The Pentarchos looked crestfallen at the reminder of the defeat on the Olympia. Only the sound of plasma charges burning into one of the upper decks seemed to snap her out of her morass. She looked back to the Dukas and noticed almost every other warrior in the room was watching her.
“Just me, Sir, the rest were killed during the retreat.”
Dukas Xenias nodded solemnly, and the rest of the warriors stayed silent at the comments. It wasn’t so much her individual loss; it was a reminder to all of them of how many had been left behind during the betrayal of Tissaphernes. He lifted his carbine for the last time.
“You will have your revenge, all of you. The smallest of the cruisers have a special operation to carry out in this stage of the battle. As I’m sure most of you will know, the shields of the Medes, in fact the shields of all capital ships are designed to respond to ultra high velocity or high thermal energy weapons. The more powerful the weapon, the better the shielding works, providing the generators can keep up. This is why we use continuous shield bombardment to overload the generators. The Medes flagship, known to us as the Rashnu, is out there, just four kilometres away now, and her shielding is even thicker than that of our Titians. The only way through is to not use excessive energy, but to close in and board her.”
The mood of the landing bay transformed at the news they might be involved in an action aboard the enemy flagship. They had no time to cheer though as the Dukas continued his speech.
“...she is named after the Ancient Medes’ divine angel of justice and last judgement, and the personification of righteousness. These barbarians believe Rashnu guards an ancient bridge leading to heaven where he weighs the souls at Judgement. We will explain to them today that Rashnu is no angel, just a hulk of metal that we will turn into a bar!”
The ship reverberated from more impacts, but they seemed to be hitting the rear of the vessel, indicating they were indeed moving away. A small fire started near one of the emergency doors, but a crewman put it out quickly.
“Now, I suggest all of you that pray, do so now. This is no minor assault I speak of, and it will be a first. As I speak, this entire flank is withdrawing, and we are taking a large part of their flank with us. When Clearchus gives the signal, we will reverse course and smash into the heart of their forces. We will not be pulling alongside her, no, sir! We will drive the bow of this mighty ship directly into her flanks. With the mass of this ship, and any other cruisers that can make the charge, we will smash her shields, drive into her landing bays and take her by force!”
Now he was answered by an approving roar. Xenophon looked to his friends and noticed even the jovial Julius seemed a little surprised at the plan. The rest continued cheering, but Roxana and Glaucon looked particularly worried. Roxana leaned towards him and shouted so that he might hear her.
“Ramming a battleship? Won’t we just breach our own armour and explosively decompress?”
Xenophon scratched his chin and looked to Glaucon and Julius, both of whom had stepped in closer.
“If we do this, we’ll lose Vendetta. This is a one way trip, you know that, right?” asked Julius.
Glaucon shook his head disapprovingly.
“I don’t like this, not at all!”
“Wait!” Xenias called out with one hand over his left ear. The crowd quietened down as they waited, each expecting to hear that the battle was over, that they had won or a deal had been brokered. Instead, he lowered his arm and grinned, the widest grin any of them had probably ever seen.
“Now, we go! Check your weapons, the attack on the Rashnu has begun! We have the honour of leading the attack.”
The roar of excitement was contagious, and even the recently dour-looking Tamara seemed to be caught up in the mood. There was little for the warriors to actually do as they waited, although if they could have seen what was happening outside, they might have preferred to stay deeper inside the ship.
The Titan Herakles had performed a complete direction shift and doubled back towards the gap created in the Medes line. It wouldn’t be there for long, and the fast Titan and her formation of heavy and light cruisers accelerated as quickly as they dared. They made it halfway before their plan was realised and the pursuing Medes ships changed course to pursue them, but by then it was too late. Herakles used all her power to keep her shields at full strength until within a kilometre of the enemy flagship. At this point blank range, it almost looked like the Titan would smash into the Rashnu, but at the last moment her engine erupted and slowed the ship until they were only a short distance away.
