Deployment

Work

The week passed like a breeze for him. He finally got to work with his fellows' soldiers and learn all about the fort and the job. Today, he and Fabien were running the port security. The place was enormous, and their job was monotonous and agile. Fabien was used to it, but he was having problems memorising everything. His partner was there to help, though.
"Well, that would be all. Now you know everything there is to know to this post." Fabien said while rocking in his chair. "It's not the most fun work, but it'll get you through the day."
"Thanks for the help, Fabien. It was a little more than I was expecting."
"It was a busy day, the worst day for learning the post." Added with a smile. "How is your training doing? Varya posted a video of you being bombarded by tennis balls."
John just grunted.
"She is too... extrovert." Replied while watching his monitor. "I don't like to share pictures or videos."
"What was that? A power? An ability?"
"She was demonstrating one of her biokinetic abilities. She called it implosion or something like that. I barely can throw a ball at her..."
"It must be strange having those abilities."
"I mostly try to forget about them..."
"Kyashi posted a picture of you too, look." Said while handing him his pad.
They both were in the picture.
"It's from last week, I was more tired than I remember. At least she asked me if she could post that before doing it."
"You have all the women talking, John." Added with malice.
"I heard about it; first time I heard rumours about me in my life." Said at loud. "Where do we put that ship?"
A big transport just landed in their pad.
"They must go to customs first. Move them there. Remember to check everyone IDs."
John was scrolling through the crew when saw someone famous, infamous would be the right word. Blak Yunto was a one the criminals he was investigating with the city police. He was clean in this software, but his HUD said otherwise. The ship was full of food and clothes according to the manifest. Fabien got near him to help him.
"They're clean." Said carelessly. "Would you like to lunch with me? I have a spot in the pier."
"Sure, but this guy is one of my traffickers." John replied while casting his HUD to a display. I'm calling the commander."
"Puppy." Varya replied almost instantly. She was agitated. "I'm running with the crew in the beach. I want you here tomorrow."
Fabien chuckled silently when he heard his nickname.
"Blak Yunto is going through the screen right now. The security soft of the port is saying that his clean but our soft says that his got an APB."
"Shit... I'm going, he probably paid one of our techies to put him in the whitelist. A mistake. Follow him, puppy. You have permission to bite."
"Yes, ma'am."
"He's dangerous though. Borgians are properly trained like the valkirians."
Borgians where bulky humanoids, one of the most hated words in the galaxy, their skin were usually black with hints of some light colour and have some kind of exoskeleton over their heads instead of hair. His gear was in the shop, luckily, weapons were forbidden in the port. Only security could carry one.
"Fabien, I need you to guide me and keep an eye of him. I leave you his file just in case."
"Understood, take care John. He seems violent."
"He is, we interviewed one of his goons. He likes to trash anyone who fails him." The soldier said before walking through the door. "Inform security that I'm dealing with him. Varya orders, if they catch him, he will be lost in the bureaucracy for a week."
"Yeah, I'll inform the guys right now."
He sprinted through the corridor with haste, ending in a lateral door. His target was walking with impunity through the screens and the sensors. He was tall and was wearing his armour. Varya suspected that he was in a pirate crew from the Astarian Corridor.
"News?" Varya said through the comms. "I'm about to arrive at the fort."
"He's cocky. It's talking with everyone like any other ship captain. Right now, security is reading his clearance."
"They use the same soft that the port. That's why I'm annoying the colonel with the update in their DBs. Keep me informed, puppy."
"I will, ma'am."
"Don't get formal because this is official comms, idiot." Said jokingly. "Do you hear the rumours? You are banging the hottest chick in the fort."
"I heard..." He was ashamed about that.
"Don't worry, now you have a great reputation in bed."
He didn't want to talk about it. His target was walking around sounding like a seducer. He got a problem now, there was open land in the next section. His crew was far behind him.
"John, they got weapons on those crates. They are going to arrest them. You must do something, now." Fabien said through the comms. "How do they pass the first screen? The sergeant says they got some strange soft in the crates to cheat the scanners."
John had to do something before security ruin the stalking. Blak started to run for freedom in vain, the borgian was fast and the security was already talking about him. John tackled him fiercely. They both ended up rolling in the ground. He dodged a kick at the same that his fist landed in his enemy's face. It was like hitting a wall. Blak barely felt the punch. They started to fight instantly. Blak was well trained, and he seem to practice the famous grat-kudo that was taught throughout the military academies across the galaxy. His armour was taking all the damage and Jonh felt that he was stronger than him. The crew was behind him now, they were running too. He knocked a woman with a kick and ended up wrestling in the ground with a valkirian. His enemy's forehead broke his nose with a heavy impact. He rolled the valkirian and use his hand to hit him against the floor. Blak tried to run for it, but, just in time, grabbed his boot to make him fall. He got a few more problems in front of him. He took a hit from a kick but grabbed his leg and twisted to the right to making him fall. Blak was in the ground when he defeated the rest of the crew. His hands were hurting and Blak was running at him. His punch was heavy and predictable. He did a half step to punch his face, it was the only unprotected on his body. He blocked his knee to grab it and make him fall. The borgian rolled in the ground to tackle him and pin him against the ground. John used his leg to throw him out of his balance and stood up with a jump. He realized that he was surrounded by spectators. The high kick landed in his opponent head, making him fall in the ground. The borgian stoop up for a final bout. His holotool light up to form a long blade over his forearm. It looked like glass and was tinted in a deep green. Blak jump directly to his chest. John dodged and hit his arm with his elbow, locking the arm and the blade with it. Next, he pulled his arm while throwing a knee kick up, dislodging the arm of his opponent. Varya was clapping behind him when the security guards started to arrest them.
"We have that fight on camera, puppy." She got a smug smile on her face. "Good job. Your nose is bleeding."
John spitted blood at one side. Everyone was talking about him while Brak was cursing him in his native language. Some words were not translated.
"Don't pay attention to him, puppy. Guys, I want this idiot in the precinct by the afternoon."
"Yes, mam." The sergeant replied. "Good moves, Valentine."
"It's just kung fu." John replied when Fabien stopped in front of them.
"John, let's take you to the infirmary."
"I'll get him to Kyashi, Fabien. Don't worry." Varya said with a smile. "Let's go, puppy. One day without your gear and you got in a fight. Maybe try talking next time."
"He was already running..." John blurted out carelessly.
"Stupid reactions." Varya said at loud. "The bike is there."
John sat behind Varya to fly directly to the fort. Kyashi was waiting for them in the hangar. She got a little medical brief with her. She sat him on a stool to give him a quick glance.
"I'm fine, Kyashi. Just a deep cut on my side."
"Your nose is out of place."
John fixed with his right hand in an instant.
"I'm the doctor here, puppy... Let me do my job."
"Sorry."
"Let's go to the infirmary. Where is your armour?"
"Is your fault, Kyashi. You make him upgrade his mods." Varya joked with a smile. "I bring him to you as requested. No other doctors while you are around."
"Thank you, Varya."
John ended up face down in a gurney without his tank top.
"That's deep." Varya said at him. "Do you barely dodge it on purpose?"
"You can't dodge a blade with broad moves."
"I'll get you the video, Kyashi. He trashed seven goons by himself."
Kyashi got some kind of medical dispenser. It looked like a glue gun. She covered the cut with a dense white paste.
"It going to sting for a while, stay still."
"Ok."
"Did he say anything to you?"
"Not really, he just started running when realized that security was on his tail."
"Good job, puppy. We'll talk with him in the afternoon. We're finally closing this stupid traffic ring."
"Your hands are stiff, who do you punch?"
"He is a borgian."
"An armoured one." Varya added.
"I see, well, you are really sturdy, puppy."
"I got headbutted by a valkirian. First time."
"Their forehead plate are harder than your bones, John. Be careful."
"Luckily, he didn't have to wrestle with a testorian, those are tough mother fuckers." Varya said carelessly while reading her holotool. "My video of you being bombarded with balls is viral, puppy."
"I'll teach you the shield soon, I promise." Kyashi said. "It's a fun video, I have to say."
"Your gear is ready."
"Your wounds too, let me see your nose... You did a great job; do you have experience with those kinds of wounds?"
"You could say that." Replied the soldier. "They fix my knee in the academy; it got broken in an accident in Earth."
"I see that in your medical records. Too many broken bones, puppy. You should be more careful."
"I got hurt fighting other gangs mostly... my shifu taught me how to fight, after that my wounds were less frequent."
"You got trained?" Varya was distracted with his naked chest.
"Yeah, he was one of the few people that actually wanted to help us." John replied instantly. "Thank you, Kyashi."
"It's my job, puppy. Don't get hurt again. Take a painkiller for your nose."
John drank a glass of water before putting his shirt on. He was ready for the next assignment.