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MetroForce Chapters 5 and 6
MetroForce Chapters 5 and 6
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MetroForce
Chapters 5 and 6
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The Steinreise luxury yacht came out of jump drive close enough to the moon
to feel its gravity. Terry unstrapped and stumbled to the bar. He always needed a drink
after jumping; the alcohol seemed to stabilize his system. It was the only other time he
Ephraim and Kwame joined him. The excitement of the assignment dulled his
loathing of Kwame, but he still felt uncomfortable so close to the man. He took his drink
“Come on, Terry, let it go,” Kwame pleaded. “How long are we going to do
this?”
Terry sat his drink down, anger warming his hands. “You want me to forgive
Terry rested his forearms on his thighs and leaned toward Kwame.
“I’ll make you a deal, my brother. You get a shovel, fly your ass back to
Hadassah and dig out all five hundred of those miners you buried alive and bring them
Ephraim stepped between them. “Let’s focus at the job at hand. Hadassah is a
done deal. Kwame’s actions were crude but effective. Terry, you did an excellent job of
negotiating before and after the incident. That’s why you’re both here. Now relax,
Luna Central came into view as the ship approached Earth’s moon, a speck of
green on a sea of frigid white. The base was Environ’s first off world terraforming
project. Beneath the pressurized dome was one hundred square miles of life, a small city
surrounded by grasslands, forests and lakes. Ephraim gazed at the view screen like a
child.
Terry was experiencing his own sense of wonder. So this was it, the cradle of
man, the blueprint for the universe. First Moon resembled the asteroid colonies where he
spent his childhood, pieces of rock valuable enough for mining but not worth the cost of
complete transformation. He was eighteen before he set foot on his first complete planet,
Sahara Seven. It was a dust bowl planet where he completed the first phase of his basic
training for Corporate Security, a dangerous decision for a young man back then. The UN
rebels had revived their attacks across the Alliance. Environ was embroiled in “active
headquarters. In those days he traveled the systems in the cramped bowls of a Steinreise
troop transport, bouncing from one hot spot to the next while gaining rank from attrition.
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“You’re looking at history,” Ephraim said. “This is where it all began. We’ll
be on base for a few days before going to Earth, so feel free to look around.”
The ship landed at a satellite base outside the main dome. They transferred to
an underground shuttle which whisked them through atmosphere transition and into the
The door slid aside and they were greeted by Scott Daniels, Lunar Liaison. He
was a tall man with remnants of an athletic past around his shoulders. He was dressed in
Environ Security blues, navy vests and pants with the green and blue Environ World
insignia stitched over the heart. His green beret held the scroll pin signifying his rank.
Beside him stood a striking woman, dark brown skin with caramel eyes that glistened
with flecks of gold. She was a civilian, dressed elegantly in a dress that complimented the
Liaison’s but left no doubt about the perfection just beneath the fabric.
“Thank you,” Ephraim replied with a smile. “I’m surprised you seemed
pleased.”
Daniels stood between them. “You two can flirt later. I believe the Director
shrine.”
“Your exactly right, Director. The foundation structures haven’t been touched
outside routine maintenance. We have constructed new facilities for the Terra transition
Ephraim and Kwame followed Scott as he pointed and gestured his way
across the grounds. Terry and Fatima stood still, holding hands.
“For now,” Fatima said. “We need to catch up with the others.”
Terry shrugged. “Environ is a job, not a faith. I’m just keeping things in
“Don’t believe everything you hear,” Fatima warned. “Earth is like every
“It was nice meeting you Terry. I hope to see you again very soon.”
Terry watched Fatima walk away. This assignment might not be all bad if
there were other women like her on Earth. She was a real beauty, not one of those
He broke his gaze and searched for the net room. An ensign pointed him to the
facility, a low grey building at the center of the base. What it lacked in imagination it
made up for in the interior. There were more that twenty five separate access rooms
designed to resemble a high-level Environ officer cubicle. Terry dropped into the leather
“I’m sorry, Terry. Fatima Dingane’s information is not corporate sealed. Her
firewall contains a series of illegal security viruses. Do you wish me to begin Corporate
“It’s nothing, Net.” Terry decided to get to real business. “I need background
information on Atlanta.”
