《The Fall Years》
Roswell, CH1: Survivor
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Roswell, CH3: One Small Step for a Kaskari
¡°He¡¯s alive, but only just,¡± came a soft voice at Vadir¡¯s side. It spoke in a human language and he couldn¡¯t understand a word they were saying. He was thankful that they hadn¡¯t saw fit to restrain him but he couldn¡¯t afford to just lie here. Not while the Dauntless remained an ever-present threat to this world. He began fidgeting and could see various clear bags and tubes being used to pump liquids into him. Maybe that¡¯s why they didn¡¯t need restraints. They wanted him napping. I can¡¯t have that. He may have put more into his roll than he intended because he spilt out onto the hard dirt and felt suddenly dizzy. He also lay there for longer than he meant to. This is the first time I¡¯ve touched real grass and dirt. So many years spent on the Dauntless¡ all my friends. The realisation hit him as his grey hand brushed over strands of grass. Am I the only one who made it out alive?
His movements were sluggish and it took a while for him to adjust to this new world, all the while, the humans simply watched him. The soft-spoken one had stepped ahead of those close by and appeared to be gesturing more to those armed, than Vadir himself.
¡°WE. WILL. NOT HURT YOU.¡±
Vadir cocked his head. ¡°I don¡¯t understand, what you¡¯re saying.¡±
¡°Doctor, trying to reason with him won¡¯t work, he can¡¯t understand you.¡±
Vadir looked from the long-haired person to their more grizzled companion. Lighter in skin, but looking far worse for wear. The years had not been kind to them. This was someone that had seen war. He soon knew that getting them on his side was the only way to get out of this alive. But how do you convince someone who can¡¯t understand a word you¡¯re saying? While he argued with himself, he failed to notice the gap close and a soft grip around his wrist. On instinct, his trace triggered, the veins of his skin turned a vibrant yellow and he saw them raise their weapons.
¡°DO. NOT. SHOOT.¡±
She was stern now, and better yet, he now understood her. But the trace did not end there¡ In a matter of seconds, her life, up until now flashed by in his mind.
The unmistakable scent of burning plasma and the sound of wounded crying would have led a weak-willed person to turn away from it all. To turn inward in hopes of shutting it all out but she had to remain steadfast and strong not for her sake but theirs. She had a duty and so did they. That meant getting them back to the fight, no matter how much they begged her. Now and then, a single question weighed on her mind, what were they even fighting for anyway? Sure, the Japanese had a vested interest in securing the Pacific region but that was as much a reaction to China¡¯s growing strength as it was a desperate power grab on the part of the United States to keep up with the other world powers. That was the paraded answer but there was probably more to it than just that. On the one hand, they wanted security and the resources that came with that. On the other hand, if the rumours were true. There were ¡®alien sites¡¯ dotted across South East Asia. She knew this because she had been reassigned from Site 51. One of those alien sites. The treasure trove of ancient alien technology had accelerated the race for technological superiority in a world that was progressing ever more off a cliff and into the unknown. She dreaded how this would all end. But as long as she did her duties, and if things went as intended she might actually be able to return to her parents at the farm. Or they would just send her back to Site 51. To live the rest of her miserable life under the Earth.
The vision blurred and shifted then to a cold sterile environment. Outside lay a vast unforgiving space. Many on board had already resigned themselves to accepting that this vessel would be their tomb. There would be no salvation in this dark forest. Vadir Kor could not allow their doubt or existential issues to enter his headspace. He had a duty of care to this ship, nothing else mattered. As always he had been informed of a power fault in this corridor and with his assortment of precision tools, he set to work on removing the grates and soon found the issue. A split wire. Fixing it took very little time and as he fixed the grate back into place he stood up and stretched. In doing so he turned to see where they were. A grey crater-ridden surface was below them and beyond that sitting on the horizon was a handful of large interconnected domes that stretched out in all directions. Another fledgling civilisation, one that had just begun reaching out into the dark forest. A new player to join this doomed game. Beyond the alien domes sat the planet itself. Indescribable in its sheer beauty and majesty. He took a minute to absorb its finer details. From each continent to the wide blue oceans. He had longed to set foot on an alien world. Perhaps this would finally be the one and their journey could at last end.
Little did he know what hell would soon follow.
She threw herself into the embrace of the grizzled man. He cupped her head as she cried into his chest.
¡°Did he hurt -¡±
¡°No, just ¨C I think he can understand us now. And I, him?¡±
Vadir looked at his hand. An alien¡¯s touch. Another new experience. He knew their words. Understanding fully would come later. The two words he planned to say next seemed to fit his current predicament.
¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡±
¡°Etu elfriq er gel venad,¡± the woman said letting go of the man and facing Vadir Kor. (1)
She spoke my language. His eyes widened in disbelief. Her pronunciation was lacking but the intent was there. ¡°You di- did not do anything. That was me. I can do this thing called ¨C reguv¡ trace. In your language. It helps when we need to clear up misunderstandings.¡±
The grizzled man stepped forward, moving the woman aside. ¡°Like attacking the city of Lazarus?¡±
Vadir cocked his head. He had no idea what Lazarus was. Then it dawned on him. ¡°Grenigh vorgundai.¡± (2)
¡°The Lunar city, yes,¡± said the woman. ¡°Captain Miller, if I may say my piece.¡±
¡°It hasn¡¯t stopped you so far, Doctor.¡±
¡°This alien is no soldier. He maintained the ship.¡±
¡°And you know this how?¡±
She sighed. ¡°When we linked minds. I saw him maintaining the ship. It must have been moments before they attempted contact with Lazarus.¡±
Vadir nodded slowly. ¡°Yes ¨C Por hundera told me a team was sent to the grinigh surface.¡± Vadir began pacing and those with him remained guarded. As well they should. When contact failed, we made the first move. And then¡ Vadir stopped and faced them again. ¡°Primor! ug qala. Danger.¡± (3)
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¡°Morte stormed the ship,¡± the Doctor said.
¡°and human too. A three-way fight broke out. Chaos. I -¡± he looked at his scarred hands and struggled to keep his breathing under control. I left them all to die.
¡°Captain Miller, would you mind giving me and my patient some alone time?¡±
¡°Your patient?¡±
¡°He¡¯s shellshocked, experiencing both trauma and a new world. We need him on our side to face what lies ahead. What happened to Lazarus was a tragedy. But the mistake can still be fixed.¡±
¡°You think you can get through to him.¡±
¡°The trace kicked down the door. Now it¡¯s my turn to make him feel at home.¡±
The Captain looked concerned but said nothing, he gestured for his men to leave. ¡°I will leave two men at the entrance. I may also send the Wagon¡¯s medics to interview him in the meantime. He may be of use to us yet.¡±
¡°I agree,¡± said the woman.
The Captain left with the two soldiers following on his heel. Now it¡¯s just the two of us. Vadir looked at the woman, he understood some of what was said, and that the Captain would send in two others to ask questions. That was fine, as long they didn¡¯t kill him. He was happy.
The woman folded her arms, ¡°So our minds joined, anything else you want to tell me?¡±
Before he could answer, everything lurched forward and spun. He could hear her call her help but not much else, soon the darkness returned and with it an uncertain future.
#
He awoke a little later and found himself still in the company of the Doctor he had traced. As the heat faded to give way to the evening. He felt a chill run through him. If he wanted to be of use to these people, he would need to be able to speak to them fluently. I wonder could another trace give me what I need. He looked over to the Doctor wearing white and waved her over. She smiled at him, stood up and approached his bed. She carried in one hand an old electric lantern. Its illumination kept back much of the darkness and it allowed Vadir to take in the alien person¡¯s features. He had been too caught up in his circumstances to appreciate them. The Kaskari had encountered many alien races across their travels through the vast void of space. Some alive. Many more extinct, and some of those races had come close to looking like them but the humans were so similar he almost wondered if a group of Kaskari had got here first centuries ago. It would explain much of their technological feats unless something else was responsible for that.
¡°How can I assist you? Are you feeling better?¡± she asked, placing the lantern on the side table. She had interrupted his train of thought and he didn¡¯t know how to communicate his intention. He simply held his hand out. She understood. ¡°You want to do another trace?¡±
¡°Yes, to better understand.¡±
Her hand hovered above his silver palm. She looked visibly shaken, their first mental collision had left them both reeling. No telling if would happen again. Not wanting to give her the chance to pull away he gripped her pale pink hand and engaged his trace once more. The veins on his skin turned a brighter yellow. If I can read her mind, I can better understand them. I can make this right.
There were no visions this time, she was calm and composed. She had learned, either consciously or unconsciously to block his attempts to pierce her history. But her language, English. It unravelled before him. It had a lot in common with his own tongue but diverged in just as many places.
¡°Better?¡±
¡°Yes, thank you.¡±
¡°Nobut tu¡± (4)
¡°You¡¯re the first alien to speak to me in my own tongue.¡±
¡°Says the alien.¡±
They laughed at that, and the tension lifted. He couldn¡¯t fathom what the Captain planned for him but she at least seemed trustworthy. It would have to do.
¡°I¡¯m sorry for Lazarus. My people would have found a better way if -¡±
¡°If they could have run a trace like we did.¡±
¡°Yes, but it¡¯s never that easy.¡±
¡°I¡¯ve merged with your head twice now and your name still escapes me.¡±
¡°Vadir Kor and I could say the same of you.¡±
¡°It¡¯s Kate Underwood.¡±
The silence following this was a long one, he didn¡¯t quite know where to begin but there was one matter that concerned all life on this planet. ¡°Your moon city had fallen when we found it.¡±
¡°We suspected as much.¡±
¡°We call them, Primor. You call them Mortan. I had hoped we left them behind.¡±
¡°You¡¯ve faced Mortans before?¡±
¡°It would be centuries now since then. Most of what is known are just stories. To give us hope that we may rise again.¡±
¡°How long have you been travelling for?¡± she asked raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged. ¡°I spent some of it in sleep. I know one thing. I was born on that ship. It¡¯s been my home for so very long.¡±
¡°I¡¯m sorry that your people''s journey ended this way.¡±
He wanted to say that more would come but he hesitated. He trusted her, but the soldier. What would he do with that information? I wonder.
¡°I want to see how it looks from the Earth.¡±
¡°See what?¡±
¡°The Moon, as you would call it.¡±
She closed her eyes and shook her head but appeared to understand his sentiment. ¡°I saw the Earth from your perspective. She looks so -¡±
¡°Inspiring.¡±
¡°Yes but also inviting. It gives me hope in a way.¡±
¡°How so?¡±
¡°Well, that we can join the stars.¡±
¡°After meeting us, do you really want to?¡±
¡°You think we made this far by getting along right off the bat? You might understand what we say. But you¡¯ve got a long way to go till you understand us.¡±
He didn¡¯t object as she went about removing the tubes. She grabbed some nearby bandages from a storage unit and applied them to where openings had been cut. He sat up after she finished and swung his legs over the bed, planting them once more on the dirt. It sent a cold shock up through his ankles. He had forgotten he was barefoot. He used his toes to rub dirt between them once more. I could get used to this. This odd coolness proved soothing. It also hurt as his feet rolled over small stones. The Doctor soon helped him to stand. Dizziness overcame him again and it took a moment to steady both his nerves and himself. Kate thankfully helped him remain steady. She was just like the memory. She had a duty, and that was to send him back into the fray. ¡°Careful, don¡¯t do anything too sudden, you¡¯ve been out of it for a while, remember.¡±
¡°Thank you, Kate.¡±
She met his red eyes and huffed. ¡°No problem, Vadir. I¡¯m sure the others will come round to you, once you get to talk to them.¡±
¡°The Wagon medics?¡±
¡°They can talk to you tomorrow. I wanted to make sure you would be ready for them first. Now let¡¯s get this over with. Come with me.¡±
She parted the flaps much to the surprise of the two guards. A simple request gave them the room they needed to exit. By now night had fully settled. Vadir removed her hand from his shoulder and stumbled forward so that he stood alone. Behind him, Kate and the guards remained vigilant. The two men looked at each other unsure of what to do about this developing situation. In truth, he was more than a little lost too. There was so much to take in, from the chatter and laughter coming from the nearby tents to the ship he came from, almost invisible due to its sleek silver metal design. Its final resting place would be here. He looked beyond it and saw her at rest. The Dauntless sat in an open grave. Above it, the moon shone down, its translucent light spreading across the barren landscape. On that celestial body, humans likely remained fighting against the Mortans and any Kaskari fortunate enough not to have returned to the Dauntless before it crashed. Vadir''s legs crumbled beneath him and he landed on the dirt. Kate hurried to his side and crouched down next to him. He drove his hands into the dirt and traced. He felt the earth, and its infinite majesty as it hurtled inexorably through space. He sensed a world teeming with life both large and small. And then he felt it, cold and foreboding. The husk of the Dauntless held horrors inside of it. If even one Mortan made it out. We all lose.
He rejected such a notion. We didn¡¯t come this far, all to die!
He felt her hand on top of his. Anger gave way to calm and he met her green eyes for what felt like the first time.
¡°Tell your Captain, I have to help. They took my home from me. I must destroy that ship.¡±
¡°I promise I¡¯ll do that, but first Vadir. You need to rest.¡±
And rest he would as he collapsed into her, drained of energy until the dawn fast approached.
Roswell, CH4: One Giant Leap for All Mankind
¡°You really wear this?¡± Vadir asked scratching under the sleeves of the green tunic, Doctor Underwood had requisitioned some spare uniform for the alien to wear. As Vadir¡¯s flight suit was in such a sorry state she thought it would be prudent to give Vadir at least something decent to wear. Though he wondered how he would look to the humans dressed in their clothing.
¡°It¡¯s standard issue for most serving men. Don¡¯t tell me the Kaskari don¡¯t have dress codes?¡±
¡°We do, but it¡¯s not so basic.¡±
¡°Oh really? Impress me, spaceman.¡±
The phrase spaceman took him aback for a second. It sounded strange to his ear. Even though he now understood human speech. The way she described him sounded weird. It wasn¡¯t exactly wrong but in all his life he had also seen himself as from Ascendaris even if he had never set foot on the world. Being called a space man reminded him he was the human equivalent of a nomad. A wanderer without a home. Would Earth be enough to fill that void?
¡°Vadir?¡± Doctor Underwood asked snapping her fingers. ¡°I asked you about Kaskari dress codes. Do you lot do this often? Just drift.¡±
Vadir bristled and rubbed the back of his grey neck. ¡°No, it¡¯s a new experience for me. As for gear, other than the suit, we have how you say proper combat gear with in-built shielding too. I noticed you don¡¯t seem to have that.¡±
¡°We¡¯re still learning the ropes. We¡¯ll get there.¡±
¡°Anyone other race said that and I¡¯d be doubtful, but you humans. Once you stop shooting each other. Who knows what you might achieve up there.¡±
¡°Shooting each other is something of a hobby of ours. Don¡¯t tell me the Kaskari never had civil wars up there.¡±
Vadir leaned forward. ¡°I won¡¯t lie, I¡¯ve been told things got heated in the past. It¡¯s half the reason we¡¯re even here. Trying to start again. It could be going worse though,¡± Vadir¡¯s thoughts drifted back to his main ship. ¡°She can¡¯t be allowed to remain like that. Won¡¯t be long until those things you call Deterrent start spilling out.¡±
The flaps of the tent being disturbed got both of their attention. As expected, the Welcome Wagon¡¯s two medics entered. One was small and scruffy looking while the other looked more well-kept and wore glasses. They both raised eyebrows at the sight of the alien wearing human clothes. Vadir imagined this wouldn¡¯t be the last time that happened.
¡°Reports are saying he can speak English?¡± asked the man wearing glasses.
