Authors: Jasper T Scott
“Hold on a minute,” Ethan said, coming to stand beside Atton and face down the soldier with him. “Where are you taking us?”
“Omnius has told us to leave you all in a temporary holding area and go join the fight.”
“I see. Tell you what, why don’t you have us join that fight, too.”
“Omnius said—”
“Forget what Omnius said. You trusted us enough to ask for our help once. Now I’m offering it.”
“Move along,” the soldier repeated quietly.
“Quat est moror?” the gravelly voice said. Atton saw the owner of this voice was a blue-caped soldier with a glowing blue emblem etched into his radiant armor.
The unadorned soldier turned to the blue-caped one and they spoke briefly in Avilonian. A moment later blue cape turned to them. “Omnius accepts your offer of service. I assume you plan to use your vessel to join the fight.”
Ethan nodded.
“Then go quickly.” Reaching down to his belt, he opened a compartment and withdrew what looked like a small sheet of transparent rubber. Stepping up to Ethan he handed over the sheet and said, “Place this over your nose and mouth.”
Atton saw his father staring at it in his palm with ill-concealed revulsion. Then he noticed that it was
moving
.
“What
is
it?” Ethan asked, looking ready to hand it back.
“A filter. It will allow you to breathe without being choked by the smoke. You will not get back to your ship without it.” With that, the blue-caped soldier turned and spoke to a few of his men. They produced similar squares of living rubber and distributed them to the humans in the clearing who didn’t have helmets.
When one of them came up to Atton, he shook his head and smiled, putting his helmet back on instead. He watched with concern as his father pressed the sheet of rubber over his mouth and nose. Ethan’s mouth opened in surprise as the thing spread, adhering to his lips and nose.
“Ethan!” Alara cried, her hands already reaching out to scrape it off his face.
“Breathe!” the Avilonian commanded. “It will not harm you.”
Abruptly Ethan relaxed and nodded. “Thank you,” he said, his voice now muffled with a watery sound. Turning to the others, he said, “Let’s go.”
“You have room for us?” the Zephyr captain who’d found Atton asked.
Ethan hesitated to reply. “Yes, but you’d be better off helping rescue efforts on the surface. There aren’t enough turrets on my ship for all of you.”
“Understood.”
“We could use some help finding it, though.”
“Roger that—Alphas, form up!”
Turning to Atton, Ethan said, “You and your squad mates can come with us if you like.”
Atton sent Ceyla a questioning look. She and Razor both nodded, and he turned back to his father with a grin. “Ruh-kah!”
Chapter 32
E
than stumbled out into the smoke-clouded world beyond the ethereal confines of the tower. From the top of the stairs he could see a vast field of flames, blurry orange light dancing through the fumes. Weapons fire flashed overhead, sounding with the distant screeching of pulse lasers and the resonant humming of beam cannons.
He took a deep breath to test the living membrane the Avilonians had given him to place over his mouth and nose. It worked exactly as advertised, somehow passing clean, odorless air to his lungs.
It did nothing for his eyes, however, which immediately began to burn and tear. He narrowed them to slits, and turned to look behind him for the mech captain who had agreed to lead them to the
Trinity.
He found Alara standing directly behind him, her eyes similarly clouded with tears. Behind her, Atton and his two squad mates were just now emerging from the tower. Bringing up the rear were eight Zephyr assault mechs—Alpha squad.
“Hoi!” Ethan called out to the mech at the head of the group, shouting to be heard over the sound of weapons fire. “We’re going to need you to lead the way with your sensors!”
“Roger that,” the mech captain said, striding by him and starting down the stairs from the Zenith. “Stay close,” he said as he and his squad descended into the gloom. Ethan and the others brought up the rear behind the mechs. The Zephyrs were keeping a close eye on the sky as they went, as if they could see some hidden danger lurking behind the rising columns of smoke. Every now and then they would hear an unearthly screaming as a Shell Fighter came whistling out of the sky to impact in the square with ground-shaking force.
“We need to pick up the pace!” Alpha One called out from the head of the group. With that, the Alphas began to jog. Ethan and the rest of them had to break into a flat sprint to keep up with the Zephyrs’ longer strides. They couldn’t see all eight assault mechs, but Ethan tried to keep the nearest four in sight at all times.
