The rings of Haven tfs-2

by Ryk Brown

  Through the unsettled dust cloud and between the underside Tobin’s ship and the ground, Jessica could see the cargo door on the opposite side come down into its fully deployed position. She noticed movement to her far right and glanced to see Vladimir as he came charging out of the barn at the far end of the compound, his weapon in hand as he made for a good firing position to his right behind a trough of fertilizer. Instantly, alarms went off in her head as she looked back towards Tobin’s ship. Peering under his ship, on the far side, she could just make out the black, armor-clad feet of troops as they quickly disembarked and began charging toward either end of the ship.

  Vladimir, having a clearer shot, opened fire as he dropped down behind the fertilizer trough, spraying the enemy troops with bullets that seemed to bounce harmlessly off their armor.

  Jessica pushed Nathan and Jalea back behind the vehicle. “GET DOWN!” She swung her weapon up as she back stepped around the vehicle, flipping her safety off in one smooth motion as she opened fire, aiming under the aft end of Tobin’s ship. Although she did not expect it to pierce the oncoming soldier’s armored boots, she hoped it would make them think twice about sticking their heads around the aft end of the ship to fire on their poor defensive position.

  From all four sides of the sinkhole, pinpoint energy weapons fire began to rain down on them from the snipers above. Danik’s head exploded as a sniper’s energy-bolt struck him, spraying blood across Jessica as she dove behind the vehicle for cover. Vladimir saw that one of the snipers was directly behind them. He swung his weapon to his left and blasted away at the sniper above and behind Jessica and the others.

  Jalea peeked under the vehicle and saw Danik lying motionless on the ground, face down in a pool of blood, most of his head missing. “DANIK!”

  “Inside! Move it!” Jessica ordered as she scrambled to her feet. She knew Vladimir was providing the cover fire needed for them to get to safe cover. Nathan and Jalea scrambled for the door on the small transfer shack between the two nearest greenhouses, falling through the door. Jessica scooted backwards, firing on the far ridge line behind Vladimir to keep the opposing sniper from picking him off before he could return to cover. Vladimir realized her target, and log-rolled several times as he continued to fire small bursts at the sniper above Jessica as she too reached the relative safety of the nearest doorway.

  Jessica continued firing to provide cover for Vladimir, who managed to crawl inside the transfer shack between the barn and the first greenhouse on his side of the sinkhole.

  “What the hell is going on!” Nathan yelled.

  “It’s a fucking ambush!” Jessica told him.

  Ensign Mendez was on edge. He wasn’t sure if it was the anxiety in his XO’s voice over their lack of radio contact with Tobin and the landing party. Of course, it also could have been all the coffee on a stick he had munched on to stay awake. Either way, he was more alert now than he had been in days.

  He watched as the cargo shuttle pulled into its usual position in the Aurora’s hangar bay. As her engines wound down, the workers approached to begin loading her for her next run. As the vapors from the shuttles engines cleared, and her rear cargo ramp began to deploy, he noticed something odd on her hull just beside the side hatch on her port side. There was scarring, a sort of rippling of the hull’s skin, like it had been melted. Mendez remembered seeing that same pattern on the walls in the corridors on C deck, where Jessica and the late master chief had repelled the boarding party.

  Suspicious, he rose to move in for a closer look, un-slinging his weapon from his shoulder to hold across his chest in customary fashion as he walked. The rear loading ramp came down with a thud, attracting the ensign’s gaze just in time to notice a horrified look on the face of the indentured worker nearest the ramp as he looked up into the back of the cargo shuttle. Reacting instinctively to the worker’s terrified expression, Mendez immediately brought his weapon to bear.

  On the far side of the hangar bay, near the main doors, Sergeant Weatherly saw his comrade’s sudden change in manner. He looked at the cockpit of the cargo shuttle and saw not the rotund face of the same pilot he had seen for the last twenty-four hours. Instead, there was the cold, ruthless face of military pilot, in a flight suit and a combat flight helmet.

