Eye of the Storm

by John Ringo

  "The human team is attempting to shut down the enemy's guns," Tuthiri replied, calmly. His fur, though, was rippling in distress. "The Imeg is preventing that. Also attempting to shut down our systems as well as trying to get the fusion drives to explode. We are preventing that. It is the best we can do at the moment. The Imeg is . . . powerful."

  "Do we abort?" Jeff asked.

  There was no reply.

  Shaina, Sissy thought. We could use some help here.

  We are strengthening the shuttle's shields, Shaina replied. As well as protecting the ship. We cannot engage the Imeg nor its ship directly.

  Well, I'm not sure there's enough of us to stop this bastard, Sissy thought. Kang, watch your ass.

  "Kang?" Jake said. "Mentat Kang? Glasshoppah?"

  "Not . . . now . . ." Kang replied, his jaw tight. "This bastard is . . ."

  "Do we need to abort?"

  "Can your forces fight through the defenders without help?" Kang asked.

  "Yes."

  "Then, no, we do not need to abort."

  "Failure in mass driver controls," the gunnery officer snapped. "Mass drivers nonresponsive."

  "Track it down," Jeff replied.

  "Back up," Guns said, looking puzzled. "Continuing engagment."

  "The Imeg is breaking through," Tuthiri said. "The lower level Imeg is holding reality on his ship while the higher level is attacking the Des Moines and the shuttles."

  "I felt that," Daisy said, working her shoulder. "He'd better watch it or he's going to piss me off. And he doesn't want to piss me off."

  "Maneuvering to dock," the shuttle pilot said.

  The Banshee went through one of those maneuvers that was only possible in space, spinning through three dimensions and slamming its rear into the hull of the Hedren ship. Tractor clamps locked it in place as flexible seals slapped onto the armor of the warship.

  "On and locked," she snapped. "Go, Colonel!"

  As the lock dilated outward Payback slapped a heavy-duty burn patch onto the hull.

  "Clear!"

  The patch began to flare with eye-searing brilliance then got even hotter and stronger than normal.

  "What the . . . ?"

  "Kang's reinforcing," Mosovich said. "All teams, lock and load!"

  The patch burned through the refractory hull in mere seconds, then the cut section of hull slammed outwards, bouncing off of the interior bulkhead. The seals were not perfect and the gaseous metal from the cutting patch was sucked out to the side in a torrent of wind from the interior of the ship.

  The DAG teams ignored the wind, hopped over the low and very hot coaming, then spread out on the interior of the Hedren ship.

  "Clear," Mangler said as he took a knee in the corridor. The light on the ship was low and a weird violet. But his combat goggles quickly adjusted it to human normal. They could do less about the gravity, which was a touch high.

  A Marro whipped around the corner, a sealing kit in his hand, and hissed to a stop at the sight of the boarders. He barely had time to do more before being cut in half by a blast of razor-sharp flechettes.

  "Clear," Mangler repeated.

  "Tell the shuttles to blow clear," Jeff said as the ship shuddered under the fire from the Hedren cruiser.

  "Shuttles, blow clear and retreat," the boats officer said. "Follow assigned vector."

  "Clearing vector of friendly fire," the gunnery officer said. "They should be able to run right down the side of the ship."

  "Tuthiri, get word to Colonel Mosovich that we're clearing the shuttles. Don't bother holding that area. Bridge, maneuver nose forward to the Hedren ship. Guns, warm up the QT. I'm tired of taking fire from this bastard."

  "The shuttles are leaving," Mueller said as Payback slapped another charge on a door. "Maybe we should open this up—"

  The blast door slid to either side, revealing an empty corridor.

  "Like that. Thanks, Kang."

  "Actually, that was Skank," Kang said, his face sweating. "I'm trying to keep the Imeg from killing us."

  As he said that the shuttles blasted clear and there was a moment of wind again, quickly cut off.

  "I hate vacuum," Mueller said as he trotted forward. "It really sucks."

  "Don't make me laugh," Skank said. "I'm having a hard enough time concentrating."

  "Tuthiri, tell your people to make sure the QT guns are not interfered with," Jeff said as the ship maneuvered. It took a moment to pivot it to face the Imeg ship and it was taking fire the whole time.

  "QT in target basket in five seconds," the gunnery officer said. "We're getting pounded. Twenty percent drop in fire on the port side."

  "That is about to change," Jeff said. "Honey, I think you're the gunner on this."

  "QT guns charged," Daisy said.

  "Fire on bearing."

  "I have lock," Guns said.

  "Firing," Daisy replied.

  "What the hell?" Mangler shouted as the corridor bucked and the air began to howl with depressurization again. Between the shuddering deck and the wind he slid into a sprawl, which was a good thing since a beam of green fire flashed over his head. "Glandri!"

