The Spartan Chronicles

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PLANET NET NEWS (PNN)
brought to you by years of Spartan occupation and hundreds of Spartan atrocities

"Citizens of Chiron, I am Ilya Koptev spokesperson for the University of Planet in exile. Yesterday members of the URF shut down the Network Node at Jannisary Rock. They take full responsibility for this action. They have the ability to shutdown every Network Node on Chiron, and they will begin this process starting with Spartan Federation Network Nodes unless our demands are met. We do not wish for this to happen, and any government that renounces the Spartan Federation and provides aid to our cause will not be a target of the URF's attacks."

The spokes-person was an old man who had a regal look about him. Before the Spartan-University war Ilya had been on Zakharov's Advisory committee. Although a scientist at heart he quickly warmed to the science of politics after the University arrived on Chiron. He had been one of Zakharov's most trusted political advisors and he was the only member of the Advisory Committee to escape from the Spartan. Presumed dead, his re-emergence on the political scene had ushered in the creation of the University of Planet in exile. Shortly thereafter various pro-University terrorist organization started attacking the Spartan Federation.

"Here is a list of our demands." He spoke with a soft voice, yet if you looked in his eyes you could see the strength of character he possessed. He had been a lifelong friend of Zakharov and was completely loyal to him.

1. We want the Spartan Federation to remove it's forces from all territory originally claimed by the University of Planet. This includes turning all captured University bases over to UoP authorities.

2. We want an accounting of all University Prisoners of War. The Spartan Federation is currently in violation of the U.N. Charter in reguards to providing a comprehensive list of the wherabout and conditions of all POWs in it's custody. If the Spartan Federation executed any of these prisoners we demand for the U.N. Warcrimes Tribunal to start a warcrimes investigation of this matter.

3. We want to know the whereabouts of Academician Prokhor Zakharov. He has been missing since the Spartan Federation occupied University Base. We want to know the where he is and what condition he is in. We want a full accounting of his imprisonment. If he is still alive we demand his release. If however, he has been executed we demand for the U.N. Warcrimes Tribunal to start a warcrimes investigation of this matter.

4. We demand that the Spartan Federation pay the Univerity of Planet repreations for the damage caused by their forces during the Spartan war of aggression against the University of Planet. Also we demand that the Spartan Federation pay repreations to the University of Planet for damages caused during the years of their occupation. The exact amount of these repreations will be decided upon later in negociations.

5. We demand that the Spartan Federation release the names of all University dissedents arrested by the Spartan Internal Security forces. We also demand to know the conditions they endured while imprisoned. If these dissadents were executed we demand for the U.N. Warcrimes Tribunal to start a warcrimes investigation of this matter.

6. We demand an official public appology from Colonel Santiago on behalf of the Spartan Federation to the University of Planet.

7. We...

transmission terminated

"Damn Kurt! How long do you think that was running?" Martin Agular frantically asked his co-worker.

"I dunno Marty. Not long. God I hope it wasn't long. We just went out for coffee and it was on when we came back. It hasn't been long." He was in a state of panic. His supervisor wouldn't take a breech of security like this lightly. Heads were going to roll.

"I got the backup feed running. There will be complaints I know there will. I swear I didn't do anything wrong." Martin's palms were sweaty, and his mouth was dry.

"Marty look at this. What in the hell is this third commercial doing in the system, and what is that k.1.3.9 crap at the end of it? Commercials never have letters in their ID."

"I dunno Kurt. But I bet you that's what caused this. It wasn't in the system earlier."

"I know it wasn't."

They both looked at each other, working for MorganNews was a good job, but having something akin to a international incident happen on your shift would most likely destroy their careers. They both knew they were finished at MorganNews. An even worse thought crossed Kurt's mind. They could be charged for criminal neglect because of this. Why did it have to happen on their shift! Thankfully the backup feed was working properly. It hadn't been on for too long...


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"Kurt, the screen went dead! Are we still transmitting?" His heart felt like it was going to explode.

"No we lost the signal! We're off the air. I'm checking..." Kurt was trying to stay calm, but it wasn't working. "Damnit! We're so screwed! We are sooo screwed!"

"What's wrong? Please tell me something is still transmitting. Kurt did we only lose one signal? Something is still transmitting right? Right?!" Except instead of reassuing Marty that something was still transmitting Kurt just stood there, his hands on his head.

"We're screwed..." The entire MorganNews Network had crashed

BEEP BEEP

"You going to get that?" They looked at each other again, but neither one of them moved to answer.
[This message has been edited by korn469 (edited July 25, 1999).]

[Hydro]

Outside Assassin's Redoubt, Spartan Territory

Assassin's Redoubt's Military Governor Helen Tobias led her two aids, Coronal Hessain Massane and Senior Scientist Andre Zahrenov, as they walked through a wooded area northwest of Assassin's Redoubt. General Tobias was on an inspection tour - she was a firm believer in hand-on management. To do less would be a dereliction of duty. Her aids walked approximately a meter in back of her, one on each side. For the moment they walked in silence.

The forests surrounding Assassin's Redoubt were, undoubtedly, its greatest resource and were the reason that the small continent was called the Emerald Isle. During initial exploration of the continent, the Spartan X-force had found that a Unity pod had started planting trees shortly after landing, and the forest had been healthy and expanding at the time of its discovery. After over a hundred years almost the entire southern half of the continent was covered by beautiful forest ecosystems of all descriptions: hardwood maples, oaks and elms in temperate seasonal areas; coniferous pines and ponderosa in moist to dry higher elevations; acacias and grasses in arid and dry locales; scrub forest chaparral in lower dry elevations; occasional fruit trees planted in groves ready for colonists; and even spruce and cedar temperate rain forests along the southwestern coast. These temperate rain forests contained the greatest prize - redwoods! By some fluke the redwoods are superbly adapted to the Chiron environment, with a growth rate easily four times the bioengineered norm. Few could venture within these great forests without feeling their pull and remembering all that was lost on far away Earth.

Governor Tobias inspection was not in the treasured redwoods groves today. That tour had occurred seven years ago after she had been assigned to Assassin's Redoubt to restore order after an unpleasant period of instability. Her methods were harsh, but fair. In addition to order, Tobias believed that Spartan citizens were her greatest asset and had to be managed accordingly. Some had to be culled. The rest were given the tools for personal growth and facilities to ensure the minimum of contentment, since their increased skills led to greater productivity. The citizenry respected and admired General Tobias, most of them, anyway.