Flash after flash indicated the heavy weapons being blasted into them both and gave the impression the two great beasts were lashed together in some kind of mortal death grip. The cruisers moved in under the cover of the Titan’s own attack and wriggled though the skirmish line of fighters, destroyers and the escorting Elamite battleships. Of the formation, only half of the eight ships made it through without being forced back. Vendetta was the only one to make it to within five hundred metres before being hit by defensive fire. The reverse engines had been burning for some time as the vast hulk of metal smashed into the lower decks of the Rashnu. The meeting of the two shields sent a sound like a thunderclap through the innards of Vendetta, and every man and woman was thrown by the impact. The combined speed of the impact was modest, but even that was enough to ensure not a single Terran remaining upright.
“Everybody to your feet!” shouted Xenias as his bodyguard helped him up.
One of his men passed him his carbine that he had dropped during the impact. He turned to glance at movement in the smoke and sparks towards the hull of the Rashnu.
“Prepare yourselves!” shouted one of the Dekarchos, but it was hard to see who was speaking in the confusion of the injured. Most of the Terrans lifted themselves up, but a small number stayed down, either knocked out by the collision, or hurt in some way by fallen equipment or other stumbling people. Steam blasted from dozens of ruptured pipes, and the internal alarms echoed repeatedly throughout the ship. Glaucon was up and already had Tamara on her feet before Xenophon even realised what was happening. Roxana and Artemas moved over to assist him, and he was sure that even in that brief moment he sensed hostility between them. There wasn’t time to start a boarding action. The Rashnu must have carried thousands of Median warriors, and they were already swarming through the scores of breaches inside the structure of Vendetta.
There was no warning as a group of the Medes foot soldiers rushed inside. They were lightly equipped, and some appeared to be carrying tools rather than weapons.
“Engineering detail!” called Pentarchos Hughes, and without checking with her comrades she rushed forward and struck the first with the butt of her rifle. The Medes male dropped to the floor and lifted his hands in a pleading gesture. She was already past him though the smoke. The other spatharii watched her go in astonishment, and then with a cry rushed to join her. The handful of Medes panicked, but they were cut down with blades and gunfire.
Xenias looked in pleasure at the aggression being shown and moved to the door with his carbine held low and ready. His bodyguard stepped in close beside him with two carrying the heavy shield generators. Xenophon, Julius and his comrades moved towards their leader as the sound of combat could be heard further away.
“Follow me, we have an Empire to win!” he shouted.
Anybody that could move followed him into the breach, and even Artemas stepped forward, her own weapons at the ready. Xenophon and Glaucon moved as a pair quickly past the Dukas and into a wide corridor that was venting gasses.
Xenophon sniffed the air. He could smell burning components and cabling. It looked like the battleship had sustained more damage in this section than they had realised. Ahead of them, the spatharii were spread out and looking for any signs of the enemy. Apart from the odd crewman, the ship appeared deserted. Xenias proceeded further inside until they reached an access hub. It was a large open space about the size of a small sports hall but with cylindri
cal tunnels moving off in a dozen directions. The rest of his warriors gathered around him in a knot of just over fifty men and women.
“They must have abandoned the landing bays when we started our approach!” suggested one man.
Roxana quickly assessed what this actually meant and turned to Xenophon. Both had a look that told them they were thinking the same thing. It was Tamara, surprisingly, that spoke first.
“That means they know we’re here, and it’s a trap!”
A group of spatharii appeared from one of the tunnels. They were running back towards the ship and changed direction upon spotting Xenias and his group waiting in the middle of the access hub. Dukas Xenias seemed unconcerned at the movement and tapped his temple as he spoke to Strategos Clearchus.
“This is Dukas Xenias, we are in the secondary landing bay, objective secured, moving inside,” he stated calmly and then moved as though to push ahead. A bright blue streak whistled passed him and cut one of the spatharii in half before exploding into one of the thick walls.
