Battle Earth V

by Nick S. Thomas

  “It’s okay. I knew. She told me. I just didn’t want you to think we had any secrets.”

  Taylor shook his head as he knocked back a drink.

  “It was the right thing to do, you know,” Jones carried on.

  Taylor was taken aback.

  “It was the kindest thing to do. Kept alive, they’d be lab rats for scientists. They’d be poked, prodded, injected with poisons and experimented on, like they did to us.”

  “And you don’t think we could have taken prisoners?”

  “Maybe someday, but not now. This is a war of uncertainty. Chandra, she showed pity on them and ended their misery.”

  Taylor thought Jones had finally overcome his ordeal, but it was clear it still weighed heavily on him.

  Perhaps he is right. Taylor thought.

  He remembered the squalid and disgusting conditions he had found Jones in so long ago, and imagined what it could have been like.

  Would it have been kinder to have been killed there and then, when he was captured?Maybe, but then Jones wouldn’t be here today.

  “You think General White will return with the armies we need?” asked Jones.

  “How’d you know that’s what he is doing?”

  “Oh, come on. This is total war, not a few skirmishes. We all know this opening operation was just a test. The real fighting is yet to come.”

  “We should have just destroyed the gateway and be done with it,” muttered Taylor.

  “They said it couldn’t be done?”

  “Bullshit. I know Reiter, and he could have found a way. They don’t want that gateway destroyed because they see opportunity; politicians and desk jockeys who don’t ever have to carry a rifle and bleed and die to pursue their goals.”

  “You really believe that to be the case? You think Earth leaders would risk it all?”

  “Of course. Curiosity has got the better of them, and we have to pay the price for that. This war is long from over, years from being over. They say we won the first war, but the truth is it never ended. While that gateway remains, and both our civilisations exist, there can be no peace.”

  “I thought I was the cynical one. You’ve made two friends from their race. Why not more?” replied Jones.

  “Don’t get me wrong. I am glad to have them, but I think we are a world away from convincing any others to join us. And even if you could, they would never be trusted. Jafar and Tsengal have enough trouble as it is, and they proved themselves to me personally. No, I think that is a unique situation which we will not see repeated anytime soon.”

  “Is there no way you could convince the powers that be to close the gateway for good?”

  Taylor shook his head and rolled it around. His neck was stiff; he was aching from inactivity.

  “Maybe there is a chance if we ever get back home, but what am I? Just a combat officer, not an adviser to Command, or to the President, or to world leaders.”

  “No, but you hold more power than you believe. That statue in Paris, it’s of you, you defeating Karadag. It is you people think of when they remember the soldiers who won this war.”

  “Soldier? I’ll be a marine for as long as I live.”

  “You know what I’m saying. People know your face, and they will listen to what you have to say.”

  If indeed Jones was right, Taylor knew it was an immense amount of responsibility being placed on his shoulders to act in ways he had no experience of.

  “I will do everything I can when we return home.”

  “And you think that will be anytime soon?”

  “We either lose here and run for home, or we win and the problem is no longer apparent.”

  Jones breathed out a weary sigh.

  “You’re just a paragon of positivity this evening.”

  The next day they sat around the operations table as they listened to a live report being given by Chandra from Red 1. The distance between them caused a delay in the signal of almost ten seconds, but it was small enough to still communicate live. She stood next to a block of cylinders standing twenty metres high.

  “Reiter says this is where the air is coming from. They somehow generate a mix not so different to what we have on earth. They are drawing it from ice lakes far beneath the surface. In fact, they pump enough into the atmosphere to make it tolerable in short doses. He now believes that within the confines of the colony, we should be able to breathe for prolonged periods without concern.”

  “What do you define by prolonged periods?”

  “Years of breathing this in to cause a problem,” she replied.

  Huber rubbed his chin as they all thought about what they were seeing and hearing.

  “At every turn the creatures seem more and more like us,” Taylor said.

  “Yes. We have also found an interesting few pieces of technology that we have not seen before, on top of the Goliath we encountered. I want to send Doctor Reiter back to the fleet with his findings, so he can continue his work in a safer environment.”

  “Affirmative, Colonel. He is more than welcome back aboard the Washington.”

  “I’ll have him on his way within a day.”

  “Have you any recent sightings of the enemy?” asked Huber.

  “None, Sir, but we are ready and prepared for them, should they try and retake the colony.”

  “Good work, Colonel.”

  “Sir, I have to ask. It seems we’re being left out here as bait. General White has returned to Earth. What are his and your intentions?”

  Taylor smiled that she didn’t pull any punches, yet remained polite whilst doing so.

  “You know as much as I, Colonel. I believe, based on our success, we will be reinforced within a few weeks. At such time, we will continue into enemy territory. Any more questions?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Keep us up-to-date with any finds, Huber out.”

  The transmission cut off, and the Admiral turned to Taylor.

  “You see, Taylor. She’s doing just fine. A damn fine officer that one.”

