1. Retired - Chapter Two - Ranch


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

    harmlessly but it had been really close. The second grenade sped forth and took out the other emplacement. “I want that property, soldiers!”, I shouted, and men came out of the jungle to charge up the hill. At the same time, insurgents charged down the hill. My pistol sang until it ran out of power. Then I drew my combat knife. It took us ten minutes to get to the top of the hill. Once there I un-slung the grenade launcher from my back and pointed it at the mortar launchers. I pulled both triggers and let the grenades fly. The mortar crews had tried to abandon their weapons, but they were too late. The grenades ripped the nest into a tattered crater filled with parts. Then I looked around for a head count. There were five of us left. Eighty-five men charged the hill. Five walked back down. I activated my bob again. “Recon force, the mosquitoes have been swatted.” “Thank you, Patrol, state status and condition.” “Five of us own the hill, ma’am. We are searching for wounded.” “I will send support.” “Negative, ma’am. Recon never gives ground. We will hold.” Five hours later, three other carriers jumped in with a shit-load of men. Two weeks and the planet had been pacified and the rightful government freed. Insurgents had taken them hostage and destroyed the relay satellite. I was in charge of the force that went in after the leader of the insurgents. It was a fight but not much of one. They had been cut off from all support and we had solid supply lines. I came out of the ...
    bunker with Admon Quaid in chains. I had captured the supreme leader of the Spinners. “Captain Drake Daemon, please step forward.” I stepped forward and saluted the man in front of me. He was the Grand Marshal of the military. He returned the salute crisply. “Captain Drake Daemon, for services to the empire above and beyond the call of duty, I have been directed by the emperor to award you the Imperial Medal of Honor. Through your actions, and the men under you command, you saved the lives of over three hundred men and women.” “Thank you, sir,” I said, as he pinned the ultimate award to my chest. ********* The guidance alarm woke me as the truck made its final approach to my ranch. I looked out the windshield and through the slip shielding. There lay the fence to my land. I was still more than seventy five miles from my new home. Damn it, Robert. I am supposed to lay low, not run a ranch larger than any other on the planet. I thumbed the mapping system to life. My land covered over fourteen million acres. I was definitely going to spank Robert when I saw him again. The truck slowed, and I thumbed communications back to life. “Planetary Control, this is truck CVS1456 on final approach to destination. I request clearance to drop to one thousand meters and out of guidance control.” “Request granted.” “Affirmative, Planetary Control. Have a good day.” I dropped my altitude to private flight level. This was the highest you could fly outside of city limits without planetary control ...
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