Cry Havoc Chapter 10 excerpts

Arriving at the Engineering Department, he found Vendetta talking with Bill.

As Warlord approached, “Hello. You must be Vendetta. I am Warlord, one of the Walking Pilot training officers.”

“Your here to take Vendetta away from me?” asked Bill.

“That’s the plan.” said Warlord.

Vendetta turned toward Warlord, “Good day, sir. I am pleased to meet you.”

“Are you ready to get to work?”

“Yes, Sir.

Glad to hear his enthusiasm, “Let’s do a quick tour of the Clan’s operations and training facilities.”

“Sounds good to me, sir.”

As they walked, Warlord introduced him to every Clan member he saw as he pointed out prominent buildings such as the Operations building, the bar and grille frequented by the Clan, Vendetta’s living quarters and the mess hall the Clan used. He showed Vendetta the simulator building and last but not least the Training building. As they entered, Warlord pointed out the various offices along the way to the eventual destination of the personnel office.

“This is personnel, where you’ll officially become a Clan member and a Walking Pilot. Here you’ll fill out your payroll, personal and contact information. Training starts tomorrow. You need to report to training at 0600 hours. Breakfast starts at 0500 hours for Clan members. I’ll give you a training schedule every day. One day we will train in the simulator. Other days you’ll be in the field. Training there is more realistic. We use live ammo and the other side shoots back. People refer to it as combat. Stay here a minute.” said Warlord.

He turned and retreated into his office. Upon his return he had three enormous books Vendetta imagined weighing 50 pounds each.

Warlord gave them to Vendetta, “Here are your study manuals for the Mars, Hermes, and Aragorn. These are the three bots we train in the simulator. Training in other bots will be conducted in the field. Memorize the systems of each bot and what each emergency enunciator light means by 0600 hours tomorrow. There’s only 40 enunciator lights on Aragon, 53 on the Hermes and 81 on the MARS.” Warlord saw Vendetta’s eyes getting bigger and bigger the longer he talked.

“It’s drinking from a fire hose. So, open wide and hold on. I’ll see you at 0600 hours. Oh. by the way the mess hall opens for lunch in 15 minutes. It might be a good time to feed your body while you are feeding your brain.” said Warlord.

He then disappeared into his office and shut his door. Vendetta standing in the hall entered the personnel office to complete his paperwork. Then, as Warlord suggested, he headed toward the mess hall for lunch. As Vendetta walked, clinging to his manuals, he kept thinking to himself, “How did I get here?”

Once he arrived, he placed the enormous books on a table he wanted to sit at, then left to choose his food. Shortly after returning, Fuqit and Achilles sat beside Vendetta.

“It looks as if someone is hooking up to Warlords fire hose.” Fuqit said.

Achilles looking questionably at his friend, “Don’t pay mind to him. I spend each solar day not listening to a thing he says. Warlord isn’t that hard to please. The only thing he checks is your judgment. If it’s good, you will get along just fine.”

Vendetta, peering up at Fuqit and Achilles as he ate, looked puzzled. Seeing Vendetta’s confusion with them, “You must be the Beacon Boy?” said Fuqit.

Vendetta taken aback, “Beacon Boy?”

Achilles while looking at Vendetta’s food and scooping potatoes from Vendetta’s tray with his finger, “Yeah, the Pilot Emergency Locator Beacon that Futu picked off the asteroid. You were the one in it, right?”

Vendetta cringed at Achille’s table manners, “Gentlemen, you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I do not know yours.”

“Sorry, we’re not big on manners. I’m Achilles. This is my friend, with little to no couth, Fuqit. Welcome to the Dogs.”

“It’s good to meet you and Fuqit. I’m Vendetta.

“Did your mother give you that name?” asked Fuqit.

“Don’t pay mind to him he has Terete Syndrome. Is that your call sign, Vendetta?” asked Achilles.

Vendetta becoming even more concerned for his personal safety, “Yes. I got it from an old Earth movie called V for Vendetta.”

As Achilles was about to speak, Deer Hunter and Russ sat at the table. As they took their seat, Deer Hunter and Russ introduced themselves.

“You’re the new guy?” asked Deer Hunter.

“Yes, I am.” said Vendetta.

“So, what is your call sign?” asked Russ.

      “It’s Vendetta.” said Vendetta.

“I’ll call you V.”

As Vendetta was wondering what planet these guys came from, 2B sat at the

 2B, talking to the Commanders, “Ok, you poor excuses for living organisms, cut Vendetta some slack. He developed and designed the Cryo-unit at headquarters being combed over by their engineers. From what I hear, they are still scratching their heads. He helped Bill in engineering to develop a prototype for a scanner to reveal stealth fighters and Hangars Ships. You can hold off on the wise cracks until he knows who he is dealing with.”

“All I wanted to do is study for training tomorrow.” Vendetta said.

Deer Hunter leaned over to Vendetta, “red, means shut down as soon as possible, yellow, means shutdown as soon as practical. Warlord isn’t expecting you to know each one. Make sure you know what a red and yellow light mean. Know the systems on the bots and the emergency procedures for each enunciator light. There’re similarities in the three. Eat your food and get the hell out of here. This area, with these guys present, isn’t conducive for study.”

Vendetta took Deer Hunter’s suggestion. Saying nothing, he ate his food and left to go back to his room. Vendetta remembered Deer Hunter’s advice concerning the meaning of red and yellow enunciators lights. While studying the different systems, he looked for similarities in each. By 0200 hours, he felt good about his knowledge of the three bots and set his alarm for three hours later.

The entire night, he dreamed of red and yellow lights.

Published by M.Short

As a 19 year old CW2 helicopter combat pilot, M. Short served as an aircraft commander being awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross, Bronze Star and eleven Combat Air Medals while serving the U.S. Army in the Vietnam war. His passion for Science Fiction and his experiences in combat as a pilot gave him his inspiration for the series -A Saga of Dogs of War. A Mercenaries Story. His series starts in 2235 after the Earth starts to heal from a cataclysmic event. The series follows the lives and experiences of one mercenary clan as they reclaim the Earth for their corporate sponsor, XTECH.

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