They had to watch their steps as they ran over the ash-covered ground. Ethan spared a glance to check on Alara as she ran beside him. “You okay?” he asked, suddenly worried about his pregnant wife.
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
“No argument about it not being safe to go up there and fight?”
She took a moment to reply to that. Ethan was just about to ask her again when she said, “We have to fight them. Just look at what they’ve done to this place!”
“What about our baby? I thought you wanted security. Safety.”
“I do, and that’s exactly why we have to fight. With these people on our side, we might just win the war once and for all. Our part might not make a lot of difference, but at least I’ll be able to look my children in the eye one day when they ask me what
I
did to stop the Sythians. They’ll know their mother is no coward.”
“Ruh-kah! Now there’s the Alara I remember. Welcome back, Kiddie.”
“Thanks, I think. I’m new at this. I have to think about more than just me now. It’s not just my neck I’m risking.”
“So what changed your mind?”
“What’s the point in having children if they don’t have a world to grow up in? I was afraid to leave Dark Space because there was nowhere to go, but now we’ve found a place, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to rest before we rescue everyone and bring them here.”
“Hoi, hold on a minute. We don’t have to rescue
everyone
, Kiddie.”
“Well, obviously the criminals are a low priority,” she replied.
“Actually, I wasn’t thinking about them. I was thinking about your father.”
“Ha ha, very funny!”
He gave a lopsided grin.
“Heads-up!” the mech captain called out up ahead. “I think we’ve found her!”
Ethan looked up to see a shadow come swirling out of the smoke. A moment later, that shadow resolved into the shape of his corvette. The Zephyrs slowed now that they’d found the object of their search, but Ethan sped up. He ran past the captain and opened the boarding ramp with the keycard in his pocket as he ran. “Thanks for that, Captain!” Ethan called out. “I owe you boys a round of drinks when we get back!”
“I’ll hold you to that!”
Ethan reached the foot of the ramp just as it finished lowering to the ground. He stopped and turned to see his wife, followed by Atton and two more officers go racing by him. He ran up the ramp after them, triggering it to close before they’d even reached the top. Eager to be rid of the living air filter the Avilonians had given him, he ripped it off his face and threw it over the side of the ramp. He noticed Alara doing the same.
Once inside the ship, Ethan ran up to a lift tube that lay just beyond the boarding ramp, he slapped the call button and then turned to his crew. “Atton, take your friends here and head to the turrets. Alara and I will man the cockpit.”
“This is a seraphim-class corvette,” the male pilot standing behind Atton said. “You’re going to need more than two people on the bridge.”
“What’s your name?”
“Razor.”
The lift tube arrived and they all crowded into it. “Well, Razor,” Ethan said as he selected the gun deck and the bridge from the wall-mounted directory. “This is a modified corvette, and it’s built for just two control stations.”
“That’s a lot to manage in a fight,” Razor replied.
“You just worry about manning your turret; let me worry about how much I have to manage.”
The lift arrived on the gun deck a second later and Atton ran out with his squad mates. “Tag a few of them for me, son!” Ethan said.
“I’ll tag a dozen,” Atton replied.
With that, the lift doors swished shut and it went on to the bridge. A moment later, Ethan and Alara were running out and down a short corridor to the bridge. They reached their respective flight chairs and strapped in. Ethan fired up the
Trinity’s
reactors and began warming up the grav lifts while Alara skipped through a quick preflight check.
“Everyone ready back there?” he asked, speaking into the ship’s intercom. He left it open to keep a dialogue going between him and his crew.
“Affirmative,” came Atton’s voice.
“Roger that,” the female pilot said.
“Ruh-frekkin’-kah!” Razor added.
Ethan pushed the grav lifts up to maximum power and the
Trinity
shot straight off the ground, rising quickly through swirling clouds of smoke. Despite an upward acceleration of over 35 KAPS, they couldn’t feel a thing. “Set IMS to 90%,” he said, speaking to the ship. Alara shot him a quick look, and he got it. “Right—the baby—Make that 95%.”
