thirty-five year
old man with sufficiently rugged, masculine good looks, with a broad forehead,
big eyes, noticeable eyebrows and a chiseled jaw. He liked to keep his hair
short but had let them grow a bit this time. He was the Vice-Commodore of the
Starship Victory of the Sixth Frontier Fleet that was currently assigned to the
orbit of Planet Bravo and his rank made him the second-in-command.
The bell to his hotel room rang and he
opened the door to Colonel Tollvyk. Tollvyk was thirty-three years old, had a
square shaped face, an easy smile and a strand full of hair that came over his
forehead.
“Ready?” Col. Tollvyk asked.
“Let’s do this,” VC Raptor said, “I am
excited, even a bit nervous.”
“Womenfolk can do that to men,” Tollvyk
laughed and Raptor walked with him and jumped in the small two-person airship
that the Colonel had rented. He too was dressed in his army uniform and was
wearing sunglasses.
“Do you know this tavern, Broken
Bones?” Raptor asked.
“First time for me too,” Tollvyk said
as he lifted the airship to two-hundred fifty feet air-lane reserved for the
army personnel and punched the coordinates in his navigation system. The
airship took off in that direction. “Do you know this girl?” he asked.
“Little bit, doesn’t Myra know her?”
Raptor asked.
“She just became friends with her a
month ago,” Tollvyk said. Myra was his fiancé. “But you attended the Academy of
Space Warfare with her?”
“Yes,” Raptor said, “One of the few
girls there. I remember her as drop dead gorgeous and I was in love with her,
but never got a chance to talk to her except during training exercises.”
“Now you do,” Tollvyk said. Myra worked
as a civilian in the procurement department of the Regional Star Command and
she was helping Capitan Alvina Lytar – who was the supply & equipment
officer of Starship Valor – with restocking up on supplies for her spaceship’s
voyage out to the frontier when they had become good friends. Myra had casually
mentioned her to Tollvyk and Raptor when she was visiting their Starship in the
orbit and a flood of memories had overwhelmed Raptor. He had asked Tollvyk to
help him meet Alvina.
“What did Myra tell her?” Raptor asked.
“Nothing, I told her nothing either,”
Tollvyk said, “She is just bringing Alvina to meet her fiancé. As per our plan
you have just tagged along as you were on the surface coincidentally. Alvina
doesn’t know that you will be coming and it will be a ‘chance’ encounter for
her.”
“I owe you one, Toll,” Raptor replied,
“very much.”
“Not just yet, she may not be as
attractive to you now as when you had a crush on her,” Tollvyk said, “thank me
when you win her over.”
Their airship’s navigation system
beeped an alert that they were close to the destination and Tollvyk lowered
their airship to an altitude of a hundred feet. He saw the tavern’s sign Broken
Bones in large, red letters on top of a building. He flew over to the airpad
and parked their ship and handed the keypad to the valet.
They walked over to the entrance door
where two soldiers stood with their laser guns checking the furlough cards of
the soldiers. This tavern was open to the general public but was owned by the
Army and very popular with soldiers and officers.
VC Raptor and Col. Tollvyk walked
towards the soldiers. The soldiers saw their insignia and clicked their boots
and saluted them. They dare not card the high ranking officers and waived them
in.
“What table?” Raptor asked.
“Table number 59, but nevermind I see
Myra,” Tollvyk pointed to Myra sitting down by herself at a corner table and
both of them walked over. Tollvyk gently kissed her on the cheek and Raptor
waved at her.
“Vice-Commodore Raptor, glad you joined
us, you will keep Toll from getting drunk,” Myra
old man with sufficiently rugged, masculine good looks, with a broad forehead,
big eyes, noticeable eyebrows and a chiseled jaw. He liked to keep his hair
short but had let them grow a bit this time. He was the Vice-Commodore of the
Starship Victory of the Sixth Frontier Fleet that was currently assigned to the
orbit of Planet Bravo and his rank made him the second-in-command.
The bell to his hotel room rang and he
opened the door to Colonel Tollvyk. Tollvyk was thirty-three years old, had a
square shaped face, an easy smile and a strand full of hair that came over his
forehead.
“Ready?” Col. Tollvyk asked.
“Let’s do this,” VC Raptor said, “I am
excited, even a bit nervous.”
“Womenfolk can do that to men,” Tollvyk
laughed and Raptor walked with him and jumped in the small two-person airship
that the Colonel had rented. He too was dressed in his army uniform and was
wearing sunglasses.
“Do you know this tavern, Broken
Bones?” Raptor asked.
“First time for me too,” Tollvyk said
as he lifted the airship to two-hundred fifty feet air-lane reserved for the
army personnel and punched the coordinates in his navigation system. The
airship took off in that direction. “Do you know this girl?” he asked.
“Little bit, doesn’t Myra know her?”
Raptor asked.
“She just became friends with her a
month ago,” Tollvyk said. Myra was his fiancé. “But you attended the Academy of
Space Warfare with her?”
“Yes,” Raptor said, “One of the few
girls there. I remember her as drop dead gorgeous and I was in love with her,
but never got a chance to talk to her except during training exercises.”
“Now you do,” Tollvyk said. Myra worked
as a civilian in the procurement department of the Regional Star Command and
she was helping Capitan Alvina Lytar – who was the supply & equipment
officer of Starship Valor – with restocking up on supplies for her spaceship’s
voyage out to the frontier when they had become good friends. Myra had casually
mentioned her to Tollvyk and Raptor when she was visiting their Starship in the
orbit and a flood of memories had overwhelmed Raptor. He had asked Tollvyk to
help him meet Alvina.
“What did Myra tell her?” Raptor asked.
“Nothing, I told her nothing either,”
Tollvyk said, “She is just bringing Alvina to meet her fiancé. As per our plan
you have just tagged along as you were on the surface coincidentally. Alvina
doesn’t know that you will be coming and it will be a ‘chance’ encounter for
her.”
“I owe you one, Toll,” Raptor replied,
“very much.”
“Not just yet, she may not be as
attractive to you now as when you had a crush on her,” Tollvyk said, “thank me
when you win her over.”
Their airship’s navigation system
beeped an alert that they were close to the destination and Tollvyk lowered
their airship to an altitude of a hundred feet. He saw the tavern’s sign Broken
Bones in large, red letters on top of a building. He flew over to the airpad
and parked their ship and handed the keypad to the valet.
They walked over to the entrance door
where two soldiers stood with their laser guns checking the furlough cards of
the soldiers. This tavern was open to the general public but was owned by the
Army and very popular with soldiers and officers.
VC Raptor and Col. Tollvyk walked
towards the soldiers. The soldiers saw their insignia and clicked their boots
and saluted them. They dare not card the high ranking officers and waived them
in.
“What table?” Raptor asked.
“Table number 59, but nevermind I see
Myra,” Tollvyk pointed to Myra sitting down by herself at a corner table and
both of them walked over. Tollvyk gently kissed her on the cheek and Raptor
waved at her.
“Vice-Commodore Raptor, glad you joined
us, you will keep Toll from getting drunk,” Myra
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