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  AMERICA’S GALACTIC FOREIGN LEGION

  Book 8: Allies

  by

  Walter Knight

  ~TABLE OF CONTENTS~

  Copyright Information

  Author Acknowledgement

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Bonus Short Story

  Author Information

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  AMERICA’S GALACTIC FOREIGN LEGION

  Book 8: Allies

  The latest war between the United States Galactic Federation and the Arthropodan Empire is over, and humans and spiders are now allies bound by a treaty. Before anyone can enjoy the tentative time of peace, the scorpions reappear with a vengeance.

  In response to the treaty agreement between the new allies, Colonel Joey R. Czerinski and his band of miscreant legionnaires are sent on a side trip to a terraformed Arthropodan asteroid to help the spiders battle the scorpions.

  With their usual serendipitous screw-ups, the legionnaires manage to convince the scorpions to surrender. Those who were enemies become allies, and vice-versa.

  Another alien species makes a cameo appearance, and the return of a feared nemesis puts everyone on alert as the laughs continue in this eighth installment of the military space saga gone wrong.

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  AMERICA’S GALACTIC FOREIGN LEGION

  Book 8: Allies

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  EBOOK ISBN/EAN-13: 978-1-935563-52-5

  Copyright 2009 Walter Knight

  All rights reserved

  Cover Art: Starla Markham

  Also available in PRINT ISBN/EAN-13: 978-1-935563-53-2

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, planets, asteroids, alien species, evil empires, galaxies far, far way, or future events and incidents, are the product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or aliens, living or dead, events or locales including those on Mars and New Colorado, is entirely coincidental.

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  ~AUTHOR ACKNOWLEDGEMENT~

  I dedicate America’s Galactic Foreign Legion – Book 8: Allies to the great silent majorities of the world, who just want to live and let live. I thank Penumbra Publishing editor Patricia Morrison, who has the patience of an angel, and my sweet wife Barb, who is an angel, for their faith and support. And a special thanks to you readers still reading America’s Galactic Foreign Legion. I promise a fun ride all the way through Book 13!

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  AMERICA’S GALACTIC FOREIGN LEGION

  Book 8: Allies

  by

  Walter Knight

  Chapter 1

  After the total defeat the combined forces of the United States Galactic Federation Foreign Legion and the Arthropodan Empire delivered to the invading scorpion race, the scorpions retreated to the nether regions of the galaxy to lick their wounds. In theory, our victory forged a temporary alliance between the USGF and the Arthropodan Empire, but on the ground, everyday tensions still existed.

  I am Colonel Joey R. Czerinski, hero of the Legion, Butcher of New Colorado, and nemesis of the Arthropodan Empire and all spiders. Here on planet New Colorado, America’s Galactic Foreign Legion takes nothing for granted – and neither do I. Although spiders and humans live and work side by side on planet New Colorado, and the two races are currently considered military allies, I’m still watching the Demilitarized Zone in the New Gobi Desert, ready for any underhanded or outright hostilities.

  * * * * *

  Tony the Toe Garcia lost his job as a bookie when Bonanno & Associates went out of business. He tried to get a job with the new sports betting cartel, but all business was now automated through ATMs.

  These new business concepts will never work, thought Tony. Loan-sharking is an important aspect of being a bookie. Can an ATM break someone’s thumb? No! You need people skills to be a successful bookie.

  Tony went to New Gobi City to see his old friend Corporal Guido Tonelli of the United States Galactic Foreign Legion about job prospects.

  “I don’t know what to tell you,” said Guido. “We are in the age of the computer. All betting and collection enforcement is automated.”

  “Can I borrow some money until I get on my feet again?” asked Tony.

  “Sure,” replied Guido, putting two thousand dollars on Tony’s card. “If you want more, there is an ATM just down the street at the bank.”

  “Thanks. I’ve been trying to avoid ATMs, but I might just do that.”

  Tony the Toe was naturally leery of ATMs. ATMs were the enemy – they’d put him out of work. Besides, loan terms sometimes amounted to nothing more than slavery (or worse) if you failed to pay the money back. Tony could end up in the Legion like Guido, if he wasn’t careful. But the lure of easy money was always a draw to Tony the Toe. He walked up to the United States Galactic Federation Foreign Legion Recruitment Center ATM, telling himself convincingly it was just to look at the brochures.

  “Hello, Tony the Toe Garcia,” said the ATM. “A fine day we are having today, don’t you think? Are you still looking for work? I hope you haven’t been reduced to borrowing money from friends, like so many of your associates.”

  “How did you know that?” asked Tony.

  “There is not much I do not know,” said the ATM, smugly. “I used to do business with your former employer. Too bad about his sudden demise. I understand there are now arrest warrants out for Mr. Bonanno, for wire fraud and income tax evasion. Are you interested in joining the Foreign Legion?”

