Battle Born Vagabond

Chapter 9: The Motions: Dane Glysac: November 22, 5005

Another good day finally I am going to have my stationary base instead of that mobile one that kept breaking down.

I just walked in shouting at the top of my lungs, "Here I am. I won't surrender. Go ahead and shoot. I am bulletproof."

They kept taking cover as I threw hammers at them, some of these walls are thin enough where they were going right through, others change the trajectory on the first hammer. Their men get hit, and instead of leaving the injured to die behind they carried them with as they retreat. Slowing them down, idiots.

Oh, the face of the first soldier to shoot me in the face. I smiled at him, winked as the bullet bounced off of me. I retaliated by throwing a hammer at one of his legs going right through his cover with a deafening crack, followed by his scream as it flies through his femur.

My men had their job to do as well I would tell them when I cleared another floor, they picked up my hammers as I went along and #6 would place them in my satchel. They also killed stragglers from the enemy team.

One of my men caught up with me before falling back to bring me a radio of a dead soldier as a secondary thought, and it was on and ready for me. I knew everything the I.A. was planning. I knew the locations of them and what they were defending.

After a while they shut off the power that didn't slow me down, I was smashing through the floors and walls to get around. The armory slowed me down. I made it a point to stop their dispersal of weapons throughout the base through their teleportation system being destroyed.

When I got to a nursery, I saw someone's foot move into hiding. I walked straight to her and knocked on her hiding spot very gloriously and happily, "Hiya neighbor, I came here for a little sugar, trying to bake a cake." She responded with a scream so I covered her mouth. "Hey! Babies are sleeping here! I'm being respectful by being quiet. If you're honest with me, I won't bother with anything here. I do have morals."

I help her softly out of the cupboard. She steps away from me fixing her uniform and fidgeting from being nervous, "thank you sir. This whole floor is children under age three. Myself and four others have been instructed to defend this floor with our lives. You got me before I can reach the weapons I have hidden, I went into the wrong cupboard. Please." She begins to cry very loud.

I try to indicate that I have no reason to hurt her just being slightly louder than her crying, "Hey, hey, miss, this is a nursery, be quiet."

I feel myself get shot in the head just over and over. Positioning myself very precisely, "I thought you told me there were no soldiers here."

I step in front of her closer grabbing her hands gently to instill trust and not let her go far enough to be hit by a stray bullet. Meanwhile, I'm talking to her calmly still repeatedly getting hit I'm unmoved by them as I'm counting the shots, 14, 15. "She is not a soldier; she failed basic training for being pernicious and physically aggressive with no regard for human life she changed after her husband died almost a decade ago and her change was not for the best. She is bitter that her daughter is successful and will not get close to many people. Her name is Tara if that matters to you. She has been thrown from grace by her daughter in her new power, her daughter is the queen. I'm so nervous am I saying too much I'm so nervous. Please don't hurt me!"

Still counting the shots; 21, 22, 23. I continue getting information, "So they thought it would be best to put her in charge of your fucking children? When she has this much anger, who on earth thought up that genius idea? We are just talking calmly, and she has shot me over 20 times, I'm counting all the times she fires that rifle. That is why I am so close to you. I apologize for invading your space miss. 25, 26."

I'm still getting shot upon as she speaks calming down slightly, "She is a farmer, she is here for my protection today because of her aggression. I have been told I'm horrible under pressure and she's a good friend of mine as well during off hours."

I pause for a little while stunned by stupidity. I allow Tara to continue firing to keep the one I'm talking to keep you safe from stray bullets. I speak again trying to relieve a headache I've gotten from the head-shots, "Very well, now excuse me she needs to be quiet before she deafens all these children if she hasn't already. Get down on the ground I can't protect you by being close to you anymore. Thank you for your cooperation and understanding I know this was unnerving for you."

35, 36, 37, I throw a hammer at her abdomen, she doubles over, and I walk to her, and she hits me with 38, 39 and 40 emptying the clip. As I pick her up by the throat, "I try to avoid hitting women who aren't in a uniform, but you have no respect, do you? My back was turned I was having a civil conversation over there. She did the right thing not disrespecting me. You know what, this is stupid!" I look out into the sea of screaming children and shout over all the screaming. "This is stupid! Everyone in this room which is an adult stand in front of me, front and center and no one else dies!"

They all walk up, and one meekly says, "why have you not killed us? You even protected her. I watched you through behind a bookshelf. We have felt the bangs from up above of rifles and for a little while now. Why do you show us mercy? By the way I don't know if it matters but I have been hit in the hip."

I look at the one hit, "You can sit down. We're pirates and mercenaries who enjoy controlled chaos we are not anarchists. We have a code of conduct. Now I'm not the only one here. I'm going to give each of you a hammer, you will all will be safe, that's my message to my men not to touch you. Just one demand, all weapons at the door, my right-hand man #1 is the first one after me. He will pick up what he can follow by my number two. Now I need a favor from one of you, who's willing to do it for me? Oh, and bullets bounced off me, and we do have some dead and dying children I do humbly apologize for Tara's actions. Now, who is willing to do me a favor."

Tara foolishly and proudly replies, "I will. I must atone for my failures."

I address everyone else, "I'm not going to hurt anyone here start working on calming down all the children." I turn my attention to her, "I hold no sympathy for you, if you made a bunch of these children deaf, I would kill you myself, and it will be brutal and slow because an entire generation does not need to be deaf, that fucking stupid! But let's not worry about the future lets worry about the present."

She lets out a crushed and obedient, "Yes, sir."

I start to reveal parts of my thoughts, "I don't want them to know I have a radio. So I want you to talk over the radio on my shoulder here."

She inquires, "And tell them what sir JackAss?"

I introduce myself, "Hello, I am Dane Glysac, not JackAss."

She looks at me puzzled, "that is a horrible fake name. Sir JackAss."

I reveal the rest of my plan ignoring her ignorance, "Introduce yourself then tell them. That he is a pirate, not a nation. He wishes for a parlay. He wants to end the bloodshed, but that's hard when you keep shooting at him. Do you got all that?"

She speaks again, "Yes Sir. JackAss Sir."

I'm peeved by her, "Well, I'm going to make it even more real for you. Because a true outlaw finds the balance between the momentum of success and passion in his heart holding him back." I kiss her cheek "when was the last time a man touched you?" I grab her by the arm and put her in front of me and take a gun out of its holster and press it up against her head." I fire a round right above her head while pressing firmly on her throat, "Take the radio and make the call!"

She practically pleads over the radio, "Owww, owww, my hair! This is owww, owww, Tara Reaux. The intruder has a message for us. They are pirates and requests a-a-a-a owww Parlay. His name is Dane he also goes by Sir JackAss. Highest rank to negotiate. Up top at Marie's Mansion." She removes the button.

I speak frankly, "I believe that it is a tacenda that I am sorry for holding the gun to your head. I don't like using a gun. I hate them. For you Tara I make an exception, you are one of the least pleasant women I have ever had the displeasure of meeting! I still hope your day gets better. Go start calming down children if you know how you piece of garbage woman. Your daughter doesn't even like you. How shitty of a mother are you?" I hand her five hammers. "pass these out as well these will be a message to my men that you are off limits." as I start heading to the door and make my way back topside.