by B. V. Larson
On the day the alien armies landed, the Duchess knew the final death of all her dreams of ascendancy. That was almost more painful for her to witness than the death of the city itself. She sat at the needle-like top of the Opulence, which had once again become a watchtower. From this headquarters, she was in touch with the city around her.
The aliens began the assault by firing salvos of missiles from orbit. The rocky rim of the valley was lined with gun batteries, but they were designed to deal with local threats and could not reach up into space. Nonetheless, the gunners had expected the enemy fighters to descend and attack, so they were crewed and ready for battle.
Unfortunately, in a large scale battle the force with the superior range often had the advantage. The missiles the Skaintz Imperial troops had built over the long years in space reached down like falling stars. They resembled white, burning flares of light, dropping rapidly from space. Bluish-contrails hung in the sky behind them like spider webs-hundreds of them. When the missiles reached the ground, they did not strike the exposed city, fortunately, but rather bombarded the guns that ringed it. The crews were blown to bits in an incandescent instant. Even those who fled when they saw death falling, and those who took shelter in nearby bunkers, perished. The missiles were too accurate, their payload too great.
Duchess Embrak watched this horror unfold with her small, exquisite mouth falling open. She’d already given Aldo the recall order, but as she saw the assault vessels come down-fat, ugly things shaped like mushrooms-she knew they must contain troops. She knew then there was no way the army could return in time.
She ordered out the militia and the police forces. She called the Nexus headquarters repeatedly, but their building was a smoking ruin. If any Nexus people had survived, they weren’t answering her call.
The aliens came down in two battlegroups, one at either end of the long dark canyon that contained Lavender City. Their plan was obvious from the start. The populace could not escape over the cliffs, so by assaulting either end, they trapped everyone.
The Duchess made a hissing sound, and pounded on her transceiver. She ordered the garrison troops she had left to hold the entrances to the city at all costs. They were also to open all armories and arm the public. This was going to be a bloody affair.
Her final act of the day was to sip tea as she awaited her emergency extraction. A flitter glided down from sunward to hover near the pinnacle of the watchtower. She stepped outside into the open, powerful breezes. She could see the fighting now, distant glaring flashes and explosions flared orange to her left and right. Moments after the flashes, loud booming reports echoed from the canyon walls around her.
She hesitated in concern before boarding the craft. The pilot anxiously waved her forward. But she did not move. There was something…
Yes, she knew what it was now. There were no aircraft over the city. None at all. She licked her lips. Her hair whipped into her face and stung her eyes. She retrieved a communication device from one of her bodyguards and spoke to the flitter pilots.
“Fly to the rim of the canyon, up over the edge, have a look, then return for me.”
The pilot hesitated. “This is a dangerous situation, Duchess. I suggest you board with haste and-”
“Are you refusing my commands, Major?”
“No, Duchess, but for your safety.”
“Indulge me. I wish to have an eyewitness account of the situation along the rim. Are there aliens preparing to rappel down into the midst of the city? You must inform me. It will only take a moment.”
“Very well, Duchess,” the pilot said.
The craft lifted away and buzzed toward the canyon wall. Within moments, it had reached its objective. It rose up then, circled above the rim of the canyon, and did a sweeping turn to return to the watchtower.
The aliens were a little slow, but they were accurate. Beams lanced out and riddled the craft. It fell, a burning ruin, into the city streets far below.
The Duchess nodded, her suspicions confirmed. The aliens had allowed the craft to approach, but they weren’t going to allow anyone to fly out of the city. She should have heard about this critical detail, but the Nexus people who ran traffic control were all dead, blasted to atoms along with their radar systems.
She turned around and stepped back into her penthouse. For the first time, she felt a real pang of fear. She could not leave. She was trapped with the rest, be they lords or peasants.
The aliens were closing down the city-but not directly destroying it. She’d expected at first they might wish to simply bathe the place in nuclear fires. Since they’d passed up this easy solution, they must have something else in mind for the populace. The Duchess had the feeling she wasn’t going to like learning of their plans. Before she closed the outer hatches to the flitter port, she looked out away from the sun, toward Nightside. What was Aldo doing out there with her army? She’d been a fool to trust the Nexus people and send Aldo to needle the young Baroness. The temptation had been too great, however. Now, she was paying a price for underestimating the aliens. She hoped that in the end, the price would not be too great.
The harvesting of the human population center was going exceedingly well. The Skaintz were like most predators: they liked their food to put up a fight. Like terrestrial snakes, they were bored by dead prey. The wriggling, the resistance, the stings and barbs-such details stimulated their appetite like nothing else could.
And the humans did struggle. Once their militia barricades were swept aside at either end of the long canyon, they fell back to fighting house-to-house, street-to-street. Their weaponry was mostly ballistic in nature. The military had laser rifles, but the average citizen may own nothing more than a single-shot rifle. Still, these weapons were well-designed and were capable of hurling a lead pellet at significant velocities. The killbeasts were on the front line, and when struck by a rifle bullet they were often knocked off their horned feet. In almost every case, they bounded up again and returned fire, or charged close to eviscerate their attackers. But occasionally they were mortally wounded and only flopped on the cobbles. The nife commander considered charging such concentrations of resistance with juggers, but withheld them in reserve for serious threats. Sometimes, the humans laid mines in the streets or even blew up their homes to kill a few more of the advancing Skaintz.
