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They couldn't simply a
The "plan," clearly, was a bust even before Gro
"Don't fire until fired upon" obviously wasn't going to work under these circumstances.
Gro
The woman was fast. Before he could reacquire her, she'd hit the deck exit button and was out of there. The i
"Sealed," Geno said. "Oh, well." He rolled out a slab of claylike substance and slapped it onto the hatch. "Fire in the hole!"
* * *
"Who in Muir's Name are these guys?" Giova
"I don't know," Beach replied over her communicator. "What kind of jackers wear battle armor? Or even know how to use it, for that matter? But if they're Empies, why don't they have a warship? And if there is a warship, where in hell is it?"
"I don't know," the CO replied, looking at his schematic. "But whoever they are, they're already through the lock. And moving down Deck C. It looks like they know where the morgue is."
"Do they want to capture us?" the second officer demanded. "I'm falling back to the Morgue, but I've only got a limited group. So far, only eight and the two commandos at the Morgue door."
"Well, I've got bodies, but you've got all the weapons," Giova
"I know," Beach said. "I'm into the Armory. Now, if we can just match bodies to bullets!"
"I'll send groups through the side passages," Giova
"Oh, yeah? Well, next time, tell them to put the Pollution-bedamned Armory further away from the main hatch!"
"Will do. Giova
* * *
"Lai, go with First Squad to Engineering," Pahner snapped. "Gu
"Despreaux, I know you're not tracking too well ..." Kosutic said.
"I'm fine, Sergeant Major," the sergeant replied.
"No, you're not," Kosutic contradicted calmly. "You're a basket case. So's Bebi and Niederberger. And Gelert and Mutabi, for that matter."
"Shit," Jin said. "Mutabi went?"
"Yes," Kosutic replied. "I've been trying to hold all of you out of combat as much as possible. This time, I don't have any choice."
"I'll be fine," Despreaux said desperately. "Really. I was fine in Mudh Hemh."
"Nevertheless, Jin's going along," Kosutic told her. "Let him run your squad; you just cover everyone's back."
"I can handle it, Sergeant Major," the sergeant said. "I can."
"Despreaux, just do what I say, okay?" the NCO snapped.
"Yes, Sergeant Major," she replied bitterly. "I'll go ahead and give up my squad to the Gu
"Trust the Gu
"It'll be okay," Kosutic said, as the deck shook with a distant detonation. "Somehow or another, it'll be okay."
* * *
"Who the pock are these guys?" Julian snapped. He'd narrowly missed being smeared by the hypervelocity missile that had just torn the bulkhead into so much confetti. For a "tramp freighter," Emerald Dawn's crew had some heavy-duty hardware. And a lot of perso
"Captain Pahner, this is Julian. Third Squad is stuck on the approach to the Bridge. I'd estimate the defenders are in at least squad strength, with heavy weapons, and they're fighting hard. We tried to cut through bulkheads, but several of them are made of reinforced blast steel. We're having a hard time cutting that. We've eliminated two defense points, but we've also lost two suits to get here." He looked around at the four members of the squad behind him. "Frankly, Sir, I don't think we're going to get through without some reinforcements."
* * *
"Julian, hold what you've got. I'll see what I can scrounge up."
Pahner looked over at Temu Jin and raised an eyebrow. The IBI agent had been attempting to hack the ship's infonet for almost two minutes. It was clear that whatever they'd run into—smugglers, pirates, or whatever—this was no "tramp freighter."
"So, what did we just walk into Agent Jin?"
"Well, if it's a tramp freighter, I'm an Armaghan High Priest. No offense, Sergeant Major."
"None taken," Kosutic rasped. "We need to do something here, Captain."
"Yes, we do, Sergeant Major." Pahner looked over at her. "But we really, really need some information to decide what, don't you think?"
* * *
"Perso
"Kyrou, cover your sector," Despreaux snapped. The private had been glancing over at Jin as the gu
"Yes, Sergeant," the plasma gu
"Ah, crew quarters," the gu
Despreaux froze as the gu
"Nimashet?" Beckley called. "Sergeant?!"
Despreaux felt her hands begin to shake. For just a moment, Beckley seemed kilometers away, and she closed her eyes. But then she drew a deep breath and opened them once more.
"Alpha Team, lay down a base of fire. Bravo, move!"
* * *
The sergeant major glanced at her schematic and grimaced.
"Lamasara's gone," she said bitterly. "We're losing people by the minute, Captain."
"Yes, we are," Pahner replied calmly. "But until I know to whom, we're just going to hold where we are. With one exception." He flipped to a different frequency. "St. John. Go, go, go."
* * *
St. John (J) looked over at his brother and smiled.
"Oh, goody. Time to take a little walk."
"I hate freefall," St. John (M) grumped, but he also tapped the controls of the Class A Extra-Vehicular Unit. The round EVU pack, more of a small spaceship than a suit, accepted the previously set up commands and released carefully timed puffs of gas that sent the two Marines on a course that hugged the surface of the globular starship. A course that would eventually intersect the first of two weapons hard points.