The Recruitment: Rise of the Free Fleet (51 page)

I put the helmet on and ran the start-up tests and stepped out of the cradle checking that everything was in the right place.

“Good, no?” Shrift said watching me as I moved in it experimentally.

“Damn well amazing!” I said as I finished moving about. “The padding’s in nearly all the right places too!” I said with feeling remembering the chafing and feel of the padding in my old suit with sour memories.

Shrift laughed at this “Yes that was one of the biggest complaints we had.”

“Thanks Shrift.” I said as my protection detail checked me over slapping this and that to make sure it was secure while Shrift handed me my rail gun and sword.

“Good luck commander.”

I nodded, the Mecha only allowing a few degrees of decline as I turned and moved for the shuttle bay.

AMC’s were already in the shuttles that had been moving reactor fuel, just a matter of minutes earlier.

I got on my assigned shuttle and thankfully sank into the jump seat which reduced some of the annoyances of the padding while amplified others. The shuttle’s cargo bay was flooded with amber light for launch as everyone got in their harnesses and waited. I had instituted a simple red, amber and green system for ships, instead of the mishmash of colours that I had found it had been before.

We got a red and green light as the cargo doors were confirmed sealed and the shuttle started its engines while the shuttle bay depressed air. With the slightest of movement we flew out of Resilient. Once clear we tilted as the pilots angled us to the atmosphere for a clean insertion. Groaning and wondering if my meal would make a repeat appearance the shuttle hit atmosphere.

Now for you that have been on an old roller coaster and I mean
 
ancient
 
roller coaster you might know a tenth of what this felt like. The ample padding in my suit felt as if it was cloth, I was shaken like ice in a martini shaker at spring break in Florida.

With our previous insertion into Chaleel most of the Commandos were fine as the bucking stopped. I braced myself waiting for the next shuttle-coaster experience to occur but nothing happened as minutes later the red light changed to green and the ramps were opening.

Mechas ran out of the ramps already taking up defensive positions around the shuttle as squads moved through the interlinked cordons around the grouping of shuttles to the fusion generator.

I punched the harness releasing myself making my way to the fusion generator. The shuttles from Bregend’s ship were already being unloaded and lines being run into the facility.

The structure was truly
 
alien.
 
Sure everything we were wearing and looking at was alien, hell this was the third planet I’d been on. But most of the things we’d seen were something we could accept or relate to. This was just strange.

It was domed without any corners, the metallic surface contrasting sharply with the jagged and a dull black of the planet’s surface. Ash that floated down in tufts glided off of its unblemished and perfect chrome like surface as it clumped on the ground. It stood out against the surrounding scenery like a sore thumb. Alien characters, that my translator couldn’t comprehend, were inscribed half way up the structure.

There was a mass of people staring at it with the reaction matter feed lines in hand. I stomped over to them as they were having an argument.

“We can’t find a damned door! How’re we supposed to supply the reactor with mass when we can’t get inside?”

“Fan out and find an entrance.” The commander of the party said.

I walked towards the structure along the smoothed rock path that they’d been on, up till it reached the metallic surface of the dome. I poked it as it rippled like water I took a step back but nothing happened. Shrugging I ran my finger down the surface.

The metallic material split making a doorway big enough for two people abreast.

“Get that line in here now.” I said over the command channel as the arguing work team now ran for the door which opened wider to admit them. In turn I studied the wall before looking inside.

There was a single room the size of a basketball court with no visible doors, there was a console with green floating imagery above it. A hole appeared beside the console a red light appearing above it and blinking.

“Put the line in that hole.” I said as everyone gaped at the shifting wall a few rushing to obey as they plugged their lines in and as quickly as could be backed away as the wall wrapped around the line a connection was made and the reactor mass flowed from the shuttle’s cargo holds.

“Resilient.” I said in my helmet as it acknowledged my command and connected me to her.

“Commander?”

“Do you have any idea who built this structure?”

“The Planner.”

“What is that?”

“He was the first person to reject the council’s thoughts and left the AI. He went to ‘help those that cannot help themselves. He was an example to me and those who left after him, though we have never found any evidence of him before now.”

“What is this place made of?”

“Nanites—billions of small machines that are controlled by multiple AI cores. This is some of the most advanced technology I have ever seen. Its generations ahead of the ships that even the AI council simulated. Now while most AI have very limited creativity, the Planner had increased the information storage and processing power to most AI’s. He was also much more creative, achieving a level of creativity seen in low-end creative creatures such as the Sarenmenti.”

“So he came here, made a shield generator and then vanished again.”

