Path to Becoming the Greatest Space Mercenary-Chapter 111 Jasmine’s Predicament

Going back in time a bit, Jasmine was having to deal with the Dauntless’ rambunctious guest.

"Such fine craftsmanship. It’s made of some sort of polymer, but I don’t recognize it. Oh, and the circuitry is beyond impressive. I wonder what sort of conductors they used for these wires. I’ve never seen a transistor quite like this one. The people that designed this must have been geniuses with nearly unlimited resources. If only I could have gotten such a position."

When she came back to the cockpit after a quick trip to the restroom, Jasmine found Grito on the floor, having removed the panel covering one of the Dauntless’ consoles. Continue reading at novelbuddy

The immense concern he had shown for his uncle just minutes ago seemed to have been completely forgotten. Instead, Grito was now engrossed in the technological marvel before him.

Obviously, for a technician that used to work on all manner of vessels, the Dauntless was basically the holy grail for the young Baccigan. He wanted nothing more than to take it apart and find out what made it tick.

"W-what the hell are you doing?!" Jasmine shouted, both confused and furious.

"Ah, your back. You wouldn’t happen to have any proper tool around her somewhere, would you? I managed to get this panel off using an old trick I picked up taking apart some older Storren Corp. ships, but I can’t really go any further like this."

With no regard for where he was, Grito allowed his fascination to completely take over.

Jasmine had to hold herself back from shouting again and instead went to work on fixing the issue.

"Hey! Stop that!" Grito shouted as he was suddenly lifted off the ground.

Remorselessly, Jasmine carried Grito over to one of the sub operator chairs and strapped him with the seatbelt.

With a keystrokes on the main panel, she locked her guest in place and prevented him from leaving his seat.

"This is unlawful detainment. I demand to be let go."

Grito struggled to break free, but he was not going anywhere unless someone with permission to access the ship’s controls let him.

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"Have you already forgotten where you are and what kind of situation you’re in? People are after you, your uncle is in trouble, and the Alliance Police are going to come looking for you once the current crisis is dealt with. So why are you tearing apart the vessel of the people that have agreed to help you?" Jasmine said, utterly exasperated.

This defaulted the excited Baccigan, and Grito lowered his head in frustration.

"I’m sorry. I know I got out of hand there. I just found something to distract myself and got too into it. I really want to find my uncle right now, but I know there is nothing I can do but wait. It’s just aggravating."

Getting a glimpse at Grito’s true feelings, Jasmine could not help feeling bad for the guy. His entire life had been upended when his parents died, and when he tried to break ties with the criminal organization he had found himself in, it had not only put his life at risk, but also his uncle’s.

Now they were involved in whatever mess was occurring in the Phregon System. With both of them having been held hostage, and his uncle being forced to work on some sort of ghastly device.

"Fine. I let you out but promise me you won’t take anything else apart. You can look around, just don’t touch anythi-"

Before Jasmine could finish what she was saying, the Dauntless’ computer sounded a warning alarm. Something had triggered its proximity alarm.

Pulling up the outside feed on the main viewscreen, Jasmine went wide eyed as she watched a group of heavily armed and trained soldiers infiltrating the hangar.

The security bots meant to maintain order came out in force, but all of them were unceremoniously mowed down by the assailants.

Normally this would have been when the Alliance Police would be called in and an entire platoon would be dispatched. Except they were all otherwise occupied dealing with the mass terrorist attack all over Phregon III.

"It’s not my imagination that they’re setting weapons aimed at us, is it?" Jasmine murmured with a look of shock and horror on her face.

Immediately she raised the ship’s shields to max output and called Avery for advice on how to handle this situation. Nothing like this had ever happened during her tenure as a police officer.

When she got through to him, he was just as surprised as she was about how things had developed.

"Are there any laws against opening fire on them. I don’t care what sort of equipment they’ve got with them, personnel without any sort of military vehicle to protect them aren’t going to be able to hold up to the Dauntless’ laser cannons."

Avery’s suggestion was certainly brutal, but it would be effective.

Unfortunately, Jasmine had to advise against the idea.

Firing high powered ship-based weapons on a colony was highly illegal. They would certainly receive a response similar as the terrorist. That was just how dangerous their weapons were.

Even in the current extenuating circumstances, they were bound to get into major trouble. Likely having to pay a hefty fine at least.

"Okay. Send an emergency request to leave the colony and head out into space. We’ll come by and take them out and you can come pick me and Kasandra up once things are clear." Avery said.

With that, the call was ended and, on her terminal, Jasmine watched as Avery and the others started quickly making their way back.

She then felt the Dauntless rock as the attackers outside opened fire. They had set up seven medium laser cannons and were attempting to breach the ship’s shields.

Still, their weapons were hardly meant to fight against a top-of-the-line military vessel like the Dauntless. It would take them a couple of minutes of uninterrupted bombardment just to exhaust the first shield cell.

"Looks like you’re going to have to stay strapped in, Grito. We’re going for a quick jaunt out of the colony."