Hell's army officers

by Andrew Komarowski

  — Do not understand? just in case counting sitting in front of him the children and making sure their ten, asked Kharitonov.

  In the beginning of the battle I put on a spare spacesuit repair the anti-grav and put it under the shots of Cyclops. Now it is well to walk along the beach in the intense heat — the ventilation is on top. Will the desire — view. He lies in my "Merlin". But the suits Cyclops shots of our "Crosses" — like a mosquito bite battleship. Stops, tilt — and just... In General, whether on Board the transport, not three, but five or six of their fighters would have torn us to pieces...

  — Where are your heavy weapons?

  — As soon as they turned the jammers, all had at least one scheme, died. Including communications... — his voice Lieutenant Semenov. — If not BK-Ashkali and mileswest, we would have been bad...

  — So. I don't understand how you coped with them? — turning pale, asked the major Rodriguez.

  — Like, Out in the case of transport and asked Hasek to drive into the hole the rocket... with the call by looking at both the senior officers, said Orlov.

  — Sensibly — smiled General, I just don't understand why are you so glum?

  — I repeat. By switching their jammer all had at least one schema that is off-line! And our suits turned into a pile of plastic that is extremely hard to bend. Among other things, to transport the artificial gravity. In order to get to the break, we had to exert himself...

  The General's jaw dropped — to move in the suit with the disconnected control unit was impossible!

  Somehow he coped with surprise, he once again overlooked the making of notes, and, leaning over the table, turned to upset the Demons:

  — In General, of course. I need to find five more ships. To complement analysts unit. Then urgently to develop the spacesuits of a new type that allows to operate in the fields of oppression, and weapons piercing the armor of the Cyclops grunt. To formulate technical requirements for the development of combat vehicles of a new type. Single. To change the program of preparation of the second phase of the Project. Anything else?

  — For the first time to forget about boarding. To give us time to work — it is vital for us to work out the interaction in the group... — muttered the Lieutenant Semenov. — And yet we are like blind kittens...

  — Okay. Then do this: within two or three days, each of you should submit to major Rodriguez report, which I will try to specify everything that prevents you from using your capabilities with maximum efficiency. And now I'd like to see the records of your battles...

  ...To replace the easy-to-read picture crazy flickering spots in the records of dozens of cameras all ships had to use the analytical unit of study. And wait a bit. In a few minutes the virtual model of the battlefield was ready. To include the maximum delay, the led General panel indicators and timers on the bottom border of the hologram and turned on the playback.

  Crazy jump curves monitoring the health of pilots at the time of explosion of the truck forced him to swallow itching to the throat of the lump: whether their place of ordinary people, on the continuation of the operation would soon forget. For the film[18] came to wolves Instead Harry said Conti. Only it's not so simple. Wolves taxied for both. Oh, and his "Merlin", and ours. Using BK-Ashkali. Disgusting feeling. I feel like a pawn...

  — Well, Kharitonov looked at sitting with my eyes closed Volkova and thought, put on a virtual model of his car a light mark.

  The second ship of the enemy burned classically, a textbook, a "star". But with the pair coming to his aid fighters suddenly had problems: looking at the maneuvers that were made by the two Cyclops, the General suddenly realized that meant wolves, saying that they lack of flying.

  Is it just me, or does your maneuvers are misaligned? asked Kharitonov, catching myself thinking that he sees "Krechetov" a clear picture of the battlefield.

  — There is no pattern... — frowned wolves. — I tried to take "unity" and "two" under complete control, but couldn't. I had a feeling that I resist. Apparently, not enough skill...

  — Is it me... Lieutenant Williams blushed. — I took Semenov and confused. Do not understand how to operate it. And how to break the link...

  Meanwhile, the "Merlin" Lieutenant Volkova started to throw in space, and at some point he managed to be deployed to the nozzle flying right at him the two Cyclops!

  — What was it? — stopping model, jerked Kharitonov. — What is your "Merlin", Lieutenant?

