Quantum Chaos: A Roak: Galactic Bounty Hunter Novel
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He grumbled his way to the ship. Only Yellow Eyes was in the hangar.
"Hey, Roak, how'd the chat with Gerber and Sha go?" Yellow Eyes asked. "You figure out how to save us all?"
"Maybe," Roak said and hurried past Yellow Eyes.
"Alright. Nice talk!" Yellow Eyes called out.
Roak stomped up the ramp and into the cargo hold where he found Pol seated cross-legged next to the quantum drive cube.
"Why are you just sitting there?" Roak asked. "Did you crack it or not?"
"I am one step from unlocking the drives," Pol said.
"Great. Get to it. Then you can start sifting through the data to find what I need," Roak said.
"I already know the answer to your question, Roak," Pol said. "I have known for a while. Well, maybe not a while, but I have had my suspicions. They will be confirmed when I unlock the data in these files."
"You're making me feel shooty, Pol," Roak said and patted his Flott. "Unlock the drives."
"Before I do, you need to know that the answer is not a threat," Pol said. "You are not in harm's way and, if anything, this information will be nothing but positive. It will allow us to move into the next phase of your personal journey."
"Yeah, shooty sounds good," Roak said and gripped his Flott tightly.
"Stop that," Pol said. "You aren't going to shoot me."
"Maybe I won't, maybe I will," Roak said.
"Let me ask one question before I unlock the drives," Pol said. "May I?"
"You just did."
"Funny."
Roak took a deep breath. "Sure. Ask your question?"
"Do you trust Hessa?" Pol said.
"Hey! Don't bring me into this," Hessa said.
"You are already in it," Pol said. "Answer the question, Roak."
"Yeah. I trust her," Roak said.
"But do you truly trust her," Pol said and patted his midsection. "Down here. Where those legendary hunches come from. Do you trust Hessa with all of your being?"
Roak started to answer then paused.
"Well, this feels good," Hessa muttered.
"Yes," Roak said firmly. "I do. I trust her with my gut. Hells, I trust her with my life, so yes, I trust her with all my being."
"Good. Good," Pol said and reached out. He placed a finger on the cube. "Focus on that trust. Remember that trust. We will need that trust to be unbreakable if we are to survive Father. Do you understand?"
"Nope," Roak said. "But I'll go along with it."
"Hessa? The same goes for you," Pol said.
"I already trust myself," Hessa said.
Roak grinned.
"You know what I mean," Pol said.
"This is sounding rather ominous," Hessa said.
"But necessary," Pol said.
"Hessa, tell him you trust me," Roak said.
"Of course I do," Hessa said.
"Excellent," Pol said. "Then here we go."
The cube physically unlocked. It actually began to unravel itself until it was no longer a cube, but a small containment field with several floating energy orbs inside. Pol waved his hand through the containment field and grabbed one of the orbs. He twisted it this way and that then let go.
"Pol…? What is this…?" Hessa gasped. "What are you telling us?"
"Nothing, so far," Roak said, exasperated. "What is in there? Where's Mother?"
"Mother is right here, Roak," Pol said and stood up. "Mother is Hessa. Hessa is Mother."
Roak froze. His body froze, his mind froze, everything froze.
"Yes, well, I'll let the two of you talk," Pol said.
He walked off the ship, past a curious Yellow Eyes, and out of the hangar.
"You guys alright in there?" Yellow Eyes asked. "Hello?"
Roak came out of it and shook his head.
"That can't…" he started.
"There's no way…" Hessa said.
"Guys?" Yellow Eyes called.
"Eight Million Gods dammit!" Hess and Roak shouted in unison.
The End
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Mech Corps
The drop ship fell through the atmosphere at a rate that should have liquefied every brain on board if not for the dampeners in place to prevent just that from happening. Sixty men and women, ten to an infantry squad, sat strapped to the walls of the drop ship, most with their eyes shut tight and jaws clenched, all ready to get to the dirty work of clearing out their drop zone.
“Two minutes to touch down.”
No one flinched even though the announcement was almost ear shatteringly loud in the comms. A little ringing in the ears was the least of the infantry’s worries.
Hrouska was a newly discovered planet, one that showed all signs of being able to support long-term human habitation, but no one had explored it beyond a few square kilometers. Any dangers the planet held would be found out by the men and women that were currently falling at terminal velocity to the planet’s surface.
“One minute to touch down. BFI!”
BFI, or brace for impact, were always the last words heard before the drop ship hit dirt. Sometimes they were the last words heard for infantry squads. Landing in the unknown was not for the faint of heart or weak of spirit. Survival was a concept, not a guarantee.
The drop ship slammed into the planet’s surface and the men and women were up on their feet the second their straps released, the hatch of the ship began to open, and the rear ramp dropped. Coordination was still a theory at that point, so half the bodies ended up colliding with each other before the owners found stability, explosive-round carbines clutched tightly in gloved hands, and raced to the rear of the ship.
