The Shadow Order - Books 1 - 8 + 120 Seconds (The complete series): A Space Opera

by Michael Robertson

  The moon shone down on Reyes and the others as they moved slowly into the cold night. Every step forward pulled them away from the sanctuary of the crashed shuttle. The sanctuary and prison of the crashed shuttle.

  They had to keep moving forward. “We need to pick up our pace a little,” Reyes called. They’d told the Crimson Destroyer they’d be five to eight minutes; hopefully, they’d live up to that promise.

  Reyes led the line with her torches raised. They still had a perimeter of about three metres. If they worked as a team, they should be able to get out of there like she’d hoped.

  The cold bite in the air sank its teeth into Reyes, combining with the adrenaline in her blood and sending a heavy shake through her. It turned her stuttered breaths into condensation.

  Although she glanced behind once or twice, Reyes fought to keep her attention in front of her. Especially with how the WO scowled at the blinding light of her head torch each time she did it. She looked at the beasts. She looked at the unknown darkness beyond them. Everything seemed farther away at night.

  The slow thudding march of the creatures’ heavy footsteps kept in time with the Commandos. When the beasts breathed, their throats rattled as if they had a loose flap in them. Every time they moved their heads—sweeping them side to side like they had during the day—their blood-red eyes caught the light from the torches. Deep detached pits, they contained the hunger to destroy and nothing else.

  “Is everyone okay?” Reyes said, watching the creatures increase in number around them.

  The group continued to shuffle forward, but no one replied. And how could they? How could anyone be okay with their current situation?

  “WO?” Reyes asked.

  “Just focus on you,” came the grizzled reply from the wounded man in the middle of them. His pain rode his words, the walk clearly a great strain for him.

  Where Henry had been a team member, and a colourful one at that, he now served as no more than a marker for Reyes. Their dead brother—the Marine closest to the shuttle—they moved past him as they plunged farther into the cove. They were finding their rhythm and picking up the pace a little. Good job. Maybe they would get out of there in time.

  More creatures appeared around the Commandos the deeper they walked into the cove. Now thirty of the things at least, more were coming all the time. The darkness made it hard to tell exact numbers. All of them clearly waited for their one chance to tear what remained of the platoon to shreds.

  Reyes kept her eyes up when they passed Huat, Carlile, and McTavish. Bodies without heads and heads without bodies. At least their deaths had been quick. On some planets, against other creatures, they would have suffered more. Apparently on Manixed, they had a tiny parasite that ate away beneath the skin until it fell off like an oversized epidermal suit. It was rumoured to be the most painful death in the known universe. Not that it helped her feel any less sad about her dead friends.

  The moon lit up the narrow pass at the end of the cove and ran a silver highlight over the landscape. It showed the moving beasts as more of the creatures streamed in and joined those already around them. A steady stampede of the things, they’d all turned up in the hope the Commandos would falter.

  “There’s hundreds of them,” Patel said, panic rising in his voice.

  “Keep your head,” Reyes shot back. “They’re not getting any closer because they can’t. As long as we keep this up, we’ll be okay. It doesn’t matter how many arrive. Everyone just needs to stay calm.” It took all she had to keep the warble from her voice.

  They finally passed the lump of sand where Adoteng had been laid to rest. It felt like a lifetime ago since they’d ventured out of the shuttle for the first time to bury her. The exhaustion in Reyes’ bones trebled to think of the past few days.

  Once they’d passed Jones’ body, Reyes nodded to herself. It served as a landmark to show them they’d made it farther out than anyone else.

  Reyes looked at the creatures. Still pressed back by the light, she nodded again. “We’re doing this, guys. We’re going to get out of here.” Hopefully all the grenades had gone off around them. They didn’t need to stand on one like the last team had.

  The narrow pass stretched less than ten metres wide. When the Commandos entered it, their torchlight hit the walls on either side. It left no space for the creatures, who had to walk in front of and behind them until they stepped out of the other end.

  With the walls lit up, the glow brighter than before, the effect seemed more obvious. It started as just a flicker and Reyes turned to see which Commando had lowered their beam. It came from Patel’s direction. Again! “Patel, what the hell are you doing?”

  Before he could reply, his torch blinked out.

  “Patel?” Reyes said again. “What’s happening?”

  The crack of Patel hitting his torch snapped through the tight passage. “It’s stopped working,” he said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I dunno. It’s like the charge has run out.”

  Reyes freed the third torch from her helmet and passed it back to him. “Here, use this one.”

  The WO spoke up next. “Did you not think about the solar charge?”

  A look at Patel and Reyes saw him discard the torch attached to his gun. He replaced it with the one she’d sent back. She then looked at the WO. “Many of the torches have been outside for hours, if not days. And we’ve not used the ones inside. I figured they’d all be fully charged.”

  “The ones we had inside might still be okay, although the heat might have gotten to them. And you know some suns give off a different solar power, right?”

  “And you’re telling me this now?”

