Fauntleroy - Postain
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Well, Feldar did have earplugs in, due to Human ears.
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
Part 45
The troops began to fan out, some taking forward positions as the Sheriff’s P.A. system spoke out, telling the locals to take cover. Others fanned into the town, looking to secure the local population so they couldn’t put up any sort of fight. The pinwheeled car blazed, a funeral pyre casting a red glow to the events and trailing smoke to the sky as the armoured group advanced on target.
“I want them just a little more uncertain,” a voice whispered nearby. “Let them report back first, yeah?” The other nodded as they watched through a mini telescope. The figure in the middle put his hand up to his ear, indicating his rank and a small smile appeared under the watcher’s armour. “I think that’s it,” she said as the searchers rejoined the group. “Move up, guys.” The team of twenty closed in, bringing weapons to bear. The figure activated her comm. “Raven to Loper,” the first officer called, “you were right. Captain, they beamed in about thirty troops.”
<”Can you hold them?”>
“We might even take them, Captain.”
<”Remember, troops are en route. Don’t be stupid, Sarina.”>
“Ditto to you, Captain.”
High above, on the brink of the atmosphere, the Loper sat ready. Hawle had made a guess that covered the Division’s – or whatever they’d called them plans. He’d guessed that they’d probably adapt to the presence of the Rodomont and realise that orbital bombardment was out of the question. So sending down troops was the way he’d have gone. Which is why he’d sent down his own, with his first Officer taking charge. Half his security force of twenty had gone with her. And there was one more thing… He tapped the Comm. “Alpha Three,” he said, “you are cleared for a strafing run. Catch us up afterward.” He waited for the small vessel to launch before turning to Chapston at the helm. “Let’s go set the Dog free, Chappers. Shields up, power the weapons, let’s put the lights on and drive!”
“Shields failing in section D-3,” Levan called as the ship rocked on impact, He gripped onto his console to stop from being thrown to the floor and felt his claws scrape against the casing on the console.
“Send security to…” Postain stopped for a second as he worked out where D-3 actually was. “Here!” He unclipped the seat restraints. “Seal the bridge!” Until the doors closed, as they did smoothly now, the bridge was vulnerable to teleports and that, he figured, was what was going on right now. Something was coming in, onto the command deck. He hit his comm. “Computer, Protocol Alpha two!”
The small device materialised on the deck… and then dematerialized as protocol Alpha two locked on to the incoming signal and returned it to a ‘holding’ pattern. It was something they’d have to deal with at some point but not yet, Postain thought.
“We have boarders on this deck,” Levan remarked.
“Of course we do,” Postain replied. “Rhew…” He recalled his new first officer’s recent injuries and changed his mind. “...Mind the shop.” He stood and started heading for the back of the room, pulling a heavy rifle from the bridge weapon locker before going to the door. He activated the manual control to open the door as Rhew replied.
“Sir,” Rhew declared, “I have to…”
“Permission denied,” Postain snapped. “One of us has to lead the fight and you’re just as capable as I am! And you’re still wounded, fella.” With that, he was gone and the door resealed.
“Great,” Rhew complained. “Attack pattern Theta,” he ordered, get us behind the engines as best you can!”
Down on the planet, Raven decided to make her presence known as the firing kept up. She did it in her own subtle way. The Burman/Raitchian cross lifted her energy shotgun and blasted the enemy commander in the back from behind cover. The opposition scattered as their Commander dropped dead with twin holes through his back, falling forward and twisting as he dropped to the ground. That was the other thing Hawle had figured. They’d be wearing armour capable of taking on the firepower the Sheriff could muster. Pistols and the occasional rifle the armour could handle. The weapons her troops had brought had more punch to them. But less charges. They had to conserve shots. She ducked down as shots blasted past her head. The Sheriff’s officers started up from the other side, doing their best to focus their shots to penetrate. It wasn’t going to be easy.
Doctor Flass growled as the trio came firing into the sick bay. One of his nurses dropped, shot through the chest as she moved between patients. Doctor Cobalt was forced to take cover and the old Wolf Medic charged the first two, bearing down on them even as a shot took a chunk out of his side. The one he’d not hit aimed and dropped his gun as a thin beam of energy ziffed through his arm. He looked up in pure hatred as Cobalt tried to figure out how to reload a laser scalpel and headed across to engage her, drawing his own, very real, knife as he went.
Pascal threaded his ship through the incoming fire along the side of the Hoya cruiser and tried to work out what Senny had been saying. There didn’t seem to be too much difference in the armour quality here than there was to the rear and… He worked it out as his shots hit one of the weapons emplacements and it overloaded. Pascal saw the skin of the ship begin to bubble and buckle before splitting open silently, with a minor flash of light illuminating the scene for a brief second. “Target the weapons emplacements,” he called over the comms, “their power cores are vulnerable!” He twisted around to head for the nearest emplacement... and vanished as a battery devastated his ship.
Senny sagged as the light went out on her console and Alpha two lit up as the Wing leader. “Aw, no,” she moaned, “not him…”
The guard by the door simply stood there.
Postain tried to work out where the nearest squad of enemy troops could be. His own guards were ready in the normal places but the roving squads hadn’t reported in so where..? He heard a short scream and knew exactly where they’d gone. It wasn’t that it was a Girls’ scream, it was that it sounded like a Child's. They were heading for the school. He called it in and began running.
The troops began to fan out, some taking forward positions as the Sheriff’s P.A. system spoke out, telling the locals to take cover. Others fanned into the town, looking to secure the local population so they couldn’t put up any sort of fight. The pinwheeled car blazed, a funeral pyre casting a red glow to the events and trailing smoke to the sky as the armoured group advanced on target.
“I want them just a little more uncertain,” a voice whispered nearby. “Let them report back first, yeah?” The other nodded as they watched through a mini telescope. The figure in the middle put his hand up to his ear, indicating his rank and a small smile appeared under the watcher’s armour. “I think that’s it,” she said as the searchers rejoined the group. “Move up, guys.” The team of twenty closed in, bringing weapons to bear. The figure activated her comm. “Raven to Loper,” the first officer called, “you were right. Captain, they beamed in about thirty troops.”
<”Can you hold them?”>
“We might even take them, Captain.”
<”Remember, troops are en route. Don’t be stupid, Sarina.”>
“Ditto to you, Captain.”
High above, on the brink of the atmosphere, the Loper sat ready. Hawle had made a guess that covered the Division’s – or whatever they’d called them plans. He’d guessed that they’d probably adapt to the presence of the Rodomont and realise that orbital bombardment was out of the question. So sending down troops was the way he’d have gone. Which is why he’d sent down his own, with his first Officer taking charge. Half his security force of twenty had gone with her. And there was one more thing… He tapped the Comm. “Alpha Three,” he said, “you are cleared for a strafing run. Catch us up afterward.” He waited for the small vessel to launch before turning to Chapston at the helm. “Let’s go set the Dog free, Chappers. Shields up, power the weapons, let’s put the lights on and drive!”
“Shields failing in section D-3,” Levan called as the ship rocked on impact, He gripped onto his console to stop from being thrown to the floor and felt his claws scrape against the casing on the console.
“Send security to…” Postain stopped for a second as he worked out where D-3 actually was. “Here!” He unclipped the seat restraints. “Seal the bridge!” Until the doors closed, as they did smoothly now, the bridge was vulnerable to teleports and that, he figured, was what was going on right now. Something was coming in, onto the command deck. He hit his comm. “Computer, Protocol Alpha two!”
The small device materialised on the deck… and then dematerialized as protocol Alpha two locked on to the incoming signal and returned it to a ‘holding’ pattern. It was something they’d have to deal with at some point but not yet, Postain thought.
“We have boarders on this deck,” Levan remarked.
“Of course we do,” Postain replied. “Rhew…” He recalled his new first officer’s recent injuries and changed his mind. “...Mind the shop.” He stood and started heading for the back of the room, pulling a heavy rifle from the bridge weapon locker before going to the door. He activated the manual control to open the door as Rhew replied.
“Sir,” Rhew declared, “I have to…”
“Permission denied,” Postain snapped. “One of us has to lead the fight and you’re just as capable as I am! And you’re still wounded, fella.” With that, he was gone and the door resealed.
“Great,” Rhew complained. “Attack pattern Theta,” he ordered, get us behind the engines as best you can!”
Down on the planet, Raven decided to make her presence known as the firing kept up. She did it in her own subtle way. The Burman/Raitchian cross lifted her energy shotgun and blasted the enemy commander in the back from behind cover. The opposition scattered as their Commander dropped dead with twin holes through his back, falling forward and twisting as he dropped to the ground. That was the other thing Hawle had figured. They’d be wearing armour capable of taking on the firepower the Sheriff could muster. Pistols and the occasional rifle the armour could handle. The weapons her troops had brought had more punch to them. But less charges. They had to conserve shots. She ducked down as shots blasted past her head. The Sheriff’s officers started up from the other side, doing their best to focus their shots to penetrate. It wasn’t going to be easy.
