by Chris Lowry
EON TEMPLAR
by
CHRIS LOWRY
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“All sections, report in,” Nova spoke into the com unit in her helmet. She listened as tiny voices filled her headset with data, signaling an all clear, and cursed the darkness.
Bram stood behind her stoically, listening to the same small voices that chattered in her ear. They hadn’t spoken much since that afternoon, but he was still beside her, strong and quiet. She could tell he was angry with himself for failing to find the fugitives. This afternoons search was fruitless.
“All right Troops! Pile in the transports! We’re going home.”
Autohulks, giant crawling behemoths bigger than whales and perched on giant treads, crawled into the road before them. The Troops boarded quickly, all anxious to be safe inside the metal fortress.
Nova watched until the last Suit was in and the doors closed behind them before boarding her own hover car.
Three other cars flew formation above, acting as both honor guard and escort. As one, they turned for HQ and buzzed between the buildings, never straying too far from the slower Autohulks or their leader’s car riding just above them.
“Here they come,” the young pilot told her.
She could see the Mob swarming the streets ahead.
“Not even dark yet,” said Bram from the seat beside her. “They’re getting bolder.”
The Mob swarmed over the Autohulk, beating against the thick hull with sticks, bricks, anything loose and handy, sometimes including each other. They threw their emaciated bodies in front of the treads, screaming incoherent challenges, trying to stop it. They built makeshift formations in the roadway, using abandoned piles of rubble, burned out shells of smaller abandoned Autohulks and hover cars. The lumbering monstrosity rolled right over.
“Ever wonder why they do it?” she asked Bram.
“Never gave it much thought.”
“Night after night, they come out here, their numbers legion. They roam the streets, searching for what? they tear us apart when we encounter them, but never seem to hurt each other. Have you ever seen them fight among themselves?”
“Once when the fighting was close quarters and they may not have meant to.”
“Look at them,” she said. “I wonder what they’re thinking.”
“They don’t think, sir,” the young pilot broke in. “Everyone knows the Mob is mindless, just animals acting on instinct. The reason they attack us is we’re different. Smell, look, I don’t know. But it’s like in any animal kingdom. They usually ignore their own and prey on others. We’re the prey.”
Below them, the Autohulk crept to a stop.
“Why are they stopping,” she asked, reaching for the radio.
The pilot overshot the giant, reversed back.
Nova could see tiny fires erupt on the hull, but wasn’t too concerned. The hull could withstand a thermo nuke. Maltov cocktails didn’t even heat the metal.
“Unit Three, this is the Commander. What’s the holdup?”
“Sorry sir,” the metal voice replied.
“Our right tread is jammed up. We can’t maneuver.”
“Units One, Two, return for interference. Hold tight, Three,” she encouraged.
“Take us closer,” she told her pilot.
“Not a good idea sir. What if they have rockets?”
“If they had rockets, they would have used them by now. Fly in.”
Shaking his head, the pilot swooped in low, just over the heads of the Mob covering the Autohulk.
“We can’t see through them,” Bram confirmed what her own eyes were telling her.
“Three, we’re going to strafe you to clear off the Mob. Everyone buckle in. One, Two follow our lead.”
She took over the controls from the pilot, switching all functions to her station without saying a word. Never batting an eye, the pilot switched his station to gunnery, keying it online.
“Ready sir,”
“Fire at will.”
She brought the car in low, a few meters above the street. She could see through the plas steel canopy the Mob howling, but couldn’t hear it.
She shivered as the plasma blasts ripped through the bodies, clearing a path to the tread.
She pulled up in a steep climb, rolled over and came in behind Two as he made his run.
They were making headway in the circular pattern of death. The Mob seemed to dissolve off the Hulk and melt into the side streets.
“Anyone got a visual on what’s holding up that tread?” she called on the radio.
Unit One pulled alongside her.
“I wasn’t able to get a fix, but-” he squawked into the radio as a missile flared up from a dark alley and plowed into his fin. The hover car spun out of control and into the street, exploding on impact.
Nova jerked her car around, circling a building and blasting the alley with bolts.
“They’re clear,” Bram called from the opposite seat. Three charred and disoriented figures stumbled out of the fire.
“They had their Suits,” she sighed.
“Where’s Baker?” the pilot yelled.
The Mob boiled around the fire and rushed the three survivors.
“They’re on you. Move it!” She called into the com link.
They broke into a shuffling run, moving for the Autohulk.
Nova whipped the hover car around and dove at the Mob.
A misled winged up at her, but the computer projected a trajectory and she flipped the car, watched the rocket trail past her window and arc into the sky.
“What the Hell are they doing?”
They strafed the crowd, followed closely by Two.
