Colonel Flowers stood in the centre aisle and surveyed the recruits. “Listen up! You will follow your sergeants to quarters. You will not deviate from the course he sets. You will not lag behind gawking. You will not talk. You will not do anything other than march to your assigned quarters. Understood?”
“Sir, yessir!” Gina yelled with the others. It was like being back in boot camp.
“Carry on, Sergeant.”
Stone straightened. “Yes, sir. Each platoon will march in good order behind their sergeants—which means no pushing and shoving for you new people. Fifth platoon, you’re first.”
Obviously.
Fifth platoon was the last to board after all. Gina had been a sergeant herself, she knew the game, but Flowers seemed to be taking the security arrangements to extremes. Washington was Fleet for goodness sakes. Surely everyone on board her was reliable.
Gina marched behind Flowers into the bay. The place was deserted. There would usually be crewmen working to refuel the shuttle, not that it needed refuelling, but navy types always took the opportunity to do so. No captain of a ship, whether that ship be a battle group carrier or a lowly shuttle, would miss the opportunity to top off his bunkers. In this case that seemed to be exactly what was happening. She kept her scrutiny of the bay to herself and followed Flowers through a hatch deeper into the ship. She had never been on board a Washington class ship before, let alone that class’ namesake, and she wanted to look around, but the Colonel had ordered otherwise. She took him at his word when he declared mind wipe as the punishment for infractions.
Mind wipe was only used on violent criminals such as murderers and rapists. It had come about when bleeding heart liberals had managed to have the death penalty taken off the books. Hypno had been around for a while, but was used for entertainment only. It didn’t take long for the courts to see a use for it, and a new punishment for murder was introduced—personality death. Later the punishment was used on convicted rapists and then on all violent crime. It was amazing the difference it had made. Crime was cut to barely sixty percent of its previous levels in the core, and it had declined every year since hyno’s introduction. Whatever you called it, mind wipe or personality death, it was worse than true death and therefore a fitting punishment. How Flowers could justify it here she didn’t know; she wasn’t willing to find out.
“This is your toilet facility,” Flowers indicated a hatch on the other side of a section seal.
Gina paid it no mind, saving her attention for Flowers as he walked on.
“This is your refectory and day area. All platoons will share this space, and the toilet facility. The first compartment on the right is fifth platoon’s sleeping area. The next is for fourth and so on. Once everyone arrives, the blast door will be sealed.
“These areas are where you will live for the next three weeks. The rest of Washington is off limits. Anyone seen outside this section will be dismissed and suffer mind wipe. Anyone seen talking to a crewmember will be dismissed and suffer mind wipe. Understood?”
“Sir, yessir!” Gina said along with her platoon mates.
“Good. Get settled in, and we’ll start work at zero six hundred tomorrow—dismissed.”
Flowers walked away and entered another compartment this time on the left. Gina couldn’t see inside, but she assumed it was his cabin. She moved away from the chattering recruits and entered the area set aside for their barracks.
To her surprise, her name was already stencilled on a locker next to a rack. She opened it to see a full set of toiletries, a viper class-A and class-B uniform, and a box of compads with the viper patch displayed prominently on their cases—manuals. In the bottom was her kit bag. She opened it and found everything she had brought with her minus her old uniform. She found every one of her old ribbons and medals in a neat wooden presentation box. They had even unpicked the stitching and removed her unit patches from her old dress uniform to place them here. They were certainly thorough, she thought, fingering the patches.
Gina smoothed one of them flat in the palm of her hand. “Seventh Marines.”
As easy as that, she was no longer a Marine.
Storing everything back as she found it, she sat on her rack and began going through her manuals. They detailed the complete process of building a viper unit. She was surprised to see all the models listed and not just the newest version. She frowned for a moment, and then nodded in understanding. In the field, it might be necessary to make good a unit’s battle damage. It seemed unlikely she would need to repair a Mk1, or that she would have the biomech components necessary to do so, but better safe than sorry she supposed.
“What are you reading, Fuentes?”
Gina looked up and found one of the recruits. The name on his chest was M. Cragg. She remembered him. He was the lieutenant… ex-lieutenant now, who had asked the second question in the briefing. She showed him the case of the manual she was reading.
“Hmmm. Viper sub-systems: Internal sensors. Not the sort of light reading I would expect at bed time.”
“That depends on your definition of light reading,” she said.
Cragg laughed and sat on the rack opposite. He offered his hand. “I’m Martin, and you are?”
She shook his hand firmly. “Gina.”
“Pleased to meet you. The others are all sitting around chatting, don’t you want to join them?”
“Not really. I’m happy enough reading these, but don’t let me stop you.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“Yes. My chance to become an officer in the 501st is important to me. If I can start learning now, it won’t be so hard for me later.”
Cragg frowned. “You’re right.”
He stood and walked along the aisle until he found his own rack. He retrieved his manuals and came back to sit opposite her.
Gina watched him find the same manual she was reading, and begin to work through it.
Cragg looked up and saw her staring at him. He grinned and gestured for her to get back to work. They both laughed and settled down to read.
