Taking Flight (Honor and Duty)

by Sam Schall

  “Very good, Angel. Finish securing the ship. Degrassi out.”

  Would that it was that simple.

  “Durga, status?”

  “Target secured.”

  “Phouka, report.” She waited, her HUD sensors showing how she held her breath as she waited for Mumby to respond.

  “Engineering secure.”

  At least that much had been accomplished. All she had to do was keep control here, preferably without the hostage being killed.

  “I am Lt. Ashlyn Shaw and this ship is now under the command of the Fuerconese Marine Corps. You will put down your weapons and order the rest of your people to do the same,” she said to the four who wore a uniform she didn’t recognize as she moved further onto the bridge, Talbot on her heels.

  Her attention, however, focused on the woman the center pirate held before him like a shield. The woman, the ship’s first officer judging by the rank insignia on her tattered uniform tunic, looked as if she could barely stand. Her face was bruised and swollen. Seeing the state of her uniform, Ashlyn had no doubt what had been done to her and her own anger grew until it was all she could do not to kill the man out of hand. She couldn’t. She knew that. Not without giving him the chance to surrender now that they were face-to-face.

  “Step back!” he snapped and jammed the barrel of his pistol even harder against the woman’s jawline. When he did, her knees buckled. Cursing, he shifted his hold on her. Ashlyn watched and waited, looking for an opening.

  “No.” She spoke firmly, confidently. “You have nowhere to go. Your only chance to live is to surrender. If you fail to do so, I will order my team to open fire.”

  As she spoke, Talbot ordered the others to take up positions and bring their weapons to ready. That was enough for the other three pirates, if that was what they were and Ashlyn was beginning to doubt it, to drop their weapons. Without taking her eyes from the remaining pirate and his hostage, she waited as the others were secured and led off the bridge.

  Sweat ran down her back and she knew it covered her face. At least her helmet and armor prevented the pirate from seeing just how nervous she was. If she could just keep it that way long enough to deal with him. . . .

  “You don’t have a chance in hell of getting out of here, especially not with her.” She nodded to the woman who mewed like a wounded kitten.

  “I’ll kill her.”

  “Then I will kill you,” Ashlyn said. “I promise she won’t hit the decksole a second before you do.”

  “Shaw, you’re doing good,” Degrassi’s voice said softly over the comm. “If you can save the hostage, good. But do not risk yourself or your Marines.”

  “You’re bluffing,” the pirate said, glancing to his right and then his left, as if looking for a way out.

  “I don’t bluff.” Ash hand-signaled Talbot to be ready to take the shot.

  Whether he truly believed he could escape the bridge or he decided death was better than surrender, the pirate shoved his hostage away from him. She stumbled, falling into Ashlyn’s line of fire. Instinct and training combined and Ashlyn stepped to the left. At the same time, the pirate fired. Ashlyn cursed as pain flared along her upper arm. Almost instantly, the bio-system monitoring her vital signs released a low dosage painkiller. She barely noted it as she leveled her rifle in the pirate’s direction. There was no more hesitation then than there had been after Talbot tossed in the flashbang. She fired. Whether her shot killed him or Talbot’s, she didn’t know and didn’t care. The situation had been defused and the hostage was safe.

  “Bridge secured,” she reported and blew out a breath. As she did, she knew she needed to make a further report but found it almost impossible to think, much less speak. Damn it, she couldn’t fall apart, not yet at any rate. “Colonel, we are going to need medical teams ASAP. If the hostage is any indication, the surviving crewmembers are going to have emotional and physical trauma to be treated.”

  “Understood, LT.” There was a pause. When he continued, Ashlyn realized he had switched to a private channel. “Shaw, are you injured?”

  “Just a scratch, sir.” Maybe a bit more but they all had injuries of varying degrees. She could wait for treatment.

  “All right. I want you to listen to me. You did all of us proud today. Now I have to ask you to keep going until I can get someone over to relieve you. Make sure the ship is secured and no other hostiles are still free. Captain La Grange has just authorized medical teams and an engineering crew to transfer to your location. The other ships are still being secured. Once they have been, we will be better able to get you the assistance you need.”

  “Thank you, sir.” She turned her attention to Talbot who watched another of their team as he bandaged some of the woman’s injuries. “Loco, we still have a lot to do.”

  “That we do, Ma’am. That we do.”

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  “All right, LT. You can get dressed now.”

