Void Wraith (The Void Wraith Trilogy Book 2) (16 page)

"Sarge, did you feel that?" Edwards rumbled, clomping his metallic frame to the head of the line of much shorter Judicators clustered around him.
 

"'course she felt it," Annie said, spitting a gob of black over the railing and into the darkness below the walkway. "The dead felt that."

The ship shuddered again. Hannan straightened. "Those are impact tremors. Just like the ones we felt aboard the
Johnston
before we were boarded."

"What do you want to do, Sarge?" Edwards asked, shifting from foot to foot. The Judicators around him all took a step back.

"Someone or something found their way past the Primo defenses. Looks like you'll finally get a chance to show off, Edwards," Hannan said, walking over and slapping Edwards's leg. "We're going to make for the center of the library. Our goal is to extract Nolan and hightail it back to the ship. Edwards, you're going to hold the main library room with the smaller Judicators. Annie and I will get to Nolan, then we'll fall back to you. Everyone know what to do?"
 

Annie snapped a tight salute, as did Edwards. A moment later, the Judicators all did the same. Not in unison, but as if each were figuring out for themselves that it was the correct gesture. Jesus, these things learned quickly. Were they all like Edwards, but unable to speak?

"Let's move," Hannan said, shoving down the extraneous thoughts. She didn't have time for philosophy.

They trotted up the corridor, a wide hallway that Edwards had no problem navigating. It went on for a good two hundred yards, then opened into a tactical nightmare. There were multiple levels filled with rows of densely-packed shelves. Those would make great cover, and give endless places for snipers to hide. The main room wasn't any better. The tables could be used for hard cover against low targets, but anyone on the upper floors would just fire right over them.

"Captain, this is Hannan," she said into her comm.

"Go ahead, Sergeant," Nolan's voice crackled back.

"We've moved to the central room, and are about to secure it. Where are you in relation to us?" Hannan asked.

"I'd rather not reveal that, even on an encrypted channel," Nolan replied. "Secure the main room and we'll find our way to you."

"Smart, sir," Hannan said. "Hannan, out."

She turned to Edwards.

"I want you to take up a position at the far side of the room, between those shelves. Get low if you can, and sit overwatch on the passages leading into this room. It looks like all entrances come to the first floor." Hannan scanned the layout as she spoke. "Judicators, listen up. I need alpha squad up to the fourth level, beta on third, and kappa on second.
 
Annie, you and I will provide ground cover fire for Edwards."

"Yes, sir," Annie said, trotting after Hannan into the corner of the library, between two shelves. They took up positions about fifteen feet from each other, their fields of fire overlapping to cover the midsection of the room.
 

"Sir, should I engage cloak?" Edwards called, loudly.

"Yes," Hannan hissed back. "And keep your voice down."

Hannan wished Lena had had the time to tinker on the Judicator tech. She'd have given a lot for a portable cloaking device similar to what the Judicators wore. They provided one hell of a combat advantage, and were the primary reason she'd made sure all the snipers were Judicators. It was damned hard to deal with a bunch of invisible snipers.

Something shimmered at the mouth of one of the tunnels. Hannan was still snapping her rifle to her shoulder when a flurry of shots streaked down from the upper levels. The first blast rippled across an invisible target. The second and third dissipated the shield, and the fourth and fifth reduced the Judicator to scrap and goo.

"Edwards, wait to engage," Hannan whispered, using the comm this time.
 

She sank into a crouch, waited for several tense breaths. Then shimmering forms started sprinting through the opening, into the main room. There were dozens of them, all nearly impossible to track. The only indication was the heat shimmer.
 

The air filled with plasma blasts from both sides as the Judicators began firing at each other. She glanced at Annie, noting that the soldier was eyeing the combat, but hadn't yet fired. Good. It was nice to know she had discipline and could follow orders.
 

"Now," Hannan whispered into the comm. She leaned forward, taking aim at one of the heat shimmers, and fired, bracing instinctively for the kick that never came. The lack of kick was the hardest adjustment she'd had to make in adapting to the alien weaponry.

