Section 3. Challenged
Data incoming, the Seraph was on a defensive footing, reporting that the perimeter was under assault and the hospital ship was using all non-lethal means to keep the killing and marauders at bay. Each group claiming a holy right to kill anyone they deem unworthy of life.
Those wounded that approached with hands up and asking for help, they treated without hesitation, but the armed militias required the Seraph to raise shields.
Those wounded that did not move inside the perimeter before the hospital ship powered up, became stranded. The mob murdered dozens full view of those that swore to treat life as precious. To help and aid, to use wisdom for the healing of those that needed and asked, however they could only watch.
One technician thought to send a message to the rescue teams. The was closed.
Safsy read the data as it came over the terminal and shook his head.
“James, we have a problem. Exit is cut off.”
“Well, this makes it a lot more difficult. Secondary zone, then. Tell them we’re heading that way now with an ETA of fifteen.” The pilot read his navigation display. “We will need to take the long way on the water, might be choppy because of a breeze, but it will be safer.”
“Plotting now.” The Colonel looked over the live sat-nav display. “James, we will head into a large group boats that are moving between us and the secondary, how if we do the tertiary?”
“Negative, that is an hour away as the crow flies and I cannot promise you a straight line.”
“Defense systems up then.” Safsy tapped the smooth panel, powering up the protective hardware.
“Do you have training on the defense systems?” James asked. He was well versed in the protective hardware of the hover-hybrid, but his task now was to get them to the hospital ship.
“Minimal, I know how to use the electric hull defense.”
“Excellent! That one’s difficult. We have also noxious gas. Just remember, there is a limited amount of that. The only resource we have in abundance is electricity.”
“Specifically, it is a skunk oil. And not the nice kind, either. This is a mercaptan that they concentrated in the worst possible way and a permanent pink dye.” James laughed. “It can be detected by a human nose in one-part per quadrillion. If you get doused in this stuff, you will be easy to sniff out, and you will be a color that does not exist in nature and lonely.”
“Wow, pungent and pink.” The Colonel gave a grim laugh. “Should be easy to find, they would be alone.”
“Yes, press the button on that, yell and I will be moving this crate. I want clear out of the area before the canisters discharge, that crap is hell to scrub off the paint and no one wants it in the hangar.”
“Then we are leaving. We have an hour of travel.” Safsy ordered.
“Yes, sir. And Colonel? There is a marsh nearby that leads out over the water, we can move over that and be clear of any crowds, I just cannot navigate this glorified shanty-town.”
“I’m ahead of you, working on an exit route now.” The Colonel spoke into the man-to-man mike. He spoke in relaxed tones with the pilot. “Direction and speed on your display now.”
“I’m heading away from the groups, to some lower buildings. These skyscrapers around here are an advantage for anyone wanting to take a shot at us.” James said, dust of impacting projectiles were visible across the path they just covered. But the shots were wide and hit ground in the distance. They were just shooting wild in their direction.
“Engage, put distance between us and the rioters.” Safsy had seen the puffs of dirt nearly a thousand paces behind them and did not wish to waste time.
The hovercraft was steady as it moved over the marsh. Surgery continued in the operating theater as the craft navigated the open area.
Saving the wounded pilot continued as the teams repaired the insult to the pilot’s body. The lead surgeon ordered that the moving emergency room be shown more care or cause the surgeon to become unhappy when James and the Colonel headed out over the water where the craft began to sway unacceptably.
“O.R. to the Colonel. We are working back here, please keep the rocking down to a gentle quake.” It was “Stormy” Knight, six-feet tall of surgeon that was frightening when she became angry. She had no tolerated no interference when it came to caring for her patients.
Sensors beeped and displayed information.
“Seraph is passing overhead. They’ll land on the other side and extract us there.”
“Outstanding.” James sounded pleased as they crossed from the open water back to the marsh area, the rocking motion of the hovercraft subsided. “Thank you for that info.”
In full hovercraft mode over mud and reeds , the surgical team in the operating room remained undisturbed as they repaired the shrapnel filled wounds of the pilot.
Approaching the Seraph, it was a bittersweet end to the mission. The Colonel achieved a successful mission resolution, inwardly pleased as they arrived at the hospital ship. Deploying the tank treads, James rolled them up the ramp into the hangar and powered down the engines once they were safely inside.
The melancholy set in as this would probably be the last time he would head out.
The wounding of the pilot created questions that they required to answer for. Safsy would be held responsible for injuries of the pilot, perhaps relieved of duty. It was the way of the corporation.
Downloading the logs into the larger ship’s memory, Safsy shut down the on board computers and stood up, stretching. He needed some fresh air, it would probably be the last time to do so while wearing a uniform.
Walking off the ramp of the Seraph, Colonel Safsy stood on the soil of Sapphire with his hands in his pockets and inhaled the breeze that blew gently into his face.
It was a nice planet, perhaps they could become a tourist destination. Safsy shrugged inwardly.
“COLONEL! Watch out!” Shouted a hanger technician.
Safsy looked around and saw a sentry drone with a projectile weapon locked on to him, this was not alarming, corporate drones operated with programing to follow commands of anyone wearing the ID badge with the chip in it.
“Drone! Disarm, power down.” Safsy ordered while approaching. For a moment, it seemed that the machine was turning away when it fired with a strange buzzing sound, blowing a hole in the Colonel’s chest.
The buzzing sound echoed in his dying brain.
Darkness was all around him, the insistent buzzing was annoying, the last sound he would hear in this life.
Yawning, the webs of the dream faded and the Colonel wondered why the buzzing reminded him of a gun.
“Incident assigned.” They received a dispatch to the planet Sapphire for victims of riots. The most violent planet in the outer systems.
Colonel Safsy Gliese sighed, he wished someone would shoot him.