Insurrection (Athena Lee Chronicles Book 5) by T S Paul Page A
Authors: T S Paul
Tags: Science-Fiction, Space Opera, Military, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Teen & Young Adult, Marines, Lesbian, special forces, space, engineer, Space Station
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information about a target we were always told that it was unavailable or hard to obtain.”
“I’m sorry Yannos. Most likely your briefer was unaware of the system or just too lazy to go and look it up.”
“Attention back there we are five minutes out, five minutes people!”
In a loud voice Yannos got his group’s attention. “OK everyone. Suit up! Let’s get ready.”
___
Lieutenant Mutai had a new hope about his predicament. He and his squad of Marines, were still trapped on the bridge. None of the controls were functional except for life support and they did not dare tamper with that! Private Ascot had seen movement outside the ship. Kinno had ordered the men to scrape off some of the smoke and fire residue that coated the bridge windows. A squadron of Fuglies and one strangely, evil looking ship was now escorting the destroyer. Unable to see very clearly, the Marines concluded that they must be a pirate group come to finish them off.
If there were more pirates his men would fight them to their last breaths. Better to go down fighting than work yourself to death in the radiation mines.
___
Seth and the five idiot cowboys were still alive. When the fire alert had started the tube they were in lit up like a casino sign. Bright, flashing lights everywhere. Recognizing them Seth forced the first hatch they came to open and pulled the cowboys in after him.
“Seal that hatch you flaming idiot. This is not the time to go lallygagging around getting your breeches all knotted up, shit fire.” Seth stopped talking and covered his mouth with his hands. What is association with these hicks doing to him?
Looking around he realized that they were in one of the quartermaster storerooms. Prying open a crate he hoped that maybe they stored alcohol here and he could get rip-roaring drunk. Fate is cruel. Paper products and and cleaning supplies. Seth checked the air tight door to the corridor. It was warm to the touch and sealed up tighter than a minister’s daughter on Sunday.
He had to get away from these five cowboys. He just had to.
Turning around he saw that they had placed boxes in a circle and were telling stories to each other. They were passing around a bag of chewing tobacco. Sighing, Seth sat down next to Flint as he told his story. When the bag came around he just stared at it for a while. Finally he took a chunk and started chewing.
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Surprisingly, no one contested our landing inside the hangar bay of the Paney. We knew that it was not a dead ship because Commander Conrad swore, that someone was on the bridge. We parked our assault shuttle for best possible exit with the bow facing outward. Depending on what we found inside, we might have to leave in a hurry. The two shuttle pilots were not part of out group and stayed behind. They had been assigned personal weapons and space suits, but we told them to stay safe inside their ships. If we did not return within one hour from the destroyer’s impact on the moon. They were not to come look for us. They had orders to save the ships and their lives first.
We decided to leave the hangar bay doors open. They were shuttles not tanks. If we had to leave in a hurry, we might not have time to open the doors. Crashing through the doors would destroy the shuttles and us.
The airlock controls were covered in what looked like dried blood. There was a story here. I said a prayer to Jenny and punched in the override numbers. The airlock door hissed open. Sergeant Yannos and his team entered first with me last. I punched in numbers again and the door closed. There was a hissing and blowing noise as the air inside the airlock equalized. I was about to open the door when Yannos grabbed my hand.
“Hold on Lieutenant. Let me check the door first. The interrogations that intelligence did said something about white smoke or gas killing some of the pirates.” He pulled out a sensor
“I’m sorry Yannos. Most likely your briefer was unaware of the system or just too lazy to go and look it up.”
“Attention back there we are five minutes out, five minutes people!”
In a loud voice Yannos got his group’s attention. “OK everyone. Suit up! Let’s get ready.”
___
Lieutenant Mutai had a new hope about his predicament. He and his squad of Marines, were still trapped on the bridge. None of the controls were functional except for life support and they did not dare tamper with that! Private Ascot had seen movement outside the ship. Kinno had ordered the men to scrape off some of the smoke and fire residue that coated the bridge windows. A squadron of Fuglies and one strangely, evil looking ship was now escorting the destroyer. Unable to see very clearly, the Marines concluded that they must be a pirate group come to finish them off.
If there were more pirates his men would fight them to their last breaths. Better to go down fighting than work yourself to death in the radiation mines.
___
Seth and the five idiot cowboys were still alive. When the fire alert had started the tube they were in lit up like a casino sign. Bright, flashing lights everywhere. Recognizing them Seth forced the first hatch they came to open and pulled the cowboys in after him.
“Seal that hatch you flaming idiot. This is not the time to go lallygagging around getting your breeches all knotted up, shit fire.” Seth stopped talking and covered his mouth with his hands. What is association with these hicks doing to him?
Looking around he realized that they were in one of the quartermaster storerooms. Prying open a crate he hoped that maybe they stored alcohol here and he could get rip-roaring drunk. Fate is cruel. Paper products and and cleaning supplies. Seth checked the air tight door to the corridor. It was warm to the touch and sealed up tighter than a minister’s daughter on Sunday.
He had to get away from these five cowboys. He just had to.
Turning around he saw that they had placed boxes in a circle and were telling stories to each other. They were passing around a bag of chewing tobacco. Sighing, Seth sat down next to Flint as he told his story. When the bag came around he just stared at it for a while. Finally he took a chunk and started chewing.
___
Surprisingly, no one contested our landing inside the hangar bay of the Paney. We knew that it was not a dead ship because Commander Conrad swore, that someone was on the bridge. We parked our assault shuttle for best possible exit with the bow facing outward. Depending on what we found inside, we might have to leave in a hurry. The two shuttle pilots were not part of out group and stayed behind. They had been assigned personal weapons and space suits, but we told them to stay safe inside their ships. If we did not return within one hour from the destroyer’s impact on the moon. They were not to come look for us. They had orders to save the ships and their lives first.
We decided to leave the hangar bay doors open. They were shuttles not tanks. If we had to leave in a hurry, we might not have time to open the doors. Crashing through the doors would destroy the shuttles and us.
The airlock controls were covered in what looked like dried blood. There was a story here. I said a prayer to Jenny and punched in the override numbers. The airlock door hissed open. Sergeant Yannos and his team entered first with me last. I punched in numbers again and the door closed. There was a hissing and blowing noise as the air inside the airlock equalized. I was about to open the door when Yannos grabbed my hand.
“Hold on Lieutenant. Let me check the door first. The interrogations that intelligence did said something about white smoke or gas killing some of the pirates.” He pulled out a sensor
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