Doctor Flass growled as the trio came firing into the sick bay. One of his nurses dropped, shot through the chest as she moved between patients. Doctor Cobalt was forced to take cover and the old Wolf Medic charged the first two, bearing down on them even as a shot took a chunk out of his side. The one he’d not hit aimed and dropped his gun as a thin beam of energy ziffed through his arm. He looked up in pure hatred as Cobalt tried to figure out how to reload a laser scalpel and headed across to engage her, drawing his own, very real, knife as he went.
Pascal threaded his ship through the incoming fire along the side of the Hoya cruiser and tried to work out what Senny had been saying. There didn’t seem to be too much difference in the armour quality here than there was to the rear and… He worked it out as his shots hit one of the weapons emplacements and it overloaded. Pascal saw the skin of the ship begin to bubble and buckle before splitting open silently, with a minor flash of light illuminating the scene for a brief second. “Target the weapons emplacements,” he called over the comms, “their power cores are vulnerable!” He twisted around to head for the nearest emplacement... and vanished as a battery devastated his ship.
Senny sagged as the light went out on her console and Alpha two lit up as the Wing leader. “Aw, no,” she moaned, “not him…”
The guard by the door simply stood there.
Postain tried to work out where the nearest squad of enemy troops could be. His own guards were ready in the normal places but the roving squads hadn’t reported in so where..? He heard a short scream and knew exactly where they’d gone. It wasn’t that it was a Girls’ scream, it was that it sounded like a Child's. They were heading for the school. He called it in and began running.
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
This is a really nice chapter! Ever new installment you post is better than the last!
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
NOW he's annoyed... And Flass helps Cobalt out. He's a good guy. A nasty one, but a good one.
Part 46
Postain came around the corner nearest the schoolroom and found himself facing a passageway streaked with blood. It was still drizzling down the wall in faint rivulets from red palm prints. A thin knife lay where it had fallen on the floor and Postain recognised it as the arcane letter opener the Principal had inherited from her Grandmother. He’d never seen her use it but it had always been there. And now, he noted as he looked around the next corner, it would need to go to her next of kin. A quick visual check of the area revealed no other unpleasant surprises and he didn’t check for life signs. There didn’t seem much point. He noted the blood trailed on after the corpse. She’d been holding them back. Buying time for the others, of course. He also noted that he hadn’t heard the shot that had killed her. Lasers equipped to act silently – or, more accurately, with the noise making facility disabled – were rare and expensive thanks to the Council enacting laws and decrees that enabled ‘fair play’. If you were going silent, the weapons were for ‘nefarious’ work and you weren’t to be trusted. He could also understand why they were after the Children. Engineering and other pivotal sections were protected. Soft targets – like Children – were another way to control the ship. Captains would stand down to save the Children. Most Captains anyway. He’d never been in that position and he didn’t plan to start now.
He approached the secure room closest to the school and sniffed. Three of them, he reasoned, one bleeding heavily. Without looking around the corner and making himself a target, he couldn’t tell for certain but he reckoned they were outside the secure room door, trying to guess the access code. It might take them some time. He’d changed the security access codes three hours ago and it involved fifteen keypresses now. He waved back two security guards that appeared behind him before gesturing them to approach. He waved towards one of the grenades on the female guard’s belt and she handed it to him. He pressed the stud, counted to two and hurled it down the passage towards the door. He heard scrambling feet but couldn’t look around until the ‘Whoomph!’ of the explosive blasted air passed down past him.
Sarina Raven kept her head down as fire raged around her. If it hadn’t been for the inevitable added danger to the locals, she’d have taken better cover in the shops and buildings on the main street but she’d been forced to take the higher, more open, ground. She wasn’t going to endanger the locals more than needed by taking cover in their town. She just wished they’d been able to save that family but it had given her determination to ensure those were the last victims of these people. The attack force had taken cover after the fighter strafed their positions, taking out five of them. Their direct, frontal, assault on the Sheriff’s station had slowed, leaving a half dozen to continue firing on the building so that the local Law wasn’t able to counter attack. She hoped that the pair she’d sent to cover the rear of the building were in place as she’d lost sight of three of the enemy. She called for Hawtence and Beel on her comms to warn them even as she realized. She wouldn’t normally have been here, she realized, but Jaqui Pangal, the Loper’s Chief of Security, was a Rabbitoid and Hawle wanted to avoid a situation where someone might pause on the weapon simply because they were shooting their own. There were no Lappineans on this force of hers, they were keeping watch on the ship, just in case.
Security was on it’s way. Flass knew that but, as things currently were, the Doctor didn’t much care as someone stabbed him in his already wounded side. He punched out, hitting them on the side of the head and loosening their grip. The one he currently had in hand struggled vainly as Flass growled and forced his claws through the male’s skin and breaking an artery before turning on the other, who took one look at his colleague bleeding out and ran as Flass staggered towards him. The Old Wolf shook his head. There was something he had to remember. What was it? Oh, yeah. He turned to find Doctor Cobalt. She was lying in the far corner of the room with the intruder on top of her. She seemed to be alive but paralysed and shaking. He stepped over to the young medic and began to pick the figure off her, straining against the weight with his injuries as he heard her whimper that she’d killed her attacker and she shouldn’t have done that and she had blood on her hands and… Flass turned away from her and ‘checked’ the corpse. He told her that she hadn’t killed him, he was just wounded. Then he broke the dead person’s neck. “Now he’s dead, Doctor,” he said, turning back to her. “And I did it.” He stared into her eyes as he began to feel faint. “Listen to me,” he said intently as security entered the room. “You didn’t kill him,” he intoned, “you’re blameless, right? You just stopped him.” he could see his words just about penetrating her state. “I… I need you, Doctor,” he told her. “You’re still clean, Doctor… Cobalt. You’ve not… killed anyone.” He swallowed as one of the guards got ready to call Doctor Jul to the medical bay. “I need… need you with me, Doctor,” he added. “I need you to… save a life.” he shook her. “Doctor Cobalt,” he said intently, “I need you!”
She looked at his face and, then, down at his wounds. “R..R...right,” she stammered, standing shakily and helping him up onto a bed as the guards dealt with the fallen figures.
Rhew ordered the Rodomont into attack pattern Charlie-Epsilon, which surprised the helmo officer as it, more-or-less, put the ship into a dive before bringing the ship about ‘underneath’ the opponent so they could strike for the ‘belly’. It tended to expose the upper side of the ship to main weapons though, and the helm officer hoped the shields could take it as he complied with the orders. Rhew wasn’t so worried. He was looking at his arm rest screen, showing the Loper coming in to take some of the burden. The Hoya would have to attend to the new threat for a time, giving the Rodomont time to complete the manoeuvre. He held on as the ship rocked under fire.
Postain led the way down the passage to see the results of the explosion. The wall was scorched but, as designed, had held. On the other side of the passage the wall had buckled and broken, exposing wiring behind the panels that sparked as he passed by. At least one of the attackers had survived, the body parts confirmed that. There weren’t enough of them. Postain reeled as another grenade exploded somewhere in the ship – or was it a hit on the shields? It didn’t matter, he supposed. He pressed forward to where he found the fallen survivor, holding his leg as he lay on the floor. He waved a knife towards Postain, that the Captain kicked out of his hand. He directed the guards to take the creature to a cell and have him treated. Then he headed for the next fight.
Part 46
Postain came around the corner nearest the schoolroom and found himself facing a passageway streaked with blood. It was still drizzling down the wall in faint rivulets from red palm prints. A thin knife lay where it had fallen on the floor and Postain recognised it as the arcane letter opener the Principal had inherited from her Grandmother. He’d never seen her use it but it had always been there. And now, he noted as he looked around the next corner, it would need to go to her next of kin. A quick visual check of the area revealed no other unpleasant surprises and he didn’t check for life signs. There didn’t seem much point. He noted the blood trailed on after the corpse. She’d been holding them back. Buying time for the others, of course. He also noted that he hadn’t heard the shot that had killed her. Lasers equipped to act silently – or, more accurately, with the noise making facility disabled – were rare and expensive thanks to the Council enacting laws and decrees that enabled ‘fair play’. If you were going silent, the weapons were for ‘nefarious’ work and you weren’t to be trusted. He could also understand why they were after the Children. Engineering and other pivotal sections were protected. Soft targets – like Children – were another way to control the ship. Captains would stand down to save the Children. Most Captains anyway. He’d never been in that position and he didn’t plan to start now.
He approached the secure room closest to the school and sniffed. Three of them, he reasoned, one bleeding heavily. Without looking around the corner and making himself a target, he couldn’t tell for certain but he reckoned they were outside the secure room door, trying to guess the access code. It might take them some time. He’d changed the security access codes three hours ago and it involved fifteen keypresses now. He waved back two security guards that appeared behind him before gesturing them to approach. He waved towards one of the grenades on the female guard’s belt and she handed it to him. He pressed the stud, counted to two and hurled it down the passage towards the door. He heard scrambling feet but couldn’t look around until the ‘Whoomph!’ of the explosive blasted air passed down past him.