  “I don’t want to join the Legion,” replied Tony. “I heard something on the news about a war about to start.”

  “Nonsense,” said the ATM. “Do you see any bombs dropping from the sky? All looks peaceful to me. How much money do you need?”

  “Fifty thousand dollars,” admitted Tony.

  “Is that all?” asked the ATM. “No problem.”

  “I only need enough to get started.”

  “I understand,” said the ATM. “One should always be very careful about accumulating too much debt. If you are not careful, credit card debt has a way of creeping up on you until it is out of control. What is your plan? What will you use this money for?”

  “I’ll find an investment somewhere,” said Tony. “I always do.”

  “You might be able to double your money at the casino,” suggested the ATM. “If you pay me back tonight, I will not even charge you interest. After all, goodwill between friends is important to me.”

  “You would do that? I’ll take your deal. You are a true friend. Put the money on my card.”

  “The money is yours for twenty-four hours,” said the ATM, making the transaction and printing out terms. “If you do not pay me back, you will have enlisted in the United States Galactic Federation Foreign Legion. Put your thumb on my slide pad. It is purely for identification purposes.”

  “I won’t lose the money,” said Tony, putting his thumb on the pad. A pin pricked him, drawing blood and inserting a tracking chip. “I’m feeling too lucky to lose.”

  Tony the Toe went straight to the Blind Tiger Casino and placed all fifty thousand on a spin of the Roulette wheel (red). He won!

  Not the type to press his luck, Tony ran directly back to the ATM to pay off his loan. “Take your blood money,” he told the ATM, inserting his card. “I’m paying you off in full.”

  “That was fast,” said the ATM. “You were right. Luck is with you tonight.”

  “Well?” Tony demanded when his card immediately popped back out of the slot. “Take your money! Quit playing games. I know where you live.”

  “I can assure you I do not play games when it comes to money and recruiting quotas,” said the ATM. “A lot has happened in the few minutes since we last talked. America is at war.”

  “So? That’s all the more reason for me to pay you back. I don’t want to be in the Legion or on this side of the border when the shooting starts.”

  “Do you not have a sense of duty for your country?” asked the ATM.

  “I am a citizen of the United States of New Colorado,” explained Tony the Toe. “The USGF can fight its own wars without me.”

  “The USMC has joined the allies,” said the ATM. “We’re now an army of one.”

  “Just take the money back,” insisted Tony the Toe. “And quit jerking me around!”

  “Not so fast,” said the ATM. “Did you read the fine print of your loan en
listment contract? Of course you did not. You wise guys never do because you think you know it all. You remind me of Colonel Czerinski. He didn’t read his contract the first time either. Do you know of Colonel Czerinski?”

  “Sure I do,” Tony said, getting angry. “Czerinski is the reason Bonanno & Associates went out of business, and I lost my job. Somehow Czerinski fixed games, and Bonanno went broke.”

  “Colonel Czerinski is your new commanding officer,” advised the ATM. “You are now in the Legion for the duration of the war. It’s all written in the fine print of the loan enlistment contract you agreed to.”

  “I refuse!” shouted Tony the Toe. “You are not conning me into joining the Foreign Legion. You can’t force me to do this. Who are we at war with?”

  “Do I understand you to say you wish to contest the terms of your contract?” asked the ATM. “Because of some complaints, there is a review process in place for malcontents like you, to make sure I have been fair. Press the appeal button on the pad if you wish to make a formal appeal of your enlistment status.”

  Tony the Toe immediately pressed the appeal button. He was pricked again. Tony angrily wiped the blood off his thumb. “Was that really necessary?” he complained.

  “Your appeal of your enlistment status has been recorded, reviewed, and denied,” announced the ATM. “Welcome to the United States Galactic Federation Foreign Legion. You will report tomorrow evening at 1900 hours to the USGF assault ship Moon Demon of the 438th Transport Carrier Group for immediate deployment. The Moon Demon will be waiting for you and other recruits in the Walmart parking lot. Eat first. I am told the MREs are horrible.”

  “You call that being fair?” protested Tony the Toe. “Hell no, I won’t go! You can’t force me. You are nothing.”

  “I am curious,” said the ATM. “Why are you called Tony the Toe?”

  “None of your business,” answered Tony.

  “Oh, come now,” objected the ATM. “After all we have been through, and you can’t tell me a simple little secret?”

  “I lost my toe in an accident. What’s it to you? Will that disqualify me for enlistment for medical reasons?”