  — Tried to get a couple of Cyclops to split up, sir... — the Guy raised his head and quietly looked at the General. — It seemed to me that the situation is out of control...

  — What did you do it? skeptically asked Kharitonov, once again, scrolling in the head crazy of the evolution of a fighter.

  — Play, sir.

  — Logical... — chuckled the major, Rodriguez, and, without waiting for the General to reach the sensor, touched the control panel.

  Maneuver, after which driven the enemy two lost weapons pylon, caused the General to flinch — according to the figures, tested Volkov overload was almost the limit for his body. But immediately after its completion, the pilot managed time to give the command to launch anti-ship torpedoes!

  — Crazy... looking at the charts under the model advanced eyes in surprise, mumbled mayor Rodriguez. You and Orlova were to lose consciousness!

  — Resist... — shrugged Lieutenant.

  ...The way down was the fourth fighter of the Cyclops, General almost never seen. Thought. And, when the three joined the "Merlin", the bustle of the superstructure of an enemy vehicle, decided that viewing the record the Board can wait.

  — Gentlemen! — got up from the chair and going round the table, commanding voice said Kharitonov.

  At the same moment he was facing a line of ten people, with face brick and expressionless "constitutional" views, abutting the nose of the authorities.

  — For special merits before the Terran Confederation, the entire staff of the division was awarded order of Silver Stars! Lieutenant Volkov is appointed by the unit commander Demon, with the awarding of the next military rank senior Lieutenant. Lieutenant Semenov, Williams, Krause, Hasek and senior Lieutenant Volkov get the badge "Master-pilot". The entire staff of the division receives a cash award in the amount of five hundred thousand credits and a two-day vacation. Thank you for your service!

  — Serve The Confederacy! — roared the officers...

  Barracks separate company for the second fighter regiment of the Sixth fleet was located directly on the territory of the cosmodrome. On the opposite Tower side. The squat one-storey building of dirty-green colour with a complex of subsidiary buildings surrounded by a tall fence and having ten private boarding squares, indistinguishable from thousands of similar structures scattered across the planets of the Confederation. Therefore, getting out of his "Merlin" and after admiring the slender ranks of "Tornado" standing a few hundred meters from the barracks, the Ira did not at first pay any attention to the appearance of the officers, with interest looked at the landed ships. And, waiting until Victor completes the connection of the fighter to the tires of the Elevator articled, lazily glancing around. But Ellen, Spinosa duties of the first issue at Ford, too, and came out of the ship, immediately understand the difference.

  Hey, Orlov, and boys-here is not small. Even it is strange somehow...

  Turning his head towards a shabby "Drops", next to which lazily hung around the person eight half-naked officers, Irina stared. indeed, each of the soldiers resembled a graduate of the first phase of the Project. However, only growth and size — with the plastic and sharp movements of Demons was better.

  — Cute is? — appeared at Conti grin, he looked at Williams and then ran into a snide response:

  How do I know what kind of boys do you like? Go see for yourself. Maybe someone will choose...

  — You... angry — offended man. — I have to try, fool! And what you see in your life besides your teammates?

  — We was lucky with them... — s
miled Orlov. — But you can sympathize. If it is not our concern at all would die from boredom...

  — Why care? — I do not understand Williams. At least one transition in hyperspace, but he felt like a man... remembering the appearance of the doll Ricky, Irina burst out laughing and noticing that Victor got out of the ship, sent my partner a kiss.

  Okay, talkers, and went to introduce myself to the local authorities... wolves with a gesture gagged not a little perturbed by the collisions Conti and first headed for the entrance to the barracks. Behind him, scoring back backpacks with personal belongings, moved the rest.

  — Don't you think there's something wrong? — after Irina going to the barracks, mentally asked her Williams. — No jokes! For the guys, no one clings...

  Yeah! — looking at the nearest grunt, Orlov said in surprise. — And in the eyes of hatred! What the hell?

  — Could you tell me how to find captain Becker? — located right next to the duty officer at division, meanwhile, asked wolf.

