About 2 years after my Susan was born (when I was 4) my parents decided that a
space ship was no place to bring up children so my father requested a transfer
to a resembly new colony planet. It was accepted and the planet is called
About 3 years after we arrived (when I was 7) there was a small rebellion and
in the ensuring short battle my Mother died. It was at this point that Dad
decided that we should learn how to fight. So that we were ready to fight
back incase we should ever need to.
We were taught how to use small arms (which came pretty quickly since we
already used small calibre rifles for hunting, along with crossbows etc.).
Some basic martial arts, for hand-hand combat. And any other useful things
you might think off..
I took an interest in computers and electronics. Finding as many ways as
possible to get to play with computers at the base or anywhere else.
For most of my life I spoke Standard and then on
At the age of 18 I enrolled at The Fleet Officer Academy (or similar)
speacilising in computers and weapons.
Gradutated now.
The problem occured when 4 men from my fleet (who will remain nameless to
keep the guilty party secret) decided to take the small fighters for a joy
ride. They found 4 woman to take with them.
This kind of behaviour would not normally be pinned to me, and would result
in them getting a black mark on their respective records, and suitable
punishment (ie, pay docked, or short prison term, or whatever). But the big
problem was that there was a {insert next rank above Captain here} on the
spacestation that ran it. Two of the woman that my men brought down where
his daughters. The other two were friends of theirs. The {Captain+1} didn't
like this, so they would have received a slightly bigger penalty.
The big problem happened they decided that the first thing they would do,
would be to come and visit me planetside. This immediately made me guilty
in the {Captain+1}'s eyes. To make matters worse, because we had no
communicaters I couldn't tell what was happening. (The fighters only had low
power comms gear, not strong enough to escape the high energy {whatever} field
of this particular planet.) He wanted some nasty things to happen to me.
That and the fact that I was going to be moved to a new ship shortly. Which
was under his direct command was going to make my life utter hell. Luckily
for me Dad (who normally prefers not to interfere, and let me deal to my own
mistakes) and some other friends in high places decided to intervene. I've
been placed on Emergency Extended Leave. Meaning that I'm on Extended Leave
but I'm "on call" as it where, so if some emergency happens I can be called
back onto active duty. This leave has been set to about 2-3 years.
Recent History
Background
At the time I was a young Captain of a small exploratory science vessel (A bit
like the USS Enterprise, but *much* smaller). It had a crew of about 100.
Mainly made up of sciencetists and Fleet people to run the ship. This ship
had 4 x 2 person fighter craft, just in case something happens.
What happened
I had docked the ship at a spacestation at a planet that I was due to go on a
training course on. The idea of the course is immaterial, just that we had
no communicators (not even my personal one), so we couldn't contact anyone.
Where I Stand
I'm still a Captain in the Fleet's eyes, with all the added bonuses, I still
earn money, it may be a smaller amount because I'm on leave, but it's still
there. I've just lost command of a ship (which I was going to anyhow, but
move to a new one), and gained myself some *big* enemies, I cannot expect
the {Captain+1} or any of his friends to look kindly on me.
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