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Meddlers In Time 

Wayne Watson

 

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2010

 

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or otherwise able to take legal action against me, is purely coincidental.

All the names were pulled out of my memory and applied more or less at random. You ain't that character just because you share a first name and a trade.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

 

Mission: Deep Cover Agent Provocateur 

Infiltrate the Imperium in the 35th century and facilitate a state of total war with Hegemony forces. 

No local assets. 

No retrieval. 

***

Meddlers in Time 

Out of the frying pan, into the fire

I hate getting killed!

It rates right up there as some of my very worst experiences. No matter how or how often it happens I will never get used to it- and I do all I can to avoid it!

Which is not always easy in the more interesting parts of the Empire.!

Getting to where I am now has cost me three lives- at about 1.2 million adjusted Imperials a time!

Sometimes I wish my crew wouldn’t try so hard to recover the running backup with the nasty bits on it, but I know there is usually some valuable lesson there- like how I screwed up and got slotted.

But the more ‘valuable’ the lesson I get to learn, the more I would rather be restored from the last full backup!

Still, it could be worse- after all- I am only one of a very few that get to die another day- in this time and place…

***

Helzin Loyalist Bloc 

Special Operations Group

“I don’t like this operation at all Commander, but I have no other choices. The Imperials are demanding we get the last separatist stronghold cleaned out,” stated Admiral Haverston. “They can’t get the cruisers over the continent to land their Marines until that PA cannon emplacement is taken out. So your company has to kill those guns- your mission is a go!”

Commander Jamieson gave a dry grin. “I had best get the troops moving then, sir!”

“Good luck Commander”, said the Admiral, as Jamieson strode out of his office. “I hope you can do this or I will have to nuke that Continent bare- of 284 million souls…”  

***

Recon Company 

3rd Expeditionary Force 

Helzin Colonial Marines.

“The area is tight,” ordered Jamieson. “Signal Cranston and inform him that Breaker is a go. As of now, nobody enters, nobody leaves this base and all communications are cut off after you call Cranston. We load and move at 2530. Make it happen!”

“Aye Sir” said Andrea, the company clerk, who immediately sent the pre-prepared signal and shut down communications on her tablet.

Wayne turned to his 2IC, Tom Phillips. “Tom, it’s a go- get the troops ready to load up. The advance party moves in 90 minutes.”

Tom gave a casual salute and doubled off towards the company HQ.

Six months of training had just come to a head.

***

Commander Jamieson was one of the first swimmers to reach land. Pulling himself out of the heavy surf onto the rocks at the base of the cliff, he attached a chemical piton to the rocks and waited. As soon as the anchor had cured, he attached the winch and started to wind in his spider line. Waiting for the 5-kilometer monomolecular line to wind in, he flipped down his image intensifier goggles and started to scan the cliff face, looking for the best line. 

***

Jamieson’s alpha team landed, securing the submersible raft and unloading equipment. With the belay anchor for the first leg set, he started the climb, first up a small chimney, then following a crack. As he climbed, he left a trail of hex and cam locks. Climbing may have been a lost art on Helzin, but not to Wayne, who was now exploiting the belief that these cliffs where unscalable. As he climbed, he paused to hammer in plastic pitons for the following climbers to use as hand and footholds. There were plenty of cracks for these- they would not be strong enough to arrest a fall, but would dramatically speed up the climb for the others that would have the benefit of a top-rope.

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