Spooker

Grass Eaters 2 | 32 | Reconnaissance III

MNS Cliunc, Sconcans (16,800 Ls)

1 hour ago

POV: Traenstrius, Malgeir Federation Navy (Rank: Omega Leader)

“Battery commander! Main missile battery commander!” the orderly yelled across the long hallway.

“What is it?” the omega leader asked, wiping her greasy paws on her uniform.

“New orders for all missile batteries: you need to pack up all the missiles and send them to the cargo bay!”

“What?! Who issued these orders?”<...

Grass Eaters 2 | 31 | Reconnaissance II

Atlas Naval Command, Luna

POV: Amelia Waters, Terran Republic Navy (Rank: Admiral)

“We are exiting blink in five minutes,” the alien on the main screen reported. It was Peipplust, the Second Fleet Commander himself, reporting from on his Husky-class battleship, the MNS Cliunc, remotely to a situation room full of Republic Navy officers and analysts.

“Fleet Commander Peipplust, can we go over your post-blink procedures again?” Amelia asked nervously...

Grass Eaters 2 | 30 | Reconnaissance I

Republic Senate Complex, Luna

POV: Amelia Waters, Terran Republic Navy (Rank: Admiral)

Senator Blake Wald looked up in mild surprise as his morning newspaper reading ritual was interrupted for the second time in a week.

“Ah, Amelia,” he greeted. “Did you get the report from the Malgeir? I passed them onto Naval Command this morning—”

“I did,” she replied. “The good news is there’s no imminent threat of an attack on Stoers yet. Not a...

Grass Eaters 2 | 29 | Fees

Atlas Naval Command, Luna

POV: Amelia Waters, Terran Republic Navy (Rank: Admiral)

“Fleet Commander Peipplust, thank you for joining us,” Amelia said immediately, hoping they wouldn’t get into a fight this early—

“Why is she here?” Peipplust asked angrily, gesturing at his screen, undoubtedly trying to strangle the image of Moescei on his datapad. “Shouldn’t she be busy stealing funds meant for Second Fleet into Third Fleet and her own pock...

Grass Eaters 2 | 28 | Office Duty

Atlas Naval Command, Luna

POV: Amelia Waters, Terran Republic Navy (Rank: Admiral)

Admiral Amelia Waters looked up from the fresh stack of paperwork on her tablet. It took her half a second to register the face of the man knocking at the open door of her office.

She broke into a wide smile. “Captain Chuck Harris!”

The giant of a man and captain of her previous flagship, the Mississippi, smiled back. “It’s been a minute, Admiral. I still can�...

Grass Eaters 2 | 27 | Serenity IV

Marine Base Camp Serenity, Charon

POV: Baedarsust, Malgeir Federation Marine Infantry (Rank: Head Pack Leader)

“Three… two… one… go!” Baedarsust ordered as he pulled the door open.

This time, instead of his squad members rushing into the corridor beyond, their attached Terran combat robot sprang into action. Following his instruction, the bipedal machine marched into the room with its weapon at the ready.

In his helmet display, a dozen red ...

Grass Eaters 2 | 26 | Serenity III

Marine Base Camp Serenity, Charon

POV: Baedarsust, Malgeir Federation Marine Infantry (Rank: Head Pack Leader)

Baedarsust realized that the squad scenarios were even harder than the solo ones. In hindsight, it made sense why the Terran instructors only started them on those after they’d complete some basic solo scenarios.

The challenges were more complex. The enemies, more numerous. And the potential for error and danger multiplied.

The missions di...

Grass Eaters 2 | 25 | Serenity II

Marine Base Camp Serenity, Charon

POV: Baedarsust, Malgeir Federation Marine Infantry (Rank: Head Pack Leader)

Baedarsust felt the gravity disappear beneath his feet as the training scenario room initialized. He latched his Terran-issued helmet shut as he’d been drilled and focused on the virtual imagery before him.

He was floating just a hundred meters off a civilian-model Terran orbital station, with its telltale narrow, utilitarian corridors and bleac...

Grass Eaters 2 | 24 | Wingmate V

Naval Station Charon, Charon

POV: Speinfoent, Malgeir Federation Navy (Rank: Beta Leader)

Speinfoent glued his eyes to the sensors on his screen as he commanded it to search for Kaja’s elusive spacecraft. Though the modified SF-27 he was now flying did not perform identical to the ST-6 training that he had been taught (and that Kaja was now employing against him with frustrating effectiveness), the modular cockpit and interfaces ensured that the controls were ...

Grass Eaters 2 | 23 | Wingmate IV

Naval Station Charon, Charon

POV: Speinfoent, Malgeir Federation Navy (Rank: Beta Leader)

Speinfoent gently knocked on the thin aluminum door labeled “Kowalczyk / Mazur”. His sensitive hearing detected the movement of paws— feet inside the room.

“You forgot your backpack again Aleksy?” Kaja’s voice came from inside.

