Beachhead Series Collected Adventures Volume One: Invasion Earth series box set

by Chris Lowry

  “No room for doubt, Babe.”

  “I’m not doubting, sir. I just think we need more men.”

  Steph coughed.

  “Or women.”

  Lt grinned, watched his teeth flash in

  the faces around him.

  “Then it’s our lucky day, cause I know where we can get the first one.”

  The End

  AUTHORS NOTE:

  Argh! I know, you want to know what happens next. I’ve seen your emails about how the story ends. It’s not a cliff hanger, it’s a loop. You knew they were going to go save Lutz, even as Lutz tries to save himself.

  Let’s see if it works in book 3, LODGEMENT, coming out on 11 December.

  Some questions will get answered, some people might die. It is war after all. But, this story was planned as a trilogy, and you saw that two men from PHALANX joined up with them.

  After Lodgment, another story decided to happen, and we’re going to see THULE as the next book in the series.

  So don’t worry, they’re gonna keep coming.

  Let me tell you, Lick Commander has some stuff up his sleeve, Lt’s gonna do some cussing, and there’s plenty of alien ass busting to go around.

  I want to thank you for reading these.

  BEACHHEAD (a military term for establishing a position) (PS. Correct me if I’m wrong) is about the human race starting to fight back.

  BRIDGEHEAD (enlarging the established position) is about taking the small fight into a battle for the survival of the human race.

  LODGEMENT (establishing a permanent perimeter for an occupation) carries the fight a step further.

  What does THULE mean? It’s a Viking (Norwegian?) term for beyond. I found it in a book called ULTIMA THULE by a six foot seven inch wild man who explored the artic, wore a polar bear fur coat, and once chopped off his own toes and leg when he got frostbite, then used a peg leg he carved himself! (talk about a bad ass.)

  So beyond might go beyond the atmosphere. We might find space ships.

  Again, I just want to say thank you. I appreciate your emails, comments and reviews. But most of all, thanks for sharing this adventure with me. I hope you enjoy it.

  C-

  PS. If you grabbed this on pre-order, send me an email to Chrislowrybooks@gmail.com and I’ll send you PHYYRIC (sequel to PHALANX) free in a few weeks.)

  LODGEMENT

  Invasion Earth book 3

  By

  Chris Lowry

  Copyright 2017

  Grand Ozarks Media

  All Rights Reserved

  LODGEMENT

  “Smoke,” Crockett pointed and the rest of their heads swiveled in that direction.

  A thin cloud of smoke blossomed over the tree tops, trailing on a higher wind in the same direction they were flying on the stolen hovercraft.

  “What do you think, Lt?” Babe asked.

  Lt. William Bonney squinted at the horizon through the reflective faceplate he wore connected to his helmet.

  A heads up display seemed to respond to his thoughts and zoomed in on the column of smoke with three clicks. He stared at a closer version and marveled as the composition components scrolled across the screen in front of his retina.

  “Wood smoke,” he said. “Too big for a campfire.”

  “Building?” Babe said.

  He was staring at his own scroll of information feeding across the faceplate he wore.

  Lt nodded.

  Babe put a hand on Crockett’s shoulder.

  “Check it out.”

  He pulled on the yoke to send the alien hovercraft over the trees and angled them on an intercept vector.

  “Be ready,” Lt advised the rest of the squad.

  He watched Jake and Steph, two prisoners who had been conscripted into his war against the aliens, shift in their stance and hold their blaster rifles at ready.

  Weber and Renard, two veterans who claimed to be from the lost Martian front, knelt behind the partially raised side of the hovercraft and aimed over the edge.

  Jake took note and tapped Steph on the shoulder. He imitated the veterans and she followed his example.

  The hovercraft floated thirty feet off the ground, the color of the smoke changing as they approached, growing darker and thicker.

  From here, Lt could make out a clearing in the trees up ahead, a patch of forest missing in the dense canopy of leaves.

  “Circle round,” he instructed Crockett and the man piloting the hovercraft complied.

  They were too noisy to make a silent approach, and too high to sneak in. The least they could do was change direction, Lt thought.

  Crockett couldn’t set down on top of the trees, so he shot across the edge of the clearing and dropped toward the churned ground.

  It was a town of survivors, or once had been.

  Five wooden huts, burned shells now, still smoldered from blackened piles of ash.

  “Cold blooded murdin’ sons of bitches!” Lt. muttered.

  The ground was littered with bodies.

  Human bodies.

  Men were burned beyond recognition, black skeletons curled in fetal positions, weapons tossed aside on some, clutched in the charred fingers of others.

