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The Fight for Creation: Book 03 - Ultimate Warrior

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by Saxon Andrew


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  Col. Dorg looked at Callaway and said, “Why are you waiting?”

  “Because I want to make sure you weren’t kidding about the winning commander being promoted.”

  Telah looked at Callaway and said, “No, I wasn’t.”

  Callaway looked at Pixie and the fifteen warriors keeping the sole survivor pinned down. He shook his head and stopped firing. The sixteen others saw him drop his barrel and knew what he was doing. Pixie stopped firing and the other fifteen also lowered their blasters.

  Russell yelled, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

  The survivor heard him and looked over the bunker at the seventeen warriors staring at him and fired his shoulder cannon at them. The bright light hit the sensors on their armor indicating all of them had been hit and were out of the exercise.

  Russell screamed, “You did this deliberately!”

  Col. Dorg looked at Callaway and said, “Would you mind explaining what’s going on?” Mitch shook his head. “Private, I don’t want to wash you out of the warriors but I will if you don’t start telling me what’s going on.”

  Pixie said, “Sir, we couldn’t allow Private Slade to be given command of a squad of warriors. He has demonstrated that he is willing to throw away the lives of warriors under his command needlessly. We couldn’t live with our conscience if we allowed that to happen.”

  Russell rage was clear, “You will pay for this.”

  “Shut up, Private. Send me your plan of battle.” Russell stared at her and she said, “I don’t normally ask twice.”

  Russell sent the battle plan and Telah looked at it. She shook her head and said, “Sargent, how were these idiots able to win again?”

  “They used their armor’s jets, Sir.”

  “Show me the video.”

  Telah watched the recording in her armor and then said, “Private Slade. What did you think would happen to those fifteen warriors you ordered to teleport into the enemy camp?”

  Russell looked nervous but said, “I expected them to force the second platoon to teleport out.”

  “Did you think any of them would survive the effort?”

  “They could have, Sir.”

  “If that’s the case, why are all your plans after their jump only done using those that didn’t take part in the initial jump?”

  Russell opened his mouth and Telah said, “Shut up.” Telah turned to Mitch and said, “So you’re of the opinion that the commander of second platoon is better qualified to command a squad?”

  “Sir, none of his warriors were put in jeopardy. They fell in the course of battle but all of them had the opportunity to survive. They weren’t sent in to just be used as targets.”

  Telah turned to Dawson, “Why is it that none of you were hit when you teleported in?”

  “Private Callaway gave us the coordinates of obstructions in the camp to hide behind.”

  “Private Callaway, how did you know the locations of those obstructions?”

  “I came out here last night and plotted them.”

  Russell yelled, “You’re a cheater!”

  Telah looked at Russell and said, “If I have to tell you to shut up again, you’ll be cleaning latrines for the rest of your career.” Russell shut up as all the members of the first platoon applauded. Telah looked around and said, “Where in the exercise’s instructions does it say not to scout the territory?” Everyone just stared at her. She turned to Mitch and said, “However, that was pretty gutsy. The use of the leg jets is a new one.” Telah paused and said, “Why did you do it?”

  “I could not stand by and watch my teammates go into a situation where there was no possibility of survival.” Mitch paused and said, “I just couldn’t. I know it’s just an exercise but they were being told their contribution was worthless and all they were good for was to be a target. That’s not a good way to finish training, Sir.”

  Telah stared at Mitch and then said, “Congratulations Private Zalen. You won the competition.”

  “Sir, I can’t accept the promotion.”

  “And why not?”

  “Because even if he doesn’t want to admit it, I know Callaway defeated my platoon. I can’t accept something I didn’t earn, Sir.” Second platoon applauded his words.

  “One warrior from each camp can be sent to Scout Training. Private Calloway, You are the one going.”

  Everyone cheered until he held up his arms. The group grew silent and Telah shook her head, “Don’t tell me you’re turning this down?”

  “I am, Sir.”

  “Why? Your admission forms say you want to be a scout.”

  “That’s true, Sir, but I’m not ready. I’m not good enough yet. This exercise proved to me that I have not mastered my armor to the level demanded by a scout.”

  Telah nodded, “You’re wise to recognize that.”

  Mitch said, “I haven’t, but she has.”

  Pixie said, “What!”

  Mitch said, “Sir, check the records. She knocked out the bunker she was attacking and had to come to assist me taking out the one I attacked. It was her blasters that took out twelve of the second platoon survivors when we jumped on top of them. She maintained control the entire jump while it was all I could do to keep my legs under me. She’s ready now. I still have work to do, Sir.”

  Col. Telah said, “Will you turn it down if I offer you the position, Private?”

  Pixie shook her head, “No Sir.”

  “Then you’re going to Scout Training, Private.” Telah turned to Russell and said, “You are going home unless you agree to remain a private your entire career, Private Slade. I will never allow you to command anyone in this Navy.”

  Slade’s expression turned nasty and he said, “I resign.”

