Black Legion - The First Trilogy

by Michael G. Thomas

  “Artemas! Do they have blades?” he shouted.

  The young Median noble looked to her warriors and spoke a few words. The taller of them looked to Xenophon with contempt on his face. He reached inside his robes and pulled out a curved blade. He shouted out, and instantly the survivors in his small band did the same.

  “I guess we’ve got an answer,” laughed Glaucon.

  “Yeah, now all we need is a distraction.”

  “Gunfire,” suggested Roxana. “Get the automatons to pin them down, and we’ll do the rest.”

  Artemas nodded and called out to the scattered groups of her soldiers. Most were pinned down but upon hearing her, they lifted up their guns and fired, even if they couldn’t see a target. The defensive fire was impressive, and the result was immediate. The attackers went to ground to avoid the fire. Their attack stalled, if only for a moment.

  “You ready?” she asked, withdrawing her own blade.

  Xenophon nodded quickly and then looked to his group.

  “Keep your heads down and move fast. They can’t shoot through the shields. They’re using them to get close, but they won’t stay down for long. It’s our chance.”

  Artemas stood up and ran, doing her best to duck and avoid the incoming fire. The other three did the same and with a shout, the Anusiyans surged forward with the weapons lifted high above their heads.

  “Let’s do this!” shouted Glaucon. He jumped up and blasted away with his pulse cannon. The gunfire forced the Terrans to duck down behind equipment or to shelter behind their portable energy shields. The others followed him and rushed past, eager to finder cover as they moved closer.

  Is this really my best idea? Xenophon wondered.

  They moved quickly to cover the ground to the Terran attackers but still managed to lose another five automatons reaching the final set of obstacles, a series of workbenches and tools. The Anusiyans kept with them, and then they were in and amongst the surprised Terrans. Most were pinned down and reloading weapons or making their way slowly to flank the automatons. Instead a tide of attackers, all armed with close combat weapons and carbines moved into their ranks. Wild bursts of gunfire rippled about, felling some of the Anusiyans but also cutting down an equal number of Terrans.

  Xenophon watched two of the loyal guards gunned down, but the others leapt over the obstacles and cut away with their weapons. Those with pistols used them with savage abandon. Then he spotted Artemas jumping in amongst the enemy, and a flicker of fear run up his spine at their numbers.

  What is she doing?

  Glaucon and Xenophon did their best to keep in front of Artemas, but it was almost impossible to stop her hacking away at the nearest Terran soldier. With speed that surpassed Xenophon, and power that matched Glaucon, she severed his left arm and ducked down to follow it up with a savage horizontal cut.

  “Xenophon!” Roxana called out.

  She’d been caught up by the careful gunfire of one of the Terrans as she arrived at the scene of the bloody hand-to-hand combat. He looked up, but the rifle was already halfway there. He twisted his body and lifted his blades, but he could only dull the impact, not stop it. It was a heavy blow and smashed him against one of the workbenches. The man tried to bring down his rifle again, but this time Roxana was able to blast him in the chest with her rifle before being struck herself. Glaucon waded into the middle of all of this, rounds embedding in his armour as he pulled off two of the Terrans. He lowered his pulse cannon and opened fire at close range. With a large capacity magazine and heavy calibre pulse rounds, it was devastating at that range. Four Terrans were cut to pieces before the first lifted up their hands in surrender. Artemas spotted their gesture and stepped back, calling out to the Anusiyans to stop the counterattack. At least two more were killed before the gunfire halted.

  * * *

  Royal Chamber, Median Battleship ‘Rashnu’

  The heart of the Median battleship was filled with the elite guards of Lord Cyrus as well as three deputy commanders, each responsible for the control and defence of the ship. They waited patiently for their command to leave the command throne at the centre of the room. Unlike the other ships in the fleet, the Rashnu was designed to allow one person to command and control not just the Rashnu, but also every single Medes ship in the fleet. It shimmered and shook with energy, and from inside emerged the form they all dreaded facing, their master, Lord Cyrus. He took two steps out and faced them.

