weeping.
“Captain?”
He spun around, his face a grimace of agony, cold eyes flickering between gray and silver, illuminating the tear-wet surface of his wrinkled and scarred face.
“Captain Reynald?”
“They won’t get away with this. Command will not get away with her blood on their hands.”
“No, Captain... Reynald, we’re picking something up on wide-range sensors.”
“Is it Simon?”
“No, sir. It’s a native vessel. A warplane. On a direct approach vector.”
A silver dot formed on the horizon, drew closer.
((droptroops prepped.))
“Take us in.”
The Judas swept into the shadow eclipsing the surface of Phobos. The Enemy hung in the vacuum, unaware of pending execution.
((simon to strike force: engagement on my go.))
They swept closer, unseen.
Zero-Four locked his arms into the interface gauntlets.
“Ready, Simon?”
((always.))
It began.
black
PREPARE TO BREAK MOON ORBIT.
THE THIRD PLANET((?))
YES. IT IS THE RICHEST IN HUMAN RESOURCE.
LUSCIOUS… UPLOAD.
inquisition. suspicion. hatred.
THEY ARE HERE.
THE JUDAS((?))
THE JUDAS.
A CERTAINTY((?))
THEY ARE SHADOWED, BUT THEY ARE HERE. I CAN TASTE THE PRESENCE OF THEIR CONTAGION IN THE PATTERN. THEY SHALL PAY FOR THEIR BLASPHEMY.
INDEED THEY SHALL.
DESTROY THEM.
The Spear tore through the sky at a phenomenal rate. The tiny island of Santa Fosca appeared on the horizon, grew closer as the plane sped towards it.
Jennings sat, watching the elite group of warriors prepare for the landing and capture of the group who had so ruthlessly killed so many Americans. They were the best, part of a detachment of soldiers who had won fame in War Three by capturing the remains of Paris. Now they would storm the island and try to take the terrorists alive, if they could. It would be a formidable task, if the terrorists were Styx.
Jennings and the troop commander looked at the view of the island the long-range cameras presented.
“What the hell is that?”
Something jutted up from the island, a massive, black something. It looked like a piece of... No, that was impossible. It was still buried in the mountains.
“Radiation level?”
“Nothing abnormal.”
So there had not been a thermonuclear attack.
“There they are.”
Seven men stood near the—thing. One was on his knees.
“What are they doing?”
“Watching us. Preparing.”
“They don’t appear to be armed.”
“They wouldn’t have to be if they’re Styx.” The soldier walked to the cabin. “Fly us in low. We’ll drop in on them from above, and the lower machine cannons can give us cover if it comes to that.”
The sleek vessel glided closer to the island, panels on its underside sliding open to reveal heavy machine guns on pivot axes. The plane slowed.
“They aren’t making a move. They can’t be surrendering.”
“With all respect, sir, if I saw a fully-armed Spear coming at me, I’d surrender.”
Below the plane, the seven men waited in silence.
Reynald stood up, his arms outstretched.
“Closer... Come closer.”
The plane continued its approach.
He closed his eyes.
((FIRE!!))
The formation of Judas dove at the Enemy monstrosity orbiting the moon Phobos.
The domain of vision was blinded by the fierce streaks of light that tore from seemingly empty space at the Enemy. The Enemy itself thrust its own hell at the black between the stars, tearing apart three Judas in a flash of fire where seconds before there was only nothingness. The Enemy was
“Captain?”
He spun around, his face a grimace of agony, cold eyes flickering between gray and silver, illuminating the tear-wet surface of his wrinkled and scarred face.
“Captain Reynald?”
“They won’t get away with this. Command will not get away with her blood on their hands.”
“No, Captain... Reynald, we’re picking something up on wide-range sensors.”
“Is it Simon?”
“No, sir. It’s a native vessel. A warplane. On a direct approach vector.”
A silver dot formed on the horizon, drew closer.
((droptroops prepped.))
“Take us in.”
The Judas swept into the shadow eclipsing the surface of Phobos. The Enemy hung in the vacuum, unaware of pending execution.
((simon to strike force: engagement on my go.))
They swept closer, unseen.
Zero-Four locked his arms into the interface gauntlets.
“Ready, Simon?”
((always.))
It began.
black
PREPARE TO BREAK MOON ORBIT.
THE THIRD PLANET((?))
YES. IT IS THE RICHEST IN HUMAN RESOURCE.
LUSCIOUS… UPLOAD.
inquisition. suspicion. hatred.
THEY ARE HERE.
THE JUDAS((?))
THE JUDAS.
A CERTAINTY((?))
THEY ARE SHADOWED, BUT THEY ARE HERE. I CAN TASTE THE PRESENCE OF THEIR CONTAGION IN THE PATTERN. THEY SHALL PAY FOR THEIR BLASPHEMY.
INDEED THEY SHALL.
DESTROY THEM.
The Spear tore through the sky at a phenomenal rate. The tiny island of Santa Fosca appeared on the horizon, grew closer as the plane sped towards it.
Jennings sat, watching the elite group of warriors prepare for the landing and capture of the group who had so ruthlessly killed so many Americans. They were the best, part of a detachment of soldiers who had won fame in War Three by capturing the remains of Paris. Now they would storm the island and try to take the terrorists alive, if they could. It would be a formidable task, if the terrorists were Styx.
Jennings and the troop commander looked at the view of the island the long-range cameras presented.
“What the hell is that?”
Something jutted up from the island, a massive, black something. It looked like a piece of... No, that was impossible. It was still buried in the mountains.
“Radiation level?”
“Nothing abnormal.”
So there had not been a thermonuclear attack.
“There they are.”
Seven men stood near the—thing. One was on his knees.
“What are they doing?”
“Watching us. Preparing.”
“They don’t appear to be armed.”
“They wouldn’t have to be if they’re Styx.” The soldier walked to the cabin. “Fly us in low. We’ll drop in on them from above, and the lower machine cannons can give us cover if it comes to that.”
The sleek vessel glided closer to the island, panels on its underside sliding open to reveal heavy machine guns on pivot axes. The plane slowed.
“They aren’t making a move. They can’t be surrendering.”
“With all respect, sir, if I saw a fully-armed Spear coming at me, I’d surrender.”
Below the plane, the seven men waited in silence.
Reynald stood up, his arms outstretched.
“Closer... Come closer.”
The plane continued its approach.
He closed his eyes.
((FIRE!!))
The formation of Judas dove at the Enemy monstrosity orbiting the moon Phobos.
The domain of vision was blinded by the fierce streaks of light that tore from seemingly empty space at the Enemy. The Enemy itself thrust its own hell at the black between the stars, tearing apart three Judas in a flash of fire where seconds before there was only nothingness. The Enemy was
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