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Walker Brigade:
Book of Incidents
By Xavier Carter
D e d i c a t i o n
To Meds the most wonderful Doctor
in the known Universe
Prologue
Federated Union of Planets
The Federated Union of Planets was formed out of the turmoil of mans expansion into space. After Mars was explored, terra-formed and settled, the moons of Jupiter were next. Earth, having been filled to capacity and its resources becoming scarce, was looking for new planets to put its ever expanding population.
The advent of Hyper-drive finally allowed man a way to reach for the stars as never before. The first jump was to Proxima Centauri, some 4.3 light years away. The trip took one week. The fourth planet was found to be habitable. After two years of exploration the planet proved even more earthlike than Earth in its current state. Transport ships were built and emigration to the new planet commenced. The new planet was named Pacifica.
From there man expanded through out the sector. Over the years that followed, Hyper-drive ships spread throughout the galaxy in the vicinity of Earth and Pacifica, finding new habitable planets for man to settle. Pacifica became the center from which man flourished and Earth spread its multitude of cultures throughout the sector. After several interplanetary battles, the government of Pacifica formulated a plan to unite the separate isolated systems into a loose, mutual supporting, federation. This federation would protect each system from outside influences and leave the planets internal struggles for them to work out.
The only cost to the Federation members was men or women for the military forces and for the administrative functions needed, if any. Also an annual stipend to amount to one one-hundredth of that’s planets gross planetary product as calculated by the Federation Council. The federation was formed and most planets signed the accords. Those that didn’t were left alone unless they attempted to attack a member planet. Once they understood that a member planet would be protected they too signed the Unions accords.
For one thousand years the Federated Union of Planets grew and matured as man spread through the galaxy. It is now the ninety-third year of the current administration that took office when the last administration lost a vote of confidence. Through all the turmoil and tribulations of the federation the one constant and stable force is its military. There are three branches, the Navy (space), the Colonial Marines and the Stellar Army.
The Navy is the largest of the three branches. It is responsible for the transport of the Marines and the Army. They are also the only branch to have a military intelligence agency. They also provide all the support services to all three branches.
The Colonial Marines are the second largest. They are responsible for the protection of exploration teams as they explore new worlds. They are also the first line of defense on newly settled worlds along with being the first units on the ground in most situations involving member planets.
The Stellar Army is the primary response to interplanetary aggression. The Stellar Army is the smallest branch of all the services along with being equipped with the best the Federation has to offer, not the newest, but the best.
Logic War
The logic war was fought and won when the Syllogistics Coalition in the Luyten sector tried to secede from the Union and attempted to take over several other planets in the process for the resources they needed. The sector had been settled by a group of scientists and mathematicians which followed the teaching of logic above all else. It was their logic which led to their determining that they where the only society capable of ruling mankind. Logic drove them to secede and attempt to take over the Federation. Logic was their eventual downfall.
Several strategic planets had been taken by them and their logic dictated that the Federation would not try to take back the planets as the costs in material and manpower would be too high.
Their thinking along these lines provided the Federation opportunities from which to take advantage thus winning every engagement with little or no loss of life. It was then that the Coalition started to hire mercenaries to fight for them.
Although the Logic Wars took three long years to prosecute it gave much of the military experience in battle that would have otherwise been non-existent.
M’roby Coalition
The M’roby are the first alien species the Federation has encountered in their push into space. The M’roby are semi-humanoid, semi-insectisoid, having an exoskeleton but being bi-pedal symmetrical.
The M’roby were first encountered on three-four-alph-nine, a planet which the federation was in the process of exploring. It had been determined that the planet was uninhabited by the initial exploration teams. After mining operations had been established a division of M’roby had landed and attacked the mining operation and the Marines providing security. The Stellar Army was called in and three divisions of Marines accompanied them.
The Stellar Army units deployed were those of the Walker Brigade.
Walker Brigade
The Walker Brigade is part of the Third Mechanized Infantry Division of the First (and only) Stellar Army Corp. The Walker Brigade is equipped with state of the art armor and the battle proven Mark IX Walkers. The brigade is made up of 209 squads or approximately 2,700 troopers. Each squad is capable of working independently or in concert with other squads of the brigade. In most cases a Walker squad is an independent entity working along side a contingent of Marines.
Squad leaders of Walker Squads are mostly Chief Warrant Officers. That rank is equivalent to Midshipman in the Navy and Third Lieutenant in the Marines. One of the Squads of the Walker Brigade is Echo Squad.
Echo Squad
First Squad, Second Platoon, Company E, First Battalion of the Sixty-Forth Armored Brigade (Walker Brigade) of the Third Mechanized Infantry Division of the First Stellar Army Corp of the Federated Union of Planets.
1st/64AR/3MD/Icorp – Call designation: Echo Squad
Echo Squad is the premiere squad of the Walker Brigade but has been on detached duty for two years, only occasionally working with other squads of its Platoon, let alone its Company, Battalion or Brigade. Echo squad has been working at the whim of the Squad Leaders father who happens to be a Fleet Rear Admiral heading up DevSecCom the naval intelligence organization based on Pacifica.
Echo Squad is made up of three fire teams of four walkers each as follows:
Team One
Max Jones – Team Leader/Squad Leader
Ellen J Johnson – Scout
Sam Westerboc
Charles Wickers
Team Two
Jolene Akers – Team Leader
Fletcher Wilcox / Simon Eckles
Marg Epstein-Phillips* - Scout
Michelle Santos-Tomas – Meds
Team Three
Becky Latham – Team Leader/Squad Second/Comms
Nadia Stevens* - Scout
Chris Shonner
Ernie Barr – Scans
*Assigned from other Walker squads
These are the accounts of their exploits.