  “How did they get aboard?” Cyrus roared.

  His senior commanders tried to avoid his gaze, and he was forced to indicate for his guards to grab the second-in-command of the ship’s defences and bring him before him.

  “I asked you a question!”

  The Commander knelt down before him.

  “My Lord. They managed to break in while we dropped our assault craft to the stations. Only a handful made it inside and was pushed back by our forces. The ship is secure, once more.”

  Cyrus snorted and pulled out his beautifully detailed Terran pistol. It had been a gift from Clearchus back at the start of their campaign and was one of his most highly prized possessions. The Laconian artificers back on the Titan Valediction had modified it so that he, and only he, could use it. As his palm touched the grip, the onboard computer detected his signature and released the safety.

  “I..my Lord...I must..” pleaded the man, but Cyrus was having none of it. He raised the pistol and aimed directly between the Commander’s eyes.

  “You didn’t push them back. I have received a report that my niece and her guards led a counterattack that killed a large number of the enemy and took substantial prisoners!”

  He pulled the trigger and ended the Commander’s humiliation. His lifeless corpse slumped to the ground to leave just two more quaking in fear. He pointed the pistol at the taller of the two.

  “You will take on his responsibilities. Get the prisoners into the interrogation rooms. I want to know what they had planned. Understood?”

  The Median soldier bowed solemnly.

  “Yes, my Lord.”

  He turned and left the Royal Chamber so fast it almost looked as if he were running. The third and final Commander waited for his own punishment.

  “You were responsible for sending a unit of my personal guard to deal with the breach, were you not?”

  He nodded but said no more.

  “Well. It would have been better for them to not make it aboard in the first place. I commend you on your leadership and quick thinking though. You will command the first wave in the final battle. You are dismissed.”

  The Commander bowed, turned and withdrew from the room. His reward was no such thing, but even the chance for survival in the final battle was better than summary and ignominious execution at the hands of Cyrus.

  Cyrus turned and walked back into the command throne. It crackled like static electricity as he moved inside and took position in the centre. Around him was a projected display of the battle going on. All that was required was for him to use his mind to connect to the command computers on each of the main ships. Though he didn’t have direct control over the ship’s functions, he could queue up requests and orders that the Commanders of each vessel would then follow. He scanned the battle with his eyes, noting with satisfaction that all his warships were now heavily engaged. The defenders had withdrawn their vessels and placed them in orbit around the star fortresses rather than risk them in open battle with his fleet. Thick beams of light indicated the heavy lasers that cut whole sections from ships while massive pulse cannons sent powerful blasts of energy that exploded whole fighters. The opening phase of the battle was well underway.

  My brother, we will meet soon enough!

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Laconian Titan ‘Valediction’, Cunaxa Nebula

  The command deck was busy, but as usual every single officer conducted their operations with skill and efficiency. Clearchus waited patiently as his force of ships moved into position to block the approach of the newly arrived Zacynthian f
leet. He counted three battleships in their number with most of the others ships being of cruiser class. Even with his reserve in position behind Cyrus’ ships, he still had enough capital ships to match the enemy’s numbers.

  “Auletes, I want to speak with Dukas Meno,” he said firmly.

  The disgraced Dukas had returned to his Titan, and along with two dozen ships was now responsible for the reserve. Though only a short distance behind Cyrus, he had been given express orders to not engage the enemy. The man’s face appeared, and he nodded ever so slightly to his commander.

  “Strategos, we are holding, as ordered.”

  “Good. What is the status of the battle for the defences?”

  There was a short pause while Meno checked with his own commanders before returning. The fully armoured form of Komes Lantos appeared to the side. Clearchus had ordered small Laconian detachments aboard each of the Titans to assist with their defence but also for emergencies. Meno was clearly annoyed at the presence of the man but wouldn’t dare force him from the ship. It was Clearchus’ Legion, and he was entitled to post Laconian troops wherever he felt it was necessary. The Laconian Komes moved to the camera and nodded to Clearchus.

