Miko dropped two more amplifiers into her shielded pocket and snapped it shut. Though there were more out there, she decided that three was enough for now. She couldn’t wait to get back and dismantle them.
But there was something else she needed to do.
One other thing that had started to seriously bug her was Commander Chase. She noticed that he seemed to get progressively more obsessive with Eva, even if she didn’t realize it herself.
It came down to a few of his words and actions. If he was addressing any of the pilots, most of his time would be spent talking directly to Eva. Or if he was monitoring their vitals for the Admiral, he paid more attention to Eva’s statistics more than anyone else’s.
And there was that moment when Miko caught the commander leering
This day and age, stalking is being more and more normalized thanks to the rise of social media. It’s OK to go and look up others - it’s fairly natural to want to know if they’re legit. It’s not OK when you feel your privacy has been violated outside of your control. And if you feel like you’re potentially in danger from a stalker, please visit the National Center for Victims of Crime (NCVC) at https://victimsofcrime.org/stalking-resource-center to get some help.
Eva groaned loudly as the troops she was controlling were torn to shreds by her newfound pilot buddies. Over the last few hours, they shared laughs, drinks, and names. The two guys were Colin and Oratus, while the two girls were Kayt and Jinti. All four of them were only in their mid-twenties, and had been assigned to the asteroid straight out of boot. In fact, many of the pilots on the base were relatively young. The older pilots had experience, but were still green in terms of conflict. Only a handful of pilots were actual combat veterans, and they typically led the base’s squadrons. But these four were still relatively green, having spent only a year or two on the asteroid base. Since the whole thing was a military secret, they literally saw zero action. The closest they had ever gotten into a sortie was
The Admiral stood behind the ready room’s podium and lectured the four pilots on the exercises and functions she wanted to cover for the week. The screen behind her had a number of diagrams and statistics. Miko was absolutely rapt with attention, though it may as well have been completely blank to Eva. And what the Admiral was saying may as well have been gibberish to her. They had only been in there for an hour, and she was already braindead from the lessons. Just like all the other times she was in a classroom, she found herself unable to pay attention and learn. But she had stopped lamenting the fact and instead let her mind wander a bit. She thought a bit about Jackson Stone, the game designer for Bellum Aeterna. Or, more specifically, she thought about the threats that he had programmed into the game. She also thought about the dangers that existed
The four pilots flew out of Tartarus Base and found a spot of empty space for them to perform their exercises in. While there was plenty of space between the base itself and the surrounding asteroid field, a good portion of it lay within the path of the patrol drones. Although the Admiral could have simply created a space for them to use, it was best if they stayed out of their way altogether. No sense in breaking up part of their security net just for the sake of convenience. Besides, they had plenty of room. Well, as long as they were careful anyway. The Admiral came up behind them in her frigate. She sat in the command chair while various officers in their stations sat around her. Among them was her brother. Her frigate settled into the very middle of their open e
Klaxons rang all throughout Tartarus Base as the Admiral’s lockdown order went into effect. Civilians, merchants, and contractors fled to their habs, closed their blast shutters, and sealed their doors shut. In contrast, military and combat personnel swarmed in droves to do their duty. Armored hoppers sped from all corners towards the hangar bay, their bellies filled with eager Federation servicemembers of every discipline. Those who were already in the hangar were busy gearing up to be the first wave out. Pilots climbed into their cockpits as their techs did the final checks on their chassis. Gunners climbed into their secure pods and powered on their turrets. All were suited up and eager to defend the base. But it was more than the simple need to keep themselves secure.
Merlin flew over to Valos’ heavy frigate as his fighter escort easily polished off the drones that were chasing him. He swooped over to the frigate’s armored belly, and slowed as he came closer. And when he reached a certain distance, portions of the armor slid aside and folded into each other. As they retracted, a shallow docking collar just beneath the surface was revealed. He eased his fighter into position just under the collar, and slowly slid up into it so that he was partially nestled in the frigate itself. Magnetic locks kept the fighter in exactly the right place as huge rubberized seals inflated between them and formed a seal. There was a long HISS as the fighter’s cockpit pressurized to the frigate’s internal atmosphere. A mix of smells filled
The doors to the bridge snapped open as Merlin walked through. He whistled in awe at the simplicity and efficiency of the bridge’s layout. It was the first time he had ever been on a bridge like this, and he was absolutely delighted to the core. Valos stood in the middle along a catwalk, while his officers and their terminals surrounded him. And all along the walls around them were multiple large MFDs which displayed all manner of information. Some were filled with live feeds of the battle, while others were covered in readouts and data outputs. Valos spotted Merlin, and waved him over to his side. “Ah, there he is! Man of the hour! Come on over.” A huge grin filled Merlin’s face as he stood next to the Templar. “I guess
The Admiral led her handful of frigates back towards the base at a nearly breakneck speed. Pirate fighters nipped at their heels and tapped at their armor with cannonfire, but only just scraped against the surface. The panicked crewmembers on them were certainly thankful for the frigate’s thicker armor, but were still scared shitless from the constant barrage of fire. The drumming on the hull kept everyone inside on edge. In contrast, the pirate frigates followed them lazily - Valos was clearly enjoying toying with the Federation. He was never impressed with them in the first place. They often counted too heavily on overwhelming firepower rather than effective tactics. He and his officers couldn’t help but laugh as the Admiral fled before them. “Why don’t we just pol
Valos and Merlin watched the screens around them with absolute joy. The Admiral and her set of toys were so easily defeated, to the point that every Federation pilot ended up running from the fight. “I bet some of your pilots are a bit disappointed,” Merlin mused. “They were probably lookin’ to have a big ole’ fight with the Feds.” “Hah! Yeah, I bet that too. They’ll prolly gripe a bit, and maybe even get into a few fistfights back at the flagship. But they’ll forget all about it once we divvy up all the loot.” “Templar!” said an officer. “Sensors are picking up increased power signals from within the asteroid. Incredibly faint, but they’re clearly powering stuff back on.” Valos’ eyes went wide in shock. A mere hour had passed - that wasn’t nearly enough time to fix