Chapter 1
May 20, 2551
Earth, N. America U.S., New York
It was almost summer break from West Point Military Academy and Sr. Jason Decker couldn’t wait to get out of this low G combat class final for a few reasons. Reason one was, because he hates the feeling of being weightless, and trying to do combat was not a good way to hold one’s lunch down. The second reason was he also can’t wait for his first year tour of duty on a Starship as a Starfleet MACO in United Federation of Planet’s space or beyond into the unknown Delta Quadrant of space and take on some Borg
ship as a Starfleet MACO officer. The third reason he wanted to get out was to see his beautiful blue-eyed goddess Jasmine Ramires, because he hadn’t seen her in a few months due to the fact she was in her last year of school, herself becoming a biochemist in Troy, New York, at the college of Rensselaer to become a medic for Starfleet.
Damn, that hurt, Cadet Decker thought to himself, as he got a hard right fist to the face by the younger girl in front of him; now the girl was giving him a half grin on her face. As Jason flipped backward a few times from the shot to his face he just got from Bernadette Cardose in low G, it took him about three tries to right himself to where he faces the short dark-haired young lady to plan his next move.
The low G hand-to-hand combat had been going on for a good strong ten minutes now; Jason was starting to lose his focus and getting pretty tired very fast after each time of blocking kicks, knees, hand, or an elbow to save his strength until he can go on the offense to try to win this fight against this very fast, tall Amazon warrior. As the sweat poured down his brow and the salt started to burn his dark brown eyes, he saw his chance in Bernadette’s defense: the only way that Jason can win this fight is for him to get under her long reach and use it to his own gain with help of the low G.
Jason Decker turned his back on Cardose and started to walk to the southern wall in front of him. It could piss off the tall young twenty-year-old warrior queen, and that is what Jason was banking on. The
fact was everyone knew that Bernadette has very short tempered, even though she had a face of an angel. She could turn into a crazy demon in a fight if you ever got caught in her rage. But you could use her rage against her, if one is fast enough and wise enough to do so. The problem was you only got one chance to use Bernadette’s anger against her; if you didn’t, you were soon to face the wrath of the Amazon and on the floor as well in lots of pain.
Out the corner of Jason’s left eye, he saw the warrior woman coming from behind him, and with amazing speed for a tall young lady such as Bernadette Cardose. Then she gave off a warrior cry as if Bernadette was from ancient Greece, or from the earlier 1990s show Xena: Warrior Princess that Jason watches just to see some sexy women kick people’s asses for them. Plus, pick up some fighting moves as well that they do not teach you at West Point Military Academy.
Jason Decker hid his smile as he had his back turned to her, and when he thought she was close enough, he ran full speed along in low G toward the wall. Then with the help of the less weight that he would have had in normal gravity made it easy for Jason to jump into the southern wall like a swimmer, then he did a half flip to a half turn off the wall. Bernadette must have thought that Jason was going to come at her with both fists out, but to the warrior queen’s surprise, he rolled out into a ball, and Bernadette turned her body to get out the double fist blow that never came.
Jason took the chance after springing up from the roll on the floor to give a strong roundhouse kick to her abdomen to knock the wind out of the six foot tall Junior with his right foot. Then he came back around with a sweep kick as an afterthought to end the fight once and for all.
It took about a few seconds for Bernadette’s brain to tell her that she was lying face up on her back with Jason Decker standing over, with his eyes wide and defocus like some kind of unknown wild animal for the final kill.
That’s when they both heard the buzzing sound to stop the hand-to-hand comba,t and then Gen. Macwood McGregor said, “Well done, Cadet Decker, for using your opponent’s weakness and the gravity in your favor. I’m also glad that you’re no longer a pain in my ass anymore, and even I know you will make a great Starfleet officer. You will have to learn to stop playing these bullshit games of yours, of being a rebel and be a team player.” He had a smile on his face as if he had memories of his other
students and could see himself in Jason.
General McGregor moved on to the young woman in the fight area and with a half-smile with his hazel eyes moving around, as if he was looking for words to say to her Bernadette out of the air.
“Cardose, you are a very strong and fast young woman, I must say. There is not a doubt that if one of your attacks would hit anyone, that person would most likely be knocked out or at least think twice about fighting you hand to hand. Your problem is that you let your rage get the better of you, and you
then lose control of your fight and go wild as you see from the fight with young Decker. So next year, we will work on that little problem, okay?”
The general did not wait for her to reply and addressed the whole class by saying, “I hope you all have a great summer and good luck to everyone. Next year, may you be in here again for another year. Or you’re on some starship exploring all four known quadrants of space to seek out new life, new civilizations and new worlds. Now with that in mind, what is the number one rule in hand-to-hand combat?”
Everyone in the class said, “The way to win a fight is to be the smarter fighter, sir, in the military chorus that the young Starfleet MACO learned ever since they entered the Starfleet Academy in San Francisco. After taking the entry exam and if the person passed getting transformed to anywhere on Earth—depending on the person’s special fleets in command, engineer, and or fields—in what make Starfleet make the United Federation of Planets keep on moving future, while making everyday life easier for the citation of
the Federation.
Then General McGregor said, “Now get the hell out of my class, you ugly maggots!” as he smiled and walked away. Now Jason only had one more class to do and that was tactical history class. He knew the class sucked, but he could see one of his good friends that he met at the first day here at West Point Military Academy and off to his last class forever.
Chapter 2
May 20, 2551
Earth, N. America, U.S., New York
Cadet Darren Perl’ata just stepped off the transporter pad, like he did for the past four years now for the last time to meet his classmate and close friend Jason Decker. Decker regarded his friend for a few seconds and then asked, “How is Starfleet Academy in San Francisco doing?” with a smile. Darren smiled and said, “I am damn glad that’s over and that my final in trans-warp is over. I will miss seeing the three statues in the middle of campus.”
“Yea, me too. I love sitting there looking at the great minds of Dr.
Zefram Cochrane and Henry Archer,” Jason said, as the two friends kept
walking to their next class.
Cadet Perl’ata looked at his friend with a puzzled look, as if to say, “I am the one becoming the MACO engineer and what do you do besides the basic of warp theory?” Darren kept that thought to himself and said, “You are right. If it was not for those two, we would still be planet side, or we would most likely kill one another by now from what I learned in the history of the mid-twenty-first century or early in history,” with a grim look on his dark face as look to his white tan friend.