Urial and then added, “That’th Thenia. With an ‘Eth’.” She cleared her throat as she heard the cubs giggling. “Pardon me, but, I have to explain thometimeth. I am aware I have a thpeech impediment.”

“I for one don’t mind,” Nadia said as she stepped forward and shook Senia’s hand. “You did quite the number on those pirates.” They all exchanged greetings, even the cubs who needed a bit of proding to say their names. They were still caught with a bit of wonder.

“I am afraid it will be a little while yet before we can press on,” Urial said with a sigh. “Our engines were hit and we lost out main hyper drive. We have parts, but it might take sometime to fix.”

“Unfortunately, that means I’ll have to get to work,” Snowy said as she picked up a tool kit from a nearby work station.

“Well,” Hardy piped up as she stepped over to the white Felanus. “They maybe the job can go faster if I give ya a hand. I’m pretty good with a wrench myself. An’ I look at it this way, with a Vulpine an’ a Felanus workin’ on the engines together, we should have her up and runnin’ in no time.” Snowy chuckled at the enthusiasm Hardy showed and nodded, motioning for her to follow.

“It’s not completely necessary,” Urial spoke up. “You saved us from those pirates. We owe you a good deal more.”

“This is our duty,” Clarfax said with a nod. “It would be out of character for us not to respond to an attack.”

“Bethideth,” Senia said with a firm nod. “You’re give uth pathage while we repair our own ship, the leatht we can do ith help you with yourth.”

“In that case, you are most welcome to join us for dinner,” Urial said as he bowed slightly. “I will do the cooking. I believe you will enjoy our fine selection of ginseng and rose petal teas also, Lieutenant.”

Senia looked to Clarfax and smiled. He nodded in reply, impressed with the announced selection. If there was one thing that always caught a Vulpine’s attention, it was the mention of tea.

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February 23, 2012 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: February Writer's Challenge, Lupine Star System, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Rocket Fox: Part Twenty One

“According to sensors if we continue at this speed we should have no problems the rest of the way to Critainia,” Clarfax announced from his station. “We’ll dock at Critainian planetary space dock in 32 hours.”

“Good to hear,” Senia said as she flipped a few switches on her console. “Dropping the Nighthawk into autopilot.” Once the ship had taken over navigation, Senia sat back and stretched. “I jutht hope that thith new ship doethn’t make uth complathent at all.”

“That’s why I think we need to do our own drills,” Hardy spoke up. She’d been monitoring the hyper drive as they flew to their destination, and had no anomalies to report. “If we have the opportunity to test out the ‘Hawk’s capabilities, then we’ll keep ourselves sharp as well.”

“Um…” Clarfax said as he looked to his sensor screens. “We may have an opportunity, actually.” He began flipping switches and pressing commands into the computer as Senia and Hardy joined him at the station, watching the screens. “I’m reading weapons fire. One thousand kilometers aft.” He looked to Senia and Hardy. “Some of it is coming from the Pride, but there are other signatures. They are sporadic, but they also point to what we know about Jackai ships.”

Senia stood up straight as her ears lay back on her head. She looked out the window to the space in front of the Nighthawk, she knew a decision had to be made quickly. “Clarfax, contact the Critainian authoritieth and inform them we will be late. When you have confirmation they have the methage, take your thtationth in the other cockpit’th. We’ll theparate the Nighthawk and invethtigate and athitht in whatever way we can.”

Without another word, Hardy and Clarfax moved to their individual cockpits, closing off the outer hatches to the main control area. Senia moved to her own pilot’s seat and strapped in, receiving confirmation from both that they were preparing.

“Internal atmosphere is stable,” Clarfax reported.

“Engines are prepared for separation sequence,” Hardy called out over the comm.

“Keep communication channelth open,” Senia instructed them both as she prepped her own ship. “Clarfax, ath thoon ath we are within range of the Pride, contact them.”

“Understood,” he replied quickly.

“Beginning theparation on my mark,” Senia said as she flipped a few switches on her control panel. Red light indicators came to life, letting her know that Hardy and Clarfax were ready. “Mark, begin theparation.”

The ship shuddered and groaned as metal plating retracted. Indicators showed the progress and let each pilot know just how much fuel would be available for each ship. Communications went from wired comm devices to wireless frequencies. The engines of the secondary ships flashed for a moment, then powered up and matched the speed of the main fighter. Senia’s craft began retracting the wings, just as the other two fighters began extending their own wings.

“Perfect,” Senia said with a smile, then flipped a few switches to initiate the auto targeting system. “Clarfax, are we within range of the Pride?”

“Almost, Senia,” he replied quickly. “Another minute and we should have a comm lock.”

“Engines are working fine,” Hardy said over the comm. There was a smile in her voice, pride beaming through that the procedure worked flawlessly.

They could see the Pride in the distance, as a larger, much more menacing ship attacked it. In usual Jackai design, the ship was cobbled together from various other vessels. Hull plating from a Vulpine vessel, the hyper drive from an old Lionid cruiser, weapoins from a Pantheran destroyer. All of it acquired through means of scavenging. But most impressive was the piece of work the Jackai had done themselves. Reclamation arms at the front of the ship, making it look like some menacing spider hungry for prey. At the base of the arms there was a tractor beam device, which presently had the Pride locked on target.

On the bridge of the Pride, Urial and Nadia were working furiously to free their ship from the clutches of these predators. “Trying to scramble sensors,” Nadia reported as she worked tirelessly at a control console. “Not working.”

“Thrusters are down,” Urial roared as he slammed his fist onto the flat surface of his console. He could see out of the corner of his eye, his children huddled together next to Snowy’s console. He knew the Jackai would board the ship and take whatever they could. They’d have to hold here on the bridge and be prepared to fight hand to hand if need be. At least their passenger was helping to protect his children.

“We’re receiving a transmission,” Snowy called out as a photon blast rocked the vessel.

“The pirate wish to talk?” Urial snarled.

