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The Jumpship Redemption hung in sychronis orbit over the bright yellow star Sherman in the Zenith jump point. A small yellow sun star in the Outter Ring state of the Confederate Suns of Sol. At a distance of one hundred thousand kilometers it was little more than a shining silver needle aginst the black ocean. The light of the medium sized sun catching the the little freighter just right.

A single burning flame burned towards it, a small Skimmer class Dropship racing at it's max speed of four gravities. Which meant that the ship was moving so fast that the passengers were under four times their own weight. A spine busting feat for any pilot to attempt.

The reason the little ship ran so fast came sailing into view form the far side of the planet Serpidinal. Which used to be an Evangelist colony. Bye used to be, the little hot rock burned with planet consuming flames if the smoke could escape the little colony's atomosphere then the real horrors would lie open to all to see. From the vantage point all the Confederate DL2 Courrier could see was the flashing and detonations. But those had ceased by now and the planet was hidden from view by a thick cloud that would last for more than fifty years.

A bulbous black shape slid into view, the target of the mission. It was jet black expect for the purple plasma flare of it's main drive that marked it a Warship. The bulbous shape confounded the targeting computer for moments before it settled on a modified Frederick class Medium Frigate. Over two centuries out of date but with pirate ingunity and a little luck it was not a match for any Confederatoin ship but punish a colony that refuses to pay protection with ease. Six naval grade laser turrents, and four nuclear Mk 91 torpedo tubes, it had more than enough fire power to level a colony that had only a few Dropsips. The IFF identified it as the Iron Stilleto.

Captain Suitinere Heartlocke watched with icy eyes, as the pirate Warship closed with the doomed Dropship. Suitinere turned her head away as the pirate ship's forward laser enplacement sent a blue streaked ray of energy the size of a school bus almost. The last Dropship flared fusion white for a few seconds as the hull plating around it's massive drive flares ran like melted wax under the laser's heat then froze in place in the cold clutch of the vacum. It flashed white for a mere second then was erased from the face of the black ocean.

"Are we sure the this pirate Captain Rolo will not destroy the Redemption?" She asked in a hollow voice.

"Jumpships are very valuable mam, that pirate will at least take whatever spare parts for that hunk of junk she calls a Warship."

Suitinere flinched she hated the way Ensign Hoyte was so eager to test of the latest of the Confederation's newest shock troopers to be used as Otter Ring Enforcement Officers. Personaly she thought the cyborgs were an afront to humanity but she followed orders like any loyal citizen of the New Order.

"And your sure the Redemption is sabotaged, she won't be able to jump out, this would be a very big mistake Ensign Hoyte."

"My best agent did the work himself." The same over enthusiastic voice.

In the distance a flash erupted from the aft end of the Redemption the coolant tanks had been ruptered now there was no way for the Redemption to flee. The Iron Stilletto pulled along aside it, several armored docking arms extended and locked on the victim ship.

"Ok launch the damn half humans."

"Centurions, mamn, thet's their code name."

"Whatever, I don't give a bloody damn they've still got more machine in them than any man or woman I know."

Along the port bay of the Courier-class Dropship , a door receeded open and ten small automated High Penetration delivery capsules. The Dropship and pods were all painted void black and coated with RAM and equiped with ECMs. Radar Absorbant Material and Electronic Counter Measures. Suitinere watched the front view screen as the pods loaded with one Centurion each raced towards the two interstellar ships hanging above the star Sherman.

Centurion 114 lied supine as the Launch Pod rocketed towards it's target destination, his body was covered in head to toe with a matte black armor. It was a bulky suit nicked named Thor armor. It made him look like a knight of old except for the fact that it was highlighted various devices. A personal shield generaor, the helmet a golden faceplate mounted with several advanced communication and detection systems, as his computer partner Sarna liked to say it was his Lexus with full options. But he didn't have time to go over every detail as the pod hurled itself towards the offending pirate ship. Board and capture the Iron Stilletto.