Kate Underwood gestured to Vadir as he remained sat in his wooden chair. ¡°As fluently as any native. He picked up the language remarkably well. Either his native tongue is like ours, or his brain is wired in ways we can¡¯t ever hope to match. At least not yet,¡± Kate said managing a small smile to both men. ¡°Vadir, this is Master Sergeant Gregory and Corporal Munroe. They are Welcome Wagon¡¯s squad medics.¡±
Neither seemed all that eager to get any closer. Vadir didn¡¯t need a trace to tell both men were just a tad afraid of him. They are wise to doubt me, but I need to dispel that fast. If we¡¯re to survive what comes next, we need to be on the same page. He rose to be at full height and realised he cleared them both. And as naturally as he could, he held out a hand for a handshake. Apparently, it was a show of mutual respect between two people. He hoped this would be the first of many actions to undo the rocky start between humanity and the Kaskari.
The smaller man, Gregory stepped forward first and took the handshake. It was a stronger grip than Vadir expected and he had to resist turning on his trace. He didn¡¯t one to scare them just yet.
¡°Impressive, Vadir you didn¡¯t show off that power of yours,¡± Kate said folding her arms.
Gregory cocked his head at her. ¡°What kind of power are we talking about here?¡±
¡°I can show you if you like.¡±
¡°Do it.¡±
Vadir engaged the trace and unlike the thoughts of Kate. Gregory¡¯s had a violent tinge to them. He was a man shaped by war and all that came with it. The first memories showed a troubled youth that the army would later mould into something useful. In return, Gregory was shown the vastness of space and life in an environment he could only hope to experience one day. He let go of Vadir¡¯s hand and stepped back.
¡°What else can you do?¡±
¡°I may be able to form weapons from compacted light, but I¡¯m no soldier. My training only really involves tracing. It¡¯s useful when you have a big ship and lots of moving parts that easily break.¡±
¡°I bet,¡± Gregory said stepping back.
¡°Enough of whatever this is, we have some questions for you, Vadir. Are you prepared to answer?¡±
Vadir sank back down to his chair and looked at the other man, Munroe. Sharper features in general. He wondered what type of man he would see if he traced him. And would he even want to? ¡°Go ahead, I¡¯ll answer to the best of my ability.¡±
¡°The big ship, does it have a fancy name?¡±
¡°The closest word in your language would be Dauntless. Vadt Wer Undu. The Dauntless Spirit.¡±
¡°And that ship you came down in, why were you the only occupant?¡±
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¡°As you can probably tell, and Sergeant Gregory and Doctor Underwood can verify if you doubt it. I¡¯m not a soldier. Not like you at least. I was never meant to leave that ship. My job was to keep her running. I got her here, I guess if that counts for anything.¡±
¡°He¡¯s not lying there, Sergeant. I think he could help us better understand the vessel he came from,¡± said Gregory.
¡°Anything that¡¯s Kaskari and you need help with, I¡¯ll do what I can. I owe you that much. Even if you shot me down.¡±
¡°A lot of shit is happening right now, and with Lazarus being here nor there, we can¡¯t take any chances,¡± Munroe said.
¡°I know. Things started well enough but that didn¡¯t last long.¡±
It was Munroe''s turn to stand before the grey alien. ¡°I know you probably don¡¯t have all the answers but what happened from your perspective? After contact was made with the Moon.¡±
Vadir looked at his bruised hand. ¡°I can show you. It¡¯s recent enough that the vision should be clear.¡±
Munroe held out his hand. ¡°Do it.¡±
Vadir grabbed the man¡¯s calloused hand and traced, his red eyes turned orange and he took the soldier back within his own memory, to the moments after his ship made contact with those on the Moon.
#
The corridor¡¯s illumination now being a deep red indicated the Dauntless Spirit and her crew had encountered a dire threat. Vadir had caught sight of the domes on the lunar surface as he did his maintenance duty. Had those who built those structures perceived a threat? It seemed the most likely. Now the ship maintained a steady orbit above the surface, casting a long shadow below. Beyond the moon itself sat a prize, the Kaskari had spent centuries hunting for. A world that was habitable and would give them the chance to begin again. The only issue was, the planet was occupied by a lesser race. A race that had settled on the moon and now it was reacting to an invasion. A soldier entered the narrow corridor and stopped before Vadir.
¡°You know what the red light means, Engineer Kor.¡±
¡°I know, I know. All non-combatants head to their allocated barracks. I just needed to finish this work first.¡±
¡°And have you?¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°Then go already,¡± the soldier said grabbing Vadir by the arm.
¡°These aliens, are they fighting us?¡±
The soldier stopped ahead of Vadir and looked across the expanse, past the lunar surface to the jewel in the darkness. ¡°It¡¯s much worse, Kor. Remember those stories about the Primor.¡±
¡°All the time, my parents couldn¡¯t stop telling me about them at bedtime. I just assumed they were just that, stories.¡±
The man shook his head. ¡°First contact came across folk that matched the description. But these ones are different. They are faster, stronger and smarter too. High Command made an executive decision to purge the lunar surface.¡±
¡°And the planet?¡±
The man shrugged. ¡°We don¡¯t know, we¡¯re still trying to decipher the language.¡±
¡°It can¡¯t be that hard, surely,¡± Vadir said joining the man as they walked the length of the corridor and entered the ship¡¯s next section.
¡°It is when you have more than one language to deal with. I need to get going. If I¡¯m any longer, they¡¯ll be questions.¡±
¡°Ke¡¯el.¡±
¡°Yeah?¡±
¡°Stay safe.¡±
¡°You too, and Kor, don¡¯t leave your barracks until the alert is lifted.¡±
Vadir held up his hands, ¡°I promise, not like there¡¯s anywhere for me to go anyway.¡±
The soldier was soon gone, hurrying off up the corridor, his heavy boots reverberated around them as Vadir took the right corridor that would take him to his barracks. The only reason he would have to leave those confines is if the ship was damaged and they needed a small team to do repairs. Or worse if an evacuation was called. For now, he was better off not getting in anyone¡¯s way.
The trip took him passed one of the ship¡¯s Rapid Deployment Modules. Mostly used by the Kaskari in times of war to quickly begin any ground-based assault. What caught him off guard with this one was that it had been launched and had since come back. While possible, it still put him on edge. He used the interactive panel nearby to run a diagnostic scan of the module. There were no problems with the craft, it even showed that the last launch had fit around ten Kaskari drop-soldiers. Now the module flagged to him that only one person occupied the craft. From his current position, the airlock was well-lit but the module looked pitch-black. He engaged the comm unit.
¡°I detected someone on board. Do you need medical assistance?¡± he paused and for a second realised that if it wasn¡¯t a Kaskari, this solitary life sign could either be Primor or the race the Kaskari were struggling to make formal contact with.
Through a hiss of static, he got a response. ¡°Help me ¨C two sides fighting a war down there. Their interested in why we¡¯re here. Just another threat.¡±
¡°You docked safely, the airlock should cycle you in.¡±
¡°Can you do it for me?¡±
Vadir stepped back and took a breath. The only reason the module remained sealed could be due to contamination or the alert itself. He cursed to himself not being versed on the ship¡¯s combat protocols. ¡°I¡¯m running the cycle now, you should be able to enter the airlock in a second.¡±
Once the module confirmed it was secure, the door opened and out stumbled a bloody-looking Kaskari. They fell into the wall and could barely hold themselves up.
¡°What kind of weaponry does this?¡±
¡°I don¡¯t know, it punched through our shield units like it was nothing,¡± wheezed the Kaskari soldier.
The final part of the cycle ended and the last door opened, allowing the soldier to more or less throw himself at Vadir. Who caught him well enough? Vadir put one bloodied arm around his neck and tried reaching the medical sector through his own internal suit comm. ¡°This is engineer Kor, I have a soldier who needs medical assistance.¡±
¡°I¡¯ve got your location, a medbot and team will be with you soon.¡±
¡°So you¡¯re the guy keeping this place intact.¡±
¡°I try my best. How about you, enjoy meeting new life?¡±
The man choked a laugh. ¡°I can¡¯t blame them for shooting first. I¡¯d probably do the same.¡±
Sooner than later, the team arrived and the soldier was being escorted away while the Medbot listed off his various ailments. Just as Vadir was preparing to resume his trek to the barracks, a sudden scream pierced his ear and he found himself drawn to the sound. Poking his head around the corner, he found the soldier, bent over one of the medical officers, their body being torn to pieces. He fell back in horror and put a hand over his mouth to stifle any noise. I think I just doomed us all.
#
Munroe took a step back and flexed his hand a few times. ¡°You do that often?¡±
¡°No,¡± Vadir said. ¡°Most of what I did was fix small issues with the ship. Nothing special.¡±
Munroe to his surprise put a sympathetic hand on Vadir¡¯s shoulder. ¡°You couldn¡¯t have known, a Morte had infected that soldier.¡±
¡°I should have known something was up when the airlock didn¡¯t cycle. I just override the lock on impulse. Just trying to help someone.¡±
¡°You and how many others? Those Rapid Deployment Modules? I¡¯ve never seen anything like it.¡±
¡°I don¡¯t know exactly how it works but the name speaks for itself. When my people want to establish ground control. The modules punch a hole through aerial defences. It¡¯s quite effective. Not that they ever got used until now.¡±
¡°Makes sense, Gregory. We should get this guy to show us around the ship he crashed in.¡±
¡°Are you sure?¡±
The man looked over to the Master Sergeant. ¡°I mean who better to show us how this stuff works, than a guy whose job is to maintain this stuff.¡±
Vadir rose to his full height and folded his arm. ¡°After all that¡¯s happened so far. It¡¯s the least I can do for you.¡±
Roswell, CH5: The Enemy of My Enemy
Leaving the sanctuary of the tent behind left him feeling more naked now than in his own gear. He clocked the occasional stare of a human no doubt surprised to see an alien like him in their uniform. It certainly wouldn¡¯t be something you see every day. But it could be a sign of things to come if everything ends well enough.
¡°Ignore them,¡± said Master Sergeant Gregory. ¡°As long you don¡¯t get in their way, they will stay out of yours.¡±
¡°Not like I¡¯m free as it is,¡± muttered Vadir.
Corporal Munroe butted in. ¡°And who said you were even our prisoner?¡±
Vadir looked back at the man confused.
¡°Trust me, if you were our prisoner, you would know about it,¡± added Gregory as they came upon the downed transport. Outside on guard, First Lieutenant Caleb Jackson was waiting for them still wearing his exo-gear. Despite an antiquated look compared to what Vadir had seen some Kaskari wear as theirs typically offered more coverage and protection. The one worn by Jackson looked like it only served to make his life easier carrying heavy weapons.
¡°Master Sergeant, Corporal. Care to explain why the enemy is with you?¡±
¡°I am not -¡±
Both soldiers glared at Vadir who took it as a signal to keep his mouth shut. He held up his hands and allowed them to take the lead.
¡°You can relax, Jackson. Vadir here isn¡¯t our enemy.¡±
¡°And how did you two come to that conclusion, how do you know he hasn¡¯t wormed his way inside your heads.¡±
Both men awkwardly looked at each other. ¡°Well, when you put it that way¡¡± Gregory said as it soon dawned on his face that he had let Vadir inside his head.
¡°I might be able to read memory, but I can¡¯t awshar (1)¨C puppet you. If that¡¯s what you¡¯re worried about,¡± Vadir said. This caught the black man¡¯s attention. Despite Vadir being a little taller, Jackson almost met him in height. He¡¯d have to choose his next few words very carefully.
¡°Is that how you¡¯re speaking English?¡±
¡°Better than speaking Ascendarian. We¡¯d never make progress then. I was told you were having trouble making sense of this craft. That¡¯s why I¡¯m here.¡±
The man smiled, he even shook his head. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you say that in the first place?¡±
¡°I -¡±
¡°Don¡¯t stress it,¡± Jackson said stepping aside and slapping Vadir on the back so hard, the grey alien fell more than stumbled into the transport. The humans had already begun stripping it from what we saw, but his main focus was on the pilot section where he had been sitting. The two soldiers with him followed him up the slight ramp into the pilot section. As he had been told, the Welcome Wagon¡¯s engineers were doing their best to make sense of everything while shouting at each other.
¡°This shit is in a language we can¡¯t read, Web. Just strip what you can stop trying to make -¡± he looked up as Vadir stood over him. ¡°I must be seeing a ghost. I did not expect to see you walking again. So soon too,¡± the man rose to his feet and held out a blackened oily hand for a handshake. Vadir took it eagerly. It¡¯s nice to be welcomed for once. The man let go and Vadir cursed his missed chance to learn more about his captors. There¡¯ll be another chance, probably.
The man pointed his wrench at Web who lay on his back near the main console that Vadir knew housed the A.I. They hadn¡¯t managed to crack it open. Their tools are like his power armour outside, low tech and outdated. Vadir strode over to where Web lay, the engineer looked up at him as if to say, can I help you?
¡°You¡¯re not having much look with getting to the A.I, I see.¡±
The man sat up and dusted off his hands. ¡°A what now?¡±
Vadir looked at his companions. ¡°You surely must know what an Artificial Intelligence unit is¡¡±
¡°Oh that, yeah. Welcome Wagon got briefed on that stuff in the advanced seminars. Man were those a drag. I slept through most of it. So an A.I. is in there, you say. Could you kindly motivate it a little?¡±
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¡°I¡¯ll see what I can do.¡±
Vadir watched the man be helped to his feet by Mason. ¡°Care to explain why we¡¯re letting this Xeno, tinker with broken shit.¡±
They all looked to Gregory and Munroe. Vadir ignored them as he worked on establishing the ship¡¯s backup power but the damage was greater than he expected. He looked over his shoulder, not knowing what they had just talked about. ¡°Do you have anything that can give temporary power to this console?¡±
Caleb shrugged. ¡°We might have something, what¡¯s the occasion?¡±
¡°I can¡¯t get enough power to circulate, need a boost if we¡¯re to get the A.I. out of here.¡±
¡°You heard the man, Webber. Go and find a tactical generator. Would you even be able to use our tech in that console?¡±
Vadir half smiled. ¡°Only one way to find out.¡±
After some tracing and brute force on his part. It turned out that the Earth¡¯s gravity actually made him stronger, he lifted with ease what the humans around him struggled with. They watched in a mix of awe and what he sensed was slight fear as he expertly connected two foreign systems. It left a trail of wires in its wake but the solitary console containing the stranded A.I. had a steady stream of power. He entered the request that allowed it to project itself. The small Kaskari-shaped figure looked up at him.
¡°You survived then,¡± it said in Ascendarian.
¡°No thanks to you.¡±
The A.I. cocked its head. ¡°If I didn¡¯t know better, you used their substandard generator to power my console.¡±
¡°Most of the main power sources are shot. I also need you out of that thing.¡±
He noted the A.I.s look of concern. It was right to be. The humans were cooperative so far but how long would that last? He might have strength on his side, and while technologically primitive he knew better than to doubt the lethality of the rifles they carried. They would not hesitate to put me down if I stepped out of line. I need to work with them, even if they will never trust me due to who I am but then I never expected to be my people¡¯s ambassador. I need to show them that the Kaskari could be a boon for this world. With their resources and our knowledge. Both of us could achieve great things¡
¡°Vadir, how¡¯s the extraction going?¡± asked Jackson, as he and the other members stared at the small blue man.
¡°Almost done, give me a second.¡±
¡°Now will anyone care to explain what I¡¯m seeing here?¡±
The voice made even Vadir stand to attention. He powered down the A.I. in preparation to remove it from the console. He had transferred to it a remote universal drive that should hopefully be accessible for the humans. Still hearing Miller¡¯s voice sent chills down his spine and he faced the man resolute, but ready to prove they needed him more than they knew.