“No! It’s a Vulpine signature,” Snowy said as she looked back to Urial.

Both he and Nadia looked to Snowy for a moment before he spoke. “On speakers, quickly.”

“Lionid’th Pride, thith ith Left-tenant Felix. We thee your thituation and are on our way to athitht. Hold tight ath betht you can,” the transmission said, then began to repeat.

“We hear you, Lieutenant,” Urial said with a triumphant roar. “What is your plan?”

“We’re going to come up your belly,” Senia replied. “Uthe your hyper drive thignature to hide our approach. Our firtht target ith going to be that tractor beam.”

“Understood, Lieutenant,” Urial replied. “We’ll be waiting and ready.” He looked between Nadia and Snowy. “When they come around, give them as much support as you can. How many photons do we have left?”

“Ten,” Nadia reported as she gripped the edge of her console, trying to keep herself upright after another blast from the Jackai slammed into the ship.

“I picked up their signatures,” Snowy called out. “By the Great Mother,” she whispered. “The Nighthawk is three ships.” She looked to the view screen and watched the menacing ship and wondered if the Jackai would be prepared.

On board the bridge of the Pirate’s Victory, Silent Stalker watched with glee as the ship’s weapons did their damage. “Don’t focus on the cargo bays,” he informed his tactical officer. “I want what they’ve got. Just hit their weapons and propulsion.” He grabbed his chair as the Pride fired a volley back at the Jackai ship. “Oh oh!” Stalker laughed. “The pretty kitties are getting feisty! They want a fight, they’re gonna get one.” He turned his chair to his naviagtion officer. “Begin the reclamation, put the arms in place and lock the Pride in, we’ll tow it if we have.”

“Right away…” The navigation officer stopped mid sentence, causing Stalker to look at him directly, a look on his face as though he was filled with great disappointment. “Sir. I’m reading something. Something’s coming up hard and fast from underneath the Pride.”

In answer to the question not yet voiced, the Victory rocked violently as a volley of photon torpedoes slammed into the vessel. The bridge crew tumbled and scrambled as the ship was tossed about. The navigator scurried into his seat and checked his readings carefully. “Sir. The tractor beam has been disabled.”

“The pretty kitties couldn’t have done that,” Stalker howled. “They’ve got torpedoes ten years out dated.”

“It wasn’t the Pride, sir,” the officer reported, then hung onto his console as another attack rocked the vessel. “Three Vulpine attack fighters, coming in from starboard. I’ve never seen this class of Vulppie fighter before.”

“Great Wolf, blasted Vulpine,” Stalker growled. “There has to be a ship somewhere around here. Fighter craft can’t just appear without transport.”

“There isn’t one, sir,” the officer cried out. “Just the three fighters…” He was tossed from his console as a shower of sparks rained out from the work station and the bridge rocked violently. Another attack by the Vulpine. He managed to scramble to his feet, holding his now injured left arm by his side, and began checking his readings once more. “Sir, all six reclamation arms have been destroyed.”

Stalker looked out the view screen for a moment as the debris from the arms floated by, the Pride now free from their grasp. “Tactical!” he finally shouted. “Target the fighters.”

“Having trouble, sir,” the tactical officer reported. “They’re scrambling out sensor lock and playing havoc with our targeting systems.”

“Target them manually if you have,” Stalker shouted out with rage. “Don’t just sit there, do it!” He fell back into his seat as another volley hit the ship. Just how much damage were the doing.

“That’s the last of the reclamation arms,” Clarfax called out over the comm system as the fighters hugged the hull of the Pirate’s Victory.

“Good,” Senia quickly replied. “Hardy, begin a thtraffing run and take out their hyper drive. Leave them only with impulthe power. Clarfax, take the port thide and target their weaponth thythtemth. I’ll take thtarboard. Leave them in jutht enough of a piethe tho they can limp back to the Belt.” Senia gripped her controls as she heard the confirmation from both Hardy and Clarfax. The three fighters began to make their run.

Hardy dodged weapons fire easily as she neared the back of the ship, firing when she needed to and taking out lower weapons arrays. Both Senia and Clarfax made their respective runs, taking out weapons turrets as they went. The Pirate’s Victory was about to become a hollow one. An explosion rocked the larger vessel and Senia’s comm lit up. “Hyper drive destroyed,” Hardy called out. “Minimal damage to the ship’s hull, but she won’t be making any hyper jumps in the next little while.”

“Well done!” Senia called out. “Rendezvous with me back at the Pride. Clarfax, open a channel to the Jackai.”

“Channel open, Senia,” Clarfax replied.

“Jackai vethel,” Senia called out as soon as she was informed by her comm that connection had been made. “I urge you to retreat. Try to make it back to your hole in the Belt. We’ve already contacted Main Authority, who will undoubtedly contact a ship of the fleet. Maybe the Tritan or even the Thunderchild. Do not come into thith area of thpathe again.” She closed out the channel before receiving a reply, taking note that the Jackai ship was beginning to retreat slowly. The three fighters positioned themselves in a defensive pattern near the front of the Lionid’s Pride and watched as the Jackai began to shrink slowly from view.

“We have a small problem, Senia,” Hardy called out over the comm. “Fuel reserves are low. We’ll need to dock soon.”

“Maybe the commander of the Pride will help uth out,” Senia suggested. “Clarfax, open a channel to the Pride and then contact the Critainians again. We’ll be much more late than originally anticipated.”

“Aye, Senia,” Clarfax called out. “Urial is on the channel from the Pride.”

“Urial,” Senia said as she began to relax a bit now that the Jackai were gone from view. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, Lieutenant,” he said. “Thank you for your assistance. It was much appreciated. If there is anything we can do to repay you, just name it.”

“There might be thomething,” Senia said as she tapped in the order for the three fighters to regroup and reform into one ship. “We’re running low on fuel. Perhapth you could give uth tranthport to the Critainian ship yardth.”