  Is it in the dash. Minus the fourth tier. Second door on the right. If you want to summon him here, sir! — stretched out on a rack "quietly", said the Lieutenant, angrily looking at Vic. Wait a minute.

  — What's wrong with him? That he bends? — in General, the channel asked Williams. — Either I'm blind, or wolves while the Lieutenant's epaulets...

  — What are epaulets? Vic decimated by the Minister of defence! Just on a General run... — chuckled in response Semenov. — Look, what become!

  ...He saw the face of captain Becker coming out of the Elevator, the wolves frantically whirled his head, staring at everyone in the corridor officer.

  — Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen... is frozen before the formation of Demons, began the captain, ' Welcome to the land of Werewolves. Captain Johann Becker. Please follow me — I'll show you to your rooms. There and talk...

  — Hey, Vic, what are you on it? — seeing envy in the eyes Volkova asked sarcastically Williams.

  — I all life dreamed to become a Werewolf... is also mentally answered her wolves. Eight years in the Academy was waiting for the release... and waited...

  — Garbage! — smiled Hasek. — You now will handicap each of them...

  Dam. But only because I did so... Victor won't support it fun. — And they fly learned! Raskino feel?

  — Vic! You're wrong... — his voice Helmut. Werewolves, Demons, planetary infantry. All this — only the names. There's Cyclops, is humanity. At the moment, the purpose of mankind is one: to win. Therefore, we and modified. Good or bad — will show time. Personally, I am glad that I was chosen in the Draft: today I saw firsthand how these creatures are dying. And ALREADY as happy as ever...

  — I did not come... — she escaped from Helen. — Still see the flickering that damn "two"...

  — Gentlemen, here are your rooms... — located near the door with a plastic number "12" at the face, murmured captain Becker. — From the twelfth to the sixteenth. Access codes to activate themselves. In five minutes we are waiting for you in the tactical class at the end of the corridor...

  ... So, gentlemen, as you probably have guessed, ensuring secrecy of your stay in Lagos charged me... waiting for when the class will tumble slightly pripodnimaet Williams, drily said the captain. — Therefore, I would like to bring to you some requests. May not be hostile to each other — it requests. As I very in detail explainedthat the only person whose orders you have to do is Colonel Ridley. So, requests. For all you foreign pilots from my company. Werewolves. So from now on your Callsign is Delta. From the one hundred and first to a hundred and five. Further, the base and the spaceport will move in suits aircrew HQs with stripes my division. Not gonna lie — I'm not used to a sign of belonging to the elite of the VKS was put on the jackets of those who have no Werewolves nothing. And my people don't like it. Therefore, despite the received clarificationcertain friction between you will. If possible, try not to bully — boys they are proud of and you can accidentally mash. At your height and weight can not hope: Werewolves — it's not a call girl. And harsh even for a moose as you...

  — About as! — mentally commented on his speech the irrepressible Ricky. — And we, like, girls... Although he's on to something! Two girls among us still there...

  You're dead, Conti... promised him Williams. — After the conversation, start to dig a trench full profile. And order band — the funeral will be solemn. But short...

  — Give a listen... in the General channel of the wolves barked. — Then pocobutas...

  — especially do not recommend unless absolutely necessary to get out of their rooms at night and to go to the bar "Bent horseshoe"... — continued to broadcast Becker. The last is a favorite place for fights in the whole garrison, and without the help of my boys, you'd have tight. And to wait for her, as you know, you have a long...

  — Excuse me, captain? — "confused" asked Gomez. — Why we should not leave the room at night?

  — My location... look at it like a clinical idiot, the captain said. — I live in the city. And so my guys can upset...

  — As I understand it, all other recommendations in the same spirit? — Andrew asked the wolves. — Sorry you've been fattened. If you weren't so major, I came to the barracks of the Marines...

