| UNSF: The Cost of Revenge year: 2215 Prologue: A Look Back Chapter One: The Return Chapter Two: Denial Chapter Three: Going Rogue Chapter Four: The Hunt Begins Chapter Five: Chapter Six: Chapter Seven: Two Steps Forward Chapter Eight: Two Steps Back Chapter Nine: Chapter Ten: The Cost of Revenge Epilogue: A Call Back The Cost of Revenge featuring: Admiral Monica Little Captain Terry Vaughn Captain Jay Styles General Eric Meelan |
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| "As of this day, you are no longer a part of the United Nations Space Force military." -Admiral Little to Captain Vaughn |
| Synopsis: With the orchestrator of the events of December 7, 2215 still elusive, Captain Vaughn, Captain Styles, and Eric Meelan request permission from UNSF HQ to continue to persue the hunt. Their request, however, is denied. They know they must go to great lengths to capture the terrorist...even if it means seperating from the UNSF. |
| Excerpt from "Going Rogue" UNSF HQ 13:03 SET 2215 "Alive!?" echoed Admiral Wellington. "You're telling me that after all this time, he's still alive?" "Yes sir," Captain Vaughn stated, talking for himself, Captain Styles, and General Meelan. "We have reason to believe that he's still alive." "Please tell me, Captain, what gives you reason to believe he's still alive?" Captain Vaughn hesitated before answering the question. He didn't want to sound like a fool, but the truth was the truth, no matter how foolhardy it sounded. "Admiral Mansel, sir," he said, avoiding Wellington's eyes. "Admiral Mansel told us right before..." "The man was suffering from extensive blood loss, Captain," Admiral Wellington said, obviously trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. "He was delusional, he could've seen anything, or nothing at all." "Admiral," Captain Styles broke in, "all of us here have known Admiral Mansel our entire careers. We trusted this man with our lives. If he says something is so, we believe it to be true." "Well I don't believe it to be true," growled Wellington. "So drop it. That Lawn Dart is just as dead as yesterday's dinner. You are reassigned back to your ships and original duties. This is the last I want to hear about the subject." "If Admiral Mansel was right, sir, this very well may not be the last you hear about the subject, Wellington," Meelan stated, through clenched teeth. "We need to nip this in the bud now, before it gets out of hand." "Listen to me carefully," Admiral Wellington stated with slow and exact words, "this is the last, the last I want to hear about it. If I hear the slightest utter from the three of you about this foolishness, I'll have all your rank. You too," he added, pointing a finger at General Meelan. And don't even think of an attempt of trying to find Ross, either. He's dead and gone. And if the notion to follow this perposterous lead moves you, I'll throw you out of the serivce so fast you won't even have to sign the paperwork. Is that understood?" "Indeed it is sir," acknowledged Captain Vaughn. He stood and with deliberate slowness unfastened the rank from his uniform. "I hereby resign from the United Nations Space Force, effective immediately." "I as well," voiced Captain Styles as he stood up. "Guess you can't prosecute us if we're not part of your military, huh?" "Well, you can let my guys know that I'm doing the same," General Meelan said, following Vaughn and Styles's leads. "You can count me out, too. I promised Mansel that I'd find the bastard, so find him I will." |