  Black and gray armored troops began pouring out of the back of the cargo shuttle, mowing down a handful of the defenseless indentured workers with rapid blasts from their energy weapons as the doomed workers scrambled for cover. Mendez ducked behind some crates to one side of the bay and immediately began spraying the rear loading ramp of the cargo shuttle with his close-quarters automatic weapon, most of his rounds bouncing off their armor. After emptying his first clip, he counted only one enemy soldier had fallen to his fire.

  Sergeant Weatherly punched the alert button on the console next to the door as he charged to his left to try and circle around the cargo shuttle in the hope of setting up a cross-fire between himself and Mendez. But before he could reach a decent firing position, one of the first enemy soldiers to come around the starboard side of the cargo shuttle caught Weatherly in the left shoulder with a blast from his energy weapon. The blast seared his shoulder, spinning the sergeant to his left and causing him to stumble and fall.

  The soldier that had caught Weatherly with his first shot came rushing forward to finish the job. The sergeant had lost his grip on his weapon and it had slid a few meters away. Realizing he had no time to reach it, he pulled out his combat knife to defend himself. But the onrushing enemy soldier had no intention of engaging in hand to hand combat, and stopped, raising his weapon to finish Weatherly off from five meters away.

  Suddenly, a large rolling cart used by the workers slammed into the side of the soldier, knocking him off his feet. Weatherly watched in amazement as before the soldier could get back to his feet, the harvesting team foreman, Marcus, smashed the soldier’s helmet with a large rock from the cart. Marcus struck the soldier several more times, making sure he was dead before standing tall in triumph.

  “How do you like that, you son-of-a-bitch?” Marcus bellowed. Suddenly, weapons fire from more enemy soldiers struck the cart and the deck near Marcus, causing him to flinch and duck. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed, running to get behind the same cover that Weatherly was already crawling towards.

  Marcus picked up Weatherly’s loose weapon on his way, dropping down behind the crate next to the wounded sergeant. “Here! You dropped your gun!” Marcus said, handing the weapon back to Weatherly.

  “Thanks,” the sergeant said, disbelief still in his eyes.

  “Don’t mention it,” Marcus said. “Now, you gonna kill a few more of these bastards or what?”

  Weatherly smiled. “Just gimme a second.”

  “General alarm in the hangar bay!” the comm officer reported.

  Cameron touched her comm-set, “Bridge to Mendez! What’s happening down there?!”

  “We’re being boarded!” he reported, the sound of his own automatic weapon answering the sound of energy weapons discharge. “They came out of the cargo shuttle!”

  “Sound general quarters! All hands! Prepare to repel boarders in the hangar bay!”

  The comm officer immediately sounded the ship-wide alert as ordered, the lighting on the bridge immediately taking on a reddish hue.

  Doctor Sorenson appeared from the starboard entrance, making way to her station, now designated Jump Control.

  “Abby,” Cameron called out, “Get the drive ready to jump. We may need to exit in a hurry.”

  “Understood,” the doctor responded.

  “Mendez,” Cameron called over the comms. “Talk to me.”

  Two crewmen, armed with assault rifles poked their heads through the main doors. The first one got caught in the shoulder by an energy bolt and was knocked back. The second crewman got the message and ducked back behind the hatch frame.

  “Bridge! Tell them to come in on the catwalks! They’ll be able to pick’em off from above!”

  Mendez pee
ked over his cover and took a few more shots at the enemy positions. He could see Sergeant Weatherly’s foot sticking out from behind the crate on the far side of the bay, and thought he saw movement. “Sarge,” he called over the comms, “you still with us?”

  Sergeant Weatherly sitting on the deck, his back against the crate, grimacing in agony as his shoulder smoked. He could feel the heat from the burned flesh radiate against his face. “Yeah! I’m still here,” he answered over the comms.

  “How bad are you hit?”

  “Oh not bad. Just my fucking shoulder is on fire, that’s all.”

  “You still in the fight?”

  “Hell yeah,” he answered, dragging himself to his knees and turning to face the fight.

  “Can you see the starboard catwalk access ladders from your position?”