PART
ONE
Chapter
1
Walker Brigade: The M'roby Incident
3.10.0093/4
* * * Max Jones
The ground shimmered as I strode across the plain. Taking strides in a power-walker was like that; the ground just flowed by underneath you. You couldn't focus on the ground you were currently moving over, you had to look ahead of you. After all, you were moving at one hundred kph across the terrain.
My squad was on the move to the flank of the M'roby, the invading swarm of beings from out on the rim. The M'roby are humanoid in appearance, but that's any resemblance ends. They had an exoskeleton and looked like a two-legged lobster. They were also stronger and faster than a human, that’s why we needed the power-walkers. They gave us the speed, mobility and the strength equal to the M'roby. Our weapons gave us the edge we needed. We were at least ten years ahead of them in weapons technology. They were still using slug throwers, while we had developed particle beams five years ago, and now had plasma pulse cannons and giga-watt hand lasers.
My power-walker was outfitted with two plasma cannons and two 100 giga-watt particle beam projectors. I also had two rail-guns as back up. They would throw a collapsed aluminum slug at hypersonic speeds one after the other so fast that they appeared to be a solid rod of metal. Most of the squad was armed similarly with the exception of my number two. She was loaded down with comm gear, so she just had the rail-guns.
The M'roby had invaded one of our outposts on the far reaches of our section of explored space. Apparently, they wanted this planet as much as we did, so they decided to take it away by force. Not even a “how you doing, by the way that planet is in our sphere of influence, would you mind talking about it.” They just landed ten thousand troops on the southern polar continent, and started shooting up the countryside.
But, what do I know? I'm just a squad leader in a twelve man squad made up of three four man fire teams. My squad is one of the mixed squads; over half of my troops are female. We discovered early on that the M'roby were scared to death of female combat troops. Must be something in their genes or whatever, because when they saw a female trooper start toward them firing, they just froze up, and then they would start running for the horizon.
The first time that happened, there were only about four or five female troops on the ground. When the first one had contact with the M'roby, she routed a division off a hill all by herself. She started running up the hill firing at them, and they all turned and ran in the opposite direction.
Since then we have allowed more and more female troops to be part of our front line units. Although all we do then is chase these mothers all over the continent. I don't see how they know that they are female; to me we all look alike in the power-walkers and body armor. The big brains think that they can smell them, and that smell sets off the flight response in their brains. Me, I really don't give a fuck.
We were part of a five-squad envelopment movement. We were to cut up this plain then hang a left at the mountains to come up behind the M'roby. The only women in the whole operation were in the five squads trying to out flank them. They, The M’roby were sitting in front of three divisions of battle hardened combat troops, all male, dropped in just for this operation.
The thought behind this plan was to cause the M'roby troops to run smack dab into those three divisions. Blam! Complete annihilation. Then it would be mop up time and we would get to go home. Not that this planet, whatever its name, wasn't pleasant, but home world was where I was born and raised. It was home.
"Rally point Oscar Delta One bearing two-four-oh degrees," Becky's voice sounded tinny over the laser comm, "Twenty-five klicks."
"Give me all-com, Becky," I told her.
"Echo Zulu One. Rally point Oscar Delta One in twenty-five klicks, squawking seven-seven-seven." Yes I was top kick, the ranking squad leader in all five squads. So it fell to me to give operational orders to all five. There was an officer present, but he was fifty klicks back, plus he was a green second-louie, hardly able to stand up in his power-walker, let alone command in it.
"Becky, let’s start slowing them down."
"Aye, Chief," she responded. "Echo Two reduce speed to one quarter."
We all dropped back to about twenty-five kph as we approached the rally point. So far it looked as if the M'roby hadn't detected us.
"Echo One, mark." We were there. Stopping, I looked around the landscape; it was a barren wasteland as far as the eye could see. The mountains rose up in front of us, dark jagged wind swept peaks bare of vegetation.
"All right, Chief, bearing one-five-zero degrees, two hundred klicks," Becky called out, shaking me out of my revere.
"Start 'em up."
"Echo Two bearing one-five-zero degrees, two hundred klicks, three quarters speed," Becky sounded out as we turned in unison to one-five-zero and started the power-walkers toward the rear of the M'roby. The squad trailed out alongside us in a line abreast formation. The other four squads would follow as they reached the rally point.
I could hear the other squad seconds chanting out the bearing and speed as we covered the barren terrain.
Chapter 2
2.26.0093/5
* * * Becky Latham
Damn, this place was huge, I was having a hard time finding the squad bay to which I was assigned - First Squad, Second Platoon, Easy Company, First Battalion of the Sixty-Forth Armored Brigade of the Third Mechanized Infantry Division of the First Stellar Army Corp, 64AR/3MD/ICorp. The directions that I had been given were next to useless. I finally found it, but not where the map said it was. When I entered the bay there was no one around. I tossed my gear in my quarters and then headed for the walker bay to find everyone. No one home, the walkers were parked in their cradles. They were fantastic looking.
Walkers are my passion. They are the most beautiful machines ever created by man; a machine that a human can climb into, and without a thought, control. Get in and walk simple elegance. I hurried to my machine to check her over. The diagnostics said she was nominal, but I detected a slight hum in the bio-feedback servos on the right leg.
