Star Trek: Terra Alpha

"My troopers are keeping them contained," Lt. Colonel Sackett added. "Those hover bikes gives us maneuverability that the enemy doesn't have, and it keeps them from sweeping around and flanking us." "Aye I thought ye were bloody daft when you added them to your division. There hasn't been a proper c...

David gave Angel a stange look not fully comprehending what she had just said. "Your mother?"

Kat reigned her horse and started barking orders to the relief of their party, as the Infantry dispersed shedding their brigantines and preparing to get the wagon train moving again. David looked back over his shoulder impressed. "You've done well. Obviously. And no, I wasn't avoiding the question. ...

David chuckled, "Oh, I know how you feel. My family might as well be on Mars up in Alaska. I was an Army chaplain before the change." He shrugged, "But, your kin are safe. Your daughter, her husband and their two kids. They're pulling close to a thousand people through this nightmare. They'll be gla...

"You don't look like the governor's usual troops. They have been pushing for the head of Abbott-Bishop Beacham for several months now. They can't breech the walls of the Abby, but they can burn and pillage what we need to survive." He gave Angel a suspicious eye, than moved carefully over her compan...

Knight Brother David Sackett of the Holy Order of Saint Mary reigned his horse in as they approached the large caravan. His eyes fell upon the two score lancers in full plate armor. Their four foot kite shaped shields conspicuous in the absence of a coat of arms. The Infantry were similarly well equ...

David closed one eye, and gave his abdomen a critical examination. "No.... I don't think so."

"Bald, with a wee ugly dragon tattoo," Kat added. "She's no a threat to me, but she's dangerous nonetheless."

David swallowed, "I can't say I'm excited about that prospect. I don't know how a phaser is much good against a trained Ajem."

David removed his cowboy hat and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, "I assume that has something to do with our guests? So, send the hands here to protect them? Shall I issue orders to make sure they are fully armed?"

"I'll get Sam on the cribs. Davey can help Sam with the shoeing so we can get if done," Davis said. "Sam is our blacksmith," he explained to Kat, "but he has a fine hand with wood too. He can make a rifle stock slick as anything with carvings that would make Michelangelo jealous."