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A 'Third Empire of Man' story

CHAPTER 1


Rear Admiral John Timmons sat in his office, sulking about the big come down in his career. Six months before he had been the commanding authority for the entire Pegasus sector. Now he was just the commanding officer of a small supply base on Cyrus three. The only function of this base was to fill requisitions and supply security to a small lab, next door. He sat in his office thinking back to the cause of him being posted here.

Six months prior, things had been going great! He'd had total control of his sector, and the space station where he was posted. He had thought he was on 'Easy Street'! Everything just seemed to be falling into place. Soon he would have his third star, and enough time in, for retirement. He and his wife could buy a nice place on a warm planet, or he could just relax and enjoy life.

Everything was just great, except one thing: a Commander Daniel McLain and his crew of misfits. He had tried every trick he knew to make McLain and his crew look bad. He had been segregating them from the rest of the station and denied them parts and supplies, figuring that if he could make their next mission fail, some of the power that they seemed to hold would be gone. However, somehow... he suspected through massive theft and larceny... they not only had their ship ready, but had improved it, enabling them to not only take the mission, but accomplish it with ease.

Somehow, everything, he had done had gotten back to Imperial headquarters! He had received orders to report in front of an imperial military review board. He could remember it as if it had happened just yesterday. He had stood at attention in front of his immediate commander Vice Admiral Jackson and had gotten a full dressing down.

"Just what the hell did you think you were trying to pull? Commander McLane and his crew are part of the Imperial guard! They're not Navy! As Imperial Guards, they answer directly to the Emperor! Even I have no command over them, except as pertains to basic orders. Our job, basically, is just supporting them! Your career would be over now if not for some of your friends in the Admiralty! Since it's obvious you are not capable of running a sector, I have a nice cushy little assignment for you. There's a new base opening on Cyrus three. This base is basically there just to support a top-secret civilian lab with supplies and security. I am posting you there as their commanding officer. You should be able to just coast your way to retirement. You can forget about that third star, but if you do a good job, you might still keep your pension. Screw this up, and I don't care who you know in the Admiralty. Your ass is gone!"

Now he sat in his office, trying to think of ways to salvage his career. This Base was new. Everything was still one big cluster fuck. He thought the best way to make himself look good was to make this base one of the smoothest running bases that there ever was. He'd change things so that everything was running the Navy way: by the book.

The next day Admiral Timmons decided he would inspect his new command. Since this was a supply base, he thought the first place to inspect would be a supply depot calling for his adjutant to join him.

Walking in he asked to see a senior supply officer. After being introduced to Commander Helen Smith, they started the tour of the depot. The Admiral was very surprised at what they found. It seemed that the depot was filled with an incredible variety of stock, with no really apparent reason for having the different items. There was a vast supply of ordnance, which was surprising since this was not a fleet supply base. There was everything here from Medical Auto-Doc's, Fem-Bots, spaceship parts, to various ordnance, including mines, torpedoes, lasers and other weapons.

Turning to supply officer he said. "Commander Smith what is this? You have a little of everything here, and it doesn't make any sense to have such a smorgasbord of different items. Would you care to explain why you carry such a variety?"

"The lady in the lab next door just tells us what we need to order for her, and we order it."

"Does she say why she needs each item? Or what she's going to do with them?"

"No, Mrs. O'Connor just says what she needs. Then we fill out the proper requisition to get what she asked for. And when it comes in we deliver it."

"What? That's not the proper way things are done in this Navy. She needs to fill out the proper requisitions and have them approved as to their use. That's the way it will be done henceforth. Strictly 'by the book'!"

"The O'Connor's aren't going like that!"

"We'll just see about that!" He had said stomping off.

The Admiral was in a foul mood as he continued his inspection of his command. After inspecting the mess hall, barracks, and base motor pool. They began inspecting the rest of the base. The base bordered the land where the lab was built. The lab consisted of a nice house and a large building with a small landing field. Next to it was what was obviously a large junkyard, with a twenty-foot wide pathway between them. He noticed guards patrolling down the pathway and around the area that the lab sat on.

Turning to his adjutant he asked. "Why are there no guards inside the fence line? And why is that junkyard sitting there?"

"Sir, that junkyard belongs to Mrs. O Connor and her brother. The O'Connor's will not let any naval personnel on their land, unless making a delivery. They say that they don't need all the security and just want to be left alone."

"This situation is very strange. Just what are they doing in there?"

"No one knows, Sir. We just know that this base was established to support the O'Connor's. We are not sure what they're doing in there!"

"This is one of the strangest setups I've ever heard of. I've noticed in the table of organization that this base is assigned two interceptors and a destroyer. Where are they now? Out on patrols?"

