And again, where the hell were the MMP? Where were the Martian Marines? They had to have caught the coming Dunrakee assassin fleet on their radar heading toward Tagus Valles. By now they’d be receiving an alert from the city’s political officials.
Perhaps they were on their way. He nodded his head, straightening his lips. They probably were.
A pang reverberated against the Miner’s walls. A second pang forced his craft closer to the ground.
The bubble-headed bastards were shooting at him.
It didn’t matter. He’d be fine. Nothing could penetrate his ship except a big-ass Dunrakee cruiser, battleship, or starship.
He pulled up the autopilot controls and punched in the coordinates for Olympus Mons. He leaned back, put his hands behind his helmet, and threw his feet up on the console.
The shots and pings slamming into his ship continued, shaking Miner left and right but doing nothing to harm the big lug.
“Jozi, pull up Jonas’s com channel. Let’s see—”
He stopped himself. Jozi wasn’t in the craft, and a strange, empty feeling filled him. He cracked his knuckles, not believing his own heart. He actually missed the woman.
He shrugged it off.
Pang! Pang!
He snorted. “Keep firing, bubble-heads. See how far that gets you.”
He’d give it another few minutes then he’d call Jonas to see how they were doing. Hopefully, they were kicking ass and taking names. And, with a bit of luck, the damn graviton shields were fully closed, keeping the Dunrakee out, and by chance the Martian Marines were on the scene, fighting the Dunrakee and keeping the cities safe.
He watched his holodisplay like it was a holoscreen saver. The crimson hills filled his view, flowing along like ocean waves he’d seen on old Earth holovids.
Pang!
Oh yeah. Dunrakee crafts were flying above, taking pot shots at the Miner. They wouldn’t dare let him forget that.
He yawned then blinked a couple of times. He jerked back, narrowing his eyes. “What in the Mars dump pit is that?”
Shaking his head and blinking again, he slammed his feet to the floor. A dot on the horizon was getting larger.
A massive Dunrakee battleship was cresting the horizon and heading for him.
“Of course.” He punched his armrest. “I mean, what else could go wrong?”
Another battleship crested the horizon and a third. Fire came out of their tails, pushing them along. These things were packed with photon cannons, lasers, and photon torpedoes with enough firepower to turn Miner into a pile of ash.
Usually, they orbited planets. They rarely, if ever, came planetside. But here they were, greeting Ozzy.
“Great.”
He pulled up his com channel. Everyone he knew needed to get underground—and deep underground—right this second, especially his ex-wife and his daughter.
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Enroute to Olympus Mons, Mars
Ozzy pushed his control stick to the right, veering far from the oncoming battleships and taking him due north toward Mars’s pole.
He wanted as much distance between him and the battleships as possible.
He pulled up his com channel and dialed his ex-wife’s number.
Venessa smiled when she answered. “Lily is excited you’re calling.” She looked over her shoulder. “She’s jumping up and down. You just saw her, but did you want to take her again so soon? Today, if you want?” Her smile turned into a frown. “What is it, Ozzy? I’ve seen that expression before.”
“Get underground.” They were already in Tunnel Downs, which was an underground city, but there were bunkers even there.
She and Lily needed to get in them now.
“What’s going on, Ozzy?” She reached over, bringing Lily’s innocent face into view.
Lily waved. “Hi, Daddy. Can you tell me more about the Knights and the Table?”
It was Knights of the Round Table, but correcting her at the moment seemed frivolous.
“Hi, Lily-bug.” He smiled as best he could then glanced down to check his radar. The battleships maintained their course, and none had detached formation to follow him. “I have some important things I need to talk to your mom about.”
“She’s a big girl, she can listen,” said Venessa.
Ozzy descended lower, almost hugging the ground.
“Get into the bunkers as fast as you can. Stay there until the dust clears. Do you understand?” Ozzy pulled back on his control stick, almost crashing into a rock that spiked up into the air.
Venessa frowned. “You’re scaring me, Ozzy. What’s going on?”
Ozzy smacked his hand on his forehead. “You’re not hearing this on the news?”
Venessa shook her head. “Hearing what?”
The Ministry was either keeping it hush-hush and off the news on purpose or perhaps something else had happened? Could it be that the news channel’s main headquarters was under attack? Or the information towers were being hacked or destroyed?
There were hundreds of potential why’s.
Ozzy let out a loud sigh of frustration. “The Dunrakee are here. They just attacked Tagus Valles and probably many other cities across Mars.”
Venessa leaned over to turn on the news, glancing to her right. Ozzy couldn’t see what she was seeing and could only hear muffled voices.
Venessa scrunched up her nose at what she was watching. “I don’t see any breaking news. All I see is vidshows.”
“You don’t see any ships flying around, shooting at the graviton dome or anything?”
Venessa shook her head again. “Nothing.”
“Well, trust me.” He veered around a crimson hill and glanced at his radar. He’d put enough distance between him and the battleships, so he changed trajectory and flew toward Olympus Mons.
It was up to him and the crime bosses to rid the planet of these bubble-heads. Something may have happened to the Martian Marines or the Ministry because, by now, information should be all over the news, and they should be attacking the Dunrakee ships.