  “Strategos, the last reports from Cyrus said that two of the star fortresses were now under the control of his ground forces. The automatons took lighter casualties than expected. It seems they were not as well prepared as we thought. The third fortress was empty, and all their ships and troops have withdrawn to the final fortress. It is the largest one of them all and heavily armoured, and they’re still managing to hold him back.”

  “Yes, apparently there is a Taochi regiment that is proving difficult for automatons to remove,” Dukas Meno added contemptuously.

  He turned around with a surprised expression on his face.

  “What is it?” demanded Clearchus.

  Komes Lantos shook his head in confusion.

  “I...don’t understand it. The Medes, they are abandoning the defences and retreating back to Cunaxa. ”

  “I thought you said they were holding?”

  Meno shrugged, much to the annoyance of Clearchus. He didn’t trust the man, but the only thing he did know was that the Terran Dukas hated the Medes even more than him. He wouldn’t betray the Legion, but he might let Cyrus burn.

  “Most of the ships have broken free and are moving fast. Yes, the defences have fallen.”

  Clearchus looked to his own crew. Kleandridas stood only a short distance away and was monitoring the battle on the tactical display. After a short pause, he pointed to the withdrawing ships.

  “Classic Medes tactics, my Lord. Cyrus must wait for us to destroy the Zacynthians. Only then can we move on the planetary fleet.”

  Clearchus nodded, glad that it wasn’t just him.

  “Yes, a feigned retreat. The want to break up Cyrus’ forces for the final battle.”

  “Strategos, the Zacynthian commander wishes to speak with you,” called out the Auletes.

  Clearchus glanced back to Meno once more.

  “Stand your ground and wait for my orders. Under no circumstances are you to engage enemy forces unless they come to you. I need the reserve available and ready for the critical stage of the battle. Understood?”

  Meno nodded and then cut the signal. It was rude, but Clearchus didn’t have time. Instead, he turned to the Auletes and nodded for her to connect to the enemy commander. The face of the Zacynthian appeared, along with a dozen armed warriors.

  “Dukas Clearchus, welcome to Cunaxa,” said the man with a smile.

  Clearchus looked at the Terran with great care, as any hunter would size up his prey before even considering moving in for the kill. The man wore Zacynthian style body armour of an almost archaic style, as well as a traditional Terran helmet known as the Corinthian style back home on Laconia. The rest of the man’s uniform was evidently Median with the iconography of Artaxerxes and the Imperial Army displayed prominently.

  “A Zacynthian in the pay of Artaxerxes. I might have known. Who are you?”

  The man smiled grimly.

  “My name is not important. I have a message from the Emperor of the Median Empire, the God King and the one that will smite your armada in a matter of hours.”

  “Really?” replied Clearchus with an equally grim expression.

  He looked at his tactical display, specifically the broken defences that Cyrus had assaulted. He looked back to the Zacynthian.

  “Even the Medes forces have broken through your outer defences. What do you think will happen when I unleash the Black Legion against your God King?”

  The Zacynthian laughed at his jibe.

  “Dukas Clearchus. That is no defence, just a test to see what your forces are capable of. The Emperor has two more fleets, each more massive than your combined forces. With a flick of his hand, you will be surrounded.”

  He leaned in close to the camera.

  “I have a message from him. He will hire your Legion to send against his enemies on the low border, far from your lands. The price your paymaster Cyrus has paid is pathetic. The God King will provide you with all the wealth you desire, as well as making you Satrap to the Ionian territories. You are familiar with this area, I think?”

  Clearchus watched him, interested only in what he could learn about the man’s motivations. The prize offered meant nothing to him. He had already been hired and paid by Cyrus. There was nothing outside of victory or death that would now break that contract.

