Yasu had created a team and risen to the top of the leader boards in short order. Then Salchar and his rabble, who called themselves Mecha Tail, had come onto the scene. They were better trained and hungry for the title of Mecha Warriors, and from that came winning the Mecha Assault Two World Championships.
At the title match, Yasu’s Samurai Revenge and Mecha Tail were about to go head to head when the Syndicate disrupted everyone’s lives and literally pulled people from Earth in sealed metal boxes. Yasu had awoken in what would later be termed as a squad pod, with Salchar dropping onto his face.
For months, Yasu’s loathing for the man continued. Yet, although she didn’t realize it, she understood that Salchar’s ways—which she had found “dishonorable” in MAT—were exactly the kinds of things that the humans who had been “recruited” needed.
While she had been focused on her hatred for him, he had looked after everyone. He built rules, something that people could hold onto, to keep their humanity.
Wedding fights had come as a shock to her. The purpose of the fights, they later learned, was to pair humans to get them to reproduce. The Syndicate wanted soldiers for their Mecha Corps; the easiest way was to get the soldiers to reproduce rather than having to constantly take people from their home planet.
Humans, as well as the other slave races—Kuruvians and Sarenmenti—were to birth children who would be subjected to systematic brainwashing, making them loyal to the Syndicate, something that was guaranteed with kill switches in the slave races.
Yasu had seen something in Salchar’s eyes when he made her stab him so he wouldn’t have to do her harm. She saw trust, she saw compassion, and she saw hope.
The more Yasu interacted with Salchar, the more confused she became. She wanted to be around him, but that feeling, however, struggled with an inexplicable anger toward him.
Now she sat in what should have been their room. But he never slept there. It made her suspicious and gave her anger meaning.
She had talked to Salchar on many things. She went to every meeting that he hosted every other day. He’d now promoted her to training commander of the entire fleet.
But it did nothing to quell her annoyance that he didn’t talk to her in private. There was always someone around. She wanted to figure out what was going on. Were they still together? No? If not, then what? She slammed her fist into the table, her anger rising.
She had finished training with the Armored Marine Commandos (AMC), or more commonly called Commandos, for the day and was sitting at the large desk in the captain’s quarters. She watched the view screen on the walls, which made it look as if she were in an observation bubble on the outside of the ship, instead of being buried in the heart of it.
Even the peaceful sights of space couldn’t help her. She made a frustrated noise as she held her head in despair, staring at the desk she sat at. She’d been told that James had left his place on the bridge and hadn’t been seen since. All that was known was that his personal protection detail was standing outside of an unknown person’s quarters, with James supposedly inside. She had waited patiently for him to come to their wedding bed.
They’d been married for a year and he’d only slept in the same bed as her once—which she had forced him to—then he’d disappeared before she awoke and hadn’t spoken about it since. He ignored her completely.
He’s with someone else, Takahashi had suggested to her. She wasn’t in total agreement, but something needed to be done.
Her door chimed that someone wanted to come in. Quickly she stood up, about to rush to the door, but she stopped herself just as she was about to press it open. She composed herself, not sure why she was so giddy. It was just an open door. She would not look like some eager schoolgirl. Damn this man. She went back to the desk, unconsciously checking herself over and moving her hair out of her face. She looked at the door, projecting the right combination of power, strength, and seemingly uncaring while keeping her femininity.
She pressed the button on the desk as the door opened, revealing Takahashi. Yasu slumped as her old teacher walked in.
“I see he is not here.” His voice was dark and annoyed.
“No.” She didn’t want to say anything more to set him off, as she knew defending James would.
“Yasu, you must find this wench he is holding as a concubine and remove her. It is improper for a man and wife to have a middling in their relationship!” His voice settled into the old tone she remembered from her lessons. They seemed to be a lifetime ago. “You need to confront him.”