  “You may leave and sign the appropriate papers. Sgt. Malone, go with him and help him complete the forms and send his father a copy of the action he just completed.”

  Russell turned around, “Why would you do that?”

  “Because he was a great leader who always looked after his warriors; he’ll understand what happened.” Russell stared at her trying to think of something to stop what was happening until Col. Dorg said, “You’re dismissed.” Everyone watched him leave and the first platoon did not add to his shame by applauding. Some started but Mitch stopped them with a look.

  Telah said, “This exercise is one that I’ll probably use to train future warriors. I must say you’ve made it interesting. However, you have completed training and all of you will report to your units in ten days, except for Private Mille who will report to Scout Training in two weeks. Congratulations and enjoy your time off; you’ve made me and the service proud of what you’ve demonstrated today.”

  The two platoons came together and celebrated. The fifteen sent in the first wave surrounded Mitch and slapped him on the back. They would tell their children about what they did to save other warriors this day.

  Pixie waited and finally walked up to Mitch, “Why did you do this?”

  Mitch slowly shook his head, “You know I’m right; don’t you?”

  “I guess.”

  “One should never let their personal feelings get in the way of doing the right thing.”

  “That’s often easier said than done.”

  “Don’t feel bad, Pixie. I’ll eventually join you. It’s just going to take me longer to get there.”

  “Where are you going now?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “What do you mean you don’t know?”

  “My family is not happy that I joined the Warriors. My father needs some time to get over it. I’ll probably go to Ross and sightsee.”

  Pixie smiled, “Have you ever been there?”

  “No, do you have any suggestions?”

  Pixie pressed her wrist unit, “This is my personal number and I’m going to be there. Contact me when you arrive and I’ll give you a list of what you shouldn’t miss seeing.”

  Mitch smiled at her and said, “Thanks, I really
appreciate it.”

  “Thanks, Mitch. You’ve taught me a lot.”

  “I knew you were intelligent. Go get em at Scout Training.” Mitch turned and walked away with the rest of the platoon following him. Pixie looked at the Colonel and saw that she knew who the real leader of First Platoon was. Pixie saw her make a notation in her wrist unit and knew Mitch was going to be watched. Pixie turned and knew she was going to keep track of him as well. She may have mastered her armor but he was an extraordinary tactician. He had caught the Second Platoon burning tunnels from the bunkers to the side of the north hill. He knew the fifteen would not encounter any forces at the enemy camp and had told them to find cover and wait for him to relieve them. He could have told Russell where the enemy was located, but chose not to release that little tidbit of knowledge. Pixie also knew that Mitch had not told the others to lower their weapons. He just couldn’t live with the fact that he had helped place warrior’s lives in Russell’s hands. She knew he was right and followed his lead. It’s easy to follow someone whom you respect. That was a lesson she would not forget.

  • • •

  “Sir, one of the Blue Ships has shown up at the former Swarm Planet.”

  Jason punched his display, “What’s it doing?”

  “It’s just sitting in orbit.”

  Jason looked at the recording of the planet the Blue ships had enslaved and said, “Computer, what is the estimated population of that captured planet?”

  “Three billion.”

  “And what is the population of the former Swarm Planet?”

  “Two hundred and twenty million.”

  “Why did you ask that?”

  Jason heard Eyes in his mind and said, “I’m hoping those aliens are good fishermen.”

  “You’re hoping they throw the small fish back in to catch when it grows larger.”

  “I am. I know they’ll see many of the old buildings have blaster burns and I’m hoping they surmise there has been a war and most didn’t survive it.”

  “They’ll be right in that assumption. How do you think they will account for the sixteen advanced scouts with such a small population?”

  “Maybe they’ll think they just stopped at this planet before coming to their space…I don’t know? I’m just hoping it goes away.”

  The Blue Ship remained in orbit for an hour and then disappeared. Jason took a deep breath and blew it out. He started to relax until the Blue Ship appeared in the outer system and destroyed the two probes located there. “Who placed those probes!?”

  “They’re one of the newer models and were placed by the Scouts.”

  “Thank the Creator.”

  Eyes nodded, “We were lucky.”

  Jason nodded, “This time.”

  Chapter Three

  Mitch arrived on Ross after spending one day at home. His father told him he was no longer welcome. He didn’t even unpack and walked out to find transportation to the space port. He found his sister waiting for him at the street, “He will eventually get over it.”

  Mitch shook his head, “It won’t be any time soon.” His sister looked at the house, sighed, and nodded. “I love you, sissy. Take care of the big lug.”

  “I will. He is what holds the wheels on.”

  “I know. I feel bad I disappointed him.”

  “If Mom were still here…” Mitch nodded. “Well, stay in touch. I worry about you.”

  Mitch hugged her and said, “I’m sending my pay to your account. Use it wisely.”

  “You shouldn’t do that. How will you get by?”

  “I keep enough to pay my way. Just make sure everything stays together.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Mitch waved a vehicle down and left for the Space Port where he purchased ticket and a room on Ross. Ten hours later he arrived among a standing room only crowd. He also discovered that his reservation was no good for two days.

