(eng) P. Joseph Cherubino - Fleetfoot Interstellar 01 by Fleetfoot Interstellar

(eng) P. Joseph Cherubino - Fleetfoot Interstellar 01 by Fleetfoot Interstellar

Author:Fleetfoot Interstellar [Interstellar, Fleetfoot]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00


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While the Arachnid’s rallied around the newly minted Insectoid Rebel Leader, the Reptilians struggled with their own military issues.

“You will explain the reason for exposing our operation,” Alpha Reptile Sslolg hissed over the tangler channel. The distance of 200 light years was meaningless to the instantaneous communication of the quantum entanglement device. To the hapless Leader of Kelgar 7 Station, the holographic image of Alpha Sslolg was as real as life itself, or death.

“I had reason to believe that this Captain Fleetfoot was a Trade Union spy,” Choss replied, head bowed.

“You use the past tense. You no longer believe this Captain, a spy?”

Choss was trapped. He had no choice but to answer, and they both knew the next words meant life or death. “I no longer believe Captain Fleetfoot is a spy,” Choss said. Before Sslolg could reply, Choss blurted, “But I can confirm that spies belong to his crew.”

Sslolg paused, recalculating. He was prepared to order the immediate execution of Choss once the interrogation was complete. This new information might mean at least a delay in that execution. Killing an errant Alpha before his work was complete would be a wasteful move. Sslolg carefully measured the usefulness of his underling before he replied.

“Why should I trust your assessment of any matter of importance now,” Sslolg’s blunt words struck out like a whip.

Emboldened by the stark fact of his impending death, Choss lifted his head and met Sslolg’s eyes. “You have no reason to believe what I say. I can only state what I believe is the truth All the choices are yours.”

Sslolg suppressed the urge to grin. Finally, the cowering fool showed some spine. He might not have Choss killed just yet.

“Your time is limited. Tell me what you know.”

“Captain Drexler and his crew were aided in their escape by at least five Special Operations Soldiers of the BJP Empire. The Nords confirmed this with DNA evidence after one of their numbers was wounded.” Gholss made this last point in the vain hope of demonstrating some level of competence. Sslolg new better. It was the Nords who salvaged any possible hope from Choss’ blunder.

“There must be more than this,” Sslolg replied impatiently.

“Yes. These BJP Operatives commandeered the merchant ship and escaped. They somehow managed to use the ship as a weapon to damage the Station and escape.”

“Damage the station! Why am I just hearing of this now! What of our own merchant ship? Were its weapons not deployed?”

“Yes, Alpha Fleet Leader. It was. The BJP Operatives somehow destroyed this ship.”

Sslolg clenched his powerful jaw so tight, his teeth ached. His venom sack burned with rage, bulging visibly in his neck.

“You fool!” Sslolg screamed so loud that gain filters truncated the audio signal. “Prepare Kelgar Station for my arrival. He slammed his balled fist against the console panel to slice off the transmission. The move gave Choss at least one more week of life before the Alpha Ship arrived.

Events forced not only Sslolg’s hand, but the hand of the Master Plan itself.



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