As the Imperial troops moved into the city, capturing herds of huddled, weeping food-creatures, the resistance grew stiffer still. Perhaps the rest of the beasts had seen those that surrendered were herded to the invasion ships and carried aloft to Gladius. Suspecting the terminal fate that awaited them, they fought with the fury of desperation. Snipers began to work in trios, holding their fire until they could concentrate on a single target and bring it down once and for all.
“We’re losing too many killbeasts!” the Empress shouted via radio.
The nife, who sat in his command chair, ducked his cusps and sighed. He regretted ever having allowed the Empress to link into the live streams coming up from the combat zone. This was a military operation, and he rankled under her micromanagement, as any commander would. He could not simply tell her to turn off the feed, however. He quickly brightened as he thought of another approach.
“Empress, my dearest majesty. I have excellent news. The first of the ships have arrived from the surface. They’ve brought an assortment of the finest wild food-creatures.”
“What? Why was I not informed? Bring them to me at once, we shall have a feast!”
“An excellent idea.”
In the throne room, the Empress sat in her stinking nest, quivering with excitement. When the nife arrived, the other Parents were all slithering up into their resin thrones and babbling amongst themselves.
“I’m positively famished!” the Empress announced. “It is high time you spared a thought for your mistress, commander.”
“I apologize profusely for the delay. I can only hope these beings provide the rich pleasure we’re all hoping for.” Internally, the nife was over
joyed. The Empress had switched off the military streaming the moment she’d heard there was fresh food to be sampled.
“Let me see, I’ve been thinking of this for a long time. I require a group of females for my first course. I’m hoping for a delicate flavor to wet my appetite for more.”
“As you say,” said the nife, signaling the idiot trachs and the surly hests to bring something suitable up from the hold. “It will only be a moment.”
“A further delay? If I could reduce your rank, I would do so on the instant.”
The nife almost retorted that he was not a mind-reader and could hardly be expected to know what type of creature she would request first. But he held back these words. “I apologize, Empress. I’ll arrange a variety of samples in a random order. Would that please your palate?”
“Hmm,” said the Empress thoughtfully. “Yes…I like that idea. The air of mystery would be added to the entire event. Your removal from command is postponed.”
The nife summoned graciousness from deep within. “So kind of you, Empress.”
At that point, there was a scuffle at the portal. A bloated individual dragged itself into the throne room, jostling aside a trach. It was the original Parent, and none of the higher beings present were glad to see her matronly form.
“I see there is still no throne for me to perch upon.”
“There is only so much room here,” said the Empress, waving a tentacle at the vast, mostly empty chamber. “I don’t like a cluttered appearance.”
“I see,” said the Parent bitterly. “I shall squat here then, for the duration of the feasting.”
The Empress hesitated. The nife winced, shortening his stalks, but no outburst came. He knew the Empress would just as soon not have this particular Parent as a guest at her feasting. But perhaps she couldn’t come up with a reasonable excuse to order her away. This was surprising, as reasonableness had never been one of the Empress’ strong points anyway.
The matter was soon dropped as a group of nude, terrified women arrived. They shrieked and struggled at the sight of the hulking figures on their lumpy thrones. This fearful reaction had a significant effect on the diners: their maws gushed with digestive juices.
A lengthy, live-food feasting began. Even the nife took part, nibbling on choice organs. The food creatures bleated and bled-it was magnificent.
Garth and Ornth were alone together inside one cramped skull. Externally, the body they shared was at least glad to be free of the endless, bone-chilling cold. The Great Machine, as Ornth called it, was a prolific generator of heat. After a long, harrowing climb down the access tube they reached a large pot-bellied chamber. Inside were incomprehensible pieces of equipment. The machines were primitive in aspect, hulking shapes festooned with valves, wheels and slowly churning metal pistons.
To ease communication, Ornth had allowed Garth use of his own voice.
“What is this place?” Garth asked Ornth for the hundredth time.
I have no name for it.
“What is its purpose, and why have you risked our joint lives to come here?”
This is a control node, part of a network that operates this station.
“Station?”
Yes. Did you believe this to be a natural world? I hadn’t accounted you as great a fool as the rest of your species. Sorrowfully, I realize now I was wrong.
Garth felt a growing sense of alarm. If Ignis Glace was a station-did that not imply weaponry? “We have come here then-to interfere with the Skaintz?”
Ah! You uplift your status in my estimation once again. Yes, that was the purpose of the skald mission from the start.
“You consider yourself a warrior then? I’d not thought there were warriors left amongst the Tulk.”
Ornth rankled. Not true warriors, perhaps. But there are those who are willing to ride a mount to war. I am a militiaman-one who has decided to act, rather than see the Skaintz return to power unopposed.