  Taylor knew he had no choice but to settle back into normal life on the Washington. They were light years away from home, and yet were being order to lay idle as if there was no war.

  “Sir, what kind of recon and fleet protection details are you currently running?”

  “We have scouts out five ten kilometres in all directions. Fighters are on two-hour flybys. We’re ready for anything. I hope you will be to.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Taylor didn’t let up on his guard duties and drills. He had eight hundred under his command, with those of Inter-Allied and the ship’s own marines. They might as well all be marines, considering their recent posting. The more he navigated the carrier and carried out drills, the more he realised it was simply not enough in the event of a major boarding action.

  The ship’s crew would have to become combat ready in the event of such an attack, but he knew they lacked much of the equipment. They had spare Reitech weapons and ammo, but without the exoskeleton suits, they had to be treated as heavy weapons on mounts and tripods. It was better than nothing but far from ideal. He had several Navy heavy weapon teams stationed around the bridge on a permanent basis. The design of the ship had made them all believe the Command Centre was safe from all but catastrophic failure or destruction of the ship, but recent events had proven otherwise.

  When they left Earth, the fleet felt invincible. Their quick victory had only fed the ego of the crew, and that worried Taylor more than anything. Huber understood the risks and knew they just got by in their first battle, but he couldn’t bring himself to sour the morale of the fleet by pointing it out.

  Taylor prowled the corridors of the ship, expecting to find an enemy intruder at any moment. His attitude amused many aboard, who arrogantly believed they were superior to their enemy. Taylor knew a battle was coming. He knew it would be brutal, and he knew there was nothing more he could do about it.

  Chapter 8

  Chandra stood by a drone they�
�d become accustomed to seeing in combat with the enemy. It was partially disassembled and parts she had not seen before lay nearby. Tools and component lay everywhere, as well as a storage room filled with another dozen inactive pieces.

  “Looks like they were trying to modify and upgrade,” she said to Tsengal.

  “Yes, I have not seen some of these components.”

  “This whole planet seems to be devoted to the development of weapons. It’s not what I’d expected to find.”

  Tsengal looked at her as if to ask why but did not speak.

  “Throughout this entire war, we have been researching and evolving our equipment, more so in two years than the last two hundred. I just didn’t expect to find them doing the same.”

  “Our former leaders underestimated the humans. A mistake they are rapidly trying to correct, by the looks.”

  “Back on Earth, we found scores of humans, or what looked like humans in some kind of incubation chambers. Do you know anything of them?”

  He shook his head.

  “I am sorry, Colonel.”

  A transmission came in to her personal comms link.

  “Colonel Chandra. Colonel Chen is requested your presence at the CP immediately.”

  Her curiosity turned to concern. She had been waiting for bad news for days.

  “Come on let’s go!”

  She took to a running pace. Several of the troops they passed on the way turned in surprise and reached for their weapons. They could all see it was serious, and yet even she didn’t yet know the reason for such an emergency. The two of them rushed into the Command centre that they had established in what seemed to be the docking bay control room.

  Passing through the guards and the entrance, the Colonel could already see the worry in the faces of those waiting for her. The three Battalion commanders were all gathered around a table that had a map of their area displayed. She rushed up to them without a word, looking to Colonel Chen for answers.

  “We have confirmed sightings of the enemy, Ma’am.”

  “What’s their strength?”

  “Unknown, but it’s not small. They’re coming right for us. At their current speed, we have about eight hours until they arrive.”

  “We should prepare our defences,” Major Warren added.

  Chandra nodded in agreement. The Commando officer was thinking exactly as she did.

  “We’ve got what, less than three thousand troops? Enough to hold off a scouting party or small assault, maybe more with the terrain here. But if they come at us hard, like we have seen so many times...” continued Chen.

  Major Klimenko’s fist smashed down on the table like iron. It made them all jump in shock. The Russian marine stood taller than everyone in the room, except for Tsengal, and his cold fearless expression spoke a thousand words.

  “The time for giving up ground is over!” he boomed. “We will spill their blood on their land.”

  Chen shook his head in disbelief.

  “How can you...” he continued.

  “Enough!” Chandra shouted. “We came here to fight, so I don’t want to hear any talk of bugging out. We have no idea what we are dealing with yet. We have a strong position here, with enough troops to defend it.”

  The room went silent as Chen swallowed his words.

  “There may come a time when we have to turn tail and run, but that is the very last resort. We’ve been ordered to defend this colony, and we will do so until we are no longer able.”

  “Suicide? That’s what you are asking of us?” asked Chen.

  Chandra took a deep breath. She knew Chen was a good man and a solid officer. She didn’t want to insult him.

  “You fought hard to save the Moon Colony, against all odds. That battle assisted all of us on Earth. As important as that fight was, so could this one be. If we do not stand in the face of the enemy, who will?”

  Chen accepted her words, as he knew there was no chance of changing her mind.