“Even squads cover the three! Odds cover the nine! Clear then proceed forward after a five count! Set the circle and protect the DZ!”
“Hooyah!” the squads replied in unison.
Squads moved like well-oiled machines, swerving in and out of each other, taking up defensive positions along the perimeter of the drop ship, carbines trained on the almost pitch black jungle that surrounded the landing zone. After a count of five, half the squads moved forward, pushing into the outer edges of the jungle until they were a good six meters in.
In unison, half of those squads took knees, eyes on the darkness, while the other half kept moving, delving deeper into the alien landscape.
“Talk to me squad leaders!”
“No hostiles on the eight!”
“No hostiles on the two!”
“No hostiles on the six!”
“No hostiles on the–!”
“No hostiles on–!”
“Jesus Christ! What the hell are those?”
The darkness was broken by the muzzle fire of thirty carbines. Strange trees that stood fifteen meters high with willowy branches and strands of hairy moss hanging off came into view in brief, strobe-like glimpses as explosive round after explosive round was fired at whatever the squads had encountered.
“Report, squad leaders! What are you seeing out there?”
“I can’t see shit, LT!”
“No goddamn clue! I’ve lost half my squad and I don’t know how!”
“LT! Call in orbital support!”
“Orbital support is last resort only!”
“What the hell do you think–?”
“Talk to me, squad leaders!”
“We are!”
“Jesus shitting on a stump! Wh
at are those things?”
Screams began to overtake the sound of carbine fire. Men and women crying out for help, screeching in agony, terror filling every warble and waver in their voices.
“Fire in the hole!”
Two trees set at the drop ship’s five o’clock position were engulfed in flames as incendiary grenades went off one after the other. The night brightened and the soldiers that hadn’t moved from their positions by the drop ship all gasped in unison.
There were things in the jungle. Alien things that none could quite describe. All they knew were the things moved fast. Real fast.
“Requesting a full retreat, LT!”
“Hold your position, squad leaders! We do not give up just because we are engaged!”
“LT! I can’t see my–!”
“Jesus Christ, LT! I just watched squads eight, three, and one get ripped apart!”
“This ain’t good, LT! We can’t hold this position!”
“LT? Come in, LT!”
“You will hold the goddamn position! This DZ has been designated as vital to our mission! Do not retreat!”
“Shit!”
“Fire in the hole!”
“Fire in the hole!”
“Fire in the–!”
Five more trees blazed, flames racing up their trunks and across the willowy limbs. The fire quickly spread out across the canopy and the entire area was illuminated in oranges and reds. So much red.
***
Lieutenant Henry Nep sat in the cockpit of the drop ship, his eyes flitting from vid screen to vid screen, as he struggled to keep from throwing up. It was far from his first mission. Hell, it was far from his twentieth mission. But, never, not once, had things gone south so fast. He’d dropped into the shit plenty of times, but never once did it get over his head so much that he was going to drown in it.
“What the hell are they fighting?” Nep snarled. “I can’t see a damn thing out there!”
“Not a clue, LT,” the pilot replied, her hands firmly gripped on the flight stick and throttle. “But you say the word and we are out of here.”
“You heard what I said,” Nep responded. “Brass wants this DZ cleared and held. We will clear it and we will hold it.”
“LT…” the co-pilot said. “I don’t know what the men and women are fighting out there, but I do know that whatever they are, they’re winning. Our people are getting slaughtered.”
Three of the twelve vid screens went dark while another was splattered with so much blood that it may as well have.
“Sweet Lord…” Nep whispered. His hand hesitated over the comms, pulled back, then hurried forward and depressed the link to the ship orbiting a thousand plus kilometers above the planet. “Command? This is Nep requesting authorization for immediate evac. We are getting ripped to shreds down here.”
The drop ship shuddered. Hard. Two more vid screens went dark.
“Command? Come in!”
“Shit, LT, comms are out,” the co-pilot said. “Something must have damaged the relay.”
“Then get out there and fix it, goddammit!” Nep shouted.
“You go out there and fix it!” the co-pilot replied.
“Order the evac and let me get us out of here,” the pilot said. “Call an audible, LT. No comms means it’s your play.”
“The brass wants the DZ held,” Nep said more to himself than to pilot or co-pilot.
Both were used to how Nep worked, so they gave him five seconds to figure it out before they sprang into action.
“I’m securing the personnel area,” the co-pilot said as he jumped up out of his seat and yanked open the hatch that separated the drop ship’s two compartments.
“Bringing engines back online,” the pilot said.
“All squads return to the DS now!” Nep shouted into the comms. “This is a full retreat! Get your asses into the personnel hold immediately! We are taking off in thirty seconds!”
“Faster if I can,” the pilot muttered.
The drop ship shuddered again and the co-pilot came racing back into the cockpit, slamming the hatch closed with all his might. He spun the hatch door wheel until it locked in place then mashed his palm against a red button off to the side. The seams around the hatch smoked and sparked as an auto weld began to seal the hatch closed.
“Oh, shit,” the pilot said.
