β Scribed by Ronald Wintrick; William Motzel
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
The thing I hated most about working for the government, any government, they all seemed to think alike, was that then they invariably thought that they owned you. Patriotism, duty and all those other words that meant they thought they were entitled to what was yours. All meaningless trite to a world-less vagabond like myself. My ship was my home and I needed no other.
βTheyβre waiting for a response, Captain!β Tanya Serensen said, my strong First and the meanest bitch I have ever met.
The war was over. We were, had been, part of the Federation forces which had unsuccessfully attempted to unify the four hundred and seventy-two known human worlds. We had been smashed ruthlessly, to put mildly what had been a lost cause from the beginning. I had been paid handsomely with trade goods and supplies; semi-precious metals and fuel rods, to be exact, plus Iβd brought my ship, Last Chance, and my crew through without a scratch. So I had not complained when everyone started signing peace treaties.
The problem began when I informed my erstwhile employers that with hostilities ended, so too were my obligations. I had fulfilled to the letter our contract. I owed them nothing more. They had not agreed. There were now three of my former allies, positioned in attack formation outside Last Chanceβs hull. Not only did they not feel as if I had not completely fulfilled my end of the bargain, but I was getting the distinct impression they would not be satisfied until they had added Last Chance herself to their now depleted arsenal. I guess they felt, that with all the losses they had suffered, that Last Chance would be a welcome addition to their much depleted Navy. I guess they hadnβt quite learned their lesson about attempting to force their wills on unwilling subjects. Some people are simply incapable of understanding. Especially people in positions of power, like governments, for example.
βYou bastards!β I snarled. I should have known these ungrateful hypocrites would try to back stab me, especially now that every planet was a law unto itself, only answerable to itself, and they angry at the defeat they had suffered. They were quick at jumping on the bandwagon of self governance, now that no unifying government held sway. That was for sure.
π SIMILAR VOLUMES
New revision in place as of 12/23/2011. This full length novel is written in what I consider to be the Old School Style. A book meant purely to entertain. This was a work of love and will probably always be my favorite, no matter how many more I write. But possibly not. I may love the Prequels
New revision in place as of 12/23/2011. This full length novel is written in what I consider to be the Old School Style. A book meant purely to entertain. This was a work of love and will probably always be my favorite, no matter how many more I write. But possibly not. I may love the Prequels
The thing I hated most about working for the government, any government, they all seemed to think alike, was that then they invariably thought that they owned you. Patriotism, duty and all those other words that meant they thought they were entitled to what was yours. All meaningless trite to a worl
The thing I hated most about working for the government, any government, they all seemed to think alike, was that then they invariably thought that they owned you. Patriotism, duty and all those other words that meant they thought they were entitled to what was yours. All meaningless trite to a worl