The latest improvement was Helen's grandest project: a tree farm. If her scientific advisors were correct, and they had better be, the improvement in food production would be significant and would help bring up growth and contentment, which was lagging due to lack of foodstuffs. Earlier this year her advisors had stated that it would take up to 10 years to finish the project. Recent developments suggested this had changed, and this was the reason for the inspection.

Governor Tobias held up her hand to stop the procession and strode over to the hillside outlook that viewed Assassin's Redoubt and its warrens, its few farms, and the trees covering the landscape. There were plumes of smoke or dust coming from areas all around the city. Personal and cargo transports could be seen flying frantically back and forth from the city and forest to an area to the north toward the Great Fungal Wall. The impression was of frantic haste.

"This is a superb view of Assassin's Redoubt, Dr. Zahrenov, but I trust you have some other reason for this inspection that you requested?" Helen said as she turned toward her aids. Although there was a stiff breeze blowing, not a single hair was out of place from her military-reg bun at the back of her head and here clothes were undisturbed. Her graying black hair contrasted sharply with her military uniform. Her sharp features made her look something like Coronal Corazon Santiago. Helen certainly had her bearing. She gave an imperious stare to each minister, in turn, to prompt and answer.

"Well, as a matter of fact there is, Helen," Andre stated with a grin. Of all the Governor's aids he was the most informal, to the point of insubordination. He had been a senior scientist with the University of Planet faction before the Spartans had assimilated it, and the University's idea of protocol was significantly different from Spartan views. Like most true scientists, he did not particularly care about politics and was happy to continue his scientific pursuits, even if it was under new management.

"The first is over to your left. I'm sure you didn't notice it," Andre prompted with a little proud excitement in his voice. All three scanned the area to their left. The Coronal and Governor saw nothing. "We have integrated our forest monitoring sensors and harvesters with the forest. Each is disguised or integrated with a tree. Impressive, no?" Both Helen and Hessain gave Andre an irritated stare. They obviously were not impressed. "Hmph, well the aesthetics of the wooded areas won't be disturbed this way, and they will allow for better management of the resources and minimize destruction during harvesting and optimize growth," Andre continued.

'Why don't they appreciate the elegance of the sensor and their efficiency? Our data collection will be increased several orders of magnitude. These sensors are allowing this extraordinary inspection,' Andre thought to himself. 'I am wasting my breath on these thickheaded military types. Better move on.'

"Secondly," Andre continued, "I believe that if you look up and north you will see it coming over the horizon," Zahrenov continued. As they looked north a low roar was audible and a dark point did appear on the horizon. It grew rapidly, and it was clear it was enormous. Andre was obviously very happy. Even the normally dour and taciturn Coronal Hessain Massane stepped forward in anticipation.

Slung below the cargo air transport was a great cylindrical object. At 500 meters it became clear it was the fusion power supply discovered in the Unity pod located in the Great Fungal Wall by one of the rovers in 2nd Armor 'Rolling Thunder'.

"Helen, the energy from the temporary Unity power supply discovered in the pod, intended for the first colonists, will provide a huge boost to Assassin's Redoubt's efforts to finish the tree farm. No more debilitating energy conservation measures that slow our progress! It will only last a year or so, but that is of no matter. Assuming, of course, you continue to approve of the project," Andre added hastily. Helen nodded. "Moreover, the unique Earth-origin high tech machine tools and software discovered in the pod will to be sold to the Morgan trading group MicroTrade based out of Morgan Industries for a nice sum. The remaining components of the tree farm can be purchased with these credits from a very helpful source that, coincidentally, is also from MicroTrade. I hope the Hive doesn't find out!" Andre chuckled gleefully. "This windfall should allow the tree farm to be finished by the end of the year!"

The air cargo transport passed directly overhead and the wash from the fusion air transport blew a huge gust of wind toward the trio, throwing dust and vegetation debris all around. The temporary maelstrom did not affect Helen, Andre, and Hessain.

Hessain added, "We received a communiqué from Sparta Command that ordered that all new projects are to be focused on war material. I suggest a fusion air penetrator be started. " Hessain stood stiffly at attention with his hand at his sides.

"Thank you, Coronal. I will take that under advisement. Dr. Zahrenov, I have seen enough and am confident you have things well in hand. However, due to the imminent attack by Hive forces I suggest we reconvene in the War Room," the Governor stated. Each simultaneously reached up to their temples.

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Back in the War Room, Helen, Andre, and Hessain removed their VR goggles and gloves. An attendant appeared to take the goggles and gloves, and walked to a door to the right and exited.

"Dr. Zahrenov, you are dismissed. Coronal, assemble the senior staff," the Governor ordered, as she walked over to the holo table.

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In addition to Governor Tobias and Hessain Massane, two other figures were arrayed around a holo projection of Assassin's Redoubt and the surrounding territory. Assassin's Redoubt was at the southern portion of Emerald Isle, and a little inland from the coast. Surrounding the city were forests and a couple farms, and a military sensor to the north by the fungus and south in the forest. A road led south to the sea and north to the Great Fungal Wall. The Great Fungal Wall extended across the middle of the small continent north of the Assassin's Redoubt and the forests. Several new features pulsed gently, and included a north-south oriented road through the Great Fungal Wall and a blue icon north of the Great Fungal Wall indicating the Hive colony, Plex Anthill.

Brilliant light from no observable source emanated from the holotable. Other areas of the war room were dark, and the far walls couldn't be seen. The effect was that the holotable seemed to be the center of the universe, being presided over by the Gods of War.

"Hessain, present your update," Helen ordered crisply.

"For the last year or two there have been suspicions of Hive activity on the other side of the Great Fungal Wall. This great feature north of Assassin's Redoubt was largely unexplored and thought to be impenetrable. Due to increasing concerns a contingent of the Spartan 1st Expeditionary Force was dispatched, as were elements of the 2nd Armor 'Rolling Thunder'. They completed the exploration of west and center of The Great Fungal Wall and found no Hive forces or bases. Due to the pressing nature of the threat, 469 Airborne was pressed into service to complete the survey of the eastern portion of the fungus. They air dropped in. What they found was both unexpected and threatening.

"Unknown to us, the Hive has completed a road through the eastern side of the fungus. Moreover, the 469th reported that a contingent of Hive infantry was advancing toward Assassin's Redoubt on this road, and that a strong Hive rover force was entering the fungus, perhaps for a flanking maneuver. The 469th could not catch up and engage the Hive forces since they were already behind the lines in Hive territory. In true Spartan tradition, they advanced, discovered at least one Hive base, and are currently fully engaged with Hive forces," Coronal Massane stated with obvious pride and envy in his voice.

