Coming Home (Free Fleet Book 2) by Michael Chatfield Read Free Book Online

places, or that he wish he went to the bathroom, it was all for show. He lived for this, for charging the enemy. He would’ve gone into hell if James told him, strapped naked to a rocket.
    Which I pretty much did when we took Parnmal , he thought, shaking his head as he looked to his fellow Commandos.
    Each were complaining about something or, what would seem as outrageous to anyone not in the military, playing games, sleeping or watching TV.
    Salchar had okayed hacking a satellite to get all current information on the Syndicates and Earth's activities. With all of that information came television and movies that none of the Commandos had seen and some kind soul had routed to the shuttles via tight beam laser.
    Currently, there were a group of Commandos of every race watching a projected version of an action movie made with all of the action stars basically blowing shit up.
    Henry grinned as one of the younger humans, about fourteen, tried to impress the great value and battle worthiness of Chuck Norris, with such choice phrases as: a snake bit Chuck Norris and after three days of excruciating pain, the snake died. The humans laughed as the rest asked what a snake was.
    The look on the kids face as he tried to explain it was priceless.
    He was saved by Salchar, who came through every HUD, data pad, and earpiece.
    “This is commander Salchar, I know that over the last year and half we’ve gone through a rough and terrible journey, but today we’ll claim back some of what was taken from us. As you all hurtle towards the enemy like the maniacs you truly are.” James grinned in a way that acknowledge that he and they were in the same club of maniacs, which drew whoops from the troops in the hold along with Henry who grinned himself.
    “The fleet is going to come in behind you. We’ll breach the vessels of the Syndicate, allowing you to board their vessels. You need to take them apart, I don’t care if you eject their cores or rip out their engines; I want those ships dead. For those of you that will hit the station, there are quite possibly orbitals attached to the station. Taking those out is your top priority. The fleet, once we fire on the Syndicate vessels, will hold around Earth. Once your shuttles have dropped you off they’ll pick up the second wave and land us on the station to assist in the clean up.”
    “Don’t kill the personnel of the Syndicate ships if you can help it, but this is our planet here, so if they aren’t cooperating, deadly force is authorized. We will have a full communications push as we go live. The lives of Earth and of this fleet are in your hands Marines, now show me what Armoured Marine Commandos can do!” Cheers rose again from the throats of the men around him, hungry and deadly cheers that sounded more like the baying of wolves for blood than it sounded like a noise that came from a human, Sarenmenti, Avar or Kuruvian’s mouth. As for the rest of them, their videos stopped and Henry’s kept going.
    “To the shuttle wing commanders, CAMC, and battalion commanders; you will have to organize on the move who is to take Big Bertha and who are to take the supporting forces. I leave it up to your discretion, good luck and I’ll see you all on the other side.” James gave a solemn two finger salute as the video ended and Henry continued towards Earth. Salchar had kept his message slightly cryptic, he didn’t want to say the station and the ships. Even sending the message was a risk, but he wasn’t going to send out his people without letting them know he cared for them, and understood what he was sending them into.
    “So you were explaining what a snake was Kalinsky?” Henry prompted. The kid sighed, eventually someone showing mercy on him and explaining what a snake was as Henry watched, grinning and popping a piece of gum in his mouth. The gum that the gun deck was pumping out was better than any cigarette he'd had, and it didn't give him the added issue of having to get his