Speinfoent shuffled his paws, nervously shifting his balance from one to another. “No, it’s me, Speinfoent.”

The...

Grass Eaters 2 | 22 | Serenity I

Marine Base Camp Serenity, Charon

POV: Baedarsust, Malgeir Federation Marine Infantry (Rank: Head Pack Leader)

Head Pack Leader Baedarsust retrieved his personal luggage from the overhead compartment of the ground shuttle, where one of the armored Terran figures generously and effortlessly carried it for him.

“Welcome to Charon… Omega Leader?” she asked, peering at his uniform insignia.

“Head Pack Leader,” he smiled, holding out his paw for...

Grass Eaters 2 | 21 | Wingmate III

Navy Operation Area, Charon (400 km)

POV: Speinfoent, Malgeir Federation Navy (Rank: Beta Leader)

Kaja wasn’t at breakfast the next day either. Or the one after that. He doubled back to try to find her at her bunks, but it seemed like she had already gone to class. He thought they’d formed some kind of semblance of a connection talking about piloting, but she straight up seemed to be avoiding him now.

Speinfoent considered his options. None of his inte...

Grass Eaters 2 | 20 | Wingmate II

Naval Station Charon, Charon

POV: Speinfoent, Malgeir Federation Navy (Rank: Beta Leader)

“So how was your class?” Speinfoent asked his wingmate as he spotted her exiting the classroom alone. Several other Terran students in Kaja’s class had gathered outside the classroom, now openly gawking at him. He flashed a grin and waved at them. Some waved back; a few pretended not to see in embarrassment. “Interstellar doctrine, right?”

“Yes. Fine. Your...

Grass Eaters 2 | 19 | Wingmate I

Naval Station Charon, Charon

POV: Speinfoent, Malgeir Federation Navy (Rank: Beta Leader)

Speinfoent squinted at the Terran scripts written on the screen of the ice cream machine. “Which one of these buttons is the cho-co-late?”

Kaja pointed it out for him. “It’s the brown one.”

“Ah, I see,” he said, as he pressed the button and then operated the physical lever to squeeze out and stack almost half a liter of ice cream onto his comparati...

Grass Eaters 2 | 18 | The Real War III

TRNS Earhart, Charon (120 km)

POV: Carla Bauernschmidt, Terran Republic Navy (Rank: Captain)

Carla rubbed her eyes groggily as she picked up her ringing tablet from next to her. “This is Bauernschmidt on the line.”

“Hey Carla, glad I could catch you before you go to sleep!” exclaimed the admiral’s usual cheerful voice from her device.

Carla glanced at the corner of her screen.

0215 Atlas Standard.

The Puppers were sound...

Terran Republic Navy Combat Fleet Org Chart Draft

Just a draft of the light second overview with mostly random names (with a few that are relevant). Hopefully I'll get to flesh it out a bit more.

Grass Eaters 2 | 17 | The Real War II

Atlas Naval Command, Luna

POV: Amelia Waters, Terran Republic Navy (Rank: Admiral)

Hunched over at her desk, Amelia absorbed herself in the tedious paperwork on her Navy-issued tablet. Its soft glow illuminated her face, casting sharp shadows that accentuated the deep lines etched by years of service and stress. The room, silent except for the occasional tap of her fingers on the screen, felt more like a cell than an office.

She was used to her warnings be...

Grass Eaters 2 | 16 | The Real War I

Armstrong Translunar Railcar Station, Luna

POV: Amelia Waters, Terran Republic Navy (Rank: Admiral)

There was a candlelight memorial at the railcar station near her apartment. To avoid drawing attention, Amelia attended in civilian dress.

An electronic board at the front of the somber crowd scrolled, showing the names and faces of those confirmed killed in Tharsis. It was unlikely anyone here knew the people who died at the movie theater, the Marines or th...

Grass Eaters 2 | 15 | Terrible Struggle II

Tharsis Shopping Plaza, Mars

POV: Kebede Nyongesa, Terran Republic Marine Corps (Rank: Staff Seargent)

It had taken them less than five seconds to take out the attackers. Kebede hurried into the theater room behind his combat robots.

He almost retched at the scene in front of him. Over a dozen of the moviegoers were piled on top of each other in the stairway, obviously shot trying to get out. A few had been killed huddling in their seats. A few were still ...

Grass Eaters 2 | 14 | Terrible Struggle I

Saturn Defense Red Zone, Sol (4,750 Ls)

POV: Atlas Naval Command, Terran Digital Intelligence (Base Build: 2119-C)

“It has been a long and terrible struggle. Out here at the edge of life! At the edge of hope. At the edge… of humanity. Our ports, once vibrant with the hues of Saturn’s rings… have been reduced to bare survival. Our way of life… under the relentless assault from the Republic and its puppets. They seek to crush our sp...

Grass Eaters 2 | 13 | Iris

Main Cargo Dock, 7 Iris

POV: Martina Wright, Terran (Executive)

Two figures disembarked their shuttle, their figures casting long shadows on the metallic ramp. Deep in an animated discussion, they barely noticed the bustling activity of the hangar.