Sarina Raven kept her head down as fire raged around her. If it hadn’t been for the inevitable added danger to the locals, she’d have taken better cover in the shops and buildings on the main street but she’d been forced to take the higher, more open, ground. She wasn’t going to endanger the locals more than needed by taking cover in their town. She just wished they’d been able to save that family but it had given her determination to ensure those were the last victims of these people. The attack force had taken cover after the fighter strafed their positions, taking out five of them. Their direct, frontal, assault on the Sheriff’s station had slowed, leaving a half dozen to continue firing on the building so that the local Law wasn’t able to counter attack. She hoped that the pair she’d sent to cover the rear of the building were in place as she’d lost sight of three of the enemy. She called for Hawtence and Beel on her comms to warn them even as she realized. She wouldn’t normally have been here, she realized, but Jaqui Pangal, the Loper’s Chief of Security, was a Rabbitoid and Hawle wanted to avoid a situation where someone might pause on the weapon simply because they were shooting their own. There were no Lappineans on this force of hers, they were keeping watch on the ship, just in case.
Security was on it’s way. Flass knew that but, as things currently were, the Doctor didn’t much care as someone stabbed him in his already wounded side. He punched out, hitting them on the side of the head and loosening their grip. The one he currently had in hand struggled vainly as Flass growled and forced his claws through the male’s skin and breaking an artery before turning on the other, who took one look at his colleague bleeding out and ran as Flass staggered towards him. The Old Wolf shook his head. There was something he had to remember. What was it? Oh, yeah. He turned to find Doctor Cobalt. She was lying in the far corner of the room with the intruder on top of her. She seemed to be alive but paralysed and shaking. He stepped over to the young medic and began to pick the figure off her, straining against the weight with his injuries as he heard her whimper that she’d killed her attacker and she shouldn’t have done that and she had blood on her hands and… Flass turned away from her and ‘checked’ the corpse. He told her that she hadn’t killed him, he was just wounded. Then he broke the dead person’s neck. “Now he’s dead, Doctor,” he said, turning back to her. “And I did it.” He stared into her eyes as he began to feel faint. “Listen to me,” he said intently as security entered the room. “You didn’t kill him,” he intoned, “you’re blameless, right? You just stopped him.” he could see his words just about penetrating her state. “I… I need you, Doctor,” he told her. “You’re still clean, Doctor… Cobalt. You’ve not… killed anyone.” He swallowed as one of the guards got ready to call Doctor Jul to the medical bay. “I need… need you with me, Doctor,” he added. “I need you to… save a life.” he shook her. “Doctor Cobalt,” he said intently, “I need you!”
She looked at his face and, then, down at his wounds. “R..R...right,” she stammered, standing shakily and helping him up onto a bed as the guards dealt with the fallen figures.
Rhew ordered the Rodomont into attack pattern Charlie-Epsilon, which surprised the helmo officer as it, more-or-less, put the ship into a dive before bringing the ship about ‘underneath’ the opponent so they could strike for the ‘belly’. It tended to expose the upper side of the ship to main weapons though, and the helm officer hoped the shields could take it as he complied with the orders. Rhew wasn’t so worried. He was looking at his arm rest screen, showing the Loper coming in to take some of the burden. The Hoya would have to attend to the new threat for a time, giving the Rodomont time to complete the manoeuvre. He held on as the ship rocked under fire.
Postain led the way down the passage to see the results of the explosion. The wall was scorched but, as designed, had held. On the other side of the passage the wall had buckled and broken, exposing wiring behind the panels that sparked as he passed by. At least one of the attackers had survived, the body parts confirmed that. There weren’t enough of them. Postain reeled as another grenade exploded somewhere in the ship – or was it a hit on the shields? It didn’t matter, he supposed. He pressed forward to where he found the fallen survivor, holding his leg as he lay on the floor. He waved a knife towards Postain, that the Captain kicked out of his hand. He directed the guards to take the creature to a cell and have him treated. Then he headed for the next fight.
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Sorry it took me so long to get to this. I was dealing with stuff. But I did and now that I read it I am impressed!
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
So I read.
Sends Hawle to hug a Dayzee.
Sends Hawle to hug a Dayzee.
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Don't hug me too tight. Ribs are gonna hurt for a while.
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
Part 47
Partnered by one of the two security guards, Postain continued his sweep of the ship, heading past the guarded engineering decks towards the habitation areas. He had a feeling that this group wasn’t here for armed conflict but to damage the ‘soft’ underbelly of the ship. Whilst they had all the pivotal areas guarded, they had a hundred areas impossible to protect completely. Officers and probes were in the conduits but that left places like the few shops, the bars, the canteen and coffee shop… All places that needed checking for attackers and devices. He moved into the Coffee Shop and tried to sniff for position through the haze of spilled coffee and cakes. He didn’t think it odd, right now, that his warship had a baker aboard. That kind of absurdity was for later contemplation but several of her confections had been left, abandoned, on the tables as the people ran for the nearest secure zone. There was something…
The guard called out as she saw someone rise from behind the counter. She brought her gun up as the invader matched her, firing as he did. Her unaimed shot took him in the lower arm as his clipped her shoulder and he dropped beck behind the counter, his gun falling faster than he did. Postain took the hint as he found he wasn’t able to draw a bead on him and he leapt the counter, landing close to the gun. He kicked it away from the intruder, who stabbed with a knife at Postain’s leg. He felt it go in, cutting through fabric, fur and flesh to the blood underneath. He felt the pain as the attacker pulled the blade free and made to stab him again. He put his injured foot down on the exposed arm and felt the impact before being forced to hop back, giving the intruder a chance to rise without the knife. Postain, temporarily forgetting he still had his gun, took the lid off one of the serving tureens and hit him with it, almost enjoying the hollow sound it made as it jerked the Rabbit’s head around. He brought it back the other way to similar effect before bringing it up under the muzzle to jerk the head back, buckling the weapon beyond much use so he threw that aside before gripping the intruder, head-butting him into a stun – which also made himself see stars – and putting him, face down, into the cooling stew the cook had once made ready for serving. He put his arm on the back of the struggling vegan as he held his muzzle and mouth under the surface. “Stop… struggling and you live,” he warned the Rabbit as the guard fought her way back up, holding her weeping shoulder. The Rabbit stopped trying to free himself and Postain let him up as the guard provided help to pull the prisoner over to a table and cuffed him to it. The prisoner glowered at him and at the piece of Carrot cake someone had left on the table as the guard made Postain sit at the next table. She wanted to treat his wound and he did his best to patch up hers as she did so.
Yalla Garza, Kit reporter, wanted to be somewhere else right now. Anywhere else, in fact. He’d pretty much love to be on Talvary Communal station, following Henry Postlethwaite around but he was here, outside a secure zone, It hadn’t been because he was trying to stay out but because the guard hadn’t been able to keep the door open long enough to let him in. He’d had to hide in the lift as she’d closed the door behind her and fired on the incoming intruder. She’d fallen whilst taking him out and Yalla had given it wide eyed witness. He’d made up his mind to write… something to testify to the bravery of the guard but he couldn’t pull the words into his brain as he stayed frozen in position in the lift shaft as the door absolutely refused to close and protect him so he shuddered his way up to his feet, gripped his computer tight to himself and staggered out into the passage.
Hawle hung on as the Loper came under concentrated fire from the Lappinean cruiser. His ship rocked and bucked as Chapston fought to keep them directed on target and he knew his engineer was going to be complaining when this was all done and dusted. Provided he was still alive. He took control of targetting manually and fired, sending bolts of energy out to impact on the side of the Hoya and the hull crumpled around the impact as power conduits ruptured. “And thus I remembered the weak point,” Hawle remarked, not bothering to mention he’d heard Pascal’s last comment over the comms. “Target the weapons ports, guys,” he told his gunners. “You can aim better than me.” In their dreams, he told himself as the ship shook again. He would have fallen out of the chair if he hadn’t been strapped in but, as the door slammed shut behind him, he knew what had happened.
“Hull breach on deck two,” Groven, his active second in command, told him. “Forcefields and bulkheads sealed.”
“I know that, Harper,” Hawle retorted. “I happen to BE on that level. Any news on casualties?”
“Of… course, Captain,” Groven continued, a little abashed. He looked to screen over again. “One fatality,” he reported, “Ensign Janus Calbury.”
“Dang,” Hawle remarked. “She won’t be the last if Postain doesn’t get into position soon!”
On the ground below, Raven gave a slight cheer. She’d wanted to have it done before they got there but her scanners were picking up the incoming Mican Military forces from the west. “HOLD FIRE!”
Her side ceased fire for the moment, although the Sheriff’s forces didn’t. Raven spoke through an amplification system to the others. “In three minutes,” she told them, “the Mican Military forces will be in attendance! When that happens, the situation’s out of my hands and they will likely kill you all! Surrendering now will save your lives! You have three minutes. I’m SURE the Sheriff will arrest you all without gunfire!” It took them only a moment for the remaining dozen to surrender and Raven let the Sheriff do her duties before checking her troops for wounds they turned out not to have. This was the way to fight a battle, she thought as she held her shotgun in an inoffensive position and advanced on the scene. “<Commander Raven, U.S.C. Loper,”> she said in introduction as a Mican with an epaulette laden jacket got down from the lead truck.
