Parke's First Day (The Detective Day 0)

[Writers_Bloque]

Teaser: The Last Day always seems the longest.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual acts depicted in this story take place between consenting adults. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2

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Title: Parke's First Day
Author: Writers Bloque
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Sometimes a man's fuck it bucket gets too full and he needs a change before going full nihilistic.
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Parke's First Day.

Last Day.

"So you are really leaving, Parke?" The large man next to him on the drop pod inquired, stamping out his cigar as the landing zone came into view. The rest of the squad was already waiting for this to be over.

"Yeah, too much blood, not enough pussy." Parke said, his stubble was lightening up. The man was his best buddy, well most of the squad were friends at least, but the large man was the guy who always came in clutch as Parke found himself in deep shit often. Parke was twenty-three, having spent his entire life in the military. His body was still mostly human, where it counts. The comm chatter was mostly reports of the rebellions movements, holding the embassy on Genimon VII. The Commonwealth had set up a trade station, that was soon taken over by political dissidents.

"Fuck, one hell of a last day." Another in the squad spoke up.

"Stow that death flag talk, were going in, extracting the civvies and bureaucrats and dusting off. We are not fighting in this skirmish, let the general infantry do the dirty work, in and out." Parke called out.

"We jump in three, one click to the north of the embassy, we move to the walls and begin our extraction. Stay frosty, and no fighting unless we are ambushed." He ordered as the lights went from red to yellow. Then to green. The doors opened above a sparse jungle, near a mining site.

"Go go go!" The jump mastered shouted as the squad lined up.

They hit the ground from three hundred feet, and that is when the shit really hit the fan....

The moment they got their bearings, hijacked high security drones, deadly and only used in extreme situations were on them. Deadly plasma rained down on them as they used the trees and rocks for cover. Parke switched to his shockwave cannon that is the only effective weapon against machine targets. Did not last long, but long enough to finish the bots off. They were pinned down as general infantry were ordering air strikes on the bots position. From behind, the rebels were using a pincer movement to kill the squad that just landed. But this was not an ordinary squad, and Parke used his stealth generator to find the leader of this group, slicing his throat as his men watched their leader lose all his blood. Parke dropped a charge into the troop transport, and leapt to escape the blast. The rest of the squad was shielded up as the air strike rained metal eating hell on their position.

The bots died as hard as a bot could, and the squad, minus one, who was injured, being treated by his nanomachines, made their way to the walls. But Parke had seen it. A sight so horrible, it took all of his will power to not vomit.

Bodies.

Mutilated, tortured and burned. The inner walls were painted in various species blood, including Terran. The messages were threats and even promises of further atrocities. Scanners above and on their gear told him the place was deserted, save for three life form signatures, confined in a space that gave no room to move. He motioned to his team, as scouts fed movement data to the teams operating in the entire area. The large force bearing down on them slowed down to a stop. The gnawing at the back of his head continued. He knew what it meant the moment the comm cut.

A trap.

They were sitting ducks, and yet, there was nothing moving within one click of their position. Parke gave the signal to the team to regroup.

"Everyone, secure the LZ and wait for me. I am going in." He barked.

"Stuff the martyr act, Parke, we are coming along." Big Man said.

"Follow my orders. My gear is best suited for this, just get the LZ ready, as it will be hot the moment things go their way." He hissed as he hid, his sensor fooling optical camouflage made him vanish.

Parke could see the nearly invisible sensor sweeps, expecting a reckless soldier to trigger it. He followed the traces, finding a Particle Decelerating Bomb. This bomb was fucking nasty. Oh it is powerful, deadly, and banned in warfare. The premise and ability is that it completely stopped the movement of all particles in the blast radius. This will kill, and worse, kill you with you realizing you were not dead until you turned to dust soon after.

So the three living beings were in an obvious spot, a floor safe. Booby trapped, waiting for the unwitting detonator to pop open the safe. The trigger was contact based. So he ran to the room below the safe and used his cutting laser to slowly cut the bottom out of the safe, using a mattress to catch whatever fell out. What fell out was two human girls and an Inferian girl. She looked like her fur was on perpetual fire, though it was not hot, a hell cat with an almost human body.

"LZ secured, its a fucking slaughter here, you got ten, tops before the boat comes for us with or without you." Big man said with weapons fire was going on behind him.

"Copy that. Ladies, its time to go." Parke said as he scooped up the half dazed ladies who barely resisted.

It was not easy. His enhancements groaned at the extra weight, and clearing the wall was a miracle. The timer beeped loud enough for his sensors to pick up many meters away. He knew it. No one just leaves anything to chance. They planned it out. It made him run harder, but his top speed was reduced by a quarter. He reached the fire fight, as the bomb exploded, and then the ground dusted behind him. Fire from the sky was the signal the drop ship was on approach. The embassy no longer existed in any form, as the dust blew with the wind being kicked up by the drop ship landing. He carried the ladies on board, as his team was dragging the freshly wounded again teammate on board. The ship launched as the sky turned dark as the ship approached the UCSS Jager. Below, the tide of the skirmish turned, and the rebels were put down quickly, despite being well armed and well funded.

The smoke barely cleared as the Commonwealth soldiers began clearing any surviving rebels, as they retaken the planet.

And just how any good detective story starts, it starts with a theft.

A theft of a part of a secret map that will lead the person who completes it to riches beyond imagination.

A cache so grand that the Commonwealth denounced it as a myth.

But why go so far to outlaw any search of the very outer edge worlds for it?

Why silently remove anyone who says more than its a fairy tail?

And why do the higher ups sitting in the core worlds care so much about a grand treasure that is worth maybe two percent of the Commonwealth's actual wealth and holdings?

And how does a disgruntled vet turned detective fit into this mystery?

End of chapter 1
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A Taste of Detective Parke's backstory. Thank you for reading, and any comment is welcome.

[Shocker]

As a start to military science fiction this will work ratter nicely, in the long run you will need to explain to your readers some of the technology in use. It’s perfectly fine to leave a reader confused at the beginning of a story, it’s a disastrous mistake if the reader is still as confused at the end of the story.

There are is also a jarring break in narrative everything starting at

And just how any good detective story starts, it starts with a theft.

Reads like a book teaser with the author telling the reader what is to come, that should be structurally separated from the narrative you have provided.

On another note, military service does tend to age one quickly, but a 23 year old one thinking of having spend his whole life in the military, feels a bit off.