Void Wraith (The Void Wraith Trilogy Book 2)

by Chris Fox

  By the time she reached the boarding tube, two teams had already moved inside. They were a ragtag mix, their armor just as mismatched. The only similarity was the weapon they carried. Each bore one the of the plasma rifles Nolan had given to Fizgig upon her departure.

  "Khar?" she asked, purring loudly.

  "Yes, Mighty Fizgig," Khar said, stepping forward. "I took the liberty of selecting the best fighters, and outfitting them with Void Wraith technology."

  "Well done, Khar," Fizgig said, dropping from the boarding tube to the deck of Mow's ship.

  The waiting Tigris scanned the corridor, but there was no obvious threat. Fizgig narrowed her eyes, considering. Why hadn't Mow opposed them? It made no sense to give up such a potent tactical advantage.

  "Mighty Fizgig," Izzy called, her voice coming from above. She dropped soundlessly to the deck next to Fizgig. "The oxygen is lower than it should be. Take a deep breath.

  Fizgig did so, and realized immediately what Izzy meant. Her breathing began to quicken. "This isn't impact depressurization. They're pumping the air out of this part of the ship. Move. Move now."

  She harvested a fresh crop of rage from deep within her belly. Mow was trying to murder them, rather than fight. There could be no more shameless act for a Tigris. This was cowardice, pure and simple.

  So Fizgig ran. She knew the layout of Peregrine-class vessels better than any officer living, because she'd served on them for four decades. She pounded across the deck, skidding around a corner and up the next corridor. There was still no opposition, and the longer she ran the more light-headed she became.

  Her crew followed, a dozen warriors panting after her. Khar was in the lead, then Izzy. A ten foot gap opened after them, with her new crew struggling to close it. Fizgig finally slid to a halt when she reached a closed bulkhead. This was where Mow had drawn the line.

  "Oxygen," Fizgig gasped, "is on the other side of that door. Get the right side, Khar."

  She rested her free paw against the wall next to the door, then flicked her wrist. A crackling blue plasma blade appeared, and Fizgig drove it into the door where it met the deck. Khar realized instantly what she wanted, and started doing the same.

  Spots danced across her vision as Fizgig slowly dragged the blade upward. It cut a glowing red arc up the metal, moving inexorably toward the similar arc Khar was carving. Behind her, Fizgig could hear her troops gasping. Most had sagged against the walls, struggling to stay on their feet.

  She pulled harder, driving the plasma blade the last six inches. Khar's blade joined their work into an arch, and Fizgig planted her shoulder against the door. She lacked the breath to explain her plan, but fortunately Khar knew what to do. He planted his shoulder next to hers, and they began to push. Nothing. Fizgig tried again, straining against the metal. It was too heavy, and she couldn't think clearly.

  Then Izzy was next to her. Then a Tigris she didn't recognize. Then another. Together, they heaved as one. The door slid an inch, two inches. They strained harder, pushing the door into the corridor beyond. There was a sharp pop that made her ears ache, but the pain was welcome. Fizgig drank deep lungfuls as the pressure equalized. They'd done it. Now all they had to do was find Mow.

  Chapter 60- Abject Lesson

  Chu watched helplessly as another vessel departed, joining the small fleet heading toward Dryker. Less than a third were going, but how long would it be before more decided to join them? No, he needed to stop this. Now.

  "Fleetwide," Chu ordered. The new lieutenant, he'd already forgotten her name, nodded when the connection was ready. "All captains, this is Admiral Chu. You are to treat departing vessels as hostile. They are now traitors to the UFC. Eliminate any ship that departs our battlegroup."

  Chu settled back into his chair, clutching at his tailbone with both hands. He gritted his teeth against the pain, but it didn't subside. It hadn't. Not for the last several minutes. If anything, it was getting worse.

  "Sir, several more vessels have broken off," the tech said.

  "On screen," Chu ordered through gritted teeth.

  The screen showed four more vessels departing the main battlegroup to join Dryker. The rest of the vessels just let them go, without firing a shot. They were disobeying a direct order. Many of those captains bore a chip, and should have known better.