Hessain turned toward the holomap. "The Hive infantry entered the range of our northern sensor as of 2 hours ago. " On the map, a blue infantry symbol appeared on a road north of Assassin's Redoubt at the southern edge of the Great Fungal Wall. "The infantry group consists of 4 infantry units, one of which has anti-aircraft ability. All are missile fission technology. These units appear to be heading for the sensor with the intent to destroy it.

"Our information on the Hive rover group in the fungus is much more sketchy. The 469th estimated there were at least 3 rover units and that they had left the newly-constructed road and entered the fungus near the southern edge of the Great Fungal Wall," Hessain continued. Blue rover symbols appeared on the map.

"The city defensive garrison was upgraded to a fusion plasma armor garrison two years ago. We do not have a perimeter defense. Based on the forces approaching, it is improbable that the plasma garrison can withstand the assault, even with the advantage of our unit's heightened durability due to fusion verses fission technology.

"We have ordered available elements of the 2nd Armor to come to our defense. Communication with Captain Kosarau of 'Rolling Thunder' indicates that 3 chaos fusion rovers will come to our aid. The other three in his command will be sent to destroy the Hive rovers that are on an apparent flanking maneuver. Other forces at our disposal are the 2 obsolete Rolling Thunder ground support fission needlejets, one of which sustained over 50% damage while attacking a worm engaged with the Rolling Thunder rover during exploration of the Unity pod," Hessain finished. On the map, two grey Spartan rover symbols appeared on the map, one heading for the new road in the Great Fungal Wall, and the other heading toward Assassin's Redoubt. Elements of the 469th appeared north of the Great Fungal Wall in and around the Hive colony Plex Anthill.

Helen examined the map and noticed the distance between the rovers and the advancing Hive infantry. "Will the three rovers be able to make to make it to Assassin's Redoubt in time to divert the Hive attack?" Military Governor Tobias inquired.

"Based on available information and travel times, they will not arrive in time to assist in our defense," Coronal Hessain Massane stated stiffly.

"I see. Then we only have one solution. Scramble the undamaged old needlejet to pin the infantry. Instruct them that the Hive infantry have anti-aircraft capability, and they are not to attack. No heroics here, since an attack would be suicidal. Their mission is to pin and harass them until the Rolling Thunder detachment arrives. If we need to, scramble the damaged needlejet. Those infantry Must Not Get Through," Helen emphasized.

"Are there any other comments," Helen solicited.

Silence.

"Very well. Dismissed," Helen finished.

[This message has been edited by Hydro (edited July 25, 1999).]

[Kuruk]

Certain people just looked like what they were. The man lurking in the shadows of Admiralty Base's warehouse district was one of them. Every minute detail, from the perpetual stubble on his angular chin, to the texture of his long black coat, to the shine on his silksteel boots. Smuggler! They shouted to anyone there to listen.
Not that Weaver worried he would be spotted. The big man thought of Admiralty Base as his home office. The right people had been paid, from members of the governor's staff down to the two drones standing watch at the intersection fifty meters away. Everyone had a need. For some it was as simple as a few energy credits. For others it was the latest military prototype or exotic drugs. Everyone had their price. Find out what it was, and anyone could be bought.
Should have been a Morganite, the man thought. Not that he didn't feel like a Spartan at heart. But he could not help feeling a little bitter toward the Federation. Twenty years of service, most of that spent on the front lines fighting the University, and all the Federation had given him was an honorable discharge, a set of robotic limbs, and a job on a former crew.
Well, that really wasn't all, the man corrected himself. The war with the University had given him opportunities as well. He had come home from the front with five hundred milligrams of Neuronex hidden in his gear bag. Neuronex was one of the more exotic drugs available, and had long been outlawed in the Spartan Federation, along with the less exciting, and more benign, recreationals from Morgan Metagenics. Weaver had never experimented with chemicals himself. He was surprised when his supply of Neuronex had brought him ten times what he had earned during the war, in under a week. That money had been enough to purchase a small foilcraft, and had sent Weaver down the road to a new career.
Drugs still provided a significant percentage of his income, but Weaver had also brached out into more profitable ventures. Military hardware was big business. Many commanders were not content with what the Federation provided them, and wanted to give their troops an edge in combat. That was the case with tonight's customer. The black market for hardware was not unusual.
This particular piece of hardware was. The smuggler pulled the ten milliliter tube out of his coat and examined it. The nanorobots inside had been one of the University's best kept secrets. The technology had been developed toward the end of the war, and had come too late to help Zakharov's faction. It still pumped out of underground labs and back alley factories in the former University bases though. As far as Weaver knew, he was the only supplier. He had only told a few select and trusted clients of it's existence.
It was no wonder the military commanders loved the stuff though. The minute robots could change the structure of chemical compounds, both organic and metallic, atom by atom. It could be used to make field repairs, to synthesize ammo, to sabotage enemy equipment, or for a host of other applications.
Weaver heard one of the drones at the intersection give a whistle, and saw a dark haired woman striding down the street. He stepped out from the shadows.
"Do you have it?" asked the woman.
"Of course," the smuggler replied, placing the canister in the woman's hungry hands. "I'll expect the second half of my fee to be transferred by tomorrow."
But the woman was already gone, marching quickly down the streets of Admiralty Base.

[Tokek Belerang]

"Why, master Jacobus, you look all different."

The man thus addressed looked up in surprise. Snake-like green eyes flashed at him from across the rickety cafe table. He had been sitting alone, drinking a mug of the local brew, and not minding anyone's business but his own. His roll-necked jersey suggested he was a sailor, likely as not from one of the weed trailers that worked the straits between Parade Ground and the Bunker.

"I could say the same for you, madam." he replied.

"You could, and you would be right. All right if I sit down now?"

"Please, be my guest."

"Thanks. These heels are killing me."

The man grinned.

"That must have been a while." he commented.

"You're not wrong. I'll have what he's having, please."

The bartender had been little more than a deepening of the shadows that pretty well nearly made up the place they were in. A grunt of comprehension - if there is such a thing - represented confirmation of the order, and the shadow lifted slightly as the bartender went back behind his bar.

"It had to be this place, hadn't it?" the green-eyed woman commented.