* * *
Chapter 12
Aboard ASN Washington on route to NGC 1513-4964
Kate couldn’t believe she was here on the way to becoming a viper unit. What had that bastard Stone done to her? It had to be something in his download. The sim had changed her somehow. Before she went in, she had been her old self and hardly able to tolerate the cyborgs near her, but when she came out, she had agreed to become one. And what about Hiller, he was here. How did Stone persuade a rich son of Bethany to give it all up and become a despised cyborg?
“Recruit Richmond?”
Kate blinked and blushed when she found all eyes turned her way. “Sir?”
Colonel Flowers tilted his head to regard her, as if wondering what kind of noise she would make when stepped on. “Am I boring you, Recruit?”
Kate reddened still further and tried to sit at attention. “No, sir.”
“Oh good. Then perhaps you will be kind enough to recap what I just said?”
Kate glanced down at the compads on her desk. Only one was active. It was displaying the inner workings of a viper unit. Specifically, it was displaying a viper unit’s sensor and electronic warfare suit.
“Sir, you were describing a viper’s EW and sensor suite, sir.”
Kate knew she had blown it when the rest of the recruits winced and shook their heads. Flowers on the other hand just pursed his lips and looked disappointed.
“We covered that section a half hour ago, Recruit.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“I know it’s a lot to take in, Recruit, but when we go dirtside, there won’t be time for any more lessons like this. There won’t be time for very much at all before you’re all prepped for surgery. Sorry doesn’t begin to cut it, Recruit.”
Kate looked down to hide her embarrassment.
“As I was saying,” Flowers went on in a brisker tone. “You all have a lot to learn. Aside from mastering a viper
unit’s systems, which will take months, there’s the artillery course, the sabotage and subversion courses, various special weapons courses… the list goes on. Master Sergeant Stone will be cooking up all kinds of nasty simulations to test you throughout the learning process. My point is, ladies and gentlemen, and this goes double for you Richmond, you do not have time to waste.”
“Question, sir?” Fuentez said and Flowers nodded to her. “I have no objections to learning whatever you want, but… artillery? We’re infantry.”
There were nods and murmurs from among the recruits.
“Don’t you like Arty, Fuentez?”
Fuentez grinned. “Only when it’s on my side, sir.”
The recruits laughed and Flowers smiled. “Quieten down, people. Fuentez is right in what she says. Vipers are infantry, but things have changed just a bit since the war.”
Kate grinned.
Flowers went on. “Back then, we were deployed with other Alliance forces. Mostly in the first wave, sometimes ahead of the first wave, but we always had backup. Now we mostly work undercover on solo ops, but the General believes in being prepared for all contingencies. Even outright war. That means, you will learn whatever we decide to teach you. How many of you know how to pilot a shuttle?”
Kate raised her hand, as did a dozen or so others. Fuentez wasn’t one of them.
Flowers nodded. “By the end of your training, all of you will be able to steal a shuttle and use it. All of you will know how to load, aim, and fire a range of artillery pieces. And your fire will be dead accurate. Vipers live a very long time, people. You will spend a lot of that time learning everything there is to know about the art of destruction.” He glanced at his wristcomp. “Dismissed!”
The recruits stood to attention.
Kate relaxed after the Colonel left, and the recruits milled around discussing what they had learned today. All week long, the Colonel had held lectures from zero six hundred to twelve hundred hours. The afternoon was theirs, and the evening was given over to tactical problems, based on their supposed understanding of the day’s lessons. She had done well so far, but then she should. She had the advantage of Stone’s download to draw on.
She frowned. Why hadn’t she blown the whistle on Stone? And that was another thing, why was she still thinking in retro?
Moving away with a scowl on her face, Kate tracked down Hiller. He was lying on his rack with a compad propped on his chest, displaying one of the viper manuals they had all been issued. He didn’t notice her come in until she snatched the compad out of his hands.
“We have to talk,” she said sitting on the rack next to his.
Hiller sighed and swung his legs down to sit opposite her. “I should have spoken up to him, but I was beholden to him.”
Kate blinked. “Huh?”
“The Whitbys own me,” Hiller said in humiliation. “That’s why I stayed silent that day.”
Kate’s original intention was to ask about Stone, but this was more interesting.
“You’re a Hiller, one of the families.”
Hiller’s lips twisted into a snarl. “I’m the son of a family—a family with no money left. Hiller survives only as long as I do what the Whitbys say. They own me. They own all that Hiller was, and they own my vote on Bethany’s council.”
Kate blinked stupidly at him. Hiller was destitute? That news would rock Bethany to its foundations were it ever to become known. Hiller was one of the families. One of the original settlers of Bethany’s World. How could it happen? Whitby owned the Hiller vote?
My God, how many others?
“Whitby failed the testing?”
Hiller snorted. “Of course he did. He’s nothing but the pompous windbag he appears to be. He bought his commission the same way he buys everyone and everything he wants.”
“But the Hiller name is everywhere back home. I’ve seen it.”
