Read Online Sacremon (Harmony War Series Book 1) by Michael Chatfield - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Michael Chatfield
Ads: Link
receptacle at the front kiosk.
It wasn't long before their elevator sealed and they shot upwards.
“Well that is one hell of a sight,” Tyler said, looking to the side of the lift, it looked out over Earth; red dust covered everything outside of the bubble that covered mega-city. Dust seemed to stop outside the invisible wall that covered mega city, swirling all around but never making it past the barrier.
Mark could make out a train stop in the distance; westerly-sector was too far away from the citadel to even see.
That life was gone now he knew.
The elevator stopped and they came to a new area surrounding the elevator were airlocks, Mark only knew them from what Quentin had described and drawn.
Mark and Tyler headed for the nearest with a NOW BOARDING sign above it. Alexis and others from the elevator followed. The airlock was open as Mark saw inside his very first combat shuttle.
Seats lined the walls and centerline of the shuttle, making the people in the center look at those along the wall.
Mark looked at the drop-plates below the seats and the wire lines that would attach to a person's armor if they were doing a drop onto a planet.
He and Tyler sat opposite one another, Alexis sitting next to Tyler. The combat shuttle smelt like ozone, metal and grease. There wasn't an inch of rust on the whole thing.
“Get in your seats and seal your harnesses, if you don't know how to, ask,” the Cargo Master barked as he walked through, walking over to those that clearly didn't know how to use the harness but weren't going to ask.
He got them sealed away amongst annoyed looks and a few choice words about the person occupying the seats ability to think.
Mark pulled the lower harness up and into place before slamming the upper harness down, locking all four pieces across his chest, they compressed, pushing him into his seat. A few let out confused noises as the harness tightened.
The Cargo Master hit the combat shuttle's side door closed and went through checking each harnesses by pulling on them.
“Good to go Pella,” the Cargo Master said, walking to his own seat as locks disengaged from the airlock.
The combat shuttle lifted up and turned, there was no seeing outside as windows were just another weakness that space would exploit to kill everyone inside and only when they had helmets with HUDS would they be able to jack into the combat shuttle's exterior sensors.
The combat shuttle accelerated forward at an alarming rate, tilting and heading into a steep climb the noise of the engine and atmosphere fighting their climb, nearly drowning out everything.
Tyler grinned letting out a whoop.
Mark laughed. People around the shuttle looked as if they were enjoying the ride as much as them. It was too much for at least one of them as they puked all over themselves.
“If you're going to throw up, puke on the floor, the drain will take care of it.” The Cargo Master sounded annoyed with people's need to throw up, but they knew it was an eventuality.
A few people took him up on the advice, the smell was nasty but as long as they got it on the floor then jets pushed their vomit to the drain.
The rattling stopped suddenly.
“Welcome to space germs and worms,” the Cargo Master said with the bored tone of someone that had said that saying a few too many times for it to be interesting anymore.
It wasn't that long before the sounds of locks could be heard and felt through the combat shuttle's walls.
“Alright, time for
It wasn't long before their elevator sealed and they shot upwards.
“Well that is one hell of a sight,” Tyler said, looking to the side of the lift, it looked out over Earth; red dust covered everything outside of the bubble that covered mega-city. Dust seemed to stop outside the invisible wall that covered mega city, swirling all around but never making it past the barrier.
Mark could make out a train stop in the distance; westerly-sector was too far away from the citadel to even see.
That life was gone now he knew.
The elevator stopped and they came to a new area surrounding the elevator were airlocks, Mark only knew them from what Quentin had described and drawn.
Mark and Tyler headed for the nearest with a NOW BOARDING sign above it. Alexis and others from the elevator followed. The airlock was open as Mark saw inside his very first combat shuttle.
Seats lined the walls and centerline of the shuttle, making the people in the center look at those along the wall.
Mark looked at the drop-plates below the seats and the wire lines that would attach to a person's armor if they were doing a drop onto a planet.
He and Tyler sat opposite one another, Alexis sitting next to Tyler. The combat shuttle smelt like ozone, metal and grease. There wasn't an inch of rust on the whole thing.
“Get in your seats and seal your harnesses, if you don't know how to, ask,” the Cargo Master barked as he walked through, walking over to those that clearly didn't know how to use the harness but weren't going to ask.
He got them sealed away amongst annoyed looks and a few choice words about the person occupying the seats ability to think.
Mark pulled the lower harness up and into place before slamming the upper harness down, locking all four pieces across his chest, they compressed, pushing him into his seat. A few let out confused noises as the harness tightened.
The Cargo Master hit the combat shuttle's side door closed and went through checking each harnesses by pulling on them.
“Good to go Pella,” the Cargo Master said, walking to his own seat as locks disengaged from the airlock.
The combat shuttle lifted up and turned, there was no seeing outside as windows were just another weakness that space would exploit to kill everyone inside and only when they had helmets with HUDS would they be able to jack into the combat shuttle's exterior sensors.
The combat shuttle accelerated forward at an alarming rate, tilting and heading into a steep climb the noise of the engine and atmosphere fighting their climb, nearly drowning out everything.
Tyler grinned letting out a whoop.
Mark laughed. People around the shuttle looked as if they were enjoying the ride as much as them. It was too much for at least one of them as they puked all over themselves.
“If you're going to throw up, puke on the floor, the drain will take care of it.” The Cargo Master sounded annoyed with people's need to throw up, but they knew it was an eventuality.
A few people took him up on the advice, the smell was nasty but as long as they got it on the floor then jets pushed their vomit to the drain.
The rattling stopped suddenly.
“Welcome to space germs and worms,” the Cargo Master said with the bored tone of someone that had said that saying a few too many times for it to be interesting anymore.
It wasn't that long before the sounds of locks could be heard and felt through the combat shuttle's walls.
“Alright, time for
Similar Books