“Ambush!” shouted Julius and jumped in front of the Dukas. Those few with shield generators dropped them to the floor and activated the units to create a partial energy shield around the group. In seconds, the assault force had transformed from a loose formation of warriors to a small knot, much like an ancient schiltron of warriors, all shuffling in close around their leader. Artemas, with her keen sense of smell and hearing, spotted the enemy first.
“Here they come!” she cried.
Like insects crawling from a nest, the enemy rushed from five different tunnels towards the small formation. This time it wasn’t Median engineers, or even Medes warriors. This time the enemy were a motley collection of Mulacs and Taochi warriors. Both were members of the many races defeated by the Empire and forced to fight on its behalf. The Mulacs were more like men in build but thicker set and armoured in a crude fashion. All carried the edged weapons they so favoured, but some carried firearms. Mixed in with them were the bullish Taochi, the large warriors with massive rippled muscles and a mixture of close quarter weapons.
Xenophon watched them in awe, reminded for a moment of the paintings and artwork he had seen of these beasts fighting the Terrans on edges of their space. He had already faced the Mulacs before but never those in actual Imperial service. They wore uniforms and even reasonably similar helmets. But the Taochi were something else. Nothing in his reading or studies had ever prepared him for the sheer size and bulk of these real minotaur-type monsters. A ripple of light gunfire flashed around their position, and several pulse rounds bounced from the shields. They wouldn’t hold them forever though.
“Fire!” barked Xenias.
From the small circle of warriors a blistering amount of fire erupted as rifles, carbines and the odd pulse-cannon blasted the onrushing horde. Xenophon lost count of the number of Mulacs that fell beneath their guns, yet still they came. The Taochi took round after round, and only one fell before they reached the Terrans. Xenophon, Tamara and half a dozen other warriors pushed to the front, stabbing wildly as the monsters broke into the position. Two Terrans were crushed by the first before a long burst of pulse-cannon fire from Glaucon brought it down. Another reached a metre in front of Xenias, but his loyal bodyguard fired, stabbed and slashed with blades and carbines until he was safe.
“Forward!” he shouted, and as one the formation widened into a loose line towards the now scattered group of fighters. Two Mulacs rushed for Artemas, but she ducked passed both of them, slashing with her wickedly sharp blade as she moved. Those behind her finished them off on the ground before continuing. The shock troops panicked and finally turned to flee before the violence of the Terrans.
“You, Artemas, do you know the layout of these ships?” shouted Xenias over the din of battle.
She blasted with her carbine and moved alongside him.
“Yes, it is a standard design in the Imperial Fleet. Where do you want to go?”
“The Emperor, where will he be?”
Artemas smiled at him, “Yes, his throne room. It doubles as his royal household and much like your command deck.”
Xenias lifted his arm, blasted apart a Mulac and looked back to her with an urgent look in his eye.
“Where is that?”
Artemas look directly upwards.
“Four decks, directly up, right inside the heart of the ship.”
Xenias smiled and contacted Clearchus with the news. Artemas moved back to those at the front and took up position beside Xenophon. They were keeping up a consistent fire and were pushing back the enemy with only minimal losses. Xenophon slid in a new clip into his carbine and shouted over to her.
“Where are we going?”
“Up there!” she replied, pointing to where she had shown Xenias.
* * *
“They made it inside, excellent,” said Clearchus.
Tactical Officer Coxand sent him two screens of data on the Rashnu, along with live video feeds from the troops using the equipment. His expression had changed as he listened to the words from the four Dukas that had now made it aboard.
Xenias, even though using the smaller force, had now penetrated the furthest and expected to reach the main levels in less than ten minutes. According to the data they had on the Rashnu, she would have an estimated complement of about one and a half thousand crew plus an unknown number of warriors for defence. There was the issue of it being the flagship, and this would probably mean some form of Royal garrison as well. The battle had now turned into a total mess, as the Medes tried to stop any more Terran vessels approach the boarded Rashnu. The Titan Valediction was already powering towards the ship when it took two broadsides from her accompanying Elamite battleships. The ship shook and three alarms sounded before being quickly silenced. He noticed on the tactical map that they were moving no closer to the ship.