I opened the panel, checked the servo and found a burr on the offside phalange. Rummaging around the tool cabinet, I found some fine grit emery paper. I lightly burnished the phalange with the paper and smoothed it down, reducing the hum to nothing. I buttoned up the panel and powered down the walker. Then I checked every walker in the bay. Two of them would need parts replaced to get them working again.
I looked up and saw there was a light on in the Squad bays lounge. I better go see if the Chief had returned and report. I wiped my hands on a rag and headed for the Squad bay. The Chief was well thought of in the Walker Brigade. I’d read his file and was anxious to meet him, and proud to be serving with him. Plus, he wasn't all that bad looking.
* * * Max Jones
"Squad Second Becky Latham reporting for duty, Chief." She stood in front of me with her orders extended for me to take. I really didn't look at her as I took her orders, just kept reading the prior days reports.
"You all squared away, Sec?" I asked, not really caring one way or the other if she was.
"Yes Chief."
"Good. We ship out in five days, will you be ready?" She had better say yes, or she was out of here.
"Of course, Chief," she said, with such conviction it caused me to look up at her for the first time. I almost fell over backward in my chair; she was perhaps the most beautiful trooper I had ever seen. She looked like she belonged on a magazine cover.
"Anything else?" I croaked out, almost dropping my cigar on the front of my uniform.
"Yes Chief. I noticed that two of the walkers have been down checked for faulty feedback solenoids and I'd like to get them squared away before we depart."
"Well, take care of it then." I had just completed the paper work on them but now I'd wait and see what she came up with.
"Yes Chief." She turned and walked away. I almost fell over backward again as I watched her cute little ass swaying as she walked.
"Damn," I muttered under my breath. Just what I need right now, a damn beauty queen turned soldier.
Chapter 3
2.27.0093/7
* * * Becky Latham
After morning power-up and diag, I decided to stay in the walker bay and work on the walkers. Mine was in tip-top shape, and would stay that way, now to get the Chief's walker in shape. I noticed at the daily power-up and diag that there was a slight vibration in the servos on the tensor arm.
Sliding in under the power unit, I unlatched the hatch placing the calibration tool into the tensor arm socket. It showed a one point two percent miss-alignment of the servos. I slowly twisted the calibration tool and brought the tensor arm into alignment.
Buttoning up the hatch, I sensed more than heard the walker bay door open and someone walking on the catwalk above. It had to be the Chief as I looked at the time.
"Becky!" He was calling me. I raised my arm out from under nether the power unit and waved.
* * * Max Jones
"Becky!" I shouted.
Damn where was that girl? Turn my back for a second, and she disappears.
"Becky! Where the hell are you?" I yelled again.
"Over here." I heard a muffled voice and saw an arm wave across the walker bay. Shit, what was she up to now? This girl will be the death of me yet. Always fiddling with the walkers, fixing them, she says. Well, maybe she was fixing them. We have had fewer breakdowns in the last two days than we've ever had.
"What are doing to this one now, Latham?"
"The servos on the tensor arm are out of calibration by one point two percent."
How the hell did she know that? It was my walker, and I hadn't noticed anything wrong with it this afternoon during training.
"You almost done? I thought we'd go over the duty roster for the next couple of nights." I still had to feel like I was in charge, damn it. She slid out from under the walker. She had sili-grease on her cheek, and damn, she was beautiful.
"Just buttoning up," she smiled as she turned the last latch to lock. Getting up, she grabbed a rag and wiped her hands.
"Uh, you got some on your right cheek there." I pointed at her face.
"Thanks," she said as she took a swipe at it with her rag, "Did I get it?"
"No. Here, let me," I said as I took the rag from her hands, "There, that's better. Now you look human."
Tossing the rag back to her, she snatched it out of the air and finished wiping her hands.
"I'm going to take a shower, be out in a minute or two," she said as she walked away, unzipping her coveralls. "Meet you in the wardroom."
I'd like to meet her in the shower. Damn, what was I thinking? It would be nuts for me to even attempt to seduce her. There were no specific regs against us doing the horizontal mambo, just common sense. You don't fuck your second or your chief, period. You had to be cool and calculating, able to give orders to someone that might get them killed. You couldn't do that if you were emotionally involved.
Much later I lay in my bunk staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, not because we were shipping out in two days but because I couldn't get her out of my mind. What the hell was wrong with me? This had never happened to me before. I had been paired with a lot of female troopers in the past, but nothing like this had ever happened to me. Eventually I dozed off, dreaming of Becky.
Chapter 4
2.28.0093/4
* * * Max Jones
"Team Two on the mark flanking maneuvers, two-two-zero, half speed. Mark." I watched as fire team two swung around to two-two-zero and slowed to half speed, beautifully executed.
"Team Three on the mark freeze, mark." Two of team threes troops fell over trying to stop from half speed. It can be done it's just not an easy task. Bless their hearts they froze in position, face down in the dirt.
"Team One on the mark slow to one-eighth speed. Mark." This would bring my team to about 10 kph. "Team One on the mark stop. Mark."
"Squad on the mark rally point Delta Foxtrot speed one quarter. Mark." The rally point was my position, Team One just had to stand still they were already there. As the rest of the teams converged on our position, Becky pulled up beside me. She did not look happy. It had been her team that got the freeze order.