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February 22, 2012 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: February Writer's Challenge, Lupine Star System, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Rocket Fox: Part Twenty

The Lionid’s Pride was the first of many ships launched from the fifth planet in the Lupine planetary system. Canin was host to two species; the Lionids and the Pantherans. The Pantherans had made a name for themselves already in space, and their actions, in combination with the actions of the Vulpine, forged some of the greatest treaties in the history of the system. The Lionids were much different, though they did share similar features.

The Lionids were much more peaceful, and they valued wisdom and discovery among several of their virtues. It was because of this, the Lionids vowed that any space faring fleet they would sail would be one of peace. That has survived to this very day. For the longest time, the Lionids ran cargo cruisers and science vessels that carried no compliment of weapons. But after a few attacks from Pantheran and Jackai pirates, and the head of the Pantheran fleet urged them to arm their vessels with at the very least, low yield photon torpedoes. Nothing that would destroy an attacker, but enough to make them think twice. The Lionids, after all, valued life the greatest of all virtues. Even when they killed game for their own meat, it was done in a very respectful manner.

The Pride, as she had come to be called, was a generational ship. Much like the Jayna tribe ship the Sifter and the Vulpine cargo cruiser the Barrow’s Revenge, the Pride had been a constant in a family of Lionids, always passed down from parent to cub. The present holders of the Pride were well respected among the merchant guilds throughout the system. Urial and Nadia, along with their children, had made many friends from Canin to Critainia. Often, they would shuttle cargo which included fine wines from the Ice Field Monastery on Canin, or rose petals from Critainia. On this day, the Pride’s cargo was tanned leathers from the northern Lupine tribes of Lupinia bound for Critainia. This particular day also gave the Pride one passenger.

Her name was Snow Fall, a pure white Felanus, born on her home world of Vulpinia, and raised in a monastery on Canin after her parents wished to explore. Snow Fall was much like her parents, with her own exploring nature, which was why she was on her way to Critainia. She didn’t consider herself a passenger, though. No, she worked as hard to pay for her way to Critainia as if she was a regular crew member, and with some help from Nadia, she made sure that the sensors and navigation arrays were working properly. And she also made sure the entire family was fed, as she was an expert cook. More of a hobby, but something she prided herself in.

That was her tasked on this day, as she stood in front of the counter, cutting up thick pieces of rye bread, lightly cooking slices of bubka meat, and fixing up a salad for herself. There was tea, and juice for Marina and Calder, the two cubs to Urial and Nadia. She hummed as she busied herself, smiling as she sensed a presence come up on either side of her. “You know, you guys aren’t as quiet as you’d like to think you are.” She looked to either side of her, winking to the two cubs. They had taken it upon themselves to play hide and seek with Snowy as much as they could. Snowy got very good at listening for their padding feet across the floor of a deck.

“We almost had you,” Marina said with a whine, trying to defend her abilities to hunt and capture. Even if it was playfully.

“How come you get to cook an’ me an’ Marina don’t?” Calder said as he tried looking over the counter. Both cubs were only eye level with the counter, still too small to do most tasks on board the vessel.

“Because I’m the passenger and I have to cook as part of my pay for your mom and dad taking me to Critainia,” Snowy replied as she finished the last of the sandwiches. “I’m also the adult, and you two shouldn’t try this until your mom and dad teach you how to do it.”

“But, you’re not much taller than me an’ Calder,” Marina pointed out.

“I also happen to be standing on a box so I can do this,” Snowy explained with a nod. “Now, I have something that you two can do.” She handed each cub a tray, both containing a cup of tea and several sandwiches. “Take those to your parents and I’ll bring your food out too, okay?” The cubs smiled, said ‘okay’ as cheerily as they could, then carefully carried the trays the short distance to the bridge. Snowy gathered up a few other plates of food, along with juices and tea, her own meal and the cubs, then stepped carefully off the box and followed the cubs to the bridge.

As she entered the doorway to the bridge, Urial and Nadia were already sitting down to eat at a little table area by the workstations. Marina and Calder were both waiting patiently, or as patiently as they could, for their own meals. Snowy smiled as she set down the large tray and first handed Marina her meal and then Calder. Both children happily said ‘thank you miss Snow’ and began to eat. Snowy moved over to her own workstation and began nibbling at her salad.

“Thank you, Snowy,” Urial said with a nod as he sipped his tea. “I must admit, at first I was worried when you said you would take care of the food details for our trip, but I can see that my worries were not warranted.”

“He means that he was worried someone would mess up his kitchen,” Nadia explained to Snowy with a chuckle. “He’s very protective of that kitchen.”

“Of course,” Urial said in a shocked tone. “It takes a certain art to cook, and to let just anyone use the place where you create art can be rather… invasive. But, I have put aside my doubts and your time here with us on this journey has given me other opportunities.” He looked to his children who sat across the table from him. “Such as spending time with my daughter and son,” he added as he smiled. The two cubs grinned back at the compliment.

Snowy only smiled and continued to nibble her salad. This family was perfect. They worked together, learned together, and even played together. It helped that both Urial and Nadia had this fascination with space, with ships, and they wanted to share that with their children. Her attention was diverted as a read light on her navigation console began blinking. She flipped a few switches and carefully looked over the read out. “Incoming ship,” she announced. “Looks Vulpine, but I’ve never seen the registry number before, not the configuration.”

“Oh?” Urial said with great interest. “Are they within visual range?” He looked to Snowy, who nodded and began putting in the combination of commands to display the ship on the main view screen. “Amazing,” he said with some awe. “She appears to be one ship, but has the look of three to her.” He sat back in his chair and smiled. He loved ships, but his passion was the old space vessels that were powered with solar sails. “Perhaps we should hail them.”

“I can open up a channel,” Snowy said and began sending a hail to the ship. They waited a moment and finally heard the response. “She’s received and sending a message back. I’ll put it on screen.”