“What’s the problem?” he shouted.
“We can’t get any closer, Strategos,” said Kentarchos Broge Monsimm. “The battleships have set up a crossfire that will cripple any ship that moves nearer.”
“Even us?” he asked in surprise.
Kentarchos Monsimm nodded. Clearchus looked away and cursed quietly to himself. His plan all along had been to move their ships in such a way that he could trap and board the Emperor’s flagship. The Elamites had proven a tougher nut than expected, and now only nine hundred warriors had made it inside.
Is it enough?
* * *
Lady Artemas led the group, but she was closely guarded by Xenophon, Tamara, Roxana, Glaucon and Julius. It was already becoming clear she was the person with the most useful knowledge of this ship, plus an unerring ability to not be hit by the odd projectile that came their way. They made their way to the top of the tunnel, to find themselves in a small hallway filled with statues of monsters and heroes. It was very much like some of the temples back on Attica, and in other circumstances Xenophon would have loved to examine them in more detail. Artemas pointed ahead to a large black shape. It looked like a great door nearly ten metres tall and half as wide.
“Is this it?” asked Xenias.
He was answered by a familiar but unfriendly voice.
“Dukas Xenias, what are you doing here?” called out Proxenus of Boeotia.
Xenias turned to spot his old enemy approach, along with a large contingent of his lightly armed stratiotes. Not far behind was Kratez the Achaean with a similar number of spatharii. They were all Terrans, and in this battle all brothers, yet the hostility between the commanders was obvious.
“I’m here to finish this battle. Come with us, you might learn something!” he snapped back, much to the amusement of his small band of Arcadians. He looked back to the door, but then realised one of the Dukas was missing.
“Where is my friend, Sophaenetus the Arcadian?” he asked.
Proxenus approached and grasped Xenias’ forearm in the traditional Terran grip.
“He and his warriors are securing the lower levels. They are keeping the Me
des busy, so we can finish this once and for all. Are you ready, brother?” he asked.
Xenias didn’t fail to note the irony in his voice, but at that moment he really was only interested in the mission. He looked back to the great door and to Artemas.
“Well, is he inside?” he asked.
“Him and his bodyguard,” she replied.
“Very well, how do we get in?”
Artemas simply smiled and stepped forward, placing the palm of her pale hand on the thick metal. As soon as she made contact, a great crunch and grinding sound rumbled through the space. She looked back to the surprised Terrans.
“It is a Median gate, and one that may only be opened by those of Royal blood.”
Xenias nodded in appreciation, now doubly glad he had brought her on the mission. The door lifted up slowly and with much noise until it revealed the opulent and brightly lit interior of the Emperor’s Royal quarters. In the centre of the room was a vast glowing orb, and inside that the shape of the Emperor himself. The three Dukas watched in awe of the majesty of the room, the shimmering gold objects that covered almost every surface; but more than anything, the shimmering orb in the centre. Xenias stepped forward, and the rest moved with him, a solid group of Terrans, and all with ill intent in their eyes. Roxana moved ahead and turned to face them.
“Wait, we cannot simply commit regicide!” she called out to them all.
The orb behind her, now only twenty metres away, flashed and pulsed. It then emitted a bright white light that almost blinded them all. As it faded, the shape of the Emperor was gone, only to be replaced by four of the mighty Taochi warriors. These were even larger and more majestic than the previous ones, with each in decorative gold armour and carrying massive razor sharp glaives. They roared in hatred and stormed forward towards the four Dukas and their assembled warriors. As they pushed ahead, another two dozen elite Anusiya warriors leapt from the darkness and into the group of Terrans. They were the elite Immortals, the personal guards of the Emperor and his best native troops.
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