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sliced a swatch across the ground in between her and the walker,
easily cutting the power cord to the grapple and releasing the gravity trap.
Cora, now with her mech’s muscles seeming to work again, worked her boxy arms
and legs around and got the mech back on its feet.
    “Thanks,” she said, having antipicated that tactic but she’d been unable to get any of her weaponry pointed at the
device or cable due to the way she fell. “Let’s cut this guy up.”
    “Mid section?”
    “Yes,” she said, targeting both cleansing beams where
she’d previously been firing as Jarvan did the same.
With the beams alternating as they recharged, the four
bright but pale white beams sliced through the insanely thick armor on the
walker with little effort, cutting up the middle segment to the point where it
became dead weight and ceased to function.
    Another gravity grapple came out and hit Cora again,
this time landing between her mech’s legs and sucking her down into the dirt
but she remained standing. Her arms dropped and nearly touched the ground while
her mech’s feet sunk in deep into the soil but she remained standing. With some
effort she got her body rotated slightly and fired a mauler blast out from her
mech’s protruding chest and cut the power cord herself, with her mech’s
handling once again returning to normal.
    As soon as she did that the Type-1 began launching all
the missiles it had from all six intact segments, pinning both the Mk. 3s down
as they had to defend against it. While they were preoccupied the six intact
segments on the walker detached from the damaged one, creating two
three-segment sections that began walking towards the mechs as fast as they
could trying to get within plasma range as they kept the mechs pinned with
missiles.
    “Looks like they want to slug it out,” Jarvan commented as his mech was throwing so many tiny
Sammie blasts into the missile cloud it looked like he was a wizard hurling
magic to keep the weapons at bay.
    “Shall we oblige?”
    “Since this is a test run, why not?”
    “Let’s go,” she said, beginning to walk the mech
closer and giving the Skarrons what they wanted, eventually coming into plasma
range while the missile storm continued, but they didn’t stop there, with both
madcats moving into their own mauler range and unloading on the two segments of
the Type-1 and giving their heavy shields a good test…but in the end it was no
contest and the pair of madcats destroyed the largest walker the Skarrons had
without even taking a lick of hull damage, then they got around to cleaning up
the remaining Type-4s before Kip’s group could even arrive.

 

 
    6

 
 
    July 3, 2549
    Interstellar
Space
    Mid jump

 
    Cal-com woke from his sleep early as a soft,
repetitive tone brought him back to full consciousness as it grew ever louder
in his tube. The Voku’s sight returned as he gave focus to his single eye,
previously ignored as he floated inside the vertical null g chamber that
encased his body. He reached forward and pressed a few buttons, canceling the weightlessness
and audio suppression a moment before he triggered the release and the tube
split in front of him.
    The Voku naval commander stepped out, seeing one of
his advisors waiting for him in the rest ward where hundreds of other tubes
resided, many with occupants and more without. Neither Cal-com nor the other
Voku had personal quarters, for when they weren’t sleeping they were working or
training in some fashion, with time spent on anything else being viewed as a
waste for military personnel.
    As Cal-com looked at the slightly shorter Voku Hem- ra bowed slightly in apology. “ We have received an update from our scout ships. The enemy fleet is
larger than expected by 32%. I assumed you would want to prepare before our
arrival. ”
    “ You assumed
correctly. Were the ships discovered? ”
    “ Not according
to the transmission .”
    Cal-com nodded. “ I
will be in the oracle shortly .”
    Hem- ra