Ficlets

“Give the Nanites time, Master Chief” the Flight Surgeon fumed as she helped me back onto the examining table. Her attention quickly shifted to Spc. Esparza who just began to vomit.

Cryofreeze is the hardest part of FTL travel; even with 3 tours of duty to the Outer Rim, I still dreaded the ‘freeze’, but I learned not eat 24 hours before going under. Esparza just learned that lesson.

“Chief, get your team suited up after the doc clears you.” Captain McKenna tossed the vidscreen in my lap as he barged into the Medical Bay. “We have a situation.”

The vidscreen summerized the details:
after exiting warp, Comm tried to hail Del Mora Station; Solar flares from the nearby star interfered; No response to hails

docked with Del Mora yesterday; still receiving no response to our hails.

Varshun freighter in orbit around Darquin Prime.

Varshun may have overrun the station; Thawing Marines to do a forced entry.

“Mount up Marines!” I laid the vidscreen on the table and headed to the Armory.