“We can’t open the hatch!” the Autohulk driver’s panicked voice crackled on the radio. “It’s jammed.”
“Use another portal!” she ordered.
The Mob edged closer to the three Suits outside the Hulk.
They had their backs to the hull, pistols drawn and fired into the approaching horde.
“We’ve tried,” the driver responded. “They’re all jammed.”
“Ju, you have to use your boots. Retro rocket up, out of the way.”
His voice was tired and full of pain.
“We took a hard landing, sir. None of us work.”
“The Suits are damaged?”
“We feel the heat,” he said, and sounded wet, like a broken rib.
“We’re all hurt and off line.”
“Hang on,” she told them. “Two, give me all the cover you got.”
She turned to the pilot.
“Take over. Bring us in over them and hold it tight and steady. Bram, pop the canopy.”
Bram rummaged under the seat for rope.
“We only got two,” he told her grimly.
“It’ll have to do,” she raised her rifle to shoulder.
“I’m guessing you want me to p
ot shot.”
He smiled at her.
“Who else could I trust?”
The pilot brought them in quick, squeezing off a few bolts to beat the Mob back. Bram popped the cockpit and dropped the robes. Nova leaned over the seat and fired into the Mob below.
“Tie it on,” Bram screamed into his com unit.
Ju took one of the Troopers pistols, acting as guard while the other two tied in. Nova’s eyes blurred at the selfless act.
Bram hauled one up, the other climbed hand over hand. They worked fast, but the Mob was faster.
They closed in on Ju from three sides. He fired over and over again until his charges were out, then threw the empty guns at the approaching menace. Nova shot until her power was out, and grabbed another rifle.
“Get him up here!”
Two made a second pass at the rear, but it didn’t affect the front. The Mob pressed closer.
Bram dropped his pistol to the man below.
Ju scooped it up and shot the closest.
Bram shoved the other Troopers in the back seat and threw the rope over the side. It fell beside Ju. He made a grab for it.
One of the Mob leaped from the hull of the Autohulk and scampered up the dangling rope.
Bram waited for him to reach the car, hit him full in the face, feeling bone crack underneath. The man flew down and away, taking two others when he landed.
“He’s not going to make it,” the pilot screamed.
The Mob pressed closer. His third pistol powered down and Ju was out of time. They grabbed him forcing him down.
Bram tied the other rope around his waist and jumped over the side. He shot a rifle as he fell, clearing a patch directly under him.
Nova leaned over the side and matched him shot for shot.
He landed on top of the Mob, on top of Ju.
Quick blows and rifle butts knocked them off and Ju grabbed Bram by the waist. He hit his retro rockets and they shot up to the hover car.
The Mob howled in mindless rage.
A missile shot out of an alley, streaked between the cockpit and canopy. It knocked Nova flat in the afterblast.
Two flew in, lighting up the street with sonic charges. The miniature sonic bombs blasted shock waves into the Mob, knocked them off the Hulk, sending them to the ground.
Bram shoved Ju over the side of the car, and hauled himself in. He shook his head. Even the thick helmets couldn’t absorb all the shock of a sonic boom. His ears would ring for days.
“Call in reserves,” he gasped at the pilot.
“Done, sir.”
Bram looked at the towering HQ. He could see flashes of light as hover cars took off to fly cover.
The battle was over though, as far as he could tell. The Mob would beat against the hull all night.
At daylight tomorrow, the Troops would bring another Autohulk to transfer everyone into for the ride back. It would be a rough sleep for the men and women trapped inside, but they were Troopers. They were tough.
He examined Ju and the other two Troopers. Both were in shock, and Ju looked bad.
The Mob had worked him over hard, even with the protection of the Suit. The medical Computer would spend a long time with him.
Bram turned to Nova, but she knocked his hand off her shoulder, brooding.
“Are you hurt?”
“I lost one of my men,” she pouted.
Bram lowered his head for Baker.
“It’s not easy,” he rubbed the back of his head.
“Take us home,” he ordered the pilot.
“We can’t go yet,” she said, fishing for an argument.
The pilot looked from Bram to the Commander and back again.
“Take us home. We have injured comrades. If you want to bring a car back and camp out up here, you can.”
She sighed.
“Take us home,” she looked over her shoulder at Bram.
“Tell me they’ll be safe.”
“They’re in an Autohulk. They’re safer than we’ll be at HQ.”
“What were they doing?” They are something different tonight.”
Bram shook his head.
“Same old Mob. Just destroying.”
“We’re different,” the pilot added.
The hover cars arrived and painted the streets below in fire.
Nova hunkered in her seat for the ride back to HQ. She was worried about her men, but something the pilot said nagged at the back of her mind, tugging at her even as she fell into a fitful sleep.
“We’re different,” he said.