Her anger simmered as she looked away. The look of disappointment in his eyes made her want to lash out. She looked at the scene around the room, but it only made her think of James and the possibility that he’d found some other woman to warm his bed.
She remembered the red eyes and tougher skin that she had cursed on him for eternity when he’d battled Krom. Is he doing this out of spite?
“You dishonor your name the longer you don’t do anything. He might even give her a child behind your back,” Takahashi said.
She tried to clear her thoughts but the feelings of betrayal filled her. Is that what I’m feeling? How can’t I know my own thoughts!? She pushed the chair beside her away angrily and turned to Takahashi.
“Look at what a fool he’s made you appear.” His tone was sad.
“We will talk, and you will be silent,” she growled, fire filling her.
He nodded, getting out of her way.
She moved in her Mecha. It was sweaty from her training just a few minutes earlier. Though none of the fatigue from fighting weighed on her—anger gave her new energy.
She left Takahashi in her wake as the Sato sisters lounged around her door. A look made them stay. Only Takahashi followed.
They didn’t say anything as they rode in the lift to find the door with Janice and Dave sitting outside. Janice and Yasu had become quick friends, and Dave was a nice man, gentle and kind. Though he knew his detail and he was as ready as any of James’s protection detail to pull the trigger if need be.
They greeted her as she walked up to them.
“I’m here to see James.”
“He’s, uh, asleep, I think,” Dave said.
Yasu looked to Janice, who nodded. Well, it looked as if Janice wasn’t as good of a friend as she thought. Yasu winced inside as the woman she thought was her friend covered up for her husband’s infidelity. Yet, at the same time, she felt respect toward the two of them, who would not disrupt their leader’s privacy for anything.
Her retort was stopped in her throat as she felt her Mecha lock up. Someone had pressed her maintenance switch, locking up her Mecha. Takahashi! She saw Takahashi punch Dave in the face; a kick sent Janice down the hall before she could react.
Takahashi’s blade cut through the hatches that locked the bolts. His boot followed quickly after as he rolled into the room.
Rounds spat from the room, hitting his visor as he continued forward.
Rude Awakening
They’d killed Janice and Dave and they were coming for me. I rolled off my bed, now fully awake as my hatch slammed into the cot I’d been sleeping in seconds earlier. I snapped off quick, precise shots with my ever-present rail pistol, changing from visor to joints as I reloaded. Whoever my assailant was, they were good. They continued no matter where I shot them.
I dove to my desk. It didn’t just hold my spare battle suits. I unlimbered the plasma cannon underneath it. A plasmid sword raked off the ceiling and walls, landing where I’d been.
“You do not deserve to lead!” he said as I turned to face him.
The Mecha user must’ve seen the plasma rifle as he pulled the hatch from the floor.
Angered and not thinking clearly, I fired and my room became an inferno. The battle suit’s cooling system kicked into overgear as the hood covered my face, but not before I caught some super-heated metal. Air recyclers worked to the max but I could still smell burning skin as pain from across my body registered. I was
used to such pain at this point, so I continued firing at the hatch. The Mecha jumped outside and I followed him, my shots missing as the fire dousing system came online.
I saw movement outside my door, but my hearing was apparently gone as I couldn’t hear anything. I rounded the door, seeing my attacker being tackled by Dave. Janice was shortly behind him, covering a Mecha that was on the ground in its maintenance lockout.
My head covering retracted as the ship’s recycled air was pushed into my face.
The two attackers didn’t struggle as I witnessed them looking at me. I lowered my plasma rifle, the barrel still smoking as it returned to normal temperatures. I woke my implants up, which overlaid a HUD on my surroundings and showed me the IFF of my attackers.
“I should’ve fucking known,” I hissed. Anger coursed through me as my hearing started to come back.
“Commander, are you okay?” Krom crashed out of his room. I could feel his footfalls. Calerd and Shreesht were right behind him, their weapons raised and ready.