“Venessa, please do me a favor. Get under Tunnel Downs and into a bunker. You may be the only ones in that bunker, but keep your phone with you, and I’ll call you with the all clear.”
Venessa looked left and right. Ozzy could see it in her eyes that she thought he was on drugs or something. “Ozzy, I think the Ministry would tell us if we were invaded or not.”
“They did a piss-poor job on that front last time an entire city—Dawes—was taken over.”
“That was terrorists. Not a navy from the Dunrakee government. It was a surprise attack or something like that.”
His cockpit beeped. The battleships changed course, heading for him.
Not good.
“Please, Venessa. Humble an old man.”
“You’re not old.”
Lily nodded her head, her face serious and determined. “Let’s do what Daddy says. I trust him.”
Venessa’s eyes softened. “Maybe.” She turned around. “Oh, friends have arrived. We’ll get down there soon. Okay, Ozzy?”
Nerves panged his heart. “No, Venessa. Do it now.”
“Can’t talk. Gotta go.”
“No, Mommy. Daddy wants us to—”
The screen blipped off.
“Venessa,” he yelled.
He called back. She had to get herself and Lily-bug to the bunkers.
She didn’t answer.
He pressed her com channel a second time.
Nothing.
He made a fist and punched the flight console, shaking the controls.
“Dammit, Venessa.”
He had to get the Ark. It was the only way.
He pushed the Miner even lower. He was invisible on radar thanks to Indigo but not invisible to the Dunrakee bastards that have already seen him with their own eyes and probably reported his location to the battleships.
He’d have to go underground again.
Still, none of this made sense. How did the battleships ge
t through without even the crime syndicates knowing? Do the Dunrakee have Indigo-type technology now?
He’d have to figure out these answers later.
He reversed thrusters, slowing himself down. “Going underground,” he said to himself. He turned the underbelly thrusters on and hovered to a landing.
The craft made a thud and bounced when it touched the ground. He went to turn the drills on to cover himself in crimson soil when the com channel rang. It was from an unknown line.
Gragas appeared on the screen. “You won’t have time, Ozzy. Get in the air and fly toward the battleships. It’s your only way.”
“You’re kidding me, right? I’ll be blasted out of the sky.”
Gragas bowed his head. “I’m fully aware of your predicament, but I don’t think you are fully aware of your race’s predicament. They won’t last long from this surprise attack.”
Ozzy noticeably swallowed. “I know.”
“Be ready, because I’m on my way.”
The channel turned off, and the holodisplay of outer Mars blipped back on. “Gragas?”
He was gone.
“He expects me to just fly through three battleships?” Ozzy rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”
A rumbling sound filled his cockpit. He eyed the holoscreen, wondering what could be making that noise. The ship vibrated, shaking more and more, the rumbling becoming louder and louder.
He shifted to roof cams and lurched back, taking his hands off of the control stick.
A ship twice the size of a battleship was directly above him, its side wings bent upward and its bow was pointed. Large boosters were built into the sides, and he guessed five or six more were connected to the aft. The ship shadowed Ozzy, dimming the surrounding lights.
Crap.
He was a dead man sitting.
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Enroute to Olympus Mons, Mars
Ozzy flipped the screen back to normal view, adjusting his forward camera and zooming in. The battleships were coming closer, and the ship directly above him, which was the size of a star carrier—the biggest ship known to man—was lowering. He’d either be smashed by the ship or blown to bits by the other battleships heading toward him.
He wasn’t keen on either scenario.
The rumbling and vibrating from the ship above him intensified.
He was trapped. There wasn’t enough time to get the Miner to dig under, but he’d try.
He pushed several buttons, turning on his underbelly drills.
A loud pop sounded, but nothing happened.
He tried it again.
“Damn. What the blazes? Why aren’t they working?”
He pressed the buttons a third time.
Still nothing.
He threw his hands in the air. “Son of a Mars’s ass.”
He unstrapped and bolted to his feet. Twisting around, he went for his rifle, which was on the floor and strewn about with a dozen or more tools that hadn’t been locked in place.
As he reached his rifle, the rumbling softened, and the vibrating decreased.
He glanced up at the screen. “What the—”
Back at the pilot’s chair, he plopped his butt down hard and gripped the control stick.
The ship above him flew onward, heading for the three battleships. His mouth dropped open when he saw the insignia on the star carrier’s belly.
It was Gragas’s mask but a hundred times the size.
The Galactic Knights were here.
“Oooey!” he yelled, throwing a fist in the air. For the first time in a long time, a twinge of hope encapsulated him. He didn’t know how many ships Gragas had brought with him, but this huge clunker above him would do just fine in a fight.
He powered on his thrusters, pushing himself into the air. He rotated the rear boosters and initiated the big H-5 Renegades.
His engine roared like a lion. He flew forward like a starfighter, steering the Miner close to the star carrier’s belly. “On my way to the Ark, Gragas.” He knew the Galactic Knight couldn’t hear him, but it felt good anyway.
He’d jet out from under Gragas’s carrier once he saw an opportunity and head to Olympus Mons.