And that’s what Robe said about the Templar.
The car flew through the night sky, Robe handling the controls. It was full to capacity, and everyone was glad the Doctor preferred an older model car with a wider body and bigger seats.
The interior allowed Bruce, Pip and Darwin to squeeze into the back seat. The Templar rode shotgun, his young companion’s plasma rifle held across his knee.
“Keep an eye out,” Robe warned him as they piled in the car at twilight.
“Sometimes the Mob will knock fliers out of the sky.”
“With what?”
“Surface retro’s,” Pip whispered as she climbed past him.
“Rockets? We were searching for a cache of rockets that were supposed to be hidden in some mountain.”
“Never found them?” Darwin asked.
“It was an ongoing search.”
Darwin nodded, familiar with the concept.
The ride so far was uneventful. Robe handled the craft with ease and experience.
“Have you decided where we are going?”
“Take us to the coast. We will find a boat there.”
Robe laughed.
“If you tell me what island you want to go to, I can fly us there.”
Pip groaned from the backseat and rearranged her shoulders.
“I don’t want to go-” Bruce started for the fifth time. Pip elbowed him in the ribs, cutting him off.
“You’re a part of the team now Brucy, better get used to it.”
The Templar unfolded the paper map that Darwin had printed out in his lab. He pointed to a small cluster of islands a few miles from the coast.
“We can make it there easy,” said Robe.
“But isn’t it a little close to the City?”
“They won’t think to look for us there, will they? That is what you told me.”
Robe nodded.
“I don’t think they will. We never searched for a fugitive before.”
“You have had many fugitives?”
Robe tilted his head in concentration.
“None that I can remember. Pip?”
“Not that I know of.”
“There none since I’ve been involved either,” added the Doctor.
“Then we do not know what they will do,” finished the Templar.
“These are close. We can go further if we need.”
Robe keyed in the coordinates and leaned back, staring across the horizon.
“We should be there in a few hours.”
There were few cars in the early morning hours. Windows in the upper floors of the buildings winked on as they passed, people rising from the night to go about whatever business they had.
The Templar spied a glow several blocks to their north.
“What is that?” he pointed.
Robe studied it, but Pip spoke.
“Looks like the Mob caught an Autohulk out after dark.”
“Should we help?” the Templar asked.
“That’s what the hulks are made for,” said Robe. “They could outlive the Mob holed up in that thing.”
The Templar turned in his seat, pinned Darwin with his icy gaze.
“Tell me about the Mob.”
Darwin looked up from his laptop, a puzzled expression on his face.
“What do you mean?”
“Tell me how it came into existence. What is it? How does it function?”
“I don’t know.”
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br /> “But you are supposed to know.”
“Not my area. Everyone we sent for information never came back. Bruce, did you study them?”
“No sir,” Bruce sulked.
“Sorry, we can’t tell you what we don’t know. Maybe I should tell you about the First Computer War instead. I know that.”
“I know about the Mob,” Pip whispered.
Robe turned around to watch her.
“Tell me then,” ordered the Templar.
“I did a query on them when I first enlisted. My parents were caught in a breach, before the Computer made plas-steel.”
“What is a breach?”
“They broke through the bottom floors of buildings, wiped out everyone. We used to use metal bars to hold them out, but they broke sometimes. It’s why the Suits were made, to fight them.”
“You don’t fight them during the day.”
“I know, they disappear. The Troops searched for awhile. But we couldn’t find anything. At night, they would show up out of nowhere, by the thousands. After plas-steel, it was just easier to follow curfew and stay inside. The Computer said it was for the best.”
“If you couldn’t find anything, how could you know about them?”
She picked at her hands, fidgeting.
“They killed my parents. So I accessed some files tucked away on a sub-directory. I found them. They didn’t tell me much. After each war, people just came to the City, refugees I guess. The people living in here were used to a certain way of life, and the immigrants just weren’t a part of that. But instead of killing them off or sending them on their way, they ignored them. No food, no shelter, no computers, nothing. Soon the Mobs were roaming the streets, rioting and stuff. The peace officers were outnumbered.”
She fidgeted.
“And Conrad founded the Troops to protect the citizens of the City. He designed the Suits to protect us. The Troops cleared off the streets, the Mob vanished. Everyone thought they went away, but they hid and got stronger, and more mindless and violent. They started showing up at night, big groups of them attacking anyone out. Troops would respond, but we lost a lot of men in those days. It just got easy to let them have the night.”
“The Computer couldn’t help” she continued.
“It said the Mob was necessary, but it wouldn’t say why. So it proposed the curfew. I grew up with it, so it’s no big deal to me. My folks used to complain about it. When they were younger, they said they would go on moonlit walks. I’ve always wanted to do that.”
