Omega Force 5: Return of the Archon

by Joshua Dalzelle

  There was an advantage to the fact that Restaria had only recently been colonized. Nobody had polluted the upper orbits with junk and there weren’t any crowded entry lanes. Jason swung the Phoenix smoothly onto a vector that would bring them in right over the equator and allow him to swing north to his primary landing site from there, using the mountain ranges as cover in case his entry was detected. Crusher had told him nobody lived along the equatorial belt. As on Earth, it was hot and steamy and his people preferred higher, cooler climes.

  “Here we go, everybody,” Jason said. His words were unnecessary since they could clearly see the planet outside of the canopy, but he felt the need to keep the tradition of annoying his friends with obvious statements alive and well. The ship began to rock slightly as she bounced down into the first thin layers of the upper atmosphere. Soon, the deck was vibrating, and thin, white plasma streamers could be seen forming along the leading edges of their shields. Jason angled the nose down a few degrees and allowed the airfoils to bite into the comparatively dense stratosphere as they streaked over the equator, leaving a fiery wake in their passing.

  “There was a passing satellite that could have observed us if it was looking at the surface, but it’s made no transmissions in the time it took to reach the horizon,” Doc reported.

  “We aren’t being hailed or pinged,” Kage said. “It looks like we might have gotten in clean.”

  “On the contrary,” Connimon said. “We were detected and tracked the moment we reached upper orbit. The last octet in the final pass code I gave you was a signal to Restaria that we would be making atmospheric entry shortly.”

  “If you had a clearance code all the way to the surface why didn’t we just fly to our landing site?” Jason asked irritably.

  “There are goings on here that we would rather Galvetor not be aware of,” Connimon said, shooting Crusher an uncomfortable look. “This hides us from their long range scans as well as giving us plausible deniability if you’re discovered. After all, why would you be sneaking around if we were allowing you to be here?”

  “I see,” said Jason as he angled his course north and advanced the throttle. As the Phoenix roared through the mountain range, he continued to bleed off altitude until the big gunship was hugging the terrain. He glanced up long enough to see his passengers were becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the flight, alternating from looking out the canopy in terror and looking back at him in concern. Apparently a dislike of flight is a racial trait. He smiled humorlessly and pushed the speed up even more as they streaked over the surface.

  “We’re coming up on Alpha LZ,” Kage reported after another few hours of flight.

  “Copy,” Jason said, throttling back power and angling the nose up a bit to bleed off some speed. He reached over and cycled the landing gear, looking over the landing site on his sensor display. Everything looked clear so he brought power all the way back and let the Phoenix settle into a hover thirty meters over the clearing. “Descending, stand by for touchdown.”

  He eased the power back on the grav-drive until he felt the landing gear impact the ground with a gentle bump. There were a few groans and pops from the Phoenix as she settled all her weight on the three landing gear struts until Jason’s indicators greened up and told him they were completely down. He leveled the ship and began securing the primary flight systems as everyone else unbuckled their restraints and walked around the bridge, stretching legs and backs that had tensed up during the low-level flight through the mountains.

  They were fifty kilometers away from the nearest legion settlement and had landed in a treeless basin that would conceal the gunship from any casual passersby. Jason kept the reactor power up and the drives in standby; while this made the Phoenix easier to detect, it also meant if they needed to leave in a hurry she’d be ready.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he said. “How far to our pickup?”

  “We have a ten kilometer walk until we reach the rendezvous point,” Connimon said. “We’ll be picked up by soldiers from the 7th Legion, the same unit Mazer and Morakar serve in.”

  “Very good,” Jason said. “Let’s get on the move.”

  Had Jason not been worried about landing on a potentially hostile planet and leaving his ship sitting in an unattended clearing, the walk through the Restaria wilderness would have been quite pleasant. The trees towered over their heads a couple hundred feet above them, blotting out the midday sun. The flora under their feet crawled along the forest floor, not getting enough light to become overly large, and a soft breeze whispered through the enormous trunks. For a moment he was transported back to Earth, walking through the sequoias and generally enjoying a simple existence.

  “Are we heading back to the 7th Legion’s base?” Crusher asked as he walked along beside Jason.

  “No,” Mazer said hesitantly. “The base may not be safe. Galvetor has informants and spies everywhere. We’ll be going to a safe house in Ker.”

  “What’s Ker?” Jason asked quietly.

  “The third largest settlement on Restaria,” Crusher said. “It is a place not many outside the warrior class care to venture.”

  “Why is that?” Kage asked from behind them.

  “It is a city that exists in the overlap of four different legion territories,” Crusher said. “The 7th, 11th, 21st, and the 4th all butt up against the city limits. Two of these legions aren’t exactly known for their tolerance of outsiders, especially normal geltens.”

  “So … I guess the next obvious question would be if they don’t like outsiders of their own species, what are they going to do with five aliens?” Twingo asked.

  “We will need to take precautions,” Crusher admitted.