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The screen was immediately flooded with images, video and text. Terry had
spent hours on Paradise going over statistics for Earth city-states in general, but he waited
until Luna Central to study them in detail. Paradise had the best search engines in the
Alliance, but there was always some information that could only be found close to the
source. True to form, Terry discovered details the Paradisean access omitted, information
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The congregation of Ebenezer Baptist Church exited the gilded doors with the
friendly cacophony that always followed a good sermon. They strolled to their nearby
condos, taking advantage of the warm spring air sifting through the open Dome shudders.
Michelle was one of the last to leave. She was dressed in her Sunday finest, an emerald
green dress that blended will with her mocha skin and hazel eyes. Reverend Bishop
walked with her, kept at a distance by the enormous green hat rounding out her outfit.
“Don’t. Everyone needs inspiration now and then. I’m sure there were other
folks that took the message to heart. Now, one friend to another, how are you dealing
“What can I do, Robert? The Environ delegation arrives tomorrow morning to
meet with the City Council. Half of the council is talking rebellion and the other half
praising the day. We don’t need a war, Robert, but we don’t need to roll over and play
dead, either.”
Robert laughed. “You know better than that. You’re a grown woman, the
mayor of the most powerful city-state on Earth. I can only give you spiritual guidance.”
Michelle knew Robert was right; he always was. She should have said yes
when he proposed to her fifteen years ago. But Robert wanted her to be a preacher’s wife
in every sense of the word and she was too ambitious for a support role. She was an
“Thank you, Robert,” she said. She kissed him on the cheek.
“As far as Mrs. Bishop is concerned, nothing from you is just friendly. Now
Michelle smiled and headed up Auburn Avenue to the Center, her security
close by but discreet. It was spring in Atlanta and the Dome was open to the warm
breezes of the season. The city had managed to keep its reputation as a city of trees
despite the intense urbanization, the route lined with Bradford Pears in full splendor. The
dogwoods had yet to put on their display, their buds swollen in anticipation. She stopped
at the reflection pool, gazing at the tombs of the Kings, the legends her ancestor knew as
a friend. It helped to reminisce on family’s history before accessing the room. The
pictures and statues in the Center failed to capture the humanity that thrived in the family
stories.
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Michelle avoided the tourists by entering through the employee’s entrance at
the rear of the exhibit. She went to the personal elevator, placing her palm on the access
grid. The door slid open and she entered. She felt a chill as he descended ten levels into
the archive room. The maintenance system had been activated by her palm pass so by the
time she entered the room if felt as if she’d only stepped out a moment ago. In reality it
had been ten years since she last visited the archives. She sat in the solitary suede chair
and waited.
A door appeared and the Teacher emerged, a warm smile on his face.
relax. I think our discussions would be more productive if you were more at ease.”
“Don’t waste the electricity,” Michelle said. “That will never happen. If I was
sovereign entity.”
“Precisely.” The Teacher stood, folding his hands behind his back. “You’ve
forgotten the basic truths of human existence, Michelle. In order to have peace, you must
“The corporations have always been interested in Earth. It’s the model for
every terraformed world. Every planet, asteroid and space station is a reflection of Gaia.
It was only a matter of time before the Council came full circle. Don’t forget those same
men on the Council board are the same men that signed the declaration of war against the
UN. They are still alive after five centuries. They have not forgotten.”
“My purpose is not to dictate. I only lay the options before and aid in your
consideration. There is, however, a question you might ask yourself; what it more
The Teacher smiled. “No. Survival is the only option. Life is the struggle of
order against chaos. The victory is survival. Whatever path you choose to follow must
insure the survival of Atlanta. It is your only obligation to the people who voted for you.
When they open their eyes in the morning they want to see the same world they closed
The Teacher entered his false door and disappeared. Michelle left the room
more confused that when she entered. Her security team has summoned her personal
shuttle and she climbed in, sinking deep into the cushions.
“The Ring.”
“You’re the boss.” Tony tapped his phone. “Get me more cover. We’re going
The shuttle lifted into the air traffic, heading to the nearest dome transfer.
Security pods descended around them, forming a standard diamond security formation.
Together they left the Dome and entered the chaos of the Ring.