Chapter 11

Clubber T sat behind his desk, smoking a Sweet William cigar. He sat back and took a puff, enjoying the taste. He barely even looked up when the door opened and Flied Lice walked in. Clubber T raised eyebrows. "What is it?" he asked.

"Sir, I hope I didn't interrupt you?" asked Lice. When Clubber T didn't respond, he continued. "We were hoping you could reserve a ship for us in case we need to go out system."

"What type are you looking for?" asked Clubber T, opening his desk and pulling out a datapad. He opened it up and flipped through the various ships in supply.

"Something along the lines of a frigate or destroyer sir, lots of firepower." said Lice, looking up at him.

"Well," said Clubber T, flipping over to another section, "As a matter of fact, we do have something you might like. I'm uploading the details to you pad now. Take a look at it."

Lice's datapad buzzed in his back pocket and he pulled it out. He unlocked it and opened his messages. Sitting there was the message that Clubber T had just sent to him.

"The Stormbreaker." said Lice, looking at the picture. "Sir you have to be shitting me." he looked up at him. "This thing is like forty-five years old."

"True, but the thing is that it has survived that long." said Clubber T, taking another puff on his cigar. "You look at the most recent battle cruisers around and they have barely even survived one battle. This thing has been in over thirty battles and has not even been hit once. So far it is the luckiest ship in the fleet."

"Come on sir, you gotta give me something better." said Lice smiling.

"Keep reading and you might see why I chose it." said Clubber T, smoke rising from his nostrils. It lingered for a moment and disappeared.

Lice continued reading. After a moment his eyebrows shot up. "Shit, gotta fair bit of power. By the look of the skelletoral structure it might be able to hold out for a while." he looked up at Clubber T, "Are you serious? A Colossus 9 Faster Then Light system? That's top of the line."

Clubber just closed his eyes and nodded.

Lice nodded as well. He looked back down at the pad. "It'll pack a bit of a punch. The rounds for the main cannons are pretty light, but they act like shredder rounds. They'll rip anything from the inside out. Not to mention that we can send off three rounds every charge." he put the pad back in his pocket and sighed. "I guess we'll take it."

"I'll do all the paper work. Just get the team ready." said Clubber T. he got up out of his seat and walked over to the door, and opened it.

Lice stood and saluted. "Yes sir." he then walked out, Clubber T closing the door behind him.


Peter walked into the kitchen to find Gemma already there, standing at the stove, tending to a couple of eggs. He wrapped his hands around her stomach and kissed her on the cheek. "Morning." he said smiling.

"Morning." she said.

Peter sensed something in her voice. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking at her.

She seemed to taker her time. "Nothing, don't worry." She grabbed two pieces of bread and placed an egg between them.

"What is it?" Peter asked again this time concerned.

"It's just..." she said, reaching into the fridge. "We've been engaged for about three years now and nothing has happened."

Peter sighed. "I'm sorry. I've been too caught up with work. We still have to find a priest."

"Get Alex." said Gemma, leaning against the stove.

"Who?" asked Peter with a raised eyebrow.

"Clubber T." she said sharply.

Peter nodded. "I'll ask him today. On one condition. Just a standard wedding. Nothing fancy. If we are lucky enough we might even get married tomorrow." he looked up at her. "How does that sound to you?"

Gemma walked up to him and placed her hands around his neck. Leaning forward she kissed him. "That, sounds, perfect." she said in between kisses.

"We need to get ready. We don't want to be late." said Peter, holding her tight.

"What for?" asked Gemma, looking quizzically at him.

Peter frowned. "Please don't tell me you forgot?"

She remained silent.

Peter sighed. "It's Simms's funeral today."

"Oh shit." she whispered. "I completely forgot. I'm so sorry."

"It's alright. It's alright." he said, patting her back. "Just go and get ready. We leave in an hour." They let go of each other and she went to the bathroom. Peter went over to the stove and turned it off. He put the egg on a plate and ate his sandwich.

A couple of minutes later, Gemma walked out of the shower, towel wrapped around her wet naked body. She walked in to the kitchen where Peter was still eating his Breakfast. Peter looked her up and down and smiled. Once he finished his food, he stood up and put the plate in the sink.

