I had anything to say and then she continued, “We could just leave all of this mess behind, you and I.”
Then she stood up and bent forward. Before I had a chance to move away, she was kissing me greedily. I hate to admit that I kissed her back. I also hate to admit that it led to more serious kissing and then we both fell into bed together.
We were just barely done when the guard returned and tapped on the door to let me know my time was up.
She kissed me again, fat tears welling in her eyes. I got dressed and headed for the door.
She said in an exasperated tone, “Have you thought about what I said?”
I turned on her. “Not for a second lady. You blew the captains brains out all over my visor. You killed the teleportation tech for no reason. You killed that poor guy in charge of the all-stop. You would have used the Conquistador to massacre as many people as possible. You’re a scumbag. I would never run away with someone like you.”
She shrieked, “Then why did you have sex with me?”
“I didn’t. You had sex with me because you thought you could manipulate me. I’m a lot smarter than you think I am.”
“You’re not the same sweet boy I remember from class,” she said sadly, still trying in vain to trick me.
“No I am not,” I agreed, with the knowledge that that was an understatement.
Then she tried a different tactic. “I’ll tell you who is in charge of the Skeptics if you let me go.”
“We’re killing them all as we speak. We’ll get to him eventually.” To soften the blow, I added, “Tell someone important that you will speak with a judge immediately regarding leniency. Let that information dangle in front of them like a carrot on a stick.”
She yelled, “I don’t want leniency, you little punk. I want to be free.”
I’ll admit that I got a bit of a high from it all. I had just banged the hottest teacher in camp and my self righteous side got a nice workout afterwards, but as I left and I heard genuine sobs come from the room, my heart broke for her despite the fact that she was a conniving murderer. I shouldn’t have let her seduce me but I’m young and impressionable.
Call to Arms
Mr. Humboldt called for me when I was fully healed. He said, “Jack, your presence is requested aboard the Conquistador.”
“Why?”
“Haven’t you heard? We’re going to war and almost everyone who has combat experience with an A.C.E skin died fighting the Skeptics.”
“But I’m not old enough to serve yet.”
“In your case, they’ve made an exception. Make those Bleeders bleed son.”
I think he thought that made me a lucky boy, but I didn’t feel lucky. I felt like I was being ordered to my death.
ACE 3 copyright Adam Moon 2013
All rights reserved
Jack Peterson
First contact with an alien race didn’t go the way people had hoped. It sucked, really. I wasn’t even born yet when they arrived in earths orbit. Neither were my grandparents.
At first, they did nothing. They just circled and watched.
Then, just as our ancestors started to get really frightened, they opened up dialogue with some world leader. What they had to say was even scarier than when they just observed us silently. They told humanity that it would be evaluated over the course of the next several hundred years. They said that if we weren’t up to their standards, whatever they were, that we would be wiped out. Then somewhere between one and three million people simply vanished from the face of the earth and the alien spaceship disappeared. We’re pretty sure now that those people were abducted. We think the aliens took them to experiment on them but there’s no way to be sure.
That was over two hundred years ago.
Guess what humanity has done in that time: We prepared for their return. We militarized our space program and trained for war.
My name is Jack Peterson. I’m a cadet aboard Deep Camp Eighty Seven that orbits Mars.
A lot has happened to me in the past few weeks.
A
Then she stood up and bent forward. Before I had a chance to move away, she was kissing me greedily. I hate to admit that I kissed her back. I also hate to admit that it led to more serious kissing and then we both fell into bed together.
We were just barely done when the guard returned and tapped on the door to let me know my time was up.
She kissed me again, fat tears welling in her eyes. I got dressed and headed for the door.
She said in an exasperated tone, “Have you thought about what I said?”
I turned on her. “Not for a second lady. You blew the captains brains out all over my visor. You killed the teleportation tech for no reason. You killed that poor guy in charge of the all-stop. You would have used the Conquistador to massacre as many people as possible. You’re a scumbag. I would never run away with someone like you.”
She shrieked, “Then why did you have sex with me?”
“I didn’t. You had sex with me because you thought you could manipulate me. I’m a lot smarter than you think I am.”
“You’re not the same sweet boy I remember from class,” she said sadly, still trying in vain to trick me.
“No I am not,” I agreed, with the knowledge that that was an understatement.
Then she tried a different tactic. “I’ll tell you who is in charge of the Skeptics if you let me go.”
“We’re killing them all as we speak. We’ll get to him eventually.” To soften the blow, I added, “Tell someone important that you will speak with a judge immediately regarding leniency. Let that information dangle in front of them like a carrot on a stick.”
She yelled, “I don’t want leniency, you little punk. I want to be free.”
I’ll admit that I got a bit of a high from it all. I had just banged the hottest teacher in camp and my self righteous side got a nice workout afterwards, but as I left and I heard genuine sobs come from the room, my heart broke for her despite the fact that she was a conniving murderer. I shouldn’t have let her seduce me but I’m young and impressionable.
Call to Arms
Mr. Humboldt called for me when I was fully healed. He said, “Jack, your presence is requested aboard the Conquistador.”
“Why?”
“Haven’t you heard? We’re going to war and almost everyone who has combat experience with an A.C.E skin died fighting the Skeptics.”
“But I’m not old enough to serve yet.”
“In your case, they’ve made an exception. Make those Bleeders bleed son.”
I think he thought that made me a lucky boy, but I didn’t feel lucky. I felt like I was being ordered to my death.
ACE 3 copyright Adam Moon 2013
All rights reserved
Jack Peterson
First contact with an alien race didn’t go the way people had hoped. It sucked, really. I wasn’t even born yet when they arrived in earths orbit. Neither were my grandparents.
At first, they did nothing. They just circled and watched.
Then, just as our ancestors started to get really frightened, they opened up dialogue with some world leader. What they had to say was even scarier than when they just observed us silently. They told humanity that it would be evaluated over the course of the next several hundred years. They said that if we weren’t up to their standards, whatever they were, that we would be wiped out. Then somewhere between one and three million people simply vanished from the face of the earth and the alien spaceship disappeared. We’re pretty sure now that those people were abducted. We think the aliens took them to experiment on them but there’s no way to be sure.
That was over two hundred years ago.
Guess what humanity has done in that time: We prepared for their return. We militarized our space program and trained for war.
My name is Jack Peterson. I’m a cadet aboard Deep Camp Eighty Seven that orbits Mars.
A lot has happened to me in the past few weeks.
A
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