All five of them turned to the view screen as the image of the interior of the ship came into view. Three Vulpine sat at work stations, one who they presumed to be in command, faced the transmission. “Thith ith Left-tenant Thenia Felix of the RVA Nighthawk.” She paused a moment and cleared her throat. “Excuse my thpeech impediment. That’th Thenia, with an ‘Eth’.”

“Lieutenant Felix,” Urial announced in a bold voice. “I am Urial of the Lionid’s Pride. We just saw you on our sensors and just wished to say hello.”

“Thank you,” Senia replied with a nod. “I apologize if I may theem brief, but we have been called to an urgent athignment on Critainia. Again, thank you for the hail. And may the Great Mother bring you luck on your journey.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” Urial said with a smile. “We won’t keep you any longer. Good luck. Lionid’s Pride out.” The view screen switched back to the display of the ship as the communication ended, and the five watched as the Nighthawk began to vanish in the distance. “Very fast ship,” Urial said as he watched her grow smaller and smaller. “Those Vulpine are marvellous in their craftsmanship.”

Snowy chuckled and went back to eating her salad. One thing she learned about Urial, he would research that vessel as much as he could just so he could learn about her designs. It wasn’t for any technology to take back to Canin, but for his own interest. It was his hobby and passion.

As Snowy ate, another sensor reading came in, and the light on her console began to blink again. “Traffic is getting heavy,” she said as she began to inspect the readings. “There’s another ship out there.”

“Ah, maybe one of the other cargo vessels,” Urial suggested with a nod. “Vulpine and Lupine cruisers often travel this route.”

If Snow Fall’s expression could have been anymore white, it would indicate her sudden worry as she inspected the read out. “It’s neither of those, Urial. Nadia.” Her voice grew filled with worry as she looked between the two, then to the cubs. Finally she explained her worry with one word. “Jackai.”

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February 21, 2012 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: February Writer's Challenge, Lupine Star System, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Rocket Fox: Part Nineteen

Vulpinia was the third planet of the Lupine planetary system, and was also graced by three moons. The two largest were Pau Theta I and Pau Theta II, both of which orbited the planet simultaneously and held such an orbit that Pau Theta I was constantly in an outer orbit of Pau Theta II’s. Some have often wondered if this was the reason why Pau Theta II had an atmosphere while Pau Theta I did not. Still, this did not stop exploration ships from investigating the lifeless moon, one which they found was rich in neutronium. After the mining incidents on Pau Theta II, however, many in the Vulpinian governments felt it best to leave mining to other, more habitable worlds.

This didn’t stop any from suggesting that the planet couldn’t be used as an outpost and listening station. A claim that persisted decades after the end of the Great Vulpine Pantheran war. Every time the suggestion was brought up, however, it was always met with delays, the most important being the moral complications with their neighbours on Critainia and Lupinia, the second and fourth planets in the Lupine planetary system.

While diplomats and dignitaries discussed the possibilities of an outpost, however, another group that was completely unaffiliated with the Lupine, Vulpine or Critainians decided Pau Theta I would serve just as well for them. The Jackai.

The Jackai were native to Lupinia, and distant cousins of the Lupine that called the fourth planet home. Unlike their Lupine cousins, however, the Jackai were much more aggressive. At least, the Hyna tribes of the Jackai were more aggressive. Jayna tribe members were often accused of Hyna thievery only because they had the misfortune of looking some similar. But there were ways of telling them apart. One was the social circles they followed. Jayne were caring and compassionate to the pack mates, while Hyna were very domineering to those they considered lessers, even within the pack.

The Jackai, much like the Lupine, did not venture into space on their own merit. Had it not been for the Great Lupine Land War, then the Jackai would have never had the idea to move out into the far reaches of the planetary system. But once they saw Vulpine and Critainian star ships and fighter craft, they began to get ideas.

The Hyna managed to cobble together pieces of ships and learn how to construct their own. Mind you, they were always clunky and ugly looking. But the Hyna weren’t going out into space for exploration, they were going out into space to pillage just as they had on the surface of Lupinia. They proved to be cunning and manipulative pirates, forcing even those few Vulpine and Pantheran pirates to give up a great deal of territory in the Wayfarer’s Belt.

Every now and then, ships would venture away from the safety of the Belt, moving in closer to the merchants’ run that ran from the Belt to Critainia. One in particular, a cunning Jackai named Silent Stalker, found hiding near the moons of Lupinia and Vulpinia gave his ship and crew a great advantage. He became the listening post that the Vulpine never built. And he picked his targets carefully. Wanted by every government in the system, Stalker had become public enemy number one. His attacks were quick, his ship powerful and intimidating, and his crew ruthless.

On this day, his ship, dubbed the Pirate’s Victory, watched and listened for traffic on the merchants’ run to Critainia. They were finding the pickings slim, but there was some promise.

“Lionid’s Pride is on a run to Critainian space,” a stocky comm officer announced. His work station was very rag tag and put together as best it could be. A great deal of the parts were salvaged from other ships the Victory had sacked. But it worked extremely well. The Victory wasn’t a ship that needed to be aesthetically pleasing, but she did need to work as best as possible. “No other ships on the run…” He paused as he listened carefully to the comm chatter. “Hold on. There’s a vessel launching from Pau Theta II.”

“Did they detect us?” Stalker called out with a gruff voice. He sat up in his command chair and held a firm grip on his ceremonial chak’ta blade. A four foot long blade, narrow at the hilt and widened as it curved upward until it came to a sharp point at the tip.

“No,” the comm officer said as he continued to listen. “But it is Main Authority. Vulpine registry. RVA Nighthawk.” Stalker shrugged and shook his head in response. “New class of vessel, from what I’ve heard. Haven’t heard anything else, though. They’re on the way to Critainia, will pass us by in an hour.”

“Once they do,” Stalker said as he rose to his feet. “We’ll set a course to intercept the Lionid’s Pride.” He turned to his navigations and helms officers. “How long would it take us to over take the Pride?”

“At her current course and speed,” the navigation officer announced. “And, once the Vulppie ship passes us, about three hours.”