Her shot caught the Judicator in the leg, its form shimmering into view as it cartwheeled into the side of a table. Before it could rise, Edwards stepped from cover. He darted forward, crushing the Judicator's head with the heel of his foot. Edwards pivoted, aiming one of the plasma cannons underslung along his arms. It fired a huge burst of blue fire, melting another Judicator into unrecognizable slag.

"Woohoo," Edwards yelled. "This thing is
awesome
!"

Then the Judicator under Edwards's foot detonated, launching Edwards into a shelf thirty feet behind him. His metal body crushed the shelf, shattering dozens of data cubes as it crashed to the floor. Hannan compartmentalized the combat, still firing at Judicators as she considered the implications.

Some of the Judicators exploded, but only ones near strategic targets. It was as if there were someone watching the combat, and only blowing up the ones that helped their cause. That was new, and more than a little alarming.

Hannan gunned down another Judicator, then another. It was a hell of a lot easier to do with a plasma rifle. Beside her, Annie was doing the same. They'd been ignored thus far, as the enemy Judicators struggled to deal with the snipers above.

The shelf next to Hannan ceased to exist, its smoldering remnants raining down around her. She looked up, eyes widening. "Edwards, stop screwing around. Someone in your weight class just showed up. Enemy Alpha, eleven o'clock."

Chapter 40- Saving a Culture

Nolan unholstered his plasma pistol, peering through the double doors. He could hear plasma fire in the distance--an uncomfortable reminder that, if the Judicators broke through, they'd be on the master core in moments.

"Atrea, how's it coming in there?" Nolan called over his shoulder. Atrea and Lena were clustered around the cube set into the table, bathed by the glow of the master cube above.

"I am saving the vital essence of an entire culture," Atrea snapped, her outstretched hands pressed against either side of the cube. "Do not rush me."

"We might have enough, if we need to leave," Lena said, creeping to the doorway and crouching across from Nolan. She pulled out a plasma pistol of her own, though Nolan had never seen her fire it. "If we can wait another few minutes, we'll be saving countless things that could help us. Since we don't know precisely what we're after, I'd recommend letting Atrea work as long as possible."

Nolan considered his answer. How long could they afford to say? Sixty seconds? A hundred and twenty? How did he weigh the risk versus the potential reward?

"She can have three minutes, then we're pulling out," Nolan said.
 

"Okay," Lena said, ears drooping. "I will let her know."

Nolan continued to the scan the corridor leading back to the library's main room. Seconds passed, then a full minute. He almost missed the slight shimmer, and it was only a few feet away by the time he reacted. He fell back a pace instinctively, and the motion saved his life.
 

A plasma blade flared into existence, descending toward his face in a tight arc. It whizzed through the space Nolan had just occupied, humming so close to his face that he could see individual whirls of superheated particles in the beam.

Nolan snapped his wrist forward, igniting his own blade. He lunged forward, ramming it toward where he thought the enemy's chest might be. The disembodied plasma blade snapped up to block, knocking his own aside.
 

A flash of blue streaked by overhead, then two more in rapid succession. Nolan risked a glance behind him, wincing when the saw the target. More and more plasma blasts streaked into the master core, until it finally shuddered and went dark. Whatever force had been holding it in place disappeared, and the cube plummeted toward the table. Nolan sprinted into the room, diving for Atrea. He tackled her out of the way as the cube crashed down where she'd been standing.

"Put your weapons down, Nolan," Kathryn's voice called from up the corridor. "You're outnumbered, and we'd prefer to take you alive."

Four figures shimmered into view as Nolan rose to his feet. Nolan recognized Delta immediately, though the other two cyber Marines were new. All three held plasma rifles, and both Delta and the Marine who'd assaulted Nolan had plasma blades. They were armed with Void Wraith tech, and Nolan guessed the belts accounted for the cloaking fields.
 

"Captain, we must not let them take the cube," Atrea said, groaning as she rose shakily to her feet. "It is all that remains of the master cube."

"Not helping," he said, his eyes never leaving the Marine in front of him. The cyber Marine had taken two steps closer, his plasma blade raised.

