TEASER FICTION​ by Marco Pecota

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The ship's control room erupted in a cacophony of proximity alarms and alerts. “Commander, the enemies armada has warped right into range!” yelled Ensign Sing. Commander Rieson swiveled in her chair to face the massive visual display. “Right,” she spat. “Up status to code red ensign. Launch fighters, arm torpedoes, ready laser batteries and prepare for evasive maneuvers. Let’s make them pay for their mistake.”

 

Outside, the massive ships maneuvered against the star studded blackness of space, firing furiously, silent as ever.

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“Listen up class.” barked Captain Lefarious as he paced the dead silent classroom. “Everything you see in front of you is what you will need to win the upcoming battles. The state, apparently, has enough faith in you to place these resources under your command… god help us all.”

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Ensign Toatt, or Toady as most of the crew called him, spray painted the last words onto the massive side of the Mark IV HiTek Hammer Missile. Wiping his oily hands he stepped back to admire his work. “Awesome” he said under his breath. “All right Toady” yelled the Sergeant, “lets get these puppies in place. Lock n load.”

 

The last thing the enemy saw crudely painted on the side of the missile was a picture of a little puppy and the words "I love you.”

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Three Marauder Fighters peeled off the main squadron to attack the disabled Scrimmage, a frigate class ship.  It hung seemingly lifeless in space. “The enemy has destroyed our automated systems sarge,” a fear tinged scream from Ensign Tanner resounded. The smell of burnt circuitry filled the cramped gunner cabin. “Switch to manual” yelled back Sergeant Orsen. “we’ll take these guys out the old fashion way.” Or go to hell trying he thought to himself.

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