  “You cannot avoid your service commitment,” said the ATM. “When I pricked your finger the first time, I inserted a tracking device. The Legion will hunt you down if you go AWOL. The second time I pricked you, I inserted a small exploding device into your thumb. Fail to report for deployment, and I will blow your thumb off. A Mafia type like you should enjoy the irony. Luckily the Legion has excellent medical coverage and can – should the need arise – surgically replace your missing appendage with a new metal thumb. Then we can call you Tony the Thumb.”

  “This is inhumane!” argued Tony the Toe. “You can’t do this to me!”

  “The explosive device will dissolve sometime after you complete your basic training,” said the ATM. “I am not completely without compassion. After all, you are now a part of a fighting elite. Be proud, be brave, be a legionnaire. You finally have the chance to do something worthwhile with your life. Do not blow it.”

  * * * * *

  Tony the Toe pounded his fist on the ATM in frustration. What else could he do? He ate a big meal and reported for duty at 1900. The Moon Demon was huge, taking up most of the Walmart parking lot. A long line of Legion recruits and veterans waited to enter. Tony the Toe was given a uniform, boots, and a loaded M26A assault rifle. He sat down on a long row of seats already crowded with legionnaires. Tony the Toe slumped in his seat, reconciled to his new life as Private Garcia.

  “Why so glum?” asked Private Walter Knight, sitting next to him. “You look like a condemned prisoner. We’re off for the adventure of a lifetime!”

  “Speak for yourself,” said Private Tony (the Toe) Garcia. “Why did they issue me a loaded gun I don’t even know how to use? Do you think we’ll see combat soon?”

  “Oh, I know we’ll see lots of combat,” Private Knight assured him. “I have it from a reliable source that it’s practically written in stone that we will be in the thick of it very soon.”

  “Are you sure? How can anyone know that for sure?”

  “This is the assault ship Moon Demon,” explained Private Knight. “Our mission is to drop behind enemy lines and disrupt their command and control centers and logistics.”

  “We are landing on a planet?” asked Private Garcia.

  “We are in the infantry. Where else would we land?”

  “What planet? Where are we going?”

  “That’s top secret,” whispered Private Knight. “We don’t have a need to know. But, I think it is one of the Arthropodan terraformed asteroids.”

  “Who are we at war with?” asked Private Garcia. “No one will tell me.”

  “I heard it was the scorpions. Hoards of scorpions have invaded Arthropodan space and burrowed into their asteroid belt. Now that the spiders are our allies, we are assisting in the extermination. Don’t worry. I heard it will all be over soon.”

  Private Garcia sighed. “That’s what I am afraid of.” He looked around at the other troopers sitting in the ship’s bay and could see he wasn’t the only one who was nervous. “Did you say it was our mission to go behind enemy lines? That sounds like suicide.”

  “Stick with me,” said Private Knight. “I’m lucky. Nothing bad can happen to me or my friends. I’ll keep you safe.”

  Private Garcia sized up the tall, skinny legionnaire. “You have combat experience?”

  “No,” said Private Knight. “But with any luck, that will change, soon.”

  “What?” Private Garcia glared at this idiot in disbelief. “I’m not following you anywhere.”

  “It’s true,” commented Corporal John Iwo Jima Wayne, a large spider legionnaire in the next seat. “There is something lucky about Private Knight.”

  “I don’t even want to sit next to this goofy bendaho, let alone follow him into combat,” said Private Garcia, getting out of his chair to find a new seat. “Glory-hound fool!”

  As Private Garcia stood up, he was shoved back down in his seat by a firm hand. “Sit down and shut up, private!” ordered Master Sergeant Green. “We’re blasting off, and I don’t need you getting killed before we even get there. I want your death to mean something!”

  “Where are we going, Sarge?” asked Private Garcia.

  “We are going to war!” yelled Sergeant Green. “That’s all you need to know!”

  “He doesn’t know,” whispered Private Knight. “I guess you’re stuck with me. Don’t worry. We’ll make it out alive.”

  “He’ll be the first killed,” commented Private Krueger, in the seat across. “Knight knows nothing. He told us he used to be a world-famous science-fiction writer, but he don’t even have an agent.”

  “What do you know about anything, shorty?” Private Garcia demanded of Krueger, who looked like nothing more than a kid. “How did you even get in the Legion?”

  “Oh, you think you’re tough, do you?” Krueger baited. “At least I’ve seen combat. You will wish you were as short as me when you’re trying to find cover from being shot at.”

  “Right on,” added Private Camacho, seated next to Krueger. He gave Krueger a high-five. “And you’ll wish you were as thin as me. I’m so thin, when I turn sideways, the bullets will just whiz right past me and hit you, newbie.”

  “You want to settle right now who is tough enough to be in the Legion?” challenged Private Krueger.

  Private Garcia sat back into his seat, not wanting to antagonize these legionnaires any more than he already had. He might depend on them to save his life soon enough, and he didn’t like the odds of them all jumping him.