Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... realized now why there were three pallets: it was her job to destroy a battleship sized freighter in hyper, not just a simple blow and go. Her unit was the very best and worst of the TFN military. They were never given a choice of targets or missions--refusing to comply with a mission was the same as suicide.

Max knew that going in. Learning how to do these things was what she agreed to do... to find justice. A justice the Lion had just earlier that day doled out when he took out her mentor's killers and supplied the evidence necessary to bring those who orchestrated it to justice. Max no longer needed this training or experience, but she was here, nonetheless. Max needed to do her job, whether she agreed with it, or not.

The flight through hyper was thirty-eight hours of preparation. Max's unit was divided into two teams, Target team and Demo team. they would all be in full nanoweave, even the explosives were in nanoweave rigs so everything about the insurgency would be invisible to the naked eye.

Max went over the ship schematics with Yance and Buzby. They agreed the reactor core and engines were the trigger points for the Demo team. Max thankfully didn't need to worry about the target team's objectives as the target could be in a dozen different places on the ship.

Fitful rest as the hours crawled by, no one in her unit was very talkative. A few of them could be entertaining, but on mission, no one was. This team was exceptionally professional, and the ...

... institutional apathy was palpable.

Everyone felt the ship come out of hyper: it was showtime.

The trick was the rendezvous in stealth. Max couldn't see what was going on, but she knew in her head how it was taking place. The corvette was covered in sensor-baffling nodes, allowing the ship to register almost no profile to sensors. Even an active sensor sweep gave very little return when the suite was active; passive sensors wouldn't register the corvette at all.

Hours later Max could feel the magnetic grapples fastening the stealth ship against the hull of the Quinton; a silent remora attached to a massive shark. More waiting, then everyone felt the telltale signs of going into hyper once again.

Everyone automatically initiated a final gear check and all HUDS lit up showing each unit member's status in the upper left. This was primarily used for tracking team members location and movement coordination and allowed for silent and invisible infiltration with the nanoweave optical camouflage.

Max and demo team each loaded out with fifty kilo charges in nanoweave rigs equipped with low power repulsors. Making sure each and every charge was ready was part of her professional pride.

Yance appeared, "Minus twenty minutes, Anders, get your team on and off ASAP."

Max affirmed, "Copy that, boss."

Yance nodded and disappeared again back to the command deck.

Weapons check completed. Max carried a heavily modified XR75 with extended magazines and a suppressor. She wasn't ...