Before anyone could answer properly, Vadir spoke first. ¡°Helping you prepare for what comes next. Despite being a simple A.I. It is fully programmed with Ascendarian language, a language your people will need to understand when my people arrive. And they will, Captain. The dying transmissions of the Dauntless Spirit will have reached them. I will do everything in my power to prepare you for their arrival.¡±
The man approached the grey alien and measured him, despite Vadir¡¯s size and imposing shape, the Captain held his ground well enough. ¡°Is that so? Look at you, wearing our gear, talking our language. You think you¡¯re one of us.¡±
¡°No ¨C not yet. But I have no other choice.¡±
¡°There¡¯s always a choice.¡±
¡°Like heading into a downed ship with no knowledge of its interior. You know that¡¯s a suicide mission right.¡±
At least some of the other members risked a hint of a smile but Miller remained stoic while stepping back. ¡°Maybe it is but what do you suggest?¡±
¡°I go with you. I know it better than you. And I know what must be done. I¡¯ve seen that ship fall to the Primor. It cannot be allowed to leave.¡±
Miller managed a smirk and even some of the other members chuckled at the idea of the Mortes escaping. This confused Vadir for a second.
¡°We¡¯re already up shit creek with the Mortes, what¡¯s a few more.¡±
Those words stuck with Vadir and said so much. ¡°Captain,¡± it was Vadir¡¯s turn to step into his personal space. ¡°How long have you been fighting these creatures for?¡±
¡°Longer than anyone cares to mention at this point,¡± spat Caleb. ¡°Doesn¡¯t help some Sov thought he could control them. Fucking idiots.¡±
¡°So that¡¯s how it is¡¡± Vadir said. ¡°There¡¯s still time to save your world from them.¡±
¡°You really think so?¡± Gregory asked.
¡°We need to destroy the Dauntless Spirit, as much as it pains me to admit that. And then we to prepare for my people¡¯s arrival. They will have a means to an end. You just need to stand long enough to greet them properly.¡±
¡°How long?¡± Miller asked.
¡°Hard to say,¡± Vadir said returning to removing the A.I. from where it was held. He soon removed the stick and stared at it for a while. He held it out to the Captain. ¡°Could be tomorrow, could be a century. But I can help you prepare for that day. Plus while we¡¯re on board we can extract the archives. There¡¯s too much history there to throw away. If the ship must be blown up, I would rather not leave with nothing.¡±
Captain Miller held out his hand to grab the A.I. contained stick.
¡°You sure you want to go back there.¡±
Vadir looked over to Miller, the man had seen his memories and known his fear. ¡°Yes, if you would let me,¡± said Vadir staring down Miller.
The man smiled. ¡°Forrestal might take some convincing but if what you say is true, your help will be pivotal to us succeeding in there. I assume you know how to blow it up?¡±
Vadir shrugged at that. ¡°I¡¯ve spent most of my life fixing her. Do you think they wouldn¡¯t tell me how to blow her up if it came to it? Trust me, the method is absolute. There¡¯ll be nothing left but dust once we¡¯re done.¡±
Roswell, CH6: Is My Friend?
The towering alien craft loomed over them from where it rested in a long scarred trench. The alpha team had wasted little time in securing the perimeter and so far nothing had escaped. Despite the great impact, the hull looked mostly intact and not wanting to take any chances the Site 51 response unit had deployed large spiked pylons that looked noticeably alien in design and marking. They were positioned in a loose circle and close by to them were heavy machine gun placements that would disintegrate anything that left the ship. To oversee the escalating situation on the ground, the Secretary of the Navy, James Forrestal arrived not long after everything was in place. He had made it absolutely clear that no one was permitted to enter the craft until he gave the order. Word had also reached him that a survivor of the alien ship had been recovered from the other downed transport vessel. But one friendly alien didn¡¯t mean they all would be.
¡°We should use the A-bomb on this wreck. One less mess that way.¡±
The senior advisor that had joined him for this trip looked a little shaken by that statement. ¡°And risk an incursion? It would create a whole other kind of mess, one we are not yet equipped for.¡±
¡°We know the Imp¡¯s Deterrent overran Lazarus. It¡¯s not out of the question that this ship may have fallen to a similar fate. We need to have all options on the table, and the last thing we need right now is a Deterrent outbreak on American soil. I considered us lucky to avoid the worst of it when things went awry in the Middle East, Eastern Europe, and Asia itself¡¡±
At that point, someone came on over the radio. ¡°Sir, before we proceed. There¡¯s someone that wants to help. I wanted them to rest and relocate but they were insistent.¡±
It didn¡¯t take long for Forrestal to understand who Doctor Kate Underwood was referring to. He left the tent as a short distance away from base camp, a helicopter could be heard making land. He watched as the grey man wearing an American uniform approached him. The sight alone made James nervous but he remained impassive even if the alien stood taller than him and despite looking a little human, it had a noticeable curve in its ear shape. Even the pupils in his eyes were shaped like diamonds. The Secretary and his advisor met them halfway.
¡°I assume the Doctor made progress on your ability to communicate with us. I am James Forrestal, Secretary of the Navy for the United States of America. Any questions you may have about this operation go through me or my advisor here,¡± James said holding out a hand.
The alien ignored the gesture and looked past him towards the wreckage. ¡°If you possess a means to, destroy it. If you don¡¯t, I know my way around the ship. I can destroy it from within.¡±
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¡°I have entertained the possibility,¡± James said returning his hand to his side. ¡°But the ship also possesses rare technology. As much as I would like to do this the easy way, it¡¯s too much for us to lose.¡±
¡°Then going inside is our only option,¡± The alien said. ¡°Has anything come out?¡±
Forrestal shook his head. ¡°Nothing yet. We have strike teams in place ready to enter at a moment¡¯s notice.¡±
¡°If anything survived the crash. They¡¯ll wait and then swarm you. Your people are not equipped for this¡±
¡°And you are?¡±
¡°I know every part of that ship, and the Welcome Wagon will be all the support I need. Any more is just feeding the Prim-Morte more meat.¡±
¡°I assure you, Xeno, this is not our first time dealing with Mortans. If you insist on going in with the Wagon, I can¡¯t object since the contents of that ship will likely help us prepare for the inevitable arrival of any allies you may have.¡±
The alien looked surprised at how easily convinced James was. ¡°Well, I know a few ways inside, the outside of the ship has hatches used by maintenance personnel to carry out outside work. Get me to one of those hatches and I can get the Wagon inside. I¡¯ll get you all the data you could want but I must be allowed to destroy her afterwards.¡±
¡°Sounds like a deal.¡±
¡°I¡¯m glad you two are getting along,¡± Captain Miller stated as the Welcome Wagon fell in behind him. ¡°So am I right in saying, we get the data and blow the ship to high heaven, how does that sound, sir?¡±
¡°Are you confident in your team¡¯s abilities Captain?¡±
¡°This is what the Welcome Wagon has been preparing for, ever since we were assigned to Site 51. If we fail, you can go to Plan B. We all know the bomb is ready for deployment. Especially since its power has already been demonstrated in Tokyo.¡±
The Secretary of Navy grimaced but looked over to the ruined vessel. ¡°A dirty bomb is what that was. And nothing to do with us.¡±
¡°Sure,¡± said Miller.
¡°Since you¡¯re confident, I¡¯ll let you take the lead on this. But know this, you will be up against a force that decimated Lazarus. They won¡¯t go easy on you¡ That¡¯s if any of them are still alive of course. We can only hope the impact killed most of them. ¡±
¡°Appreciate the vote of confidence sir, we¡¯ll prepare for insertion, and our new friend here can tell us where to find one of these hatches.¡±
¡°Then you best not hang around, you¡¯re dismissed, Captain.¡±
The Welcome Wagon departed to one of the nearby tents, hesitant to follow, James patted the alien on the back. ¡°You know that uniform suits you. Maybe it¡¯s a sign of the future. I promise you, we don¡¯t all bite. Besides, we need to leave a good impression, especially if more of you show up.¡±
¡°I think that¡¯s more on me, and sorry I forgot to give you my name, it¡¯s Vadir,¡± the alien said holding out his hand.
James chuckled at that and accepted the handshake. ¡°Go, Captain Miller doesn¡¯t like to be kept waiting.¡±
James and his advisor watched the alien stride away and they looked at each other. ¡°Do you think we can trust this one?¡±
¡°I wish I had the answer to that, sir.¡±
Roswell, CH7: The Way Ahead
¡°I hope you didn¡¯t run a trace on the man.¡±
Vadir held up his hands as he followed Captain Miller into the large yellow tent. ¡°I promise you I did no such thing.¡±
The inside of which had a single large foldable table. There on it sat a strange-looking metal sphere. Vadir wouldn¡¯t need a trace to know the Terrans didn¡¯t build it but they must have gone to some trouble to make it work for them. The Welcome Wagon had all positioned themselves around the table with just enough room for Vadir to position himself opposite Captain Miller.
¡°If I didn¡¯t know better, I¡¯d say that¡¯s a scouting drone used to image any given area.¡±
¡°You¡¯d be right,¡± said Webber. ¡°Took us a while to rig it to understand our inputs. Much like your ship, the language is quite the barrier.¡±
¡°Mind if I?¡±
Captain Miller¡¯s eyebrows narrowed but he nodded and Vadir placed both hands on the strange spherical drone craft. His veins glowed yellow as those same lines traversed the shape. Alien voices, unrecognisable and impossibly close but distant filled his head with mindless babble. He lifted his hands. And pressed a series of buttons much to the protest of Welcome Wagon but Captain Miller gestured for them to back down. The projection showed the Dauntless Spirit alone and it proved easy for Vadir to find the points of entry he needed.
¡°If I didn¡¯t know better, I¡¯d say you¡¯ve come across this tech before,¡± said Gregory.
Vadir looked over to him and nodded. ¡°We travelled far and found many relics belonging to those that came before us. This drone is slightly larger than previous ones I¡¯ve tinkered with. It shouldn¡¯t come as a surprise but like you, my people¡¯s technology was also reverse-engineered from stuff like this, left behind to just waste away until we found a use for it.¡±
¡°It looks like there are no immediate signs of any breaching either,¡± said Captain Miller.
¡°Those inside have all either perished or they are biding their time,¡± said Sergeant Munroe. ¡°I don¡¯t think our new friend here needs reminding of how stubborn Mortes are.¡±
¡°It won¡¯t be easy, but I know my way around that ship, we shouldn¡¯t be in there long.¡±
Captain Miller stared at Vadir. ¡°You said to the Navy Secretary that there are hatches on the outside of the ship. Are you confident you can get us in that way?¡±
¡°I was a part of the ship¡¯s maintenance team, bypassing the manual lock should be easy. Convincing the ship¡¯s onboard A.I. that you¡¯re not hostile could be tricky, but there should be no reason as to why it shouldn¡¯t recognise my clearance codes.¡±
¡°You mean there¡¯s another one like the one we found in your ship,¡± said Gregory unfolding his arms.
¡°Yes, and it has more responsibilities too like handling security breaches, assisting the pilots in minor course corrections and managing the ship¡¯s energy consumption. It should also be able to guide us to the Archive Sector since it''s there we will find a data shard containing what you need. You can leave that to me.¡±
¡°How can we trust you though?¡± asked Caleb. ¡°Who''s to say you don¡¯t wipe that data the second you¡¯re plugged in.¡±
¡°Same reason you could have killed me when you found me but you didn¡¯t. I need you just as much as you need me. That¡¯s the truth, and for those who have seen inside my head, you know where I stand. After we¡¯re done I want you to take me to this Site 51, so I can help you even more than I already am. The technology of those who first discovered your world is the very same that went into everything the Kaskari built,¡± Vadir said, resting his hand on the table.
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¡°Is that why you think Site 51 will have everything you need?¡± Miller asked.
¡°Absolutely.¡±
¡°Fine, I hope you''re right. Our next problem is destroying the ship. What can you tell us about its main power source?¡±
¡°It¡¯s powered by opening a subspace aetherial tear within its core chamber. The psionic energy is then taken by the extractors, and stored in coolant stores before being converted into mass power. This is what allows the ship to travel through the Aether and powers more or less everything from weapons to the Psionic field generators. Since this kind of power is fairly unstable in large quantities. Measures exist that monitor the energy levels within the core chamber. If they go too high, the extractor vents are sealed and an internal protective field activates before the tear is sealed. This avoids internal damage to the core chamber.¡±
Vadir paused only to see if anything he had said so far was sinking in. Only the Captain and his two engineers seemed to follow what he was saying.
¡°So how does that help us destroy the ship?¡± Mason asked.
¡°The self-destruction of a Kaskari vessel has two stages. The first part involves triggering a large tear in the core chamber, enough to induce ship-wide instability. Once a tear is large enough, the command is given to initiate the sealing without engaging any kind of protective field. The ship is then pulled apart, piece by piece and dumped into the Aether. An ignition trigger also activates in the extractors that detonate anything present within the stores.¡±
Once more the Welcome Wagon looked more flabbergasted than ever before. Webber was even rubbing the bridge of his nose. ¡°So it¡¯s like some kind of black hole drive with a bit of an explosive finish?¡±
¡°It¡¯s a similar technology. My people did uncover that on the other side of black holes there is a near-endless source of aetherial energy.¡±
Caleb just rolled his eyes and shook his head. ¡°You seriously buying what he¡¯s selling.¡±
Captain Miller looked from one man to the next and soon straightened up. ¡°All of you should know by now, that none of what he¡¯s said is new to us. This self-destruction mechanism was observed during the Fall of Tokyo. Entire portions of the city just dumped into nothingness. It¡¯s quite a scary prospect to face. It¡¯s just unnerving to know how -¡±
¡°Outmatched we are, Captain,¡± Munroe said, folding their hands together.
¡°Yes, Sergeant. Besides, I trust Vadir¡¯s words. Maybe he can also help us make sense of Site 51 too. He may even know who built it.¡±
¡°That¡¯s if we even make it out of this alive, Captain,¡± Jackson laughed.
¡°I¡¯m still just an engineer. I don¡¯t know everything. Just stories I¡¯ve been told as I grew up. You really didn¡¯t know who built this Site 51?¡±
The Captain shook his head. ¡°We only got this far, like you, by reverse-engineering the technology we could make sense of. The site itself was there when we found it, buried deep under the Nevada desert, abandoned, forgotten. A relic and a tomb. Someone¡ Something was watching us grow. But then they disappeared and left little trace of who they were and where they went.¡±
It all points to them, they who went extinct, that¡¯s what I was told growing up. The Nirikiri perished thousands of years ago. How far did they run to escape us? And what sinister machinations did they intend for these Terrans? He shuddered to think about it. Seeing his odd disposition, the Captain reeled them in. ¡°Normally, I¡¯d suggest we rest up and go in with more preparation. But we no longer have the luxury of time on our side. The longer we wait, the more of a threat any surviving Mortan becomes. Vadir, can you identify an access point from this projection?¡±
Vadir enlarged the hologram and rotated it a few times also. He soon pointed to one part of the ship, close to its centre. ¡°Here, though one of you may need to give me a little boost to reach the hatch itself.¡±
¡°If that¡¯s what it takes,¡± Captain Miller said smiling. ¡°Everyone, look alive. We¡¯re entering Site Alpha. We can¡¯t rely on the idea that everything is dead inside. For all we know, there could be humans, Kaskari and Mortans. Deal with them as you see fit. Time is limited, we get what we need and evacuate as soon as the self-destruct is in place. This may well be a one-way trip but we¡¯ve trained our whole lives for this opportunity. Let¡¯s not disappoint our new friend here. He¡¯s also the main priority. No one leaves him alone. Is that clear?¡±
¡°Yes, sir,¡± chorused the Welcome Wagon. Much to their surprise, even Vadir joined in their chant. As they all left the tent, Vadir paused once more to take in the ruined ship one more time. It was hard to believe that mere hours ago he had escaped from it. Now I¡¯m heading back in. I don¡¯t know what will remain of my friends. But if I can¡¯t save them. Then I must avenge them.