“Captain Raith,” the Mican replied, shaking her armoured hand, “3rd Lancer division.”
“Keswick,” the Sheriff added, butting in, “Sheriff’s division. Are you taking the ‘guests or can we hold them?”
The Officer pondered for a moment. “In the sake of ensuring openness,” he conceded, “we’ll hold most of them. You want to choose…”
“Three,” the Sheriff offered. She really wanted someone to be sure of paying the penalty for shooting up her town and people. She hadn’t been entirely fond of the Council troops for prolonging the fight but she understood as soon as the army had shown up. Thirty tended to have a good chance against twenty, even if some of them had high strength weapons. But they’d been forced to stay under cover so the hundred or so had time to get here. “I’d say this’d be a day for the reports,” she added, looking back at the wreck of a station, “but I have a feeling ‘colony security’ is going to come into play?”
“Your three prisoners might be able to keep the door open.” He looked to Raven. “What’s this all about, anyhow?”
Raven shrugged. <”Pesky ‘colony security’,”> she said. <”You’ll need to talk with the REALLY high ranks about that.”> She looked up and wondered how the battle was going.
He could see the target. Exposed and vulnerable. “Now,” Rhew said.
Partnered by one of the two security guards, Postain continued his sweep of the ship, heading past the guarded engineering decks towards the habitation areas. He had a feeling that this group wasn’t here for armed conflict but to damage the ‘soft’ underbelly of the ship. Whilst they had all the pivotal areas guarded, they had a hundred areas impossible to protect completely. Officers and probes were in the conduits but that left places like the few shops, the bars, the canteen and coffee shop… All places that needed checking for attackers and devices. He moved into the Coffee Shop and tried to sniff for position through the haze of spilled coffee and cakes. He didn’t think it odd, right now, that his warship had a baker aboard. That kind of absurdity was for later contemplation but several of her confections had been left, abandoned, on the tables as the people ran for the nearest secure zone. There was something…
The guard called out as she saw someone rise from behind the counter. She brought her gun up as the invader matched her, firing as he did. Her unaimed shot took him in the lower arm as his clipped her shoulder and he dropped beck behind the counter, his gun falling faster than he did. Postain took the hint as he found he wasn’t able to draw a bead on him and he leapt the counter, landing close to the gun. He kicked it away from the intruder, who stabbed with a knife at Postain’s leg. He felt it go in, cutting through fabric, fur and flesh to the blood underneath. He felt the pain as the attacker pulled the blade free and made to stab him again. He put his injured foot down on the exposed arm and felt the impact before being forced to hop back, giving the intruder a chance to rise without the knife. Postain, temporarily forgetting he still had his gun, took the lid off one of the serving tureens and hit him with it, almost enjoying the hollow sound it made as it jerked the Rabbit’s head around. He brought it back the other way to similar effect before bringing it up under the muzzle to jerk the head back, buckling the weapon beyond much use so he threw that aside before gripping the intruder, head-butting him into a stun – which also made himself see stars – and putting him, face down, into the cooling stew the cook had once made ready for serving. He put his arm on the back of the struggling vegan as he held his muzzle and mouth under the surface. “Stop… struggling and you live,” he warned the Rabbit as the guard fought her way back up, holding her weeping shoulder. The Rabbit stopped trying to free himself and Postain let him up as the guard provided help to pull the prisoner over to a table and cuffed him to it. The prisoner glowered at him and at the piece of Carrot cake someone had left on the table as the guard made Postain sit at the next table. She wanted to treat his wound and he did his best to patch up hers as she did so.
Yalla Garza, Kit reporter, wanted to be somewhere else right now. Anywhere else, in fact. He’d pretty much love to be on Talvary Communal station, following Henry Postlethwaite around but he was here, outside a secure zone, It hadn’t been because he was trying to stay out but because the guard hadn’t been able to keep the door open long enough to let him in. He’d had to hide in the lift as she’d closed the door behind her and fired on the incoming intruder. She’d fallen whilst taking him out and Yalla had given it wide eyed witness. He’d made up his mind to write… something to testify to the bravery of the guard but he couldn’t pull the words into his brain as he stayed frozen in position in the lift shaft as the door absolutely refused to close and protect him so he shuddered his way up to his feet, gripped his computer tight to himself and staggered out into the passage.
Hawle hung on as the Loper came under concentrated fire from the Lappinean cruiser. His ship rocked and bucked as Chapston fought to keep them directed on target and he knew his engineer was going to be complaining when this was all done and dusted. Provided he was still alive. He took control of targetting manually and fired, sending bolts of energy out to impact on the side of the Hoya and the hull crumpled around the impact as power conduits ruptured. “And thus I remembered the weak point,” Hawle remarked, not bothering to mention he’d heard Pascal’s last comment over the comms. “Target the weapons ports, guys,” he told his gunners. “You can aim better than me.” In their dreams, he told himself as the ship shook again. He would have fallen out of the chair if he hadn’t been strapped in but, as the door slammed shut behind him, he knew what had happened.
“Hull breach on deck two,” Groven, his active second in command, told him. “Forcefields and bulkheads sealed.”
“I know that, Harper,” Hawle retorted. “I happen to BE on that level. Any news on casualties?”
“Of… course, Captain,” Groven continued, a little abashed. He looked to screen over again. “One fatality,” he reported, “Ensign Janus Calbury.”
“Dang,” Hawle remarked. “She won’t be the last if Postain doesn’t get into position soon!”
On the ground below, Raven gave a slight cheer. She’d wanted to have it done before they got there but her scanners were picking up the incoming Mican Military forces from the west. “HOLD FIRE!”
Her side ceased fire for the moment, although the Sheriff’s forces didn’t. Raven spoke through an amplification system to the others. “In three minutes,” she told them, “the Mican Military forces will be in attendance! When that happens, the situation’s out of my hands and they will likely kill you all! Surrendering now will save your lives! You have three minutes. I’m SURE the Sheriff will arrest you all without gunfire!” It took them only a moment for the remaining dozen to surrender and Raven let the Sheriff do her duties before checking her troops for wounds they turned out not to have. This was the way to fight a battle, she thought as she held her shotgun in an inoffensive position and advanced on the scene. “<Commander Raven, U.S.C. Loper,”> she said in introduction as a Mican with an epaulette laden jacket got down from the lead truck.
“Captain Raith,” the Mican replied, shaking her armoured hand, “3rd Lancer division.”
“Keswick,” the Sheriff added, butting in, “Sheriff’s division. Are you taking the ‘guests or can we hold them?”
The Officer pondered for a moment. “In the sake of ensuring openness,” he conceded, “we’ll hold most of them. You want to choose…”
“Three,” the Sheriff offered. She really wanted someone to be sure of paying the penalty for shooting up her town and people. She hadn’t been entirely fond of the Council troops for prolonging the fight but she understood as soon as the army had shown up. Thirty tended to have a good chance against twenty, even if some of them had high strength weapons. But they’d been forced to stay under cover so the hundred or so had time to get here. “I’d say this’d be a day for the reports,” she added, looking back at the wreck of a station, “but I have a feeling ‘colony security’ is going to come into play?”
“Your three prisoners might be able to keep the door open.” He looked to Raven. “What’s this all about, anyhow?”
Raven shrugged. <”Pesky ‘colony security’,”> she said. <”You’ll need to talk with the REALLY high ranks about that.”> She looked up and wondered how the battle was going.
He could see the target. Exposed and vulnerable. “Now,” Rhew said.
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
This is a wonderful chapter as always! I don't know what to say except that it is great!
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
And, amidst the violence, a cake gag.
Part 48
The Rodomont’s forward cannons opened up, ripping into the underside of the Hoya as it struggled for life against the punishment being doled out by the two Council ships and their fighters. The Militia ships that normally protected Pandera hung back, way out of the way, as their commanders had advised after Jones and Postain had both called to warn them. The fighters from the Rodomont backed off as they sensed the fight was nearing conclusion. The side cannons had been destroyed and there was little more they could do now, other than stay out of the failing ship’s forward guns. Silent explosions rippled under the skin of the ship, visible even to the sensors on the main Militia craft as it transmitted to control.
“Has there been any call to surrender,” Rhew asked Maldak as the ship kept up it’s fire rate, slamming holes into the shell of the enemy. He watched the holes slowly expanding and the figures slipping into space around them.
“Nothing yet,” the Quollan remarked, having fought to keep communication lines open.
“Their life support systems are failing, sir,” Levan advised from the science station.
“Ok, hold fire and implore them to surrender. In that order.”
Hawle had taken similar command decisions, ceasing fire a moment before the Rodomont whilst keeping the Loper’s shields up. “Back us away from the enemy, Chappers,” he advised, feeling the Lappinean need for caution coming on him. “Let’s not crowd her.”
“Aye, Captain,” the Bristolian replied, putting the ship into reverse with thruster power as a last shot lashed across the front of the ship, scorching the front bow. The hull buckled under the impact and Hawle wondered if he’d had another breach somewhere precariously close to his location. “Might want to go faster, Chapston,” he advised.
“On it, sir.”