  “What do you mean, I don’t have a room. Here’s my reservation.”

  “Read the small print at the bottom.”

  Mitch pulled the reservation closer and saw, “Reservation not valid during Royal Functions.” He looked at the reservationist and said, “What function are you having?”

  “The Duke and Duchess announced two hours ago that they are greeting the citizens tonight. Your reservation will be honored the day after tomorrow.”

  Mitch groaned and shook his head. He was tired and needed a bath. He picked up his bag and then remembered. He pressed the number and Pixie answered, “Hello.”

  “Pixie, this is Mitch. My hotel just informed me that my room is not available until after the Royal Function is over. Do you know anywhere I can get a room? I’m worn out and need an opportunity to rest.”

  “What’s the hotel’s number?”

  “Why?”

  “I know someone. Stay where you are for a moment and give me the number.”

  Mitch looked at the reservationist and said, “Do you have a direct number?” The reservationist scowled at him and gave him a number. Mitch entered it and said, “I’ve sent it to you.”

  “Ok, I’ll call you back later.”

  “Wait a min…” and then he saw the display go dark. The reservationist’s wrist unit buzzed and Mitch saw his face turn white, “No, I didn’t know he was a warrior. No I don’t want to lose your good graces. Please forgive me for this obvious error. I will correct it immediately.” The reservationist was actually shaking. Mitch stared at him and the young man handed him a key, “Your room is on the top floor. There will be no charge for as long as you choose to visit our establishment and if there’s anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable, just let me know personally.”

  Mitch took the key and saw a hotel manager come sprinting up, “Please pardon our stupidity, Sir. We hold the warriors in very high esteem.” Mitch saw him glare at the reservationist and saw the young man wilt.

  “Thank you. However, if anything bad happens to this young man, I might have to make another call.”

  The Manager shook his head so hard Mitch knew he was going to get whiplash, “That won’t be necessary, Sir.” Mitch looked at the reservationist and saw his gratitude. Mitch smiled and nodded. He went to the top floor, found his room number, inserted the key and found he was in the penthouse suite. He whistled and went back downstairs and managed to get the reservationist to notice him. He came hurrying over, “Is something wrong, Sir?”

  “Yes, I used this key and it opened the penthouse suite. I can’t afford that room.”

  “Sir, there is no charge for your stay. You are in the right room and I do hope you enjoy it.”

  “Really?”

  “Really, Sir.”

  Mitch went back upstairs and wondered who Pixie knew that could make things happen like this. Especially that fast. He went to the main bath and found a tub that was huge. It also had a whirlpool and massage couch in it. He said, “Ninety nine degrees.” The tub immediately teleported the water in and Mitch climbed in. “Massage.” Ohhhhh, this is heavenly. “Whirlpool.”

  Mitch reclined and closed his eyes. He wondered just how much this room would cost normally, much less during a Royal Function. He called the reservationist’s number and said, “How much does this room normally rent for?”

  “Sixty thousand credits a night. During Royal Functions, double that.”

  “Thanks.” Mitch shook his head. This was impossible. But the water took him as he relaxed and let the tension leave his body.

  He heard the chime ringing and he stood up and put on a robe hanging on the shower door. Even the robe felt like twenty layers of clouds. He went to the door and opened it. The reservationist was standing there and said, “You have been invited to view the Royal Family from a special seat.”

  Mitch shook his head, “I can’t do that. I don’t have anything appropriate to wear to such an occasion.”

  “Your clothing will be provided by the hotel. Be ready to go in three hours. Now if you don’t mind.”

  “What
?”

  “I need to scan you for you measurements. You may keep the robe on.” The reservationist pointed a hand unit at Mitch and said, “Thank you, Sir. And let me say thank you for saving my job earlier. I didn’t deserve it but I will not mistreat another guest in the future.” He bowed and left. Mitch wondered what was going on. Then he knew. The one Pixie had called was going to allow him to watch the Royal Family with them. He wanted to thank them for their generosity so he finished getting ready and thirty minutes later an orderly appeared with his clothes. Mitch looked at the outfit and knew it was beyond anything he had ever worn. “Do you need assistance in dressing, Sir?”

  Mitch shook his head and the orderly said, “The silk shirt attaches in a rather complicated fashion, Sir. I’ll be glad to assist you.”

  Mitch looked at the shirt and said, “Perhaps you better.”

  “First I’ve ordered you a meal and once you finish we’ll get to work.” The orderly opened the door and six assistants came in and set up the table. Mitch stared at the orderly and said, “We have got to stop this. I’ll be spoiled rotten.”

  The orderly smiled, “That is our fervent wish, Sir.”

  Mitch smiled and said, “What the heck; spoil me.”

  • • •

  Two hours later Mitch was dressed and the orderly clapped his hands and an assistant ran up with a full length mirror. Mitch looked at the image and was shocked, “Is that me?”

 

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