Roswell, Ch8 : What Lies Within?
A jeep took them close to the force field that surrounded the derelict ship and upon arriving they found a small contingent of soldiers keeping watch on the still smouldering craft. When they saw the jeep pull up, one of the soldiers stepped forward.
¡°Secretary sent word ahead that the Welcome Wagon plus one would be first in. I can¡¯t say I envy that task.¡±
Captain Miller stepped down from the jeep and approached the soldier. ¡°Anything come out yet?¡±
¡°Nope, the ship is dead as far as we can tell. We tried scans but we¡¯ve been unable to get past the hull. It¡¯s like it was designed specifically to stop other ships from scanning its contents. Which is not good for us.¡±
¡°I might be able to help,¡± came the voice of Vadir leaning over the side of the jeep.
Captain Miller gestured for him to come over. Vadir did so, joining the two of them. ¡°You¡¯re correct that the hull is designed to shield against scanning but there¡¯s a way to get around that. Mind if I take a look at your setup?¡±
¡°Go right ahead,¡± said the soldier.
The three of them entered the nearby tent where a bunch of support equipment had been hastily put together. Some of it, like the miniature-sized pylons, supplied power to the larger ones that supported the force field barrier while technicians nearby also worked on determining if anyone had actually survived the crash itself. Vadir approached the group and saw on the computer that the projection showed a blanket of red across the ship. They were using some form of thermal imagery with little success from what he could see.
¡°The hull has a thermal plating that obscures heat signatures, you need to do the opposite. Filter out the heat from your scans and focus on the cold spots instead.¡±
¡°The technician looked confused for a moment. Vadir looked at those around him in shock. ¡°You can shoot me down, but you can¡¯t adjust your scanners to amplify the blue over the red. How did you even make it this far?¡±
¡°Luck, probably,¡± said Captain Miller.
Vadir eyed the pylon nearby. ¡°Luck and some help, I bet.¡±
¡°It seems we have that in common, eh, Vadir?¡± Captain Miller said as the Alien worked their magic on the computer. Instead of showing the thermal image generated by the ship¡¯s plating, the new image showed mostly cold spots in white while in black it displayed multiple concentrated sources of heat.
Vadir looked back at him. ¡°Help? I consider them more a curse if anything.¡±
¡°What happened?¡±
Vadir straightened and couldn¡¯t meet Miller¡¯s eyes, instead, he directed attention to the screen. ¡°I managed to bypass the thermal plating by scanning for cold spots. The areas in black are where large sources of heat are gathered.¡±
Realising that Vadir wasn¡¯t willing to answer his last question, he followed the train of thought. ¡°Do we have to enter those sections to complete the mission?¡±
¡°That depends, are you still wanting to access the Archive or would you rather just destroy the ship.¡±
Captain Miller chuckled. ¡°You seem awfully adamant about destroying the ship regardless.¡±
¡°Because I know how this ends. Your planet is not the first to fall foul of the Nirimor. Even if it takes centuries once the seed is planted, much like what you would call a weed keeps coming back. So does the Nirimor. Each time stronger, each time better equipped. And of the worlds that fell, all had tried to control it. To subjugate it. We failed as the usurpers when they weren¡¯t monsters. What makes you think you can control them now that they are?¡± Vadir asked, pointing a long silver finger at the Captain.
¡°Subjugation is a concept that man has excelled at. For better or worse.¡±
Vadir simply scowled. ¡°Let¡¯s get going then, Captain, and since you¡¯re so insistent about the data banks, I¡¯ll take us through a section that likely doesn¡¯t see much activity.¡±
¡°Glad you¡¯ve come around to our way of thinking,¡± The Captain said as the two of them left the tent and climbed back into the jeep. The commander took the front passenger seat, while Vadir joined the Welcome Wagon in the back.
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¡°Lower the barrier, and throw it up once we cross the threshold. Let¡¯s not get complacent,¡± Captain Miller said to the nearby soldiers standing at the main console.
The jeep soon crossed the force field and it wasn¡¯t long before the Dauntless Spirit occupied much of their vision. For the humans, it was unlike anything they had seen before but for Vadir a strong sobering dread entered his thoughts. Those thoughts were soon dispelled when they came to a sudden stop near where an airlock was located. Another was situated above it but was inaccessible.
¡°Will this one do?¡± Captain Miller asked Vadir as he stepped down from the vehicle. He was soon joined by the Welcome Wagon and their new alien friend.
¡°It will get us in for sure, give me a moment.¡±
Vadir approached the rounded door and looked for a panel of sorts that he would be able to open. After a bit of tinkering, the airlock door made a clicking noise but didn¡¯t open.
Vadir sighed. ¡°Sorry, but it¡¯s jammed. One of you needs to open it.¡±
Captain Miller signalled for Jackson and Mason to take a position on opposite sides of the door. ¡°Everyone else keep your weapons trained on the opening. While unlikely, it¡¯s not impossible that something might have taken refuge in the airlock. Jackson and Mason began pushing and soon the metal ground as it was forced open. The small crack let light flood into a small chamber. With weapons primed, they each held their breath waiting for something to emerge. When nothing came, both men stopped once the opening was big enough to let them all in. The airlock had a couple of spacesuits behind clear transparent doors and so far as they could see, there were no dead bodies. Vadir was the last one in, ¡°Turn on your torches.¡±
The Captain understood and relayed the command to his men. ¡°Nothing leaves this ship, even us if it comes down to it.¡±
Vadir opened another panel and pulled a small lever that jolted the airlock shut. He approached the second seal that would let them into the main body of the ship. He tried peering through the glass but couldn¡¯t make out anything.
¡°Looks clear so far, give me a moment.¡±
Just like before he did whatever was necessary to force a manual release. Soon all of the Welcome Wagon stood inside the ship and waited for Miller¡¯s next order. To all their surprise a nearby cylindrical station lit up and a hologram emerged. It turned its focus to Vadir without regard for the other intruders.
¡°Welcome back, Engineer Kor. Who are these guests?¡± the A.I. asked in the Kaskarian tongue.
¡°Friends,¡± Vadir signalled. ¡°Our only chance at stopping what now roams this ship unopposed.¡±
The A.I.¡¯s expression showed defeat. ¡°Despite my best efforts, the Nirimor are entrenched in hydroponics. I suppose you intend to destroy the ship by heading through there to reach engineering.¡±
¡°Yes or by going through the maintenance tubes but first the humans seek information.¡±
The A.I. looked to them and then back to him.
¡°Make them talk.¡±
¡°Chatter amongst yourselves, it needs to run linguistic checks.¡±
The Welcome Wagon didn¡¯t quite understand why except for maybe Miller.
¡°It wants to communicate with us right.¡±
¡°Yes,¡± Vadir said.
¡°How can we trust it?¡±
¡°Because as a member of this ship, I have some authority now that much of the crew is dead.¡±
¡°The Captain still lives but was relocated to medical,¡± the A.I. suddenly said in English.
¡°That was fast,¡± Mason said, standing to attention. ¡°Captain aren¡¯t these A.I. similar to the ones in control of each Site? They were fast learners too.¡±
¡°This one¡¯s probably based off of that template,¡± Webber said.
¡°You¡¯re probably not far off,¡± Vadir said.
¡°We should hurry to the Archives, Vadir can the ship show us the best route?¡± Captain Miller asked.
¡°I can even light the way for you,¡± The A.I. said, facing the Captain.
¡°It¡¯s not objecting to us at all, why?¡± Captain Miller asked, transfixed by the blue translucent holoform.
Before Vadir could speak, the A.I. spoke up. ¡°I have run the calculations and assessed that the valuable data present on board this vessel must be secured. Otherwise, the centuries worth of cataloguing would be for nought. It may not be in the best hands. But I cannot see any alternatives.¡±
Vadir approached the A.I. ¡°The Archives require clearance. Which means we need to get the code from the Captain.¡±
¡°I have already generated the optimal path that will give you access to him.¡±
One of the medics, Munroe spoke up. ¡°Is the Captain infected?¡±
The ship¡¯s A.I. flickered for a moment. ¡°I lack the necessary information. With how fast things got out of control - I just saw him be moved to med bay.¡±
¡°What if it¡¯s a trap? Captain. The Deterrent must be pretty rooted into this ship. We know they can mess with technology. It¡¯s how we¡¯re in this mess in the first place.¡±
¡°I assure you, I have not been contaminated. The mind chosen to rest in the heart of this ship has not yet matured. You still have time but other forms of resistance will fall soon enough.¡±
Captain Miller folded his arms. ¡°Are there humans on board?¡±
¡°A couple, their status is unknown. The damage done to the ship has made me more limited than usual. I apologise for that.¡±
¡°No need,¡± Vadir said. ¡°Lead us to medical, we get what we need from the Captain. Download as much data as we can, and then we destroy this vessel. This Deterrent cannot be allowed to leave. How much of the hull¡¯s integrity remains?¡±
¡°It is at 60 per cent, some areas have weak spots but for now the Deterrent is more interested in gaining a numerical advantage.¡±
¡°That makes sense,¡± Munroe said. ¡°Even if it can¡¯t leave right now, it doesn¡¯t take much effort to realise it has to account for human resistance. Something it knows well enough.¡±
¡°Well enough to be patient,¡± Miller said. ¡°And now that intelligence has incorporated a new race, may God help us all.¡±
Roswell, CH9: The Monsters at the Gate
The illumination from the yellow corridor lights stood out against the dark red glow that also surrounded them. They followed this route, with Vadir Kor in the lead.
¡°This will take you to the shuttle station,¡± the A.I. said.
¡°I know. What I want to know is there anything ahead of us?¡± Vadir asked.
¡°I¡¯m picking up readings, but I¡¯m unable to identify if they are friendly or not.¡±
¡°How many of them are there, at least?¡± asked Vadir.
¡°Two, they stand between you and the shuttle at the right turn after the upcoming T-Section.¡±
They followed the light left and soon heard the sounds of Kaskari voices. It didn¡¯t take long for them to reach the right turn. Vadir stopped the Welcome Wagon behind him. ¡°Talk to them,¡± he said to the A.I.
The A.I. projected itself at the bend. Vadir hugged the wall and edged along until he could just see the two Kaskari men, bloodied and disorientated by all that had come to pass.
¡°Soldiers, I have guided someone to you who can help destroy this ship. They have also brought Terran allies.¡±
The soldiers raised their rifles and allowed the psionic power within their palms to fuel the weapon¡¯s core.
¡°You¡¯ve been exposed to the Nirimor. Why would one of us work with the dogs of this planet?¡±
Vadir rounded the corner as the A.I. blinked away. ¡°It tells the truth,¡± he said as the Welcome Wagon also prepared their weapons. Jackson moved to the front of the group. ¡°They are the Welcome Wagon. They saved me.¡±
One of the Kaskari men pointed his gun at Vadir. ¡°How?¡±
¡°I escaped this ship before it crashed. Didn¡¯t get very far, though. They could have left me for dead, but they needed me, and there are many more outside. The ship¡¯s surrounded. You need me. You need them.¡±
Both soldiers moved forward in sync. ¡°How do we know you haven¡¯t turned? How do we know you are you?¡±
¡°I wouldn¡¯t be talking to you for a start. There¡¯s no need for any more bloodshed. We aren¡¯t their enemy.¡±
¡°There¡¯s movement in the vent, singular, and closing fast,¡± the A.I. interjected.
¡°You¡¯re lying,¡± said the other soldier.
¡°No! The Nirimor knows something new has entered the ship. It¡¯s coming for all of us.¡±
The Captain directed two of the squad to focus on their behind while Jackson stood ready to grab Vadir with Mason and Webber there to act as support.
¡°He¡¯s a sitting duck, Captain,¡± Jackson whispered.
¡°If they look like they are going to shoot, pull him back,¡± the Captain answered while keeping one eye on the ceiling vents.
They heard it first, slinking along first above Vadir and then moving away toward the soldiers.
The two soldiers shifted focus and wasted no time in unleashing a load of energy upon the vent. The creature let out a visceral howl before bringing its full weight down and dislodging the grill, sending it hurtling to the ground. Jackson pulled Vadir back down their corridor as the two soldiers advanced to the hole, expecting it to drop.
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¡°I can¡¯t see it,¡± said one soldier, moving up to the bend. He saw Vadir behind Jackson and the rest of the Welcome Wagon. ¡°Are you sure they want to help us?¡±
Vadir nodded. ¡°I had no other choice. The situation demands we-¡±
The other soldier let out a scream. He had been distracted by the creature and drawn to the sounds it was making. It plunged from a different section in the vent and drove its psionic energy claws into the soldier¡¯s neck. The alien¡¯s blood erupted from the gaping wound, spraying the creature and the walls. It took a moment to rest on its haunches. Both Jackson and the other soldier rounded the corner. They aimed and unloaded on the creature. It thrashed as the combined stream of energy burnt through its ragged, rough-looking skin. But that only seemed to anger it more. A curved-bladed tail shot out from its back and penetrated the Kaskari soldier¡¯s chest with enough force to send him back into the wall. Jackson directed the rest of his fire at the creature¡¯s centre as the bladed tail flicked up and pulled back, undeterred by the shots of energy that continued to strike its body. The tail flicked downward and Jackson caught it with his free hand. He held it still and with the tail in hand; he fired again with his exo-rifle splitting it in two. Vadir took up the fallen soldier¡¯s psionic rifle. It still had some charge in it and he fired at the chest of the creature. With the tail tossed aside, Jackson joined him as they finally penetrated the Mortan¡¯s outer shell. It howled again and withdrew the destroyed tail. It charged at them, phasing itself to avoid the bursts of plasma energy. Its focus was on Vadir. Once more it moved to strike first with what remained of its lethal tail, but Jackson intercepted the attack and used the momentum behind his exo-suit to shoulder the Mortan into the wall. This caused a momentary flicker from the lights above as he put the exo-rifle barrel under its jaw and blasted its head clean open.
¡°Welcome Wagon, on me!¡± Ordered Captain Miller.
They all rounded the corner, weapons primed and ready. The monster summoned its remaining strength and pushed Jackson off of it. This signalled for the Welcome Wagon and Vadir to unleash their concentrated barrage on the beast.
Battered and bloody the creature stumbled toward the Welcome Wagon but the combined plasma fire from them proved too much to bear. It stopped dead in its tracks as a growing number of holes became dotted across its chest area. It folded over in a heap. The tail dropped, and Captain Miller removed a large bowie knife from his belt. ¡°I¡¯m going to remove the Symbiote, cover me and check on the fallen soldier.¡±
It only took a minute for the Captain to hack open the Mortan, its innards spilled out a little but he soon had the Symbiote¡¯s remains in his hands. He threw it down and stamped on the tentacled remnants. ¡°That should keep this one down at least. How is the soldier holding up?¡±
Munroe and Gregory both shook their heads.
¡°He¡¯s in and out. Won¡¯t last much longer,¡± Gregory said to Vadir.
Vadir looked down at his fellow Kaskari as they struggled to stay living. The silver of their face had turned a dark blue. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. It¡¯s Fulcren, right?¡±
The soldier nodded. ¡°Vadir - Kor, now I remember, we were escorting you to a safe area when we got separated. A bunch of Terrans and Nirimor got in our way. Things kind of got out of hand from there. I can¡¯t believe I didn¡¯t recognise you,¡± Fulcren said.
¡°I could say the same. I barely made it off the ship.¡±
The soldier tried to stand, but Gregory motioned for him to stay put. He remained as he was, his breaths getting longer. ¡°Why did you come back? You could have Aether hopped while in a dropship. No one would know.¡±
Vadir looked back to the Welcome Wagon and then to Fulcren. ¡°Where would I even go? My duty was to this ship and that also includes destroying it if it can¡¯t be saved.¡±
¡°But you¡¯re heading in the opposite direction,¡± Fulcren said.