"What the hell, Chief?" she asked on our private channel.
"Hey, I know it was a difficult maneuver and your people did good. So quit worrying."
"Ok, troops, listen up. You have two hours for ops assimilation before chow. I want everyone saddled up and ready to go at eighteen-hundred hours. We embark at eighteen-thirty hours, so hustle it up people. Oh, by the way, you guys did great out there, you aced it the first time." I turned and started toward the walker bay.
"All right, let’s get these walkers prepped and ready for loading. Come on, people, let’s put some hustle in it!" Becky was shouting on the all hands channel. The teams flashed past me on their way to the walker bay. Becky pulled up along side me and matched speeds.
"So, Chief, are we really ready?" She was grim as she looked at me through her armor face shield.
"Probably not, but they'll get by. We should have plenty of time for more training once we disembark. Good enough for you?" They were pretty gung-ho this squad of mine. A little less than half were veterans. Some had served with me in the logic wars down toward the galactic center. Now we were on our away to the rim.
"Good enough? I suppose it will have to do won't it? What with the M'roby and everything else that is going on in the galactic arm." She was right there was a lot to do. The M'roby weren't our only problem. There were always two or three systems trying to carve-out their own little empire in the stars.
"They'll be fine. The terrain on three-four-alpha-nine isn't much different than here." Well, that's what I had been told.
* * * Becky Latham
The training had gone well, although the Chief had thrown my team a curve. Luckily, none of my team members were hurt, especially Shonner and Stevens. On the freeze command they had fallen flat on their faces. Well, not exactly on their faces, as they had their arms outstretched to break the fall. They were the rookies in my squad; Barr was the only vet I had. They had done an outstanding job, freezing in place as commanded. I was proud of them.
I went to my quarters to look over the op-orders for the umteenth time. I could recite them in my sleep. Loading commenced at eighteen-thirty hours, then a leisurely hour flight to rendezvous with the transport. Then there would be three hours of off loading to the transport, another hour or so to stow the gear, then hyperspace. I wasn't looking forward to that.
Hyperspace was another place all together, not really part of this space-time continuum but not part of any other. It was a sort of limbo where every place in the universe touched. How long it took to get from one place to another depended on your hyperspace engine and how accurate the calculations from the jump point were. The more powerful the field you could generate the faster you got from point A to point B even if they were across the universe from each other.
There had been ships sent out to see if they could navigate to other galaxies back when the first engine had been developed. That was two centuries ago, still haven't heard from those ships. In hyperspace there was no turning around. You could drop out of hyperspace back to normal space but if you didn't know where you were there was no way to plot a return course. In order to return you had to get to your destination.
I shuddered at the thought of being trapped in hyper-space for centuries, the ship on automatic and dropping out of hyper at the destination with no one alive onboard. Or maybe they made it, but something went wrong on the way back, or before they even tried to get back. Who knows for sure? I heard there were several scout-explorer class vessels sent out to look for them, but I haven't heard whether they made it back or not.
Oh, well, time for chow and then loading the shuttles.
Chapter 5
3.1.0093/5
* * * Max Jones
Shuttles were loaded to their maximum capacity, and as they departed the spaceport on Beta Prime, family members waved to their loved ones on board. It only took an hour to dock with the troop carrier in orbit so the trip wasn't completely unbearable. It took three hours to unload the shuttles, as there was only one docking bay open to the transport, where on the ground we could use all three bay doors to load. Once unloaded, it took another two hours to stow the equipment before transport could depart orbit.
Becky and I spent those five hours overseeing our troopers and support staff as the equipment was unloaded and stowed. Then we got the troopers settled in their squad bay aboard the transport. By the seventh hour, the ship was secure and ready for departure. Alarms were sounded and announcements made. Everyone was strapped in and ready for acceleration. We only really need to be strapped in if the inertial dampers failed.
Becky and I were sitting in the lounge having a well-deserved drink, when the jump to hyper was made. You could tell by the queasy feeling in your gut.
"You know, this is the best tasting booze I've had in a long time," Becky said, holding up her glass full of amber liquid.
"It's because you haven't had any for so long. This stuff is rotgut. We should be using it to polish the brass on this ship," was my retort, as I slugged back another.
I refilled my glass with the rotten tasting stuff, then leaned back and looked at Becky. She was dressed, as I was, in a tee shirt and shorts, uniform of the day on board ship. Of course, she filled out her tee shirt nicer than I did, and from what I could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear.
I shook my head to clear it of the thoughts that had started running through my mind. Thoughts of Becky sitting there naked, cupping her breasts so I could suck on them. Damn, I couldn't believe that image popped into my head. What the fuck was I thinking?
"So, how long 'till we get there?" She knew the answer, but was just making conversation.
"Ten hours. This isn't a combat ship of the line you know." Now I was just making conversation.
"Ten long hours with nothing to do but sit here and drink our cares away, how boring," she said. She took another gulp of her drink.
"Yeah, boring." I was trying not to think or look at her. I didn't want that image of her to pop back into my mind.
Bam, all of a sudden the image of her writhing under me in a bunk burst into my head. I was slamming my cock in and out of her like a piston. We were both screaming our lust and passion into each other's mouths as we kissed. The next thing I knew I was laying on the floor looking up at Becky bent over me.
"What the hell happened to you? You're not that drunk, are you?" She was trying to pull me up into my chair.