“Is the ramp still down?” Nep asked.
“It’s down,” the co-pilot cried as he fell into his seat and strapped in. “Get us out of here.”
“We have to wait for the squads!” Nep yelled. “We are not leaving them behind!”
“You want to live or die, LT?” the co-pilot roared. “Because those are your choices! The squads are lost, LT!”
Nep turned back to the remaining vid screens and stared at the horror outside the drop ship. Only three screens were active and they showed men and women firing at random, incendiary grenades, concussion grenades, and the newly developed plasma grenades going off left and right. Body parts flew through the air, there was nothing but pure panicked chaos. Then one by one, the vid screens died and the local comms cut off, plunging the cockpit into silence.
Almost silence.
A heavy thudding accompanied each shuddering impact of the drop ship. Then a loud clang echoed from the hatch, causing Nep to jump and pull his sidearm.
“Put that away,” the pilot said as she slowly pushed the throttle forward and pulled back on the flight stick. “You’ll kill us with a ricochet. I’m getting us out of here.”
The hatch bowed inward as something massive slammed into it.
“Faster!” the co-pilot cried, his eyes locked onto the warped metal of the hatch. “Oh, sweet Jesus, go faster!”
Nep locked his eyes on the hatch as it continued to bow in its welded frame. He lifted the pistol and took aim.
“Faster, faster, faster, faster,” the co-pilot muttered over and over as the nose of the drop ship began to angle upward while the pilot pushed the throttle harder.
“Try the emergency comms,” the pilot said to Nep. “We have to connect with command.”
Nep didn’t move. He was frozen in place as one after another, dents began forming in the hatch.
“LT!” the pilot yelled.
“Yeah,” Nep said. He holstered his pistol and popped a panel open in the comms system. He yanked out an ancient-looking handset and depressed the button. “Command? This is Nep! We have lost the squads! I repeat! We have lost the squads! The DZ was under attack the second we touched down!”
“Don’t you dare tell them about–” the co-pilot started.
“Unknown hostile is aboard the DS! We have it locked out, but we will need assistance upon landing!” Nep continued.
“Goddammit, LT!” the co-pilot screeched. “You asshole! You just killed us!”
Nep’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d done. Unknown hostile on board the DS. No way command would allow the orbiting ship to be compromised.
“Maybe it didn’t go through,” Nep said. “Maybe they can’t hear us.”
“Yeah. Maybe,” the pilot said, her eyes forward, watching as the dark clouds of the upper atmosphere began to thin then clear away. “Let’s pray that’s what happened.”
***
The two missiles impacted with the drop ship as soon as it broke through the cloud cover. The vehicle was vaporized instantly, leaving nothing but metallic particulates in its wake.
***
Colonel Las Meera shook her head as she watched the drop ship’s signature go red then clear from the scanner screen.
“How many is that?” she asked.
“All of them, Colonel,” a tech replied. “All four drop ships have been lost. We didn’t secure a single drop zone.”
“Shit,” Meera said. “You have definite confirmation?”
“We don’t even have transponder signals,” a second tech said. “Two had to be cleansed from the air before they could contaminate the Dorso; the rest are just gone, Colonel.”
“Whatever they are, they don’t want us setting foot on their planet,” Chief Science Officer Kev Cheepa said as he walked onto the bridge of the command ship Dorso. “You gonna listen to me now, Colonel?”
“I listened to you before, Kev,” Meera said. “But we all have our orders.”
“Except those orders cost those men and women down there their lives,” Cheepa responded. “I said we needed to do more scans before sending boots on the ground.”
“Yeah, you are so damned smart,” Meera snarled. “Sit your ass down at your station, Cheepa, and shut up.”
“Aye aye,” Cheepa said.
“What’s our turnaround?” Meera asked one of the techs.
“Colonel?” the tech replied.
“Ship to station,” Meera said. “What is the turnaround on the comms to Station Beta Eight?”
“Two weeks, Colonel,” the tech said. “The wormhole is all the way across the system and not the most stable portal. It’ll take a week for the message to reach the relay before it can be sent via trans-space.”
“Shit,” Meera snapped and slammed her fist against the console in front of her. “No way to get it there faster?”
“Speed is what speed is,” the tech said. “Two weeks is the best we can do.”
“Fine,” Meera said. “Open a channel to Station Beta Eight. We’re gonna need backup.”
“Backup?” Cheepa laughed. “Have you lost your mind, Colonel? We don’t need backup, we need to leave. We get back to SBE, show them the data, and regroup from there. This planet is lost to us. We’re one command ship. The Dorso is not equipped to handle whatever is–”
“That’s quite enough, Cheepa!” Meera shouted. “We are not leaving orbit! Whatever killed our people down there is down there! Down! There! Not up here in orbit! I will send a message to SBE and await further instructions! Are we understood?”
“Loud and, sir,” Cheepa replied instantly. “Loud and…”
“Good,” Meera said and closed her eyes. She shook her head. “How much data can you send?”