Orbital by bill zhao copyright 2017 Bill Zhao Table of Contents act one (earth)

There was nothing but ringing and debris. Derek lied on his chest,
staring at the metal impaled body of yet another operator. Now the only
one left was the Australian, wherever he was. Derek saw figures run
past him. Men and women fighting for them. A young Orbi-Sec soldier
stopped in front of Derek, stared at him for a second before yelling
“He’s here!” She knelt down to pull Derek out. “Not here. Not now” she
said “You will not let this battle be for nothing”, staring coldly into his
eyes. An injured Carter ran up to Derek. “Come on! We are getting the
fuck outta here.”
“
Where’s Tom and the others?” “Not important right now. You are the only
priority. Now go! We’ll make sure you get there safely.” The remaining
Orbi-Sec forces were overwhelmed by the onslaught of the USOC army
who had the be er guns, soldiers and gear. Luckily for Derek, bodies lied
on the ground along with their combat rifles. He picked one up and not
realising how heavy it was, let it hang in his hand for a while before
bringing it up to a firing posi on. Its Bullpup design and large carrying
handle allowed Derek to iden fy it as a CAR-D4 ‘CARDA’ by short. He hated
how he knew that. Its rugged and edged design paired with its short barrel
and large stock made it seem like a weak assault weapon but Derek knew
otherwise. It sure packed a punch. The two tone black and grey with cuts
of dark orange screamed danger, making it seem like a formidable villain.
S ll, how could one combat rifle take down an army? But Derek sure felt
confident. Clear, square cut, chevron shaped illuminated iron sights
allowed Derek to have quick target acquisi on and the hand shaped
slanted grip gave him the edge although this was no match for the fully
automa c Designated Marksman Rifles used by USOC troops.
“
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STANDING HERE FOR? STOP STARING AT YOUR
WEAPON AND FUCKING RUN OTHERWISE I’M GONNA CUT OFF YOUR
USELESS LEGS, TOSS ‘EM ON A SHIP TO SATURN AND THROW YOU TO THE
FUCKING ICARUS” yelled a rather impolite and impa ent Sergeant,
throwing Derek out of his trance. “R-right sir. Yeah.” And off he ran.

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