The pod began it's preprogrammed evasive manuvers as it closed with a thousand kilometers of the 2604 meter length Medium Frigate. Centurion 114 was leader of te men and women of the CT-1 Centurion Team One. Of the ten yellow blips on his helmet huds three winked black as the Iron Stilletto's anti-metorite and point defense weaponary opened up ont he pods that were on a trajectory with it.

Five...

Three...

WHAM!! The pod latched itself to the hull of the Medium Frigate, with a jolt 114 four clenched the two weapons he ahd tigher. The MR23 Stinger Rocket Launcher and in his right arm a high calibur M-45 assault rifle. The lid lifted open and 114's magnetic boots clamped to the hull. With a quick step he made his way to the nearest outer hull hatch.

Captain Suitinere watch horrifired from the birdge of the confederate sneak ship. Thiry percent casueltie in the first thiry seconds of the mission, Suitinere couldn't help but feel a little twist of satisfaction in her heart as she watched Ensign Hoyte's shocked face.

"The point defense weaponary is supposed to be obsolete!" He cried.

"Obsolete is a decieveing word, the olderships had to have really responsive PD turrents to defend agaisnt metorites during high speed travel." She said with a slight smile.

"Your enjoying this." He said with shock.

"Those little metal humans might cost me my post out here if half of what they say is thru about them, so frankly I don't give a freudrat's ass. Ensign."

Hoyte mearly nodded and watch as the pods latched to the hull of the pirate ship. The remaining seven Centurions would prove themselves, they just had too, his career rode on this.

* * *

Junior Tech Asismov braced himself, him and thiry others liek himself armed with laser pistols only had to repel the pirate boarders. Some idiot hadn't resealed the coolant tanks properly now they were stuck.

The door flashed for instant than blew in as explosives mounted by the raiders outside blew the door open. Pieces of the metal doo whizzed by Asimov's head, some one screamed behind him. The fire fight started.

Laser beams of all hues hissed back and forth across the corridor some burned. The first pirate threw the door didn't even flinch when Asimoc shot him, he wore no armor but hte red haze of an energy sield surronded him. The pirate raised the muzzle of his rifle and an amber beam of his own burned into Asimov. Asimov screamed till the searing amber burned threw him and he fell dead.

114 stood over the outer seal of the dorsol docking seal. He took the C16 plastic explosive from his belt, he looped the Stinger Missle Tube over his shoulder and molded the clay like explosive over the door seal. He grabbed a simple blemish in the ship's hull activated the three second detonator. A slinent explosion went off, the gel padding on the inside of his Thor amor suit absorbed the concussion force of the blast, the door was simply gone and 114 propelled himself into the smmal space as the emergancy door slid shut.

Way to go big boy let them all know we're here.

Hey, no back seat driving Sarna, now plug into the computer here and open the inner doors.


114 held up his left arm and a cable jacked into a small data port. In a few seconds Sarna opened the doors and the cable zipped back into 114's wrist. The doors opened a a scrawny boy stood there, an ancient Zipper rifle cradled in his hands. The rifle let out a staccato roar, the bullets pinged and dented 114's armor. He raised the M-45 in his right arm and let loose with a three round burst. The bullets all hit the man in the chest lifted him up and threw him back down the corridor.

114 stepped over the corpse and continued the down the hull there was a slight flicker and the personal shield generator hummed to life an elastic field covering his entire outline. Green beams lanced down the hall way and sizzled on the shields, 114 lifted the assault rifle again and a full auto roar filled the corridor as heavy slugs slammed into the encroached pirates and outlaws.

The first target was the bridge one level down and four sections forward. He had to find a lift or ladder down then make his way threw a high security section. The secondary objective was to aprehend the pirate Captaina and force a surrender.

The first Centurion was aboard the pirate Warship battling it's way to the bridge. Ensign Hoyte watched a video link up with the suits sensors as the cyborg laid a scathing offensive against the pirate defenders.

"Move us in Helmsman." Suitinere ordered. NOw that the piates we're properly engaged the Military Dropship moved in. At 1.5 gravities it would make eat up the hundred thouasand kilometer distance in a couple hours.

The ship rocked and grouaned as the massive drive flares proppelled the ship forward, it slowly gained velocity.