420 Happy? (1/2)
”What do you mean by taking back the probe?” Ford asked. ”Do we have the ability to launch someone up yet?”
”We don't exactly need to go all the way up...” Lt. Tavor replied. ”The probe should be in a decaying orbit. All we need to is meet the probe when it is at the lowest point of its orbit.”
”Than, we reset its computers, reestablish its command link back to us,” Lt. Tavor said. ”Than we set its trajectory back to a stable orbit and we change some programming remotely and we will have eyes over the entire planet.”
”Sounds easy...” Someone muttered.
”Fuck...” Chief Matt glared around. ”Easy? You think so?”
”First we need to make a rocket thruster that can get someone up there,” Chief Matt ticked off his fingers. ”We need a reentry vehicle capable to withstand the high gees and high temperature.”
”Next, fuel...” Chief Matt sighed. ”What fuel to use? We aren't on Earth or any of its colonies... We don't have a fuel that safe to use... A rocket to space is basically strapping a shit ton of HIGHLY FLAMMABLE fuel on a thruster and trying to control that burn!”
”Any tiny mistake and you have the biggest and most expensive fireworks in the skies,” Chief Matt shook his head. ”And an empty casket funeral for whoever is on board.”
”But is it doable?” Ford asked in a serious manner. ”Do we have the capabilities and tech to do get a rocket up there?”
”Technically, yes...” Chief Matt said after a moment of hesitation. ”But chances of success? I can't guarantee anything...”
Ford nodded, ”Ok, get your team to work on the idea... See if there is any feasibility to this idea.”
”I will temporarily take charge of all matters until the Captain is back on his feet,” Ford said. ”All governing issues will be continued to be handled by City Hall and the Princess's staff.”
”I will hold a closed door meeting with all the ministry heads to inform them of the situation,” Ford declared. ”Remember... till further notice, this news involving the Princess adduction and the Captain's illness must not be spread.”
”Until we take control of the situation,” Ford added. ”I do not want anyone doing anything rash... yet.”
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United Nations, City of Falledge, Faire Street
The large wind wolf paused in its tracks, its sharp claws making clicking sounds on the pebbled sidewalk as it bent its head down and sniffled the ground. It gave a low growl and crept forward, heading towards a row of houses. It then paused again as it sniffed around the door and gave a low growl.
A shadowy figure appeared next to the wind wolf and rubbed its mane before gesturing with some hand signals. Several figures appeared out of the shadows and split up, half went to the back of the houses while the rest stacked up next to the wooden door.
Bartley, ex Marine gunner, now part of the Falledge Police Department, Special Duties Unit, gestured to his partner, Grey, the wind wolf, to retreat back. He wore a balaclava, leather vest reinforced with trauma armour plates and large 'POLICE' stencil on the back of his armour in the common tongue, a standard issued SDF helmet and thick gloves, all coloured black.
The rest of the SDU team readied their stubby sub guns and braced themselves for action. Bartley removed a portable battering ram from his back and posed just next to the door and looked to the team leader to give the go ahead. The SDU team leader raised three fingers up and counted down to zero before chopping his hand down at the door.
Bartley took a deep breath and he swung the heavy cast iron battering ram with all his might against the door's lock, shattering the silence of the night. The lock barely survived the hit and a hole was punched through the door. The nearest SDU officer tossed a primed flashbang through the small hole just as Bartley took a step back and tilt his head away from the door. ”FLASH OUT!”
A loud pop followed by a flash of light leaked out from the hole. One SDU officer dragged the shattered door open and the rest piled in rapidly, their tactical lights on their sub guns lighting up the dark interior yelling at the surprised occupants inside. ”POLICE! FREEZE!”
”ITZ DA FARKING PIGZ!!” A half naked goblin wearing a thick gold necklace shrieked madly from the couch of the living room where a table was piled with several paper satchels and vials. A white powdery substance was spread over the surface of the while a small fire on the fireplace provided some light source to the dirty looking room. ”YOU NEVERZ TAKE KAPPA ALIVE!”
The goblin giggled wildly as he brandished a long knife and leapt over the couch, stabbing towards the closest SDU officer. Instantly several angry barks of gunshots erupted as the SDU officers fired at the crazed goblin.
The rest of the occupants suddenly broke out from their confused states, some of them tried to escape while others rushed the SDU officers, trying to take them down while laughing and giggling madly away. More gunfire erupted as the doped up users attacked the police officers who retaliated in self defense.
”FREEZE! POLICE!” The SDU officers screamed at the suspects but they ignored their commands. Bartley threw a right hook at a crazed woman, her eyes bloodshot and drools leaking out of the corner of her mouth as she kept laughing and coughing.
His punch sent the doped up woman crashing into the wall and she laid there unmoving as she was knocked out cold from the punch. A goblin tried to take the chance to slip between the legs of the fighting men and women towards the exit of the house. He crackled happily as he exited the house but there was a sudden growl and he suddenly found himself flying into the air.
Grey shook the goblin in his jaws wildly, making the goblin puke all over the place. The disgusted wolf tossed the sick goblin away and stepped away from the flicks of vomits. Several police officers quickly stepped forward and cuffed the dazed goblin while they waited for the action to die inside.