“Are they looking to die,” Rhew asked as he watched the shot at the Loper on the screen. It seemed to be unaimed but…
“Reading a power build-up from the Hoya’s core,” Levan advised quickly.
“Take evasive action,” Rhew ordered. “Get our fighters out of there!” The ship began to turn away from the stricken ship. Rhew tapped into internal communications. “All hands, this is Commander Rhew. Brace yourselves!”
Further down the ship, Postain heard the call and glared at the opposition fighter as he finished strapping up the guard’s shoulder. “You better hang on, ‘Stew’,” he warned as they headed to the counter and gripped the rail. He noted that half the cake near the captured Rabbit had vanished wondered if he could add that to the charges. He felt the acceleration under his boots and his wound throbbed in conjunction with the movement and he wished he were on the bridge right now.
Senny grabbed on to the console she was next to as the guard took up a grip on the rail “Get in here, you,” she called as she saw Kerri running past.
The Chipmunk obeyed, heading in and taking position next to Senny before her ears pricked up. “Hey,” she protested, “you don’t get to give me orders!”
Senny grinned. “You didn’t have to ob…” She was pushed forward as the blast impact of the explosion caught up with them, sending the ship forward as the effect took hold, the expanding pressure sending everything around them to the floor and causing the lights to flicker violently. The ship pitched upwards for a few seconds and Senny grabbed the Engineer just to make sure she didn’t fall
Kerri, of course, was pretty sure she didn’t need the help but she appreciated it anyway as she imagined chunks of the other ship crashing through the shields and levelling half the Rodomont where it stood. She hated her imagination, this little one, and hoped Pascal had gotten away from the ship in time. She resolved to definitely ask him out this time. Oh, and she didn’t need help. She could let go of Senny’s leg anytime she wanted. She just didnt much want to.
As the impact came in, Doctor Cobalt held tight to the gyro table she was using for the operation. Flass, fortunately for him, was strapped to the bed and safe from movement but she had to avoid bottles and items that she really hadn’t figured were going to come flying at her as her shipwide monitor indicated hull breaches along the starboard aft section of the ship. Doctor Flass grumbled on the table as she held on, waiting for the ship to right before she got back to work on closing his wounds. She was pretty sure he wasn’t going to die unless he fell off and that wasn’t going to happen. She relaxed slightly as the ship began to settle down and straighten out so she could seal up the wound she’d been working on in Flass’s side. She wiped his spilled blood off her visor and got back to work before the next lot of wounded started to come in. She needed Flass back up, at least in an advisory role.
Appleby watched the others in the secure room carefully. She’d chosen to be close to the one used by the school so she could help keep the children calm. Mostly it was by playing games and little tricks but, on occasion, it was by ‘telepathic massage’ where she gently ‘touched minds’ to calm an emotional ringleader before they started the others up. It wasn’t one hundred percent ethical and, by the smell of things, she hadn’t been one hundred percent effective but they’d held together, even when the explosions had been going on right outside and she’d been against the wall, ready to shoot the first person to come into the room. Ironically, their fear when they’d seen her gun had been the hardest thing for her to manage, the sight of it almost overloading their minds with worry as the attackers had tried to work out the code. If she’d not been told by the teacher that the code had been changed that morning after someone had caught a saboteur – the teacher’s words – then she’d have been really worried. They’d all grabbed handrails and their neighbouring kids when Rhew had warned them but a few needed treatment by the first aider for falls and one was currently being concentrated on to stop her screaming the place down with a broken ankle. Appleby just wanted out of here now but she chose to pick up a sniffling girl and just hug her and tell her it was going to be alright. She just wished she knew if she was telling the truth or not.
Hawle watched the expanding explosion with dismay as he realised the Rodomont had been hit and there were bodies from both ships in the void ahead of him. “Signal the Rodomont,” he told Groven, “Tell them Barleycorn and a team are on the way.”
“You want I should take a team over and help the defence teams,” the Canine asked after.
Hawle shook his head. “Most of the trained fighters we have on board right now,” he sighed, “look just like the people they just had shooting at them. Friendly fire is a risk right now.”
Part 48
The Rodomont’s forward cannons opened up, ripping into the underside of the Hoya as it struggled for life against the punishment being doled out by the two Council ships and their fighters. The Militia ships that normally protected Pandera hung back, way out of the way, as their commanders had advised after Jones and Postain had both called to warn them. The fighters from the Rodomont backed off as they sensed the fight was nearing conclusion. The side cannons had been destroyed and there was little more they could do now, other than stay out of the failing ship’s forward guns. Silent explosions rippled under the skin of the ship, visible even to the sensors on the main Militia craft as it transmitted to control.
“Has there been any call to surrender,” Rhew asked Maldak as the ship kept up it’s fire rate, slamming holes into the shell of the enemy. He watched the holes slowly expanding and the figures slipping into space around them.
“Nothing yet,” the Quollan remarked, having fought to keep communication lines open.
“Their life support systems are failing, sir,” Levan advised from the science station.
“Ok, hold fire and implore them to surrender. In that order.”
Hawle had taken similar command decisions, ceasing fire a moment before the Rodomont whilst keeping the Loper’s shields up. “Back us away from the enemy, Chappers,” he advised, feeling the Lappinean need for caution coming on him. “Let’s not crowd her.”
“Aye, Captain,” the Bristolian replied, putting the ship into reverse with thruster power as a last shot lashed across the front of the ship, scorching the front bow. The hull buckled under the impact and Hawle wondered if he’d had another breach somewhere precariously close to his location. “Might want to go faster, Chapston,” he advised.
“On it, sir.”
“Are they looking to die,” Rhew asked as he watched the shot at the Loper on the screen. It seemed to be unaimed but…
“Reading a power build-up from the Hoya’s core,” Levan advised quickly.
“Take evasive action,” Rhew ordered. “Get our fighters out of there!” The ship began to turn away from the stricken ship. Rhew tapped into internal communications. “All hands, this is Commander Rhew. Brace yourselves!”
Further down the ship, Postain heard the call and glared at the opposition fighter as he finished strapping up the guard’s shoulder. “You better hang on, ‘Stew’,” he warned as they headed to the counter and gripped the rail. He noted that half the cake near the captured Rabbit had vanished wondered if he could add that to the charges. He felt the acceleration under his boots and his wound throbbed in conjunction with the movement and he wished he were on the bridge right now.
Senny grabbed on to the console she was next to as the guard took up a grip on the rail “Get in here, you,” she called as she saw Kerri running past.
The Chipmunk obeyed, heading in and taking position next to Senny before her ears pricked up. “Hey,” she protested, “you don’t get to give me orders!”
Senny grinned. “You didn’t have to ob…” She was pushed forward as the blast impact of the explosion caught up with them, sending the ship forward as the effect took hold, the expanding pressure sending everything around them to the floor and causing the lights to flicker violently. The ship pitched upwards for a few seconds and Senny grabbed the Engineer just to make sure she didn’t fall
Kerri, of course, was pretty sure she didn’t need the help but she appreciated it anyway as she imagined chunks of the other ship crashing through the shields and levelling half the Rodomont where it stood. She hated her imagination, this little one, and hoped Pascal had gotten away from the ship in time. She resolved to definitely ask him out this time. Oh, and she didn’t need help. She could let go of Senny’s leg anytime she wanted. She just didnt much want to.
As the impact came in, Doctor Cobalt held tight to the gyro table she was using for the operation. Flass, fortunately for him, was strapped to the bed and safe from movement but she had to avoid bottles and items that she really hadn’t figured were going to come flying at her as her shipwide monitor indicated hull breaches along the starboard aft section of the ship. Doctor Flass grumbled on the table as she held on, waiting for the ship to right before she got back to work on closing his wounds. She was pretty sure he wasn’t going to die unless he fell off and that wasn’t going to happen. She relaxed slightly as the ship began to settle down and straighten out so she could seal up the wound she’d been working on in Flass’s side. She wiped his spilled blood off her visor and got back to work before the next lot of wounded started to come in. She needed Flass back up, at least in an advisory role.
Appleby watched the others in the secure room carefully. She’d chosen to be close to the one used by the school so she could help keep the children calm. Mostly it was by playing games and little tricks but, on occasion, it was by ‘telepathic massage’ where she gently ‘touched minds’ to calm an emotional ringleader before they started the others up. It wasn’t one hundred percent ethical and, by the smell of things, she hadn’t been one hundred percent effective but they’d held together, even when the explosions had been going on right outside and she’d been against the wall, ready to shoot the first person to come into the room. Ironically, their fear when they’d seen her gun had been the hardest thing for her to manage, the sight of it almost overloading their minds with worry as the attackers had tried to work out the code. If she’d not been told by the teacher that the code had been changed that morning after someone had caught a saboteur – the teacher’s words – then she’d have been really worried. They’d all grabbed handrails and their neighbouring kids when Rhew had warned them but a few needed treatment by the first aider for falls and one was currently being concentrated on to stop her screaming the place down with a broken ankle. Appleby just wanted out of here now but she chose to pick up a sniffling girl and just hug her and tell her it was going to be alright. She just wished she knew if she was telling the truth or not.
