Battle Earth VI

Chapter 2

"What are their intentions? What are they coming for? How can they be stopped?" These are the questions we must all ask and get answers to," said General White. "Let us remember that this is an emergency meeting. We have little information but must make quick decisions."

The room was silent for a moment as over thirty high-ranking military officials from the major powers in the World discussed the news. Most were projected through screens placed around the table. Only five sat in the room from where White hosted the talks.

"The Secretary of Defence has left this in my hands to discuss and take the appropriate measures once we, as a collective, can make a decision."

Finally Field Marshal Copley spoke up.

"Seems to me that we need information more than anything. We must gather our forces at Earth while scouts are sent out to find out what the hell is going on, and what is bearing down on us."

"Are we here yet again? Ready to fight to the death once more for no reason?" asked Dupont.

White shook his head in disbelief. He had quickly come to understand how Taylor had come to blows with the idiot of a General.

"The simple facts are this, General. We have a fight coming our way. That shouldn't be such a surprise anymore. We can wait for them to come to us and have no information at all. Or we can send out intelligence gatherers so that we better understand our position."

"And those are our only two options?" Dupont replied sharply.

"Clearly they are," Schulz said.

Dupont had his nose put out of place by the German officer, but he could do little but accept it as Schulz continued.

"We have a fleet like never before. Clearly Commodore Clark managed to put up a fight against the enemy with what little he had. I propose we prepare the fleets for immediate action while information is gathered through scouting parties."

"Okay, then we are in agreement. As you are all aware, Colonel Taylor has a turncoat that joined him some way back. That defector has proven to be more than useful and trustworthy. Taylor's unit is presently training MDF forces on the Moon. I can have him dispatched immediately. Between them, they are our best hope of reliable information."

Out of the corner of his eye, the General could see Dupont curse at the name of the Colonel. That tickled him a little, as he already hated the Frenchman.

"We should send another four scouting parties alongside him. Each aboard different ships, the fastest we have. We need to know everything we can," General Richards added.

"Then it is decided. We have many dark days ahead, but we have seen it all before. Seen it, fought it, beaten it. Let's make sure all our people know we're on the winning side."

* * *

"Second team go!" shouted Taylor.

Soldiers rushed from cover past the Colonel and Commander Kelly who stood watching. A platoon of his Inter-Allied was opposing the MDF in a training exercise.

"An enemy ship has breached your perimeter, and your guys have just a minute or two to contain them before they run rampant," Taylor said.

"I don't think any of us need reminding of it," he replied.

Shouts rang out as the MDF soldiers advanced and laid down fire. The blank ammunition was every bit as loud as the real thing, and the laser tag devices fitted ensured they had the correct effect.

The two officers watched as a hundred MDF soldiers closed in on their target. They all utilised the Reitech equipment that Taylor had become so accustomed to.

"It's a God damn miracle we're even still alive to be training for this," Kelly said.

"Amen to that," he replied.

Buzzers went off in the distance as the lasers tagged the opposition. The battle was out of sight now as the close quarter battle continued in the distance. Fifteen minutes later the shots finally stopped.

"Clear!"

Taylor lifted his comms device.

"Training exercise complete. Well done, return to the rally point."

The troops began to flood back down the corridor past them. Jafar was among them and could be seen many ranks down due to his towering presence.

"That's not a sight I'm ever going to get used to, one of them in our uniform," Kelly.

"I used to think the same, but I'll never say never after the shit I've seen."

Kelly smiled and nodded in agreement. Jafar now wore sergeant stripes upon his armour and was directly attached to Taylor's command staff. The alien had become good friends with Silva while learning everything he could from the Sergeant Major.

"Colonel, I'd have you and your command staff dine with me tonight."

"It would be an honour," replied Taylor.

"I'll see you there, Colonel."

Taylor stepped into the officer’s quarters he had been provided and could already tell Eli was occupying the place. Her gear was scattered over the desk, and the shower was on. He knew she couldn't have been there long, as the water restrictions only allowed the showers to run for up to two minutes every twelve hours. That was considered adequate for a single occupant.