  “At least request assistance from the fleet,” he pleaded.

  “I will do so, but no matter their answer, our task is set. I know the breaches we made here have already been sealed, but I’d like them checked and reinforced if need be. You all have your areas marked out. I’ll attach myself to Major Warren’s commandos for now. You have a good few hours. Let’s make this as defensible as we possibly can.”

  They turned and left. Chandra stood her ground and continued to survey the map of the colony. She could see they had more than enough troops to defend the confined underground facility. She turned to her comms operator.

  “Get the Admiral for me.”

  * * *

  Taylor had been called to the bridge. He knew it must be important. The Admiral was well aware he was partaking in hull breach drills and defence practices. He didn’t like being interrupted when he was running such drills, as they could mean life or death for many of them. He stepped onto the bridge with a scowl, but it was quickly wiped from his face with a few simple words from Huber.

  “Colonel Chandra in on the link.”

  He quickly stepped up to the briefing table where a projection displayed a video feed.

  “Please carry on, Colonel,” Huber ordered.

  “As I was saying, Sir, we have confirmed enemy incoming in unknown but large number.”

  “Are they heading for you or us?” asked Taylor.

  “Hard to say as their path runs towards you, but we’re right in the middle, so you can bet your arse they’re going to want this place back.”

  “We should reinforce Red 1, Sir,” insisted Taylor to Huber.

  Huber thought about it for a few seconds before directing his question to Chandra.

  “What is your analysis of the situation, Colonel?”

  “Sir, we have enough strength to effectively defend this colony against a sizeable attack. It is my belief that we should make all efforts to defend this place. If the enemy are heading for the gateway, then they are heading for Earth. The longer we can hold them back, the better prepared our colonies will be.”

  “You think a few hours or days could make a difference to that?” he asked.

  “In the past, I would have said no, but our production, recruitment and training is at an all time high. Every day Earth gains to develop its strength could be vital in determining the outcome of a second invasion.”

  Taylor could see Huber already agreed with her. They had all witnessed the vast shipyards slaving away and putting new ships into space, in what seemed like a daily basis.

  “I will not order you to stay on Red 1, Colonel, but I do believe staying there is the right decision. As you know, we cannot quickly assist you, and if the fleet comes under attack, we may well be unable to provide any extra help.”

  “Understood, Sir.”

  “Request for Inter-Allied to return to assist the Colonel, Sir,” Taylor asked.

  I know it’s a long shot, but I had to ask.

  “Denied, we need the best we have here on the the Washington, to protect us in the event of another breach.”

  “We’ll be fine here, Mitch. I’ve got some of the very finest troops at my disposal. We bled for this land. I’m not willing to give it up without a fight.”

  Taylor nodded in agreement. He was well used to the Colonel’s stubbornness.

  “You look after yourself.”

  “Always.”

  “Good luck, Colonel,” Huber added.

  “And to you, Sir.”

  The projection stopped, and Taylor was once more struck by the realisation he was again divided from friends.

  * * *

  Time flew by on Red 1 as the troops hastened to prepare the defences. Enough hours had passed, and they now waited for the inevitable attack. Chandra sat in the CP with just five other personnel. All the other officers were stationed at their designated zones. Her platoon waited at the door for her.

  All were silent as she waited for some news from the staff sat at their stations. She sat upright and sternly, with a s
traight back. Her rifle lay on the table next to her. They had no planetary defence batteries or fighters to engage the enemy. All they could do was wait for the enemy to come to them. Her comms operator, Corporal Bradley waited anxiously for information more than any of them.

  “Ma’am, we have identified forty vessels so far.”

  She nodded in response.

  They had little idea of the enemy strength based on that information, other than it was more than a mere scouting party.

  “Transmit all information to the fleet live while you still can.”

  She could see the fear in the operator’s face. It was a gloomy outlook to be trapped in a siege.

  “Don’t worry, this is only the beginning. They’re going to wish they’d never met the human race.”

  She was trying her best to boost all their morale, but she wasn’t sure they believed her. She had the opportunity to smash an enemy army on their own soil, and yet she could not get the support she wanted or needed to do the job properly.

  Why will they not commit the fleet?

  She knew defending the gateway was important, but taking the fight to the enemy would have protected it also, or at least she believed so.

  “They have passed within five kilometres, Ma’am.”

  “And they have not fired?”

  The man shook his head.

  Why? They must know we now occupy this place, so why would they not shell the colony? What is so important about it?

  Ever since she had arrived on the planet, she had felt there was more to learn there than they had seen or found so far. The waiting game was a dreadful experience for them all. Finally, the comms operator spoke again.

  “Incoming craft landing on the surface.”

  “Still not a single shot fired? No bombs dropped?”

  “No, Ma’am.”

  “Then our odds just improved. They want this colony badly enough to not risk its destruction. That’s the first bit of good news I’ve heard all day.”

  He could see what she was saying, but it was little relief when the wolves were at their door.