  “The worlds have been apart for some time, and they need discipline that only a Laconian could offer. You would be the richest Terran and an important Satrap in the Empire, directly on the border between Median and Terran space. Can you think of a more powerful position?”

  Clearchus breathed in slowly, keeping himself calm and collected.

  “Zacynthian, like all your people, you have no honour. Stand down or face the consequences! Your forces are already in full scale rout.”

  Dukas Phalinus laughed as he lifted his right hand in signal to his men. Clearchus looked to Kleandridas who was beckoning for him to look at a large number of red icons appearing behind the Legion, blocking his path back to Cyrus. The laughter of Phalinus caught his attention.

  “I told you we had more. Did you really think the God King would be stupid enough to leave all of his forces here for you to attack piecemeal? You may either leave now or face being surrounded and destroyed. Clearchus checked his tactical display once more. Though Cyrus had forced back the enemy from their defences, they were clearly falling back in good order to the main planet. His scans showed it surrounded by platforms, orbital defences and all manner of military warships. Worse though was that these newly arrived Median ships had now trapped him almost an hour from Cyrus, outnumbering him two to one.

  “All you have to do is stand down, Clearchus. Not one of your brave band needs to suffer. The Emperor is more than capable of stopping Cyrus on his own. Just give us one hour. If you move from this position, I will consider it an act of war and turn on your forces with everything I have.”

  The signal cut and once more Clearchus was left with his command crew on board his Titan. From his central position, he had a perfect view of the battleships, cruisers and the Titan Herakles. Combined with his Titan it was a mighty force, but against the numbers he now faced, he knew it could take hours to decide the battle.

  “Strategos, I’m picking up movement from Cyrus. The Rashnu is leading a column of ships from the outer defences and setting course for Cunaxa Secundus.”

  “What?” Clearchus barked.

  He’d expressly forbidden Cyrus from moving away from the defences until the fleet could be combined.

  This is exactly what they want, to separate his fleet from mine, so he can be dealt with.

  “Kleandridas, contact Cyrus and find out what the hell he and Ariaeus are up to?”

  His deputy nodded and moved to one of the computer systems. Clearchus walked to Kentarchos Broge Monsimm, Commander of the Titan. />
  “Kentarchos, make sure you’re ready. We will have only seconds to act.”

  “Yes, Strategos.”

  He walked back to his position near the tactical map. It showed a complex and messy situation, with ships of different factions manoeuvring in space. Only the Legion and the forces of the Zacynthian seemed static.

  “Auletes, put me on with the Legion.”

  She nodded and quickly connected him to the rest of the Legion.

  “Men and women, warriors of the Legion. The Medes have tried to bribe me to turn on Cyrus, and to renege on our contract to remove Artaxerxes from his perch. Ready your weapons and prepare for battle. Our battle is about to begin!”

  Kleandridas waved over to Clearchus.

  “Strategos, the information from Ariaeus is that they have spotted the arrival of civilian transports at Cunaxa Secundas. Cyrus thinks the Emperor is trying to escape.”

  “So what is he doing?”

  Kleandridas inhaled, tense as the news he had just heard about.

  “Strategos, he has ordered his entire force into a full-scale frontal assault on the planet. Dukas Meno has joined him, and they are moving at maximum speed. They will be in range in less than twenty-two minutes.”

  That is it, then. He thought with finality.

  “Very well. Kentarchos, plot a course for the Terran battleships in the middle of this Zacynthian fleet. I want them burning, and fast!”

  “Yes, Strategos.”

  Kleandridas walked the short distance to his commander and nodded.

  “My Lord, what of Cyrus?”

  “Oh, don’t worry about him. I do not intend on wasting any more time than is necessary on these Zacynthian barbarians. We will bloody their noses and then punch a hole through their shattered hulks to ride in and save the neck of Cyrus.”

  He smiled, almost gently to Kleandridas.

  “This is the time, my old friend. It will be as it was in the old days when we crushed all beneath our armoured fists.”