The powered trunk base followed the signal from the tracking unit clipped to his belt, the stack of luggage on top of it rocking gently as it crossed the low ledge of the threshold. Steve closed the door behind him, hearing its automatic lock click. He turned to see the Bosun approaching, carryin...
Much gunpowder was burned as the inexperienced troopers were taught to use their weapons together as a unit. “Remember, when we fort up, work in pairs,” Sergeant Buell cautioned them, Walt and Tad nodding vigorously in agreement beside him. “One of you shoots while the oth...
January–March 2839, Galactic Standard Calendar The first day of in–processing at the Fleet Recruit Depot was a nightmare of bellowed orders from seemingly infuriated instructors, desperate attempts by the recruits to do something — anything! — to placate the vengeful demons yelling at them, and… ...
Pausing just long enough to confirm that they’d hold, Steve nodded to the Qianjin spacer who’d pulled him inside. “Thanks! Come with me so I can lean on you.” “Yes, Sir.” He swung towards the newly liberated hostages, who were coming together in a g...