NEW AUTHORS SHOWCASE
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23-09-08 6M p11 |
Operation: 180 by Nathan East |
Synopsis: country has been authorised a maximum level of re-armament. Many years and minor battles pass, and by the start of the twenty-second century, two forces dictate Earth: Handa and Mixon. The year is now 2112 and a prodigal soldier, along with his twin brother, is on the brink of being born into the Mixon Way. Due to their parents purgatory and defection into exile, the two siblings are born between army’s: Michael Drake Kowalski is reclaimed savagely by Mixon, but Jacob Stenson Kowalski, with the aid of the oldest man on the planet and tribal outlaws Erco, finds refuge in a Handa region. primitive set-up, with a double bed in the centre and built solely by breeze blocks. Surrounding the bed was only one writing table that was equipped with a lamp that seldom worked and a cupboard too small to fit two people’s belongings in. The room was also devoid of decoration whatsoever; no carpet, paint on the walls or ornaments were seen. As a consequence the room was bare and cold, even when the sun was at its highest point and its rays shot into the chamber. This was not personal to Jan and Analina, they were all like this. Jan had started to open his eyes, though Analina still remained as quiet as possible. Running her fingers through his hair and kissing him on the forehead, she continued. “It’s six o’clock baby, I dare you to go back to sleep.” Jan did not reply. Instead he threw the covers back, exposing an almost perfect physique. Then supporting himself using his right elbow that he dug into the mattress and his right hand that cupped the back of his head, Jan was ready to reply. “Jaaaan,” said Analina, again letting the vowel in the word linger. In addition to this she also raised a smile reminiscent of Mixon-Minors; bashful and alluring at the same time. Fending her lover off, she spoke once more. “We have to go, now stop.” As Jan was kissing his beloved, he was also making noises like a tiger. “Jan. No more!” said Analina angrily, and stood up to face her companion. “Now get up Jan. I do not like this part of the day, but it has to be done.” Analina’s voice was clear, and left its recipient under no illusions. It was as if the inspection had already started, and it was she who held the reins.
The town of Monto was the closest inhabited piece of land to the Mixon base-camp and housed over one million people (this is an estimate as all paper records ceased in 2100). Dwellers of the town were mainly civilians, some of which had had combat-training, but a proportion were frontline soldiers. The latter engaged in clearance operations : pushing back any Handa forces that approached Mixon territory, to which Jan had on occasions been a part of. Monto was also the primary outpost for squadrons who were on a mission and required any of the following: rest, ammunition, food, water, or a mid-mission debriefing. In fact so close was Monto to headquarters, that the command centre of Mixon base-camp was visible from Jan and Analina’s single barred window. 06:07am, the clock ticked on. prevent any sexual advances and cause friction between indigenous groups; the constant battles with Handa were difficult enough, a momentary lapse in concentration could prove to be fatal; minds and bodies did not need to be distracted through the primitive human emotion of lust. Jan, shaking his head at Analina’s submission to the Mixon Way, began the inspection. Though he should have been paying close attention to creases and the like, Jan’s mind wandered; she had the perfect figure and he desperately wanted to hold it against his. Both companions reflected on this incident; Julia Grey, only seven rooms from Analina and Jan, had left Monto kicking and screaming. It was true her neck was bare, however, it was more to do with a re-issued top than a defiance of the regime; Mixon had given Julia a top that was a size too small; too frightened to question it, she had seemingly paid the ultimate price. Jan’s look said enough, and without further objection Analina began to move around her companion. She would do this not once, but three times, tugging at anything that resembled a crease. Though her eyes never met his throughout the inspection, after a brief period of silence Analina replied: “I know.” Both companions began to move, their hearts pounding against their chests. “If you take more than one pace forward it will be deemed as an act of disobedience and you will be arrested immediately.” Roll-call was underway…. |