“Senator Blake Wald, Senator Marco Reis, welcome to Iris,” Martina greeted jovially.

“Martina!” Marco’s voice boomed. He turned to Blake, a playful glint in his eye. “Have you two been acquaint...

Grass Eaters 2 | 12 | Callsigns

TRNS Earhart, McMurdo System (1,400 Ls)

POV: Speinfoent, Malgeir Federation Navy (Rank: Beta Leader)

The Terran shuttle was clearly designed with a heavy emphasis on function over form. Her hull interiors embraced a minimalist palette, a symphony of dark grays and blacks, covered with unfamiliar scribbles printed in white that told of buried functionality within each of the many protrusions. The sparse side-by-side seating numbered just over a dozen, each accomp...

Grass Eaters 2 | 11 | Remedial Training

Malgeiru Orbital Transfer Hub, Malgeiru-3 (2,400 km)

POV: Speinfoent, Malgeir Federation Navy (Rank: Beta Leader)

Speinfoent’s gaze swept through the sparse interior of the shuttle as he boarded. Dozens of empty seats stretched before him, each with a hint of wear, their synthetic cushions showing signs of countless past occupants. Rows upon rows of them lined the cramped cargo bay, uniform in their arrangement. Beyond the translucent windows, the spaceport he...

Grass Eaters 2 | 10 | Holdout V

Priunt Spaceport, Datsot-3

POV: Skhork, Znosian Dominion Marines (Rank: Six Whiskers)

“We have no orbital support, no aircraft, and no indirect fire. Our infantry is a limited resource. And the only armored element we have is my single Longclaw. As the combat computer has calculated, a successful operation must rely on the element of shock. We hit the enemy so hard, so fast, that they cannot possibly respond before it is too late. Therefore, this attack will r...

Grass Eaters 2 | 9 | Holdout IV

Priunt Hydroelectric Dam, Datsot-3

POV: Skhork, Znosian Dominion Marines (Rank: Six Whiskers)

Perched atop a hill, Skhork peered through his zoom optics at the river cutting through the valley below. He scanned the area, his gaze calculating.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered. “Not a predator in sight.”

Beside him, his Gunner nodded. “It’s one of their old automated hydroelectric power plants. The combat computer speculated they would not have ...

Grass Eaters 2 | 8 | Holdout III

Priunt Fusion Power 2, Datsot-3

POV: Vmusht, Znosian Dominion Marines (Rank: Five Whiskers)

“Demolition Engineer,” Vmusht urgently barked at the creature next to her with a bundle of explosives in his chest carrier. “Finish it. We don’t need prisoners here.”

“Yes, Five Whiskers,” he replied, pulling himself up out of the trench. He sprinted to the disabled enemy vehicle in a low stance.

Vmusht’s eyes tracked him as he ripped the adhes...

Grass Eaters 2 | 7 | Holdout II

Priunt Fusion Power 2, Datsot-3

POV: Skhork, Znosian Dominion Marines (Rank: Six Whiskers)

Skhork squinted at the squad of Lesser Predators milling around the guard house in his helmet mounted night optics. There were only eight of them: all rifles, no heavy weapons. Four of them were seated at a picnic table, engrossed in one of those card-and-token gambling games that the Lesser Predators loved to play. The other four were chatting loudly in a cluster; even fr...

Grass Eaters 2 | 6 | Holdouts I

Priunt Spaceport, Datsot-3

POV: Skhork, Znosian Dominion Marines (Rank: Six Whiskers)

The crew of the armored Longclaw unit formerly known as Fearless laid on their bellies, thermal blankets draped over their bodies, trying their best not to silhouette themselves against the hill they were on.

Six Whiskers Skhork looked down at the target in his optical rangefinder: a sprawling spaceport complex, pulsating with lights and activity even at this late hour. T...

Grass Eaters 2 | 5 | Funny Business II

Raytech — Olympus Campus, Mars

POV: Eupprio, Malgeir (Executive)

Eupprio and Fleguipu looked at the shuttle bay external doors with anxiety as the siren light next to it flashed a menacing red. The shrill wail of an alarm pierced the air, slowly getting louder.

“What’s that—”

“Airlock,” Aida answered casually. “We’re just waiting for it to pressurize outside.”

Eupprio’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Pressurize? Isn’t t...

Grass Eaters 2 | 4 | Funny Business I

Shuttle Oathkeeper-32, Sol (4,700 Ls)

POV: Eupprio, Malgeir (Civilian)

“Hey Eupprio, wake up. Wakey wake.”

Eupprio's eyes fluttered open, greeted by Fleguipu's persistent nudges. Her body, still cloaked in the remnants of sleep, rebelled against the intrusion. She blinked away the grogginess and asked with a hoarse voice, "What’s going on?"

“We’re passing that ringed planet you said you wanted to look at,” Fleguipu said, pointing a claw a...