Chapter 8


Checking his watch once more, he made a metal note. It had been 53 hours sense they first set an interception course with the Revel Fleet, which had escaped from the TA lunar base. Folding his arms behind him, leaning back as he placed one foot on top of his desk. He relaxed in his chair, knowing that at any moment they would be making contact with the enemy.

Shifting his head to the left a bit he began to read through a large holographic display, which was projected on his office desk. The hologram displayed the schematics of the newly designed and built Y-Light Cruisers. Along with a list of some of the know perpetrators that participated in their theft. The list of names, included picture ID’s for some as well as gender and age. He noticed that there where a lot of women and children aboard the cruisers.

“Mhh, no matter, the EAP killed her without a seconds notice, or warning, this shall be the same. No fuss no harm.” Marcus chatted to himself as if to tried to justify to himself the reason for what he new was clearly evil and cruel. He began to think back to that day, that dark rainy day. But as his memories began to drift back, to those awful nightmares, a knock at his door pulled him back to the present.
“What the Fuc….” Checking himself Marcus bit back the profanity. Let me give her a chance. He thought. “Come in” Krista opened the door to Marcus office and quarters slowly as if afraid to step into the room. As soon as she saw Marcus she came to attention and maintained a military salute. Marcus merely waved at her, and then motioned her to come in and sit at a nearby couch.

Nervously she walked in and took a seat, holding in her hand a data pad and a few papers. For a few seconds she just studied her new Captain, still amazed at the fact that he held so much power at such a young age, she also noticed his hair and how wild it looked. Like a Lion’s mane, she thought to herself, as she studied him.

“Well, what you want?” Marcus clearly showed in his voice he was beginning to be irritated by her presence.

“Sorry sir,” quickly bowing she presented him with the paper’s and Data card. “I just finished upgrading our communications software as well as a complete overhaul of the ships automatic targeting system. I improved our communications from 92% to 100% efficiency, and the ships automatic targeting is now 96% efficient.” Finishing her sentences with a rather large hint of pride in her work. Krista relaxed a bit more in the comfort of the couch, leaning her back against it.

Thumbing through the Data card Marcus paid little attention to her, until he noticed that she was wearing full TA military uniform and her skirt had moved up, enough to reveal almost something. He looked at her legs for a while not listening to her detailed and technical explanation of how she did the upgrades.

As Krista was talking she soon realized that the captain was preoccupied with looking at something else, rather then paying attention to her. The object of the captain’s curiosity she soon realized was her skirt or rather what was under it.

Almost instantly a boiling rage came over her. To be ignoring her and trying to peek at her was the last thing she ever tolerates from anyone.

Jumping to her feet, Krista walked up directly to his desk and slammed her hand down upon it hard enough to cause the hologram to flicker. “Listen here for 32 hours straight I spent reprogramming and analyzing this entire ships systems. With no help mind you. So the least you could do as my superior, is to acknowledge the amazing job I have done and not try to be looking at me so perversely. Just because you are the Captain does not give you in any way the right to treat me as if I where some piece of meat or object.”

Marcus was taken back by her reaction; he never expected such fire from a sweet looking girl as her. Moving his feet to the floor, Marcus sat up in his chair, and looked her straight in the eyes. “Well done, I reviewed your specs in the Data pad and I find it almost amazing the level of talent you displayed. As for being perverted I was actually looking at the scar you have on your left inner quadriceps. It looked like a stab wound, and it reminded me of the time I was stabbed while in combat. Now here is a piece of advice, next time you think a superior officer is looking at you inappropriately file a complaint, and don’t confront him. You may find yourself in a holding cell for those little outbursts.” He the proceeded to hand over the Data card as well as the papers she gave him.

Krista felt her face become blood red and hot from the embarrassment. Quickly adjusting her glasses she vowed to him, “My apologize Captain it will never happen again. As for my scar I received that when I was in junior high from a bicycle accident.” She quickly saluted and was about to head for the door when Marcus stopped her,

“Yo, yo relax ok, take a deep breath, I am not going take any action against you, I do realize you are young, which by the way I never finished reading your profiles. How old are you?” Running his finger through his hair Marcus smiled at Krista.

“Oh, I am 18 sir, just turned 18 last month.” Nervously Krista stood in front of Marcus desk.

Marcus was about to ask her how she got assigned to his unit, when Arturo’s voice came loud over the intercom. “Ladies and Ladies, get all your panties on cause we have a party to attend. I count 7 big, fat, and juicy ships at 286 degrees starboard. I already have target acquisition on closest… By the way these ships never have been in combat before right? Arturo asked over the intercom. “Hell F.uck no man, they where schedule to launch in three months from now.” Marcus answered as he quickly jumped from his seat and ran to a closet on the opposite wall. Quickly opening it he took out his pilot’s suit.