Now he felt a subtle pressure on his spine to accompany the upward acceleration. A few seconds later they emerged above the smoke and saw the midnight sky slashed with light and bleeding fire. “Holy frek,” Ethan whispered.
Several Sythian cruisers were in the process of plummeting from the sky, breaking up into flaming chunks. Avilonian ground batteries answered that threat, breaking the debris into smaller and smaller pieces as they fell. Ethan looked up still higher to the clouds. Reams of fire converged on the lurking shadows of Sythian cruisers. What looked like thousands of gold-glowing insects danced through the air, firing streaks of bright red lasers at a significantly smaller number of orange-glowing insects.
There were thousands of fighters, and that was just what the Avilonians had managed to rally on short notice. Larger ships were few and far between, however—with just a dozen that Ethan could see, and none of them much larger than the
Intrepid.
Speaking of which . . .
Ethan scanned the grid for the ISSF cruiser, but he couldn’t find it anywhere. He had a bad feeling the Sythians had destroyed it before Omnius had come back online and restored control of Avilon’s defenses.
Their fleet was destroyed in orbit, and this is what they had lying in reserve on the planet,
he thought, marveling at the display of force. He tried to guess how many more fighters they had if this was what they’d managed to rally in the past half an hour since Omnius had been brought back online. He realized the number would be in the high six figures.
Alara’s right,
he thought.
We do have a chance.
He found himself wondering about the Avilonians: humanity could have fought off the original invasion if the Avilonians and the Imperium had stood together.
So why didn’t they?
Ethan frowned and pushed those thoughts from his mind. “We’re going to have to hurry if we want to get in on the action,” he said while switching from grav lifts to thrusters. A meaty roar rumbled through the ship as he throttled up to the ship’s maximum acceleration of 125 KAPS. That was significantly less in atmosphere than it was in space, but still more than fast enough to pin them to their seats and send the city falling away beneath them at a dizzying rate.
“How many are there?” Alara asked.
Ethan queried the gravidar for a tally. “Fifteen capital-class, and just over five hundred Shell Fighters . . . they’re down to less than half of what they came with. . . . Hoi! What’s this?”
“What’s what?”
“Look!” Ethan pointed to the grid, to the red icon of an enemy starship hovering high above the planet. “That’s their command ship!”
“Why aren’t they cloaked?” Alara asked.
“Maybe the Avilonians have a way to see through cloaking shields?”
“If that’s the case, then the Sythians are in for more trouble than they know.”
Just as Alara said that, the eye of Omnius at the top of the Zenith Tower abruptly swelled to twice its size and a blinding beam of white light shot straight up through the clouds. Ethan followed that beam on the gravidar to see where it went.
He watched wide-eyed with glee as it collided with the gargantuan command ship and sliced off a large chunk of its port side.
“Holy frek,” Ethan whispered.
They soared into the clouds, and the space ahead of them grew thick with red bracket pairs as the ship auto-highlighted nearby enemy targets on the HUD. “Heads-up boys and girls,” Ethan said, switching over to Hailfire missiles. Destra had filled the
Trinity’s
launchers to overflowing with munitions before sending him on his way—just in case.
Before they were even through the clouds Ethan saw bright lances of red and blue dymium pulse lasers streaking out from his corvette’s turrets, tracking enemy Shells. Ethan targeted the nearest fighter and hovered his targeting reticle over the enemy fighter. He waited to hear the solid tone of a lock and then fired off a pair of Hailfires. They jetted out into the clouds and disappeared.
Then the
Trinity
punched through the clouds and they saw the real battle in all its glory. Sythian cruisers and battleships were clawing for the sky, their shining mirror-like hulls peppered with explosions from unseen ordnance. “What the frek is hitting them?” Ethan asked.
“Lasers?” Alara suggested.
Ethan shook his head, barely noticing as the missiles he’d fired split into eight shards each and blew three Shell Fighters out of the sky. “No. Not beams either. Those are being absorbed by shields. These are explosives. ”
“Well, some type of warheads, then.”
“Right, but why can’t I see them on the grid?”
“Maybe they’re cloaked?”
“Maybe,” he conceded.