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pulled her head back fast before doing it again and taking a longer look. "It's over 2 meters wide the whole way up. I saw two of those open sphincter hatches. Looks like it extends two levels above this one. I'm going to fly past the first to recon and then, I'll hold the tube and cover you three as you ascend and enter that compartment."
Mickey didn't wait for anyone to argue. She pointed her gun up the tube, stepped under it, bent her knees, aimed with her eyes, and jumped. Ram watched her ascend and fire the H&V just once into the hole in the bulkhead as she passed it. "One more down," she said inside Ram's helmet. "Get in there! I've got you covered."
This time, Ram went before Dana. His jump up the tube put him across from the open hatch, and just inside it he saw the one Mickey shot. It was on the deck wearing an unarmored alien exosuit. Mickey's laser had drilled it dead center through the helmet it wore over what it had for a head. The fog venting out spread across the floor so Ram waded knee-deep in pale blue clouds.
Shapes Ram had never imagined protruded from the walls and consoles set in them. If these were controls, he couldn't fathom their logic, but in the middle of the compartment stood stubby mushroom-shaped tanks of some kind. That's what they looked like. They were only a meter high. The rest of the compartment looked empty from the tube, but when Ram jumped up high over the alien's body to get a better view from on top of a console, he saw around the tanks in the middle of the room. That's where they hid, curled and half coiled up, making themselves small.
No matter how alien they were, Ram felt the presence behind their cycloptic visors as they stared back. He felt their alien gaze looking back at him as clearly as if he'd been staring down a human. They watched him as he clung to alien control panels and conduits set high on the bulkhead. "There's two of them in here with me! Get in here!" The closer one uncoiled and sprung at Ram with all its rubber hose arms extended and something like a stubby, glowing knife held in the small appendages set at the terminus of one of its 'arms'. From the way the tip flickered and sparked, he knew it was some kind of plasma-based cutting tool.
With one hand, Ram grabbed for the alien limb that held the blade. Its appendages wrapped around his arm and then his legs. He stabbed at the body part of it and he didn't breach the alien exosuit, but he must have hurt it, because it threw him against the bulkhead. Then it was on him again, and Ram couldn't find the blade, because of three-fingered 'hands' all over his helmet, tugging and bending the release latches, trying to figure out how to open the suit so the human inside it would die.
Dana stuck it in the side. She didn't pierce the suit either, but it let go of him. Biko got his whole body behind the point of his blade and when he thrust forward hard with that pig-sticker, he caught the ET against the bulkhead. It bent over him like it was trying to wrap around him. After the impact, Biko pulled the weapon out and stabbed again into the cloud of fog venting out the new hole in the alien's suit. All of its impossibly thin limbs flailed as the gas jetted out. It went slack once, then came back until he stabbed it twice more. Then, it stayed crumpled in a gangly pile where he threw it.
The other one was frozen there by the stubby tank. In the low-gees, its boneless arms seemed to drift like they were waving in an underwater current. Ram didn't know if it felt fear, but those grotesquely fingered, palmless 'hands' seemed to reach out to him. If a human had made the same gesture, then it would have been begging. Ram was sure of it, but Dana didn't see it like that or if she did, she didn't care. Dana Sellis had picked up the weapon or tool the dead ET had dropped and she was already in motion.
She advanced without hesitation, slashing at all the skinny, waving, rubber hose arms that came up to protect its grotesque
Mickey didn't wait for anyone to argue. She pointed her gun up the tube, stepped under it, bent her knees, aimed with her eyes, and jumped. Ram watched her ascend and fire the H&V just once into the hole in the bulkhead as she passed it. "One more down," she said inside Ram's helmet. "Get in there! I've got you covered."
This time, Ram went before Dana. His jump up the tube put him across from the open hatch, and just inside it he saw the one Mickey shot. It was on the deck wearing an unarmored alien exosuit. Mickey's laser had drilled it dead center through the helmet it wore over what it had for a head. The fog venting out spread across the floor so Ram waded knee-deep in pale blue clouds.
Shapes Ram had never imagined protruded from the walls and consoles set in them. If these were controls, he couldn't fathom their logic, but in the middle of the compartment stood stubby mushroom-shaped tanks of some kind. That's what they looked like. They were only a meter high. The rest of the compartment looked empty from the tube, but when Ram jumped up high over the alien's body to get a better view from on top of a console, he saw around the tanks in the middle of the room. That's where they hid, curled and half coiled up, making themselves small.
No matter how alien they were, Ram felt the presence behind their cycloptic visors as they stared back. He felt their alien gaze looking back at him as clearly as if he'd been staring down a human. They watched him as he clung to alien control panels and conduits set high on the bulkhead. "There's two of them in here with me! Get in here!" The closer one uncoiled and sprung at Ram with all its rubber hose arms extended and something like a stubby, glowing knife held in the small appendages set at the terminus of one of its 'arms'. From the way the tip flickered and sparked, he knew it was some kind of plasma-based cutting tool.
With one hand, Ram grabbed for the alien limb that held the blade. Its appendages wrapped around his arm and then his legs. He stabbed at the body part of it and he didn't breach the alien exosuit, but he must have hurt it, because it threw him against the bulkhead. Then it was on him again, and Ram couldn't find the blade, because of three-fingered 'hands' all over his helmet, tugging and bending the release latches, trying to figure out how to open the suit so the human inside it would die.
Dana stuck it in the side. She didn't pierce the suit either, but it let go of him. Biko got his whole body behind the point of his blade and when he thrust forward hard with that pig-sticker, he caught the ET against the bulkhead. It bent over him like it was trying to wrap around him. After the impact, Biko pulled the weapon out and stabbed again into the cloud of fog venting out the new hole in the alien's suit. All of its impossibly thin limbs flailed as the gas jetted out. It went slack once, then came back until he stabbed it twice more. Then, it stayed crumpled in a gangly pile where he threw it.
The other one was frozen there by the stubby tank. In the low-gees, its boneless arms seemed to drift like they were waving in an underwater current. Ram didn't know if it felt fear, but those grotesquely fingered, palmless 'hands' seemed to reach out to him. If a human had made the same gesture, then it would have been begging. Ram was sure of it, but Dana didn't see it like that or if she did, she didn't care. Dana Sellis had picked up the weapon or tool the dead ET had dropped and she was already in motion.
She advanced without hesitation, slashing at all the skinny, waving, rubber hose arms that came up to protect its grotesque
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