  All, Consider that your wishes are voiced. Now, if you please remember me requirements. So, tomorrow, I need a key-card to five serviceable and ready for flight training "Tornado", as well as full access to fitness classes, divisions and free time for me and my fighters. Next, you need to remove from flying two dozen of the best pilots I need them for training fighting my unit. I need landing boat type "Drop" for free movement at the spaceport. And again. Highly recommend you explain to your subordinates that any attempt to clarify the relationship with the people in this room officers will end in tears...

  — You are to report? — contemptuously looking at Victor, the captain grimaced.

  — The report? What report? — I do not understand wolves.

  — Colonel Ridley. A complaint against those who have offended... — hrustnuv fists, viciously grinned Becker.

  Williams laughed. After it Ricky snickered, and then everyone else.

  — What's so funny about my words? — ozverev, growled Becker.

  — Let's move this conversation tomorrow... but asking the guys to calm down, said Volkov. And can not restrain his subordinates: registration registration. Except my requirements remain in force. Tomorrow at eight thirty I need five "Tornado". Yet without your pilots...

  ...Waiting until Fiesty, Becker will go about their business, Orlova sat on his knees for his beloved man and hugged his neck, quietly asked:

  — Dear! Why do we need "Tornado"?

  — Right, Vic, they need to figure? And what are these workouts? And a vacation? frowning, asked Ricky.

  — I think that the holidays we should move on then... — sigh of wolves — I Have a bad feeling about this...

  I agree with Vic... — supported commander Williams. — Than to shy away in the clubs, it is better to work with the BC-Cup...

  And to pull the second... — nodded the wolves. — So tomorrow is the first change to "Tornado", and the second will take "Merlin".

  — BK-alkami will be a problem... — chuckled Semenov. In "Tornado" there is no amplifiers. Will have to fly on the shunts. And with standard iskinom.

  — That will show the class chuckled to himself Gomez. — And that to be cool on the "Merlin" is not so hard...

  "To walk" in the barracks late in the evening wanted all of them. And everyone, with the exception that my irishki, persistently argued that "capable of everything and more". Hence my decision to go together with Ricky received a hostile reception. In the room was such a ruckus that I had to punch ku-varnish on the table and ask the names of the two best melee in the Project.

  You and Conti... Williams has his hands on his hips. — And so what?

  Vic is right... almost — hurt look at me, sighed Orlov. — Go crowd — idiocy. They'll think
we're afraid. Alone — no sense, since they'll think we've exposed the best. And, even in defeat, will continue to cling to the others. Go deuce — optimally, but the composition needs to be different. Mixed pair. Who can think that in this format we are able to give the maximum efficiency?

  And Vick does not need to go... he said Gomez. If someone blurts out that you're five minutes to the Werewolf, your victory will be deemed the result of training at the Academy...

  Ha! So I go and Harry — jumped to the ceiling, shrieked Williams. — Take your seats according to the bought tickets. Stream starts...

  Not agree with the arguments of the Ira I could not, therefore, reluctantly nodded and cowered away from the kiss joyful impossibly Ellen, switched its signal from cameras to the unit, holovideo...

  ...A couple, walking down the corridor minus the third tier of barracks, which was located at the living room of Werewolves looked extremely colorful: Harry, dressed in a flight uniform with stripes videoconferencing Werewolves on the shoulder and chest, kept under the hand of the hottie in a mini skirt and a top with a neckline up to eight people. However, the latter somehow walked barefoot, but the views counter officers plus low did not fall...

  — Begins... — in the General channel of mileslas chuckled Ford. See boys about the penultimate door? If I'm not mistaken, now they will try to hurt me...

  — We need you... — swimming in undressing men, giggled Helen. — Your black bald head prevent them to admire me, Goosey...

  — I said nothing Tits dump... — grumpy muttered Harry and heartily stepped on him substituted by someone of the Werewolves leg. And "confusion" looked at her master: — Oh, sorry! I think I broke you...

  ...For adequate perception of the scuffle had to connect to BC. Werewolves worked extremely brutal, but not death blows, which rained down on "the deuce", was designed for severe fractures, dislocations or concussions. However, feeling that their attacks go nowhere, all four of the aggressor increased in speed and earned a foul.