The door closed behind him, and the shower turned off moments later. She was clearly aware of his presence. She stepped out of the bathroom with a cheeky smile on her face.

"You know that'll be all the water I get for hours."

"Ah, you don't need it, Colonel. You've stood around watching all day while the rest of us sweat."

He could do nothing but smile. He had been looking forward to getting cleaned up, but the sight of her was so much more appealing.

"So the Commander has invited you to dinner?"

"Yep, sure has."

"Damn, bet you'll be getting some good food."

"Bet your ass."

"Don't fancy taking a date?"

Taylor shook his head.

"We may just about get away with carrying on like this, but if we flaunt it before those around us, it'll only bring trouble."

"And what would they do to the great Colonel Mitch Taylor. Leader of the Immortals, slayer of Karadag?"

"Hey, you're not the one who spent a few months in the brig. I can do without that experience again."

He pulled of his BDUs and threw them down over Parker's gear. The room was a mess, but he figured he couldn't make it any worse. There was just enough water left to wash his face.

"That food tonight will better than the shit we get."

"Privileges of rank," he replied with a smile.

Mitch pulled out his service dress from the wardrobe. It was the only other uniform he had with him, and the smartest thing he could manage. He figured evening dress would be too much for Kelly anyway, who was a man of simple tastes. As he tried to get dressed, Eli did her utmost to stop him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tried to entice him to stay.

"Come on, you know Kelly can't withstand lateness."

She let go and slumped down on the bed with a sigh and curse.

"Is this all our lives are now? One training exercise to another on base after base?"

"We're in the Corps. Our lives are what we are told. Another few weeks and we'll get our leave. We can head for Monterey and soak up the sun. Down cocktails to our hearts content and be the layabouts you fancy us to be."

"Mmm, sounds good. I'll believe it when I see it."

He made the final adjustments to his tie in the mirror, looking down at her glum face.

"Hey come on. This is luxury compared to the times we have known, a real bed, regular sleep, and nobody trying to kill us. I'll only be a few hours."

"I'll be waiting."

It was a short walk to Kelly's home, an apartment atop one of the towers of the colony. Two MDF soldiersposted at the door ushered him inside. It struck Taylor as strange that he would have a protection detail at his personal residence.

The Colonel made his way though into the penthouse. It opened up into a lavish open plan environment that was prime real estate on the Lunar colony. It didn't feel like the kind of place Kelly would have chosen. Taylor could only suspect it came along with the job. Up ahead, he could hear a hive of conversation, and he caught the last few comments.

"How long have we got till the bastards get here?" asked one officer.

Taylor's face turned to stone as he’d already anticipated the subject of the conversation. He pushed his way through two officers. There were over a dozen MDF officers stood about talking.

"Until which bastards get here?" he asked sternly.

The room fell silent as he strode in between them. His eyes contacted with Kelly, and he could see the weariness on the Commander's face.

"They're back, those alien bastards."

Taylor was silent. He always expected them to return, but it was no less shocking.

"What do you know so far?"

Kelly took in a deep breath, as if to prepare for the passing on of such dire news.

"Not an awful lot at present. The Collingwood and what is left of the SGD, that's the Space Gateway Defence, is in full retreat. They've lost four or five vessels and are doing running repairs while making their way here with all haste."

"The Deveron was out there. Did she make it out?"

"She did indeed, and is on her way here, right now."

"How are we just hearing about this?"

"The SGD centre has only known for the last twenty-four hours. Colonel, I have been informed of your orders and told to relay them to you presently."

Taylor expected the Commander to usher him into some more private quarters, but he laid it out for all to hear.

"The Deveron will be here within hours. You are to take what elements of the Inter-Allied are here and report to her for immediate departure. Your task is to gather any information you can on what's heading our way."

A few of the officers gasped and sniggered at the order.

"Sir? Head towards them, with one ship?"

