”Commander.”
Olaf walked onto the bridge of the Ragnarök, and he could immediately spot the hologram of Lord Sven that Mayuki had been talking to.
“Champion.”
He can hear Mayuki’s voice falter just a little, and a slight flush appearing on her cheeks. He can’t stop himself from smiling just a little.
“You wanted to see me?”
He looks to Mayuki. He hadn’t been technically summoned by Sven, but he had been asked to come by Mayuki.
“Yes.” She nods slightly.
“I need you to ready the troops. We’re set to arrive at our destination in five hours, and we’re not sure what we’ll be facing. We need everyone to be ready.”
Olaf nods, and prepares to leave.
“Olaf! I saw the video of you during the battle. I am most impressed.”
Sven’s face is covered by a wicked smile.
“Thank you, Sven.”
Olaf wasn’t too fond of the representative. He wasn’t a warrior, but he had to admit he was a natural leader. After all, he had managed to unite three wildly diverse settlements under a single banner without the use of force.
His own banner, Olaf notes dryly.
Well, no matter. Olaf didn’t exactly care. Sven had been a good source of challenges for Olaf to overcome.
And without him, Olaf wouldn’t be on this ship.
He let his gaze slide onto Mayuki.
And for that he was thankful.
“Do I have permission to leave?”
Mayuki gives him a slight nod, and Olaf turns and walks away.
“Alright, bastards! We’re arriving in five hours, and the commander wants us ready, so armor up.”
Olaf watches as the berserkers slowly stir from their rest. One, who had been playing cards versus a few of his fellows start to scrape up his winnings, snarling.
“Fuck that bitch! We still-“
Olaf grabs the berserker by the hair, and slams him face-first into the table.
The man falls off the chair unconscious.
“She is your commander, and you will show her respect! Do I make myself clear?”
Olaf glares at the other berserkers, none of which offer any further complaints.
“And clean up this shitstain! I want him armored up in five minutes.”
Olaf gives the unconscious warrior a small kick, and moves on.
He didn’t have to put on his armor, as he for all intents and purposes lived inside of it, only removing it to sleep and wash up.
He grabs his axe and helmet from the locker. He is ready.
McCallen peeks around the corner and takes a few potshots against the entrenched aliens.
“God dammit Jenkins, why didn’t you stick to the plan?!”
Jenkins shrugs on the other side of the corridor.
“Eh. Felt like it.”
McCallen was furious. He would get this idiot kicked out of the marines when they got back. If they got back.
Or at least stick him with the fenrisians.
The whole ambush plan had been thrown in the trash. What kind of moron shouts his name before charging into battle anyway? It’s ridiculous!
McCallen takes a deep breath and forces the anger aside.
He heard several plasma bolts pounding into the wall he was hiding behind, and saw the metal turning red and melting slightly.
There’s a pause in the fire, and he turns around the corner.
Boom.
An alien lies on the ground, screaming his last breath as his chest collapses. McCallen turns to see the second and third aliens reloading.
Boom, Boom.
They aren’t reloading anymore.
The rifle is out of bolts. McCallen throws the pilfered rifle aside.
“Clear.”
He quickly moves up to the fallen enemies, and grabs a new one from one of the bodies.
“Move on up. We need to find the cockpit before they find out something’s wrong!”
He kicks open the front door, only to find an alien pilot franticly tapping away at the controls.
McCallen levers the gun with the back of his head.
“If you intend to get out of this alive, get us into the air now. Jenkins! Connect your helmet to the sensory array. We’re extracting our people and getting the fuck out.”
The alien moves slowly, but does as instructed.
Jenkins just looks on the many blinking lights and monitors.
“uuhhh… which one is the sensory array?”
McCallen looks around, and rips a gray cable out of a monitor, which goes dark.
“I’ll just do it myself. Keep an eye on the alien.”
He connects the cable into the Omniport on his helmet, and then grabs the extension cable from his helmet, which he connects back into the monitor.
The picture returns, but this time it displays a map, which has a number of green dots marked on it.
“Take us to the green dots.”
The alien obeys.
Olaf has returned to the bridge as they make they approach arrival.
As they exit subspace, Olaf can see a star system with a large, green world rotating around the central star.
There were a couple of other planets in the system, but nothing that warranted their attention.
Olaf could see what looked like grey circles connected with brown lines that marred the surface of the planet.
“Ma’am! I think we just found a Quintar world.”
Olaf sneers a bit at the helmsman. No fucking shit.
Mayuki nods.
“Olaf! Get all warriors to the drop pods. We’re going on the offensive!”
Olaf grins.
She really is his kind of girl.