"Tell me we're not perfect for it." he said.

"The way we look now, yeah, absolutely."

"So? Here comes your beer."

"Thank you." the woman said, and the shadow lingered fleetingly before withdrawing once more.

"You look wonderful." he said, and laughed.

"Shut up, you pirate. I look like a tramp and you know it."

"But you aren't. And I am very happy to see you."

Apart from the green eyes, she had jet-black hair, which he knew to be a paint job, hanging down her neck in a thick, short braid. High cheekbones, a wide mouth, fair teeth, a slender neck. She wore a mockery of a soldier's jumpsuit, much too tight and/or open in the sensitive places. His eyes wandered over the sensitive places for a prolonged bit, and he felt a familiar, pleasant stirring.

"I'm up here." she said.

"That's a matter of how you look at it."

"How you look at them, you mean."

"Touché."

She sighed.

"Is this really happening?" she asked.

"Yes, it is. A little earlier than we had imagined, but it is all happening now. Tonight, we break away."

His eyes met hers, and their gazes locked.

"You look ridiculous as a sailor." she said.

"Ridiculously suave. I know."

She looked at him.

"You're better without the wrinkles. I'd never have thought."

"No? Why?"

He tossed some credits on the table, bar chits you could buy in each joint in the Bunker.

"I don't know. The longevity thing and all, I'd just have thought you wouldn't be you anymore. Where are we going?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

They stepped outside, and the smell of the ocean wafted into their noses. Even though pacified under a tide grid, the smell was still there, the brutal, definitive odor of the sea. The woman pulled her robe tight under her neck, and squeezed her eyes.

"I wouldn't? Try me."

The man began walking.

"What?" she asked, "The fungal wall? Pholus Ridge? Bloody Pholus itself? Deianira? What?"

"Wrong." he laughed.

"You love this, don't you?"

"Yes. And so will you."

A tubelift took them up two levels, and they exited on a walkway above the harbor.

"We're not going anywhere, are we? Not out of here, I mean." she asked.

He smiled.

"Right."

He put an arm around her shoulder, gently eased her around to the building behind them, and pointed at a bright golden sign with flowing red lettering.

"Oh no." she said.

"Sir, Madam? Welcome to the Heartbreak Hotel. We have your suite ready for you."

They followed the suited man inside, she punching his side and giggling, he trying to lift her off her feet.

"The Champagne you ordered is waiting, sir." the suited man said, and palmed his tip with a tiny smile.

The lift went up, and the suited man went back to his desk and his book.

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Numquam turbae misceri

[Hydro]

MicroTrade Incorporated Megaplex, Morgan Industries, Capital of Morgan-held Territory

'What a coup!' the stocky CEO of MicroTrade thought as he purposefully strode down the marble halls of his executive suite. His patent leather shoes clicked on the polished green and grey Chiron marble and the sound echoed up the three-storied hall. He was the only person in this huge veritable palace at the MicroTrade Megaplex. His three-layer silk suit shimmered in the diffuse light, giving off an iridescent emerald and indigo as he walked down the hallway. As he approached a great beaten bronze portal, the twin doors opened to reveal his inner sanctum.

A gradual smile started to form at his lips; it was a mouth that was used to smiling. His stark white teeth were a striking contrast to his ebony skin. The CEO walked over the holowindows surrounding his office suit. Real windows were far too vulnerable to 'accidents,' and had long ago been abandoned and replaced by real-time holo emitters. The true advantage was that an inside wall could have an outside view - nothing but the best. His office was actually in an armored core at the center of the Megaplex, the location of which was a secret the CEO would, and had, mindwiped to protect.

This view always enlivened his soul - a panorama of the sprawling metropolis of Morgan Industries, with all its glaring lights and towers reaching toward the sky. More towers were going up every day. More production. More commerce. More energy!

But today was a special day. The deal had been signed. There was no backing out now. Oh, the profit!

The CEO reflected aloud, "I knew those old University contacts would be advantageous, never abandon a contact. All the directors were derisive, 'The University of Planet is a dead faction, don't waste your time!' However, I have found that some informants do not have to be paid, the best ones never are. Just make them think you are a friend, and be solicitous of their well being. A little listening can be profitable, even after 20 years."

The CEO's smile widened. "Just think, I provide, at 'great cost', some obsolete agricultural sensors to the Spartans at Assassin's Redoubt for their tree farm, and they give me a prize beyond price: Earth-derived machine tools, the likes of which we on Chiron could not hope to fabricate. The choreography of the deal was exquisite. I hesitated, claiming it would be difficult. And they throw in some Earth schematics and programs that would take years to reverse engineer! For free!"

He turned from the holowindow and strolled toward his wetbar, which took up a 5 by 30 meter expanse of a freestanding wall. Pausing, he decanted some volatile Chironbrandy into some dry ice, which gave a satisfying sizzle. The trick is to find the exact point after the dry ice had vaporized to release the proper flavor in the Chironbrandy.

"Here is to you, Professor Andre Zahrenov! May gentlemen of your fine, but naïve, academic excellence continue forever!" he toasted as he held the glass in the air in front of him. He sipped. Perfect! He felt a warm glow spread through his body, as well as a sense of omnipotence and euphoria.

"I can not wait to tell Father!" Nwabudike Morgan, Jr. exclaimed.

[Veracitas]

Chapter the Third

The dark hallway seemed to extend forever, beyond Catherine's line of vision. The walls were of a smooth, black stone that she could not identify, and, at definite intervals, there were a series of stone doors. The air was cold and still, and the labyrinth was lit with a luminescence that seemed to extend from all around her. Whence they came, her eyes could not perceive. It was as if the air itself was alive, glowing ubiquitously in molecular self-awareness.

Catherine was afraid. Her mind conjured all the horrors of her childhood fancy, lurking just beyond her vision--and her consciousness. She lay on the floor, shivering. Instinctively, she curled up in a fetal position, as if longing for the protectiveness of the womb. Around her, she could hear ghostly whispers, talking secretively. Are they talking about me? There must have been hundreds--or even thousands--of voices talking simultaneously, and she could not make anything out--or anyone. She was lost in this cold dungeon, haunted by the eerie sounds of the labyrinth.

She felt an unearthly present there, with her. She could feel its cold glare as it stared out her from the darkness, but every which way that she looked, she could find nothing. Perhaps the shroud of darkness hid her watcher, but it was unmistakably there. She could feel it, sense it with her mind. It would surprise many people how much her mind knew about such matters.

