Trouble in Paradise
Lateral photograph of Foreland Bay beach and Foreland town.
Rivet Glacial Mountain Range B (Photo taken by Lieutenant A. Soberton, SOH-47B in foreground)
“…would. Would.”
“Oh god, that’s an it!”
“Definite wouldn’t. Would…would….definitely would. Hey, let’s go speak to them, if were lucky tonight we’ll be getting in their-“
“Enjoying the break, gents?”
The two young military police cadets jumped to their feet from their beach loungers, saluting to Group Captain Hobbs. “Yes sir, enjoying the view.” Hobbs frowned. “Let me tell you something son; the girls around here may be absurdly attractive for role-playing purposes, but they get around. A lot. Before you know it you’ll be knee deep in syphilis.”
“Which can be quickly cured with the application of pills sir.”
Hobbs shrugged. “Not before your dick smells like a YakCorp waste compactor! Get back to work!” Both cadets skulked off, walking back towards the council offices they were supposed to be guarding. Hobbs smiled. Perfect, he thought, as he sat down on the lounger and resumed checking-out-local-girls duty.
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“Sierra-Milkshake-Cricket-Three-Zero, it’s 11:38 hours planet side and we are coming over the threshold in three…” The SS Iron Boar, a Type-7 Frigate which was assigned to a regular patrol of Rivet, Soho and Mayville colonies along with SS Crescendo, was currently above Rivet, moving further away from the planet after flying over it in its upper orbit. All seemed good on the colony, home to 2 million people and a prime tourist destination in this system. With the Crescendo busy having a routine check up on Soho II, Iron Bar was on it’s own – but all was quiet, so Captain James Carville wasn’t bothered.
“This is Carville to Rivet Hub, we’ve got zero reading of contacts across the board and no bad word from you. Were going to exit the area via conventional means and proceed on to Mayville. We’ll see you next week.”
Hannah Sovur smiled – as Chief Naval Liason at Rivet Hub, the planet’s communications center, it was her responsibility to sign off the pass. As usual, the young attractive officer got a warm smile from the ships captain on the camera. “Stay safe, Nails.”
Carville laughed. “And you stay sexy, ma’am. Iron Boar out.”