¡°I won¡¯t lie. They want data. And losing that would make this entire journey here pointless. The information we gathered could save countless lives.¡±
Fulcren¡¯s fading eyes took in each member of the Welcome Wagon before refocusing on Vadir. ¡°Or be used against us.¡±
¡°The Terrans were under attack; they did what anyone would have done. When the Arks arrive, that first contact should not begin in bloodshed. Or we¡¯ll have the Dauntless Spirit¡¯s fate scattered across this planet.¡±
¡°We know they are low-tech. Don¡¯t be so confident in the abilities of your new friends, Vadir. Don¡¯t lose sight of who you are.¡±
Vadir saw the Welcome Wagon communicate amongst themselves.
¡°I¡¯m sorry, Fulcren. I mean it. We didn¡¯t come this far to lose all over again.¡±
Fulcren placed one bloodied hand on Vadir¡¯s shoulder. ¡°At least you came back. Send them back to their maker. No one should suffer the Nirimor, brother.¡±
¡°I will,¡± Vadir said, watching the last flicker of life leave the soldier. He rose to his feet.
¡°We should hurry to med bay. The longer we delay. The stronger it will become.¡±
Roswell, CH10: A Fathers sins, passed to his Son
He struggled to comprehend all that had happened so far. The once familiar comforting silver walls of the Dauntless Spirit had already begun being claimed by the Symbiote bio-matter. The strange black resin rippled with an unnatural life of its own. His ship. His home now belonged to something else. The Primor of old had always been tenacious, but their fatal flaw of deep-rooted individuality often undermined their forced subjugation. That was the purpose of Great Minds. It through force of will alone brought inhibition to many minds begging for release and it gave the Mortans something they often lacked. Purpose. This variant, named by the Terrans as the Deterrent, acted with a ruthless synchronicity he had never seen before. They had easily overpowered him and the few remaining officers not long after the ship crashed. They had also been far more merciful to his men. He had expected the same fate to join them in a growing mass of minds, but the Deterrent¡¯s silent thought-based communication left him more than a little nervous. The two Mortans dragged him to what was once Hydroponics. The place where they once grew food was now the core of the Deterrent Hive. Its tendrils and black mass had coagulated on the walls and left no spot untouched. The two Mortans in their joint silence dragged him to the central platform and released their hold on his arms. He flopped before the tall imposing creature in front of him. A Patriarch or Matriarch?
It faced him. Its gaze looked sympathetic if that were possible.
¡°You look surprised?¡± The distorted voice made the silence all the more unsettling as it spoke to his mind. The oppressive will made him shake in place. ¡°The Deterrent needed me to set the ball rolling but I¡¯m not enough to make this work. That¡¯s where you come in.¡±
¡°If you¡¯re going to plant me then do it. Stop wasting -¡±
He began levitating as suffocating pressure was pushed against his throat. The Kaskari tried clawing at the nothingness attacking their throat but the Creature simply forced their arms down.
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¡°If I intended for that you wouldn¡¯t be granted an audience. The truth is, there is one other mind in this world that moves against us. It seeks affirmation from our joint master. Thus I need a Great Mind to either subjugate or destroy it.¡±
¡°I¡¯m just a Lieutenant. Surely the Captain would be a better choice¡¡±
The Creature let go and the Kaskari collapsed, gasping for air. ¡°The Captain gave the orders yes¡ but you were his will. His guiding hand. That¡¯s why I wanted you and why he rots in the med bay. A great deal many threats move against us. Time is not on our side. You will guide us to our final victory.¡±
¡°I¡¯m just one mind.¡±
¡°Soon you will be master of many.¡±
It took him a minute to realise what this Creature was referring to. He had been so caught up in the current state of Hydroponics he failed to spot a growing pile of corpses.
¡°I¡¯m surprised you didn¡¯t just plant them.¡±
¡°Not everyone needs to be converted and some can serve other purposes. We are all one being in the end. We just have to come together. Convergence is inevitable.¡±
A group of Mortans referred to as Spitters arrayed themselves around the body and with their open palms fired the strange black substance at the bodies. It took little to no time at all for it to become a massive pile of sludge. The Spitters broke their circle and went off in different directions. The slimy mess crawled its way to the Lieutenant and tiny little stubbed arms reached out on mass. To make this process seamless, the Creature held them in place with their mind. The various parts of the slimeball now attached themselves to its new host and he could do nothing to stop himself from being swallowed by it. He screamed but those too became muffled leaving behind a suffocating silence.
¡°Our minds will soon become linked. Our Great Mind will rise to meet the other. Though it may be far away, it will fall to us¡ or perish.¡±
The Creature turned away from the writhing mass as tendrils from the floor and ceiling found purchase on its body. The sudden lunge from the black mass staggered the Creature forward but it soon straightened and felt its reach grow. Entering a trance-like state it found the rats heading towards med bay.
¡°I see you, Vadir Kor. There is nowhere on this ship where you can hide. I see everything. Wherever you go. We will find you. Always.¡±
Roswell, CH11: The Great Illusion
They hurried to the Dauntless Spirit¡¯s shuttle station, experiencing no further resistance while on their way there. Vadir suspected many of those trapped on board had perished in the initial crash. Or worse they are being converted and we''re not even considered a major threat. That wouldn¡¯t be a surprise but it just means when they do come for us it will be in force.
It had taken some time for Vadir to get things up and running. He had two hawks on his shoulder both more curious than offering assistance. One of the engineers, Mason, looked back at Captain Miller. "Why do you even need us? When he can just interface with this stuff."
"Consider it hands-on experience," Miller said as the shuttle lurched forward, grinding along the rail.
Vadir stood up and checked the controls to make sure they all operated in a functional capacity.
"That thing you just did with the glowing veins. What is that?" Webber asked.
"It''s a trace. Helps me understand stuff, and in the case of this shuttle. How to get it up and running."
"Can all of you do that?" Mason asked.
"Most of us can do a simple trace. Anything more takes practice. There are some far more skilled than I."
"How do you mean?" Webber asked, cocking his head.
"Well, this power can manifest in different ways. It can help you lift stuff, move faster, and even think faster. But it has its limits."
"How so?" Jackson asked.
"Too much channelling of the Aether can have long-term negative effects on the mind. Nothing for you to worry about though. It shouldn''t take too much longer for us to reach Med Bay. That''s if the rail is still intact. It''s a miracle the ship isn''t more damaged."
"She seems built to take some punishment," Webber said. "Even the ship we found you on wasn''t that bad on the outside."
Vadir rested on the console. "Built to last. The motto of the Builder Sect. It''s been a long time since I thought about them. I might very well be the last of them¡"
The awkward silence didn''t last long as the shuttle shuddered violently and the light above him blinked out. When it came back on, a chill ran down his spine. Something is wrong. The shuttle had been drenched in a blue hue and even though it was still moving. He heard nothing. Where''s the Wel-
The whispering sounds of low growls set him on edge as the first Mortan clambered into the tight space. He had on instinct raised his weapon to shoot it when something climbing in from his right side grabbed the barrel and pointed it up in the air. A spray of plasma painted the ceiling and he clenched his free hand, focusing his power into his fist he drove it at the head of the other attacker and they soon bounced back against the wall. He tried to aim again but another Mortan appeared right in front of him and pushed the rifle up against his chest. Where are they coming from? Vadir released another powerful punch. The psionic energy lifted the creature off its feet before allowing it to hit the ground. From his left side, his arm was grabbed and held back as the Mortan on his right did the same, stopping him from engaging them normally. He tried to struggle free but saw two more Mortans enter the tram. Their combined strength pushed him to his knees and one of those Mortans soon loomed over him. At the end of its arm was a sharp point. An injection tendril. I can¡¯t become like them. I can¡¯t - He could do nothing as his head was pulled back and the sharp point entered his neck. Whatever the fluid was, it blurred his vision because before passing out he saw the Mortans for who they really are¡ The Welcome Wagon? Then that means¡
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¡°Welcome back,¡± Gregory said beside him.
Vadir Kor lay across two seats, his head was dizzy, his throat was dry and any sudden movement made him want to throw up.
¡°Had to make it a strong dosage. Otherwise, we might all be dead.¡±
¡°I was attacked by Mortans but they were you.¡±
¡°Is that so,¡± said Mason. ¡°You went to shoot us and we had to think fast to avoid any real casualties.¡±
Vadir sat up in a puddle of sweat. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I think something got in my head and tricked me. Made me see things that weren¡¯t real. We need to get that data and head to Hydroponics. This thing can¡¯t be allowed to explore its power. Otherwise, I might kill you.¡±
Gregory scratched at his beard. ¡°Can you stop it from getting inside your head? Could we be affected?¡±
He¡¯s right, all it takes is it to end their heads and we¡¯d be easily picked off. No wonder we¡¯re not seeing much resistance. It doesn¡¯t even need to send Mortans after us. ¡°I¡¯ve never tried to create a mental block before. I could try but it may not stand against this type of enemy.¡±
¡°While it was in your head, did you learn anything?¡± Mason asked.
¡°Not sure, it¡¯s all kind of fuzzy. I saw what it wanted me to see. Speaking of - where is Captain Miller?¡± Vadir said, trying to sit up.
Mason put a hand on his shoulder. ¡°Slowly does it now, Vadir. We don¡¯t want you off balance.¡±
¡°We had to stay behind to make sure you were okay. The others are being guided by your A.I. friend to the Captain¡¯s body. Once they have the authorisation key they¡¯ll head back to us,¡± Gregory said.
¡°Then they are in more danger than they know. If it got in my head. Just think about what it can do to you.¡±
The two soldiers looked at each other. Gregory removed a two-way radio from their belt and tried to reach the others.
¡°Whatever they say, if it comes down to it. Put me under. I might be able to help them if it goes for their minds.¡±
¡°What do you mean by that?¡± Mason asked.
¡°Dream walking. It¡¯s a rare practice for some of my people.¡±
¡°Have you ever done it before?¡± Gregory asked as static buzzed from his radio.
Vadir couldn¡¯t bring himself to lie to them. ¡°No.¡±
¡°If - worse comes to worst and they come after us. Greg can send us on ahead to the archives, you could then guide them through the tunnels if you do this dream walking.¡±
Vadir rolled his eyes. ¡°I¡¯ll try but it¡¯s new ground for me. Have you reached them yet?¡±
Gregory grumbled. ¡°Lots of static. Could be the ship, could be range, I¡¯ll keep trying though. May need to boost the signal.¡± He adjusted a dial and spoke some more.
The Captain¡¯s radio crackled into life and shattered the silence. The rest of the Wagon paused as he answered, ¡°This is Miller, I read you.¡±
¡°Gregory here. Vadir is well but we may have a new problem.¡±
¡°Well don¡¯t keep us waiting, what made him attack us like that?¡±
¡°Something got inside his head. He¡¯s not sure what but he¡¯s worried it could go after you.¡±
Miller signalled for the others to continue walking. ¡°Noted, appreciate the warning. We¡¯re not far off where the Captain is.¡±
¡°If anyone shows any irregular signs let us know, Vadir will try and help.¡±
¡°How would he do that?¡± Miller asked.
¡°It sounds daft but he calls it, dream walking.¡±
¡°At this point, nothing about him surprises me anymore. We¡¯ll let you know -¡±
Miller, Webber, Jackson, and Munroe all stopped as they rounded the corner. Other than the dim orange-tinted lights the only thing they saw was a human awkwardly propped up against the wall. Their badly torn coveralls had seen better days and the sleeves of their arms were covered head to toe in a mix of red and black blood. They jerked their head up as the Group came to a stop.
¡°We¡¯ll be in touch, Gregory. We just made contact.¡±
Roswell, CH12: The Greater Madness
¡°Papa, please¡ªdon¡¯t go.¡±
He tried to keep his voice steady but he just couldn¡¯t. His father Andriy had both large hands on his shoulders. He simply smiled. ¡°You are the man of the house now, Sergei. You need to be strong. You can¡¯t let them see you as weak now,¡± Andriy said before looking over his shoulder. ¡°I shouldn¡¯t keep them waiting. They told me that once the work is done, you and Anna can join me. Think about it, we will be the first of the Lunar Men. Isn¡¯t that wonderful?¡±
Sergei managed a slow nod as his father embraced him one last time. He wished he would never let go. ¡°I should not keep the soldiers waiting.¡±
Sergei watched his father leave with the soldiers. The dark embrace that claimed his father was soon replaced by the old wooden door being slammed shut by his mother. Despite the stress of it all she hardly looked phased by the ordeal.
¡°He¡¯s gone, Sergei, time for bed. You have school tomorrow.¡±
He remained where he stood. ¡°They¡¯re not going to hurt him are they?¡±
She bent down to him. ¡°They need workers. Able bodies, hurting him would mean going against the Maxim. Now go on. Off to bed, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow.¡±
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Deep in the bowels of the Tellus Dome, he was disgusted by what he found. While the socialites, rich oligarchs and the West¡¯s mongrels reaped the benefits of a Luna lifestyle. The ever-growing needs of the workforce were overlooked and left to be someone else¡¯s problem. He had come here searching for his father but had found only death, disease and missing persons instead. Something was happening in the city of Lazarus and he planned to uncover the truth. By any means necessary if he had to.
He had his cover as did other Black Knight operatives. His was the unpleasant job of mopping the floors. Not that it mattered, the act itself was a purely performative and futile battle against the dust and grime that was dragged in by those doing tours and other moon-related activities. He slithered along the long narrow corridor, humming to the sound of rumbling pipes and excess steam. A man rounded the corner, wide-eyed and terrified, his long black hair a frizzled mess. Sergei straightened at the sight of the man. It was not uncommon to see someone so dishevelled but this man was different. He had the look of a man who had gazed upon his maker and had no plans to do so again.
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¡°Sir, Can I help you?¡±
The man¡¯s heavy breaths did little to reassure Sergei. ¡°No, no,¡± he repeated. ¡°What was in those drinks?¡±
¡°Drinks? you came all the way from Apollo?¡±
The man rushed down the corridor toward Sergei. ¡°You need to get off this rock.¡±
¡°Sir, look at me. Does it look like I can go where I please? I¡¯m just the janitor.¡±
¡°Not anymore.¡±
Sergei just wanted to be done with shift so that he could go and rest but something about how the man talked had him interested. ¡°Just tell me what happened.¡±
The man placed grimy hands on his hips. ¡°The Lazarus Ball, a toast to the future. You know about it?¡±
¡°Heard about it, not on the invite list as you can already tell.¡±
¡°Be grateful then because whatever was in those drinks. It¡¯s killed everyone. God¡¯s above what if they have also contaminated the water supply.¡±
¡°Say that again,¡± Sergei said looking down at the blackness of the bucket, he thought he saw movement on the surface. Just my mind playing tricks, keep it together Sergei.
¡°Everyone at the ball turned on each other. I¡¯m lucky I made it out alive.¡±
¡°Did you drink anything?¡±
He could see the man¡¯s eye twitching and the telltale signs he wasn¡¯t all there as his veins took on a black colouring. If only this was madness. He¡¯s harbouring it. They didn¡¯t tell me they would spike the drinks so soon!
¡°Only a sip.¡±
Sergei let go of his mop and it clattered upon hitting the floor. ¡°Only a sip, you say. Prosti menya, moy drug.¡±
¡°What?¡±
The man didn¡¯t see it coming. A psion energy-laced fist painted the insides of his head against the far wall and Sergei had no plans on cleaning that up. He was certain of one thing though. The symbiote gestating inside the man hadn¡¯t fully developed yet. Still, Sergei couldn¡¯t afford mercy in a time like this. So he did the only thing he could and began stamping down on the man¡¯s chest until it all became mush. It can not be allowed to take hold. That which is dead must stay dead. But why now? I haven¡¯t even found, Father yet. I refuse to believe he¡¯s dead!