“I doubt that the shield generator is everything. He would only intervene on a planet if he thought it was worth saving. While the Union the AI’s and the Syndicate have little in common, their want to destroy The Planner is paramount. It is argued that he could change the fate of anyone, and topple any regime if he wanted to. It is why his second name is ‘God’ as he will guide someone’s destiny and they’ll never know.”

My HUD blinked that someone wanted to talk with me. I paused my channel with Resilient as I opened the new channel.

“Sir the shield is strengthening ash and debris leaving the volcano has been reduced to a hundred square kilometre area instead of the entire planet.” Rick said.

“I’m going to send you some images pass them onto Eddie.”

“Yes sir.” I snapped photos of the inside of the room, videos of me poking the walls as they rippled outwards. Then of the external structure and the letters. I sent it to Rick and waited sitting on one of the jagged rocks that made the landscape looking at the structure.

No rest for the wicked.
 
I thought as I re-opened my channel to Resilient.

“What else would Planner do?”

For the first time in my life I saw an Avarian.

All of the Mechas around me snapped their rifles up as an alert sounded on my HUD as I turned to face the threat and finding an alien. This one was eight foot tall, it had to weigh close to six hundred pounds of muscle. He only wore a scrap of clothing running like a robe from his shoulder to his hip thankfully covering his lower, erm, extremities.

His skin was camouflaged to match the grey, red and black of the ground. Still my sensors only found a slight disturbance as if he wasn’t even there. On closer inspection I could see that his skin were actually scales, so small they looked like skin.

“Natural stealth camouflage.” I said appreciatively, keeping my hands away from my weapons as I looked at him. It was obvious that if he wanted to kill me then he could’ve.

“You’re like a damned ninja.” I said with a nervous laugh.

Vertically slit and calculating eyes studied me on a strangely human face. Overall the creature in front of my looked largely human, even more so than the other aliens I’d seen.

“Niiin-cha.” It growled out in an angry tone that made me think that he wasn’t capable of sounding anything other than angry.

“My name is Commander Salchar.” I said to it letting my translator change it to the alien’s dialect from earlier.

After a few seconds recognition showed in the creatures eyes.

“I am Ursht battle master.” He said, taking a knee and thumping his fist into the ground.

“My life is to serve you as well as my untouched.” He said to the ground.

“Get off the ground and I’m no one’s master, I’m a commander.”

“As you say commander.” He stood his body rigid as he looked past me reminding me of a soldier at attention.

“Do you have someone that leads your people?”

“We do commander.”

“Would you be able to take me to them?”

“Yes, commander, you now lie within your ranks and as is your right to call a ceasefire.”

He turned away from me. “Your fellow battle master Commander Salchar calls a ceasefire.” He bellowed his voice angry and deep as my Mechas audio sensors dialed down as I felt the sound emitted from within his bulk.

All around us dark shapes started moving as red orbs of eyes appeared just metres away.

“No one fire unless you’re attacked.” I said through the Mecha wide channel, they’d been so close to us and we’d had no idea they were there.
 
We’re going to need better sensors
 
I thought adding it to my every present and long to-do list.

“A ceasefire is so called.” A resounding voice returned. Ursht turned to me, bowing his head.

“Commander if you will follow me.”

“Lead on.” Jeremiah and his protection detail fell in around me, ready to interpose themselves. Their weapons lowered but ready as they scanned every rock and surface as creatures like Ursht stood watching us go, seemingly appearing from the ground.

Ursht brought us to a massive formation of rocks which had come together in a peak the back in a mountain range and the front walled with rock that had been moved into place. Ursht lead us past the wall, hundreds of his race now visible.

We passed through the underground village before coming to another walled off area. We passed this and entered a room with only three creatures like Ursht but with all the same size.

They sat on three of the four chairs on each side of the room, one of the black rock chairs left empty.

“That is your chair battle master.” Ursht said as I took the seat feeling foolish as my feet dangled off of the edge.

“Call me Commander or sir, it’s easier that way.”

“Yes… commander.”

“These are the space gods you bring us Ursht; you gave up your position as battle master for this to take your place.” The one to my right spat.

“We aren’t space gods.” I said before Ursht could speak.

“It talks our tongues?” The one opposite said, recoiling as if they wanted nothing to do with me.

“It is an abomination that would’ve been killed during the purification.” The one to my left hissed.

“As you would’ve died if Ursht hadn’t asked for our help.”

“A weakling asks for help. Something you would know about.” The one to my right said.

“A smart man asks for help when he sees no other option.” Quickly getting annoyed.

“Hah. Words from an unblooded.” Lefty said.

“Unblooded I am unfamiliar with the term.” I turned to Ursht who looked to the ground as he responded to me.