The star carrier’s bow lit up. Electricity spiraled around it and sparked off lightning bolts. A bright flash lit up the sky, and a howl boomed through Ozzy’s cockpit. A wind picked up, rocking Ozzy back and forth.
Wooooj!
A wide beam expelled from the carrier’s tip, blanketing everything in front of him in electric-blue colors.
The Dunrakee battleships split away, the middle battleship moving upward in a climb to safety, but it was too slow.
The beam struck the underbelly of the Dunrakee ship, and it lit up in a fit of fire, dropping chunks of armor and debris to the red sand.
It bucked back then recalibrated, somehow continuing its long ascent.
Ozzy’s com channel blared. Gragas was on the screen. “Keep under us. We’ll get you to the mountain.”
“Where did you get a star carrier?”
Gragas paused. “Let’s just say we’re borrowing it.”
Ozzy tilted his head, moving the craft even closer to the carrier’s belly. “You stole a star carrier with a Galactic Knight symbol on it?”
Gragas touched his gloved fingertips together. “Let’s just say we’re borrowing it for a long time.” The com channel turned off.
The damaged battleship moved out of Ozzy’s view and was covered by Gragas’s star carrier. The two Dunrakee battleships that split off were now coming back around, heading for Gragas’s ship.
The turrets on the battleships rotated and targeted the star carrier. Silver slugs blasted out from them, sending fiery streaks across the heavens.
A blue haze materialized and surrounded the Galactic Knight’s carrier. A deflector shield. The hot molten slugs impacted the shield, sending electricity soaring around the ship like sizzling lightning trying to find its way through.
The shield fazed in and out.
An electric bolt branched off the deflector shield and wrapped around the Miner. A zap went through the craft.
Ozzy’s holographic display flicked off, and his ship dipped. A jolt zipped through his control stick.
He quickly lifted his hands. “Holy…hot, hot,” he shouted, wiggling his hands in the air. The holodisplay blinked back on, and the Miner shuddered. Ozzy grabbed the stick, bringing the ship back under control.
The carrier veered left and headed for a battleship. Ozzy maintained his course under its belly.
The carrier’s bow lit up again, sending bursts of electricity through the sky and throwing another weapon blast toward the battleship.
The battleship turned, exposing its starboard side. The beam impacted, sending a terrifying screech into the firmament. The battleship’s gears whined, and Ozzy could hear the screech inside his cockpit.
Fire spewed outward, and a secondary explosion erupted through the battleship’s roof, dipping the large behemoth’s nose downward. Smoke trailed from its side. A second internal explosion ripped through its port, sending black smoke curling over the ship’s top edge and wafting toward the sun.
Armor fell in melted clumps, slamming into the sand below and throwing up small dust clouds at every concussion.
The battleship twisted in its flight. A large, rocky slope was coming into view, and the ship’s starboard met the slope with a terrifying crash, throwing shards of armor and debris across the crimson terrain.
The ship slid to a stop, its bow teetering over a cliff’s edge.
Gragas’s star cruiser pulled up, and Ozzy did the same.
A bang thumped against Ozzy’s door.
Ozzy turned and threw his hands up as if he was about to be attacked.
Another bang.
Was he being shot at? Or worse, was a Dunrakee with magnetic boots walking on the roof?
A third bang.
He nodded. Those were boots.
Shit.
Bang!
/> Ozzy brought up his side cam. Yep, a shadowed figure was indeed walking on his roof. It leaned over and slapped a round device on his flying rig then another and another.
Crap.
Were those bombs? Maybe the Dunrakee had a bomb strong enough to break through the Miner’s armor.
Ozzy put the Miner on autopilot and rushed over to his rifle. He pointed it at the door, walking cautiously toward the entrance.
He’d have to shoot the dumbass off the top of his ship. It wasn’t something on Ozzy’s bucket list, so to say he wasn’t too excited was an understatement.
He put his hand on the control panel next to the entrance, readying to press “open.”
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Oh, boy.” He opened his eyes and went to one knee. “Here goes nothing,” he said as he slapped the button. When the door opened, he held the edge of the doorway with one hand and leaned partially out of his craft, aiming his rifle with his other hand.
There was the culprit, leaning over, readying to slap a bomb on the side wall next to the Miner’s door.
Ozzy narrowed his eyes. “Bye, bubble-head.”
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Enroute to Olympus Mons, Mars
The figure clung to the edge of the Miner and slapped a bomb on the side wall anyway.
Ozzy felt the trigger against his gloved finger and pulled. A hot, sizzling blast left the muzzle and shot toward the intruder.
The guy moved out of the way, disappearing out of view. Ozzy’s shot was too high.
“You gotta be kidding me,” exclaimed Ozzy.
Ozzy backed into the craft but kept his finger on the trigger. The thin atmospheric breeze pressed against his space suit, and he focused his aim on the open doorway.
He had to think of a better plan and figure out how to get the charges off of his ship. If he didn’t, they’d detonate, potentially sending this bird crashing to the ground.
He took a step forward.
The Dunrakee swung through the entryway like an Eagle after its prey. Ozzy pulled the trigger just as the guy’s boots slammed into his rifle barrel, flinging the rifle behind Ozzy and against the wall.
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