  The sergeant looked over the top of the crate providing his cover. He could see both ladders on the opposite side of the cargo shuttle from where Ensign Mendez was firing. “Yeah, I can see them both.”

  “Good. Our people are gonna come bustin’ out onto those catwalks at any moment. So don’t let any of those fuckers up those ladders. Understood?”

  “You got it,” the sergeant answered, as he raised his weapon and opened fire on the first enemy combatant trying to ascend the catwalk ladder. Several of his rounds bounced off the trooper’s armor, but one of them found a weakness in the knee joint, sending the enemy soldier falling to the deck in agony.

  “Aim for their joints,” the sergeant called over the comms.

  Jessica peeked around the edge of the doorway, quickly ducking back behind the heavy frame as a focused energy bolt from a sniper blasted a chunk out of the door frame, sending splinters flying in all directions.

  “Fuck!” she swore, the smoke from the sizzled door frame burning her eyes. “They’ve got snipers up on all four sides. Vlad is laying down fire and forcing the ones on the ground to move into the buildings along the far side.” She peeked out through the door again, drawing another shot from the sniper. “Shit! We can’t do anything with those damned snipers up there!”

  Suddenly, the side door from the neighboring greenhouse into the shack they were hiding in burst open. Jessica spun around to open fire but caught herself just in time when she saw the terrified face of Tug’s oldest daughter, Deliza, standing in the doorway, frozen with fear.

  “Get down!” Jessica yelled at the girl, just as another shot from the sniper shattered the window glass, narrowly missing the girl as she ducked, a scream jumping from her throat. Jessica took the opportunity to swing her weapon around the edge of the door and pop off a burst of fire at the sniper’s position, just to let him know that they would fight back.

  “Who are they?” Nathan asked no one in particular.

  “I don’t recognize their uniforms,” Jessica said. “But whoever they are, they’re not amateurs, that’s for sure.”

  “They are Ta’Akar assault troops,” Jalea told them. “Highly trained for such actions.”

  “I have to get to my father!” Deliza cried.

  “You keep going through those greenhouses and one of those snipers will pick you off for sure,” Jessica warned.

  “Then we must wait?” Deliza asked.

  “We can’t wait,” Jessica insisted. “This is probably just the first wave. They’ve probably got reinforcements on the way.”

  “My father will activate the shield.”

  “The emitters!” Nathan realized.

  “I don’t think so, honey,” Jessica told her, as she peeked out the door and saw several troops making their way around the side of the main house. Tug and Ranni were firing madly through the windows but were unable to prevent the troops from advancing.

  Jessica turned back to face the girl. “Where are the shield controls?”

  “In the reactor shack, in the corner,” she said, pointing toward the far door on the other side of the shack that led into the next greenhouse.”

  “Straight that way?” Jessica asked.

  “Yes. All the way to the end.”

  Jessica peeked back out the door. The troops were getting into position to take the main house.

  “They’re getting ready to charge the main house. Tug and the misses are trying to hold them off.” Jessica thought for a moment, the sound of weapons fire being exchanged about the main house in the distance. “Okay, new plan. I’ll activate the shields. That’ll get the snipers off our backs. With most of the troops headed for the main house, you guys might be able to take the ship.”

  “What about you?” Nathan asked.

  “If I’m not back in five minutes, then I’m not comin’ back.”

  “Jess-”

  “You wanna go?” She didn’t wait for a response, bolting across the room and crashing through the door into the next greenhouse.”

  Jessica sprinted through the first greenhouse without a single shot being fired her way. The tables were all loaded with empty dirt trays, having been freshly harvested, which meant there was little to no concealment offered. As she burst into the next transfer shack, she knew it was unlikely she’d make it so easily through the next greenhouse.

  But that didn’t slow her down, and she charged through the shack and into the next greenhouse. This time, however, she was met with rapid sniper fire that shattered the glass windows, sending shards flying in all directions. She stumbled slightly and then fell to the deck, scrambling the last few meters on hands and knees until she was through the next door.