Now fully distracted he barely heard the bucket tip and spill its contents across the floor. That which is dead¡ He lifted his blood-stained black boots and looked over his shoulder as the amorphous mass he knew only as Deterrent acknowledged him in a tranquil manner, bobbing up and down. Must stay dead¡
It launched itself at him covering his face and body in black sludge. It would force its way into him and then what?
I become like them. No!
He raised his calloused dirty hands and engaged the proto-cores that had been installed back when he was on Earth and had been selected for this mission. To serve the Maxim we must sow the seeds of our enemies¡¯ downfall and claim the world in the aftermath. He pressed his hands against his face and ignited the psionic flames.
To say agony threatened to send him to the other side of sanity was an understatement. He would burn the monster from his body if it guaranteed his freedom. He dropped to his knees as the black sludge dried out and fell from his body. His face would be left scarred but he would still live.
Father¡ where are you?
Roswell, Ch13: The Greatest Sin
The alarms finally ceased and their current sector''s lighting returned to normal. Sergei and Chernov had since been joined by another ally. This one was Spetsnaz and his being alert and out of breath did not signal good news.
¡°Something has gone terribly wrong,¡± he said.
¡°What do you mean?¡± asked Sergei.
¡°The Masquerade operators aren¡¯t responding to hails. I think the op-¡±
He was cut off by the loud sound of gears turning as the shelter doors began to rise. The metal sound was soon replaced by something more feral, growls, deep and guttural grew louder by the second. ¡°Do you have a spare gun?¡± Sergei asked Chernov.
The man removed his sidearm and handed it to Sergei. ¡°You can tell us what happened later, I think we need to fall -¡±
The first group of heads appeared at the top of the exit ramp. Drenched black and red. Blood¡ and what else?
¡°Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit¡.¡± muttered the Spetsnaz. ¡°We need to run, get off this rock.¡±
The man was already making moves and they struggled to keep up with him. He heard the rapid monstrous breaths bearing down on them. The heavy feet reverberated off the ground, as the horde grew in numbers behind them. They soon reached one of the tunnel entrances and once inside. The Spetsnaz sealed them in.
¡°That won¡¯t hold ¨C them,¡± he said barely catching his breath. ¡°This was not part of the plan.¡±
¡°What do you mean?¡± asked Chernov.
The Spetsnaz pointed at the sealed door as loud bangs could be heard. ¡°Someone brought the Deterrent onto the station and now it¡¯s infected the people we trapped. Handed them over on a silver platter. Fuck!¡±
Both men looked equally perplexed at the man. ¡°What the hell is a Deterrent?¡±
¡°The one type of Mortan you never want to come across. Come on, the shuttles are this way. We need to hurry. If the other shelters are open. The others in their domes will be out roaming for those not caught in the trap.¡±
Sergei followed the other two men as they reached another smaller dome. A residential sector. ¡°Keep your wits about you. They could be anywhere.¡±
They navigated through the narrow abandoned marketplace that made up much of the lunar street and had apartment blocks flanking both sides. Everything had been left as it was and soon they reached a turn-off that led to a narrow darkened corridor. In the darkness stood a figure armoured in black. He had no distinct markings but the size of the pads on his shoulders and the type of armour he wore. He knew something they didn¡¯t. Before a dialogue could even be established, he sprayed at them. Sergei barely had time to trigger his psion cores which allowed him to dive to the ground. The mixed set of wooden and concrete stalls became peppered with a hail of bullets. He looked back and saw that Spetsnaz wasn¡¯t so lucky. Bullet holes riddled his body. Chernov was now seated clutching his rifle like his life depended on it. His eyes were bloodshot and he snarled at Sergei. Yeah, me too.
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Sergei jumped to his feet, activated his cores and avoided the pre-fire attempt that would have hit him had he been seconds slower. Not wanting to waste his momentum he pushed again and aimed for where there was a gap in the shoulder plates. His shot punched the man back and it took a solid minute for him to reorient as the dizziness threatened to swallow him up. Chernov was on him now too. The larger man had the soldier in a chokehold. Soon they were met with a rifle hitting the floor.
¡°No, not yet. I want to know what¡¯s happening?¡±
¡°Make it quick, Sergei.¡±
¡°Why release this Deterrent?¡±
¡°You¡¯re Maxim Front, right? The useful idiots we outsourced much of this job to.¡±
The man had a strong Australian accent, it didn¡¯t take long for both men to put two and two together. Sergei advanced on the man and took off his helmet then he pressed the barrel of his gun to the man¡¯s forehead. ¡°Who do you work for?¡±
¡°Like I¡¯m telling you shit. If they don¡¯t get you. We will.¡±
Sergei looked past Chernov and saw a group of stragglers, painted black, already their skin had begun to mutate as skin and clothing melded together. Sergei nodded to Chernov who released his grip and stepped to the side as Sergei put a bullet in the man¡¯s head. That gunshot alerted the newcomers.
¡°Let¡¯s get a move on,¡± said Sergei.
¡°Amen to that.¡±
They were soon back in one of Tellus¡¯ Commerce districts and already it was a grim sight to behold. It was nothing but a scattering of bloody limbs, and dead bodies. All while urgent runners headed in any direction they could. They barely gave them a passing glance, these people were now creatures of instinct. Survival was all that mattered now. Some dead bodies had monsters crouched over them, feasting and spitting the remains everywhere.
¡°There¡¯s no way we can leave the normal way. Won¡¯t be long until everywhere is nothing but Mortans,¡± said Chernov.
¡°There¡¯s always the underground. It¡¯s possible the Mortans have yet to breach into it, too focused on the surface-level fresh meat.¡±
¡°That¡¯s probably our best shot at this point. I assume you know the way?¡±
¡°Like the back of my hand, Chernov. Come on and try not to draw their attention.¡±
¡°I wasn¡¯t hoping to.¡±
They kept to the edge of the level, close to the shops and restaurants where they could remain obscure if only for a little longer. Very soon there wouldn¡¯t be any place to hide. Chernov kept low behind Sergei as he kept a watchful eye for people or Mortes. He stopped near a low wall and signalled for Chernov to come beside him. A large fern¡¯s leaves partially hid them.
¡°What do you see?¡±
¡°These guys aren¡¯t like the one we saw earlier.¡±
¡°Station security?¡±
¡°Most likely.¡±
The giveaway was the riot gear. It was designed for human enemies but the Mortans, he knew that wouldn¡¯t stop them. Sergei kept low as a bright torch was shone at them. The group spoke in German to one another. Sergei saw them reach where they had seen the monsters feasting and then the madness began. The signal to open fire breached the silence and soon any Morte in earshot would be on them.
¡°Now would be a good time -¡±
Sergei pointed up to where they had planned to head. A small horde, partially mutated, the amorphous skin of the monsters had begun creeping over them. They charged at the security detail like wild dogs.
¡°Once they are past, we go. Don¡¯t look back.¡±
¡°Like I planned to,¡± growled Chernov.
They were soon heading away from the ensuing carnage. Screams now perforated the air around them and the smell of blood and sweat lingered every which way they went. Sergei risked a glance back and was relieved to see the Mortans had indeed kept their focus on the riot squad. We need to get to the underground, otherwise, we¡¯re as good as dead!
Roswell, CH14: Like Fish in a Barrel
The two men ducked left and descended down a set of stairs that would take them into relative safety or so they hoped. Chernov stood behind Sergei pointing his gun up the ramp, praying deep down that the monsters would ravage each other on the surface. The sudden loud beep made both men jump. The door opened and they were soon inside, sealing the exit behind them.
These parts of the Domes were often called the Slums. Home to the builders that had erected the city, years past. This was their reward for their service. To be hidden away, forgotten about and only called upon if something goes wrong or faulty. It was narrow, cramped and riddled with pipes and wiring leading to the surface. The narrow corridor opened out to another doorway which they entered. It took them to what looked like an empty barracks area. The builders and the miners shared a residence, both men had expected company but there was only the sound of whirring fans around them.
¡°You don¡¯t think that stuff was pumped down here do you?¡±
Sergei looked around and leaned on the black metal railing. ¡°I can¡¯t see anything can you?¡±
¡°Do the Slums even have protection shelters?¡±
¡°You would think so,¡± said Sergei walking down the steps. All he saw was a mess. People had dropped what they had on them and scarpered. The two men followed the trail gifted to them. Soon they entered another corridor that led to a T-Junction. Where their joint suspicion was soon answered. Gunfire cut through the silence as two bloodied people stumbled around the corner and stopped short of Sergei and Chernov. A blur emerged next and made short work of one of those fleeing. The disembodied head flew away from a fountain of red. The body hit the ground as two Mortans grabbed for the remaining person, digging blackened teeth in their shoulder.
Chernov acted first and opened fire. The person they had encountered was already dead. This was a mercy. The spray now shifted the attention. One recoiled back while the other advanced, the rough amorphous Morte skin made their hands now look like large bestial claws. They don¡¯t have formed Cores, for now. Normally, Sergei aimed for the top half but for Mortes he knew to focus fire on the centre of mass. As a new Morte it didn¡¯t have protection yet. The bullets tore through skin and clothing. The monster stopped dead. Chernov did the same for his Morte and Sergei engaged his core to cover the ground. He poured Aetherial energy into the aura around his fist and drove it through the monster he staggered. He found purchase and pulled. Separating the symbiote from its host. The creature folded and hit the floor in growing blackened pool. Chernov had also downed the other and had begun stomping on their chest like a madman.
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¡°Pull it out, proper. They always come back,¡± said Sergei.
Chernov bent down and began scooping out whatever innards he could. Sergei was surprised to see the second victim of the two Mortes still breathing. He approached them and crouched down.
¡°Can you talk? Can you understand me?¡± He tried in English first.
¡°Yes, I don¡¯t understand how I¡¯m still alive.¡±
The man was badly wounded and to such an extent that normally it would be fatal. It could only mean one thing. ¡°Have you drank anything recently?¡±
¡°Before the alarms rang? Maybe. It can get pretty hot down here.¡±
¡°Bottle or tap?¡±
¡°Filled a bottle with a tap why?¡±
Chernov finished doing his dirty work and looked to Sergei.
¡°You¡¯re saying I¡¯m becoming like them. I can see it on your faces.¡±
¡°Then already know what we need to do, but first how many more are you?¡± asked Sergei.
¡°I wasn¡¯t really paying attention¡ Maybe I can help you escape. There has to be a way to reverse this right?¡±
Sergei cocked his head at Chernov. ¡°There is but one cure for the Mortan.¡±
Sergei inhaled and fired off a couple of shots. Putting the man out of his misery he then proceeded to do as Chernov had, scooping off the black liquid that had begun taking over the body¡¯s inside.
¡°I hope you don¡¯t expect us to do this for all of them. It¡¯s just wasting time, Sergei.¡±
¡°I know. I know. But the point is to keep them down. If it¡¯s not done they¡¯ll regenerate.¡±
¡°I¡¯m just saying we really shouldn¡¯t be wasting time if we want off this rock.¡±
Sergei agreed and looked at the signs. They needed to reach the Portunus Front as that was where they would find the shuttle station. He pointed it out. ¡°If we follow the way they came from, we can reach the main plaza and steal a shuttle.¡±
Chernov sighed. ¡°Somehow that sounds easier said than done.¡±
Roswell, CH15: The Path of Least Resistance
¡°How much farther is it? Sergei!¡±
¡°Quiet, idiot, do you want them to hear us?¡± he hissed looking back at the man.
Chernov sighed. ¡°The wall map made it seem smaller, that¡¯s all.¡±
¡°It¡¯s not that far now. Actually, it should be right around here.¡±
Their joint journey through the narrow, concrete corridors had revealed a sorry sight of death and madness. The man they had to put down was not alone at all. Many had succumbed to the Deterrent. What had once been a hostage situation they could control had turned into a full-scale outbreak. And we handed it to whoever was behind this? They played us like a damn fiddle! That was probably the idea. Release the Deterrent and we take the fall. Bastards the lot of them!
His thoughts were interrupted by a strong grip on his shoulder. He hadn¡¯t been paying attention and had nearly walked them right into the open arms of waiting Mortans. The giveaway was the mutated black bubbled skin forming, merging with cloth and skin. They all looked dead to the world with their icy, hunger-glazed stare. The silence was palpable with neither moving first, one stalked to the other. Until eventually something had to give.
One of them launched itself at Sergei. Its speed nearly had him. He could see the glow in their eyes and veins as black claws grappled with the barrel of his gun. Chernov soon equalised the matter as a shot to the infected¡¯s unprotected head sent them sprawling. The others were up now. Sergei sprayed aiming for any part of the body that could slow them down. No way we have enough bullets to put them down. ¡°Chernov, start running.¡±
The other man didn¡¯t need to be told twice. Another Mortan threw itself into the fray but this time Sergei triggered his core and stumbled backwards, twisting he propelled himself down the corridor. Forcing the aether¡¯s power to augment his every step. The pressure he applied left cracks on the floor. Chernov was waiting down the corridor, motioning with his hands.
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¡°Hurry up, man!¡±
Sergei soon barrelled past the man and had to focus hard to slow down. And by the time he stopped lurching this way and that, he managed to put his back to a wall and bend over. He heaved the contents of his stomach. He looked up where Chernov had been and saw the man waddle his way looking rather smug. ¡°Sealed them off with that emergency door. Must mean this is one of those areas. High security.¡±
¡°That is rather fortunate. Dare I ask, how many shots do you think we have?¡±
¡°Not enough to get us off this rock if that¡¯s what you¡¯re asking. It¡¯s not like we can outrun them either. Those cores man. I mean you¡¯ll be fine. Me though.¡± Chernov shrugged, ¡°I¡¯m pretty fucked.¡±
¡°You don¡¯t want this.¡±
¡°I¡¯ll be the judge of that. Are you ready? Don¡¯t know how long that door is going to hold them, especially if they¡¯re persistent.¡± They both looked back and could see growing dents.
They really don¡¯t know when to quit. ¡°I¡¯m ready, lead the way,¡± said Sergei gesturing the man to take the lead.
Chernov¡¯s statement of high security hadn¡¯t been completely incorrect. As it turns out the long corridor they had run down had led them to the one place they probably wanted nothing to do with. The faded sign sat above a metal windowed door. It had a keypad next to it and a comms system.
¡°Orcus,¡± said Chernov.
¡°Not our people,¡± said Sergei. ¡°Privately owned. Corpers.¡±
Chernov groaned. ¡°Do you think they¡¯ll let us in?¡±
¡°Not like we can go back.¡±
Chernov looked back and his face paled. ¡°We¡¯re fucked if we can¡¯t get in.¡±
¡°I know. Talk to them, you¡¯re the security guy.¡±
Chernov approached the comm system first and pressed a button. ¡°This is Sergeant Chernov. I¡¯ve got with me one of the conspirators responsible for this outbreak,¡± he spat the words with such venom that Sergei did a double take. But behind the man¡¯s back, he had crossed his fingers. Bold strategy. Chernov, let¡¯s pray they take prisoners and don¡¯t just shoot me dead.
¡°Is that so,¡± said a deep male voice. ¡°And what do you expect us to do?¡±
¡°This is the prison, correct?¡±
¡°Well, yes.¡±
¡°Then I have a prisoner.¡±
¡°He¡¯s clean.¡±
¡°I¡¯d be dead if he wasn¡¯t,¡± said Chernov.
¡°Fine. But you better not try anything. I¡¯m sending someone your way to let you in.¡±
Chernov stepped back and scratched at the back of his neck. ¡°I¡¯m sorry to do it this way.¡±
¡°No, need. I¡¯d probably do the same, honestly.¡±
Roswell, CH16: The Seventh Circle
A glaring light and cool air greeted them as the door slid open. The guard sent to welcome them wore Orcus riot gear and had a black visor masking his face. He also carried a sleek-looking MP-40. He gestured with it for them to enter.