“Any idea how long this Nighthawk will take before passing the Pride?” Stalker said as he stood between the navigation and helms officers, sword tip resting on the bridge’s deck as both hands clasped the hilt carefully.

“Approximately two hours,” the navigation officer announced. “Orders, Stalker?”

Stalker looked out the view screen to the stars that lay beyond. Each decision he made had to be carefully planned. This Nighthawk, however, was a wild card. A new Vulpine ship, but very little about it was known at all. “Tall Ear, see if our mole in the Main Authority is available and see if he’s heard anything about this ship,” he said, calling back to the comm officer. “Once the Nighthawk passes us by, set a course to over take the Pride. Do not increase speed to match the Nighthawk, keep it at the speed we recorded the Pride at. Once we’re absolutely one hundred percent sure the Nighthawk is out of range of the Pride, we strike.” He picked up his blade and moved back to his command chair. “Lay in a course, helmsman. You have your orders.”

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February 20, 2012 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: February Writer's Challenge, Lupine Star System, prose, Science fiction, Writing | 2 Comments »

Rocket Fox: Part Eighteen

Senia went through a check of her gear one last time, making sure she had everything before grabbing a small ruck sack and heading out the door of her room. In the hallway, just like when she was at the academy, Hardy and Clarfax were waiting. Mine you, it two people less than usual. Back in the academy Jadda and Philburt would have been part of this ritual. Still, Senia smiled with the knowledge that even though the ritual had changed somewhat, there was still a ritual to be had.

“Gear’s all ready?” Hardy asked with a grin.

“Thix yearth at the academy,” Senia replied with a chuckle. “And you alwayth athk the thame quethtion jutht before a mission.”

“Better ta make sure ta keep somethings constant, hmm,” she replied with a smile. The three began walking down the long hallway toward the shuttle bay. As they walked, they reviewed their mission status. Transport to Critainia, meet with the head delegate of the City of Knowledge, inquire about the full reason why Main Authority agents are being asked to assist, investigate. Simple enough, though Senia felt there would be a greater need for diplomacy than anything else. And judging from the display of the other agents, outside of Spike and Shauna and maybe a couple of the other Vulpine, the rest of the agents didn’t look like they were all that diplomatic.

“How crowded do you think the merchant lanes will be?” Clarfax inquired as they entered the shuttle bay.

“Shouldn’t be too bad,” Senia replied as she took out a data pad. “I managed to get a traffic manifest from the traffic control here. We should only be meeting the Lionid’s Pride along the way. In the event that we need to dock in their shuttle bay, I took the liberty of having a few goods packed into our cargo hold.”

“As big as our cargo hold is, mind you,” Hardy added, shaking her head. “Bigger then the Mavericks, but she’s still not a deep space vessel, that’s for sure.”

“Does that really matter?” Clarfax said with a chuckle. “I think you still would fall in love with her either way.”

“I know a beauty when I see one,” Hardy said with a grin. As she turned to look over at the Nighthawk, she spied a pair of agents on the tarmac. “Hey! Look who it is. Spike an’ Shauna.” She waved to the pair and called out. “Here ta send us off?”

“More like watch,” Shauna said with a laugh. “We get a good number o’ ships that come an’ go here, but nothin’ like her. That Nighthawk o’ yours is a beauty, that’s for sure.”

“We’re thtill waiting to thee her in action,” Senia said as she and her two friends joined up with Spike and Shauna. “Not that we want to get in a fire fight, but we need to make sure we’ve thtill got our training up to par.”

“True fighter pilots ta the core,” Spike replied with a wink. “B’fore ya head out, me an’ Shauna have a few tips for ya.”

“Aye,” Shauna added with a nod. “Now it’s gonna be hot an’ humid, considerin’ Critainia is so close ta the sun, so it might get a bit uncomfortable. However, the library is up in the northern most location o’ the planet. Cooler, ta help the computer systems run proper an’ make sure that the books remain in good condition.”

“An’ if they ever ask if ye wish fer a mud bath, just politely decline,” Spike added. “Critainians love mud baths. I’m sure I don’t haveta explain why it’s not so good for anyone the likes o’ us, hmmm?” The three pilots nodded with each explanation and custom that came up. It seemed the Critainians had a few. “Now, one place that ye should never go ta, that’s the great hatchery. Critainia might have some beautiful places ta see, but many o’ ‘em are regions steeped in thousands o’ years o’ tradition. The hatchery is one o’ ‘em.”

“I’ve heard of the hatchery,” Senia said with a nod. “It’th the thentral birthing area for the Critainians. New motherth go to one location to lay eggth, and they remain there until they hatch.”

“That’s right,” Shauna said with a nod. “And completely off limits ta anyone who don’t have clearance or don’t happen ta be Critainian. Steer clear o’ there an’ you should be alright. There is one place we do suggest that ya check out, though. An’ it’s not far from the library. The Grand Tea House. Critainians love their tea even more then anyone born on Vulpinia. An’ they the best rose petal tea you’ll ever find.”

“We’ll definitely keep that in mind,” Senia said with a nod. “For now, we betht get moving. We’ve a long journey ahead of uth.” She offered the pair a salute, followed by Hardy and Clarfax, and the two veterans saluted back and bowed just slightly.

Spike began to move to the shuttle bay exit, but stopped and looked to Shauna. “Yer not actually gonna watch her take off, are ya?” Shauna looked back and nodded with a grin. “Ye’ve seen a thousand vessels at least come an’ go from this motherless rock, what difference is this ship ta any o’ the others.”

“She’s a fine ship,” Shauna replied. “Finer ‘n any that’ve come before. Makes you think that you an’ me should put in for a model like her.”

“She takes three pilots,” Spike reminded her. “Who’s gonna be the third?”

“Oh, ya never know,” Shauna said with a sigh, then began to chuckle. “Maybe Range Runner could be the third ta even it out.” The pair looked to each other a moment, then began laughing as they steered themselves toward the shuttle bay exit.

