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Authors: Mason Elliott
Tags: Science-Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Space Opera, Military, Science Fiction & Fantasy, alien invasion, first contact, Galactic Empire, Space Marine, Colonization
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Naero made sure to paint the transport as a captured vehicle with friendlies on board, not to be shot down or destroyed. She sent a relay alert to her mates and HQ, to make certain that nobody fired upon the prisoners as they fled.
After the attack began, and the transport left the ship, Shetanna turned back and went after the Ejjai troops still on board the cloneship, and the troops protecting it outside.
Once again, with her unit shielding shimmering around her, Shetanna quietly walked out to face them.
At first they just stared at her in shock and disbelief.
Shetanna yawned and calmly, casually stretched, as they rose groggily to their feet.
One of the alphas snarled at Naero and pointed, looking around. “See if it’s a holo. The spacks get us to shoot at holos, a lot. What is this, spack? Some kind of trick?”
An Ejjai actually tried to come close and poke her.
Shetanna shoved a blazing blade through the invader’s eyes. “No, tricks, filth. It’s the real me. Get your strength back. Stop shitting and pissing yourselves. Take your time. Lift your weapons. Let me know when you are ready.”
Shetanna smiled and narrowed her eyes. “Let me know when you all are ready to die.”
The enemy blinked at her as if she or they were all insane.
Weapons came up.
“You aren’t getting out of here alive, spack.”
Naero flexed her neck casually. “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, stray blasts deflecting off her shields.
The Ejjai simply did not know what to make of this, apparently forgetting about the battle rapidly sweeping toward them all.
But they still tried to encircle her.
“Why aren’t you scared, spack? You should be trying to escape.”
Shetanna laughed and grinned at them, pulling up her Mystic battle mask. “I could say the same thing to you, bitches.”
“Are you crazy? Can’t you see how many of us there are? All of the firepower we have?”
“Yeah,” Naero said calmly. “I guess I only wanted a light work out today. Thanks anyway for trying.” She sighed and lifted her swords. “I guess your dumb asses will just have to do!”
Sonic attacks and telekinetic mind blasts drove the foremost attackers crunching into supports and the hull when they rushed in on her.
Enemy weapons barked and cut loose.
Naero unleashed an expanding wave of Chaos energy attacks and techniques that cut the attackers in half within seconds.
A spray of Chaos energy spikes and rods shot out from several directions and drilled many others full of lethal, burning holes.
Then they exploded, shredding the invaders where they stood.
Shetanna ripped into the last foes like a flaming wheel of blazing swords and flashing, crushing kicks.
When Naero rejoined her unit, everyone was in a somber mood.
They had endured one casualty. A gigantic carnasaur slipped in during the battle and snapped its huge jaws on Sender Konrad of Squad 2, Fireteam 2. It chewed him and his armor up and swallowed him whole, before his mates could track the damn thing down and kill it. They had to blow the carcass open with charges to retrieve Sender’s remains, which they put into a standard casualty bag.
Marines took care of their own dead whenever and wherever possible.
With the mission complete, 36 returned to their dropship and went back into orbit that night, attached to the strike cruiser, The Black Bulldog .
Staff Sergeant Owen Valmont led Squad 2 and the rest of 36 as they solemnly carried and escorted Sender Konrad to the ship’s mortuary, where the honored dead were prepared for burial on the third day, after their wake. At times, if there were many casualties, the wakes would be held, but the dead would be kept frozen, and launched into the nearest star when the mission was over.
The Marines marched slow. Valmont’s voice rang out. “Let the call go out into the Beyond. For a Spacer Marine goes forth upon the next journey. Let him be welcomed and embraced, by all of his blood, and his mighty brothers and sisters who
Naero made sure to paint the transport as a captured vehicle with friendlies on board, not to be shot down or destroyed. She sent a relay alert to her mates and HQ, to make certain that nobody fired upon the prisoners as they fled.
After the attack began, and the transport left the ship, Shetanna turned back and went after the Ejjai troops still on board the cloneship, and the troops protecting it outside.
Once again, with her unit shielding shimmering around her, Shetanna quietly walked out to face them.
At first they just stared at her in shock and disbelief.
Shetanna yawned and calmly, casually stretched, as they rose groggily to their feet.
One of the alphas snarled at Naero and pointed, looking around. “See if it’s a holo. The spacks get us to shoot at holos, a lot. What is this, spack? Some kind of trick?”
An Ejjai actually tried to come close and poke her.
Shetanna shoved a blazing blade through the invader’s eyes. “No, tricks, filth. It’s the real me. Get your strength back. Stop shitting and pissing yourselves. Take your time. Lift your weapons. Let me know when you are ready.”
Shetanna smiled and narrowed her eyes. “Let me know when you all are ready to die.”
The enemy blinked at her as if she or they were all insane.
Weapons came up.
“You aren’t getting out of here alive, spack.”
Naero flexed her neck casually. “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, stray blasts deflecting off her shields.
The Ejjai simply did not know what to make of this, apparently forgetting about the battle rapidly sweeping toward them all.
But they still tried to encircle her.
“Why aren’t you scared, spack? You should be trying to escape.”
Shetanna laughed and grinned at them, pulling up her Mystic battle mask. “I could say the same thing to you, bitches.”
“Are you crazy? Can’t you see how many of us there are? All of the firepower we have?”
“Yeah,” Naero said calmly. “I guess I only wanted a light work out today. Thanks anyway for trying.” She sighed and lifted her swords. “I guess your dumb asses will just have to do!”
Sonic attacks and telekinetic mind blasts drove the foremost attackers crunching into supports and the hull when they rushed in on her.
Enemy weapons barked and cut loose.
Naero unleashed an expanding wave of Chaos energy attacks and techniques that cut the attackers in half within seconds.
A spray of Chaos energy spikes and rods shot out from several directions and drilled many others full of lethal, burning holes.
Then they exploded, shredding the invaders where they stood.
Shetanna ripped into the last foes like a flaming wheel of blazing swords and flashing, crushing kicks.
When Naero rejoined her unit, everyone was in a somber mood.
They had endured one casualty. A gigantic carnasaur slipped in during the battle and snapped its huge jaws on Sender Konrad of Squad 2, Fireteam 2. It chewed him and his armor up and swallowed him whole, before his mates could track the damn thing down and kill it. They had to blow the carcass open with charges to retrieve Sender’s remains, which they put into a standard casualty bag.
Marines took care of their own dead whenever and wherever possible.
With the mission complete, 36 returned to their dropship and went back into orbit that night, attached to the strike cruiser, The Black Bulldog .
Staff Sergeant Owen Valmont led Squad 2 and the rest of 36 as they solemnly carried and escorted Sender Konrad to the ship’s mortuary, where the honored dead were prepared for burial on the third day, after their wake. At times, if there were many casualties, the wakes would be held, but the dead would be kept frozen, and launched into the nearest star when the mission was over.
The Marines marched slow. Valmont’s voice rang out. “Let the call go out into the Beyond. For a Spacer Marine goes forth upon the next journey. Let him be welcomed and embraced, by all of his blood, and his mighty brothers and sisters who
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