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of course. She was leading her platoon into an ambush to teach them a “lesson”.
“McGill leads,” Harris said. “Fire when ready, weaponeer.”
I couldn’t get a clear shot. The hapless recruits were all over, bunching up, not even keeping their distance from one another. I watched as they jostled one another, laughing. I had to admit these pups needed a little training. I felt sure they were going to get it before this was over.
“McGill?” Harris said a second later. “Fire, man!”
It was like threading a needle with a fire hose. I nudged my weapon right, then left. Damn, that Adjunct was a skinny little thing. It was almost as if she knew what was coming.
Finally , I got my clear shot, and I took it instantly. A gush of brilliant energy leapt across the short distance between our converging lines. It lanced between several startled recruits and caught the Adjunct full in the upper body. Her head was completely gone, and most of her narrow shoulders were burned away with it.
My dad used to talk about how chickens ran around the yard after you cut their heads off. That didn’t happen in this case. The Adjunct flopped down stone dead. But the rest of her platoon certainly did remind me of frightened fowl as they scrambled for cover screaming and shouting to one another.
All around me, my dastardly comrades sighted, but held their fire, waiting for the order. We had heavy armor, experience, and surprise on our side. But there were only six of us against thirty.
“What kind of a chicken-shit shot was that?” Harris demanded. “Take out that front line before they disperse!”
I set my plasma cannon aside and released the heating coil, letting it drop out onto the camouflaged deck , steaming. It sizzled there and sent up a tendril of gray smoke.
“Weaponeer reporting weapon failure,” I said calmly. “Repeat, weaponeer McGill reporting—”
“Damn you, McGill!” Harris roared. “You think you’re funny? The rest of you fire at will! Tear them up!”
A hail of fire erupted from both sides almost simultaneously. The recruits had gotten over their stunned status and were back in the fight. Their commander was down, but they were past their initial shock and they responded by getting low and crawling toward us.
The metallic trees around us were splattered with countless rounds. I returned fire with my secondary weapon taking out two before I was hit multiple times and forced to retreat. I don’t like to die any more than the next guy. Really, I don’t.
My heavily armored team was pushed back. We couldn’t be taken out with a single snap-rifle pellet but there were thousands rattling against the skin of our suits now. If they hammered one spot several times in a row, they could penetrate and kill even a heavy.
We retreated until our backs were against the far wall. Three heavies were down by that time including Carlos. I was breathing hard.
T his wasn’t looking good. We’d taken down at least half the recruits, but the rest had blood in their eyes. They were angry, semi-organized, and pushing hard.
A massive clang sounded and I thought I’d bought the farm. But it was only Harris smashing his gauntlet onto the top of my helmet.
“I should shoot you myself!” he roared.
“We have to pull out to the north wall, Vet!” I said. “There’s a pile of rocks to hide in over there.”
Harris had a crazy look in his eye. “I’m going to do it,” he said, putting his gun to my head. “I’m going to finish you off.”
“Your odds of survival will be much better if we cover each other’s retreat to those rocks, Veteran.”
Harris roared in frustration, and he ran for the rocks. I covered his retreat by lancing a recruit who’d crawled too close with a hot poke from my suit blades. Then I fell back while Harris’s gun beamed down my pursuers.
In the end, we reached the rockpile, holed-up, and let the enemy patrol pass to victory.
For the first time in Legion Varus history, the
“McGill leads,” Harris said. “Fire when ready, weaponeer.”
I couldn’t get a clear shot. The hapless recruits were all over, bunching up, not even keeping their distance from one another. I watched as they jostled one another, laughing. I had to admit these pups needed a little training. I felt sure they were going to get it before this was over.
“McGill?” Harris said a second later. “Fire, man!”
It was like threading a needle with a fire hose. I nudged my weapon right, then left. Damn, that Adjunct was a skinny little thing. It was almost as if she knew what was coming.
Finally , I got my clear shot, and I took it instantly. A gush of brilliant energy leapt across the short distance between our converging lines. It lanced between several startled recruits and caught the Adjunct full in the upper body. Her head was completely gone, and most of her narrow shoulders were burned away with it.
My dad used to talk about how chickens ran around the yard after you cut their heads off. That didn’t happen in this case. The Adjunct flopped down stone dead. But the rest of her platoon certainly did remind me of frightened fowl as they scrambled for cover screaming and shouting to one another.
All around me, my dastardly comrades sighted, but held their fire, waiting for the order. We had heavy armor, experience, and surprise on our side. But there were only six of us against thirty.
“What kind of a chicken-shit shot was that?” Harris demanded. “Take out that front line before they disperse!”
I set my plasma cannon aside and released the heating coil, letting it drop out onto the camouflaged deck , steaming. It sizzled there and sent up a tendril of gray smoke.
“Weaponeer reporting weapon failure,” I said calmly. “Repeat, weaponeer McGill reporting—”
“Damn you, McGill!” Harris roared. “You think you’re funny? The rest of you fire at will! Tear them up!”
A hail of fire erupted from both sides almost simultaneously. The recruits had gotten over their stunned status and were back in the fight. Their commander was down, but they were past their initial shock and they responded by getting low and crawling toward us.
The metallic trees around us were splattered with countless rounds. I returned fire with my secondary weapon taking out two before I was hit multiple times and forced to retreat. I don’t like to die any more than the next guy. Really, I don’t.
My heavily armored team was pushed back. We couldn’t be taken out with a single snap-rifle pellet but there were thousands rattling against the skin of our suits now. If they hammered one spot several times in a row, they could penetrate and kill even a heavy.
We retreated until our backs were against the far wall. Three heavies were down by that time including Carlos. I was breathing hard.
T his wasn’t looking good. We’d taken down at least half the recruits, but the rest had blood in their eyes. They were angry, semi-organized, and pushing hard.
A massive clang sounded and I thought I’d bought the farm. But it was only Harris smashing his gauntlet onto the top of my helmet.
“I should shoot you myself!” he roared.
“We have to pull out to the north wall, Vet!” I said. “There’s a pile of rocks to hide in over there.”
Harris had a crazy look in his eye. “I’m going to do it,” he said, putting his gun to my head. “I’m going to finish you off.”
“Your odds of survival will be much better if we cover each other’s retreat to those rocks, Veteran.”
Harris roared in frustration, and he ran for the rocks. I covered his retreat by lancing a recruit who’d crawled too close with a hot poke from my suit blades. Then I fell back while Harris’s gun beamed down my pursuers.
In the end, we reached the rockpile, holed-up, and let the enemy patrol pass to victory.
For the first time in Legion Varus history, the
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