Garth wasn’t sure what to think. In a way, it was a positive thing. But it placed him personally in danger. He’d understood Fryx better. That rider had only been interested in self-preservation. This creature that rode in his head today was a breed apart from the rest. This Tulk had greater aspirations than mere survival-in Garth’s experience, such aspirations were often fatal. He felt a new sheen of sweat grow over his slick skin. This time it was not entirely due to the steamy heat of the place.
“I do not recognize these machines, or understand their purpose.”
Neither do I, entirely. Their operation has been forgotten purposefully by those that survived the last rise of the Skaintz. Unfortunately, burying the past does not prevent it from reoccurring-in fact, it arguably increases the odds. In any case, we shall have to puzzle it out.
“For what purpose?”
There was a bubbling sensation inside Garth’s skull. It was odd and unpleasant, as if a vibrating device were buzzing inside. Garth knew from experience that the Tulk was laughing at him.
For what purpose? To destroy the enemy ship, of course!
Aldo, Nina, Sixty-Two and their combined armies raced across open land toward Lavender City. Along the way, their ranks swelled. Every fief sent what they could spare. Knots of knights, companies of perrupters, sometimes entire small armies joined them, dragging along ancestral artillery pieces that dated back to the early days of the colony. Aldo began to believe it might be enough-although really, there was no way of knowing until the battle was joined.
Nina had similar qualms. “Can this force evict these monsters from our planet, Aldo?”
“I have no idea.”
“You don’t? Why do you march with such confidence, then?”
Aldo shrugged. “Because it is my natural manner.”
Nina snorted and choked off a bitter laugh. “If you don’t know what their capabilities are, no one on this world does.”
“True enough.”
“Tell me your secret then, tell me why you aren’t running to hide right now?”
Aldo turned from guiding his mount to look at her. She had tired eyes from long days in the saddle and no doubt months of worry.
“Very well,” he said. “I shall attempt to explain my philosophies. I shall make no attempt to make them more palatable to you, however.”
“I’m listening.”
“I’ve spent my life judging combats, and playing games of chance. Both are helpful to me in making my choices in this situation.”
“I fail to see how-”
“Please, bear with me. The battle ahead is most likely preordained. If they have forces superior to the combined might of our armies, we will lose. On the other hand, if our numbers are significantly greater, we shall prevail. In either case, there’s nothing anyone can do. Events will unfold in a manner that is beyond the control of any of individual.”
Nina stared at him. “You’re right, I already don’t like your thoughts.”
“Should I stop?”
She sighed. “No, please finish.”
“The only interesting situation occurs when the balance is on a knife’s edge. Rarely in human history have two equal forces met in battle when the outcome was in question. In those few cases, individual commanders played critical roles. That is why, for you and me, hiding somewhere in the brush is out of the question. There exists a small percentage chance that we will make the difference. Since this entire world will die if we fail, hiding does not significantly raise my chances of survival as an individual. Therefore, playing the odds, I find I must participate.”
Nina didn’t say anything as they rode onward for a time. Along the Sunward horizon, the sun was now bright and red, like a bleeding line that shone down from behind distant mountains. Soon, it would ride higher in the sky, and the world around them would become significantly warmer.
“Well?” Aldo asked. “No response at all?”
“You were right,” Nina said. “I hated every word.”
Aldo chuckled and they continued gliding over the coolest land
s that could be used for farming on Ignis Glace. Here, peasants grew bluish lichen and large mushrooms with humped caps that resembled brown boulders. They guided their mounts through fields of the latter, heading Sunward toward a fate they could not know in advance.
For a full day, the battle for Lavender City raged in the houses and on the cobbled streets. Blood ran everywhere, making dark spills that in places ran to the gutters. It was as if the purple skies above had opened and rained gore.
Thousands of humans died, and they took hundreds of the Skaintz troops with them. Unfortunately, sustained now by a ready supply of fresh meat, the Imperial troops were being born as fast as they were destroyed. Like an army of seemingly endless ants, they could not be stopped by flame, bullet or sword. The portion of the city belonging to humanity shrank steadily with each passing hour.
Many neighborhoods were quiet now, and all of them were dark. Roving bands of trachs escorted by killbeasts stumped along the finely flowered avenues, seeking meat for the hungry maws in the great ship above. When they found fresh game, they captured it alive with minimal tissue damage. Placed upon the flat heaving back of a trach by impossibly strong claws, each mewling victim was borne back to waiting ships for processing. Trails of trachs carrying meat-creatures could be seen streaming slowly throughout the city and up the slopes to the waiting ships.
Duchess Embrak sat braiding her hair at the top of her tower. Outside at every window, snipers took pot-shots at the aliens when they came near. Soon, she knew the city would be lost entirely. She wondered why they had not yet blown the top of her tower into fragments-surely they had the power to do so. But they hadn’t used any heavy weaponry since the first day, when they destroyed the fortifications at each end of the valley. She supposed it was an effort to preserve human life. But she knew by now they did not stay their hands with the purpose of mercy. They did so to provide more captives. They wanted captives above all else. They were draining the city white, removing its populace one at a time. She suspected that the ones who died a clean death in combat were the most fortunate.