Hawle watched the expanding explosion with dismay as he realised the Rodomont had been hit and there were bodies from both ships in the void ahead of him. “Signal the Rodomont,” he told Groven, “Tell them Barleycorn and a team are on the way.”
“You want I should take a team over and help the defence teams,” the Canine asked after.
Hawle shook his head. “Most of the trained fighters we have on board right now,” he sighed, “look just like the people they just had shooting at them. Friendly fire is a risk right now.”
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
Not really a cake gag unless it ends up in someone (preferably Hawle's) face. But great chapter nonetheless!
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
The penultimate part. And a certain figure wanders through...
Part 49
Rhew sat expectantly on the bridge. They’d stood down from battle stations and Hawle’s medical team had teleported aboard to assist Doctors Cobalt and Jul whilst the engineering section worked on repairing the damage to the ship and the casualty reports came in. By the looks of it they’d lost twenty people during the firefight and explosion and over seventy wounded. He checked the list again to double check a name wasn’t on it before the Captain returned. On seeing Jasmine’s name was missing, he checked to see if she’d been logged into a secure zone. Close to her department. He smiled half a smile as her name cropped up in zone two. He wanted to be there when she got out and he… stopped looking as Postain staggered back onto the bridge.
“Out of my seat,” Postain growled, shooing the medic who was trying to check his leg. “Stop fussing until I’m sat, you flamin' nit!” he slumped into the seat Rhew had just vacated and looked at the readings. “Rhew,” he said darkly.
“Yes, sir?”
“You seem to have things set up for the moment so sod off. You’re relieved until the morning.”
“Thank you, sir” Rhew replied, taking off at a fast walk.
“NOW you can treat me, Moggie,” Postain consented so the medic set to work.
Rhew made it to the secure zone very shortly before the all-clear sounded and the door opened from inside. He looked and waited as they came out, one or two at a time, until Jasmine appeared. “Hey,” he said in greeting, finding himself unable to wipe the smile off his face. She didn’t talk in response, she just hugged him and, in full view of everyone, kissed him passionately. Eventually, she realised they were in public, with people around them, and backed off slightly. “S...sorry,” she said hesitantly, “but I just…”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, stroking her cheek. “I know the feeling. You O.K.?”
She swatted a young Canine making cooing noises before smiling up at Rhew. “Guess the dating secret’s out,” she surmised.
“Guess so,” he said. “Want to get something to eat at my place?” He leaned in close and whispered.
“So the food’s not the only thing that’s ready,” she said, before walking with him.
Feldar Jones sat back in the chair at the local hospital and closed his eyes for a moment. He’d gone with the team after medical assistance arrived and had done his best to keep up to date on the situation. It seemed the emergency was over but the damage continued. He opened his eyes again and realised someone had joined him on the seats. “Any reason I don’t arrest you,” he asked Balbury resignedly as the Lappinean offered him a plastic cup of tea from the machine.
“After all the help I’ve been giving you,” the Old Lappinean replied as Feldar took the offered cup. “That’d hardly be fair, would it? How is the team, by the way?”
Jones straightened up. “MY team,” he stressed, “are out of action for a while. They took a lot of aural damage from that explosion and we’ve all had to be screened for radiation, thank you very much.”
Balbury tutted and crossed his legs. “Well, if you will get close to explosions… I prefer them going off when I’m no-where near.” He craned to look at the side of Feldar’s head. “Human ear design is odd,” he mentioned, “but it does seem to offer better protection against sharp noises.”
Feldar didn’t smile. “Was that a compliment or an insult. Why are you here?”
Balbury sighed and considered his response. “The main difference between myself and ‘The Division’ is the position we have on the Council. Their position is that Lapas and all it’s colonies are better off and stronger outside of the strict structure of the Council. Their objectives are to break it apart and force us to stand alone to make us stronger. MY goals are to make us stronger, young man. I see little profit in our position within the Council beyond the security of the Council. Even in this current event.” He smirked. “I understand the governments involved have already started reaffirming their support for the Council. You’re getting more money,” he said with a touch of humour. “Probably even a new ship.” Now he positively grinned. “Maybe you’ll buy it from the new yard being put together in the Laputicka system.”
Feldar leaned back. “Here it comes…”
Balbury chuckled. “But of course. I had one of the central figures of government here so how could I resist? As the Hoya line needs a complete redesign – as I always said it did – the central space docks on Lapis and at least two others in the home systems need to be dedicated to the task. But we still need to build other ships. We need an active Space port or Space station and, do you know what?” He shrugged. “We don’t have one.”
“I don’t see what that… Oh,” Feldar said resignedly.
“Exactly,” Balbury nodded. “That one that was recently… reclaimed… from the Pirates was exactly what we needed so it’s been bought. It made more sense than converting a captured base in the Laputika system. They were quite happy to let us have it,” he continued. “It seems they’re happy to have us buying local metals and foods from local planets and systems, increasing revenues for all the patch.” He drank from his tea. “I might buy the company that makes this tea,” he said. “So I can burn it down and stamp on the ashes.”
“You’d still have to import a lot of expensive specialist equipment and chemicals and…” He noted Balbury was staring at him as he put things together “...there just happens to be a plant on Cora II that suddenly became available that just happens to be heavy industry manufacturing AND a chemical refinery, isn’t there?”
“That is useful, yes,” Balbury admitted. “President Dundee had no use for them – there were two, remember - empty and needed them making farm machinery again. So we came to a deal – or the Finance minister did anyhow. They finished threshing it out a few hours ago. We get the plant and make Machinery for them and metals and chemicals for us. We’re also going to sort out their Weather control.”
“Please remember that people died for that,” Feldar growled.
“Of course. I never claim perfect wins, Jones. There’s always a cost.” Balbury stood up. “But I have to judge if the price of the present is worth the outcome of the future. The outcome here is my people have a stronger influence in the area, the colonies that were struggling will get a huge influx of cash and work, the political alliances are strengthened, the Division’s threat recedes and we’ve brought about an enormous expenditure of their assets which may well cripple them for years. On the other handpaw…” he wiggled one in the air. “I understand that is a popular Human term for our hands for some reason? It has become evident, even to the most ardent military braggart and independence caterwauler, that the Council can win by sheer weight of numbers. One on one, the destroyers would have done far more damage to each other. But the fact a second Council ship was there made it a clear cut win for our… your side.”
Feldar chuckled. “Never make out you’re on our side,” he warned, “it tells us you’re lying.”
“Oh,” Balbury replied, “but I am on your side. Most of the time. Give my regards to Adriette.” With that, the old Rabbit walked from the area.
Part 49
Rhew sat expectantly on the bridge. They’d stood down from battle stations and Hawle’s medical team had teleported aboard to assist Doctors Cobalt and Jul whilst the engineering section worked on repairing the damage to the ship and the casualty reports came in. By the looks of it they’d lost twenty people during the firefight and explosion and over seventy wounded. He checked the list again to double check a name wasn’t on it before the Captain returned. On seeing Jasmine’s name was missing, he checked to see if she’d been logged into a secure zone. Close to her department. He smiled half a smile as her name cropped up in zone two. He wanted to be there when she got out and he… stopped looking as Postain staggered back onto the bridge.
“Out of my seat,” Postain growled, shooing the medic who was trying to check his leg. “Stop fussing until I’m sat, you flamin' nit!” he slumped into the seat Rhew had just vacated and looked at the readings. “Rhew,” he said darkly.
“Yes, sir?”
“You seem to have things set up for the moment so sod off. You’re relieved until the morning.”
“Thank you, sir” Rhew replied, taking off at a fast walk.
“NOW you can treat me, Moggie,” Postain consented so the medic set to work.
Rhew made it to the secure zone very shortly before the all-clear sounded and the door opened from inside. He looked and waited as they came out, one or two at a time, until Jasmine appeared. “Hey,” he said in greeting, finding himself unable to wipe the smile off his face. She didn’t talk in response, she just hugged him and, in full view of everyone, kissed him passionately. Eventually, she realised they were in public, with people around them, and backed off slightly. “S...sorry,” she said hesitantly, “but I just…”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, stroking her cheek. “I know the feeling. You O.K.?”
She swatted a young Canine making cooing noises before smiling up at Rhew. “Guess the dating secret’s out,” she surmised.
“Guess so,” he said. “Want to get something to eat at my place?” He leaned in close and whispered.
“So the food’s not the only thing that’s ready,” she said, before walking with him.
Feldar Jones sat back in the chair at the local hospital and closed his eyes for a moment. He’d gone with the team after medical assistance arrived and had done his best to keep up to date on the situation. It seemed the emergency was over but the damage continued. He opened his eyes again and realised someone had joined him on the seats. “Any reason I don’t arrest you,” he asked Balbury resignedly as the Lappinean offered him a plastic cup of tea from the machine.
“After all the help I’ve been giving you,” the Old Lappinean replied as Feldar took the offered cup. “That’d hardly be fair, would it? How is the team, by the way?”
Jones straightened up. “MY team,” he stressed, “are out of action for a while. They took a lot of aural damage from that explosion and we’ve all had to be screened for radiation, thank you very much.”