"No, I don't think so," was all I could say as I sat back in my chair shaking my head to clear it of the image that had seemed so real.
"Then what the hell happened to you, Chief?" Becky's concern was apparent.
"I have no idea. I was sitting here and all of a sudden this image popped into my head. Then I was on the floor. What the fuck?"
"What image, Chief? What did you see?" Now she was frowning.
Should I tell her? What would she think of me? Damn, what the hell was going on? This had never happened to me before, not with any woman.
"Uh, I saw you and me in bed fucking the crap out of each other, that's what I saw. Why I saw it, I have no idea." I was looking her in the eye to gage her reaction to what I said. She didn't even flinch, just stared right back at me.
"Sorry, Chief." It was a whisper, barely audible. What the fuck did she mean 'sorry'? Sorry for what?
"What do you have to be sorry about? I was the one daydreaming about you." I didn't know what I was thinking right now.
"No Chief, it wasn't you. It was me. That's what I was thinking about. Damn."
"What?" It was all I could say.
"I should have told you when I reported for duty, but I was afraid you would down check me, and I wouldn't get to go on this mission." What the hell was she talking about?
"Chief, I'm a broadcaster, a hyperspace broadcaster."
"What?" It still made no sense.
"I’m a telepath but only while we are under hyper drive. I don't receive, only broadcast and not far, just a few hundred feet, and only to the person I'm thinking about. So, it's not a general broadcast. I should have told you. I'm sorry." She was holding her head in her hands. Her hands were just as beautiful as the rest of her.
"Becky, stop it. Think about the hydro circuit on a walker for a few minutes." The image in my head was gone. Now I could think. What to do about her? She was a good second. She knew what she was doing with a walker also, two pluses. But could we survive ten hours of her thoughts? I mean, could I survive? Should I have her sedated for the trip?
"Chief, maybe you should have me sedated until we drop out of hyper." Was she sure she couldn't read the thoughts of others?
"Let me think here a minute. We have a lot to do in the next nine hours, and I need your help. Without you we won't be ready to disembark." She nodded at each point. "Now, how do we keep you from daydreaming while you work alongside me?"
"Or, how do you cope with the images in my mind about you? What about other troopers? If my mind wanders and I start to think of them, and they are within a hundred feet, they might think they are going crazy." She looked frightened.
"We'll just have to keep you so busy you won't have time to daydream," was all I could come up with.
"But, most of the stuff we have to do I could do in my sleep, don't even have to think about it, I've done it so many times already. So, to pass the time, I have this habit of daydreaming."
An image popped into my head, Becky and I were running naked down a beach somewhere. I was dizzy and could feel myself start to reel. Shaking my head, I held up my hand to get Becky to stop.
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, Chief. I just can't help my self. I'm also a sex-a-holic; I can't stop thinking about it unless I really concentrate. That's why I volunteered to join a mixed squad." She was on the verge of crying. This was just what I needed in my squad, a god damn nymphomaniac lusting after all the men on board. Shit. What the fuck to do?
"Chief, I'm sorry," she said again as she leaned over, wrapped her arms around me and gave me the hottest kiss I have ever received. She was trying to get her tongue down my throat while her hand tried to push my shorts down around my knees.
"Second!" I shouted, pushing her away from me. "Stand at attention."
"Chief," she snapped to at my order. Tears started to well up in her eyes.
"Second! What seems to be your problem? Focus. Focus on the mission. Is that clear?" I was not quite shouting at the top of my lungs, but pretty damn close.
"Chief yes Chief. I'll try Chief." She was now red with embarrassment, but still turned on as her nipples were poking out under her tee shirt. Just then the all clear sounded. This meant that the squad would be reporting to the walker bays for final check and prep.
"Now Becky we have work to do. Keep your mind on the job and only the job. If I even think you’re starting to daydream, I'll have the ships doctor sedate you for the duration. Clear?" I had to be stern, no time for fooling around right now, maybe later, but not now. What was I thinking again? Geez, this broad is really getting to me.
"Now report to the walker bay to begin final check and prep, is that clear?"
"Yes, Chief, on both counts." She turned and walked away. It was hard not to look at her perfect ass as it swayed away from me. Shit, my dick was getting hard. Knock it off Chief, I had to admonish myself as I followed Becky to the bay for another twelve hours of work.
* * * Becky Latham
Damn, it was difficult while in hyper to concentrate on the job at hand. But I had to, just so I would be able to stay with my team and the squad. The Chief had finally found out about my secret. He was such a...think about the job Becky.
The Chief found out the hard way. Fell off his chair in the lounge. It probably is a little disorientating to see images in your head that aren't yours. He was really pissed at me for not telling him upfront, and had ordered me to think of nothing but work or he would have me sedated. The fact that he needed me to help with the prep for arrival at three-four-alpha-nine was probably the only reason he didn’t have me sedated.
Damn, keep your mind on the work, Latham. It was hard to do with that hunk of a man standing so close to me.
"Ouch!" I yelled, grabbing the back of my head.
"Mind on the business at hand Second!"
"Aye, Chief." My mind must have wandered there for a second.
Ok, mind on work...mind on work...mind on work.
Chapter 6
3.2.0093/5
* * * Max Jones
The landing on three-four-alpha-nine went off with out a hitch. The local colonial marines had already secured the area we landed in. They had managed to keep the M'roby out of a thousand mile perimeter centered on the spaceport. As I broke my squad off of the formation, and headed toward our barrack assignment, Becky came up alongside me.