Catherine wanted to cry. Never before had she felt so weak or alone. She wanted to run and hide in that beautiful warmth that protection afforded the soul. She felt a pain in her being--the pain of loneliness that had haunted her all throughout her life. The colloquial sounds of the voices grew more menacing. A tremor rippled through her body.

The voices grew steadily louder. The soft hum had grown into an unmistakable buzz. Catherine had become terrified. No longer was she alone. Nay, the abominations of the labyrinth were invading her mind and destroying that edifice of reason that kept her mind sane. The pain intensified.

Catherine gripped the sides of the wall with her fingers like a cat on the walls of her confines, ready to tear herself loose. She hugged the wall as if it would offer her protection from the madness that was engulfing her. Her face contorted as if she would cry out, but her voice was choked with fear. Her mind screamed.

Abruptly, the voices halted their independent meandring and focalised at one point: welcome earthcatherine. She gasped as a strong hand suddenly grasped her shoulders from behind. She was forcibly lifted up and turned around, and Catherine found herself staring into dark, penetrating eyes. She was frozen in absolute terror by that blood-red stare. She could not move, and she could not bring her eyes away from that gaze.

She was brutally thrown on the ground, and the voices laughed--a dry, sinister laugh. The figure stood tall before her, clad in a dark Greatcloak. He (Catherine was certain that it was a he) towered over Catherine's trembling body. welcome earthcatherine. welcome to Hell

Catherine awoke.

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The light of morrow from Alpha Centauri's primary star flowed in from the windows onto Catherine's bed. Beads of sweat were streaming from her face, and her nightgown clung closely to her body. She lay there for a few moments, too afraid to move. Then, she slowly arose from her bed and opened the windows. She breathed in the full richness of the morning air.

Alpha Centauri's primary star loomed in the far horizon, preparing to rise. It showered the planet's landscape with rich hues of red and yellow. The xenofungus glowed with an unsurpassed luminescence and beauty. Even mind worms could look pretty in those colours. While such grandeur was displayed before Catherine, her mind kept lingering on what she had just gone through.

It was only a dream. Nay, a nightmare. But it was so real, so painful.

She tried to enter meditation, like her father had taught her, hoping to sort out the events and soothe her troubled soul. It is no use. My mind is too cluttered. I don't have the discipline of my father.

Unlike most children, Catherine Atreus had lived the fifteen years of her life with her father in his Keep, Thera, not in some arbitrary children's creche. She was proud of her father for pressing the Council to allow him to raise his own child. It was only because he was a man of such political stature that he was granted such a favour. And though she enjoyed the exclusive tutors and privileges that could be afforded her, she had spent most of her life in solitude. She was surrounded by those older than her, and it was rare that she ever had contact with those her age.

She thought she enjoyed her solitary life, always reminding herself that it made her stronger. But sometimes, she would lapse into fits of depression, longing for the otherwise. Her father tried the best he could to be an adequate companion--often taking her through extensive training exercises to hone her mental skills--but the pressures of a Lord and a Field Marshall kept him busy much of the time.

He promised that we would spend more time together, since his retirement, but that recall changed everything.

The dream returned to her attention. Something seemed amiss to her. She had a lingering sense of déja-vu. Where have I seen that figure? She thought for a moment, and then the answer struck her like a sharp arrow: Mother!

Catherine recalled that day, when her mother had ventured into the xenofungus. She was only four, but the events of that day were forever ingrained into her memory. She recalled an alluring something drawing them into the fungus that had piqued her mother's curiousity. Her mother, being the adventurous woman that she was, had entered the luminescent mileu in search of that something.

It had been a gloriously beautiful day. Catherine's mother had taken her out beyond the gloomy reaches of the urban wastelands and into fields untouched by the vicious hands of human greed. The twinkling of the forest lined the expansive pastures of pure green, touched by the tinge of budding flowers here and there. A small stream flowed along the tree line, and the fresh mountain air was marked by the exuberance of the life that surrounded them.

Catherine had run through those pastures, following her mother's zig-zag trail. She often watched with fascination as her mother's dark, flowing hair rippled through the wind. Her mother's features were sharp but her warm smile would always soften them. Her eyes were dark and often gloomy, telling of much suffering in her past. She was of Mongolian descent, from a place on old Terra that was historically known for great surges of raw power. Her past had always been somewhat murky. Catherine knew now that her mother had been a former Hive operative but had been dissatisfied with the existing règime. She had led an independent revolt that was brutally crushed. Faced with imminent interrogation by the Ashaandi's Circle, she fled to the Spartan Federation, determined to topple "that corrupt règime."

When she had married Lord Vladimir of House Atreus, she had adopted the name Natasha. Thus, she became Lady Natasha Atreus. She had no former life or name. She had provided the Spartan Federation with vital information during the First Spartan-Hive War, but they did not trust her to the extent as to allow her to enlist in the Spartan military. Thus, she turned her focus inward, and concentrated on issues pertaining to the family Atreus. With her help, the name "Atreus" became widely known and respected. Her first child, Catherine, had given her the chance to explore the great potentials of an idea that she had long been contemplating--development of psionic abilities at an early age.

Both Lord and Lady Atreus had exhibited some of the greatest latent psionic power that Spartan scientists had ever seen. It was quite clear that Lady Natasha Atreus had more potential power, but, Hive creche masters had failed to single the talent out. Thus, though her raw powers remained strong, her abilities remained unrefined. Lord Vladimir Atreus, on the other hand, had received extensive mental training as a child as well as having an excellent latent ability. Thus, it was no wonder that Spartan scientists took great interest into what offspring would come of the two.

This interest crystallised into the baby Catherine. Upon her birth, there followed a heated legal debate. The scientists demanded that Catherine be handed over to the Sparta Command children's creche, where she could receive full mental training. Lord and Lady Atreus had demanded that they take responsibility for their child, and they also suggested that they would be the most qualified teachers, being Empaths themselves. The heavy weight that the word of Atreus carried finally forced the court to decide in their favour. Catherine grew up in Thera, but her parents were determined to develop all of her potential abilities to their maximum.

And thus, Natasha would often take her daughter to these green pastures to teach her. She wanted her to learn how to extend her mind to the teeming--and often confusing--jumble of life that perpetually surrounded her. She wanted her to feel Planet's soil for herself and breathe in the true essence of Chiron.