  "I'll just have to remind them of their duty," Chu said, smiling cruelly as he fished the black box from his pocket. It was a master transmitter, linked to hundreds of chips throughout the fleet. Chu considered singling out the captains who were defying him, but decided a more universal lesson was necessary.

  He'd remind them all. Chu selected the maximum pain setting, then pressed the tiny red button. He held it in place for a full ten seconds, knowing that every affected soldier was now writhing in agony.

  Or they should have been. Chu's officers were chipped, yet beyond a brief flinch not a single one reacted. They stood there, continuing their work as if nothing were happening. Chu stared uncomprehendingly down at the transmitter. Why wasn't it working?

  It was impossible for those with implants to suppress the pain. The only reason they'd be on their feet was if the chips weren't getting the signal. For that to happen...

  "Someone is jamming the signal," Chu breathed, the realization drowning out the growing pain. He straightened painfully, darting the lieutenant a panicked look. "Withdraw from the fleet. Immediately. Get us to the Helios Gate!"

  Chapter 61- Gotcha

  Nolan watched the battle unfold, aching to intervene. Keeping the harvester cloaked was the single most difficult combat decision he'd ever made. Yet it was the right decision. He needed to be free to act when Chu slipped up, because if they could stop Chu, they freed dozens of captains.

  "Captain," Ship said. The sudden voice caused Nolan to jump. He was wound tightly. They all were. "I've just intercepted a signal to the chip. That signal has been neutralized. I've marked the vessel where the signal originated with a white diamond."

  Nolan scanned the holomap until he spotted the new icon.

  "That's it," Nolan said. "Ship, move to engage. Hannan, as soon as we grapple, this is your show."

  Hannan nodded, rising from where she'd been resting against the wall. "We're ready to go whenever. Edwards will guard the boarding tube while the rest of us make the push for the bridge. All three Judicators are standing by."

  "Still feels a bit like suicide," Annie said, giving her plasma blade an experimental wave, then flicking it off. She reached into the pocket of her overalls, shoving a small handful of chew into the corner of her mouth. "At least we've got some damned cool toys."

  Nolan ignored them, focusing on the tactical holomap. The ship with the white diamond was breaking away from the mass of orange squares, moving steadily toward the sun. It was at full burn, pushing hard to get away from the battle. Nolan considered that. Why would Chu suddenly break and run? He'd already been in a tactically unwinnable scenario. What had spooked him?

  "He knows the chips are disabled," Nolan finally said aloud. "Hannan, I realize this won't change much, but they know we're coming. I'd expect heavy resistance."

  "Noted, sir," Hannan said. She withdrew an energy bar and tore the wrapper, then started chewing. "I'm very concerned. This is my concerned face." Her expression was deadpan.

  Nolan laughed. Annie joined in. Even Delta smiled. It felt good, though it was short-lived. It trailed off into smiles, and Nolan focused on the holomap once more.

  "Ship, how long until intercept?" Nolan asked.

  "While under cloak, our maximum speed is reduced. We won't reach the target for three minutes and seventeen seconds," Ship explained. "If we remove our cloak, that will shorten to one minute and forty-two seconds."

  "Keep the cloak up," Nolan said, hefting his plasma rifle. "Inform us when we're about to grapple Chu's vessel."

  Nolan nodded at Hannan, who turned and walked briskly down the gleaming corridor. They threaded through the ship, working their way down the wing until
they were near the tip. Their last three Judicators were already there, each standing at perfect attention. They'd formed a line near the thick blue door leading to the boarding tube.

  "I know we all know what to do, but I'm going to run through it one more time, as a sanity check," Nolan said. "Hannan will take point. We'll make our way to the bridge, trying to avoid any resistance while we do. No shots fired, unless we have no other choice. Once we reach the bridge, we'll locate Chu and neutralize him. Ideally we take him alive, but if we can't that's fine."

  "You left out the part about escaping," Annie said, spitting a gob of black into the corner. "How are we getting out, with or without Chu?"

  "That part you aren't going to much like," Nolan said, glancing at Delta. The big black man lurked near the Judicators, watching. "When we take Chu, we need to take his transmitter. Chu is a paranoid bastard, and I'm betting most or even all of his crew are chipped."