Balbury tutted and crossed his legs. “Well, if you will get close to explosions… I prefer them going off when I’m no-where near.” He craned to look at the side of Feldar’s head. “Human ear design is odd,” he mentioned, “but it does seem to offer better protection against sharp noises.”
Feldar didn’t smile. “Was that a compliment or an insult. Why are you here?”
Balbury sighed and considered his response. “The main difference between myself and ‘The Division’ is the position we have on the Council. Their position is that Lapas and all it’s colonies are better off and stronger outside of the strict structure of the Council. Their objectives are to break it apart and force us to stand alone to make us stronger. MY goals are to make us stronger, young man. I see little profit in our position within the Council beyond the security of the Council. Even in this current event.” He smirked. “I understand the governments involved have already started reaffirming their support for the Council. You’re getting more money,” he said with a touch of humour. “Probably even a new ship.” Now he positively grinned. “Maybe you’ll buy it from the new yard being put together in the Laputicka system.”
Feldar leaned back. “Here it comes…”
Balbury chuckled. “But of course. I had one of the central figures of government here so how could I resist? As the Hoya line needs a complete redesign – as I always said it did – the central space docks on Lapis and at least two others in the home systems need to be dedicated to the task. But we still need to build other ships. We need an active Space port or Space station and, do you know what?” He shrugged. “We don’t have one.”
“I don’t see what that… Oh,” Feldar said resignedly.
“Exactly,” Balbury nodded. “That one that was recently… reclaimed… from the Pirates was exactly what we needed so it’s been bought. It made more sense than converting a captured base in the Laputika system. They were quite happy to let us have it,” he continued. “It seems they’re happy to have us buying local metals and foods from local planets and systems, increasing revenues for all the patch.” He drank from his tea. “I might buy the company that makes this tea,” he said. “So I can burn it down and stamp on the ashes.”
“You’d still have to import a lot of expensive specialist equipment and chemicals and…” He noted Balbury was staring at him as he put things together “...there just happens to be a plant on Cora II that suddenly became available that just happens to be heavy industry manufacturing AND a chemical refinery, isn’t there?”
“That is useful, yes,” Balbury admitted. “President Dundee had no use for them – there were two, remember - empty and needed them making farm machinery again. So we came to a deal – or the Finance minister did anyhow. They finished threshing it out a few hours ago. We get the plant and make Machinery for them and metals and chemicals for us. We’re also going to sort out their Weather control.”
“Please remember that people died for that,” Feldar growled.
“Of course. I never claim perfect wins, Jones. There’s always a cost.” Balbury stood up. “But I have to judge if the price of the present is worth the outcome of the future. The outcome here is my people have a stronger influence in the area, the colonies that were struggling will get a huge influx of cash and work, the political alliances are strengthened, the Division’s threat recedes and we’ve brought about an enormous expenditure of their assets which may well cripple them for years. On the other handpaw…” he wiggled one in the air. “I understand that is a popular Human term for our hands for some reason? It has become evident, even to the most ardent military braggart and independence caterwauler, that the Council can win by sheer weight of numbers. One on one, the destroyers would have done far more damage to each other. But the fact a second Council ship was there made it a clear cut win for our… your side.”
Feldar chuckled. “Never make out you’re on our side,” he warned, “it tells us you’re lying.”
“Oh,” Balbury replied, “but I am on your side. Most of the time. Give my regards to Adriette.” With that, the old Rabbit walked from the area.
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
Nice to see you are still writing! Though is the canine supposed to be someone who was supposed to be with another certain somebody?
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
No, no, he's just someone who works with Jasmine.
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
Oh just wondering because I think what is coming up next will be better. 
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
Part 50
Postain looked around at the gathering as he stepped up to the podium. He knew everyone on the ship, at least by sight, and half the occupants he could name. He noted Rhew and his new Girlfriend in the front row, as a first officer should be. Garza was sat near the back, trying not to look embarrassed for reasons Postain couldn’t fathom. What the Pirate was doing here, he couldn’t fathom but she seemed to be supporting the little engineer and Appleby was there, on the other side of her as he organised his thoughts and words.
“We’ve lost so many these last few weeks,” he said heavily, “so many colleagues and friends to what seem pointless ends that it drags us all down. But we cannot let it do that to us. It dishonours their memories to let those who we have been fighting win. We take pride in their courage and dedication. We honour their memory by keeping their faces in our memories and their smiles in our hearts.” He pondered. Had he meant that the other way around? Let it lie. “We honour those who laid down their lives in the pursuit of other people’s safety and liberty.” He paused momentarily. “We mourn their loss,” he went on, “but we stand resolute in the courage of their convictions and the understanding that, as long as we go forward with those same goals, they will never be forgotten. Thank you. We thank them all.” He turned and saluted the ship’s multi-denominational preacher who returned the salute before displacing the Captain at the podium and continuing the service.
Senny had felt that the Captain was talking directly to her with the part about other people’s safety and liberty and she was a little surprised to feel offended. Hadn’t she been trying to help with the situation and provided a crucial bit of help? She grimaced internally when she recalled that, just a couple of weeks ago, she’d have been one of the one’s fighting him. She put her hand on Kerri’s shoulder as the Preacher read through the litany of names and came to Pascals, the little Engineer trying to remain so brave. The Castoran didn’t believe a second of it and it brought it home to her. Unlike the pirate life, the chance of death wasn’t so much of a daily occurrence over here. It wasn’t something they’d gotten as used to. The people could be relied on to protect each other’s back, from the Captain to the lowest Ensign. There was even a councillor available via the hologram room if they needed them. It was a far cry from her old job. She wondered how many had been kept alive by her decision to help these people and wondered if that had been her realisation that things were wrong in her old life. She’d been the one they came to on occasion and she’d had to keep them at bay and separate herself from them for her own sanity and… She wondered idly if these were her own thoughts or if Harmony had been influencing her again and she glanced at the Erminian next to her.
“What,” Appleby said innocently.
“Oh, nothing,” Senny said, the flicker of a grin on her face as she thought a dirty thought.
It was probably co-incidence that Appleby coughed.
The ceremony passed and Rhew found himself in the Captain’s office again. They’d discussed Rhew’s relationship as the Captain had decided to chime in and remind Rhew that he had to make orders with absolute equanimity and there might come a time he had to order Dox into danger but, he added, it was ultimately his right to choose a crew member as a mate if he wanted. Rhew understood and mentioned something else he’d thought of, which Postain agreed with and bade him to sort out. Rhew left the room as Postain muttered about ‘learning from mistakes’.
Cobalt sighed. “I’m sorting it now, Doctor Flass,” she protested as he chided her for not finishing up the reports quickly enough. “If you’d been less injured I wouldn’t have had so many to treat and so many reports to fill out!”
Flass coughed. “You’d rather they’d have killed you?”
“Not at all,” she replied, tapping the final letters onto the last but one report. “I like the continual complaining. And thank you, by the way.”
Flass sat up on the bed and tried to put his feet to the ground. “Complaints come easily,” he admitted, “praise comes hard. You also shouldn’t need it, Doctor. You’re capable and it’s just the high-ups keeping you from my job. You still have a lot to learn, though,” he added, thinking he might have gotten too ‘soft’ in his comments. “For a start, I’m going to teach you how to fight with stun weapons.”
“I don’t have to…” Cobalt sighed. “I suppose it would be an idea. And thank you,” she added.
“What for,” Flass asked, genuinely curious.
“For saving my life,” Cobalt replied before muttering ‘both ways’ under her breath. Never accuse a Wolf of kill stealing, she told herself, it’s not an honourable thing. Nor a safe one.
Rhew sat on Senny’s sofa, with her and her brother facing him as he made his offer to them. “If you think we didn’t notice that you know more about our allies ships weaknesses than we did,” he said casually, drinking tea, “you’re wrong, Pirate.”
“Nice to see you’re warming to me,” Senny replied. “Does that mean I get a little off my sentence? Not worth it, by the way.”
“I agree. But it’s more a job offer than anything. Flight Lieutenant Porra is being put in temporary command of the flight. I want you to work with him.”
“On what,” Senny responded angrily, tapping the collar. “This isn’t letting me onto the flight deck, you know?”
Rhew nodded as Severn putting his hand on his sisters to calm her down. “We realise that,” he admitted, “but there are ways, including the simulation rooms, that you can still help.” Rhew grimaced. “We’ve not generally considered going up against the ships of the line from our constituent races. We don’t know the weak points like you do. If you can train the fighters on where to hit…”
“You can kill opponents faster,” Senny asked sweetly. “but, I suppose it could work. Not sure they’d listen to me with this on, though,” she added, indicating the collar again.
Rhew smiled. “You’re keeping that until the sentence is served, “he told her, “but the Captain will tell them to work with you and you can take any problems to him. It’ll soon sort any difficulties. And, when the time is served?” Rhew shrugged. “We’ll still need good pilots, after all.”
“Doesn’t sound too bad, sis,” Severn told her. “It’s worth going for?”
“Oh, you would say that,” Senny told him. “YOU get the benefits of having me around!”
