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Wednesday, October 2, 2013

#ShortStory: The Chronicles of Free & Stryker {The Suit Episode 5}

In the year 2304, sentient androids enslaved mankind, as well as many other humanoids throughout the galaxy. Over the centuries, pockets of resistance rose to oppose them. These are the chronicles of one such team, who even in the face of impossible odds, fight to free the galaxy.

  
The Transference ship was ten light years outside of Tek Nos. The T-ship would make another jump soon, so it was now or never. Stryker flew the ship into the direct path of the T-ship. It was bigger than any he had ever seen. It looked like a huge dragonfly in space. “Hey, Free, I am about to hail the ship.”

“Go for it.”

“Ship of Transference, the organic brain controlling our slipstream drive burned out just a moment ago. We request to be towed.” Stryker waited for an answer.

“Position yourself at the following coordinates.”

“Acknowledged,” Stryker said. He pressed the intercom. “You guys got that?”

“Yes,” Free said. “As soon as you are in position get down to the docking bay.”

“Okay.”

In the docking bay, Stryker quickly put on his personal shuttle pack and followed the team outside. Fortunately, the shuttle packs were capable of keeping up with a small shuttle in short burst. Once they landed on the T-ship, they grabbed a ladder, climbed fifty rungs, and opened a hatch.

 So far, all of the information was good.

Free took point. Stryker followed them into the hatch, on the other side; he found his team surrounded by two-dozen android guards.

Stryker’s face drained when Jacks pulled out a blaster and placed it to Free’s head and pull the trigger. Free fell forward and lay motionless. Jacks shot him in the back three more times and held his hands up. “I am on your side. I am Jacks of the Nu Droids. I seek asylum.”

Vira raised her hands. “How could you?”

Free’s hands turned from a deep bronze to a gold metallic color, the wounds on his back and head disappeared. Stryker tapped his thumb and pinky finger. Hidden compartments in his forearm opened up and his blasters shot forward. He grasped the blasters and fired into the crowd of Droids; Vira grabbed the nearest guard, just as Free spun up and removed a guards head with his Vibraxian blades. In less than five seconds, the only bodies standing were squad seven and squad thirteen. Free withdrew his two middle blades and thrust his fist toward Jacks’ neck. His thrust pinned Jacks against the wall; trapping his neck between the two outer blades. “You have one second to explain.”

“I was going to gain their confidence and complete the mission.”

Claxons blared.

“I don’t know if you are telling the truth or not,” Free said. He popped the two blades in the middle and twisted his fist. Jacks head rolled to the floor. “But you can help complete the mission by staying here and keeping watch.”

Stryker turned to Vira and pointed his gun. “What’s going on?”

“I have no idea,” Vira said. “You have to believe me, I would never hurt Free. Even if I had known that he could survive, I would not have jeopardized the mission by injuring him.”

“His intent wasn’t to injure. He aimed for my spine,” Free said. “Let her go. We will need her help.”

Stryker lowered his gun. “Don’t try anything.”

She ran to Free. “Let me check your wounds, if you are too damaged, I will take…point…. What happened to your wounds? You regenerated?”

“Stay behind me,” Free said. “I got point, but Stryker don’t be afraid to outpace me.”

“Got you covered.”

“Vira stay close.”

Free’s knowledge of T-ships allowed them to navigate the quickest path to the bridge. On the way there, they passed through the frozen storage, a cascade of cryogenic tombs for organic life. Life forms that even Stryker had never seen before.

They used precision attacks, when they met the opposition. Some of the soldiers went down with one shot to their upper spine. Others needed their head removed. The sentient tanks were the hardest to stop. They had neither a spine nor an off switch. In fact, they weren’t even androids, they were essentially cyborgs. Brains attached to heavy machinery and forced to do work. They outnumbered the three of them two to one.

“Get to the bridge,” Free said. “I will take care of this.”

“I am not leaving you behind,” Vira said.

“Come on,” Stryker said, “trust me, he can handle it.”

Free picked up one of the tanks and threw it upon the other.

“You would just get in the way,” Stryker said.

Free fired a laser blast out of his left palm and cut one of the tank’s legs. He then used his new toy to beat the tank down.

Vira slowly turned away and followed Stryker. They pulled the sliding door to the bridge open. Two of the officers fired at them. “Don’t fire back,” Stryker said. “We need all of the equipment intact!”

“Well we can’t just sit here!”

“I am open to suggestions.”

She looked down. “If you are as good as they say you are,” she said as she lifted her head, “you can take them out without getting me killed.”

“Wait, what are you about to do?”
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