"I'd get back in that shower if I was you." he said.

Before she could reply, his mobile phone rang. He motioned to her to get back into the shower.

"Peter." he said answering his phone.

"Yeah, it's Jim. You ready?" said Jim's voice over the phone.

Peter noticed that Gemma was still there. He held up a finger. "We're going to be a bit late. But we will be there." he smiled at her and she understood at once. Dropping the towel, she slowly walked back to the bathroom.

"As long as you two show up. We'll see you there." The phone went dead.

Peter walked quickly over to the bathroom, taking off his clothes as he walked. Steam filled the bathroom. Barely able to see he opened up the shower door. A pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him into the fog.


The door opened and everybody turned. Peter and Gemma walked in and sat down.

"Where the fuck have you been?" asked Jim sitting next to him. "It's been over twenty minutes."

"Got caught up in something." said Peter with a slight smile.

Clubber T stood at the altar and cleared his throat. "Quiet please. Quite." When everybody stopped talking he continued. "Thank you all for coming today. Today we are here because of the death of Simms. As many of you know, he died the other day protecting his team in the face of danger. Many of you probably know Simms as just a soldier. Others know him as that and a friend. Even if nobody knew his real name, many people liked him. He fitted in well with others and he was most importantly a friend. I would like everybody now to bow their heads and whisper a silent prayer for a fallen comrade."

Every body went silent for a minute. When they were finished, Clubber T stepped down from the altar. When everybody else left, only the team, Sarah Parker, Gemma and Clubber T stayed behind. Peter walked over to Clubber T as he packed his things.

"Sir, even though it was short, I reckon that he would have liked it." said Peter standing at attention.

Clubber T looked up and stared at his face. "Spit it out now. I don't have much time. I have a meeting to attend."

Peter looked over at Gemma and caught her eye. She smiled at him and nodded. "Gemma and I were wondering if you wouldn't mind wedding us tomorrow, sir." said Peter.

"Right before a mission?" asked Clubber T, sitting down. He motioned for Peter to sit, but he remained standing. "Wouldn't you be separated for most of the mission?"

"We were planning on having her to be our dropship pilot, sir." he said shortly. He looked down at him, "We wouldn't be separated for long."

Clubber T pulled a Sweet William cigar out of his breast pocket and lit it. It took a moment to light, but when he finished he took a puff, letting the smoke fill the air around them. He looked up at Peter and stared him down.

Peter just stood still waiting for the answer. Clubber T just nodded slowly. "Ok." was all he said.

"Thank you sir." said Peter, smiling. He reached out a hand and Clubber T shook it. "Thank you."

"Whatever. Just take care of her." said Clubber leaving.

Peter watched him go.

Peter walked back over to the group. They were talking about the upcoming mission.

"I've organised a ship for us. It looks like a piece of crap but it's something special." Jim said as Peter walked over. "It will get us anywhere we need to. And fast."

"We might have to stock it up." said Michael, "Weapons, ammo, food. We might be out there for a long time."

"What do you think LT?" asked Jack.

Peter looked at him for a minute. He could tell that the marine was eager to blow something up.

"We aren't leaving for another two days." he said looking at each of them. "Tomorrow is rest time for most of us. If you don't feel like resting you can help out with the wedding tomorrow."

He looked over at Gemma. She looked a little shocked at what he just said. She tried to speak but nothing came out.

"I spoke to Clubber T and he said that he will do it." said Peter with a little smile.

Gemma screamed. She then launched herself at him, tackling him to the ground, his head hitting the ground, hard. Everybody started clapping around them as Gemma lay on top of him crying.

Once she stopped crying, she stood up. However, Peter stayed on the ground, his eyes closed. Jim and Michael stepped over to him and bent down. Jim lifted an eyelid. "He's just out cold." he said.

"Holy shit." laughed Jack. "Don't let me piss you off, Ok?" he said to Gemma. "I don't want to end up worse then that."

"We better get him to a bed or something soft." said Jarrad, looking over Peter. "Grab his legs would ya?" he said looking at Michael.

They both lifted him up and carried him to the couch. When they laid him down, they went over to another chair and continued to talk about the up coming mission.