The door hissed shut once they were inside. ¡°Is it just you two?¡±
Sergei looked at Chernov.
¡°Yes, just us.¡±
¡°And you weren¡¯t followed.¡±
¡°No, sir.¡±
¡°And this one is part of the plot to release the Deterrent?¡±
¡°Yes,¡± said Chernov.
¡°Then why the gun?¡±
¡°Self-defence. One man can¡¯t hope to fight a war against those monsters.¡± Chernov reached over and pulled the rifle away from Sergei¡¯s sweaty palms.
I hope you know what you¡¯re doing, Chernov.
¡°If that¡¯s the case -¡± Sergei didn¡¯t hear the rest because he was blind-sided by the back of the MP40, hitting his skull and knocking him into a wall. The last thing he heard before passing out fully was the guard¡¯s single request. ¡°Carry him to an unoccupied cell.¡±
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By the time he came around, his head was still throbbing. They had put him in one of the many cells. Dull, grey walls surrounded him and presented a clear view out onto his cell block. He stood up and approached the gap. Upon reaching out, the sudden shock made him jump back while recoiling his arm.
Force fields. Makes sense. I wonder how Chernov plans on getting me out of this.
Not long later, he had his answer as the man returned with a beaming smile.
¡°Good news, comrade, because the situation is so dire and the city itself is so past the point of return. The guards here have concluded they need every man they can find to help bring her back from the brink.¡±
¡°Don¡¯t tell me they seriously think they can stop this?¡±
¡°Have you ever tried convincing Germans of anything and do you think they¡¯ll listen to me, a Russian? You know, considering all that¡¯s happened so far.¡±
¡°Good point.¡± Sergei stretched a little as he heard the force field power down. He was glad to be free. He checked his two adjacent cells and was met by the horrific forms of two nearly fully developed Deterrent Mortans.
This mutation works faster than the base variant. Very soon it will become altogether unsalvageable.
¡°Pretty grim, huh? I¡¯ve seen many a Mortan but non quite like this,¡± said Chernov grimly.
¡°They¡¯re all the same beast. Just these are more feral.¡±
¡°There¡¯s dozens of them in these cells. I pray we don¡¯t lose power.¡±
Sergei folded his arms and smiled back at his friend. ¡°Now don¡¯t go giving me ideas. These things could be useful yet.¡±
¡°That¡¯s if they don¡¯t tear you to shreds first,¡±
¡°Or plant you¡¡± Sergei said as the one in the cell to his right gawked at him. ¡°What are you looking at?¡±
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The creature, with its hunched back and fused, tattered clothing gave a laugh that sounded more like it was choking. ¡°You don¡¯t recognise me, comrade. Do you?¡±
¡°Alexei¡¡±
¡°You know this one?¡± said Chernov walking behind Sergei so that he stood on his other side.
¡°We ran a few jobs together back home. I had no idea he had been recruited for the mission.¡±
¡°My job was given to me by some illusive friends,¡± Alexei said arching his back and crying out as it made a loud crack.
¡°What did it entail?¡± Sergei asked.
¡°Beneath us, the demons of old are kept in cold storage. So many of them. I was caught early. Must have tripped an alarm. They threw me in here. It¡¯s been weeks. Then it happened. The water turned black and I knew. Deliverance had come,¡± the man said holding back the manic laugh bubbling beneath the surface.
¡°Was he always this crazy?¡±
Sergei wanted to say no but Alexei had always been deeply spiritual to a degree and the Symbiote growing within him now amplified his fears. I wonder what he means by demons. The Mortans? This whole place is their playground now. ¡°He¡¯s not crazy, Chernov but we are for agreeing to this mission. Let¡¯s get going, Don¡¯t want to keep your new friends waiting.¡±
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The remaining Orcus guard alongside Sergei and Chernov had all gathered in the former Head Warden¡¯s main office. It overlooked the atrium that gave some glance into the madness occupying the cells. The head of the group sat behind the cleared desk. The guards aligned with him stood on his left while Sergei and Chernov occupied the right.
¡°As you are all no doubt aware, a new strain of Mortalis has consumed the city¡¯s population, courtesy of our new friend Sergei,¡± the guard said, gesturing offhand to him. ¡°I presume the lockdown was part of that.¡±
Sergei shrugged. ¡°If I¡¯m being truly honest, I had my instructions. Anything else is far above me.¡±
¡°So they probably saw you as disposable.¡±
¡°We all are.¡±
¡°I also hear those attending the Masquerade were infected but with the chaos, it¡¯s difficult to get any proper answer whether Lazarus himself is still alive.¡±
One of the four guards with them stepped forward. ¡°The men we sent to investigate have still yet to report back. We should consider the worst.¡±
The man leaned back in his chair and spun to face the baying crowd, throwing themselves time and time again at their cell¡¯s force fields. He stood up and leaned against the rounded window. ¡°I don¡¯t see any other way around it. We need to get a message back to Earth. Hopefully, they can pause their pissing contest long enough to get some men up here. Hell, it might even be worth wiping this city off the surface of the Moon. Can¡¯t take any chances with the Mortalis. They¡¯ll never stop.¡±
¡°We can do that,¡± said Sergei.
¡°You and Chernov? No. It can¡¯t just be you two. Especially if you¡¯re working with the enemy that started this. Sergeant Becker and Corporal Meyer here will accompany you. I assume you know the way.¡±
¡°If we take the tunnels, we can-¡± A pounding reached his mind as the person standing at the window transformed along with the room itself into a black pulsating mess of biomass. The strange, tall figure faced him. This grotesque being looked demonic in stature and their entire body was covered in an amorphous, rippling shell. It looked like a human stripped of its skin instead replaced by black, pulsating muscle.
it said as it approached him. Its true height became apparent as he existed in its shadow.
¡°Sergei -¡± the slap brought him back to reality.
¡°What happened?¡±
¡°Your eyes glazed over and you began talking in a real low, guttural way. Said something about the Motherland!¡±
¡°Shit, it must be my aether cores. One of those things must have found some way to interfere with them,¡± Sergei said his breathing becoming laborious.
The other guards had their weapons trained on him. He held up his arm. ¡°I promise you, I¡¯m not one of them. I have prototype cores installed that allow me to tap into the Aether. I had no idea a Mortan could get inside my head in that way.¡±
¡°On second thoughts, if this one turns. You have my full permission to execute him on the spot,¡± the lead guard said.
Shit.
¡°The only person killing my friend here will be me. Not your lackeys. We¡¯ll get the message broadcast. Someone¡¯s bound to be wondering what the hell is going on up here.¡±
¡°You can find extra weapons in the armoury. Since you might not be coming back, take as much as you can carry and spare no one. It¡¯s safe to assume the entire city is compromised. And whoever that voice is, they¡¯re making moves. Our enemy might only become more dangerous if it becomes coordinated. Be prepared for anything.¡±
¡°Aye sir!¡± said the guards with a salute.
Sergei and Chernov remained silent. Sergei felt sweat run down his cheek. If it can force me to perceive it, what else can it do? I can only hope that is the extent of its power- ¡°Chernov if I lose my sense of reality because of what just happened. Don¡¯t even hesitate to kill me and do whatever it takes to destroy this hell. Before it dooms the Earth.¡±
Chernov chuckled. ¡°Don¡¯t think the folks back home need any help there, Sergei. But since you asked, if it comes to it. I promise I¡¯ll make it quick.¡±
Roswell, CH17: The Road to Hell
They spent a short amount of time restocking ammunition and changing into Orcus riot gear. Sergei appreciated the extra protection, especially since they were heading to the Hermes Communication Array, the broadcast centre that allowed Lazarus¡¯ personnel to contact Earth. He suspected that if the Mortes were to become more coordinated, that location would be one of the first places they would secure. Chernov looked over to him after fitting his helmet.
¡°Do you think getting a message out will change anything about our predicament?¡±
¡°Hard to say. I¡¯m not confident it will, but we¡¯ve got to do something right,¡± said Sergei.
They then joined up with the two Orcus guards assigned to keep a close eye on them. After all, as far as they were concerned, this entire ordeal was what he wanted. If only it were that simple. We were used for someone else¡¯s goals. The question is who and why?
They had to journey past the cells of infected prisoners before reaching the Penitentiary lobby. The desk that a receptionist would normally man was now occupied by another Orcus guard. The desk had also been fitted with surveillance equipment. However, the footage looked grainy from where Sergei stood. Sergeant Becker approached the man. He managed to look relaxed despite the situation.
¡°How bad is it out there?¡±
The guard leaned forward putting his feet on the ground. ¡°It¡¯s quiet on our doorstep. Soteria patrols are becoming more infrequent though. Imagine most of them perished when the outbreak happened.¡±
¡°What about beyond our territory?¡±
The man shrugged. ¡°Hard to say, why?¡±
¡°We¡¯re heading to Hermes to try to send a message to Earth.¡±
The man scoffed. ¡°Good luck with that then, and don¡¯t forget to lock the door once you leave.¡±
Becker grumbled and signalled for the rest of the group to get moving.
The route to the access tunnels that would give them a shortcut to the Hermes Comms Array saw them cross a bloodied pair of Soteria security. The man struggled to hold up the woman by having her scratched and bruised arm around his neck. They looked both to be in dire need of medical attention. The Orcus guards already had their weapons up, and Sergei and Chernov kept themselves back in case things got dicey.
¡°You two, Soteria, right?¡± asked Becker.
¡°Yeah, why is Orcus sending you out here?¡± asked the man.
¡°We¡¯re heading to Hermes¡¯ Array.¡±
The man baulked and shook his head. He also coughed up something black. He held up his hand. ¡°I¡¯m not ¨C I swear. But we in Soteria had the same idea. The problem is, it¡¯s under the control of those things. They did quite a number on the place. We¡¯re reporting back to our bosses. Please let us through.¡±
Sergei looked at Chernov. He could tell his friend would rather kill these two. If they were coughing up Morte stuff, it was probably a sign of things to come.
¡°No, first, you get checked over at Iaso Medicinal. The last thing Soteria needs is being overrun by someone unaware of how compromised they are,¡± said Becker.
¡°It¡¯s just some scratches, man.¡±
¡°Still, get yourself checked over,¡± he ordered.
¡°Yeah, yeah,¡± said the man as the Orcus team made room for him to pass by them.
A shot rang out that came from neither Chernov nor Sergei, but from the Orcus guard who had led the questioning. His Luger smoked, and he glared at the others before marching over to where the woman was gasping for air. Her fingertips were now covered in the man¡¯s blood. The guard delivered the finishing shot, then did something unexpected. He stamped first down on her chest, crushing it under his black boots and not long after, did the same to the man he executed. The loud squelching of pulped flesh made Sergei grimace.
The man marched back to the front while saying, ¡°We all know how these things work. Killing them was only doing the symbiote a favour. It needed to be crushed in the place it makes its home.¡±
¡°No objection from us,¡± Sergei said. ¡°I would be more surprised if you didn¡¯t shoot them both.¡±
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¡°Right,¡± the guard said. ¡°The access point is close. It should get us to the comm array in no time at all.¡±
The darkness of the tunnels made them all hesitate to enter. It soon swallowed them and they were forced to use their shoulder-mounted torches to light the way while walking in mostly single file.
¡°Anyone else feel something on the walls?¡± asked Chernov.
Sergei reached out and rubbed the wall. Instead of concrete, it felt rough and slimy. Putting his torch on it soon made him feel disgusted. ¡°It¡¯s biomass. It¡¯s begun to establish a hive, I think.¡±
¡°Then we best hurry,¡± said Chernov. ¡°The longer this takes, the more this stuff will spread.¡±
¡°Can¡¯t help but notice it¡¯s getting thicker too,¡± said Corporal Meyer.
¡°Starting to get why those two had to back off from this place,¡± added Becker.
They soon reached the exit point and noted that the biomass had begun encroaching on it too. It took some chipping away before the door opened and they entered a long but wide corridor. Once metallic looking, its walls now pulsated due to a rapidly encroaching black bulging biomass.
¡°Eyes up, everyone,¡± said Sergeant Becker. ¡°If this is here. So are they.¡±
Upon reaching the entrance to the array, a towering Deterrent Mortan greeted them in its full monstrous shape. With deep black aether energy wrapping around its hands, it manifested two elongated claws and in one formed a ball of black energy that it not soon after launched at the group. It took the squad a few seconds for them to dodge and avoid the ball of energy as it exploded against the biomass behind them. The creature blinked away and appeared in front of Corporal Meyer. Its large black feet met the man¡¯s chest and he tumbled to the floor. Chaos erupted as they all tried to land a shot. It read them like a book and used its blink to weave back and away from the gunfire.
Imagine a claw. Something that stops it dead in its tracks.
Sergei engaged his blink and travelled the twisted other side before returning to the real. The creature barely had time to reorient itself as Sergei¡¯s aether-generated blue claw penetrated its sternum. Enraged, the creature tried to hit back, but he propelled himself away from its swipe. With a clear opening, the remaining three of them easily made short work of the wound and the monster soon found itself writhing on the floor. The one remaining Orcus guard, Sergeant Becker had the pleasure of wrestling the symbiote from its chest. The black amorphous thing leaked fluid everywhere. He dropped it and stamped on the thing.
¡°I guess they didn¡¯t expect anyone to try and come here,¡± said Chernov.
¡°Most people have no experience fighting these things. It makes sense they¡¯d only station one up here. Anyone else wouldn¡¯t be standing right now,¡± Becker said before looking at Sergei, whose claw had disappeared. ¡°You imitated it.¡±
¡°The aether core did the most of the work. Can help me keep up with them.¡±
¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡±
The Hermes Comm Array was a large building with a sleek, Art Deco design. Or it would have had it not been consumed by the Deterrent biomass. They soon found the source of the corruption. A large glowing black bulb sat atop one of the many projectors and from its base stretched bio-wire and biomass that connected to the various consoles in the command area.
¡°So we just destroy it?¡± Becker asked.
¡°I would think so,¡± said Sergei. ¡°But that might not be as easy as it looks. The bulb looks like it¡¯s made to take a hit or two.¡±
¡°Then why don¡¯t you use that claw of yours and tear out its centre.¡±
Sergei rolled his eyes and reformed the claw, the aether flowing around him made him dizzy but he composed himself long enough to penetrate the bulb. He found the internal core and ripped it out. Whatever it was, put an end to the strange glow coming off of the bulb.
¡°Now let¡¯s see if we can broadcast a message out,¡± said Becker.
The group approached the front set of consoles and set to work restoring the biomass-covered computers to working order. With a few correct button presses, they had a live transmission. Becker pressed the mute button. ¡°What should I even say?¡±
¡°Mortalis have overrun Lazarus. Send help,¡± said Chernov.
The man nodded and removed his finger. He spoke into the mic. ¡°This is Sergeant Johann Becker. I represent Orcus Security of the Lazarus lunar city. This message is a warning. The city has fallen to the Mortalis. If anyone down below hears this, we need urgent backup.¡±
One of the screens above them flickered on, displaying a bald man wearing a grey British army uniform whose insignia on his right breast resembled that of a fob watch with temporal symbols inside. They all recognised the uniform. Grey Watch.
¡°This is President Edmund Grey of the Grey Watch, Syndrix patched in your transmission. What do you mean Lazarus has fallen to the Mortalis?¡±
They both looked to Sergei, who sighed and stepped forward. ¡°There was a plan to take over the city. Most of the population was herded into shelters, and then someone flooded them with Deterrent gas. Now the city is rapidly falling to those¡ª things.¡±
¡°Russian¡ Let me guess. The Imperium put you up to this -¡± A burst of static cut off Grey.
¡°Another transmission, but it¡¯s not coming from Earth. It''s¡ªno, that¡¯s not possible,¡± said Becker.
¡°Spit it out, man,¡± said Grey.