"Four other vessels are being sent out on similar information gathering missions. The honest truth is your eyes, and that of your alien friend, are what's needed. Get out there, gather any info you think could be useful, and get back safely. The fleet will be waiting for you when you haul ass back here."

"Better be, Sir, because we'll be coming in hot."

"Now, the rest of you. The last time we faced unbeatable odds, we chose to stay and defend our homes without knowing what we had let ourselves in for. I will not make the same mistake again. The colony is what it is because of the people who inhabit it. I am ordering an immediate evacuation to Earth."

There was no argument from the officers present. Several had fought for their survival on the Moon, and none wanted to go through it again. Kelly turned to Taylor.

"You haven't got long, Colonel. Gather your people and be ready. She'll be docking at platform seven. Good luck to you."

"And to you, Sir."

Taylor rushed out of the room and immediately lifted his comms unit.

"2nd Inter-Allied. Grab your gear and report to platform seven. We are leaving."

He didn't want to say anything else across open channels, but he knew they would already suspect a major problem coming their way. There would be no other reason for them to leave their training mission for anything but an emergency. He reached his quarters and found Parker inside, almost ready to go.

"What the hell's up?" she asked.

"Hell? Exactly that, coming our way and fast."

She tilted her head and stared at his face to see if he really meant what she suspected. He could see exactly what she was thinking and asking with her eyes.

"Yep, it's exactly that."

"Christ!"

He ripped of his service dress and tossed it into his kit bag. He knew he wouldn't have any need for it for a long time.

"We rendezvousing with the rest of the fleet?"

He ignored the comment and continued to get into his BDUs.

"Mitch?" she asked.

He knew she wasn't going to leave it alone.

"We're heading out in the Deveron on recon."

She shook her head in disbelief.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing… just that why do we always get the shit jobs?"

"Well in this case, I can honestly say we are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Being here on the Moon right now, and having Jafar's knowledge and counsel, means we were perfect for this."

"Great, I'll remind you of that when we're up to our necks in shit."

Taylor could do nothing but smile in response. She was more beautiful than ever when she was angry. She could see that in his face, and it only made her more furious.

The thirty-six marines of Inter-Allied lay about the docking bay awaiting their ride as the colony erupted into organised chaos. The evacuation had begun, and nobody was in any doubt as to what was coming their way. Taylor could only watch and wish the human fleet had been so substantial when it all began. Leaving the colony with the Prime Minister while the battle raged was a memory he would never forget, and one of the lowest points in his career.

Taylor had explained to all who were with him what their mission was. There had not been a single question or discussion about it. They were somehow numbed by the news, but he had spent the last year preparing them for it. It wasn't long before the Deveron arrived. The ramp lowered, and Taylor rushed forward to greet Ryan with excitement but was met by a grim sight.

Captain Ryan stepped out at the head of a line of stretcher-bearers. Five dead were carried out, and three walking wounded followed.

"Attention on deck!"

The call came from Jafar and was immediately responded to. It was the first time he had ever done as such, and Taylor was impressed with his perception on the situation. He was showing the respect to their fallen like one of his own. There were still some who didn't trust the alien, but he counted Jafar among his closest friends.

The wounded passed, and Taylor could see three of the dead were marines. Ryan approached and stopped before him with a salute. Taylor tried to find the words to say, but nothing seemed appropriate.

"You weren't wrong, Colonel. You always said the bastards would be back, and they are, and stronger than ever."

"Any idea on the numbers we face?"

"Honestly, they just kept coming. It didn't matter how many we killed, how many ships we destroyed. They kept pouring through the Gateway and bearing down on us till there was nothing we could do but run. We barely made it out alive. Some weren't so lucky."

Mitch hated having to ask it, but he needed the Deveron and her crew back in action.

"Are you aware of your orders?"

"To take you back out there to gather intel."

It was a relief to not have to be the one to tell him.

"You got it. I am sorry there is no time to see to your casualties, but time is not on our side."

