One, two! My fists slammed into the heavy bag, each punch punctuated by a sharp, outward breath that tightened my core. One, two, three! Left and two rights. I moved right, sidestepping lightly and keeping up a constant barrage of light taps. Four, five! I added in a kick. Not a flashy one, just a straight up roundhouse with the top of my foot that went into the bag with a resounding smack.
I took out my pent up frustration on the bag. There were too many Forcers in the galaxy. Their space wizardry or whatever the hell it was made me look like a crippled kid. I couldn't fight 'em. Not without help.
I finished the workout and towled off my face. Mmm, sweat. I'd put in a request to my superior officer for some equipment that would better protect us against Force Users. He said he had something in mind, patent pending, but that he would let us know. In the meantime, he'd told me to check out Akure Executive Leatherworks. Guess they sold some good stuff there. Sounded funky to me, but then I remembered the mission a while back. Killin' terentateks. We'd been ordered to skin the hides. Hmm, started to make sense now.
After a bit more workin' out I decided I might as well go visit this shop. Even if it was out of my price range.
Sometime later I found myself standing inside the shop, staring at the "speciality" list. I grunted.
"I'll take the leviathan bracers and the Cater coat."
"That will be two million," came the curt reply.
My jaw hit the floor. Two frakking million? I grunted again and started to put the speciality brochure away.
"Wait a sec- you with Fringe military?"
I looked down. I still wore the combat pants. They had a nice, big fat logo on the side that told everyone who I was. I frowned. I needed something more inconspicuous. "Yeah."
"Dak Canton?"
"Uh-" How the hell did he know my name? My hand itched a little. Trigger finger, see.
"Don't worry, I just got an order in for you. Somebody already paid for your stuff."
"What," it wasn't really a question. More like a statement of astonishment.
"Yeah, forget about it. Here. Here's an dyed green-gray Cater coat and a pair of leviathan bracers."
The guy set a package on the counter. It had my name on it. I scratched my head. Didn't get a whole lot of gifts, see. Not too many friends.
"Uhm. Thanks."
I grabbed the package and left. Who the h- I frowned. Damnit. Some superior officer I had. Spoilin' me. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. I had half a mind to turn around and dump this stuff back where it came from. But I couldn't... I needed the equipment. Frakkin' brass. I'm no charity case.
Growling, I made my way back to my freighter. Frakkin' brass.
I took out my pent up frustration on the bag. There were too many Forcers in the galaxy. Their space wizardry or whatever the hell it was made me look like a crippled kid. I couldn't fight 'em. Not without help.
I finished the workout and towled off my face. Mmm, sweat. I'd put in a request to my superior officer for some equipment that would better protect us against Force Users. He said he had something in mind, patent pending, but that he would let us know. In the meantime, he'd told me to check out Akure Executive Leatherworks. Guess they sold some good stuff there. Sounded funky to me, but then I remembered the mission a while back. Killin' terentateks. We'd been ordered to skin the hides. Hmm, started to make sense now.
After a bit more workin' out I decided I might as well go visit this shop. Even if it was out of my price range.
Sometime later I found myself standing inside the shop, staring at the "speciality" list. I grunted.
"I'll take the leviathan bracers and the Cater coat."
"That will be two million," came the curt reply.
My jaw hit the floor. Two frakking million? I grunted again and started to put the speciality brochure away.
"Wait a sec- you with Fringe military?"
I looked down. I still wore the combat pants. They had a nice, big fat logo on the side that told everyone who I was. I frowned. I needed something more inconspicuous. "Yeah."
"Dak Canton?"
"Uh-" How the hell did he know my name? My hand itched a little. Trigger finger, see.
"Don't worry, I just got an order in for you. Somebody already paid for your stuff."
"What," it wasn't really a question. More like a statement of astonishment.
"Yeah, forget about it. Here. Here's an dyed green-gray Cater coat and a pair of leviathan bracers."
The guy set a package on the counter. It had my name on it. I scratched my head. Didn't get a whole lot of gifts, see. Not too many friends.
"Uhm. Thanks."
I grabbed the package and left. Who the h- I frowned. Damnit. Some superior officer I had. Spoilin' me. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. I had half a mind to turn around and dump this stuff back where it came from. But I couldn't... I needed the equipment. Frakkin' brass. I'm no charity case.
Growling, I made my way back to my freighter. Frakkin' brass.