"No, Sir. They are parked at the main spaceport, a little over twenty kilometers away."

"Twenty kilometers! That's ridiculous! If the only reason is having the ships is to support the O'Connor's, then they should be parked closer. That landing field is covering at least twenty acres. Isn't there plenty of room to park more ships? Not just those two interceptors and that destroyer!"

"The O'Connor's won't let any other ships on their private field without their express permission. One of the interceptors is their private ship. Mrs. O'Connor's brother Daniel is converting the other interceptor, and the destroyer, into yachts. The only other ship I've ever seen land here, was an Imperial sling ship."

"There's going to be a lot of changes around here, Captain Miller. See if you can schedule me an appointment with the O'Connor's in my office sometime tomorrow?" The admiral told his adjutant thinking that he would have the advantage of being in his office instead of being on their home ground.

Early the next morning the Admiral was sitting at his desk reading what little he could find in the O'Connor's files:

Tom O'Connor 32: eight years Sergeant Galactic Marine Corps dishonorably discharged: failure to obey a lawful order.

Six years: licensed bounty hunter.

Married: Desirée O'Toole.

Co-owner former interceptor ship 2086 'Luck of the Irish' Homeport Cyrus Three

Rest of file sealed: Highest Top-Secret.

Desirée O'Connor 30; owner and operator O'Toole Selvage

Co-owner former interceptor ship 2086 'Luck of the Irish' Homeport Cyrus Three

Married: Tom O'Connor, mother to one son: Patrick.

Rest of file sealed: Highest Top-Secret.

As he read these, he was just more confused. Why would the government be so abiding to these people? A dishonorably discharged Marine turned bounty hunter, and obviously working as a mechanic, just didn't make any sense! And then to have their files sealed so tightly that even his clearance was rejected? As he sat pondering all this is the intercom buzzed with his secretary announcing.

"Admiral, the O'Connor's are here to see you as you requested."

"Please send them right in." The admiral said while deciding to take full advantage and let them know how things were going to work henceforth.

Upon entering the room, O'Connor extended his hand to the Admiral and said, "Hello. I'm Tom O'Connor and this is my wife Desirée."

Ignoring the extended hand he said. "Yes, I know who you are. I'm Admiral Timmons on the new base commander here. There're going to be a lot of new changes to the way things operate now. First of all, anytime you need supplies you will turn in the proper requisitions and goes through all channels then you will report to me with the use of the said supplies are. Next I have three ships that are there to support you although having them 20 km away are ridiculous from this day forwards they will be parked on your landing strip. And lastly since we are here to provide security, I will be posting guards outside your building not just walking the perimeter."

After hearing the Admiral's rude comments and his blatant disregard to proper manners Tom yelled.

"If that's what you want, we quit. Pack up your base and get the hell out of here!"

After hearing this, the Admiral yelled back, "Just who the hell do you think you are? I'm in command here not you!"

The next thing he knew, he was picking himself up off the floor.

His nose was bleeding as he was yelling, "Guards! Guards, arrest this man!"

Immediately, two guards rushed into the room upon seeing the Admiral bleeding. They pointed their weapons and immediately took O'Connor into custody.

Desirée O'Connor said, "Admiral, you can't do this. We are civilians. We are not under your command."

"Yes... I... can!" the admiral ground out between gritted teeth. "He assaulted me, and this is an Imperial base of which I am the commander. He will be tried, and when convicted. He will serve time in prison."

"We'll just see about that!" she said while heading for the exit.

Just before she went out the door he had said, "Just remember Mrs. O'Connor, I'm in command here and since you are contracted with the government you work for me."

Spinning back around she replied, "That's where you're wrong! I have an understanding with the government, but there is no contract. After I contact your boss, you'll find out just how much authority you really have!"

After thinking a few seconds she added, "Also, before you get too carried away you should know my husband is a Peacekeeper!"

"I'm not worried about some planetary peacekeeper!"

"He's not

a planetary peacekeeper! He's an Imperial Peacekeeper!"

Edited By TeNderLoin & The Old Fart

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The author posted 3/29/12 on another site:

I'm sorry I haven't posted lately I had two Major Lung surgery's Then when I was feeling better I slipped and broke my Elbow so it's had to type one handed.

So he IS alive and pecking.

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 12 years ago
PLease moore

This is great stuff!

Please continue the "Bounty Hunting" series.

This is great story telling...

danimedrdanimedrabout 12 years ago

love your story please continue thanks

AnonymousAnonymousabout 12 years ago

KingKey, i love your stories, Doc is excellent, and the bounty hunting series is also excellent, please continue to update these stories as we all look forward to reading them. Great job.

danimedrdanimedrover 12 years ago

i absolutely love this series

as an artist i can well see this becoming a graphic novel

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