  “I didn’t think about it before.”

  Before Reyes could snipe back at the WO, another torch flickered against the wall of the narrow pass. The creatures in front of and behind them became more animated, their rattling breaths speeding up.

  “Shit,” Reyes said.

  Chapter 20

  Now. Thirteen dead.

  By the time they’d travelled the length of the twenty-metre-long pass, they were six torches down. Reyes kept two at the front and Austin—who’d swapped places with Patel—kept two at the back. The WO had handed over both of his torches already.

  The strong beam in front of and behind the group kept the creatures about three metres away. Although, they’d have to step out of the narrow pass at some point. When they did that, the light wouldn’t be as strong on either side of them. It could prove fatal.

  However, if they waited in the tight passage, they’d run out of light completely. “We need to keep moving,” Reyes said. “Keep all of your torches raised and keep shining them at the approaching creatures. Hopefully we’ll have enough light to get us to the LZ.”

  “Hopefully?” the WO said, but Reyes ignored him.

  First out of the narrow pass, Reyes’ heartbeat shook her entire frame. As the others followed her, she slipped her finger over the trigger of her gun and watched the slathering beasts in front.

  The creatures pushed in much tighter on either side of the group. What had been about thirty to fifty of them before they’d entered the pass had now doubled at least. More were arriving all the time. They towered over the troops, waiting for more light to fail.

  Where they’d had three metres, they only had one on either side now. The Commandos became more active with their torches, shining them in the faces of the creatures. It drove back the ones that got too close, the occasional sound of rushing rock as they turned to stone.

  “That’s it,” Reyes said. “We can keep them at bay.”

  The stink of the monsters intensified the closer they got. Their slathering breaths rattled all around the group, the reek of their halitosis thick because of the density of the crowd. It smelled like they’d eaten meat for their entire lives and never washed their mouths.

  Another torch went out. The monsters on that side roared, lunged forwards, and were driven back by Singh, who thrust h
er torchlight at the closest one. It turned to a pile of rocks and the beasts beside it stepped back while sending frustrated and sharp snaps of their jaws at the Commandos.

  Three more torches went in quick succession.

  “What the hell are we going to do, Reyes?” Platt said as they redistributed the lights. One each now and none for the WO.

  “Are we at the LZ?” Reyes asked.

  The WO said, “I don’t know. They said when we get out of the passageway, they should be able to land.”

  The moonlight showed Reyes they were in a wide-open space. It should be large enough for the Crimson Destroyer to touch down. But with such poor visibility because of the thick press of beasts, she couldn’t be sure.

  The creatures at the front and back moved in closer. A metre clearance all around, Reyes kept jabbing her torch out to hold them back. Her finger tensed on the trigger of her gun, but she couldn’t shoot. If she fired, the others would too. “Don’t use your weapons,” she said to the group. Although she said it more to remind herself than the others. “The second we fight, we lose our torchlight and they’ll tear us apart.”

  The team stopped so Simpson, Platt, and Patel could pull into the middle with the WO. They handed their torches to the ones on the outside. Reyes, Singh, Holmes, and Austin formed a circle around them and kept their torches flashing in the faces of the monsters.

  Two more torches went out. Back down to one each. One more and they were done for.

  The beast closest to Reyes lurched forwards. She drove it back with her torch on the end of her gun. Then the beam flickered.

  Chapter 21

  Now. Thirteen dead.

  The flicker seemed to last an age, taunting Reyes before her torch finally blinked off. She flinched, closed her eyes, and waited for a large hand to clamp over the top of her head.

  Instead, she heard a loud whoom. Bright light came close to blinding her, even through her closed eyelids.

  When Reyes opened her eyes, she saw even less, the stark white glare flooding her vision.

  After she’d recovered her sight, Reyes looked up to see the vast illuminated ring of a giant ship coming down on top of them. It lit up the landscape as if it were daytime and showed her the extent of the creatures around them.

  Hundreds upon hundreds of rock formations littered the ground as far out as Reyes could see. They were milliseconds away from being torn to shreds.

  Before Reyes could say anything, a voice boomed down on them through a loudspeaker. “Good work, Shuttle Eight Seven Four, we’re coming down now.”

  The huge ship lowered towards them, the ground shaking with the vibration of its large engines. It made sense why they needed a more appropriate LZ now. The Crimson Destroyer might have fitted in the cove, but the needle-like rocks would have made it impossible to land without taking damage.

  The ship whipped up the air around them, tossing Reyes’ hair and creating a sandstorm. She hugged herself for warmth and flinched against the blasting from the tiny grains as she waited for the vessel to land.

  The Crimson Destroyer touched down with a loud thud. A hatch opened and a ramp extended from it.

  Reyes stood to one side and ushered the other Commandos on before her. She watched the rocks around them, her finger still on the trigger of her gun. The beasts probably wouldn’t come to life, but she couldn’t risk it.

  One by one, the Commandos patted her shoulder before jumping onto the ship.