  "So you're going to do the same thing Chu did to break them?" Delta asked. His tone was neutral, but Nolan didn't think it was accidental that Delta's hand dropped to his plasma pistol.

  "Only if we have to. There's every chance his crew will defect once they see Chu go down, but if they don't I'll use the chips, yes," Nolan said. His mouth firmed to a tight line. "I need to know you can handle that, Delta. If it's our lives, I'll do what I have to do. There's more than just us riding on the line here. Either we win, or they do. If they win, a whole lot more people are going to be chipped. Or worse. If I need to get my hands a little dirty to stop that, I'm doing it."

  "Fine," Delta snarled, turning to face the blue metal door. Nolan felt Hannan relax behind him. She'd coiled like a spring, no doubt ready to take Delta down if he'd proven to be a threat. Nolan was glad it hadn't come to that.

  "Captain, impact in seven seconds," Ship said, cheerfully.

  Nolan braced himself against the wall, and the others did the same. There was a shudder as they impacted, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he'd been expecting. The Judicators didn't brace themselves at all, rolling with the vibration like sailors at sea.

  The door slid up, revealing the inside of Chu's flagship. The clean corridors reminded Nolan of a higher-tech version of the UFC Johnston, which stoked his anger. Her death could be laid at Chu's feet.

  "All right, Hannan," Nolan said, turning to face the shorter Marine. "This is your show."

  Chapter 62- Wrath of the Prideless

  Fizgig panted as she faced the war horde behind her. A dozen Tigris warriors in mismatched armor, each holding one of the most devastating weapons in the galaxy. Mow had the advantage of training, but she had firepower.

  "Ready yourselves for battle," Fizgig growled, loudly enough to be heard by those close to her, but not a full shout. No need to advertise themselves to Mow's warriors. Not just yet, anyway. "Beyond this point, we will be assaulted by the best Leonis has to offer. These Tigris are battle-hardened, and they will die before surrendering. Cut them down. Show no mercy."

  Then Fizgig gave the door one finally heave. It toppled inward, clattering to the deck with a boom that echoed through the ship. Beyond it, as expected, crouched several Tigris warriors. They wore black armor, and each carried a polished black shotgun.

  Even as they began raising their weapons, Fizgig was firing. She let off two bursts of plasma, each catching one of the waiting Tigris in the chests. They toppled to the deck screaming, their armor turning molten from the shots. They struggled to remove it, but the armor had melted too much to allow them to release it. It was a horrible way to die.

  Before Fizgig could fire again, Khar was pushing up the corridor, firing repeatedly. Two more enemy Tigris dropped, but several others took aim and fired. Khar staggered back, his armor catching the worst of the shots. One caught him on his unprotected forearm, and he gave a roar of pained rage. He charged forward, igniting his plasma blade as he came down on the Tigris who'd shot him.

  The shorter female brought up her rifle to block, but Khar's weapon sliced through the metal. His humming blade continued, slicing through the flesh where her neck and shoulder met. She collapsed to the deck in a spray of blood that drenched Khar.

  Two more Tigris shot Khar, and he fell to the deck. Fizgig began moving to intercept, but Izzy was already there. The snowy white Tigris darted forward, a plasma pistol in each hand. She let off a flurry of shots, dropping the two Tigris seeking to pounce on Khar.

  The battle dissolved into chaos, as Tigris on both sides closed to melee. Screams and roars sounded all around Fizgig as she glided into combat. She gave in to her feral instincts, cutting down foes as quickly as they appeared. She had no idea how much time had passed by the time the battle haze faded.

  Fizgig looked around, panting heavily. Several of her new crew were down, but most were still up. Over a dozen enemy bodies littered the deck around them. Now it was time to advertise their presence, to let their enemies know that death approached.

  "Look!" Fizgig roared, pointing at the corpses littering the corridor. "They are the best Leonis have to offer. They carry the honor of the pride. Yet you, prideless a day ago, have slaughtered them on their own vessel. We. Are. Mighty."

  The warriors around her took up the cry, howling their fury until it echoed down the corridor, and through the rest of the ship. Fizgig let it go on for long seconds, long enough that every last Leonis would hear. Then she raised a fist. Silence took longer than it should have, but it came after a few moments.