If Nolan excelled at any one thing, it was analysis. That was the reason he loved all things tactical--from video games to chess to ship-to-ship combat. He knew how to read a situation, and his read on this one left no room for escape. Kathryn had him dead to rights, and if he tried to fight back all three of them would die. The best he could hope for here was a slight delay, something to buy time for Hannan's squad.

"Before I surrender, I need answers, Kathryn," Nolan said, still watching the Marine. "Why are you doing this? Why are you selling out your race?"

"I'm sorry, Nolan," she said, and from her tone Nolan thought she might actually mean it. "You'll understand soon enough. What's coming is inevitable, and the best way to minimize the loss of life is to give the masters what they want. I'll only say it one more time. Lower your plasma blade. We're rather not kill you."

Nolan flicked his wrist, and the blade winked out. Despair clutched at his heart. He was out of options, and judging from the frantic plasma fire in the distance, Hannan was in no position to help.
 

Chapter 41- Alpha Duel

Edwards wasn't the smartest guy ever to enlist; he knew that. That was part of what had landed him in the 14
th
to begin with. He rarely knew the right thing to do, unless the right thing was bashing an enemy into submission. Unfortunately, his understanding of when that should happen didn't line up with his COs'--until he'd met Hannan.
 

The shift from being a flesh-and-blood Marine to a giant killing machine hadn't really changed Edwards much. It just changed how other people looked at him. Before, they'd tried to restrain him. Now, they pointed him at things they wanted dead. It was his favorite part of being an Alpha.

"I love this job," Edwards said, leaping twenty feet into the air. Streaks of plasma zipped past him, from above and below. One even hit his right foot, scoring the metal but not causing him any pain or discomfort. Edwards took aim at the Judicator who'd fired, its form hunched behind a table. He fired a single burst, and his target simply exploded.

He landed in a crouch behind a shelf, then popped up over it to fire at another pair of Judicators. Both died messily. "My favorite part, is that all that cloaking crap you do doesn't work on me."

Edwards pivoted to face another pair of Judicators.

"Guess what? I can see you." Two more casualties.

"Edwards, stop screwing around," Hannan's voice echoed in his head via the comm. "Someone in your weight class just showed up. Enemy Alpha, eleven o'clock."

Edwards felt a stab of uncertainty, for the first time since he'd woken up in this body. What if the enemy Alpha was a better fighter? If it took him out, the rest of the squad was toast.

So he needed to win. Sarge wanted that thing dead, and Edwards was going to go kill it.

He sprinted along the library's outer ring, kicking aside tables as he circled the room. It didn't take long to spot the other Alpha. It used one hand to fire into the area where Annie and Hannan had taken shelter, and the other to suppress the sniper fire raining down from above.
 

"Hey, ugly!" Edwards roared, pounding across the library floor toward the other Alpha. "These things come with plasma swords. You wanna have a go?" Edwards ignited the blade built into his left arm, skidding to a halt amidst the wreckage caused by exploding Judicators and plasma fire.

The other Alpha turned toward Edwards. It paused for a second as if considering, then extended its right arm. An identical plasma blade appeared, and the Alpha began stalking toward Edwards. As it approached, a smaller Judicator walked in front of it, and the Alpha swatted it aside like a puppy. The Alpha pointed at Edwards, then beckoned with its free hand.

"Guess becoming a robot don't strip away pride," Edwards said, wishing he had a mouth to grin with. He strode forward, launching a brutal strike at the other Alpha. It knocked his blade away, swiping at his side. The blade cut through his armor, exposing circuitry covered in orange fluid.
 

So Edwards punched the Alpha in the face. The move caught his opponent off balance, and in that split second Edwards charged up the rifle underslung along his arm. The enemy Alpha tried to take a step back, but it was far too late. Edwards fired, melting its head to slag. The Alpha collapsed to the floor.

"Yep, definitely love this job."

"Edwards, I've got two more heavies moving into the room. Move your ass," Annie screeched over the comm.

Edwards turned in time to take a blast to the chest that launched him into the shelf behind him. He didn't feel any pain, but the red areas on the HUD were terrifying. That shot had done some real damage.

Chapter 42- Didn't See That Coming