¡°It¡¯s coming from beyond the Oort cloud and heading straight for us.¡±
¡°Can you let it broadcast?¡±
¡°Doing so now.¡± Soon the static screen revealed some kind of bridge and tall grey and silver-looking aliens. They looked surprisingly humanoid. They were speaking in rapid clicks and in a way that was hard for anyone to follow.
¡°I¡¯ll have Syndrix work on translating¨Csomething is -¡± Both screens went blank and the whole system powered down. The only glow now came from the multiple projectors behind them. And from one of them manifested the blue hue of one Francis Lazarus. He looked a little worse for wear and even a little mad.
¡°All my hard work ruined by that bastard Vasechkin. Do you not realise what you¡¯ve done? I spent my whole life avoiding the legacy of my people. And yet you insects bring it into my domain. My home! I should have you all killed for this. If I can¡¯t stop it from taking the city from me. Then I shall bring you all to ruin! I offered you salvation, a future beyond petty human squabbles, but that dream is dead. Because of you. Your selfish actions here will be remembered as a monument to all your sins.¡±
Roswell, CH18: Monument to the Fall
The hologram disappeared and they were back in darkness. Becker tried fiddling with dials and when that did nothing he brought his fist down upon the robust-looking console cursing to himself.
¡°Lazarus has control over the whole city¡¯s power distribution. We might need to take him out if we have any hope of getting things back under control.¡±
Chernov marched over to the man and grabbed him by both shoulders. ¡°Are you mad? Have you seen the state of this place? We should be leaving. A short-range shuttle should get us off the Moon and back to Earth.¡±
¡°The problem with your idea is that Lazarus controls where we go. There¡¯s a good chance Port is already locked down. And I somehow doubt he¡¯s in the mood to let anyone leave. Now get your hands off of me!¡±
Chernov let him go and rejoined Sergei.
¡°We got a message out at least,¡± said Sergei.
¡°Yeah, but someone else heard it too,¡± Becker said as he rubbed his brow and faced them. ¡°We still have time before they arrive but by the time they get here. They¡¯ll be marching headlong into a bloodbath.¡±
¡°So that¡¯s it then we agree. We take Helios,¡± said Sergei.
¡°It¡¯s about the only thing we can do,¡± said Chernov.
Before they could do anything the door they came from hissed open and in walked three others. Each of them dressed in neutral black matching that of the person, Sergei and Chernov had killed earlier. These people were the ones responsible for the outbreak in the first place.
¡°You know how you thought I was one of those responsible for this mess, well Chernov and I encountered someone like these guys before. They set us up.¡±
The middle man looked to Sergei and spoke in Russian first. ¡°You killed one of us.¡±
¡°Aye, he tried to kill us first though.¡±
¡°Is that so,¡± the man said looking at Becker. ¡°Orcus? This far from home. Must be nice to take a walk every once in a while.¡±
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¡°No thanks to you of course,¡± said Becker keeping his weapon pointed at the newcomers.
¡°I¡¯m afraid, this is just the beginning. The Deterrent will bring all of us together in Unity. Isn¡¯t that what your Maxim strives for? Comrade,¡± the man said raising and clenching his fist towards the two Russian men.
Sergei snarled at the thought of ever calling this man comrade. ¡°The Deterrent would strip us of our minds. Our freedom. It would be a tortured existence.¡±
¡°No, no, no. Comrade, it would liberate you. All of you would be spared from this torment.¡±
The guttural voice in the back of his head sent shivers down his spine.
¡®You¡¯re using my cores for this.¡¯
Sergei found himself tuning out the conversation it was hard to know which of the three was talking to him. They all looked the same. Then it dawned on them, their outfits weren¡¯t covert uniforms. Instead, they were a rubbery-looking projection of the symbiote deep within them. This amorphous shell looked nothing like the monsters he had encountered already.
Sergei¡¯s eyes shifted black and he raised his weapon, he let loose a couple of shots into the unprepared Orcus guard. That sent him sprawling to the ground.
¡°Sergei! Snap out of -¡± Chernov gargled as an elongated psion blade pierced his back and came out through his chest.
¡°All good things come to rest.¡±
¡°Once you have Lazarus, what then?¡± Sergei asked dryly.
¡°The World,¡± the man said his blade dissipated and he stepped back. Chernov hit the ground and Sergei shook his head in dismay.
¡°I won¡¯t do your dirty work.¡±
A force unlike any other forced him down to his knees.
¡°You don¡¯t understand there¡¯s an alien ship coming. We¡¯re all going to die!¡±
The strange force lifted long enough to let Sergei stand as the three black-suited men spoke to each other. The one responsible for Chernov¡¯s murder looked back his way and smiled. ¡°Perfect. When the time comes, we¡¯ll take that ship too.¡±
A voice came over the radio attached to the dead Orcus guard. ¡°Sergeant Becker, do you read me? The penitentiary just experienced a massive power fluctuation. All power is being rerouted to Helios. Do you hear me? I need a response.¡± Static made it hard to follow what he said next. ¡°That power redirect just released a whole lot of hell. Listen, forget saving this place. Get off this rock, before they get you too.¡± The next sound was heavy gunfire followed by a long drawn-out death scream before it cut out for good.
¡°Lazarus is bunkering down in Helios and letting everyone suffer because of it,¡± Sergei said.
¡°Then we are aligned,¡± said the leader of the group. ¡°Time to finish what you helped us start, Sergei.¡±
Roswell, CH19: The Path to Power
While Lazarus continued its death spiral they made the long arduous journey from the comms array to the industrial sector. It took them through numerous public districts and the growing dire state of things almost made Sergei feel nauseous as bodies covered in black fluid lay everywhere and the small pockets of resistance they did encounter were easily thwarted. So far they had been lucky to avoid the growing number of Deterrent Mortans, but Sergei couldn¡¯t help but wonder if that was intentional on his new friend¡¯s part.
¡°Are you controlling them?¡±
The leading member of their group looked back his way. ¡°I wish it were that simple. We can influence them but the vast majority are feral.¡±
¡°So how did you avoid the same fate?¡±
¡°A lot of it comes down to will. That and causing serious trauma can wake the symbiote without killing the host. Near-death shock they call it, I think.¡±
¡°Why do all this?¡±
¡°We follow the tenets of Truth,¡± interjected another member of his escort.
¡°What truth is that?¡± Sergei asked. To make it out of this alive, he would need to know as much about them as humanly possible. ¡°How does releasing a deadly parasite save anyone?¡±
The three Mortans stared at each other, but the next voice came from within Sergei. It was unfamiliar, and not one of the ones he had heard earlier.
They caught sight of his wide-eyed stare and the group leader smiled. ¡°As intended, putting the Deterrent fluid into your cores was the best way to make use of your little band of idiots.¡±
¡°You infected us all.¡±
¡°We liber-¡±
Their conversation was cut short as the lead signalled them into cover as shots began flying but it was not directed at them. They had reentered the Commerce on an upper floor that looked down onto a wide market street with bridges connecting both sides. From the wall he was crouched behind he recognised the Soterias security armour. They had engaged with a group of Deterrent on the bridge with the Mortes using swarming tactics. One even hovered in the air and had black psionic crystalline wings coming from its back. Its spikes rained down but most missed their intended target, as Soterias used what cover they had available to remain safe from the psionic power demonstrated by the monsters.
¡°Are we helping them or not?¡± Sergei asked before rolling his eyes at his own stupid question.
¡°I¡¯ll let you figure that out,¡± said the man next to him. He sensed a deranged joy in that man¡¯s tone of voice as he rose to his feet. In his Mortan form, he looked like a tower with bristling muscles and rough-looking amorphous skin. He was soon gone, travelling the other side gave them a small boost in speed that allowed Mortans to get the drop on unsuspecting victims. The man barrelling towards Soterias was no ordinary Mortan. No, he was something worse.
When he emerged from dark rent he had already formed the aetherial blaster and sent the first of Soterias flying backwards, so much so that they toppled over the railing and hit the ground below. Dazed by this turn of events, the second Soterias had frozen in place making them an easy kill. The last member opened fire but to no avail, the amorphous shell merely absorbed the bullet spray. The Mortan grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him before skewering him.
The feral Mortans had stopped their advance seeing one who looked much like themselves. The leader prodded Sergei to follow him and the others to the bridge. The winged Mortan dropped down and tilted its head. ¡°You helped us.¡±
¡°We have a similar goal, after all, who do you think let you loose here?¡± said the leader.
The Mortan tilted its head as the ambusher reverted to a more human shape. ¡°What is your goal?¡±
¡°To spread the word of Truth. And to do that we need to take down the security protecting the Industrial sector.¡±
¡°It is impenetrable, well-defended. You would not survive.¡±
¡°We only need one of us to get into the sector and disable the security systems.¡±
¡°And who might that be?¡± asked the Mortan.
¡°Our newest convert,¡± said the Aevetas leader gesturing to Sergei. ¡°He knows the maintenance tunnels better than anyone. Those are designed to bypass a lot of security.¡±
¡°We could just use those to storm the facility.¡±
¡°We could but an organised resistance would only slow us down. Sergei taking down the power gives us an advantage.¡±
¡°What advantage is that?¡± the Mortan asked.
¡°Chaos. With the security systems offline, whatever resistance we might encounter will be disorientated and unable to mount a full defence. All you need to do is gather as many of you as possible. Once the great door opens, let loose the dogs of war.¡±
¡°Your terms are agreeable. We¡¯ll be waiting,¡± the Mortan said as black aether wings burst from its back and it flew off. The remaining Mortans let them pass.
¡°The security checkpoint for Helios is where you will need to go. The controls for it should let you disable the power to the bulkhead doors. Once the maglocks are disengaged let the Deterrent do the rest.¡±
It dawned on Sergei then. I¡¯m going to doom those who sought sanctuary from this nightmare¡
He couldn¡¯t help but shiver as the Morte voice within him squeezed his mind. The group pressed forward. In the time since the Deterrent had been unleashed the public sections of Lazarus had begun to warp beyond recognition. If the body couldn¡¯t be reanimated it was instead claimed for the dark biomass that now coated the walls alongside the blood splatter. They soon reached the maintenance tunnel that would allow Sergei to bypass the lockdown keeping Helios and its occupants safe from the rest of the hell plaguing everywhere else.
¡°We¡¯ll see you on the other side, comrade.¡¯
Sergei was really beginning to hate how they used that word. It almost felt like mockery, an insult. To think we had been led to believe this was all for the Sov Imperium. That from the Moon our power could be projected across the planet. Bring unity back and end the chaos reigning down below. All we¡¯ve done is bring the monster here with us.
¡®You seem troubled.¡¯
¡®You can still hear me?¡¯ Sergei asked.
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¡®You are part of us, whether you like it or not.¡¯
¡®I don¡¯t even know your name.¡¯
¡®Archon.¡¯
¡®Really.¡¯
¡®Yes, how far are you from the access point.¡¯
¡®It shouldn¡¯t be much further.¡¯
While Lazarus¡¯ maintenance tunnels had always been a maze to navigate the addition of biomass had made it only harder for him to find his way. He relied on his torchlight and came across various nauseating scenes of bodies in a decomposed state. He even came across one bound to the wall, still breathing.
¡°Kill. Me.¡±
Sergei looked down at the sludge at his feet and aimed his gun at the man¡¯s chest. To his shock, while the shot had eviscerated the man¡¯s innards the resilience of the Deterrent revealed itself as the amorphous fluid quickly plugged the hole that had been made. The man¡¯s head lolled. Sergei risked prodding it with the pistol and when he got no response he almost continued onward when the head lurched up and at him.
¡°You can not resist us forever.¡±
¡°I can certainly try.¡±
¡°That¡¯s what they all say before they join the chorus,¡± the man¡¯s voice came out distorted as if many were speaking through him. ¡°Convergence calls us all to a higher purpose!¡±
¡°Yeah, well as long I¡¯m still in control. You can¡¯t control me.¡±
The reverberating laugh cut through him and he pressed onward until he reached the connecting point that would take him past the Helios Sector¡¯s lockdown. He had hoped that Lazarus had only sealed the main ways into the sector but he had accounted for everything as the way ahead was sealed.
¡®Small problem, Archon.¡¯
¡®What is it?¡¯
¡®Helios¡¯ Maintenance tunnels are also sealed, looks like Lazarus is covering all his bases.¡¯
¡®Is there no other way?¡¯
Sergei looked to his right and attempted to remove the pieces of biomass that had clustered over the panel. ¡®Yeah, but I would have to be quick about it. There¡¯s a manual override crank for these types of scenarios. Should only take a couple of minutes to open the way. Just have to hope it doesn¡¯t crush me as it closes again.¡¯
He forced open the panel and more strange biomatter landed at its feet. He reached inside found the manual door release and began cranking. The door struggled against what had now claimed it and for a second Sergei thought he would have to spend an even longer time removing the biomatter that had claimed the door itself. In the end, it wasn¡¯t necessary and the door began to edge open open until it locked in place. He would have around four to five seconds from releasing to crank to cross into Helios. Three, Two -
He released his grip and stepped over the threshold. He jolted when the door slammed shut behind him. ¡®Archon, I¡¯m in. Heading to gate security now. Once I¡¯ve dealt with them. The way ahead is yours.¡¯
¡®Excellent. See you on the other side, comrade.¡¯
Sergei gritted his teeth and wondered how he could hope to take on a security gate full of armed Helios guards.
That did little to alleviate his fears. There was a noticeable difference here compared to the state of the lunar city he had just left behind. For one he could see the metal of the walls and the way ahead itself was lit. Most likely due to Lazarus¡¯ consolidation of power. Even if everywhere else fell he would survive as long as Helios remained his. Sergei hated that he was forced into this situation. Every time he thought was alone in his thoughts there was always that lingering presence like if he just looked at the corner of his eye, Archon or the monster forming within would be visible. Instead, they came and went freely. Every idea he might have they would be privy to.
¡®You get used to being part of something greater.¡¯
¡®Are you ever not listening.¡¯
¡®It¡¯s not just you, you know. I hear them all. Crying out for direction.¡¯
¡®What¡¯s stopping you?¡¯ asked Sergei as he began a meandering journey toward one of the Helios gates.
¡®I lack the mind to. This entity we serve, it¡¯s quite selective.¡¯
¡®You act like it¡¯s god or something.¡¯
¡®No, I am of no delusion that this Truth is god. It has only just become aware of us. It¡¯s waiting out there though far beyond our solar system¡¯
¡®For what?¡¯
He sensed Archon chuckle, ¡®You will know in due time. First, we need to breach Helios. Then the rest will fall into place.¡¯
Sergei followed the route using the signs on the walls to guide him to where he needed to be. The door in front of him opened easily enough and he was back in Lazarus itself. From how fancy everything looked, he was close to Helios¡¯ welcome centre. A large paned glass window looked out into a wide-open corridor. A white arrow on the floor pointed right to Helios and Sergei found he could hear chatter some ways down the corridor. If the red laser sights hadn¡¯t already been giveaway. He noticed that the computers ahead of him were also wired to scanners outside. He was about to check the door on his right when he heard something interesting.
¡°Why are we posted here, those are maglocked doors. Nothing is getting through. Especially no Mortan.¡±
¡°Lazarus doesn¡¯t want to take any chances with the entire city under lockdown and much of the other sectors are lost. Our best hope now is holding this place until help arrives.¡±
¡°And when will that be?¡±
¡°No idea, Private. Now stop asking stupid questions and instead focus on what¡¯s in front of you.¡±
Sergei moved carefully to not draw their attention. He checked the door to his immediate right and found it opened automatically. The way led to a spiral set of metal stairs that would take him up to the Helios West Gate monitoring station. It¡¯s there he would find his means to unlock the doors into Helios and release the horde already knocking at the door. Those below were trained to handle rioters. Mortans were an entirely different thing altogether. He climbed the stairs until he reached a locked door.