  "We make for the bridge," Fizgig said, turning to face her people. "It is time to end this."

  Chapter 63- I Don't Think So

  "Listen up," Hannan snapped, in her best drill sergeant voice. Annie, Delta, the captain, and even the Judicators snapped to attention. "Keep five feet between you and the next person. Move quickly and quietly. No speaking unless we're about to be attacked. Any questions?"

  "Nah, but since I can't go make sure you bring me a souvenir," Edwards said, waving with his remaining arm. He'd taken up a defensive position, and Hannan felt a little bad for anyone that stepped into his firing arc.

  Everyone else shook their heads, so Hannan strode into the docking tube. She pressed the button on the top of her belt buckle, wincing as the itchy feeling settled over her skin. Moving at a fast walk, she hurried up the corridor and away from the entry point.

  Since their vessel had been cloaked when they'd attacked, the enemy soldiers would have been caught off guard. They'd have no way of knowing where the breach point was, and it would take a squad of Marines at least two more minutes to locate it. By then, she wanted to be far away from here.

  Hannan hugged the aft corridor, circling along the outside of the ship. It wasn't the fastest way to the bridge, but it was also a whole lot less predictable. Hopefully, Chu's Marines wouldn't even know they'd been boarded until Hannan's squad burst onto the bridge.

  They made their way slowly, eventually reaching a lift. Hannan paused beside it, looking down one side of the corridor, then the other. She moved over to the shimmer she was sure belonged to the captain, then breathed softly in his direction. "If we take the lift to level A, they may see it coming."

  "Do it," the captain whispered back. "Speed matters as much as stealth."

  Hannan tapped the button next to the lift, filing inside when the doors opened. Other shimmering figures pressed in behind her, and she frowned as the doors slid shut. The cloaks were potent, but in an enclosed area like this they wouldn't matter. This was basically a kill box, and when the doors opened it was quite possible Chu would have soldiers waiting.

  "Switch your stealth field to shield," Hannan ordered, turning a dial atop her belt buckle. She shimmered back into view, and the others did the same. "Captain, Annie, take a knee. Delta and I will fire over you."

  Everyone took their positions, two ranks ready to fire the instant the door opened. They waited tensely, and Hannan realized she was holding her breath. She forced herself to breathe normally, resting her index finger on the plasma rifle's trigger guard as
she waited for the doors to open.

  Ding.

  The doors slid open, and a thunder of automatic weapons fire began. Bullets filled the tiny elevator, and Hannan was knocked back a step from impacts. She recovered quickly, firing wild bursts of plasma into the mass of UFC soldiers standing about twenty feet back from the elevator. Fortunately, they hadn't had time to erect any sort of cover. Hannan wasn't sure it would have mattered, given how lethal the plasma fire could be.

  Her first shot caught a man in the leg, spilling him to the deck with a screech of agony. She fired again, conscious of the others doing the same. Their shields protected them from the slug-throwing weapons, providing an unfair advantage. They were gunning down opponents quickly, and Hannan couldn't help but feel like it was a little too easy.

  "Grenade!" the captain roared, rolling out of the elevator. Annie scrambled out as well, and Delta vaulted over them.

  Hannan was right behind them, but moved a second too slowly. The black, fist-sized grenade detonated, hurling her into the air. The concussive force carried her into the waiting soldiers, and her wild flight knocked two of them prone. Thankfully, her shield protected her from the worst of the blast. The landing knocked the wind from her, but she was still mobile.

  Hannan flipped to her stomach, then pulled herself into a crouch. Most of the remaining soldiers were trying to deal with the captain, who gunned them down as quickly as he could take aim. A few turned toward her, just in time for her to raise her plasma rifle and start firing. Tap, tap, tap. Three more soldiers dropped.

  Just like that, all opponents were down. "Well done, all."

  "There goes the element of surprise," Nolan said, helping Annie to her feet. "Getting to the bridge is going to be tough."

  "At least we don't have far to go," Hannan said, gesturing at the corridor running along the stern. "They've probably got one more line of defense waiting, and after that we'll be onto the bridge itself. We'll have to move quickly, though. I'm sure word is going out to every fire team on the ship to converge on the bridge."