  “That doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence,” Jason muttered as they trudged off through the woods after Connimon and her warrior escort. The forest suddenly seemed a lot less pleasant to him than it had a moment ago. There was a legitimate worry; he still had no idea why they were even there and now they were marching right into a possibly dangerous situation depending on how intolerant the legionnaires actually were.

  His next thought was that the relationship between the warrior class and Galvetor was a lot more complicated than he’d been led to believe. Mazer’s talk of outsiders and spies, both used in a derogatory sense, made Jason think the rift between the cultures may be wider and the resentments deeper than Crusher or Connimon wanted to admit. This also led him to ponder what Crusher meant by legion territories. He had assumed some sort of centralized leadership, but now he had the impression that the legions were loosely connected outfits that competed with each other and didn’t necessarily cooperate or agree. He voiced this to Crusher as they walked through the forest.

  “That’s what I meant when I said that Archon wasn’t exactly a ceremonial position,” Crusher answered with a smile. “I was the face of the warrior class on Galvetor and wasn’t affiliated with any particular legion, but had influence over all.”

  “Influence? Not actual command authority?” Jason asked.

  “No. Out of respect and tradition they followed my lead, but they were never required to do so by threat of punishment,” Crusher said. “We are a confusing group at times. While fiercely loyal to our commanders, even to the death, we resent any outside pressure and rebel with little provocation.”

  “I’m beginning to see what may have precipitated the decision to … relocate you to Restaria,” Jason said carefully.

  “While that’s true, be careful about voicing that opinion here in the open,” Crusher warned. “We’ve carefully constructed the deception to ourselves that moving here was our choice. Words like relocate, exile, or banish aren’t especially popular here.”

  “Thanks for the heads up,” Jason said. “While we’re walking, perhaps you could brief the others on any other social faux pas.”

  “Did you have anyone in particular in mind?”

  “The usual suspects,” Jason said wearily.

  “Right,” Crusher agreed b
efore raising his voice,” Twingo, Kage … I need to talk to you two for a moment.”

  “What for?” The insolent response from Kage surprised nobody.

  Chapter 9

  As the airtruck whisked along, its repulsors making the transition from rough dirt path to paved street seamless, Jason craned his neck to see past the two huge warriors in the front seat to get his first view of Ker. The airtruck was an open-air affair that had two benches lining the cargo bed, not unlike the M939 five-ton truck that he’d been around during his time with the Air Force. If the M939 hovered a meter off the ground and had a forcefield to protect the occupants from the wind and weather, that is.

  He didn’t know what he’d been expecting. A rough, Old Western-style town, perhaps, or maybe even a battle-scarred hovel. But Ker didn’t fit any preconceived notion he’d formed of what a settlement of a warrior culture would be like. It was stunning in its artistic beauty. The only comparison he could draw to an Earth city would be possibly Prague, but Ker had no evidence of a violent past scarring its streets and buildings. Even the size surprised him as he’d expected more of an outpost than a legitimate city as he was seeing now.

  “Outsiders aren’t entirely unheard of, but try not to draw undue attention to yourselves as we drive through the city. It’s not likely you’d be stopped or harassed, but let’s not risk it,” Morakar said as the driver slowed the airtruck down and turned onto one of the perimeter roads to avoid driving through the city center. The air of Restaria was crisp and fresh, even this close to Ker, and the weather was beautiful. Despite the fact that they were in a mildly dangerous situation given the gelten warriors’ predilection towards open hostility towards outsiders, and that he had no idea what they were actually doing on Restaria, Jason couldn’t help but enjoy the drive through open streets of the city outskirts.

  While he was busy gawking at the monolithic, gothic construction of the city, he began to take notice of the geltens themselves. Again, he had to admit, with no small amount of shame, that he had been too quick to judge his friend’s culture and people. There were no cage matches to the death in town squares, no bands of swaggering warriors in full combat regalia, and no brutish behavior of any sort that he could see. They were colorfully dressed in a wide array of styles, albeit most of them sleeveless, and were clumped together in small groups laughing, eating, enjoying street performances, and generally taking in the day. There was an upbeat vibrancy to the city so that it seemed to hum with positivity.

  “Not what you were expecting, was it?” Crusher said with a smug smile.

  “Well … I, er,” Jason floundered. Crusher let him go a moment longer before holding his hand up, laughing softly.

  “This is our sanctuary,” he explained. “We can come here and remember that despite our differences we’re still geltens and have the same appreciation for art, music, and community as our cousins on Galvetor.” He looked around, breathing in deeply. “Make no mistake, though,” he continued. “Any one of these legionnaires is capable of horrific violence in the blink of an eye if provoked. This is also considered neutral ground and fighting between legions is not only rare, but punishable.”

  “What legion are you from?” Twingo asked.

  “I was selected to be raised as an Archon in early childhood, so I don’t really identify with any one of them, but with all of them,” Crusher said. “But when I was brought here from Galvetor, I was selected by the 7th to be trained, so I always have an affinity for that unit.”

  “Which legion are you and Morakar from?” Kage asked Mazer.

  “The 7th,” he said proudly. “We have carried the honor of Lord Felex hailing from our unit, as well as—” He trailed off and looked quickly at Crusher, and then away.

