Cardinal's Cross Part 1

Cardinal's Cross Part 1

A Chapter by aaaa
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Part 1 of the first chapter of my new project.

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Of Fire And Prayers

Ch.1 Cardinal’s Cross

He wiggled his toes inside the capsule, and from there proceeded to flex every muscle he could manage. Everything still seemed to be there. He knew that Matter-trans was the safest way to travel in existence; more likely to be mauled by a bear six times in the same day while being struck by lighting than for something to go wrong in a matter-trans. Despite that he never enjoyed the sickly feeling after having his atoms reassembled.

“Sir, you may step out of the station now. You have been decontaminated, and your squad is waiting for you in the other room.” The engineer gave him a thumbs up from behind the console, and looked away to continue monitoring the other capsules. He stepped out of the metal tube and into the room. Ten similar stations lined the walls around the room, and an open archway led into the non-officers matter-trans stations. He had to hold onto the railway as he bounced with every step, and despite the station’s quick rotation it still only was able to produce one tenth earth standard gravity this near the center. In the other room many soldiers were slowly buckling boots and hoisting bags onto their shoulder as they prepared for the load off. The matter-trans room was enormous, nearly a hundred stations in neat rows; it was one of the largest in all of the Intergalactic Congress space.

He reached up to his ear and pressed the small metallic pad to activate his ocular implants, and immediately starred up at the light strips along the ceiling. His display adjusted to filter out the light to the earth standard spectrum. The twinges of pain that came from prolonged exposure to nonstandard light had already started. The ocular implants highlighted the signals from his team’s dog tag chips, and he scratched absentmindedly at the scar the inserting process left on the back of your neck.

Southwest corner, damn. He thought as the he made the bounding low-grav steps. He was going to have to walk all the way to the back of the accursed room, just to have to walk all the way back to the front in this stupid half float. At the back of the room his squad were preparing, the new recruit's pale faces stared around the room nervously. One was even throwing up into a waste receptacle.

“Sir! The squad will be ready shortly,” shouted corpral Jessley as she snapped into a salute.

“Not now Jessley, you’ll scare the new recruits with that attitude,” he replied as he did a quick headcount. Thirteen men including officer and corpral, a standard scout squad, or in other words professional cannon fodder. What made it worse was that he and Jessley were the only ones with any real combat experience. The rest were fresh out of basic training; barely told how to hold a gun. Not that it mattered much. Recruits had never been a problem for the church. There was always another hundred young farm boys from around the allied worlds that wanted to fight for their God. What they really lacked was officers. Before he had only been a casual follower, and only went to church on easter. Then a representative came and offered both him and Jessley a position in the Holy Defense Force, and the pay was better than the Interstellar Navy so they both accepted immediately.

The only two that showed any real promise was the lanky one named Kishry. From what he had heard from his two weeks being their superior she had grown up on icy planet where the average temperature was below freezing in the summer. If it had done anything for her it gave her a steely resolve from the hard work it took to live on that kind of landscape.

The other was the mech engineer Big Tony, who was screwing in a loose bolts to a small scout bot he had apparently built himself out of scraps around the training facility. It was an annoying little machine. He had given it a low level AI chip, so it had about all the intelligence and free will of the average mutt. It’s eight legs clung to Big Tony’s shoulder as it surveyed the room with curious lenses. The man’s broad shoulders had been forged from long hours working in the slums around earth’s mega-city New Rincito. He had caught a break when he was taken in by a old man who ran a body shop, and after that the old guy brought him up in what he believed was the right way.

“Sir! The recruits are ready to go, and Lissle has stopped losing his lunch,” said Jessley as she saluted. She had magnetic boots with her, so she was able to walk in the station normally. It annoyed him to no end.

“Yes, the orders are for us to report to the equipment bay. We’ll get our hardware then the cardinal will give a final send off before we go surface side.” He began to crawl his way back to the front of the room. Behind him the recruits were all making their way through with varying success. Two of the smallest were making their way through like they were born for it, probably pod born those two. He never trusted the ones who grew up in space, always locked in a metal can. It wasn’t good for you, and they were always the ones to go screwy first.

They made their way through the inner habitation ring towards the ladder leading down to the outer one. As they descended the gravity became slightly higher, and by the time it reached the bottom they were standing in about half earth standard. Racks of different equipment lined the walls, and priests stood over the supply stations dousing the supplies in holy water to bless them in their up coming tours.

“Hello my son, may I bless you on your endeavors,” the priest picked up a small devise sitting among the different neural implants littering the supply station. It was in the shape of a small silvery cross, and had a miniature figurine Jesus being crucified atop it. He took the small cross and pressed it firmly onto the skin behind his ear. Each of the points drilled in to his skull painfully, and neural probes dove into his mind where they linked up with interaction hard points that every child had put in at birth.

Mission details and current planet specs superimposed themselves over his vision. It was the one thing he hated about being an officer. Better accommodations, better pay, but the implants always contained at least ten times the information. Filters began to pop up and sift out everything but the vital stats, and he was already halfway across the room by the time they finished.

“Looks like you got the nice one,” teased Jessley through the internal intercom system. The sounds were made through a synthesized speech pattern that was linked up to the inner ear, so private direct conversations could be held between soldiers.

“Stop it, this isn’t the time,” he whispered while having a com link open to Jessley. He looked back to see her give a mocking thumbs up, and behind her the rest of the squad was fixing the neurals in. Vitals from each of the recruits tech feeds popped in as they implants linked up with their internal monitoring system. Their hearts were racing, but that was normal with recruits about to see action. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small squashed pack of cigarettes, taking one out and lighting it slowly. How disappointed they're going to be.



© 2010 aaaa


Author's Note

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there ya go, part two should be out tommorrow, and for all those who are wondering about Two Halves. I am planning on finishing it, eventually. I know exactly what is going to happened, and beleive me. The plot twists contained within the final battle are going to make your head spin.

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Great start! I love the opening to this chapter...Your writing is super-outstanding! ㋡

Posted 14 Years Ago


LOL I like the officer. He reminds me of my uncle. Great job

Posted 14 Years Ago


Good start, left me wanting more.... can't wait to read more

Posted 14 Years Ago


good changes. looking forward to the next section!

Posted 14 Years Ago


i like this, its a very interesting. the charactors are engaging, and its very visual- thats important i think. but i must admit i was thrown off by a few editing issues. misspellings, sentances never finished, and an odd swap from his persective to hers and back to his with no real transistion. also, you don't have to over explain the present tech. i think that sci-fi readers actually like figuring out what the tech is by its context- definitions/explanations are rarely required (example the internal intercom) but still- these are minor issues. i think if you go back over this and fix these the piece will be a very strong start...

Posted 14 Years Ago


You're very good at writing. Your description on everything is wonderful, and your characters are very interesting and not flat. Well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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