On board the Nighthawk, the three pilots were settling themselves in. Senia knew it was going to be a long trip. At least three days at full impulse, and while she would like to engage the hyper drive, she didn’t want to push the Nighthawk’s engines. They’d have to deal with things as they could. “Engineth powered up,” Senia called out after she buckled herself into her seat.

“Running good,” Hardy replied. “We have stable power distribution.”

“Internal atmosphere enabled,” Clarfax called out. “Sensors are online and ready.”

“Beginning launch,” Senia said as she flipped a few switches then tapped her communications system. “Left-tenant Felix to traffic control, we are ready for launch.”

“We read you loud and clear, Left-tenant,” a voice said over the comm. “You are clear for launch. The sky ways aren’t too bad this time of day, so you’ll have a good ride out of Pau Theta II orbit.”

“Underthtood, traffic control,” Senia replied. “Hardy, open thruthterth on my mark and head for coordinates 165.8.” She waited for a few minutes as the Nighthawk cleared the entrance to the shuttle bay, imagining all the eyes that could see the bay were watching as the Nighthawk began her second flight. The thought made her smile. “Engage, Hardy,” she called out.

“Coordinates 165.8 set and locked,” Hardy replied. “We’re on our way.”

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February 19, 2012 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: February Writer's Challenge, Lupine Star System, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Rocket Fox: Part Seventeen

Senia took a seat at a small table as Hardy and Clarfax took seats flanking her. She looked around the room as the other agents and constables began to filter inside. Four Lupine including Range Runner; at least the other three seemed much more open. Range Runner merely leaned against a shelving unit that faced the front and spoke to no one.

Shauna and Spike, the pair they had just met, took seats not far away and seemed to greet anyone who approached them. This included six other Vulpine and five Felanus. The last few stragglers began to sit down or take up a standing position in the room, which included two Pantherans and four Critainians. The Critainians’ sheer size was intimidating, but most seemed open to some small talk. Senia did notice one who seemed rather agitated, and wondered if that wasn’t Coratta, mentioned by Colonel Chatham the previous day.

The Colonel, along with Captain Marr, stood at the front of the room. The odd looking pair going over a few notes on a data pad together. Both of them seemed to make absolutely certain they greeted each individual agent and constable as they entered the room, or as they sat down. Even Senia, Clarfax and Hardy got a nod of acknowledgement. The other agents in the room talked in low voices among themselves. Senia listened idly to the distant conversations. Two Vulpine were discussing the previous day’s rough ball match. A Felanus and a Lupine were comparing notes on a tail each was chasing. One Critainian mentioned returning back to her homeworld. The conversations varied and seemed to flow. But Senia noticed neither Coratta nor Range Runner were taking part in any small chatter.

Finally, as the chronometer next to the door turned to 0600 hours, Chatham spoke up. “All right everyone,” he called out. “Listen up. Not a long briefing today. A review of current assignments, an introduction and handing out assignments.” He looked over his data pad as Captain Marr watched the agents and constables. “Crantha, Greenfield, Tripper, Mor’Tak and Shorthair are still out chasing tail. They each reported earlier this morning, and each is close to tagging their targets, so hopefully they’ll be returning to base soon enough.” He looked up, pointing to Shauna and Spike. “How are you two coming along with tracking down Trickster.”

“The research part is done, Colonel,” Spike said as she looked to a data pad. “Hyna Jackai, stole a shuttle from Lupine Protectorate and was seen makin’ his way toward the Wayfarer’s Belt. Word is from a few that there’s a cabal o’ pirates hidin’ out in the Belt.”

“Alright, I want you to contact the RVA. Rendezvous with a fleet ship if you can, but don’t go chasing him in there without heavy reinforcements. I’m not about to send either one of you on a suicide mission.” The Wayfarer’s asteroid belt was a known hideaway for Jackai, Pantheran and Vulpine pirates. Each group had their own territories, which the Jackai seemed to control the largest portion. “Coratta,” he continued as he looked to a large Critainian opposite the room from Range Runner. “You still have four weeks on your sick leave.”

“Colonel, I’m fine,” Coratta protested.

“No excuses, Coratta,” Chatham replied as he shot Coratta a look. “This is your first shift in gender and I’ve researched the effects. For now, you can do administrative work here at base, but the first opportunity you have to seen the doctors at the Institute on Critainia, you do it. Clear?” Coratta only mumbled and nodded in reply. Senia was unfamiliar with this Critainian process, but she had heard they go through it at least five times in their lives. She also had heard how it can be draining both mentally and physically for a Critainian. “New business,” Chatham said as he quickly changed the direction of the briefing. “Left-tenant Felix, Corporal Maynard and Corporal Billings,” he called out and looked up from his data pad. The three rose to their feet, fighting the urge to snap to attention. Each felt it wouldn’t be received very well, this group seemed rather lax even though they served an important service. “These three are new recruits, just transferred in front Chattingham. And before anyone asks and annoys the three with questions, they are trained fighter pilots.” A small murmur went through the group as they began to understand something, each one making a different comment, but amounting to the same thing. You three got the short end of the stick.

“Alright everyone,” Captain Marr called out. “We don’t need to chatter about them all morning.” She nodded to the three pilots and they took their seats.

“Moving on,” Chatham said as he looked over the data pad. “Aside from Coratta, Spike and Quickfoot who already have assignments, I have a few details for each of you. Range Runner.” The Lupine looked up, attentive only to Chatham. “I want you to look into some activity that’s been hitting the Wolves of the North on Lupinia. Check in with the Grand Chief of the central tribe. I received a wave from him yesterday.” Range Runner only nodded in reply, confirmation enough for the Colonel that the job would get done. “Tripper, Highhill, Morning-glow, Chaser. You four are on reclamation duty.” There was a collective groan of protest that came from two Vulpine and two Felanus in the room.

“Only fair, mates,” Spike called out. “Me an’ Shauna had ta do that last month, everyone gets their turn at reclamation. Give ya a chance ta salvage parts for everyone’s ships. Which reminds me,” she added with a grin. “The neutronium drive in me own ship could use a few new coils.”