  “You can say it, Mazer,” Crusher said. “You also bear the shame of my exile.”

  “I would not insult you, Lord Felex,” the other warrior said, turning back to him. “But these have been hard times for the 7th, and for Restaria as a whole. Galvetor blusters and makes threats against us, and the imprisonment of Fordix was an affront to us all.”

  “It’s what we’re here to sort out,” Crusher assured him. Jason wasn’t so sure.

  “What would happen if they caught you here?” Jason asked.

  “It would not be good,” Crusher admitted. “Galvetor would issue a warning, and then likely come here to enforce their ruling. After that—” He splayed his hands to indicate he wasn’t sure what the final outcome would be.

  “After that, we go to war,” Morakar said darkly. “No more ground will be given to the bureaucrats and politicians.” Crusher remained silent, but looked meaningfully at Jason. It seemed Connimon had been accurate about that part at least: the relationship between the two worlds was dangerously strained.

  The airtruck pulled off the small feeder street it had been traveling on and down an alley between two large buildings that looked to be constructed of stone blocks the size of delivery vans. They slid to a stop near what appeared to be a loading dock and sat silently while the driver pulled out a com unit and began talking. It was some minutes later when the driver turned to Connimon. “You may go in now.”

  “If you’ll all follow me,” she said, climbing out of the back of the airtruck. They all climbed out after her and walked, single file, towards a narrow staircase near the edge of the loading dock that led down into the sublevels. There were no signs or markers near the stairs, and they would likely be overlooked by a casual observer. Following Connimon down into the depths beneath Ker, Jason had a momentary pang of anxiety. If she was leading them into a trap, there would be no room to maneuver or fight. He quickly dismissed his worries; if she planned to have them attacked, it could have happened at any time leading up to the airtruck dropping them off, and in a much more discreet location than the third largest city on the planet.

  When they reached the bottom of the staircase, there was a door to the left of the landing that was already standing wide open and a dim light spilling out from within. Connimon passed through the doorway without hesitation, as did Mazer and Morakar and Crusher behind them. Jason looked over his shoulder to ensure Lucky was close behind him before walking in himself.

  Beyond the door was simply a long corridor that sloped down and to the right, leading them even deeper beneath Restaria’s surface until they passed through a large archway and into what looked like a sparsely appointed reception area … and it was occupied. No fewer than twenty Galvetic warriors were milling around when the group walked in, hushing all conversation as they did so. All eyes were on Crusher as he walked confidently to the middle of the room and looked around. All the warriors were wearing a wide, red sash from right shoulder to left hip that Jason guessed was some sort of identifier. Not exactly subtle.

  “This way, Lord Felex,” a booming voice said from a doorway near the rear of the room. Without a word, everyone turned and went towards the door. “Only members of the order are permitted,” the voice boomed again as a large Galvetic arm loomed from the crowd, intent on grabbing Jason’s shoulder. It was met with a lightning fast armored hand that latched onto it at the wrist. The warrior who owned the arm traced his gaze along the metallic one until he was staring into the unblinking eyes of a pissed-off battlesynth.

  “You will refrain from touching the captain,” Lucky said simply. The warrior wrenched his arm free and turned to face Lucky, three more warriors coming to stand behind him, drawing weapons as they did. Jason was still looking at the warrior who’d reached for him when he heard a pop/whine from behind him; he could see the red glow of Lucky’s eyes reflected in the eyes of the warriors facing him as the battlesynth switched to full combat mode. In such cramped quarters this was going to be messy.

  “Enough!” Crusher thundered. “Lucky, stand down.” What happened next surprised all of Omega Force, but especially Jason.

  “I do not take orders from you, Crusher,” Lucky said harshly, even angrily, the smell of ozone permeating the air as the power coursed through hi
s weapon systems. “I will stand down only when I have assurances the captain is safe and not before.”

  “Oh, shit,” Jason heard Twingo mutter from the back of the room. “This is going to be a bloodbath.” Jason risked looking around the room and saw that Morakar and Mazer were nowhere to be found, and Connimon was watching the spectacle with an alarming look of detached disinterest. All of this happened in the blink of an eye and Jason knew if someone didn’t defuse the situation it was going to escalate quickly. With so many weapons in such a cramped space, he had no illusions about surviving the engagement. Crusher, having gotten over his shock at Lucky’s rebuke, also seemed to grasp the danger.

  “Legionnaires,” Crusher said, “At ease!” The response was immediate. The four facing Jason holstered their weapons with lighting speed and stepped to the side, arms locked to their sides and standing at a rigid attention. In fact, all the warriors in the room were locked up, forming into lines of four or five. Lucky looked around the room and, when he was certain that Crusher had control over the soldiers still standing at attention, secured his own weaponry and the angry red glow faded from his eyes as he stood down from full combat mode. Crusher nodded to him before addressing the warrior who was standing at the door. “What did you mean by members of the order only?”

  “Just as I said, Lord Felex,” the warrior said, looking straight ahead as he did. “Your companions may wait out here, but they will not be permitted to pass through this door.”