"Chief, I want to apologize for what I put you through in hyper. I don't know why I was fixated on you like that," she said sheepishly.
"No problem, Second." I thought formality would be the best way to handle this from now on.
"Right Chief," she snapped off, although I detected a little hurt in her voice. She moved off to pick up her fire team.
"Alright, listen up. Squad formation at sixteen hundred, mission parameter assimilation at sixteen thirty, now hustle on over to chow. Dismissed," I snapped to the squad after they had stowed their gear and walkers. We were moving out the next morning for a routine patrol, whatever that was. Never been on one in the last, what was it now? Twenty-five years of service.
Becky fell in beside me as I made my way over to chow. She didn't say a word, just walked with me like everything was normal. I had to say this for her, she was a good second, knew her job and did it well, knew several other jobs as well. I was glad to have her, but we would have to work something out before our next hyper jump. I don't think I could take another one with her awake. It was all I could do to keep from dragging her off to some secluded spot, and fucking the crap out her.
Keep your mind on the job Chief, I told my self silently, on the job.
* * * Becky Latham
The landing on three-four-alpha-nine went without a hitch. We had our gear and walkers stowed in time for lunch, local time. Walking to chow with the Chief, I let my mind wander where it wanted since no one but I would know what I was thinking. It was such a relief not to have to keep focused.
As I walked with the Chief my mind was full of images of him naked on top of me in his bunk. The thoughts were so delicious and stimulating, I wanted to jump him right here. I knew I would have to wait for the right time though, a time when he would be unlikely to tell me no.
When we arrived at the chow hall, we sat with the rest of the squad and watched the Marines around us. They eat with the zealous attitude of a pack of carnivorous voles. The Marines here were on leave from the front line. Big hulking piles of meat that relished life every minute of the day they were alive. It was fun watching them haze the newbie’s and the old-timers alike.
After eating, the Chief and I walked with the squad back to the squad bay for mission parameters assimilation. Once the Chief was done going over the patrol parameters he went to his quarters and closed the door. I stuck around the lounge and watched a little tri-d with the rest of the squad.
When lights out sounded, I was surprised. I jumped up and went to bed.
Chapter 7
3.3.0093/6
* * * Max Jones
We were patrolling an area twenty miles square just behind the colonial marine's lines, looking for M'roby infiltrators. We had been out here for eight hours with no sign of a M'roby anywhere. Two more hours and we could head for the barracks and some hot chow. Field rations are ok, but nothing beats hot food in a tired body. The fact that we could all catch a hot shower was just icing on the cake.
"Contact bearing oh-oh-niner degrees," bellowed the team three sensor scout.
"Team Three, Team Two, converge on contact bearing oh-oh-niner degrees from Three-Threes position. Team One, hold your pattern. Second Latham, keep me updated," I shouted as I continued on my search pattern.
"Aye, Chief," Becky replied.
"Contact bearing two-seven-oh degrees," Sensor scout Barr shouted. That was behind us at the current time.
"Team One converge on contact at two-seven-oh degrees." I wheeled around and headed for the contact. Flipping down my distance viewer, I cranked up the magnification. There were four M'roby running like crazy toward us, two miles in front of us.
"Team One slow to one half speed. Contacts are headed right at us."
"Chief, our contact is a marine transport headed for the port."
"Aye, Second. Get your team turned around and headed our way, we have four M'roby comin' at us."
"Aye, Chief. Team Three turn bearing two-seven-oh degree true, converge on Team One's position three quarters speed."
They would be here in a hurry; just about the time we made contact with the M'roby. The M'roby looked like they were in a hurry to die. They were coming at us at full speed. Maybe they thought they could just blow right through us. Probably thought we were colonial marines.
"Team One stop and cover, wait for my signal to open fire. They are coming at us fast so let your automatic gun sights take control." I stopped and stepped behind a waist high boulder, flipping my guns to auto-sight. All six started tracking, following my eye movements.
"Chief, we're two klicks away." Becky, letting me know, where they were.
"Roger. Team One open fire." The noise was deafening until the noise dampers kicked in. Plasma bolt, particle beams and collapsed aluminum, shot out towards the M'roby. All four were vaporized in an instant.
"Weapons on safe, all troops weapons on safe." Didn't want any accidents, although they're not supposed to be able to fire on friendlies, better cautious than dead.
Becky's team showed up just as the smoke was clearing. Charred M'roby remains were scattered all over the plain.
"Team Two, begin sweeps on two-five-oh through two-nine-oh half speed. Execute."
"Westerboc take over the team for me. Sweep one-eight-oh through two-four-nine, half speed."
"Aye, Chief. Team One, you heard the man, move it out." And my team was gone, leaving me and Team Three to sort through this mess.
"So, this is what happens to them when you hit 'em with everything you got?" Becky was joking I knew, but her squad mates didn't. They looked a little uncomfortable. Being green themselves, they may have thought Becky was a newbie too. All except for Ernie who was grinning like a Cheshire cat as he scanned the area.
"You see any weapons?" I was looking around and couldn't find a single weapon among the mess on the ground.
"No, I don't. You don't suppose these were civilians?"
Good question. Were there such things as M'roby civilians? Don't know, I'm just a lowly Chief, they don't tell me much.
"Don't know. Maybe they thought we were marines." I kept scanning for any signs of weapons or ammunition.
"Okay, Latham, get your team on a sweep, oh-nine-oh through one-eight-oh half speed. Execute."