“Yes, Krom. Secure them,” I said as Dave and Janice, with Shreesht and Calerd’s help, locked out the Mechas.
“Dave, bring him here and take off his helmet. Janice, if you please, do the same to my dear wife,” I ground out, anger in every word.
Dave ripped the helmet off Takahashi, throwing it in a pile of weaponry down the corridor.
I stared at my attackers. I couldn’t think of them as anything but. Janice removed Yasu’s helmet none too gently as well.
“James, there’s been a—” Yasu said immediately as she found herself able to talk and be heard.
“Misunderstanding? That’s what you’re about to say, right?” I looked at her face, not letting her answer. “Thought so. But there isn’t much to misinterpret when my wife’s subordinate comes into my room after disabling my guards and tries to kill me with his sword while saying I don’t have the right to lead.” My fist tightened and released in anger.
“I thought you had a mistress,” she said, her eyes looking lost.
“Me, have a mistress? DO YOU THINK ME THAT LOW!” I demanded. Lack of sleep, adrenaline, and anger filled me. I took a breath, anger still boiling within me as I talked.
“I actually believe in marriage. I think it’s fantastic. Look at Dave and Janice here. Though some marriages are shit, like yours and mine. Don’t worry, as soon as we get back to Earth, we can have it annulled—burnt and then thrown into the sun. Till then, though, you are my wife. And unfortunately, you will be my first wife for the rest of my life and neither me nor you can damned well change that however much I am wishing I could do so right now!” I turned and slammed my fist into a wall. The pain gave me clarity as I looked at the wall, not looking at Yasu in case I might see the sadness there.
“You will both be charged with attempting to assassinate a fleet officer, stealing Mecha units, damaging Mecha units without reason, damage of a fleet vessel, impersonating fleet personnel. You are stripped of all ranks and titles.” I looked at my little room for a second. Then I turned back to see Takahashi’s face.
“What?” I asked. The damned man had a smile on his face.
“She will never be one with you. You are weak and dishonorable. You have proved your inability to lead. I have shown the fleet that you are nothing but a boy playing commander.”
I felt everyone tense, especially Yasu. A cold smile crossed my face.
“Another person once said that, and you know what, she’s going to the brig with you. I wonder how it works that my dishonorable and weak ass keeps surviving.” I turned as if to walk away. Holding a finger in thought, I turned back to him.
“Wait, did I ever try to kill someone in their sleep?” I walked toward him, my voice becoming louder and heated. “Or barge into their personal affairs instead of asking them what was going on? Have I not fought battles as you have?” I was bare inches from Takahashi’s face. He looked away as if I were some cur.
“Look at me.” My voice was like liquid nitrogen. “I am commander of this fleet and I don’t care what you or anyone else cares to fucking say. I will sacrifice myself right here and now if I could save everyone from dying and stop the Syndicate or anyone from fucking with us. We both know that isn’t going to fucking happen, and I know my people feel the same way, or they should get out of this fleet. I am new to this. I have a hard time figuring things out, but everyone is new to this and I need officers I can rely on. How can I rely on those officers if one of my battalion commanders of ten thousand Commandos attacks me when I’m sleeping?”
His eyes went wide at this question.
“Something that you will not be seeing for a long time,” I grated. He held my gaze as I saw them lose their glow.
“You have lost my faith, Stone Warrior.” With a jerk of my head, Krom took him away; another nod sent Shreesht with him. A Sarenmenti of my protection detail was waiting now as Janice and Dave watched Yasu, their faces emotionless.
“Calerd, get my armor out of the closet, if you will.” I signaled to the Avarian, who nodded, walked into the disaster that was my room and unhooked my Mecha and its power cradle. “Dave, will you please help Janice get Yasu out of her armor?”
They did so rapidly.
“Dave, please retrieve the weaponry from my room and bag it.”
He did so as Calerd exited my closet with my Mecha and its cradle.