  With that, the medic turned and moved to the next Marine waiting to have his battle wounds seen to. Ashlyn reached for her shirt. As she did, she glanced around the compartment that had been set up as a temporary med bay. Despite the number of her people who had already been treated, or who still waited for treatment, she knew they had been lucky. Lucky because they had managed to save most of the hostages still living when the Marines boarded the ship. Lucky because she hadn’t lost any of her people. Most of all, they had been lucky that they had managed to take the ship before the pirates had managed to blow the power plant.

  As she slowly left the compartment, she looked around, taking in the battle damage. So much of it had come not from the initial battle but from after they had boarded. The pirates had been more than willing to sacrifice themselves if it meant killing even one of Ashlyn’s people. All that paled when she thought about what they had done to the ship’s crew. Too many of those still living when the battle began had been killed when it became clear their captors were losing. Those who survived were much the worse for wear. As with the ship’s first officer, they had been used as human shields in an attempt to force the Marines into leaving the ship. Not that that had ever been an option. To leave the ship would have signed the hostages’ death warrants. That left one path open to Ashlyn and her people: they had to secure the power plant and Environmental before the bastards decided to vent the ship.

  Her Marines had never hesitated. They fought and bled to fulfill their mission parameters. Trusting them to do what had to be done, she turned her attention to securing the bridge. Later she could worry about what she was about to do. For now, lives depended on her and what happened next.

  That had been almost twelve hours earlier. Stims had kept her going until the medic demanded she let him treat her injuries. Now she had one more duty to perform before she could hopefully find her rack for some much needed sleep.

  “Colonel, the ship’s secured. Gunnery Sergeant Anisimova reports the prisoners are being held in one of the docking bays. She had her people chock the hatches. The only way for the prisoners to escape is through the airlock and, to be honest, after all I’ve seen today, I wouldn’t mind one bit if they take that option.”

  She made no attempt to keep the bitterness from her voice. Talbot had already talked with her, assuring her every Marine there understood what she felt. These pirates, and the more she saw the more convinced they were much more than run-of-the-mill space pirates, had done the unimaginable. They had tortured their captives and worse. Death had been a release for many of the captured crew. Those who survived might never fully recover from what had been done to them. Spacing, as far as Ash was concerned, was far too good for the bastards responsible.

  “Understood, LT, and if that is the route they take, you’ll get no questions about it from me or from Captain La Grange,” Degrassi assured her. “The other ships are now secured as well. So I’ll be sending over a squad to relieve your people. You are to get a full six hours’ downtime. Captain La Grange is sending over an engineering team and other techs as well to che
ck the ship. If it is navigable, we’ll be escorting it back to the home system. Until that decision has been made, you and your people will remain onboard.”

  “Yes, sir.” She thought for a moment, wishing her brain didn’t feel like it was moving in slow motion. “The prisoners, sir?”

  “Transport them here under heavy guard. The intel officer wants to have a chat with them.”

  “I’ll see to it.”

  “Have Talbot do it, LT. You need to debrief your people and then get some rest. Once you have, you have the most detailed report you’ve written to date to file.” Degrassi’s image smiled at her from the comm display and she groaned softly. “Ashlyn.” Surprised, she looked at his image. She couldn’t remember him ever calling him by her first name. “You did the Corps proud today. For a first tour of duty, one that should have been uneventful, you have proven that you are as much a Marine as any of us. You did what was needed and didn’t hesitate. Remember that.

  “I’m not going to lie and tell you it will be easy to deal with what you have seen and done today. There will be a let-down and you will have nightmares. When that happens, remember that you saved not only the ship’s first officer but a number of other hostages as well. You also managed to keep all your Marines alive in a situation that could have gone south very easily.

  “Don’t let it go to your head, though. I’m sure there are more than a few mistakes the Gunny will be glad to discuss with you once everything is squared away over there. In the meantime, get some rest and find some food. There will be time enough later for your after action report.”

  “Yes, sir, and thank you.” She stared at the screen for a moment after it went blank and then she looked around. Somehow, it didn’t surprise her to find Talbot standing nearby, waiting for her to acknowledge him. “All right, Loco. You heard the old man. Let’s debrief the squads and then get some rest. I think we’ve earned it.”

  “That we have, ma’am. That we have.”

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  First, they took away her command. Then they took away her freedom. But they couldn't take away her duty and honor. Now they want her back.

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  Major Ashlyn Shaw has survived false accusations and a brutal military prison. Now free, she finds her homeworld once again at war with an enemy that will stop at nothing to destroy everything she holds dear. Duty has Ashlyn once again answering the call to serve. She has seen what the enemy is capable of and will do everything she can to prevent it from happening to the home she loves and the people she took an oath to protect.

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