"Got it, Sir, mount up when you're ready."

Ryan's crew passed the casualties over to an MDF medical team, who had been awaiting their arrival, and quickly scrambled back aboard.

"Load up!" yelled Taylor.

A Marine Lieutenant waited at the ramp to the ship. Taylor could see the wound on his arm and the quick patch up that had been done. His armour was still scorched from the battle, but he didn't show any sign of it affecting his ability.

"Lieutenant Samson, Sir. I have been assigned as Marine detail to the Deveron."

"Colonel Taylor, 2nd Inter-Allied."

"I am well aware who you are, Sir. I can't think of a marine alive who wouldn't know your face."

Taylor smiled back. Samson seemed completely calm and unfazed by the battle he had so recently faced. It was clear he was a marine with plenty of combat experience.

"Welcome aboard, Colonel."

Taylor looked up at the hull of the Deveron one last time and stepped inside. It felt good to be back aboard, but the battle scars were more present than ever. Blue blood trailed down one of the corridors where the body of a Mech had been dragged away. Metal support beams were twisted and burnt. Crews were busy cutting and welding on multiple levels to repair the damage. Samson stepped through to escort the Colonel to the bridge.

"Looks like you had a hell of a fight to get out of there."

"Just what we have come to expect of the Mechs, Sir. The surprise was seeing them again. All in all, we did well to get out of there with so few lost, but a minute longer, and I don't think any of us would have made it."

Taylor shook his head.

"I've been telling our Commanders for the last year that this would happen. How can anyone have been so stupid to assume they would just leave us alone?"

"Well, looks like your wish has come true."

"Mmm, can't say I wanted them to come, but we do have some unfinished business."

"This is the Captain speaking. We lift off in sixty seconds."

The two officers reached the bridge that felt like home to Taylor. Those who knew him and the fresher faces greeted him, but there was little enthusiasm in their faces. Taylor sat down at one of the workstations. He wouldn't lie about in anyone else's vessel, but the Deveron was an exception. A few seconds later, Ryan strode onto the deck. He was young for the Captain of such a vessel; and as aresult of the war that he would not have desired.

"Liftoff in five, four, three…"

The engines roared, and the Deveron quickly lifted from the docking bay. Within seconds, Wayans was putting full power down, and they soared out into space. After clearing the docking bays, they could see the extent of the evacuation. War ships, cargo liners, and civilian ships were all working together to take every human being from the Moon to safety. Taylor looked out at the defence grip around Earth. It was an impressive installation, but he still wasn't convinced it would be all that so many hoped for.

"When we fled, their fleet didn't seem to be following us with any haste. I guess we have a good few days yet before they reach us, maybe a week or more."

"Why would they do that?" asked Taylor.

"Only reason I know of is if they have brought the Gezgen K'til."

"The what?"

"The Planet Killer."

Taylor suddenly leapt to his feet and turned to the face the alien.

"How is it this is the first we are hearing of it?"

"I have not seen it in seventy of your years. I never thought I would again. The last time I was just young. It was returning from a great victory."

"Seventy years ago? How old are you?" Ryan asked.

"Eighty-three years. The Krycenaean can easily live to twice what a human does."

"Not with a bullet in their head, they don't," replied Samson.

Taylor nodded in agreement. But just as he smiled at the comment, he was reminded of the original topic.

"This Planet Killer. It may sound like a stupid question, but what is it?"

The bridge was silent as everyone's attention turned to Jafar. Not even the pilot Wayans could turn away.

"All I know is that when used it kills all life on a planet and renders that planet uninhabitable to even us for a long time."

"How long?"

"A hundred years, two hundred maybe."

Gasps echoed around the room. Taylor turned to Samson.

"Log everything we have just heard, and ensure it is sent directly to General White within the hour."

"Aye, aye, Sir."

