Excerpts from Chapter 1

The radio crackled. As they crowded around the radio, they heard a person shouting, “Anyone …read …mission…is Rick calling…who can…low on supplies… Commander Richards left…squad…to find…supplies…morale low…no… from Richards…anyone hear me…. Reply.”

The transmission ended.

After the transmission ended, Futu, Stimpy, and Dispatch talked among themselves to figure out what they had heard.

 “It sounded as if he was making a distress call. I heard him say something regarding lack of supplies.”, Futu said.

 “Yes, he did. Did I hear the name Richards?”, Stimpy said.

 “Yes. I could make that out, no question.”, Dispatch said.

 “Hearing Richard’s name again doesn’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling. What did he say Richards was doing?”, Futu asked.
“He mentioned Richards left with a squad to find something.”, Dispatch said.

 “Were we able to locate the source of the transmission.”, Stimpy asked.

 “No, sir. It was too short. Very weak and broken.”, Dispatch said.

 “I heard the name Rick. Sounded as if he was in real trouble. Anyone ever hear that call sign before today?”, Stimpy said.

Both Futu and Dispatch shook their head.

 “Do you think you can get this Rick guy back on the radio? We need more information.”, Futu asked.

 “What was he telling us regarding his supplies? You think our sponsor maybe able to shed light on the matter?”, a puzzled Stimpy said

“We can try. It is a new relationship. Reggie is not an easy read. He may not be in the sharing mood.”, Futu said.

As Dispatch, tried to get Rick on the radio with no success, Stimpy walked toward the radio. Futu had left Dispatch heading back to his office to make his call to Reggie.

“Dispatch let me send a transmission in the blind. His radio might receive transmissions. It sounded as if he needed to hear another person’s voice.”, Stimpy said.

      “I am Commander Stimpy with DOW on WTF base transmitting in the blind. Rick, we received your transmission. We too are facing challenges. Sometimes the situation seems bleak, but we must not waiver. A twentieth century American General said there is no substitute for Victory. It must resolve us to carry on our Clan’s tradition of adapting to situations and overcoming challenges. Keep the faith, Rick, Keep the faith.”, Stimpy said.

 “Wow, that was great, sir. I hope he heard it.”, Dispatch said.

 “Well, a good pep-talk never hurt. If you get a response to my transmission, let me know. I’m heading back to my office. You can reach me there if you need me.”

 “Yes, sir. If I hear from him again, I will call you.”

Stimpy smiled with two thumbs up, then exited Dispatch heading back to his office.

Futu entered his office and shut the door behind him. Futu sat in his chair sighing, “I hope this goes well.” He dialed Reggie’s number, listening to the communicator buzz in his ear.
“Hello Futu.”, Reggie said.

 “Hello Reggie. I wanted to check in with you to see if we might share information.”, Futu said.

“I guess that depends on what information you want shared?”

“We received a radio transmission from an unknown source a few minutes ago. The transmission alluded to an attack and the lack of supplies. The transmission mentioned a Commander named Richards. Is there any information you can share with us? We have concerns.”

“I guess you deserve to know what is happening. The Trade Federation is conducting a strike. They want to renegotiate their agreement with the corporations. I am assured they will reach an amiable agreement in a few more days. XTECH expected this move by them and have increased our supply levels to sustain our Proxy Clans for several months.”

 “We are gun shy here, Reggie. Our last Clan Leader kept us like a mushroom, covered with crap and kept in the dark. We need transparency, and we need you to keep us informed if any problems arise. For now, we are good. Just remember, we work better in the light.”

“You and your Clan are fine. There will be no problems that we can’t fix.”

“I hope so. I got my Clan into this and I don’t want to tell them we may have supply problems.”

“Nothing will go wrong, Futu. We’ve been working to get you guys for a while and we will not endanger our relationship.”

“What should we think about this transmission?”

 “I’ll check it out, but it sounds as if the poor bastard got hooked up with the wrong people. You’ve heard the stories about Richards. He’d cut your throat if it involved money. You guys have proven yourselves. We will prove ourselves to you. You have nice digs, right? Plenty of parts and supplies, not to mention four Hangar Ships. We have done everything we promised. There will be no mushrooms on WTF.”

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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