  The porcupinelike beings were spilling into a cross-corridor, laying down a withering fire with their neural whips. Mangler grabbed a stanchion and slid backwards, angling his railgun around the corner and firing. He wasn't blind, though. The scope on the rifle fed to his goggles and he could lay down some pretty accurate fire that way.

  Glandri blood was blue. That became apparent as it splashed all over the corridor.

  Recto and Stalker stacked up on him, firing from a kneeling position and standing respectively. Stalker, though, leaned a little too far out getting his shots and Mangler suddenly had a thrashing body on top of him.

  "Stalker's down!" Recto snapped.

  "Got 'im," Fudge replied, grabbing the ankles of the clearing specialist and dragging him backwards. As he did Stalker quit convulsing, shuddered once and then was still. "Fuck."

  "Fuck this," Mangler said, reaching behind his back and pulling out what looked like a flare gun with a thick grip. "Suicide-bars! Clear!"

  The antimatter grenade launcher did not have the same connection to his goggles but he didn't care. He just aligned it with the corridor, fired all five rounds in the magazine and ducked around the corner.

  A moment later the cross-corridor flashed with fire. A Glandri, most of it anyway, hit the starboard bulkhead and flopped to the floor.

  He slid his rifle back around the corner, got a good look, then stood up.

  "Clear. But I don't think we're going to be using this route."

  "Enemy fire had dropped to minimal," the tactical officer said. "Only two grasers firing . . . Make that none," he finished as the ship shuddered from mass-driver fire.

  The enemy cruiser's surface had been stripped. It was open in multiple places and all of its gun emplacments were toast.

  "That's an ugly weapon," Jeff said. "I like it."

  "Fire again, sir?" Guns asked.

  "We want the ship to keep functioning until we get the teams back," McNair replied. "So, no. Maybe later."

  * * *

  "What just hit us?" Goglugot asked.

  "Unknown weapon," the combat officer replied. "Apparently generated by the 'aesthetic' forward prominences. All starboard weapons inoperative. Four port-side weapons operative. Multiple hull breaches. Weapon caused a positive reading on the kratki detector. A large positive reading."

  "Can we still warp?"

  "Negative," the maneuvering officer replied. The Hotha raised four tentacles in the race's equivalent of a shrug. "Engines are functional but all external warp nacelles are down. We have normal space drive capability and that is all."

  "Begin maneuvers to attempt to return to Caracool," Goglugot said. "Continue to try to call for support. Surely someone must have noticed that there is a space battle going on around here!"

  "Fuck," Jake muttered.

  Where the Himmit thought the Imeg might b
e hiding was a bulkhead. They could cut through it, but that would take time. Time they didn't have.

  They'd lost seven guys so far to the Glandri defenders and the Marro were starting to weapon up. They had to find the Imeg, grab him and get the hell out.

  Worse, their Sohon supports were starting to look rocky.

  "Kang, can you figure out how to get to the Imeg?"

  "Right, I think," Kang said, his face sweating. "Right, left, down two crossings then left again."

  Jake sketched that out on the plans they had and sent it out.

  "Let's move, people."

  "The target is attempting to slingshot around the jovian," the tactical officer said. "Probably trying to run for home. Or maybe for support. Other ships in the system are attempting to close this position. Thirty minutes, minimum, before the first one comes into range. And that's a destroyer. Easy enough to take out."

  "Cloaked ships?" Jeff asked.

  "None apparent," the TACO replied. "But we can't detect them at more than five light-seconds."

  "Stay alert," Captain McNair said. "And get word to the colonel that he needs to either get the Imeg and get out or abort."

  * * *

  "Clear," Payback said as he fired the cutting charge. He opened his eyes and looked at the charge that was just sitting there. The initiator had gone off, but not the charge. "Dust Devil!"

  "Trying," Adept Hoover said, his teeth gritted. The charge flared, died, flared, died.

  "Ain't gonna do it," Payback replied.

  Gerrard, Pawle thought, calling to one of the support adepts on the Des Moines. Take over for me.

  It is . . . hard, Highlands replied. The Imeg is immensely powerful.

  Fuck hard, Pawle thought, savagely. Take over for me. I have more important things to do!

  The charge suddenly flared white-hot and the door flew into the far corridor.

  "Go!" Skank shouted.

  "Easy for you to say," Mangler muttered as green fire filled the corridor. He was laying down railgun rounds like he had unlimited ammo and he didn't. He was down two thirds of his initial load.

  He pulled his railgun back to reload and was just seating another mag, both hands occupied, when what looked like a green-glowing crystal ball bounced down the corridor.

  "Uh-oh."

  He dropped his rifle and magazine, reaching down to scoop the thing up when there was a white flash.

  Pawle held his hand up, deflecting the plasma explosion away from himself and Redman. But that was all he could deflect.