The Lieutenant sat down at the nearest workstation and immediately got to work. He knew more was likely to be spoken in the next few minutes, and he could not afford to miss anything from his transmission. Taylor sat back down, trying to comprehend what that meant for all of them. Everyone waited for him to speak as they reflected on the same words.

"You told me they thought of Earth as a paradise, so why would they destroy it?"

"Either they don't think they can win, or someone is seriously pissed off," replied Ryan.

Taylor nodded in agreement.

"The Gezgen K'til won't destroy Earth. It will just delay its occupation. I never thought I would see it brought here though. Demiran's family built the monster two hundred years ago."

"Demiran? Your former boss and the one we captured?"

Jafar nodded.

"Well, that's just fucking great. He must be pissed."

"Can this Gezgen, whatever it is, be stopped?"

" The Gezgen K'til is a massive ship. The same class as what you called Tartaros in the first war. I know it must get close to the planet to operate, as the last time it was used, a great battle had to be fought above the planet before it could be deployed."

"So this was used against another race?" asked Ryan.

"That doesn't matter, right now. Let's concern ourselves with our own world," replied Taylor. "So what you’re saying is this. If that thing can get to the atmosphere of Earth, our planet is gone for our lifetimes!"

Jafar nodded.

"Christ. We need confirmation of this. Samson. Include all the information you have heard, but make it clear that the presence of this Planet Killer is still just a theory."

The bridge fell silent again as they considered the possibility of losing Earth, and more urgently that they were heading straight for the Planet Killer.

"You've all had a long day. My marines will take on any watches they can. Everyone not on duty get some rest. We've got a hell of a time ahead of us."

Two days passed without any contact when Taylor was awoken in the middle of the night Earth time. He pulled on his Reitech gear and rushed to the bridge to find the crew standing frozen and staring at the display screen.

"There's your visual confirmation, Colonel," Ryan said.

Taylor turned to Jafar to ask if it was what he had suspected. Before he could say a word, the alien nodded to pre-empt him. Taylor looked back at the screen. He could not tell it and Tartaros apart, but he trusted his friend. They looked out at the hundreds of support ships escorting the behemoth.

"Doesn't make any sense," Taylor murmured.

"What?" Ryan asked.

"The strength of their forces. Why didn't they send all this through to begin with? With all of this, and what they sent in the first war, we would have been crushed in the beginning. Before we had time to learn from their technology and stop them."

Nobody answered until Taylor turned to Jafar for answers.

"Well?"

"The Krycenaean people are not as one, under one rule. Powerful leaders rule factions and planets. Each wants his own glory and power. They rarely stand beside eachother. Demiran would almost never stand beside Karadag, but he would make every effort to avenge him for his own gains."

"So there is no one leader?" asked Taylor.

"One who is more powerful than the other Lords, one who holds more influence than the rest, but not with the control over all the others you would think."

"And this boss, who is he?"

"Erdogan. The strongest, cruellest, and most power hungry of the Krycenaean Lords."

"Then you have met him?"

"I have seen him. As a personal guard to Demiran, I met him once, but he would not know me."

"Well, this just keeps getting better. Are we ever likely to see this Erdogan?"

Jafar shrugged his shoulders.

"He could be aboard the Gezgen K'til. He might have even been on Earth during the first war. I don't know."

"But that is Demiran's ship, right?"

"Yes. Lord Erdogan can rightfully take his place aboard any ship in any war. He can take the glory without having to front the expense of using his own resources."

"I sure would like to get my hands on that bastard," said Parker.

It was the first thing she had said since Taylor had reached the bridge that morning. She had stayed so still and quiet that her presence had gone unnoticed.

"This big bad, the Erdogan. He must want Earth, right? Seems every other Krycenaean does."

"I don't know."

"All right. I've seen enough, and all this information is giving me a damn headache. Captain, collect as much data as you can, and then get us the hell out of here."

"Wait!” Jafar shouted.

Taylor snapped around. It was a surprise to have Jafar assert himself so much. He could see the alien pointing at the corner of a display screen. He turned and carefully studied what at first looked like empty space. Then his eyes widened as he caught a glimmer of movement. It was the flicker of the chameleon ship camouflage that Taylor had all but forgotten.