"Aye, Chief. "You heard the man, move it," she bawled to her troopers. "Barr, I want full power sweeps, understand?"
"Aye, Sec."
I stood and surveyed the ground where we had just blown four M'roby to vapor. Well not quite vapor, but close to it. There was a green haze covering everything in a hundred-meter circle, and little bits and pieces of exoskeleton scattered about. Well if they all went down this easy why the fuck did the marines need help?
* * * Becky Latham
Our patrol didn't last too much longer after running into those M'roby. The Chief and I spent about an hour together after the patrol writing up the After Action Report to be forwarded to the Company Commander.
Being this close to him was causing me some problems, but I hoped I could manage. He was so, so, so hunky. All I know is that I wanted him, wanted him bad. I don't know why, he just caused my insides to churn with desire. I was determined to get him into my bed and into me as soon as I possibly could.
After lights out, I lay in bed thinking about him, and came to the decision I would bed him the next night, come hell or high water.
I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of him and me together.
Chapter 8
3.4.0093/3
* * * Max Jones
Today we had a rest day, nothing to do but equipment checks but that wouldn't take all day. We were in the walker bay cleaning, polishing and fixing our walkers when the alert sounded.
"All hands break through section four-four-oh, nine hundred klicks. All hands, man your battle stations. All hands, man your battle stations. This is not a drill."
"Alright, you heard the man, suit up we have some M'roby to fight,” I yelled across the bay. It would take us twenty minutes to suit up, but that was our battle station.
"Chief, Team Three, up and ready," Becky called out eighteen minutes later. My team was all suited up just waiting for me to call out the ready.
"Team One, up and ready," I barked. We had actually beaten them by one minute, but I felt it wasn't good leadership if my team was always first.
"Chief, Team Two, up and ready," Akers called out.
"Zulu One, Echo One, up and ready," I yelled on the all-com to my company commander.
"Roger, Echo One. Standby for orders," was the response I received.
"Roger, standing by." I switched back to squad-com. "Standby."
We waited. You could wait a long time in a walker with armor on, or just armor for that matter. We waited and waited. Becky would be listening on all-com for orders from higher up, meanwhile I listened on squad-com for chatter. There was none. Each trooper was busy going over data on the terrain between here and the breakthrough. I had a good squad; even the green troops knew their job.
"Chief!" Becky shouted as she switched in all-com.
"All hands stand down. Break through has been turned back. Repeat. All hands stand down." The com went silent.
"Becky, squad-com," heard the click. "Echo Squad, stand down. Power down and rack your walkers." The team leads repeated the orders, and the whole squad backed into their racks and powered down.
After we racked our walkers, I gave the squad the rest of the day off, subject to alerts. After everyone had headed back to the squad bay, I headed out myself. As I approached my room I noticed the door was open. I know I hadn't left it open; it must be one of the squad members wanting to talk about something.
I pushed the door open and was surprised to see Becky lying on my bunk, boots off and jump suit undone. I could see the soft curve of her breast as she lounged on her side facing the door. I was stunned, to say the least. I hurriedly closed the door.
"Second." I hoarsely whisper. She just lay there smiling at me.
"Becky, what the hell do you think you doing?" I whispered.
"You are going to fuck me whether you like it or not. I can't stand it anymore. I need to feel your cock in my body before I go crazy," she said as she shrugged out of the top of her jump suit, bringing her breast into full view. They were large and succulent, topped with rosy pink nipples standing at attention.
"You’re crazy! I can't do this, and neither can you. Now, get dressed and get out." She was up off my bunk and her jump suit dropped to her ankles. Damn, she was beautiful. I could smell her musk across the room.
"You," she started toward me, kicking off her jump suit, "are going to fuck me, do you understand? No ifs, ands, or buts, is that clear, Chief?" She was right up against me, softly rubbing her nipples against my jump suit. I watched as they got harder and harder. She reached up, grabbed me by the neck, and pulled my lips to hers. I don't know what came over me, but I kissed her back, shoving my tongue into her mouth to duel with hers.
She moaned into my mouth as my hand found her breast. I felt her hands pulling the zipper down on my jump suit. I was naked in an instant, our bodies pressed together in naked passion.
She was holding my cock in her long slender fingers as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I had both hands on her beautiful ass, spreading her cheeks apart and up.
She moaned again as she rubbed my cock against her soft velvety pussy. She dragged me to the bunk, flopped down with her legs spread as wide as she could and pulled me down on top of her. Reaching between us, she guided my cock into her body. It was soft, and wet, and tight, and it felt heavenly as my cock slid deep into her. Becky wrapped her legs around my back, and started slamming her body against mine, taking my cock deeper into her body.
She pulled my mouth to hers in an open-mouthed kiss as she moaned into my throat as I plunged my cock into her pussy. She was on fire, burning my skin where it touched hers.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard. Oh, god that feels so good, god, your cock is huge. That's it, keep going, you son of bitch. Keep fucking me." She was staring me in the eye. Her eyes were filled with fire, like two laser beams drilling into mine.
"Oh, fuck, that's it. Oh, god I'm cuming. Don't stop, don’t you dare stop dogface." The look on her face was one of pure pleasure, eyes wide open and flaming, mouth open with no sound coming out, body rigid. She was squeezing me with her legs as I buried my cock deep into her body.
