Sacremon (Harmony War Series Book 1) by Michael Chatfield Page A
Authors: Michael Chatfield
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Citadel.
The group left dust trails behind them, robots followed cleaning up those trails.
Quentin stopped, the detail stopping with him.
“Alexis, Tyler, Mark, follow me, the rest of you stay here.” Quentin moved through the detail, the three mentioned following him.
The citadel’s doors were twenty-foot-tall and remained open, showing the burnished metal and high alcoves around the lobby.
Mark was proud and awed to just be standing in it, a symbol of overwhelming power.
To the left people in EMF uniforms walked through security checkpoints, not giving a second glance to the ragtag group of recruits that were heading up to the consoles at the center and right side of the citadel.
Behind the main desk sitting ten feet up on the polished steel walls, was a massive emblem of the EMF. Earth rested in the background, stars for every system underneath it. An Earth Military Forces Carrier was in the foreground, Combat shuttle to its lower left and a trooper in armor to its lower right.
The place was spotless, even with the slum dwellers looking to become troopers heading across its polished steel floors.
There was no time to enjoy it as Quentin led the way to the front desk in the lobby.
It was made of dark wood, glass fences breaking up the table as screens with the revolving EMF logo sat behind sturdy crystal matrix glass. On their side there was a simple scanner and a speaker. Quentin passed his hand over the scanner. The screen came to life with an androgynous looking man-woman smiling, their voice also carefully modulated to sound like all of Earth’s accents and none of them.
“Hello Captain Richter, what can I help you with?” The brown skinned, brown hair brown eyes computer screen asked, its mouth even moved.
“Three new ones for the troopers,” Quentin said, nodding for the three to come up beside him.
“Will the applicants please press their tags under the scanner?” The computer said
Mark did it without thinking.
“Mark Victor, please look to the floor, do you see a red line leading to the left of this desk?” The robot asked.
Mark looked down seeing that the floor around the lobby had different colored lines heading in different directions, like the lines in the private hospitals that led people to different sections.
“Yeah I see it,” Mark said.
“Good, please follow the red line for testing,” the robot said.
“Tyler Victor, please follow the red line for testing,” the computer said, Tyler running his tag through the scanner.
“Alexis Xin, please follow the red line for testing,” Alexis looked to the other two expectantly. Mark saw a bit of nervousness in her eyes. He didn’t miss Tyler’s hand grabbing hers and giving her a reassuring squeeze, or the way she returned it.
Quentin looked at them all.
“Look after yourselves and those in your squad, listen to order but think for yourselves. If you can, get more training than in basic, take the pay cut for staying awake. That time could keep you alive on your first drop,” Quentin said, looking to us all as if we were no longer subordinates to him, but had entered a group exclusive to those that he believed to be his peers.
“We will,” Mark said, Tyler nodding while Alexis looked as if she was regretting the whole thing.
“Good, then get your testing done, W3C will always be there for you, all of you now,” Quentin said with feeling, his eyes falling on Alexis who straightened.
He took another moment to look us over, as if impressing our faces into his memory. With
The group left dust trails behind them, robots followed cleaning up those trails.
Quentin stopped, the detail stopping with him.
“Alexis, Tyler, Mark, follow me, the rest of you stay here.” Quentin moved through the detail, the three mentioned following him.
The citadel’s doors were twenty-foot-tall and remained open, showing the burnished metal and high alcoves around the lobby.
Mark was proud and awed to just be standing in it, a symbol of overwhelming power.
To the left people in EMF uniforms walked through security checkpoints, not giving a second glance to the ragtag group of recruits that were heading up to the consoles at the center and right side of the citadel.
Behind the main desk sitting ten feet up on the polished steel walls, was a massive emblem of the EMF. Earth rested in the background, stars for every system underneath it. An Earth Military Forces Carrier was in the foreground, Combat shuttle to its lower left and a trooper in armor to its lower right.
The place was spotless, even with the slum dwellers looking to become troopers heading across its polished steel floors.
There was no time to enjoy it as Quentin led the way to the front desk in the lobby.
It was made of dark wood, glass fences breaking up the table as screens with the revolving EMF logo sat behind sturdy crystal matrix glass. On their side there was a simple scanner and a speaker. Quentin passed his hand over the scanner. The screen came to life with an androgynous looking man-woman smiling, their voice also carefully modulated to sound like all of Earth’s accents and none of them.
“Hello Captain Richter, what can I help you with?” The brown skinned, brown hair brown eyes computer screen asked, its mouth even moved.
“Three new ones for the troopers,” Quentin said, nodding for the three to come up beside him.
“Will the applicants please press their tags under the scanner?” The computer said
Mark did it without thinking.
“Mark Victor, please look to the floor, do you see a red line leading to the left of this desk?” The robot asked.
Mark looked down seeing that the floor around the lobby had different colored lines heading in different directions, like the lines in the private hospitals that led people to different sections.
“Yeah I see it,” Mark said.
“Good, please follow the red line for testing,” the robot said.
“Tyler Victor, please follow the red line for testing,” the computer said, Tyler running his tag through the scanner.
“Alexis Xin, please follow the red line for testing,” Alexis looked to the other two expectantly. Mark saw a bit of nervousness in her eyes. He didn’t miss Tyler’s hand grabbing hers and giving her a reassuring squeeze, or the way she returned it.
Quentin looked at them all.
“Look after yourselves and those in your squad, listen to order but think for yourselves. If you can, get more training than in basic, take the pay cut for staying awake. That time could keep you alive on your first drop,” Quentin said, looking to us all as if we were no longer subordinates to him, but had entered a group exclusive to those that he believed to be his peers.
“We will,” Mark said, Tyler nodding while Alexis looked as if she was regretting the whole thing.
“Good, then get your testing done, W3C will always be there for you, all of you now,” Quentin said with feeling, his eyes falling on Alexis who straightened.
He took another moment to look us over, as if impressing our faces into his memory. With
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