  The WO took up the rear, and when he got there, he nodded into the Crimson Destroyer. “After you, rookie.”

  A shake of her head and Reyes smiled at him. “I led this mission. I go last.”

  The WO smiled back. She hadn’t seen him do that in months. The slight glaze of tears covered his steel-grey eyes and he stared at her for a moment, taking her in like he used to when she was a kid. “You know I had to go hard on you, right?”

  Reyes nodded.

  “Well done.” His voice wavered from his emotions threatening to disarm him. He cleared his throat. “We would have all died were it not for you.”

  Reyes smiled back, resisting the urge to hug him. They’d lost too many people already, but they hadn’t lost them all. She’d grieve when she got home. For now, she needed to be thankful. “Thanks, Dad. I like to think I learned from the best.” She winked at him. “Now get your old arse on that ship.”

  Ends.

  Eradication - Book four of The Shadow Order

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  Michael Robertson

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  Eradication - Book four of The Shadow Order is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, situations, and all dialogue are entirely a product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously and are not in any way representative of real people, places or things.

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  Chapter 1

  Seb looked up into the glowing yellow eyes of the huge mech on the other side of the arena. The mech stared right back at him, leaning forwards, looming over him. His hands were cold, but when he balled them into fists, they felt stronger than they ever had, like he could punch through rock … through metal.

  Twice Seb’s height, if not more, the gigantic steel brute charged at him, the floor shaking beneath its heavy steps. It dipped its head as it ran and clenched its large fists as if in mockery of the puny human form it faced. A massive metal humanoid, each of its balled hands were the size of boulders.

  Despite Seb’s slow-motion perspective of the fight, the huge beast closed the space between them in a flash. What had been an expanse of clinical-white floor was reduced to just a few metres in a blink. Thankfully, he didn’t have to see it move in real time.

  Seb scanned the beast’s large body, but he couldn’t see a weak spot on the chrome monstrosity. When it pulled its right arm back, he did all he could at that moment and ducked its wild swing. Not that avoiding a fight would keep him alive for long; he had to take the thing down somehow.

  The mech’s momentum carried it past Seb. The vibration of its footsteps ran an earthquake through the floor, blurring his vision. It made it impossible to see the pneumatic pole that punched from its waist. As thick as Seb’s torso, it jabbed into his side, driving the wind from his body and sending him flying across the arena as if he weighed nothing.

  Seb’s entire skeleton shook with the vibration of hitting the wall and nausea clamped tight in his guts. The metallic taste of his own blood flooded his mouth.

  A second or two passed where Seb fought to stay conscious. Were it not for the heavy steps descending on him again, he might have let himself black out completely.

  Standing up on wobbly legs, Seb pulled a deep breath into his lungs. After spitting a mouthful of red on the white floor, he fought to get his breath back as the mech closed on him once again.

  The brute lifted both of its large fists this time, its glowing eyes fixed on Seb as it charged forward. Its silence as it ran unnerved Seb more than anything. Sure, the effect of its actions made sounds, but whenever he’d had an opponent, he could hear their struggle in their grunts and snarls. He could measure their fatigue. The mech fought with a cold and clinical detachment. The only tiredness this opponent would feel would come when its batteries drained. Designed to bring about his utter destruction, and clearly more than capable of the task, it brought its fists crashing down at him.

  Seb rolle
d to the side and jumped to his feet again. The boom of the mech’s blow shook the arena, and he struggled to remain upright. Cracks splintered away from where the mech hit the floor and streaked through the white expanse as if the hard concrete was made of glass. The blow would have turned him to mist had he been caught beneath it.

  A glance up at the window to the spectator area and Seb saw Moses smiling down on the fight. Acid burned in his guts to watch the smug grin on his shark face.

  Deceptively fast for its size, the mech spun on Seb again. Its plain chrome body no doubt hid more surprises like the battering ram in its waist. It picked up speed as it charged forward.

  Seb pulled in a deep breath of the bleach-scented air and waited as the creature closed in on him.

  At the last moment, he rolled to the side again to avoid another hard attack. The entire arena shook again, the windows to the spectator area buzzing from the second pounding against the floor. It left a similar crater to the first one.

  Now the gargantuan had its back to Seb, he darted forward and landed two quick punches to the beast’s kidney area. His blows felt cold and hard, and they left two large dents on the monster’s chrome body. If he punched any harder, it felt like he could get through the mech’s outer shell. Although, despite his power, it seemed to only do cosmetic damage to the large figure. It hadn’t slowed it down one jot.

  The mech turned around and ran at him again. A circular saw popped from its waist. The mech wore it like a spinning tutu. The galaxy’s most dangerous Swiss Army knife, Seb gulped to look at its latest weapon.

  The saw blade rotated so fast it turned into a blur, even in slow motion. The high-pitched whine of it bounced around the enclosed space like a dentist’s drill; the scream of it turned his knees weak.