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ULTIMATE DUTY Snippets
A military officer must choose between her sworn duty or her rebellious blood ties.
Facing a life of drudgery on a repressive factory planet, Remy Belieux longs to escape. Her only option for release is to enlist in the Space Service, becoming a soldier for her own world’s oppressors.
She receives her first assignment: guarding a charismatic rebel leader being transported to a prison planet. When rebel troops surprise them, Remy fails to thwart the ambush. Despite a commendation from her Captain, she feels she must redeem herself by recapturing the handsome fugitive.
Shocked by what she learns during the pursuit–her own family’s past involvement in the rebellion–Remy faces a dilemma: remain loyal to the oath she swore as a soldier or join the rebel cause and condemn herself to a death sentence for treason. What is her ULTIMATE DUTY?
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Excerpt:
The Starbird reached Syrtia and entered
stationary orbit. The prison did not allow ships of any type to land,
so Captain Herrick radioed the prison to send a shuttle for the
prisoner. He included all of the preplanned codes to ensure security,
and the prison answered as required.
When the shuttle arrived, it docked in
the ship’s small transfer port. Once the connection was secured,
Borinsky opened the port bay door. The guards handed transfers to
Captain Herrick. He examined them briefly, then placed his mark on
the electronic copy. Remy had already shackled Phillip for the move
to the prison shuttle. She considered adding leg shackles, but
thought she might leave him a little dignity.
“You know,” he said, “you made
this trip almost pleasant, Remy. Thank you for your company. Maybe we
will meet again.” Phillip held out his right hand, trailing his
cuffed left hand below.
Remy began to raise her hand to shake
his, but thought better of it. She’d be opening herself to a
potential attack. “I doubt it, but I...it was a pleasure to meet
you as well. You’re not quite the monster they’ve made you out to
be.”
“I hope not, my dear lady.” He
smiled at her and walked the few steps across the Con to join the
guards. Remy felt her cheeks flush at the endearment. Then, she shook
off her feeling of sadness. No matter how charming he might be, he
was still a traitor. The courts decided his punishment, so it must be
fair.
Still, she felt a twinge when the
guards secured Phillip’s legs with a chain and ankle cuffs. They
moved in a single file toward the narrow hatch, when Herrick called
out. “Wait!”
The rear guard turned to Herrick. “What
is it, Captain?”
Herrick stepped over and thrust out the
transfer manifest. “The warden’s approval. I know him, and this
is not his imprint.”
The guard took the transfer and
examined it. “No, I guess it isn’t,” he said, then swung his
weapon upward, smashing the barrel into Herrick’s temple. Herrick
stumbled and fell to the deck. The guard raised his weapon again.
Remy leaped forward and slashed down on
the guard’s arm, knocking his weapon out of his hands. With a
swinging kick, she hit his face, knocking him aside. Another stepped
forward raising his gun. Remy grabbed the barrel and swung him
around, flinging him away. She kicked his downed weapon to Borinsky.
“Grab it,” she yelled, but Borinsky had knelt next to the captain
and didn’t try to capture the blaster.
Remy swore and whipped her body around,
giving the second guard a roundhouse kick in the face. With both
guards down, she glanced at Phillip, but he just stood still, a
slight smile curving his lips. She saw movement from the airlock.
“Now what?” she muttered and took two long strides forward.
She grabbed Phillip’s cuffs and
twisted the chain around her own wrist. If she could take him hostage
again, she’d have a chance. Another guard rushed in through the
lock and pointed his weapon at Remy. She wrapped an arm around
Phillip’s neck. “Stop or I’ll break his neck!”
Phillip let out a strangled groan.
“Believe her,” he gasped.
The guard nodded and strode toward
Captain Herrick. The man kicked Borinsky in the chest, knocking him
backward. Swinging the barrel of his blaster downward, he pressed the
end against Herrick’s bleeding temple. “Let go of him, or I will
kill your captain. Believe me.”
Remy hesitated, then loosened her grip
on Phillip’s neck. He unwrapped the chain from her wrist as she
raised her arms in surrender. Phillip stepped away from her. “I’m
sorry, Remy. I hoped this would go smoothly and no one would be hurt.
Unfortunately, your captain seems to be a stickler for details.”
She glanced at Herrick and the guard,
gauging her chances of reaching him before he could pull the trigger.
She was fast, but not that fast. A second man came through the
airlock and took position next to the guard who had the drop on them.
He pointed his own weapon toward her.
The captain lay groaning on the deck.
Borinsky had gotten up from the floor, but stayed crouched by
Herrick’s side.
Phillip stepped into the open airlock.
“Come with us, Remy.”
Remy shook her head. She knew Phillip
believed in what he was fighting for, but now he’d injured her
superior officer. Her duty to her captain came first.
“Too bad,” Phillip said, then he
turned back to the airlock. The guards stepped backward toward the
lock, holding their weapons pointed at Remy.
“You can’t leave unless we close
the hatch,” she said, trying to stall them.
“Then, please do so.” Phillip
nodded toward the control panel.
Remy folded her arms and glared at
Phillip. “I can’t do that.”
One of the guards shifted his weapon
toward Borinsky, who looked up from his place by the captain. He rose
with his hands up and pressed the cycle button. As the hatch closed,
Phillip raised his bound hands again and saluted Remy.
“I hope we’ll meet again.”
When the hatch closed, Remy lowered her
hands. Yes, maybe we will, but next time I won’t let down my
guard. Phillip Vincente wouldn’t live through their next
encounter, if there was one. She hurried to get the medi-kit from the
lounge.
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