“Well then this makes them 7 big, fat and juicy Virgins ready to get their cherries popped doesn’t it?” Arturo asked again this time clearly laughing at his own joke.

“But of course my man, did I not tell you I get you the best pussy action the TA army can ever offer.” Marcus said as he took off his captain’s uniform. Arturo’s laughter came loud and clear over the intercom.

“Can you two pigs quit it with the cherry, and pussy jokes. GOD its like I joined the most bad mouth and perverse unit in the whole TA!” Natasha’s voice cut off Arturo’s laughter. “Yeah, Yeah that’s why you always love sleeping with me right.” Marcus said as he took of his boots and threw them to the side.

Krista’s face just kept getting redder and redder at the whole conversation as well as the fact that her Captain was stripping in front of her without a care in the world.

“Hahhahahahahah, sleep with you, What sleep, all you know how to do is come in 5 minutes then snore the rest of the night. I could never sleep with your loud ass.” Natasha said.

“Oh you got shot down captain. PURE OWNAGE Hahaha.” “What’s this I hear Marcus, you the five minute man bro.” Vladimir and Drake also joined in on the conversation both laughing hysterically, along with Marcus and Natasha.

Marcus finished stripping of his uniform and was putting on the pants of his suit when he realized that Krista was still in his office. “hey you still here, what the hell you thinking get to your station we are entering combat!” Marcus looked at her revealing how he came into this world.

“Sir, Yes Sir!” Krista saluted and ran out of his office. Marcus turned his attention back to getting into his suit. A large smile on his face. He always did enjoy easy victories.

The Iron Fist main cannons silently rotated and pointed in the direction of the last Y-Light Cruiser in the convoy. Inside the bridge Arturo smiled as he prepared to open fire with a full powered cannon barrage. He began the startup sequence for the main guns and waited 30 seconds for them be fully charged. At full charge each cannon was capable of 34 megatons in power, this would be more then enough to destroy any unshielded, battleship.

“Alright I want you to begin fire, as soon as I am on the catapult. I will use the beams as cover to sneak into the convoy, undetected; it will also give me enough time to charge up my Boom Stick.” Marcus spoke into the radio in his helmet as he ran down a corridor and into the elevator. Keying in the hanger floor, the lift immediately began to move. “Alright the rest of the 181st I want you all to be in standby in your Shades. I am going out alone.”
As the elevator reached the hanger floor its doors zoomed open and Marcus took of running for his MF, which was docked in the number three scaffold. He passed the rest of the Shade MFs all neatly docked in their own scaffolds.

“Well we are all, already waiting for you mister Commander of the 181st Special ops unit,” A laughing Drake said as he made his MF its head side to side.

“Yeah, how come you the only one that gets to launch? I mean that’s not fair, we all want some action too.” Mika expressed her dissatisfaction with the whole arrangement.

“Listen those ships are full of civilians who will most likely aren’t willing to turn back, so instead of having all of you to go up at a military trial, for crimes against TA civilians, let the blood all fall on my hands. However I do expect back up if anything happens.” Climbing up the scaffolds latter, he quickly reaches the walkway, which is positioned at the chest height of the MF in order to allow the pilot access into the cockpit.

Keying in the identification code the cockpit hatch made a loud hiss and opened up. Jumping in Marcus quickly began to type away at the controls, and initialized the start up sequence.

The eyes of his OZ-054d NFD MF activated, casting a red glow into the hanger. In 30 seconds all launch preparations where completed, and the scaffold holding the MF, separated to allow it to move out. Stepping up to a giant airlock, the MF walked into it, and giant metal doors came up from the ground and sealed it in. Inside Marcus waited as all the air was pumped out, before the outside doors where opened. Once the airlock was at full vacuum, the large metal door, which was colored in a metallic dark blue, opened up revealing before him the majesty of space. Looking serenely at the view he could see the sun shining as a bright beacon, however the earth was almost nothing but a small white dot barely recognizable.

“I do hope they have some MF escorts, else this will be a true slaughter.” Marcus talked to no one in particular. He found himself mesmerized by the beauty and yet harshness of space, his mind drifted for what seemed and eternity. “Alright, Arturo fire away, I will launch in 10 seconds after you open fire.” With his command the forward and left side main cannons all erupted with massive blue, and purple beams of light. The whole Iron Fist became bathed in a bright glow.