“Alright everyone, settle down,” Chatham called out as the group had just started to talk amongst themselves for a few seconds. “Jik’Tok, you and Bor’Tok have paperwork that needs correlating.” Two Critainians nodded in reply. “Finally,” Chatham said as he looked directly to Senia. “Felix, Billings, Maynard. I want you three to go to Critainia, speak with the local authority there. Seems they’ve had some trouble at the Great Library. Someone’s been trying to get into the Great Library, though no one knows why.”

“Probably trying to return an overdue book,” one of the Critainians said with a laugh. The others replied with their own chuckles and laughs, but quieted down as Chatham held up a hand for quiet.

“It’s nothing serious,” he said directly to Felix. “But I’m not in the habit of sending new recruits out on dangerous missions first time out. You’ll leave at 1100 hours, Captain Marr will have a full dossier for you to examine while in transit.” He looked about the room to the other agents and seemed to wait just long enough before speaking once more. “That’s it everyone. Dismissed.”

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February 17, 2012 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: February Writer's Challenge, Lupine Star System, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Rocket Fox: Part Sixteen

The evening was spent in relaxation. Senia, Clarfax and Hary familiarized themselves with the working of the station, the boundaries of the prison complex and the small civilian area that surrounded the headquarters. The complex itself showed signs of wear and tear. Hardy recognized most of the systems weren’t up to date, save for the weather control system that protected the entire complex, civilian and prison areas included, from the harsh environment of the small moon. Centuries ago, the first Vulpine ships discovered the moon was habitable; or rather, just habitable. Those many years ago, it was discovered the moon held a precious ore used in the fuelling of the deep space vessels that made up the bulk of the Royal Vulpine Fleet. Mining operation began, and for a few centuries, they were successful. But over time, the ore became obsolete, and so did the colony.

The main command of the Royal Vulpine Authority deemed it necessary to find some other purpose for the facility. The suggestion that came was a logical one. The prison system on Vulpine was ancient. Contractors did not wish to build new facilities, fearing the empty buildings would have nothing to be used for except turning back to nature. Yet, the present conditions of the prisons were in a state of disrepair and deemed unlivable. A report issued said the only thing they would be of any use for would be construction facilities for the new line of Maverick fighter jets.

A use for the prisons was made, but where to take the prisoners. The report also detailed a complex plan to turn the old mine into a new prison system. Work began right away, and within five years prisoners were shuttled from Vulpinia’s surface to the new facility on Pau Theta II. The Main Authority was commissioned, guard details and unit transfers arranged and eventually even merchants agreed to locate new shops to the moon. A thriving community began to form.

As the three fighter pilots saw from their small, self guided tour, that community saw a great disservice over the years. Even the shops looked as worn and ragged as the Main Authority’s compound. Felanus and Vulpine civilians had banded together to make sure supplies were shipped frequently and on time. Because, over the years the Fleet Command began to forget that the civilian population even existed. They did survive, however, with the assistance of the bounty hunters.

After the eye opening tour, the three turned in for the night to their spartan quarters. Each room, set up in close proximity, had a bed, a table and chairs, a food dispenser, a desk and a shelving unit. They weren’t meant for long stays. They felt more like crew quarters on a star ship than a home on a planet. But at least they could rest.

The morning came quickly enough, and each pilot prepared for the day. They remembered; 0600 hours for briefing. Hardy was the first to exit her quarters and she waited in the hallway for the other two. Slowly, they made their appearance, Senia first, followed by Clarfax.

“How was the night?” Hardy asked in a low voice as the three walked down the hallway to the briefing area.

“Did either of you hear the pipes knocking in the middle of the night?” Clarfax asked as he stretched his arms to get out the kinks.

“I did,” Senia replied with a sigh. “Thought I wath thtill on the Nighthawk and there wath a malfunction.”

“I think I’d have prefered that,” Hardy replied with a chuckle, then moved to dodge a large form that walked through the trio of pilots. “Hey!” she called out, quite annoyed. The figure stopped and turned to look at her. A Lupine, tall and muscular, his eyes were piercing as they glared at her through thick, black fur. His ears pinned down to his head and he appeared as though he was about to lash out. He looked nasty, as they identified two pistols, a rifle and several bladed weapons being carried by this Lupine. And that didn’t even include the spear he held with a firm grip in his left hand. “Or… carry on. I’m good with that too,” Hardy said as she decided to change her tone, feeling the need to shrink back a bit. The Lupine turned and stomped his way into the briefing room and the three Vulpine breathed a collective sigh of relief.

“See you’ve already met the strong, silent type,” a cheery voice called out. They turned to see another Vulpine approach them. She was a black furred vixen, and appeared to have the look of a veteran about her. She was walking with an equally skilled looking Felanus. “Don’t mind him.”

“Me an’ Spike here have been on this rock an’ part o’ this crew for seven years,” the Felanus added. “In that entire time since we’ve known Range Runner, he’s only ever said four words to us.”

“Yeah, and that was ‘get outta the way’,” the Vulpine added with a chuckle. She nodded toward the three and held out her hand to them. The pair of veterans nodded, not to surprised when the three pilots looked shocked hearing the name Range Runner. “Your the new recruits, I take it. Saw the bird land yesterday. Good lookin’ ship. I’m Constable Tilly Everet. But, as Shauna here said, just call me Spike.”

“Constable Shauna Quickfoot,” the Felanus added and exchanged a friendly greeting with the three. “Spike’s right. That Nighthawk’s an impressive one ta be sure.”

“She ith indeed,” Senia replied with a nod. “Left-tenant Thenia Felix.” She coughed and cleared her throat. “That’th ‘Thenia’, with an ‘Eth’. I’m aware I have a thpeech impediment.” She sighed but got the feeling the two constables understood, and continued on with the introductions. “Thith ith Corporal Hardy Maynard, and Corporal Clarfax Billingth.” Nods of acknowledgement were shared around once more. “Glad to meet thome willing to share a bit of information. Thank you.”