"They’re onto us. Get us out of here!"

"No," replied Jafar, "right now, their guns are training on us. We'd not make it."

"Then what do we do?"

"This ship, the Deveron, it must be known to Demiran and many others. They would want whoever was aboard alive."

"Are you willing to bet money on that?"

"I don't have any money," Jafar replied dryly.

Taylor could not help smile for just a second.

"All right then. You seem to have an idea of what you're doing. Tell us what we should do."

They all looked to Jafar. Nobody aboard no longer doubted they could trust him, and he had the unique advantage of both his heritage and training by the Inter-Allied.

"There will be two of them out there, one on overwatch and one closing to board us. They're hoping to either board us with the element of surprise or destroy us if we try to run. Those are patrol ships. They have maybe fifty Mechs on board each of them."

"Shi…it," replied Samson.

"If they could have got aboard undetected, we'd be finished. But with a prepared defence, that's another story."

He stopped and thought for a moment about what Jafar had said.

"That one we saw closing to our starboard side must be the boarding action, right?"

Jafar nodded in response.

"Okay, I want all but a protection detail for the bridge to the starboard side and ready to repel borders. Captain, have your gun crews prepared to fire at the other ship, but do not show any sign of it until the last second."

"We don't even know where the other vessel is," he replied.

"They must put out a heat signature, however faint. Find it!"

"Why don't we just blast them now?" asked Parker.

"We need that other ship on overwatch to let its guard down. Right now, that crew is waiting with their fingers on the trigger to give us everything they have got. As soon as the other has boarded us, we should have an opening."

"Where will they breach?" asked Taylor.

"At the main hull door if they can."

"Right then, masks on for everyone. Once they get aboard, we give them hell. I'll give you the green light when to fire, Captain. When that is done, we need to get that other ship off us fast and make tracks. Parker, have charges ready to blow the breaching clamps. I don't want them hanging on any longer than we need them to."

"You got it, Sir."

She rushed off about her business.

"You all know what you have to do. Do not give the enemy any indication of our intentions. Don't even let anything slip over the comms, nothing until the firing starts. Let's go!"

He rushed to the starboard side and grabbed a shield from the racks where they were stored ready for such occasions. They were cumbersome and bulky things to lug around, but well worth it when the fighting started. He took a knee behind his shield and waited for the inevitable enemy breach. Parker positioned behind him with a crate full of magnetic explosives.

For a full minute nothing happened, and they all waited in silence, listening for the enemy presence. Finally, they heard the quiet and subtle clamps attach onto the Deveron. Had they not been ready for it, Taylor doubted anyone would have noticed until the doors were blown. They were coming through the main hull doors just as Jafar had said. Taylor looked over to the turncoat alien and nodded in appreciation for his knowledge and efforts.

Controlled charges blasted all around the door, sending it crashing into the bulkhead the other side of the room. It would have been ear splitting, were it not for the helmets they all wore. A fine cloud of dust swept out around them from the blast, and through it they could hear the footsteps of the Mechs rushing for the opening. Taylor held the comms unit on his sleeve close and whispered.

"Ryan, now."

Power surged in the ship as energy was sent immediately to the gun ports, and the ship rocked slightly with the initial salvo of everything they had.

"Fire!" yelled Taylor.

Twenty marines had a field of fire on the doorway. Nothing was getting through unscathed. The first four Mechs were killed instantly by multiple bursts of fire from the Reitech rifles. As they continued to fire, a big metal looking ball was launched in from the doorway and rolled into the middle of the room.

"Down!" cried Taylor.

He looked away and crouched down behind his shield just in time. The device erupted with a blinding burst of light and a blast that sent him off his feet. The shield was ripped from his grip as he was thrown against Parker. He staggered to get to his feet. Despite avoiding the worst of the blast and light, he was still stunned by the amount he had been subjected to.

