‘Well I’ll be damned, Wally good to see you. I take it by the uniform you are now a free man?’ Cmdr Skifton greeted me as I entered what could loosely pass as an office.
‘Free as a Leestian humming bird, how are things, heard you have moved up in the world?’
‘Well trying to, but that’s a matter for another day. Look, I would love to tell you all about it, but I’m waiting on an important meeting, head to the Star and Garter, whatever you want on my tab, I will join you once I am done, I will tell you all about it. If things go well there could be a job in it for you.’
‘No problem, take your time, I’m sure me and the bar will become well acquainted,’ I replied, shaking the hand of one of the few men who saw past my shackles and treated me as a person not a slave.
After three hours Cmdr Skifton walked into the bar, looking slightly pissed off.
‘Take it your meeting didn’t go as planned?’ I asked as he joined me at my table.
‘Planned? It never even happened. Was meant to be meeting someone who could finally get us full control of this system, but he never showed.’
‘Seems you’re doing a good enough job already mate, FRC are booming since you and your team took over, and as I understand... Read More
I just cant get my head around it. At first I thought the change in mood was down to Furieux’s departure. But after the fallout had died down, I noticed a certain shift in attitude remained with a handful of the Dragons. Was it me? Were they resentful that others had looked to me to take the mantle of unofficial leader of the group? After all I had always been one of the guys, the one they felt they could come to when Furieux was either too drunk or to occupied with his latest conquest, but that seemed to have changed. I sat alone trying to ponder it out. Years as a slave, then at the card tables I had always been able to get a read on people, and I knew something wasn’t right. But these men and women I trusted with my life, hell I owed most of them my life and vice versa. We were more than a team, and while it looked like just a group of mercenaries who only cared for themselves from people looking in, they never saw that bond that was more akin to family than team mates. I couldn’t bring myself to believe that any of the guys would work against us.
But something really wasn’t sitting right, and trusting my gut I had learned was the best way to stay ahead of my enemies, and my gut... Read More
‘OK Kid, remember boost flip shoot – lets try this again, and this time hit the canister with the pulses not the bloody ship’
Out in a secluded part of the Caerus system I was teaching the kid basic combat. He wasn’t doing too bad, definitely not as bad as I told him. But in my experience the hard way is the only way. A lesson taught to me by the Professor which served me well through the years. I got to thinking of the old man, I hadn’t seen him for months, not since he tampered with my ships. He had tried to reopen communication with me, and I owe it to him to accept the olive branch, but i’m happy to leave him stewing for a while.
“5 contacts detected” the ships AI seemed to scream as the proximity lights and sirens flashed
“Get a message open frequency, dragon in distress and give me power to shields and engines”
“Are you not making a fight of it Wally?” asked the kid
“Not in a bloody sidewinder we are not, computer, any I.D. on those ships?”
“Affirmative, these ships are alliance based”
“What faction?” I asked frantically trying to plot a route out.
“Gold Vision Company – they are hailing”
“Stand down alert, open comms... Read More
Did I make a mistake? In my line of work families are not an attachment I can afford but the kid is the only tie to my real family. Its great that the other Dragons know who I am. I knew I could count on them for their support. Unfazed said it best when he told me that he didn’t give a toss who Stevenson was, he had Flown with me too long to let any past change his views on me.
As for being a parent, I havn’t told him yet I am actually related, he just thinks i’m some guy who saved his life. Is this rebellion normal? As a slave I never had the experience of being a free teenager. I have left him with the household staff while I head out into the void, hopefully by the time I return he will have come to terms with his parents death and we can see where we go from there.
Going to stop for the night get some shut eye before I check out the strange noises coming from the hold, far too drunk now to be floating around.
Well the noises have been explained, the little shit stowed away. How did I let him talk me into taking him. I hope I don’t regret this, but if we can survive this without me jettisoning him out of the airlock we can get through anything.
Almost a week ou... Read More