But, on that day, their training ground felt different, somehow. Xenofungal growth had been on the rise as of late, but that concerned neither Catherine nor her mother. A strange, alluring presence could be felt, drawing them in towards the glowing xenofungus. It was powerful and imposing. "Stay here," her mother had said as she entered the maze of the fungal bloom. Catherine had sat there for, perhaps, a minute or two when a terrifying scream rippled through her mind. Voices emerged from nowhere, speaking to her in haunting tones, but the most prominent of them was an unmistakable plea: Catherine! Run away from here! Run, Run!. Another tortured scream drowned out the voices.

Fear had gripped Catherine. Tears had filled her eyes as she ran blindly away from the terrifying screams. Suddenly, she had bumped into something. As she wiped the tears away from her eyes and looked up, she saw the imposing figure--the dark Greatcloak, the blood-red eyes, that viciously sinister laugh...

---

Alpha Centauri's primary star was now well over the horizon, casting a bright glow on the gardens of Thera. Catherine closed the window and layed herself down on the bed. There were tears in her eyes.

[Velociryx]

"Sir, they’re breaking off!" Banks’ voice was weak and static laden, but he heard that well enough, and he sighed with relief. "Looks like elements of Rolling Thunder just popped up on the ridgeline. Friendlies are in the area!"

He smiled a genuine smile. It was going to be okay.

Then things got worse.

"Uh....sir....just got confirmation from Rolling Thunder Mobile HQ, unfriendlies in the Fungal Wall and headed your direction."

"Do they have a fix on how many?"

Banks was silent.

"Let’s have it Banks."

"A whole Division, Sir. Maybe more. Infantry, supported by a Rover Group."

A Division against the six companies he had deployed.

No hope.

Not even a faint prayer.

He closed his eyes for a moment and considered.

Well, by God, if he couldn’t beat them he could at least slow them down. Give the Spartan border bases time to prepare a defense.

"What is the status on base defense readiness along the border?"

The radio squawked and a burst of static spat out in response, and then Banks came through, even more weakly than before. And in the background, he could hear the faint sounds of artillery. "The bases are not ready for that kind of assault, and the rest of your forces are set to arrive for another six days."

Six days.

Against the force on its way through the fungus, he and his men would be lucky enough to last for six hours, much less six days, but he was a wily one, and it seemed a good death.

He nodded. "You tell the boys in Rolling Thunder our situation. Tell them we’ll delay the advance for as long as we can."

He was quiet for a long moment, and then he added. "And Banks, don’t even try to come back here. No need for us all to die."

He turned the radio off before she could respond, and went to gather his men.

[Hydro]

Great Fungal Wall near Assassin’s Redoubt, 2nd Armor ‘Rolling Thunder’, Command rover of ‘Lightning’ Brigade

*****

All four occupants of the command rover for ‘Lightning’ Brigade were strapped into their stations: Markus in pilot and Rao next to him in co-pilot, Mary in engineering/communications behind them, and Lou almost directly above them in the chaos turret. All wore pressure suits in case of a hull breach and eyecursor comm equipment. Mary was the sole member of the crew hooked into VR, since she was busy scouting ahead of them with the popup skyeye. Normally Rao would be in the C and C position next to Mary at engineering, but with Marciel injured and evaced to Assassin’s Redoubt they were undermanned. The bottom line is the rover couldn’t function adequately during combat without a co-pilot, and Rao had had to transfer the C and C functions to the copilot console. Their rover was at 80% of capacity, but they were only one of the rovers in their brigade. They would have to make due.

Even with inertial stabilizers and the five point harnesses it was a bruising ride. The rover brigades Lighting, Knife Strike, and Blue Death had been ordered to find and destroy the four Hive infantry brigades that were quickly advancing on Assassin’s Redoubt. All units were at almost 65% of maximum speed while tearing through the fungus of the Great Fungal Wall, and that was 15% over the theoretical maximum. So far none of the rovers had broken down, but systems on several rovers were past redline. There would be hell to pay in maintenance later, but orders were orders.

There was no time for diversions. Even at top speed it was clear the three rover brigades were not going to make it to Assassin’s Redoubt before the Hive infantry assault started. The unspoken truth was that the chances of the fusion plasmasteel garrison holding out were small. Being based out of Assassin’s Redoubt, most in the rover crewmembers knew and were friends with the members of the garrison. Some, like Markus, had family at Assassin’s Redoubt. Soldiers at least got an honorable death in battle. The horrors of war belong to civilians.

The mood was grim.

A red light indicating a vital incoming message from HQ flashed on Rao’s impromptu C and C console. Markus violently steered around a large patch of fungus and the rover tilted crazily to 45o. Rao waited for the rover to right itself and then voice activated the message.

* Urgent Communiqué to 2nd Armor brigade captains
* Date – M.Y. 2225 9.4:0840
* Ref ID – 29890-A-XXX
* Authorization – 2nd Armor Field Marshal Hui Wang
* R.E. – Tactical update and force deployment, 2nd Armor

* Item 1: Assassin’s Redoubt detachment Blue Death, Lightning, and Knife Strike brigades to engage and destroy four Hive infantry proximate to Assassin’s Redoubt. Sensor information indicates Hive forces are armed with fission missiles and plasmasteel armor. One of the four Hive brigades has antiaircraft ability. Hive forces successfully destroyed the northern sensor protecting Assassin’s Redoubt; the southern sensor is intact. Infantry are currently pinned by 2nd Armor air support. Hive units are reportedly digging in, resulting in the destruction of large expanses of forest, but are unable to advance. Use eyecursor <..here..> for additional information.

* Item 2: Great Fungal Wall rover detachment Rumble, Deth Shock, and Firestorm brigades are to engage Hive rovers reported in the Great Fungal Wall. No other information is available.

* Item 3: Reservists have been called up and 8 rover brigades activated or refitted from existing Unity and defensive rovers. These will form the new 2nd Armor group called ‘Lightning Strike’. These brigades are currently advancing south past the Southern Fungal Wall south of Fort Superiority to prevent elements from 47th Infantry from being encircled by Hive forces. Use eyecursor <..here..> for additional information.

Rao absorbed the update in less than 2 seconds, and then flashed the contents to Lou and Mary, and gave a short verbal update to Mark. It would be a bad idea to distract Markus under these driving conditions. Most rover brigade captains would not forward actual command communiqués to subordinates. Technically, it was a violation of protocol. In practice, as long as discretion was used the decision was not challenged.