  Women and children were scattered in front of two buildings, only known by the smaller corpses they left behind.

  “Another bomb?” Waldo offered as they settled on the ground with only a slight lurch.

  Lt shook his head. He didn’t know.

  They had been at a compound before when the Licks dropped a concussive bomb that took out a lot of people. But those bodies hadn’t been burned.

  The Licks wouldn’t want their new slaves unable to work.

  He hopped over the edge of the hovercraft and blanched as his boots squished into the ground. It was wet with blood, or what looked like it.

  “Cover,” he said as Babe started to get out with him.

  “Lt?”

  “Watch the trees, Babe. Anyone left alive is going to come from there.”

  “What about the Licks?”

  “This was no damn Lick,” Lt grunted.

  He trusted his squad to cover the perimeter, but readied his rifle as he stepped among the dead.

  There were too many of them.

  The entire compound was slaughtered.

  “I’ve got to tell you, this gets the Scotch Irish in me pretty damned riled up,” Lt spat. “I got us spending all our time trying to save the fucking human race, and these piece of crap egg suckers go and make all my effort wasted.”

  He saw the bush quiver out of the corner of his eye and whipped around with his blaster.

  A small scream echoed from the underbrush as he sent a laser shot smoking through the leaves.

  “Come on out!” Lt shouted.

  Babe and Waldo spread away from him, flanking whoever or whatever it was hiding in the brambles.

  They watched a tiny hand reach out and lift the greenery to one side. A second hand spread it farther apart and a mud smudged face peeked through the opening. Large brown eyes blinked at them, dripping tears through the dirt crusted cheeks.

  “Come on out now,” Lt said, his voice still crisp with annoyance at being startled.

  A small boy crawled out of the underbrush. He was covered in mud, and darker stains that could have been blood. His movements were frantic, jerky, and he kept watch on the alien looking men in giant armor aiming guns at him.

  Steph pushed past Lt.

  “Lower your guns,” she chided. “He’s terrified.”

  She kneeled in front of the boy as he flinched away from her.

  “Hey buddy,” she cracked a smile, trying to ease his fear.

  “He’s not a dog,” said Waldo.

  “I’ve got eyes,” she said.

  “You’re talking to him like he’s a dog.”

  “I am not.”

  “Here boy,” Waldo imitated her voice. “Sounds like a dog to me.”

  “Ask him who he is,” Lt ordered.

  “He pr
obably speaks English,” said Steph.

  “Do you? Do you speak English boy?” Waldo kept up the high pitched voice a lot of pet owners used.

  The mud covered kid growled.

  “Sounds like a dog,” Waldo shrugged.

  “I don’t know Waldo,” said Babe. “Talking to me like that would piss me off enough to growl too.”

  “Cut the bull shit,” said Lt. “Ask him what happened.”

  He turned and stalked back to the hovercraft toward Weber and Renard.

  “You two, circle the perimeter, see what you can pick up.”

  Weber glanced at Renard, then readied his rifle. He took a few steps ahead of the younger man, who followed after him, both of their heads on a swivel as they searched for any threats or clues.

  Steph held out her hand to the boy.

  “How long have you been here?”

  He stared at the glove covering her outstretched palm and his lower lip began to quiver. One tiny hand stretched toward hers and settled into her grip.

  She closed her glove over it, soft and reassuring as his tiny shoulders began to heave, small sobs hiccupping over the still crackling embers of the ash covered piles.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Lick Commander stared at the holographic image that floated six feet off of the floor. His long slender tongue flickered in and out of his mouth, tasting the air and revealing his frustration as he stared at the back of His Imminence.

  His leader had contacted him to deliver instructions and receive a report no doubt. His Nestmate had a hand in arranging this meeting, but no sooner had the bulbous giant Leader signed on to the communications array, he turned away from the Lick Commander to consult with his council.

  It was an act designed to show him his place in the scheme of things, Lick Commander realized. What he had considered an honor, to watch over a Nestmate and keep her safe, he now considered as a fellow exile.

  She was either a spy sent to report back on his loyalty, or exploit his shortcomings in the fight against the humans, or an ally. He had yet to determine which despite sharing his sex with her.

  The back heaved with laughter as someone he could not see spoke to his Leader and amused him. Lick Commander held his shoulders rigid, his yellow eyes narrowed in anger.

  That His Imminence would ignore him was expected. That he would do so in front of an assembled group of other commanders was insufferable.

