049-1120
Alice Springs,
Terra/Sol 0830 Local
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Today
though, was the first operational movement of the Kangaroo. Orders were
in hand, after the week where the yard had fixed a few minor things in various
systems, including an error in the targeting computer for number two laser. The
ship was now formally assigned to Patrol Force, Sol Fleet, and the Rimward
Flotilla. Six other Patrol Cruisers were assigned to this unit, and it mostly
operated out of the Navy base at Fenris. The orders were a common mission, a
patrol loop. The Boxing Kangaroo was instructed to patrol Peraspera,
Loki, Dismal, and Hades for two weeks each, and then report to Flotilla HQ at
Fenris. Simple stuff, for the most part, but these are backwater systems in the
Outback lacking the population for effective system fleet.
Brickley
stepped out of his miniscule ready room into the empty bridge, and through the
iris valve into the small common area. Hassan, Brand, Chishan, and Valdez were
discussing plans as he strode up next to them.
“Thank
you for coming in here, Captain,” Hassan said as Brickley joined the group.
“We’ve been going over the information here. All weapons and provsions are
loaded, and once the G-carrier is secured in place, we’ll be ready to lift.”
“Sounds
good. What’s the load out? Starting with you, Guns.” Brickley replied
“Sir,
Weapons department has a full load out in the magazine, with 12 thunderballs,”
Chishan replied with the slang term for nuclear tipped missiles. Continuing,
“Both laser turrets checked out as satisfactory to the yard last week, and
there are sufficient stores aboard for foreseeable future.”
“Very
well,” Brickley responded, “Eng?” shifting his focus to Brand.
“Full
fuel load, all engine room repair parts, and food stores onloaded, sir.”
“Of
course. Marines?” Brickley turned to Valdez.
“We
just need to secure the G-Carrier. All our Dress is in the Boat, and the boat
checks out. Sir, in all respects save the G-Carrier, the Imperial Marine
Detachment of the Patrol Cruiser Boxing Kangaroo is ready for
deployment.” Valdez returned formally.
“Of
course, report accepted,” Brickley acknowledged. Shifting to the entire group,
“We’ve got the 1000 boost. Get the G-carrier loaded, and start the reactor by
0930. Understand?”
“Aye-aye,
Captain!” came the response.
By
0930, the G-Carrier was loaded, and the reactor started up. At 0945, external
power removed, and the entire crew prepared for lift. 15 minutes later, the
ship had taxied to a pad, and was ready to go.
“Pilot,
set course for orbit.” Brickley commanded.
“Aye
sir, course set for orbit. Lifting now!” Zabiyah responded, expertly piloting
the ship into Terra orbit.
“Sir,
traffic is clear, and permission to set course to Peraspera?” Hassan informed
him.
“Very
well. Set course for Peraspera.” Brickley responded.
“Set
course for Peraspera, aye.” Hassan replied, as he busied himself in the star
charts and navigation computer during the flight to the jump point. “Jump
course ready, sir.”
“Jump
course ready, aye. Engineering, divert power.”
“Diverting
power, aye,” came Brand’s steady voice. A few seconds later, she came back,
“Power diverted, sir.”
“Power
diverted, aye,” Brickley took her report, switching to the main address system,
“All hand, stand by for jump!” A brief pause, and “Jump!” as the Boxing
Kangaroo flashed out of existence in the Terra system.
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Entering the Peraspera/Sol System
“Damn!”
Chishan swore on the bridge. Turning, and picking up the hand mike, he said, “Captain
to the bridge!”
Stepping
out of the office, Brickley said, “How far out are we?”
“Looks
like about 2-3,000,000 klicks out, sir. It happens.”
“Understood.
Contact the High Port, and take station at the 100-diameter limit.”
“Contact
the High Port and take station at the 100-diameter limit, aye.” Chishan replied
to the order. A few hours later, they slid into the high orbit, but were in
communication with the High Port. Brickley arraigned for two days of liberty at
the end of the week, along with a refueling.
063-1120
Peraspera/Sol
An
uneventful week had passed, with no interesting ships coming close. The usual
freighters and the like, along with some free traders tramping through the 10
J-1 accessible systems here. There were the usual courier boats as well, and
liners carrying mail. Nobody had gotten anything interesting. After docking to
the station, Duty Section I received liberty. Sgt. Valdez and BM3 Zabiyah ended
up in the same semi generic starport bar after perusing the observation ports, looking
for various new reads, and just watching people go by. Nursing a beer each and splitting
a bar snack, they notice a tall, blonde woman in the Imperial Marines undress
enter the bar.
The Blonde walking into the bar. |
“Of
all the bars on, all the worlds of the Rim, she’s gotta walk into the one I’m
in!” Zabiyah calls out, almost spilling his remaining beer.