“Well, that is the first good news we have had in some time,” Rao commented. The rover lurched violently, downward and then diagonally upward at least 5 meters, throwing the crew against his or her harnesses. Everyone winced in pain.

Mary was busy sending an excerpt to the other rovers in their brigade.

Over the comm came a message from Lou in the chaos turret, “All right! I getta shoot me some Hive!”


*****

“Sir, 2 rovers from our brigade report critical system failure: one had drive train collapse and the other had to eject their fusion drive. Both are inoperable. Current strength of our brigade is holding at 90%,” Mary updated Rao.

“Acknowledged,” was Rao’s only comment. “Estimated ETA?”

“Less than an hour,” Mary replied, somewhat distracted. She was absorbed in the data coming in from the skyeye.

*****

~~“Aardvark 1 leader to wing, infantry are trying to break off of the forest road into the forest. Intercept and strafe. Do not engage!” wing pilot Nans Andersen ordered. The order was not really necessary since his pilots knew their jobs and understood their orders. It was dangerous, however, not to reinforce their orders, since the needlejet wings Aardvark 1 and even the severely damaged Aardvark 2 had been rotating their sorties. Repetition breeds boredom, which leads to errors if the crew’s attention is not refocused.

~~ “Left wing, Hive infantry group Anthrax is moving east. Pin them. Right wing, infantry groups Cholera and Diphtheria seem to be moving west. Pin them. Bubonic seems to be keeping station. We have to keep these nasty little diseases together. A little Thunder should cure them!” Nans joked. Naming the Hive infantry after diseases had been his idea, and now even Assassin’s Redoubt Governor Tobias was using the terms. Nans felt absurdly pleased and made it a point to use the ‘honorific’ whenever he could. It seemed to be a morale booster. Dehumanizing the enemy always was.

The needlejets in the Aardvark 1 wing split off toward their targets. Simultaneously, the tattered and bruised needlejets from Aardvark 2 retired to Assassin’s Redoubt. A couple of the lightly or undamaged needlejets from Aardvark 2 did a couple of barrel rolls as they left. Most of the pilots from Aardvark 2 needed all their concentration just to keep their birds aloft. They would only get time to rearm, not repair.

The 2nd Armor air support needlejets buzzed around the Hive infantry like crazed hornets. Over and over again they emptied their missile racks at a safe distance, returned to base while the second wing left, then plastered the infantry again. The entire hillside north of Assassin’s Redoubt echoed with continuous missile explosions. The missiles did little or no damage, except, perhaps, to the infantry’s nerves. Occasionally the frustrated Hive infantry would open fire at the aircraft with small arms or even some of their own missiles, but the needlejets were out of range. So far the infantry hadn’t managed their breakout, but they kept trying. Every time the Hive started for an area the infernal needlejets would spray them with missiles. The only casualty was the forest, which was now a collection of craters and stumps.

~~ ”Third left wing Martinez reporting, I see ‘Rolling Thunder’ coming down the North Forest Road! At full speed and …” Maria started.

She couldn’t finish since the cheers over the comm system drowned her out.

*****

Trees were whizzing by, and the rovers charged south down the well-remembered road north of Assassin’s Redoubt. Mary’s skyeye showed a huge plume of dust from the hundreds of rovers that made of the three rover brigades. ‘Well, our arrival will not be a secret,’ she thought, and then maneuvered her skyeye up and over the trees toward the Hive infantry’s reported position.

From this distance she could discern hundreds or thousands of solders that made up the nearest Hive infantry brigade. Above them, swooping in and pulling out like hawks or vultures, were the 2nd Armor Aardvark needlejets. Even though HQ had warned the rover brigades, it was shocking to see the devastation the infantry had wrought to the forest. All the 100-year-old oaks and elms within 2 clicks were leveled, shattered, or were burning.

“Tacs update: nearest infantry on the North Forest Road, ETA in 15 minutes. Terrain cleared, repeat, terrain cleared,” Mary succinctly reported to the rest of the rover group.

“Lou, look sharp. Fire at will. This will be target practice, if you miss, you’re fired,” Rao stated.

The high whine of the chaos turret going from standby to full power pulsed through the cabin, and it rose above the din of the road noise. Mary noticed a slight decrease in power output, and two warning lights went from green to yellow indicating the potential overload of the fusion engine. ‘Nothing that I can do about that now,’ Mary thought. ‘All systems except maneuver and weapons are already at baseline.’

“HOLD TIGHT! HERE WE GO!” Markus shouted as they burst out from the trees into the open.

*****

Flight pilot Maria Martinez pulled north and then did a U-turn so she could follow the rovers into battle, and give them a little air support. Then she saw that from this vantage point she could see the entire battle unfolding. Inspired, she activated here flight holovid cameras and her voice recorder.

“What a beautiful sight! Cavalry to the rescue! They’re just pouring onto the open. Hundreds of rovers! Looks like Blue Death is just coming into view. They look a little, no, a lot, bunched up but are beginning to spread out like a fan onto the newly deforested hillside. Grrrr. Those Hive bastards will pay for that! Hey, they’re forming a wedge! And it is aimed directly at the Hive infantry that we have conveniently pinned for them. <..chuckle..> They can thank us later. Not quite as pretty as I’ve seen on the training holos, but pretty good. Here comes Knife Strike. Lightning can’t be far behind. Looks like they’ll be forming up similarly. Hah! Three arrows pointed at the heart of the Hive infantry! Anthrax, Bubonic, Cholera, and Diphtheria, you’re going to get a little cure! Don’t think you’ll like it, though! <..snicker..>

“Lead rovers from Blue Death are firing into the nearest hundreds of men in Bubonic. They’re tearing ‘em apart! Kind of strange. It looks like the Hive is being thrown everywhere simultaneously; it must seem like the sky is bursting downward, the air exploding around them, and the ground rushing up to meet them! That chaos weapon those ground slugs have is releasing an amazing amounts of energy. Wish I had one of those in this old this bucket of bolts. Wow! Debris is falling from the sky! After the first firings fully half of the assault brigade is gone!

“I can see the Hive infantry wheeling around and get some of their weapons to bear. Got to hand it to ‘em, they are not panicking, must have a lot of experience. Their missile fire is hitting the front line of the Blue Death brigade, but it is nowhere near as powerful as it might have been. Oh! There are some hits on some of the rovers. Direct hits, and explosions! A bunch more are slowing down, trailing smoke and debris. One on the left flank has overturned. All told, not too bad, looks like Blue Death brigade is pretty much intact.