  “Jesus!” Nathan exclaimed. “She’s taking fire.” He poked his weapon around the door frame and opened up on the far ridge line, hoping to force the sniper to duck for cover, but his shots were too wide of his target to have the desired effect. He peeked out the door toward the main house only to see one soldier break out in a run between the main house and Tobin’s ship, skirting around the corner of the house and heading toward the back corner of the compound.

  “Jess!” Nathan called out of his comm-set. “One of them is headed your way! I think he’s gonna to try and cut you off!” When he got no response, he called to her again. “Jess! Do you copy?!”

  Jessica reached up and switched off her comms as she settled down into the darkness, tucked in behind a tall rack of watering hoses. She quieted herself and forced her heavy breathing under control as she heard the sound of the outside door in the next greenhouse opening and closing, followed by the slow, careful footsteps of an armored assault trooper on the gravel floor.

  Jessica pulled out her combat knife, slowly and silently as the enemy drew closer to the door. Suddenly, the door swung open and the intruder burst into the room. The speed of his entry nearly startled Jessica, and it took all her nerve to control her reaction.

  The soldier immediately checked behind the door but found no one. He searched the small, dark room, quickly eyed the rack of hoses in the darkened corner, and approached slowly. He pushed his weapon muzzle forward to part the hoses.

  What a dumbass, she thought as she pushed the rack forward, causing it to fall over onto the intruder. His weapon discharged in a knee-jerk reaction, its energy blast grazing the left side of her hip as the hoses and the rack spilled forward, burying the trooper under the heavy hoses.

  Screaming in pain and anger, Jessica lunged forward on top of the pile of hoses covering the enemy, pushing his weapon up and away from her as she lay atop him. Pinned on his back by the hoses and Jessica, unable to bring his weapon to bear, the soldier reached up with his left arm and grabbed a handful of Jessica’s hair, pulling her head straight back.

  Jessica screamed in pain as her head was pulled backward, partially lifting her up from her position on top of the soldier. She swung her right arm under his left, stabbing wildly at his chest plate. Suddenly, one of her thrusts caused the knife to deflect slightly towards her opponents chin, and the knife tip slid up the chest plate and found the gap between the chest plate and the lower edge of his helmet’s face plate. As she felt the slight advancement of her blade,
she twisted her body to her right to add downward force to the blade, and it slid into her opponent’s throat, bringing forth a sickening gurgling sound as his blood rushed into his trachea.

  Her attacker immediately released his grip on her hair as he choked on his own blood, trying desperately to breathe. She fell forward, continuing her thrust with all her weight now behind her knife, as it chipped his cervical vertebra, sliding between them and severing his spinal cord.

  His body went limp, and the gurgling subsided. She sat upright, straddling her now dead opponent. She reached for the wound on her left hip, wincing in pain at her own touch. “You shot me!” she exclaimed, as she punched his face plate with her right hand. “And you pulled my hair, too!” She punched his face again. Wincing in pain, she checked her wound again. “That better not leave a scar, asshole.” She withdrew her knife from his neck and had an idea.

  On the port catwalk of the hangar bay, three crewmen began firing down into the group of enemy soldiers. Most of their rounds were deflected by the enemy’s black armor, however, the continuous barrage of fire eventually proved to be too much for them as they began falling one by one. The soldiers scrambled for cover, but were met on either side by Weatherly to forward and Mendez to aft.

  Less than a minute later, the few surviving members of the boarding party surrendered, dropping their weapons and raising up their hands. Mendez immediately rushed forward, barking at the enemy to drop to their knees as several more armed crewmen rushed in from different hatches.

  “Commander!” Kaylah called from the sensor station. “There’s another ship trying to land.”

  “Where?”

  “On our flight deck, sir!”

  “What? Where the hell did it come from?”

  “I don’t know, sir. It came out of nowhere.”

  Outside the Aurora, an unmarked ship came in low over the drive section of the ship as it approached the flight deck.

  “Open the outer door!” Josh, the harvester pilot called out over the comm channel! “I’ll cut him off!”