Friday, January 2, 2015

Chapter 05 - Freelancer

Shutting down the scan I slowed the ship to a stop and waited for the Freelancer to swing around us all the while keeping our ship in its deadly sights.  “I can’t open the cargo door we have exposed wounded onboard.”  I said, straining against the harness, twisting to get a visual on the Freelancer.  “Red I’m still not getting an acceptable read on you” he paused for a breath and continued, “too new and shiny to be real. Open the hatch. Now.”  He hissed.  I knew what was coming next.  “That was your last warning .. in 3 seconds I’ll open it for you.”  “OK OK give me a minute to make sure the wounded guy is secure.”

On ship comms I told the Mercs the Freelancer was off our starboard rear quarter.  I got a quick assurance they were set and to open up when I was ready. I methodically powered systems down to Stand-By, lastly gravity and vented atmosphere from the hold.  I paused over the hatch release for a few milliseconds before activating.  I hoped enough time had passed for the Mercs to be in position.  As the hatch partway cleared the hull I felt the ship shake from a nearby explosion.  A nicely placed shoulder mounted missile took the top off of the rear turret on the Freelancer.  The boarding crew from the Freelancer had already started boiling out of the rear of the Freelancer on a direct vector to our now fully open hatch.  The Mercs were shouting in the comms as they chose targets.  Two of the three Freelancer crew were down floating in the void between the ships. 

“Sit-rep” I called over comms as I continued powering up ships systems.  “We have it under control” growled one of the Mercs.  “Just have one maggot left to deal with”.  “I have numbers on Freelancer .. she is rotating to bring her big guns to bear. Get back onboard closing hatch on confirm.  We don’t have time to deal with these fucktards”, I said, mumbling the last bit to myself.  “Secure” shouted the Merc over intership.  I slapped at the rear hatch controls then focused on arming weapons and boosting shields.  We came in system as showroom stock as possible.  However, there was a duffle strapped in the co-pilots seat containing a full set of overclocked modules to be inserted before our hopefully not too exciting exit from Terran space.   Familiarity with the modules gave me momentary shoulda-coulda flash thinking about the added speed and almost insane maneuvering capability the overclocked devices provide.  ‘Don’t over think it pilot just do the drill’, flashed through my mind quelling the negative energy.  Training took over.

The Freelancer rotated toward us as our engines began accelerating us toward system max speed.  I transferred remaining power to the rear shields from noncritical systems.  As I moved the sliders to stage additional power from the med bay I caught a faint sig on radar.  It was there for a second then gone.  Weapons fire from the Freelancer splatted against the maximized shields protecting the rear hatch of the Red.   The Freelancer was closing on us.  The Red shuddered as the ballistics bounced off the thick metal of the rear hatch.  I wanted to flip us around and jab one of the tiny missiles in the racks through her front window but I slid sideways avoiding most of the barrage of ordinance she was flinging at us.

Abruptly the Freelancer broke off in a defensive maneuver of its own.  I crabbed us sideways looking at the Freelancer and saw his port engine start to fragment from small explosions deep inside the machinery then erupt into a ball of fuel fired flame that trailed the Freelancer in its death spiral.

The F7C-S moved toward us on a steep intercept.  Comms announced, “.. all good there?”  “Standby” I replied “status in hold ..” “We are good here Cap’.” one of the Mercs responded.  “We have us a for real wounded guy now .. har har har” he finished. “Yeah all good .. I think”, I replied to Ryder.  “I’ll drop back some and be ready at the return coordinates, this is as far as I go.  Apparition out.”  “Afirm Red out” I checked our heading at a glance and was relieved it was still the same as it was a minute ago.

From the intership comm I heard a groan “.. arggg .. what the fuck”  “Calm down lad we patched the hole in your suit and shot you with some meds”.  “You scrum piles aren’t medics .. arrrggg”  “Nah .. but we’ve been shot up enough to know what to do”  “Hah look at this ..” says one of the Mercs. I heard the familiar tapping and responding squeaks from a mobiglass.  “Go figure .. our little bounty maggot has a price on his head”  he finished.  “No shit” I replied.  “ .. arrgggg .. my arm .. man .. arrggg” our prisoner / patient whimpered.  “Yes Ma’am, has a tidy little chit attached to his name.”  Then another voice added, “Hummm .. not sure laddie but looks like you might be getting one of these.”  The other Merc responded obviously laughing at the situation.  I couldn’t see but I could imagine the Merc shaking his cybernetic leg at the guy secured to the ships life support systems.

Time seemed to crawl as we maneuvered through the system following defined traffic lanes that defile space near Terra Spaceport.  We were superficially scanned by one of the drones dotted along our flight path.  After a brief exchange with intersystem control we were directed to Emergency pad 3.

“We are about 10 minutes out, handing over entry to Terra Approach Control” I comm.  “Acknowledged” I heard from the back.  This should be interesting I thought as I flipped the switch that handed over landing to Terran AC.  The drop through atmosphere put us on a vector directly to UEE Medical Center.

“Patient is secured and resting quietly. He won’t be a problem.”  “Roger that, weapons off, shields down, on beacon, looks like a straight line in.”  Before our ship touched down the blast doors painted with a large number 3 opened and a med crew poured out with a floating gurney.  As the Red settled on its skids I released the rear hatch for access. 


My thoughts went back to the image of Mitch’s Aurora disintegrating before my eyes.  With a sigh I grabbed the duffle and made my way into the med bay of the ship.
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