“What the Hell, I thought this monkeys didn’t know how to fight. Listen up they are turning around seems they wan to make a fight for it. What the oh fuck incoming fire…” Arturo made the ship do a hard roll to the right as 4 shots from particle guns came bearing in on it. “Ok I am going into full combat, get ready you are going to have a fun ride.”

5 of the Y-light had turned and where headed head on towards the Iron Fist. Each ship fired of its weapons full barrage. Green lasers shot across the Iron Fist Illuminating the ship as they passed it by.

Like a skilled fighter pilot, he piloted the Iron Fist with an almost majestic grace. The ship easily dodged each incoming attack as none of the attacking Y-Lights where actually coordinating their attacks.

Inside his MF Marcus sat watching the brilliant displays of incoming enemy fire. He watched as beam after beam would fly past the ship. Yet the Iron Fist dodged each single one. He quickly keyed in his computer to scan all frequencies until it would pick up the Y-Lights transmissions. Two seconds later he had the frequency open. “This is Captain Marcus Falden, of the 181st Independent Special Forces Unit with the Trinity Alliance. You are currently in position of Trinity Alliance military property. This is crime punishable by immediate execution. Halt all hostile operations immediately. I promise you will not be executed. I have no wish to kill civilians. Surrender immediately, and your lives shall be spared, of course you all going to jail for a while, a long while. No way you going to avoid that. However your children aboard shall be spared your punishment. For them; surrender. You have 4 seconds to comply” He checked his watch at exactly 4 seconds after he finished his transmission, an anti ship laser struck at his MF.

Luckily for Marcus, Arturo had switched the ships M field generator to automatic mode and it had correctly calculated the place of the beams impact. A brilliant flash almost left Marcus blinded as the beam collided with the M field. Enraged Marcus again opened the radio channel, “OH HELL FUCKNO. Let the deaths of you and your comrades be a burden placed upon your heads. You monkeys will learn the price of betrayal to the Holy Trinity Alliance.”

Not waiting for the countdown, he activated the ships catapult, and blasted off in the direction of the 5 attacking Y-Lights. The OZ MF flew through the chaos of incoming fire with lightning speed. Its booster pack shined as bright as a red star.

“Arturo no more warning shots sink them all down.”

“Aye, Aye Captain.” The Iron Fist Main guns quickly moved for their first two victims. Targeting two Y-Lights it took Arturo no more then 30 seconds in between evasive maneuvers to target the ships.


Beams of energy soared through the void of space heading directly towards the two Y-lights. In mere seconds the beams ruptured through the hull of the ship causing flames to outbreak inside the corridors of the ship. The screams of the crew echoed lightly into the surrealistic environment of space as the flames continued to chaotically spread. Within the blink of an eye the ship exploded violently leaving nothing more than a massive glowing ball of swirling fire that soon dissipated shortly after the initial explosion; floating through the darkened canvas all that remained were debris of singed metal.











Bursting through the debris two Y-lights sped hastily towards the Iron Fist. In a fit of rage and desperation both ships fired a barrage of anti-ship weaponry, mainly energy beams. Just as the onslaught of plasma energy approached the Iron Fist a barely visible aura of energy glistened deflecting the oncoming attack. Instinctively 60 missiles launched from the missile pods located on the stern of the Iron Fist. Each missile was equipped with sensor-jamming particles to distort the enemy's radar systems and Fire Control Systems.


"This is pathetic, are they truly from the TA? Haha, just like shooting fish in a barrel they do nothing but squirm, waiting for their demise." Arturo laughed.
The sensor jamming equipment that had recently been equipped onto the warheads of each missile was extremely effective. The pair of Y-Lights that were attacking was thrown into disarray. The failure of their radar systems caused the undermanned ships to disperse from their original formation. The FCS was down forcing the crew members to fire manually, this would decrease the hit ration to about 45% but the lack of training made it even harder for the Iron Fist to be hit and even if it was hit, the M-field would deal with the attacks. It was apparent that the Y-Lights were outclassed in the situation.

In a moment of rage one of the Y-Lights charged blindly towards the Iron Fist entering into the elite ship's firing range. Arturo sighed at the fatal error that he saw in his mind, still he gave no sympathy and ordered all of the deck guns to be fired. Seven beams of pure heated energy engulfed the oncoming Y-light causing various explosions to pierce through the hull. In temperatures that reached up to 767,000 Kelvin the ship and its crew were extinguished in an instant.


Merely giving a seconds glance and the brilliant light emanating from the third Y-Lights death Marcus made his MF twist and turn as it dodged anti MF fire from the last four remaining Y-Lights. Heading straight for the head of the convoy, his MF simply ignored all other ships.