Taylor sat up and could see several other marines lying unconscious or badly disorientated. He looked around, and a Mech stomped through the dust cloud. It lifted its rifle to fire at him. In a desperate attempt, Mitch reached for the shield and pulled it in front of him. Three pulses smashed into it. The last of which tore a hole through the centre, burning into the armour on his arm.

He let out a cry in pain as the pulse fragments burnt into his flesh, and what remained of the shield dropped to the deck. There was nothing left to save him. He was still too stunned to quickly get back to his feet. He hoped for a miracle, and it came. Jafar leapt onto the Mech, ripping the faceplate from its armour and clubbing its exposed head with the stock of his rifle until the skull fractured.

Jafar reached down and grabbed Taylor by the rim of his chest plate armour, hauling him to his feet as if he were a rag doll. Taylor just about managed to hold his body weight and grabbed the nearest rifle that had been blown across the room. Pulses and gunfire zipped from one side of the entrance hall to the ship to the other. He quickly recognised the shape of a Mech and began firing, despite his vision still being a little blurred.

Samson rushed in from the forward corridor with fresh troops and joined the fight. It was perfect timing, as the enemy was starting to make progress at getting into the ship. Six of Taylor's marines lay dead and several others wounded. Samson advanced with his unit with their shields held forward, laying down a wall of fire. More of Taylor's unit were regaining their composure and joining the fray. The Mechs visible in the entrance were smashed back and retreating into their ship. Taylor turned around to see if Eli was ready with the charges. She was getting to her feet with the crate in hand.

"Push them back! Parker, get your ass here!"

The marines advanced forward with Taylor and Jafar at the centre. They put down a wall of fire as their covered the ground until they reached the breach.

"Give 'em everything. I don't want them returning fire when we break!" Taylor ordered.

An extending corridor from the enemy ship connected the two ships, ten metres long and three Mechs wide. Parker took out the first few larger charges and punched in the timers before tossing them the length of the corridor. The last few smaller ones she placed at the nearest point.

"That's it! Everyone back!"

They rushed back as she lifted the trigger and pressed down with her thumb. The shaped charges produced a small controlled blast that cut the boarding corridor in two. The ships drifted apart. Just five seconds later, a blast erupted in the enemy ship, and it was torn apart. Taylor and Eli watched from the open breach in the Deveron.

"Jesus, how short did you set those timers?"

"Twenty seconds," she replied with a smile.

Taylor laughed.

"Hey, you said to be sure they wouldn't shoot back."

He slapped her on the shoulder.

"Nice work."

He lifted his comms unit.

"Ryan, get us the hell out of here!"

Before he'd finished the sentence, the engines were roaring at full power. Samson stepped up to the breach and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Close call," he whispered.

"As always. Get these wounded to medical. Parker, get engineering crews down here to patch it up."

He looked around to the wounded one last time.

This mission has cost us dearly just to confirm what we already suspected, he thought.

"Jafar, Your information was correct, but I wish to God it hadn't been. Walk with me."

They carried on back towards the bridge. As Taylor threw his rifle over his shoulder, he was reminded of the pain in his arm. The thick Reiter designed armour only covered their torso. The rest of their armour was the same old stuff they had worn from the start and was only effective against minimal blast damage.

"That device they used cost us dearly. We must find a way to minimise its effects, but I fear we have much greater issues upon us."

"Demiran bringing the Gezgen K'til here can mean only thing."

Taylor was listening intently.

"That he has a bitter hatred running so deep for humanity that he would go to any length to end it."

"Why?"

Jafar shrugged his shoulders.

"I cannot think of any offence caused which would do as such. We have killed many of his soldiers, but that alone would not be enough. Either he is sick of the stubbornness of your race who refuse to quit, or he suffered more personally in the last battle in a way we do not know."

"When though?"

"We left Tau Ceti with Colonel Chandra still fighting. I don't know what could have happened or how, but something happened to Demiran then which has changed this war for him altogether."