Hiller nodded. “His father ruined mine and gave us the scraps from his table. Our name still appears on our old holdings, but Hiller actually owns nothing. My sister and I are all that Hiller really has. She went into medicine and turned away from me. She hasn’t even kept the name. Whitby props me up so that my voting rights remain in force.”
Kate grinned. “Wait until they hear about your new job.”
Hiller smiled wearily. “When they hear about this, the name will finally be erased. Not that I care anymore, but I would like to think the Whitbys would be hurt by the loss of the vote.”
“But you don’t think they will be?”
“No chance. They’ve blackmailed their way into holding most of the votes on Bethany. One vote less will be an embarrassment, but nothing more than that.”
That was something Kate needed to think about in depth, but later. “I came to ask you whether Stone… whether he did anything to you to make you become a viper?”
Hiller frowned. “Stone? No, nothing. I haven’t spoken to him at all. The reason—the only reason that I’m here is my wish to get away from Bethany and Whitby.”
Kate believed him, but what did that mean regarding her own reasons for being here? She was confused about the entire thing. She knew the power and excitement the viper systems imparted from her time in the sim, but that wasn’t the reason… was it? She hoped not. She was a Bethany Ranger in her heart still, a killer, a sniper, and she liked what she was. Would becoming a cyborg change what she was inside? Not the biomech and cybernetics, but her soul? Bethany taught that cyborgs were soulless, but she had witnessed Colonel Flowers’ anguish in the sim. He had been a captain then, but the pain in his eyes at hearing about the children was real. She would stake… yes, even that. She would stake her very soul on it.
“I have to see Stone,” Kate mumbled and made to leave.
“Richmond?”
She turned back. “Yes?”
“Are you… are you scared? I am. I’m terrified of becoming a machine. Everyone knows—”
Kate shook her head quickly. “Everyone on Bethany knows. We’ve had almost two hundred years of lies forced down our throats.”
“Lies? But our history—”
“Happened,” she broke in. “It happened, but not the way they say. I can’t tell you how I know, but Burgton’s vipers fought hard for us when the Merkiaari came.”
“You’re sure? Really sure that it will be all right?”
“It will be all right,” Kate said and left.
She was unable to find Stone at first. Was he hiding from her? She shook her head; he wouldn’t hide, but where the hell was he? He could usually be found sitting in the refectory at this time of the day, but when she checked, he was nowhere to be found.
“You seen Stone?” Kate said to one of the recruits passing by.
“Nope,” the recruit said and walked on.
After walking aimlessly in the hope of finding him, she finally found someone who might know. She braced to attention and saluted.
“This recruit needs to find Sergeant Stone, ma’am. Might you know where he is?”
Lieutenant Hymas turned from her conversation with another recruit and frowned at the interruption. “Dismissed, Takeri,” she said to the dark complexioned woman.
“Ma’am,” Takeri said saluting before leaving.
Takeri was from Earth. Kate had spoken with her a few times about their customs and the strange way she had at looking at things.
“Stone is resting in his quarters.”
Kate frowned; she hadn’t thought to check his quarters. The day was only half over. What the hell was there to do on this tub that could require him to rest?
Hymas’ eyes narrowed. “What’s this about, recruit?”
Kate hesitated. “I would rather not say, ma’am.”
“You would rather not say,” Hymas said sotto voiced. She stared at Kate for a long moment before stepping to the wall and pressing the button there. “Computer: page Sergeant Stone.”
A voice barked from the comm. “Stone!”
“Recruit Richmond wants to see you,
Ken… yes I think so,” Hymas said and glanced at Kate before continuing.
Kate strained to hear what Stone was saying, but all she heard was a few words. Out of context they gave her nothing of what he was asking the Lieutenant.
“Fine. Do you want me to… right. See you later.” Hymas turned and regarded Kate thoughtfully. “Sergeant Stone has invited you to visit him. That was nice of him wasn’t it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Kate said giving the expected answer. “In his quarters, ma’am?”
Hymas nodded. “Now would be a good time, Recruit.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” she said, and ducked passed Hymas before her superior could ask her any questions.
When Kate reached Stone’s quarters, she pressed the call button. A moment later the hatch slid aside and she entered the dim cabin.
“Sergeant?”
“Step in won’t you?”
Something was up; she could feel it. Kate stepped fully inside, and the hatch slid shut darkening the cabin still further. Gradually her eyes adjusted and she began to make out shapes. A terminal to one side was dark and the chair before it was empty. The rack was unoccupied and scrupulously neat. It was as regulation as anyone could want. Turning to her left, she found Stone sitting on a couch watching her. That couch surely wasn’t regulation. Fleet must be going soft. Maybe such comforts were within its regulations, but she doubted it. Kate preferred austerity to comfort. Comfort could betray you into wanting more of the same.
Kate was very aware that Stone had her on his sensors from the moment she stepped inside. Hell, he could pick up everyone aboard the ship if he wanted to. She had used those sensors in the sim. She knew how good they were. He had her targeted, she was certain, but he didn’t have a weapon on him. He didn’t need one.
Kate fidgeted uneasily. “I want to… I mean I need to…”
“Know what I did to you?” Stone finished.
“Yes, Sergeant.”
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