Then all of a sudden she was completely relaxed. I started moving my cock in and out of her tight little pussy again. Her eyes flew open as I pounded into her body. I could feel my balls tighten as I started to cum. It shot out of me like a plasma bolt hitting the inside of Becky's pussy.
A sound that I had not made in a long time was all that came out of my throat as I blasted bolt after bolt of hot, sticky fluid into the warm, wet sheath surrounding my pulsing cock. Collapsing on top of Becky, I could hardly breathe as my orgasm rippled through my trembling body.
"Chief?" Becky started.
"Shut up, bitch. Don't talk. I don't want to hear another word out of you. Got it?" I whispered hoarsely in her ear. She nodded her head as she wrapped her arms around my body. My cock started to harden as she massaged it with her pussy. I began to fuck her again in the sticky mess that was her cunt.
It wasn't long before I was slamming into her body as fast and hard as I could. The sounds of our combined juices as they were forced out past my cock was erotic, and it wasn't long before I was shooting more of my hot, sticky juice into her already full pussy as she bit my shoulder, muffling her screams of delight.
"You fucking cunt, do you know what you’ve done? You have made yourself my fuck slut. You know that don't, you?" She was smiling up at me as I hovered above her on out stretched arms, nodding her head yes. She knew how to follow orders, that was for sure.
I pulled out of her and lay beside her in my bunk. She turned and rested her head on my chest as she began fondling my cock. She moaned deep down in her throat, and pressed her head into my chest in a hug.
"You can speak now, Becky," I said, as I ran my fingers through her hair.
"Chief?" It was kind of a question.
"You know my name, use it. You can call me Max when we're in private. Is that what you wanted to know?"
"Yes, Max, thank you. I really needed that. I have wanted you to do that since I reported for duty." She was rambling. "I can't thank you enough."
"Yes you can and you will in the future,” I said with a smile on my lips as I felt her fall asleep. I followed shortly thereafter, and was plagued by dreams of M'roby chasing me across an arid plain.
* * * Becky Latham
I woke a little while after I had drifted off to sleep in Max's arms. I don't know what had awakened me, but I couldn't get back to sleep. Max was mumbling as he slept. He was also twitching a bit. Maybe it was his restlessness that had awakened me. I lay there listening to him breath as he slept. God, he had been good for me. Now maybe I could calm down and not be in such turmoil, I was just glad that he hadn't noticed. But I had needed him so, since before we had met.
Turning my head I watched as his eyes flickered in REM. I should be asleep, but I was too hyped up. Besides, I liked watching him sleep. True, we had a patrol in the morning, and I would need my rest, but I was feeling those urges again as I watched him.
Turning away from him, I closed my eyes forcing sleep to come. That sweet blanket of darkness was soon rolling over me.
Chapter 9
3.5.0093/8
* * * Max Jones
"Echo One, bearing four-five true, contacts one-five-oh klicks," Becky called out on the all-com.
"Hold positions, let 'em come to us." We had known they were coming. The break out had happened while we were on patrol in the break out sector of the marines lines. We were currently two hundred klicks behind the marines, waiting in a good defensible position. The word was that there was fifty M'roby on the way; we were a squad of twelve.
"Contacts bearing four-five true, one-zero-zero klicks." She was good; we would get reports from her right up until they got here.
"Echo Squad, weapons up, auto-gun-sights on. Get your bearings sorted out. Becky, give me a range every ten klicks."
"Aye, Chief, eight-zero klicks."
"Seven-zero klicks."
"Seven-zero klicks. They seem to have stopped, Chief." They were only a hundred klicks from the breakout point. What where they doing?
"Roger, Sec. Keep an eye on them and give me command-com." I needed to report to HQ.
"C-com online," Becky called out.
"Echo One, contacts have stopped. Repeat, contacts have stopped. Should we go get 'em?"
"Wait one, Echo One." That means there are no officers in the com-center, crap.
"C-com, Echo One, go get 'em, but proceed with caution." Good.
"All-com, Becky," Click. "Echo squad, safe weapons. Prepare to move out, bearing four-five true, seventy klicks, one-quarter speed." Didn't want to just bust in there without knowing what was there.
Twelve ghosts moved over the arid plain toward fifty two-legged lobsters. What the hell were they doing out there in the middle of no where? Well, we would see in a couple of minutes.
"Formation Lima Bravo one-niner," I called for a line abreast formation nine hundred meters separation. The squad fanned out on either side of me as we approached the M'roby. At one klick we could see them. They were in a horseshoe formation with about three meters between them. There was a group in the 'u' doing something, what, I couldn't tell.
"Weapons armed. Auto-sights engaged." I was just making sure.
Puffs of dust started to rise out of the floor of the plain in front of us.
"Fire at will," I called out. Plasma bolts and particle beams shot out across the plain. Our first volley decimated the M'roby, as the bolts and beams slammed into their formation. The group in the center was still untouched. Raising my sights I fired a bolt at the group. Nothing happened. The bolt appeared to be absorbed by the group.
Bam! I found myself flying through the air backwards.
"Cover, cover, cover," I yelled as I hit the ground, sliding a good hundred feet to a stop against a small boulder. "Damn." I had to roll over to get up, I then moved behind the boulder.
"All report,” I called out, waiting for the lights on the inside of my helmet to turn green. Eleven lights blinked to green, the twelfth light remained red. Well, at least it wasn't blinking.
"Echo Five, are you alright?" Sometimes voice-com worked when the datalink didn't. No response.