Ice Soldier Chapter 1
#1 of Ice Soldier
He looked out over the landscape, then cussed, he rubbed himself from the cold, then cussed, he looked at his post, and his 'planet', then cussed. Why the hell had they stationed him on a class 7 ice planet again? Who the hell would want it! Hell, he was willing to pay them to take it! Damn the cold, damn the weather, just damn it! He hated the cold with a burning passion, which was ironic since it WAS the cold we are talking about. He also hated the fact he was so far away from his mate, damn, and that sucked more than the cold! He would rather be freezing, and with her, than to be in the warm tropics without her!
He grumbled his luck and went back to his post, lazily looking at the plains of snow, and just like he was supposed to, run a thermal scan of it. It was just a normal one until he picked up a blip on the screen, most the time it was just one of the random glitches in the device, or some rarely active hot spring, but he ran it again to be sure, and to his surprise and disgust, it had moved 2 meters. He sighed hard and walked onto the cold snow, feeling it crunch under his thermal gear, and him drop slightly into it as his snow shoe gear stalled on kicking in, and spreading out to disperse his weight on the snow.
He just fudged around in the snow, checking every so often just in case it left, the scan reporting that it was still there, but not as hot, he cussed and plowed through a snow drift in a random act of frustration. Running through his mind was this, Fuck the cold, fuck this planet... I miss my mate. He sighs and sits down on a snow bank, holding up the scanner yet again, only to find that the 'hot' object was moving towards him, under the snow!
"Bah, figures..." The ground exploded right under him, sending him up with a, why-me?, look on his face. He landed back down in the snow, looking up at something that would make a lesser being quake in its boots, he just looked slightly less enthused. Cause this tin can meant that he would be doing paperwork... lots of it. He raised his rifle and lined the sights before squeezing off a burst of rail shots into the center mass. The thing spark, then caught fire, he looked at it, and heavily debated that if he was to warm himself by the heat of the fire, if it was worth the risk of the explosive round in the thing going off with him nearby.
He shrugs, then grabs a piece of the metal to ease his report filing by providing a sample of the said offender. He looks down at his scuffed armor, then cusses again, now, he was really going to get cold. He walked back to main base, looking for the on alert Chief, and then walked over to him to give him the piece of metal, instantly being assaulted by the questions, what was that explosion, why is your suit damaged, what the hell is this metal from.
He just looks at the Chief, then turns and walks over to his barrack rack, and then climbs up onto it, being followed by the now VERY pissed Chief. The Chief demanded that he explain now, or that an officer of higher rank would become involved. He just looks down at the Chief, and plainly states that, hostile forces were encountered, and dealt with in a timely manner. The Chief raises a brow, then walks off to get a senior ranking officer.
The Capitan walked in looking less than happy, he looks at the guy on the bunk and waves for the Chief to leave.
"The hell you do now Rick?" The Capitan sighed out in pissed calm.
Rick makes a boom motion with his hands, "Meet resistance and dealt with said resistance, sir."
The Capitan shakes his head again and sighs, "Only you Rick, only you would find trouble out in the middle of nowhere, and then blow the hell out of it."
Rick shrugs in his suit, taking off the helmet and letting the warm barrack air into his suit, he looks sadly at the Capitan and then looks up at the ceiling.
The Capitan sighs and sits down on the rack next to his, "I know you miss her Rick, and it is okay that you do so, but I mean damn! You find trouble in the oddest spots!"
Rick looks at the Capitan, then asks, "Permission to speak freely sir?"
The Capitan raises a brow, "Permission granted."
Rick looks at the Capitan, "Piss off James."
His mouth hangs slightly a jar, but then he recovers, "What was that Petty Officer?"
Rick takes a sniff, "You heard me Capitan, piss off, I really am not in the mood to deal with the 'valiant effort to defend' this planet."
The Capitan sighs, and then shakes his head, "Waste of time this is..." He looks at Rick and smiles this alone getting Rick's attention.
"What?" Rick asks, sitting up on the bed and looking at him.
The Capitan snorts then laughs, "You got wounded you dumbass!"
Rick shrugs and lays back down, "So?"
"I don't know... looks serious, you might even have to go to Thrina 5 for treatment..." The Capitan said, hinting heavily on it.
"Wait... are you trying to?...." It click, the cold made him slow, but the thought made him warm, "Aye aye sir! Wounded I am! To Thrina 5 I need to travel Capitan!"
Gods, this just over joyed him, his mate was on Thrina 5, and this was just too perfect!