Bad Bargain: A Space Rules Adventure Part 1 by Ian Cannon

Author:Ian Cannon [Cannon, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-08T16:00:00+00:00

Tawny geared up. Her-bio suit was a United Confederation Corps-X body-forming bio sustainment vacuum combat suit, tight to the skin constructed from a vacuum weave—very light weight, very flexible—with a rigid upper body harness, breathing apparatus, maglev-motion boots and seal joints.

She opted against applying the Titan-Y1 dura-armor blast-protectant, pierce-proof, battle-mech exoskeleton. The armored suit was too bulky with its alloy plated body pieces, and though it had been known to save her life against direct projectile and light laser blast impacts on countless occasions during her time in the war, she preferred the more streamlined effect of leaving it aboard REX.

Her swivel frame for the M-209 strapped on at the waste with its arms collapsed, tucking the body-length cannon closely to her side and ready to unleash in a split second, its power charger on her upper back. Her slick, visored helmet coupled onto her breastplate with a hermetic hiss. She checked her optical overlay system—sniper cannon targeting, visual map feeds from REX’s upload/download systems and bio-suit readouts, all painted into her visor micro optics web. Everything was operating perfectly.

The drop ship was next. She fed the map and its coordinates into its REX-sub-A.I.-mind, which was hot-spliced wirelessly into REX-prime’s control function, and received an all readouts signal. The light was green. She gave Ben a look through her visor, which showed all but those deep, gold-brown eyes of hers and said, “See you after, baby.”

He nodded touching her visor as if laying a hand on her face and said in a tender, demanding way, “You be safe, you hear me?”

She huffed, giving him a ridiculous smirk, and said, “Such a man. Watch your fingers.” The airlock slid shut. His heart sank, as it did every time feeling Tawny’s drop pod undock from REX’s underbelly and whisk off toward the moon. With that, Tawny was on her way quick as a bullet, ripped, equipped and ready to blow some stuff up. Ben shook his head. Bi-gods, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

He went to the cockpit. The countdown had wound down to fifteen minutes. Likewise, the rendezvous was coming up through the viewport. REX had dropped to very low orbit making the mountaintops seem nearly touchable. Up ahead, the endless ocean of rocky jags and sharp, unlivable peaks broke suddenly away and the open plains of the moon spread out before him. From orbit, it looked massive. He could only imagine how endless those gray, drab flatlands were from surface level. It didn’t matter. If there was trouble, Tawny’s M-209 had plenty of range. And she was a deadeye hot shot.

“Okay, REX, prep the mag-mule. I’m taking her down.”

“Okay, Cap.”

Outside the ship, the mag-spires rotated on their turnstile to the straight-up position with the mag-mule’s tiny bubble cockpit tucked between, putting the REX fuselage at the bottom of a tower of cargo units. Ben crawled through the starboard mag-spire’s newly repaired control hub and up into the flight control. Pulling himself into the pilot’s chair and gripping the dual directional levers, he said, “Okay, REX, all systems go.

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