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them so I can be paraded on the political stage. I’m so sick of it.”
“What right down to you losing your ear?”
“No, I did that bit myself.”
“What, you shot yourself?”
“No!” said Charles. He was stung by the possibility that she could think him capable of doing that.
“What do you mean then” asked Merry now very keen to get to the bottom of this.
“They got me my posting to the Resolute. I volunteered for the assault on Rollinium. I probably should have been killed there. So many others died there. I got shot but was damm lucky to survive. That’s all.”
Merry could see that he was upset and she reached out with her hand and took his. “I see” she said softly. They stayed silent holding hands for quite a while. Finally Merry leaned over and said “Thank you” and she gave Charles a peck on his cheek. “I better get going. Same time tomorrow?”
Charles nodded.
Chapter 30. Neeblo, Cheklin 0900, 12 September
Felis Draag wore his new Admiral’s uniform like a pauper would wear a business suit. It had taken him twelve long years of service with the Imperial Rogan Fleet to make Commander and then another three as Commander under Admiral Soola. But that was before he shot the Admiral on the deck of the Imperial Rogan Ship (IRS) Kunter, an act that changed his life.
Now four months later he was an Admiral for the Resistance preparing for a showdown that he knew was coming with the Imperialists. He was struggling to come to terms with it all.
Inside an old abandoned factory complex they had setup a command centre in the abandoned industrial area of Neeblo, itself an abandoned city. Signage still proclaimed the wonders of the fighter aircraft that used to be made here. They had long been superseded and rather than retool it was deemed more expedient to build a new plant from scratch in a new industrial area within a new city for a new future.
Felis rubbed his face gingerly. The bruising from his beating at the hands of the ISS thugs was gone but its memory still lingered. It reminded him of his current situation and the deal they had struck with the ISS Director Angina Slirinus. He had been wary about doing the deal but realistically they had little choice.
So far Angina had been true to her word. The ISS had largely left them alone, allowing the Cheklin Resistance leader, his boss, Meelanda Orocash, a free reign to conduct her political rallies. They were getting bigger crowds at each city. It worried Felis. He would have preferred at least a charade. It would not go unnoticed. It was just a question of how long.
But Meelanda had been insistent on the rallies. Not only did it give her a platform to reach the public it enabled her to stitch up the organisational support she needed so they could eventually form an alternate government. As a result, volunteers were pouring in and it was his job to train and employ a good portion of these for security and defence purposes.
He glanced around the big underground area dominated by the large circular holo display and the terminals and workstations that surrounded it. The equipment was now working but it was the staff that worried him. Oh well Angina reckoned it would be a month before the shit hit the fan. He could do a lot in a month.
“Felis” hailed Evie Plentun, the Resistance leader he first encountered aboard the Resolute. Their relationship had initially been of necessity and it had been a difficult one. She had been very reluctant to trust him. But the events of the past month had changed all that. Now he was glad to hear her voice.
“Yes Evie” he responded “How did it go?”
“Biggest rally yet…over a hundred thousand. Meelanda’s exhausted. We’re going to return today.”
“Good.”
“I think so too” said Evie. There was a lightness in her tone that Felis liked a lot. The recent successes were having a beneficial effect on her thought Felis. “I’ll send you our flight plan” said Evie. “I have to
“What right down to you losing your ear?”
“No, I did that bit myself.”
“What, you shot yourself?”
“No!” said Charles. He was stung by the possibility that she could think him capable of doing that.
“What do you mean then” asked Merry now very keen to get to the bottom of this.
“They got me my posting to the Resolute. I volunteered for the assault on Rollinium. I probably should have been killed there. So many others died there. I got shot but was damm lucky to survive. That’s all.”
Merry could see that he was upset and she reached out with her hand and took his. “I see” she said softly. They stayed silent holding hands for quite a while. Finally Merry leaned over and said “Thank you” and she gave Charles a peck on his cheek. “I better get going. Same time tomorrow?”
Charles nodded.
Chapter 30. Neeblo, Cheklin 0900, 12 September
Felis Draag wore his new Admiral’s uniform like a pauper would wear a business suit. It had taken him twelve long years of service with the Imperial Rogan Fleet to make Commander and then another three as Commander under Admiral Soola. But that was before he shot the Admiral on the deck of the Imperial Rogan Ship (IRS) Kunter, an act that changed his life.
Now four months later he was an Admiral for the Resistance preparing for a showdown that he knew was coming with the Imperialists. He was struggling to come to terms with it all.
Inside an old abandoned factory complex they had setup a command centre in the abandoned industrial area of Neeblo, itself an abandoned city. Signage still proclaimed the wonders of the fighter aircraft that used to be made here. They had long been superseded and rather than retool it was deemed more expedient to build a new plant from scratch in a new industrial area within a new city for a new future.
Felis rubbed his face gingerly. The bruising from his beating at the hands of the ISS thugs was gone but its memory still lingered. It reminded him of his current situation and the deal they had struck with the ISS Director Angina Slirinus. He had been wary about doing the deal but realistically they had little choice.
So far Angina had been true to her word. The ISS had largely left them alone, allowing the Cheklin Resistance leader, his boss, Meelanda Orocash, a free reign to conduct her political rallies. They were getting bigger crowds at each city. It worried Felis. He would have preferred at least a charade. It would not go unnoticed. It was just a question of how long.
But Meelanda had been insistent on the rallies. Not only did it give her a platform to reach the public it enabled her to stitch up the organisational support she needed so they could eventually form an alternate government. As a result, volunteers were pouring in and it was his job to train and employ a good portion of these for security and defence purposes.
He glanced around the big underground area dominated by the large circular holo display and the terminals and workstations that surrounded it. The equipment was now working but it was the staff that worried him. Oh well Angina reckoned it would be a month before the shit hit the fan. He could do a lot in a month.
“Felis” hailed Evie Plentun, the Resistance leader he first encountered aboard the Resolute. Their relationship had initially been of necessity and it had been a difficult one. She had been very reluctant to trust him. But the events of the past month had changed all that. Now he was glad to hear her voice.
“Yes Evie” he responded “How did it go?”
“Biggest rally yet…over a hundred thousand. Meelanda’s exhausted. We’re going to return today.”
“Good.”
“I think so too” said Evie. There was a lightness in her tone that Felis liked a lot. The recent successes were having a beneficial effect on her thought Felis. “I’ll send you our flight plan” said Evie. “I have to
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