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combat suits,
and we'll allow you to live. As slaves mind you, but at least you will be
alive."
    "George and Jane," I
sub-vocalized, "bring the rain."
    "Raining!"
    "Confirmed."
    "Slaves is it?" I said. "You
mean the men work in the mines, and the women get raped by your officers?"
    "Ah, you met one of them then? Whom do
I need to demote?"
    "A Colonel. And he won't need
demoting, I've already seen to it."
    "Ah, the spiritual mercenary, who
takes his enemies prisoner. How noble of you."
    "Actually no. I AM Karma's instrument.
When no-one is able to collect the karmic debts, the Cosmos sends me. Karma can
be a real bitch when you fuck with it."
    I heard my voice say it, but it wasn’t my
mouth moving.
    I said it.
    "So you consider yourself a Karmic
Debt Collector do you?"
    "Only for the worse cases."
    It was Kali talking again.
    "And what form did Karma take in this
instance?"
    "I cut off his small head so he
couldn’t rape again, and then cut off his big head so he couldn’t even think of
doing it again in any form."
    This time it was me talking. But it felt
like the words were not my own, while being my own. Such is channeling.
    "A pity. He was so very useful to me.
Alas, as you have done, so shall you receive…"
    He broke off as someone interrupted him.
Damn, if he'd only kept rabbiting on a little longer.
    "Charge!" yelled the General, and
his people sprinted forward.
    They made it just far enough to avoid being
cut down by the capital ship and Mosquito missiles which reduced the wall to
rubble. Most of the lights vanished. But we didn’t need lights to fight.
    "Wait for it," yelled BA, as the
line of enemy suits advanced towards the loosely grouped teams, forming a basic
line between the mine and where I was.
    "Jane, cover me."
    "Confirmed."
    Her suits formed up around me as an escort,
Meson streamers raised and ready to fire.
    "Fire!" said Jack quietly.
    Every heavy weapon we had, hand held, or on
the ships, fired. Enemy suits went down, but not enough of them, as we were
grouping fire to make kills, instead of each person taking on an individual
target. Jane was coordinating fire over team coms. I wasn’t listening. The
enemy were also firing as fast as their Pulse Rifles would cycle. The Mesons
had died in the missile strike, so it had achieved something. But our line was
going to be overrun very quickly, and then it would come down to suit on suit
combat.
    "Sword," I muttered.
    It materialized on my back, and I reached
back to pull it free. It was again combat suit sized, and it felt identical to
wield as if it was in my real hands.
    I sprinted forward, aiming at the enemy
suit directly in front of me, who was near the end of their line. Pulse fire
was coming at me, some hitting, others hitting the Jane's around me. I ignored
the fire, and ran forward as fast as I could.
    The suit in front of me, showing red on the
HUD, slowed down when he realized I wasn’t holding a gun. It gave him a couple
of extra shots at me, before I was on him. The first cut took off both arms,
and the Rifle dropped to the ground with them. The next cut took his head off.
I was moving towards the next one before the rest of the suit hit the ground.
    An intense feeling of déjà vu overtook me,
even though these were all combat suits, and not Jane's I was fighting. But the
fighting was very similar. The sword cut through everything I aimed it at, and
enemies were dropping before me. I was hopping and jumping more than walking,
as fire which hit me made my suit hop.
    A ninth enemy dropped before me, as my
outer suit shredded. The next armband shifted to return the suit to being my
likeness, although this time in 'slinky red'. I didn’t stop as this change
happened, and I was on the next target before the shift completed.
    The teams by now had formed up into
defensive clusters. Their fire was less effective now, as fewer could fire at
the same target. They were holding their own, for now. The ships were firing
when they could, but it was