“You know,” he cut back, “I’d heard there were benefits to that? Helping me in bar fights and the like? Being the Sister I should always have backed?”
“As an apology,” she remarked softly, “that sucked.” She hugged him anyway. “But I’ll take it. Brother.” Severn wondered quite what she thought he was apologising for but decided to accept it and hugged her back.
“Is that a ‘yes’,” Rhew asked, finishing his tea.
<”Things change,”> Henry Postlethwaite said, over the hologram link.
“Not for me,” Postain replied. “I’ve often had new people foisted on me. Some of them work out, some of them don’t. Some leave, some die. Some get promoted, some remain at their rank until they retire. I’m the constant. Unchanging. Hawle did well, by the way.”
<”I’ll tell him you said thanks,”> Henry said.
“Don’t you dare! I heard you set him a new task?”
<”Yes,”> Henry drawled, before sitting properly. <”Sending my fastest ship out to explore the neighbouring systems – the ones we haven’t had a war with – seemed a good idea. And a Frigate should seem less threatening. He’ll be fine. Meantime,”> Henry finished, <”I’m afraid I have to send you to be diplomatic.”>
Postain sighed. “Where? And can I get out of it?”
<”Back to Corra Two. It seems the President wants to open discussions with you about us setting up a base there. Your orders, from central command, are to cement relationships with the colony administration and do what’s needed to get that base open.”>
Postain smiled and thought that, just perhaps, things HAD changed for him…
END
Postain looked around at the gathering as he stepped up to the podium. He knew everyone on the ship, at least by sight, and half the occupants he could name. He noted Rhew and his new Girlfriend in the front row, as a first officer should be. Garza was sat near the back, trying not to look embarrassed for reasons Postain couldn’t fathom. What the Pirate was doing here, he couldn’t fathom but she seemed to be supporting the little engineer and Appleby was there, on the other side of her as he organised his thoughts and words.
“We’ve lost so many these last few weeks,” he said heavily, “so many colleagues and friends to what seem pointless ends that it drags us all down. But we cannot let it do that to us. It dishonours their memories to let those who we have been fighting win. We take pride in their courage and dedication. We honour their memory by keeping their faces in our memories and their smiles in our hearts.” He pondered. Had he meant that the other way around? Let it lie. “We honour those who laid down their lives in the pursuit of other people’s safety and liberty.” He paused momentarily. “We mourn their loss,” he went on, “but we stand resolute in the courage of their convictions and the understanding that, as long as we go forward with those same goals, they will never be forgotten. Thank you. We thank them all.” He turned and saluted the ship’s multi-denominational preacher who returned the salute before displacing the Captain at the podium and continuing the service.
Senny had felt that the Captain was talking directly to her with the part about other people’s safety and liberty and she was a little surprised to feel offended. Hadn’t she been trying to help with the situation and provided a crucial bit of help? She grimaced internally when she recalled that, just a couple of weeks ago, she’d have been one of the one’s fighting him. She put her hand on Kerri’s shoulder as the Preacher read through the litany of names and came to Pascals, the little Engineer trying to remain so brave. The Castoran didn’t believe a second of it and it brought it home to her. Unlike the pirate life, the chance of death wasn’t so much of a daily occurrence over here. It wasn’t something they’d gotten as used to. The people could be relied on to protect each other’s back, from the Captain to the lowest Ensign. There was even a councillor available via the hologram room if they needed them. It was a far cry from her old job. She wondered how many had been kept alive by her decision to help these people and wondered if that had been her realisation that things were wrong in her old life. She’d been the one they came to on occasion and she’d had to keep them at bay and separate herself from them for her own sanity and… She wondered idly if these were her own thoughts or if Harmony had been influencing her again and she glanced at the Erminian next to her.
“What,” Appleby said innocently.
“Oh, nothing,” Senny said, the flicker of a grin on her face as she thought a dirty thought.
It was probably co-incidence that Appleby coughed.
The ceremony passed and Rhew found himself in the Captain’s office again. They’d discussed Rhew’s relationship as the Captain had decided to chime in and remind Rhew that he had to make orders with absolute equanimity and there might come a time he had to order Dox into danger but, he added, it was ultimately his right to choose a crew member as a mate if he wanted. Rhew understood and mentioned something else he’d thought of, which Postain agreed with and bade him to sort out. Rhew left the room as Postain muttered about ‘learning from mistakes’.
Cobalt sighed. “I’m sorting it now, Doctor Flass,” she protested as he chided her for not finishing up the reports quickly enough. “If you’d been less injured I wouldn’t have had so many to treat and so many reports to fill out!”
Flass coughed. “You’d rather they’d have killed you?”
“Not at all,” she replied, tapping the final letters onto the last but one report. “I like the continual complaining. And thank you, by the way.”
Flass sat up on the bed and tried to put his feet to the ground. “Complaints come easily,” he admitted, “praise comes hard. You also shouldn’t need it, Doctor. You’re capable and it’s just the high-ups keeping you from my job. You still have a lot to learn, though,” he added, thinking he might have gotten too ‘soft’ in his comments. “For a start, I’m going to teach you how to fight with stun weapons.”
“I don’t have to…” Cobalt sighed. “I suppose it would be an idea. And thank you,” she added.
“What for,” Flass asked, genuinely curious.
“For saving my life,” Cobalt replied before muttering ‘both ways’ under her breath. Never accuse a Wolf of kill stealing, she told herself, it’s not an honourable thing. Nor a safe one.
Rhew sat on Senny’s sofa, with her and her brother facing him as he made his offer to them. “If you think we didn’t notice that you know more about our allies ships weaknesses than we did,” he said casually, drinking tea, “you’re wrong, Pirate.”
“Nice to see you’re warming to me,” Senny replied. “Does that mean I get a little off my sentence? Not worth it, by the way.”
“I agree. But it’s more a job offer than anything. Flight Lieutenant Porra is being put in temporary command of the flight. I want you to work with him.”
“On what,” Senny responded angrily, tapping the collar. “This isn’t letting me onto the flight deck, you know?”
Rhew nodded as Severn putting his hand on his sisters to calm her down. “We realise that,” he admitted, “but there are ways, including the simulation rooms, that you can still help.” Rhew grimaced. “We’ve not generally considered going up against the ships of the line from our constituent races. We don’t know the weak points like you do. If you can train the fighters on where to hit…”
“You can kill opponents faster,” Senny asked sweetly. “but, I suppose it could work. Not sure they’d listen to me with this on, though,” she added, indicating the collar again.
Rhew smiled. “You’re keeping that until the sentence is served, “he told her, “but the Captain will tell them to work with you and you can take any problems to him. It’ll soon sort any difficulties. And, when the time is served?” Rhew shrugged. “We’ll still need good pilots, after all.”
“Doesn’t sound too bad, sis,” Severn told her. “It’s worth going for?”
“Oh, you would say that,” Senny told him. “YOU get the benefits of having me around!”
“You know,” he cut back, “I’d heard there were benefits to that? Helping me in bar fights and the like? Being the Sister I should always have backed?”
“As an apology,” she remarked softly, “that sucked.” She hugged him anyway. “But I’ll take it. Brother.” Severn wondered quite what she thought he was apologising for but decided to accept it and hugged her back.
“Is that a ‘yes’,” Rhew asked, finishing his tea.
<”Things change,”> Henry Postlethwaite said, over the hologram link.
“Not for me,” Postain replied. “I’ve often had new people foisted on me. Some of them work out, some of them don’t. Some leave, some die. Some get promoted, some remain at their rank until they retire. I’m the constant. Unchanging. Hawle did well, by the way.”
<”I’ll tell him you said thanks,”> Henry said.
“Don’t you dare! I heard you set him a new task?”
<”Yes,”> Henry drawled, before sitting properly. <”Sending my fastest ship out to explore the neighbouring systems – the ones we haven’t had a war with – seemed a good idea. And a Frigate should seem less threatening. He’ll be fine. Meantime,”> Henry finished, <”I’m afraid I have to send you to be diplomatic.”>
Postain sighed. “Where? And can I get out of it?”
<”Back to Corra Two. It seems the President wants to open discussions with you about us setting up a base there. Your orders, from central command, are to cement relationships with the colony administration and do what’s needed to get that base open.”>
Postain smiled and thought that, just perhaps, things HAD changed for him…
END
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
Really glad that you were able to finish this story! Wonderful work!
And of course I would forget that what you showed me was a DIFFERENT story because I'm slow.
And of course I would forget that what you showed me was a DIFFERENT story because I'm slow.
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
Ah yes. That's from "Explorers - a Loper story" (Or something like that, I've not named the next tale yet.) In part it was to cheer you after your recent events. Also because I figured he needed a 'thank you'...Amazee Dayzee wrote: ↑Sat Sep 26, 2020 2:54 pm Really glad that you were able to finish this story! Wonderful work!
And of course I would forget that what you showed me was a DIFFERENT story because I'm slow.
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
Are you going to post it publicly?
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
Oh, yeah. It'll be up. After a bit of a break so people can finish this one.
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
Good. That gives me some time to whisper more ideas in your ear. XD
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Re: Fauntleroy - Postain
I will go and read it and tell you my favorite part.