  Mosovich winced as most of Alpha team was wiped out in one blast. The Hedren grenades were as bad as suicide bars.

  "Bravo, bound forward and clear the corridor," he said, looking around. Most of Charlie had been out of the area of effect. The only portion that wasn't was Pawle and his team. Pawle and Redman were still there, and apparently unharmed, but Gombo and Leaf were both burned to a crisp.

  "On it," Ugly said as Bubbles trotted down the corridor. "What the hell was that, Snake?"

  "Bad stuff," Mosovich replied.

  * * *

  Bubbles extended his hand around the turn and fired two suicide bars down the corridor.

  "Go!" he shouted as the explosions rent the air.

  Chicklet and GE rounded the corner and laid down fire into the smoke of the explosion. There probably wasn't anything there, but it never hurt to be sure.

  They trotted to the holes left by the suicide bars and maneuvered past them then down to the third door.

  "This the room?" GE asked.

  "Supposed to be," Chicklet said, then gasped, grabbing at his head.

  GE turned his head to the side just too late to avoid having blood and brains splash all over him. He circled in place, looking for a threat. Then his head began to throb.

  "What the fuck is happening?"

  Concentrate on the Imeg, Kang thought. Place all your power on the Imeg.

  We are, Sissy replied. It is all we can do to keep it from destroying your team.

  Get the Indowy to protect us, Kang replied. Keep the ship from communicating and attack the Imeg. That is your sole job now.

  "Dust-Devil?" Hooter said, looking at the door. Two charges had gone out so far.

  "Busy," the adept gasped, grabbing at his head. "Very busy."

  "Got it," Pawle said. "Redman, get me up to the door."

  Redman maneuvered the adept up to the blast door and set him in front of it. Like the other two, Pawle had his eyes closed. But he seemed to be seeing anyway.

  The adept laid his hand on the door and leaned forward.

  "The bonds of this material are a poor reality," Pawle muttered. "A bare semblance of reality . . ."

  "Stack up and cover Skank," Jake said. "Entry team, get ready."

  "You. Are. Not. Real," Pawle gasped as the door disintegrated into dust.

  And Redman blew back in a welter of crimson.

  "Oh, holy fuck," Dumbo muttered.

  They'd found the Imeg.

  * * *

  "What the hell are those?" Hannibal screamed. He was pumping railgun rounds into the compartment and all he was getting was bouncers. The rounds wouldn't scratch the nightmares in the room.

  "Imeg," Wind shouted, then blasted backwards to thump into the far bulkhead.

  The two creatures in the room were nightmare, a mass of rippling black tentacles and armored bodies. The tentacles were coated in blades but that was not what was killing the team. It was the half dozen weapons each of them wielded. Expertly.

  Suicide bars wouldn't detonate. Railgun rounds bounced off a hard-held shield. And still they continued to fire and slice, destroying anything that came near them.

  "Back up," Kang said. "Get out of the doorway. Skank, Devil, on me. Mule, behind us. Target the one on the left."

  "On it," Mueller said, managing to get a firing angle over the smaller adepts.

  The three adepts managed to establish a shield that stopped the fire from the Imeg. Then they pushed back.

  Keep them from reinforcing each other, Kang thought.

  Trying, Dust-Devil replied.

  Sissy, support here.

  We . . . have them separated, Sissy replied.

  Drive down the shield of the lesser, Kang thought. It is not reality.

  Mueller could see the effect of the battle between the two groups. The air in the compartment was heating up as irresistible force met immovable object. He could even see the shields of the Imeg, now, glowing white-hot under the power of the human adepts.

  And he could see when the one on the left finally collapsed.

  Railgun rounds, though, bounced off the armor of the body. He searched for weaknesses and finally found one at the juncture of the tentacles and the body. The knuckle there was tough, but it finally surrendered and the Imeg was blasted back in a green spray of ichor.

  Suddenly, the railgun was ripped from his hands, turned, and slammed forward, barrel-first, into his brain.

  * * *

  As the redoubtable NCO dropped, Pawle shuddered and mentally stepped back.

  Skank, what are you doing? Kang thought.

  Wait, Master.

  You can't hold up a stress card, Dust-Devil thought.

  WAIT.

  Pawle, in fact, did not know what he was doing. But what they had been doing so far wasn't working. So he reached.

  He reached, in fact, into the nearby engine room. Found the fusion bottles of the ship. Found the plasma power runs. Felt for the connections, felt for the power. And he reached.

  The Imeg's shield began to glow white-hot and then went down and down and down and down . . .

  "Mother fucker!" Mosovich shouted, sliding past the adepts holding the door. "I'm going to motherfucking kill your ass!"

  A tentacle lashed across the room, its bladed edge flashing towards his throat.