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Retired - Chapter Two - Ranch

Date: 11/15/2014, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: Brootforce, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

emperor. I tried to sit up and salute. The nurse held me down. “Relax, Colonel Daemon,” the emperor said softly. “There is no need for that right now. I wanted to come by and thank you personally for saving the life of my son and his future wife. I was told by Beck you acted like a Praetorian Guardsmen in all actions while the incident was going on, to the point of refusing to die.” “I did my duty, your majesty.” “I was told you would say that. I was also told you have enough medals to start your own jewelry store. I am afraid you will have a few more soon. Beck told me to tell you that she would be honored if you would stand beside her as a Praetorian Guardsmen. My son wants you as the leader of his wife’s future guardsmen. I would be honored to put the lives of my family in your hands.” “Your majesty, I am a combat soldier. I would not even know what to do as a Praetorian Guardsman.” “You would fight to protect your charges. Think of it as babysitting, with guns.” ********* The proximity alert startled me out of my reverie. I looked at the guidance computer and we were still five hundred miles out. The alarm should not have gone off for another four hundred miles. Then the rail slugs ripped though the rear of the flyer. I grabbed the controls and started myself into a dive. Coolant alarms were going off and Lizell started screaming. The craft started responding slowly almost immediately. They had struck the cooling system. We had less than a minute to bail out. “Strap in! ... Now!”, I yelled, as I tried to pull the craft out of its dive. I managed to pull up just as the craft scraped the tree tops. The engines sucked in huge quantities of leaves and twigs. As I pulled up, continuing the loop, smoke started to pour out of the engine cowling. Lizell screamed again as she saw where the craft was headed. At the top of the loop, I corrected my aim and dove straight for the pursuing craft. I accelerated to top speed of mach four and yanked the ejection handle. The passenger pod tore free of the flyer as the drive section dove into the black hover-car following us. Lizell was still screaming as we tumbled through the air. Then the airfoil exploded out and slowed our decent. The jungle below us seemed to reach out its arms and gather us to her bosom. The pod came to rest hanging from the airfoil ropes. We were still about thirty feet above the ground. I reached down and popped the emergency handle to open the pod. Then I looked over at Lizell. “Are you alright?” She looked at me and shook her head. “You’re going to get us killed! You’re crazy!” “No, I won’t get us killed. If you listen to me, and do what I tell you, I will get you out of this alive. It is what I do. Now, are you hurt?” She shook her head, “I think I am alright. How are we going to get down?” “There is rope in one of the bags. I will rig a sling and lower you. Then I will climb down.” It took me about fifteen minutes to get us down out of the tree. I then lifted one of the bags onto my back ...