“You wanted to know where I was sleeping with my supposed concubine. Well, I guess you can enjoy the comforts I did in an attempt to allow you to be free and not impose our marriage upon you. See, the reason I didn’t sleep in the captain’s quarters was to give you room and to not pressure you, out of respect. Which you, like Takahashi, have lost. Janice, Dave, take her. I’ll take my weapons.”
Dave gave me a bag of the various weapons I’d had in my quarters as Yasu talked.
“James, can we just talk?”
“I was always here for you to talk to, but then you tried to cleave me with a sword. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me; fool me three timeI’m a dead fool. I trust in my weapons and in my people.” I nodded my head to Dave and Janice, who guided Yasu away, her body language dejected as she went willingly. I walked to the lift with Calerd carrying my Mecha in its charging cradle.
I came out of the lift and saw the Sato sisters by the captain’s quarters’ door.
I held the massive plasma rifle up, ready to drop it and level it with them. “I am not in the mood, girls. Yasu and Takahashi already took one crack at me today. So I have little patience. You’re going to report to the Bachelor Battalion and integrate into that unit. Or we can fight it out.” I let a savage grin cross my features. They could tell how much I was spoiling for a fight to let off my aggression.
“Yes, Commander, we—”
“Will take the—”
“First option,” they said in a singsong manner between them.
“Thank you, ladies.” I walked right past them to the captain’s quarters’ hatch. I think my confidence as I came so close to them without flinching or caring made them really re-evaluate their position. I had already planned for them to attack me here, but the attack I expected didn’t come. After a few moments, they walked away, taking the lift to the AMC areas of the ship as I accessed my new quarters.
I spent the next few hours unloading the small armory that had been in my quarters from the bag Dave had collected, placing them around my new quarters as Calerd put my cradle and Mecha in its new spot and waited in my room with his own plasma rifle trained on the door. If anyone came in uninvited, they wouldn’t be doing much of anything else.
I took a shower and some Wake-Ups, and donned a new battle suit Dave had grabbed for me. I walked out feeling worse than I had when I’d gone to sleep, finding four of my protection detail inside my room.
“Sir, we should visit medical first about your injuries,” Krom said in a way that brooked no argument.
“When did you become my babysitter?”
“Since I fi
rst saw you.”
This got a rough exhale from me in lieu of a laugh. “The first time we saw each other we were fighting each other—to the death, if I remember.”
“Yes, sometimes one must teach the other how to survive better.”
I grinned, Krom sharing it with me as I waved my hand. “All right, to the med bay then.”
A lot of prodding and poking later, as well as a bunch of bandages—personally, I think the medical staff was just a bit bored—I came out looking like a mummy when I left. I returned to the bridge.
“CFF on deck!” Rick said, affecting a slight muffling sound to his speech as he grinned.
I shook my head. Of course Rick would be the one to make a joke of it. I couldn’t help but feel a little better with my second-in-command’s antics. At least he hadn’t used my full title.
Officially, my title was Commander of the Free Fleet, but the thing was just too damned long. So CFF worked. Rick and Henry had come up with it, and being my military experts, I was not allowed to say no, or so they said.
I walked to my chair as if I failed to notice all the stares. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t seen my face covered in scars before. Though it was annoying to have them back, it did add a fearsome-looking appearance that I’d lost from being “awakened.”
Rick came over once I was settled in.
“Are you good, sir?”
“Been better but I have other things to worry about than my personal matters. This fleet and our destination being one.”
“Well, we’ve begun braking,” he said immediately, changing to work to take my mind off my personal matters. The man knew me well.
“We’re on schedule for meeting up with the second fleet. Shrift and Tactical have figured out the allotted supplies and worked with the shuttle pilots to figure everything out. It’s going to be a very hectic eight hours before we jump.”
“I want all of that equipment sorted out and the two eclipse ships are to be placed at optimum positions for their deployment. How long till we begin charging the jump drive?”
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