“What
are you talking about Boats? Who’s the blonde? I thought you vacc-suckers didn’t
get involved with the Force...”
“Ok,
Sergeant, back home on Imarir, before I enlisted, I was really involved with a
girl. We were really serious, but I ended up knowing about some guys who broke
onto the base and tried to take the really good stuff and sell it to SolSec.
They got me in to protect me, but it was so quick I couldn’t tell her. A mutual
friend told me she thought I got cold feet, and enlisted in the Marines to
thump me if we ever met. That’s her, Shiimi. Shiimi Kushaami”
“Say
no more, Boats, say no more. I’ll try some of the old charm here,” Valdez says.
Valdez
chats with Kushaami, and draws her into a conversation, inviting her to join
him, and, admittedly hiding it well, terrified Zabiyah.
Sitting down next to the two men at the bar, she
looks over at Zabiyah and says, “Rog? Out here? I never expected it!”
Braced to take a punch, Zabiyah reacts, “Me
neither. I’ve been doing pretty well for myself. Not too much that’s interesting,
but I almost started a war a couple years ago.”
“And I would’ve finished it!” Shiimi replies. “I was with the 102nd Marine Armored Cav until six months ago, but I got picked up for guard duty here. Boring back of beyond, with nothing but customs work.”
“And I would’ve finished it!” Shiimi replies. “I was with the 102nd Marine Armored Cav until six months ago, but I got picked up for guard duty here. Boring back of beyond, with nothing but customs work.”
“Okay….” Zabiyah reacts with relief.
“Rog, babe,” she reacts, features going into
laughter, “I was upset with you when you left, but I understood why you had to
go. That’s why I joined the Force. To have something to throw myself into.”
“Wow. Just wow. This would have been the worst
barfight imaginable. You two ready to kiss and make up?” Valdez interjects.
“Don’t think so here, but if you need to call on an
extra Marine,” Shiimi replies.
“I’ll let our skipper know.” Zabiyah replies. The
evening turns into a round of service member talking about things. The rest of
the section ends up coming in, as well as some of her Marines.
Later, as they all start heading back, Valdez
nudges, Zabiyah and asks, “So what did she look like?”
“Thought you were all opposed to getting it on
inside the force?” Zabiyah responds.
“More curious at this point. The things that drive
a man, you know.”
The younger Shiimi Kushami |
“Fine,” Zabiyah responds as he pulls out his hand
computer, and scrolls through his pictures. Finding an older one, it’s
recognizably her, but lacking the severity of her current demeanor. “Here she
was. Five years ago.”
“You were up for something then. Maybe next time,
we don’t run into your ex.” Valdez jokes as they head aboard.
Recent News
Vantage/Solomani Rim 010-1120
Jan Malikov, prominent Nationalist delegate to the
Secretariat, has resurfaced in dramatic fashion. Appearing before the Council
of the Bootean League, he announced his intention to stand for election to the
office of Secretary-General of the Solomani Confederation at this year's
General Congress of the Solomani Party.
"The Confederation is facing a crisis of
confidence," stated Malikov. "With all due respect to the current
administration, we badly need leadership of a kind that has not been in
evidence for many years. The Solomani people deserve no less."
After the meeting of the League Council, Malikov
took questions from members of the press. He continued his civil but vigorous
attack against the Solomani government's current policies. He made no comment
when asked about his location or activities since disappearing from
Home/Aldebaran on 311-1119.
Gashidda/Solomani Rim 346-1119
Planetary security forces have made an extensive
arrest sweep during a crackdown on anti-Imperial protests in the Capital
District. The protests began peacefully several days ago, but have since
degenerated into mob violence. Armed dissidents have engaged in several pitched
battles with security forces, causing dozens of casualties and millions of
credits in economic damage.
In related news, security has been tightened on the
entourage of former Solomani Confederation naval officer Alexander Spyridion,
who has been pursuing local speaking engagements for some time. Spyridion's
representatives confirm that they have received death threats from radical
Solomani groups on Gashidda.
Hayt/Solomani Rim 295-1119
Planet-wide rioting continues against the
government of General Shamash Kanten. Although military and Guardian forces have
been successful in putting down riots in many areas, civil order remains
elusive. The General and his civilian staff promised to take ruthless action to
restore order, "putting down these criminals before they attack vital
environmental and industrial facilities."
Covenant/Aldebaran 267-1119
Paul Knox, a prominent member of the planetary
Parliament, has been found dead in his own home. Police officials reported that
the death was "suspicious," but refused to release details.
Knox was a leading member of the local Humanist
faction of the Solomani Party. News of his death has provoked speculation
regarding his possible role in Solomani Security. Knox has long been suspected
of acting as a covert monitor for SolSec, and possibly of using this position
to discredit political rivals.
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