Rockit Boy Lives!

A friend of mine is the mascot for the Rockits, a local Roller Debry team.

http://www.mnrollergirls.com/teams/rockits/

THIS is his story......









Alone in the endless night of deep space, a crack team of Star Patrol Commandos exist.
They exist only to serve and protect but elude suspicion.

Stardate 2037, Fourth Cycle.
This is a temporal point that will burn like tungsten in the data bed of one of these fine soldiers for an eternity.

There are Seven in A company. They patrol the Andromeda system, seeking to right wrongs and battle the injustice that happens therein. One stellar wind brings are seven brave bandoliers to a derelict ship in the Alpha quadrant of Andromeda.

A Company, Alpha, Andromeda. Spooky doesn't like it one bit. Then again, that always was his one problem.

The ship rolls listlessly in an errant orbit spiralling it closer and closer to the nearby planet below. It is a gas giant with a highly explosive core. If the ship falls it will destroy the artificial bio dome of the colonists contained in it. The ship already looks like a melted metal icicle. Irregular grooves and sharp points like an ice cream cones dashed on the sidewalk, thawed then frozen in February cold snap. But that's just Argus Architecture for you.

The ship itself is intact but offline.

"Ok, we're live boys," Barks Rocko into the comstat that connects our seven soldiers.
"Ladies first, " grunts Angelwire as she barges through the rest of the brigade towards the Jump door.

All seven are in Jump Ready gear:

Full metal marine armor.
Heel Jets and Jet Packs.
Stealth glass helmets that cloud out your enemy looking in but aid you looking out.
Thermal derm life suits insulate their muscled bodies underneath it all, regulating everything from temperature, to adrenaline, muscles, motion, emotion.
And all are armed to the elbow: Knuckle barbs, waist belts full of knives and darts, wrist mounted blast guns and back mounted battle batons. All of it non-lethal but "hurty."

"Come on, Mouse, that meanss you too, "Angelwire barks, dragging her female compatriot by the collar towardsthe airlock.

The forcefield in place, air and gravity drain out of the belly of the beast along with the lights.

"Stick to the mission guys, " Grandfather Pop warns from the cockpit of their Mission ship. He's not only the pilot, but the patriarch of the gang.

As the great maw of the metal beast opens onto wide galactic space, the two women warriors skate out into the expanse.

That leaves only Rocko, BlitzKrieg, Takeout, and Turner in the "gut".

The plan is simple, and routine by now:
Angelwire and Mouse loll stealthily out to the ship. Angelwire makes the initial incision into the hull and mouse sneaks aboard. If Mouse's first sniff goes well then the four boys fan out flank at four points.

You may think that exploring a derelict ship in space is one of the safer missions for a police squad.
And you'd be wrong.
Nothing could be more dangerous. At least in this Quadrant.
At least while the Terra Nova Hearts of Fire are around. They've been planting errant bombs on spaceports and civilian ships all along the line. People forgot long ago what their dish with the government was.

So the ship could be a bomb or it could be brokedown trucker late for his delivery run.
If it truly is the former than time is of the essence. Contrary to myth, a spacer can only survive so long without life support.

"We're clean," says Angelwire.

"What's wrong with mouse?" asks BlitzKrieg
"Oh, the ships heavily shielded. Probably a processor merchant. You know how susceptible to cosmic noise that tech is."

"Ok, Run the plates, Pop," called Rocko, "it's a run. You know the drill boys, breach and board!"

Angel and the four boys light up their gleam-torchs to 400 degrees. They slice through the derelict hull like a papercut.
Angel quickly scurries in as the four boys continue slicing.
Rocko's halfway in when it happens.
And it happens quick.
Angel screams and there;s a blast out the back of the ship.

"Abort, Abort! Mouse is down, I repea--"

That's when a second brilliant blast tears up the heart of the ship. Rocko's killed instantly and Blitz is torn in two.
Takeout and Turner are propelled outward at a tremendous rate.

Pop only realize too late that it was a resonance bomb. That means once the burning is over, that magnetic implode pulls in anything over 200 Kg, dragging it towards the slaughter. It was originally designed for ship incapication in the the last "Great War." These days The Terra Nova use it for kicks.

X X X

The next thing he hears is an unfamiliar voice.

"Whoa, Rockit Boy, looks like you had quite a spill."
" What? where am I?"

"Easy there, son. You've been adrift in space for quite some time. don't try to move quite yet. You're body's oxygen starved and the Medtech's still repairing the damage to your arms and legs."

"But, but who am I? " croaks the young lad.

"I don't know Rocket Boy, but we'll figure that out. Rest for now. Once you're a bit healthier we'll start putting all the pieces back together."

Next Chapter: The Heart of Fire! Rockit Boy in the Clutches of the Terra Nova!