I have decided not to post the rest of 4109 A.D. and give you guys my new stuff. There's a bit of language in the later parts but, that's life. So... Here goes: The first chapter...
4112 A.D: A Risky existence
By *********** (You can't see my name)
Chapter 1: Hard living
Captain Dave Long walked carefully through the busy streets of the outskirts of the Tigerian city Firchaz. The Captain was currently wearing a long jacket and a facial covering hat. He and a group of others were sent here to eat away at the Tigerian Empire from the inside.
It had been three years since the start of the war with the Tigerians, and Earth had made big changes in tactics, weaponry, and alliances since then. For example, the Saturnians, who were Earth’s mortal enemies, now were very good and trustworthy allies.
Dave ducked into an alleyway as he saw a patrol of Tigerian droids march in his direction. He quickly checked his K-51 automatic pistol and primed it in one fluid motion. Dave pulled his hat down over his eyes and walked back out into the dark dreary atmosphere of Tigeria, the Tigerian’s home planet.
Basically, Tigeria was a hunk of space rock orbiting around a large dying star. The star had been “dying” for hundreds of years so no one thought about it.
Dave strolled casually by the Tigerian patrol and was ignored completely. He smiled broadly under the cover of his hat. Long headed towards the run down pub where he and his companions usually got drinks and swapped information.
Dave walked right up to the pub and sauntered in. The bar was full of shady looking characters from pirates to smugglers. Dave quickly spotted his old friend Rob Dickens, who was wearing a very badly tied facemask. He had known Rob since the beginning of the war, and they still worked in the same unit.
Dave slid into the chair opposite Rob, “Hello buddy. What’s goin’ on at the H.O.?” (H.O. was the shortened term that the American agents used for Hideout.)
Rob shrugged, “Nothin’ much except we captured another couple of Tigerian nobles. Oh, and Jake asked me te’ tell you te’ pick up more crackers, were out.”
Dave chuckled, “When are we never out of crackers with that glutton?”
Rob leaned back his chair, “Well, I certainly don’t eat ‘em. Now, what’ve you been doin’?”
It was Long’s turn to shrug, “I gave the slip to some police patrols.”
Rob snickered, “Well that’s an achievement. Anyone could cut it on these crappo Tigerian police tinnies.”
Dave nodded in agreement, “True my ageing friend. But still, they’ve gotten a tip from someone that Earth’s agents are in this city.”
Rob smiled, “The more gunshots, the more I like missions, my young snip of a friend. If there’s no risk, the job is boring. Pointless! I have no interest in taking gigs that don’t have a bit of bot-blasting.”
Dave nodded seriously, “Alright, I get your point Rob. Well I’m off, tell the guys I said hi.”
Rob saluted playfully, “Yessir!”
Dave walked out of the pub and headed for the grocery store. He had a couple extra things to pick up besides saltines.
Long walked in and chose a shopping cart, and headed towards the crackers. After he picked up four boxes of those, he went over to the meat aisle and selected some type of meat.
Dave looked at the Tigerian letters on the package, “What does this say, beef of Furcarpeck, or loin of Gurlind?”
Dave rolled his eyes and grumbled about his poor knowledge of the Tigerian language. He stuffed the package into his cart regardless of what it was and headed to the checkout. A slim teenage female Tigerian, (an actual living one) took his bags and waited while Dave rummaged through his wallet. He looked at the price on the cash register and dug deeper.
“Why can’t the Tigerian currency be on the top?” He grumbled rather loudly.
He got quite a few strange looks from other shoppers.
The cashier extended her hand and spoke in perfect English, “Need a little help sir?”
Dave took out his identity cards and gave her his wallet, mumbling his thanks.
The cashier looked at the price of Dave’s purchases and pulled out the money.
She pushed the bags towards him and pressed the change into his hand.
“Thanks kid.” Dave said quietly.
Just as he turned away the cashier tugged his sleeve, “Um, sir, are you sure you want this one?” She said, holding up the Furcarpeck/Gurlind package.
Dave looked at the parcel, “What is it?”
The girl looked at him quizzically.
“Uh, I’m new around here.” Dave mumbled.
She nodded, “Riiiight. Okay, this you have here is a fish of sorts that is out of date by two months.”
As Dave froze, the Tigerian girl laughed, “It’s okay, I’ll get you another one.”
She reached in her apron pocket and spoke in Tigerian into a microphone of sorts.
A moment later another cashier ran up puffing and dumped another parcel on the cash register.
The Tigerian girl nodded to him and handed Dave the package and his wallet, “Here you go! Thanks for shopping!”
“Welcome.” Dave answered as he walked out the grocery store. Why a supermarket would keep two month old parcels in stock was beyond him.