  Lick Commander hoped the Nestmate was here to help. He would like nothing more than to eliminate the ineffective and inefficient leadership in front of him, staring with clearing the entire room. A well placed bomb would do the work, he thought. Something from the human arsenals that would lay the blame on that species of parasites.

  He wanted to turn away, return to getting reports on the progress of clearing the base with the new slaves. He wanted to return to the Nestmate exiled with him, the scent of their most recent passionate encounter clinging to his scaly skin. But he waited. It was what a good soldier would do.

  CHAPTER THREE

  "What are we waiting on?" Weber grumbled. "I thought we were fighting Licks."

  "This is wasting time," Renard added.

  Babe grunted his assent.

  Lt ignored them.

  He was good at ignoring a lot of things, years of practice making him an expert at projecting a stony expression.

  But he heard them.

  Still, he didn't take his eyes off Steph as she gripped the hand of the dirt covered urchin in front of them.

  "What's your name?" he asked.

  The kid blanched away from the alien looking visage bending toward him.

  Lt nodded and popped his visor open with a snick, revealing ice blue eyes in a perpetual squint.

  "You got a name?" he asked again, making a point to make his voice soft, less threatening than his normal gruff rasp.

  The kid nodded.

  Tears and snot mixed together under his nose and turned the dirt on his lip into a muddy mustache.

  “What is it?”

  The kid shook his head.

  Lt squinted harder as his eyes moved around the squad.

  "That's Babe," Lt pointed to the giant standing between the two veterans of Mars. “Waldo, Crockett, Weber, Renard. You’re holding on to Annie Oakley there.”

  She squeezed the kid’s hand.

  “There,” said Lt. “Now you know us. Want to tell us your name?”

  The dirty faced urchin shook his head.

  “No? Why the hell not?”

  “You’re strangers.”

  Lt snickered, an odd sound among the carnage spread around them.

  “Last man standing,” Babe snorted. “And still won’t talk.”

  Lt glared at the death surrounding them, sniffed the air.

  “That’s alright, boy. You don’t have to tell us your name if you don’t want.”

  The kid sobbed and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the mud in a long grubby streak.

  “I’m not a boy,” he sniffed.

  Lt squinted harder. Steph pulled her into a rough armor coated side hug.

  “It’s a girl, Lt,” said Waldo.

  “My ears ain’t broke,” Lt answered as he watched Steph try to comfort the girl.

  “Damn.”

  He was looking at her, but his mind was taking a trip, one of those quick memory flashes that steal up on a person and carry them off, usually when things are quiet but on occasion when the timing wasn’t perfect.

  He looked beyond the mud and tears, around the armored arm and into the soft lines of her face, the youthful cheeks sunken, the course hair matted and ratty around her face. Clothes, layers of them, hiding the frail young body.

  Lt was staring at a girl who might have been the same age as his daughter, had she lived.

  “Fucking Licks,” he growled and the little girl flinched, cringing into Steph’s suit as fire flashed in the Lt’s eyes.

  “Your folks in there?” he rasped.

  She nodded, the tears all gone, or just cried out.

  “Give her a drink,” he told Steph and handed her a hydration pouch from a pack.

  The little girl took it and sucked on the end like she hadn’t had water in days.

  Steph let her get two mouthfuls and pulled it away before she drank too much and got sick.

  “Ask her if she saw what happened here?” Lt instructed.

  But he was sure she had.

  Young eyes shouldn’t be that haunted.

  “I can hear you,” she said, her young voice stronger now that it was wet, though still thick with tears and sadness.

  “Then answer if you can,” Lt snapped, the words coming out harsher than he meant.

  Certainly, harsher than he would have spoken to his own daughter, harder than he intended.

  “I can,” she snarled back. “Soldiers.”

  She sniffed again and swiped at the mud on her cheeks and face.

  “That it?”

  “Isn’t that enough?” Steph answered for her. “You knew it wasn’t aliens.”

  Lt nodded.

  “Lutz,” Babe reminded him, an attempt to steer him back to mission.

  Lt waved him off.

  “I ain’t forgot Babe.”

  “I’m just saying, we can file that rugrat into the Hovercraft and get going. She can tell us whatever story she wants on the way.”

  “We could leave her,” said Waldo.

  “We’re not leaving her,” Steph huffed.

  She held out her hand to the little girl and flexed her palm.

  Lt made a circling motion with his finger.

  “Let’s go if you’re going Rugrat.”

  He marched past Webar and Renard on his way to the hovercraft.

  “What kind of outfit are you running here?” Weber whispered after him.

  But if Lt heard, he didn’t answer.