Wow, was not expecting such a good response to the prologue! It should go without saying; if you haven't read that, click on my profile and find it there, it's only short. I've made the chapters longer, which means I don't have the 10 I promised, but I should be able to keep a regular posting schedule and I'm hoping you'll like the longer chapters. Let me know what you think.
Are you sitting comfortably?
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Major Swift awoke to the sound of birds chirping, and the sunlight streaming through the trees. Alex sat with his back to her, resting his chin on his knees. She cocked her head.
"Have you been up all night?" she asked.
Alex shrugged, looking over his shoulder at her.
"I don't need much sleep," he told her.
It was technically true, though he didn't tell her he had spent most of the night unconscious in the pilot seat of the mech while its sensors scanned the area for trouble.
Elizabeth stood up and stretched, pulling her top tight across her generous breasts and revealing her long, smooth legs, covered to just above the knee by a pair of cotton shorts. Her mussed up hair was framed perfectly by the morning light, and looked like a frozen flame. Despite his melancholy mood, Alex couldn't help but stare. It had been hard to make out beneath the many layers of clothes she had been wearing yesterday, but she had a soldier's physique.
Not a hint of fat covered her toned figure, save for the pair of mounds on her chest. He blushed and shook himself, but the major's deliberate teasing had done its job and lifted him out of his depression. It had been something of a running joke among the mech pilots that Captain Murray loved redheads with bedheads, and she was a spectacular one at that. Though she had no idea what the problem was, Elizabeth was glad to have helped. She smiled and went about getting ready for the journey.
Elizabeth covered herself once more in her armor. The ashes of the fire were scattered and all the loose items stowed in her pack. The furs they had slept on were rolled up and tied with a strip of leather. The shelter was scavenged for usable ropes, and then the component branches were left in a pile where they fell. Alex watched for the most part, lending a hand with heavy lifting but mostly keeping out of her way. She chatted away as she worked, informing him about the route they would take that day, explaining the lay of the land when it became clear he didn't know the landmarks she referenced. He felt himself transitioning from hopelessness to a grim sort of acceptance. If he was going to be stuck here for the rest of his long life, at least the company would be good.
Progress through the wood was slow, but before long the trees started to thin out and forest was replaced by grassland that stretched out over gentle, rolling hills.
"A day's march you said?" Alex asked.
Elizabeth nodded, pointing at a distant mountain.
"In that direction, on foot it took me from dawn to dusk on the way here."
"Let's see if we can make it before noon," Captain Murray grinned.
The luggage was all lashed to the right shoulder of the mech. Major Swift kicked off her boots and perched on the left shoulder, using the bundle of sleeping furs as a makeshift seat; her feet dangled down in front of the open cavity where Alex sat.
Nobody who's spent a week living in the wilderness should have feet that soft looking,
he thought to himself,
and I didn't know calves could be so sexy.
Doing his best not to get distracted, he kept the torso of the mech steady and set off at a brisk walking pace. The humongous stride of the machine tore away at the miles, and the two of them settled into the easy rhythm of travel.
The scenery was beautiful, and the weather clear and bright. For a while Alex almost forgot that the planet he was on was stranded in a dimension so hazardous that it took shield generators the size of a house just to keep a small ship safe as it skirted the edges. The plant life and the occasional animal wouldn't have looked out of place in a nature documentary, if it weren't for the giants he had met when he first woke up he could have mistaken it for Old Earth. When the sun was high in the sky, they reached a group of tall rock formations and Major Swift called down to him to stop.
"The camp is only another quarter of an hour away, over that next hill. Will the armor be safe if we leave it here and proceed on foot?"
"I suppose so," replied Alex, "Why?"
"If it walks within sight-line of the sentries, you might startle them. The last thing we want is a war-party riding out to greet us."
He had to agree that was a sensible point. If the weapons technology of this world was of a similar level to what Elizabeth was carrying they posed less than no threat to him in the mech, but it might make initial negotiations with them a bit trickier. On the other hand, if they had more of the green fire the giant had hurled...
"Good idea," he said, putting the mech into a crouch and holding up a hand for her to load the luggage onto and help herself down.
They left the mech tucked as far out of sight as it could be in amongst the rock pillars. Alex had his helmet clipped to his belt again, as well as the pistol and a first-aid kit. A miniaturised assault rifle - designed for emergency use in case of combat in an area the mech couldn't reach - was attached to the middle of his chest, within easy reach, and a combat knife was sheathed on his left thigh. He carried the bundle of furs under his left arm, while Elizabeth had her pack on her back.
As they crested the hill, Alex let out a low whistle. Tents stretched as far a the eye could see; banners and flags fluttering in the breeze here and there. A crude but effective looking wall made of oversized wooden wagons barred their progress, but the major headed straight for a small gap without pause. In the far distance, gigantic creatures like oxen the size of buildings grazed in the open space on the opposite side of the camp. Alex tried not to stare.
Two guards dressed in chainmail with red tunics were leaning on spears either side of the entrance, looking bored. When they saw the pair approaching, they perked up. One nudged the other and muttered something under his breath, which was met with a guffaw. When they arrived, Elizabeth tried to go through but found her way blocked.
"You're back early," sneered the taller of the two soldiers, "Didn't find anything?"
The other soldier laughed obnoxiously, evidently thinking this was hilarious.
"I found something that was worth bringing back,
corporal
," Major Swift rebuked him, "Now get out of my way. I need to see the general."
"Oooh, I dunno about that. He been very busy today," the smaller one grinned patronisingly, exposing blackened teeth, "Leastways, not sure he'd want to see you anyway if you been bringing
strangers
back to the camp. The rest of us just leave the whores at the brothel."
He cracked up at his own joke, as did the other one. Alex gave a sidelong look at the major, silently asking permission to lay this asshole out. She shook her head subtly, and he shrugged as if to let her know that the option was always there.