“Me an’ Spike have made it our business ta make sure ta greet new recruits,” Shauna replied with a nod. “We don’t get many ’round here ta begin with.”

“True ‘nough on that,” Spike added with a nod as she motioned toward the briefing room. “But we can talk more ’bout that after the briefin’. I’m sure the Colonel’s got his usual for us.” The three kept pace with the two veterans. Senia felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. “An’ no need ta worry right off. Colonel usually only hands out small stuff ta the newbies. You’ll be fine.”

“An’ if ya do get in a bind,” Shauna added as she opened the door to the briefing room. “Just call on me an’ Spike. Though, with you three on board that fancy ship, don’t be too surprised if it ain’t us callin’ you for some help.”

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February 16, 2012 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: February Writer's Challenge, Lupine Star System, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Rocket Fox: Part Fifteen

The three pilots stepped off the lift slowly, taking care to haul their gear in without making a ruckus. In the small lounge area there were a few tables and chair, and a pair of couches that faced a view screen. A few Vulpine and Felanus were sitting on the couches, enjoying tea and watching a game of rough ball on the view screen. The favoured sporting past time of Vulpinia. Clarfax offered a wave and asked who was playing, to which he received a tired answer from the viewers. He nodded and moved on, following the other two toward the Colonel’s office.

As the door to the office opened, the three stopped. Captain Trella Marr sat in her chair on the other side, giving each of them a scrutinizing eye. “The new recruits,” she stated in a low voice. She waved them off as they tried to salute. “The formalities of rank aren’t needed here unless we get a dignitary or two that comes by. Come in, agents,” she said as she wheeled her chair back. “And before you ask, no, do not push my chair or ever ask to push my chair.” She stopped and looked to the three. “I’m sure you’d feel the same way if our roles were reversed.”

“While Marr’s advice is sound,” Colonel Chatham called out from behind his desk. “If you give her respect, she’ll offer the same in kind. Sit down, agents,” Chatham said as he motioned to a few chairs on the other side of the desk. The three Vulpine took their seats as Chatham poured each of them a tea. “Just standard tea provisions,” he explained. “We don’t get the good stuff around here that much.” He set the tea pot down and returned to his seat behind his desk. “Impressive ship you’ve got out there. I know a few of the agents that might get jealous, but I think they’ll get over it quickly.” Trella handed him a data pad and he continued with the more formal portion of the greeting. “As you may have surmised by now, I am Colonel Gregory Chatham and this is Captain Trella Marr. We aren’t big on formalities, but I would prefer it if you called myself and Marr by our designated rank.”

The three nodded quickly, and Senia spoke up after she took a sip of her tea. “If I may, Colonel. Captain,” she asked as she nodded to each of them. Chatham motioned for her to continue. “General Gerring gave uth the particularth regarding the rank and file here at the thtation. She gave uth the full report on the thituation of the Main Authority. Though, we did wish to hear it from you firtht.”

“I thought General Gerring might,” Chatham replied. “She also warned you that I wouldn’t be going easy on you simply because you’re recent graduates, correct?” The three nodded in unison. “Good. From the look of things, you’ve done your homework, which means your already half way ahead of most who come here. A quick refresher for you, then. I hand out the duty reports in station. I give leave when it’s warranted. You won’t have standard rest periods, that I can tell you for certain. But I’ll make sure that you get them. I have quarters set aside for you,” he said as he reached across the desk and held out the data pad. “They aren’t palatial by any means, but they work as a place to rest, spend time alone if you wish.” He sat back down and took a deep breath. “From what I’ve read, however, you three are close. That’s good. Stay close and work together. Besides you three, the only others who work in any kind of partnership are myself and Trella.”

“And, if I might add,” Trella spoke up as she looked to Chatham. “We aren’t going in the field anytime soon. Not unless any of you three want to give us lessons in the Nighthawk.” The three Vulpine looked to each other for a moment, Hardy having the look like she was about to say good bye to a lover. Trella saw the look and chuckled. “No need to worry, Corporal. I’m not going to steal your ship.” She looked to Chatham and added with a smile. “But maybe we can requisition the next model for this stations purposes.” Trella and Chatham chuckled, soon followed by the three pilots. They were starting to feel more at ease. The Main Authority, while still intimidating, at least wasn’t a nightmarish place.

“You three will have the rest of the day to familiarize yourself with your new surroundings,” Chatham stated as he turned the discussion to more serious matters. “Make sure that you stay away from the red areas of the facility, though. Those lead toward the main prison proper, and while the prisoners are behind lock and key, that doesn’t mean they won’t try and goad you into a fight. They don’t care who you are, all they see is that uniform. For now, rest. Meet back here at 0600 hours tomorrow. I may have an assignment for you.” He looked to the three as they finished their tea. “Alright, dismissed.”

The three rose to their feet, gave a smart salute and gathered together their gear and hurried on their way. Chatham leaned back in his chair and rubbed his thigh again as he watched after them. “What do you think, Trella?”

“So they sent her here because she had a handicap,” Trella stated as she wheeled her chair beside the desk. “She’s got a minor speech impediment, but it’s not that bad. I think she’s attempting to cover it as it is.” Trella sighed and rolled her shoulders, letting her muscles work a bit as she sat in the chair. “Aside from that, they seem fresh, a little skittish but that’s to be expected around here for newcomers. But they had a look in their eyes.”

“They’re fighter pilots,” Chatham explained. “They may be skittish just by being here, but they do something that no agent would want to unless they had the metal of those three.” He pointed out the window to the shuttle bay, toward the Nighthawk. “They climb into the belly of that ship, one of the most powerful fighter craft ever created by the RVA. If they can do that, then they have something valuable. They might have fear, but they know how to swallow it and get the job done.”

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February 15, 2012 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: February Writer's Challenge, Lupine Star System, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »