No Higher Power

Chapter 2 The Invasion

Jalh looked over Jason and Isaac as they piloted Dragon. Jalh, Isaac, and Jason were the only men among the crew who were experienced fliers. The glass held tight as the stars glittered into Jalh's view. The beauty of the stars and the planets seemed station less as they flew through the black void of space. The celestial plains couldn't keep men from the heavens. This was the final journey of men, the exploration of space and the final era for humans, across not just the Earth, but the galaxy.

The men slowly approached the planet Hexiss, as the space station called in.

"I need your ID sir." The monotone voice asked.

"F-1-50" Jalh spoke back into the mic. It was his military ID, which the Empire wouldn't close for his hopeful return.

"It says you are ex-military and a mercenary."

"Yes, let us in." Jalh commanded, "Important business."

"Yes Mr. Horker." The receptions replied.

The Dragon flew into the space station with ease as the man walked out from their space station. Jalh walked out, in his strong armor walking forward with his men behind him, guns loaded and ready. A few guards came closer a military soldier in his fine garment walking towards to great the armed men.

"Hello, I suppose I could persuade you to holster your weapons."

"Sorry, you supposed wrong." Jalh replied sternly, "Are business is not with you, but a client elsewhere on the planet, I haven't broken any laws."

"Very well, though on Hexiss it is not illegal to carry a weapon, all of them MUST be holstered in public places." The commander replied.

"Very well." Jalh said holstering his rifle on his back, "you heard the man."

The rest of his group did the same, holstering their sorted weapons types. Jason had stayed with Dragon. Though it was bought with Jalh's money, it was his baby. The man had stayed behind knowing that a quick retrieve would be needed. Jalh smiled under his mask.

"I will need a name from each of you for the record." The commander said.

Jalh looked the man up and down his black garments with a star on his left shoulder; he was a captain of rank.

"Mars," Jalh replied finally.

Each of the men walked by giving their code names, as the captain rolled his eyes.

"What is your name, captain, from the looks of it." Jalh inquired.

"Harold Gare" The man smiled for the mercenary's show of politeness.

"Ah, we'll be seeing you soon Captain Gare."

The man blinked slightly worried with the tone of voice Jalh said his last words in. Each man walked through the public paying little attention to the armored men. Only on Earth were the men, women, and children used of the solitary life. No soldiers, mercs, or other wanderers with armor and weapons could be seen on a domestic planet like man's beginning.

The civilians of Hexiss were all armed, and kept some sort of armor around their joints or appendages. The war like community loved their weapons and had accepted things as the norm. After the Empire had so called secured peace in the current galaxy, other men started to offer to explore the others in the universe. Jalh thought the Empire was a joke. Peace couldn't truly be secured.

The men walked on towards their target's location. Their armor could be heard against the sidewalks, soldiers freely patrolled the streets. Jalh led his men into a hotel, very fine, with white walls as the exterior with blue windows that slowly angled into the left side of the building.