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Authors: Tony Chandler
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three of her main guns swiveled and targeted the battery located in the thick brush.
Seven seconds after the attack began, Mother destroyed the gun and its T'kaan crew with her first blow.
“Guardian, this is a prearranged scenario the T'kaan have led us into.” Mother's calm electronic voice did not betray that her processors were now operating near maximum capacity—calculating every possibility of the T'kaan's next move.
Mother tried a message via Guardian's transmitter to warn the children, but they did not answer. Guardian's sensors noticed a movement from the darkness, from a sensor hole he now discovered from his previous scan of the huge unlit room. A strange clicking noise became audible. Huge, wallowing forms suddenly drew upwards from underneath flexible covering thrown off by tentacle arms.
Guardian aimed his assault blaster and fired at the first target.
“Fixer5,” Mother said to the tiny robot still inside her hull. “Gather more weapons and extra charges from the weapon's locker. You will need to take them to Guardian. He and the children will need them in order to escape.”
The diminutive worker robot rolled forward on its four legs with swift electronic obedience.
Alarms suddenly shouted, vying for Mother's attention as she focused on the growing numbers of T'kaan warriors that were appearing inside the complex from their sensor cloak.
They had been hidden by some kind of material that dampened, or evaded our sensors , Mother thought. I must not under-estimate these enemies ever again. I must pay attention to the minutest detail.
The screaming alarms, put onto background mode, suddenly leapt into her primary memories, into her Priority One processing queue.
“Guardian, three T'kaan frigates have finished a jump from hyperspace. Twelve fighters have been launched. I must engage them now,” Mother said simply. “I will return as soon as I can.”
Guardian had quickly dispatched four of the T'kaan with his assault blaster, but his personal shield that Mother had recently added to his systems was already down to half-power. His weapon would soon need a new charge as well. But now Mother would not be there to assist him. Alone, Guardian would have to use his battle-code and adapt quickly to this growing fire-fight.
“Get the children, Guardian. Fight your way down to them and then bring them back to the surface. I will return for you.”
Guardian rose, and immediately his body was pummeled by blaster fire from three directions. Calmly, he turned to each source and fired repeatedly until each T'kaan was dead.
He made his way to the stairwell. His internal diagnostics began to perform what repairs it could on the fly, primarily upon his shield. Popping out the empty power clip, Guardian replaced it with his only spare. As he reached the door to the stairwell, he carefully leaned outward so as to view down the dark chasm with his night-vision enabled eyes.
Blaster fire erupted and chewed the wall beside his head as he pulled back quickly. Stoically, he waited for Fixer5 and the extra weapons. As he did, his sensors perceived the sound of MotherShip's retreating engines. He realized with a quick sensor reading that Fixer5 had not yet left the ship.
Guardian was in a dilemma, he could not advance without more charges for his weapon. He could not complete Mother's last order to rescue the children. The robot stood his ground as his sensors watched the T'kaan warriors crawling toward him from the darkness.
They attacked and the robot returned fire.
Below, unaware of the fighting above them because of the T'kaan dampening field now encircling them, Kyle entered a large room and suddenly stumbled over some strewn debris and fell, stopping his fall by putting both his hands down as he reached the floor. But in doing this, he dropped his light.
He cursed his fall and felt around for the now extinguished light. Idiot light , Kyle thought. It should've stayed on. Something must've knocked its
Seven seconds after the attack began, Mother destroyed the gun and its T'kaan crew with her first blow.
“Guardian, this is a prearranged scenario the T'kaan have led us into.” Mother's calm electronic voice did not betray that her processors were now operating near maximum capacity—calculating every possibility of the T'kaan's next move.
Mother tried a message via Guardian's transmitter to warn the children, but they did not answer. Guardian's sensors noticed a movement from the darkness, from a sensor hole he now discovered from his previous scan of the huge unlit room. A strange clicking noise became audible. Huge, wallowing forms suddenly drew upwards from underneath flexible covering thrown off by tentacle arms.
Guardian aimed his assault blaster and fired at the first target.
“Fixer5,” Mother said to the tiny robot still inside her hull. “Gather more weapons and extra charges from the weapon's locker. You will need to take them to Guardian. He and the children will need them in order to escape.”
The diminutive worker robot rolled forward on its four legs with swift electronic obedience.
Alarms suddenly shouted, vying for Mother's attention as she focused on the growing numbers of T'kaan warriors that were appearing inside the complex from their sensor cloak.
They had been hidden by some kind of material that dampened, or evaded our sensors , Mother thought. I must not under-estimate these enemies ever again. I must pay attention to the minutest detail.
The screaming alarms, put onto background mode, suddenly leapt into her primary memories, into her Priority One processing queue.
“Guardian, three T'kaan frigates have finished a jump from hyperspace. Twelve fighters have been launched. I must engage them now,” Mother said simply. “I will return as soon as I can.”
Guardian had quickly dispatched four of the T'kaan with his assault blaster, but his personal shield that Mother had recently added to his systems was already down to half-power. His weapon would soon need a new charge as well. But now Mother would not be there to assist him. Alone, Guardian would have to use his battle-code and adapt quickly to this growing fire-fight.
“Get the children, Guardian. Fight your way down to them and then bring them back to the surface. I will return for you.”
Guardian rose, and immediately his body was pummeled by blaster fire from three directions. Calmly, he turned to each source and fired repeatedly until each T'kaan was dead.
He made his way to the stairwell. His internal diagnostics began to perform what repairs it could on the fly, primarily upon his shield. Popping out the empty power clip, Guardian replaced it with his only spare. As he reached the door to the stairwell, he carefully leaned outward so as to view down the dark chasm with his night-vision enabled eyes.
Blaster fire erupted and chewed the wall beside his head as he pulled back quickly. Stoically, he waited for Fixer5 and the extra weapons. As he did, his sensors perceived the sound of MotherShip's retreating engines. He realized with a quick sensor reading that Fixer5 had not yet left the ship.
Guardian was in a dilemma, he could not advance without more charges for his weapon. He could not complete Mother's last order to rescue the children. The robot stood his ground as his sensors watched the T'kaan warriors crawling toward him from the darkness.
They attacked and the robot returned fire.
Below, unaware of the fighting above them because of the T'kaan dampening field now encircling them, Kyle entered a large room and suddenly stumbled over some strewn debris and fell, stopping his fall by putting both his hands down as he reached the floor. But in doing this, he dropped his light.
He cursed his fall and felt around for the now extinguished light. Idiot light , Kyle thought. It should've stayed on. Something must've knocked its
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