Chapter 208 (2/2)
If the Terrans get these into production the war is lost! Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd thought to himself, grabbing another plan down.
It was a heavily armed and armored rotary aircraft called a HiND! Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd moaned in fear looking at the specifications. He rolled it up and put it in the tube, then slung the tube over his shoulder.
”Get out of there, Comrade Ya'ahrd,” Otto told him.
”Lead me out, Otto,” Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd said, taking control of his fear.
He followed the direction carefully, finally reaching the elevator. Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd was trembling in excitement and fear. This was his favorite part of any espionage mission.
The escape.
At least Yu'uMo'o wasn't there to sabotage him and take all the credit like the last three times that Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd had managed to gain valuable intel.
”Comrade Ya'ahrd, it appears that there is some difficulty. Quickly, ascend to the roof instead. I had Comrade Chrome Cortez put your jetpack harness up there,” Otto suddenly said.
Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd pressed the cancel button and then the ”Roof Access” button.
”What is happening?” Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd asked nervously.
”It appears that the Space Force Military Intelligence Division suspects you may be trying to break into the most secure research facility in the Confederacy,” Otto said.
”Could I shoot my way out with my grenade launcher and shotgun?” Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd asked eagerly.
”Sadly, no, Comrade. You will have to flee via jet-pack. They have, umm, anti-grenade fields and anti-shotgun armor,” Otto said. ”Real cutting edge high tech stuff, but it Confederate Intelligence.”
”Hmm, makes sense. I will ascend to the roof and make my dramatic escape from there!” Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd said eagerly.
Then he waited, humming a song he had heard on the car's radio and tapping the cardboard tube with his fingers. After a few minutes the doors pinged open and he trotted out onto the roof.
The military base was a hive of activity. Aerospace fighters roared overhead, using vertical takeoff and landing systems to quickly set down. Tanks clattered around, pointing their guns everywhere. Entire dozens of Terran soldiers with rifles ran in perfect unison and formation sweeping the areas.
Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd spotted his jetpack harness and galloped over to it. He strapped on the flank harness, which had four thrusters, one over each hip, to provide him with lift, then strapped on the backpack section, which would provide him with forward momentum. He put on the helmet, which was bright chrome so it would blind anyone looking at him as well as reflect any attempts to use RADAR or LIDAR on him, then pulled the controls around.
He checked the roof real quick to make sure he wasn't leaving any ninjas behind, then activated the jet pack.
With a roar it lifted off.
Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd gave the traditional Terran escaping spy salute to a defeated enemy. He held out both middle fingers of his lower hands and called out ”SO LONG, SUCKERS!” and jetted forward at the incredible speed of nearly four minutes per mile. The wind ruffled his hide and the speed almost made him dizzy.
”Comrade, you have a helicopter coming in! You'll have to fight them if you want to escape!” Otto called out.
Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd looked around, reaching around behind him and grabbing his Terran Burgerland make grenade launcher.
There it was, approaching rapidly!
”Comrade, when it...” Otto started to say.
Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd held his tongue between his teeth, curled his tendrils, and aimed his grenade launcher, squeezing closed all but one eye. He hit the trigger and the grenade launcher kicked hard.
The grenade that hit the front of the helicopter kicked harder and the helicopter burst into flames, falling to the ground in a shower of debris.
”Ooooor, you can do that,” Otto said.
Following Otto's directions he landed just outside the gate, next to his cherry red car. Chrome Cortez and Major Bloodfist helped him out of his jetpack as the Terran Space Force guards stood on the other side of the fence and fumed impotently.
”You were all stimulating opponents, but alas, you faced the pride of the Lanaktallan Unified Espionage Council,” Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd said. He felt somewhat bad for them. ”Fear not, against lesser opponents you would have prevailed! Sadly, you faced me, Ya'ahrd, Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd, Secret Most High Secret Agent Spy, who has...”
Cortez and Bloodfist checked their watches and waited for the Lanaktallan to finish his villainous speech.
When he was done, Ba'ahn Ya'ahrd chuckled at how obviously demoralized the Space Force soldiers were as he got into his car.
As he raced off into the desert to the next refueling stop he checked the back seat and smiled.
It was still empty except for Chrome Cortez.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
Oh my god, this guy is amazing!
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MANTID FREE WORLDS
I know, right?
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RIGELLIAN COMPACT
I'm curious about why his vitals spiked when he was looking over the old historical document replicas. That tech is like 10,000 years out of date for Terran military tech and he acted like he found the plans for the Viper-IX interdiction fighter.
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MANTID FREE WORLDS
I know, right? Weird.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
He really likes that grenade launcher.
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MANTID FREE WORLDS
They're fun if you're on the shooty end.
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TERRASOL
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!
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TERRASOLINT
AHAHAHAHAHAH!
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MANTID FREE WORLDS
Oh, Digitial Omnimessiah, now what?
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TERRASOL
Get the popcorn, it's about to get funny.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
>Eagerly shoves popcorn into mandibles with both hands.
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