“Blue Death just keeps on charging. Go get ‘em! Their next volley is hitting the center of the infantry formation, where I can see their heavy missile assault weaponry. I seem to recall some infantry pukes tell me those assault weapons take hours to properly set up, stabilize, and aim. Well, looks like they’re not going to have that much time today. Those main heavy missiles were obviously intended to reduce Assassin’s Redoubt defenses to slag; now they are nothing but a big, juicy target. Whoa! The left and left-center of the infantry group just ceased to exist in a series of violent explosions. Look at ‘em go!

“Gotta bank to get a clearer shot. Hope I don’t miss anything.

<..pause, sound of aircraft engines, wind noise, and far away explosions..>

“There we go. The Hive’s return fire after that conflagration is much weaker, but it looks like the rovers are taking hits anyway since they are approaching point plank range. Uh, oh. A small chain reactions took out the five damaged lead rovers on the road, causing those behind to take evasive maneuvers to avoid the flaming debris. Blue Death must be down to 70%, now.

“There isn’t much left of Bubonic; looks like they are shattered, with only part of their center and right flank remaining. The left and right flanks of Blue Death are wheeling around to deliver the coup de grace. Hey! A series of direct hits is rippling through; men and machines are being ripped apart. Now the heavily armored missile assault launchers are getting hit, most of its defenders are gone. There it goes! It’s erupting into a white and yellow wall energy! The blast is arcing outward and is sweeping through the few remaining men of Bubonic, and then backward toward their nearby Hive infantry brigades Anthrax, Cholera, and Diphtheria. They must be getting a little singed. Hope they get a little blast damage. That’s it. Game over for Bubonic. I better pull out before the blast radius gets me…

<..sound of concussive explosions..>

“As I pull away I can see the rovers of Blue Death are pealing away, with each flank arcing from the battle and back in an outside loop toward the two remaining rover brigades, Knife Strike and Lighting.

“There is a lot of smoke and debris. But I can see that Knife Strike rovers are charging into the fray through the wreckage. I can feel the explosions starting already. Lightning is slowing slightly and forming behind Knife Strike. So fast! God, it’s beautiful!

“I’m going to pull east and then south so I am upwind of the smoke. Shouldn’t take very long if I go into a hard bank. Hang on!

<..pause..>

“Wow, that was an explosion! Knife strike must have already torched their siege missiles. Looks like I am going to be too late to see the end of Anthrax, I think. It’s hard to tell the infantry apart at this height and speed, though.

“Well I can see.. what a mess. The explosion and proximity fire from Knife Strike has destroyed Anthrax, and there isn’t much left of Cholera or Diphtheria, either, due to all that collateral damage. ‘The power of fusion, brought to you by chaos!’ Sorry, couldn’t resist throwing in that little Morgan Entervid jingle.

“I can see a what’s left of Knife Strike pulling away, they don’t look too bad. They’re trying to get out of the way of Lighting.

“Never underestimate the mindless minions of Yang! Even after all this they are forming up! Can’t be much left but a half a brigade now, total. There go the first volleys from Lighting. The infantry is pretty spread out, looks like they didn’t hit too much. Here comes the return fire. Direct Hit! Must be 3, no 4 fireballs! Bastards!

“The hole in our the line is being filled, almost like it’s morphing. Great piloting, guys! Ah! Chaos fire is ripping through their ranks! There they go! There they go! Chain reaction! Wow, twin fireballs!

“Better get out of the way of that one! That’ll toast me for sure! Wow, two!”

<.. holovid ends with a view of the sky as Maria Martinez’s needlejet goes into a steep pull upwards and then arcs to the west..>

*****

Evac is always a mess. There are thousands dead, thousands wounded.

Rao stood in the blasted forest giving orders at a furious clip. His command rover, Lightning, was in back of Rao and it lay on its side and it was partially eviscerated. Always practical, dutiful, and stubborn, Rao declined triage to direct efforts at securing the battlefield. Even though the Hive infantry had been decimated, there were going to be survivors. And those survivors could cause a lot of trouble with all the weaponry lying around. It was simply understood that it was their duty to aid a fallen fellow solder, after they had been disarmed, of course. Plus, prisoners were always useful.

In the background a veritable armada of ground and air vehicles was pouring out of Assassin’s Redoubt to assist in treating the wounded and maintaining order.

Mary awoke looking at the sky. ‘Strange,’ she thought, ‘shouldn’t I be in my rover Lightning?’ she thought to herself, a little disoriented. For a moment she didn’t move, but just took in what she could see and hear.

She could hear an occasional small arms discharging, a fire somewhere, and moaning and a few far away screams for help. Inhaling deeply through her breathmask, she could smell acrid burning plastics and the strangely fragrant smell of burning wood. She felt a stone or something blunt digging into her back.

She rolled onto her side and immediately thought better of it as pain lanced down from her pelvis and her legs. Gradually, carefully, she rolled onto her back again. She cautiously looked at her legs and saw that they were immobilized in a clear, balloon-like plastic. Strangely, her first thoughts were, ‘Hey! I’ve just been wounded in battle!’

Then she started remembering the last chaotic moments in the rover. She had been absorbed in the skyeye VR, reporting events to Rao. Two of the rovers next to Lightning had taken hits, but weren’t out. The engineering panel suddenly lit up, indicating wild power fluctuations, then loss. Then a flash; they must have taken a hit. Next, nothing.

“Markus?” she ventured. More insistently, “MARKUS!?”

Wildly, Mary looked around. She was evidently in a triage center, since there were immobile wounded all around her, including a couple of Hive solders. There were a couple of men or women in a rover jumpsuit bent over several of the patients.

“MARKUS!!” she shouted again. She didn’t feel panic, just an approaching dread.

One of the figures that was hunched over a patient looked up, then said something to his companion, who nodded. Markus stood and jogged to her side.

Markus crouched and took Mary’s hand. “Looks like the tables are turned, huh?” Markus said lightly and gently. “I get to play nursemaid for a while. Are you OK?”

“Yah. I’m fine now. Just go help with those amazing medic skills of yours. Try not to kill too many people. Back soon?” Mary asked.

“Count out it!” Markus affirmed as he stood, winked at her, and walked away.

*****

[Hydro]

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[Dcole78]

Ok guys here goes.....

Spartan Sub fleet south of Emerald Isle

Fleet Commander Baldwin stood on the surface of his sub and watched as the others slowly surfaced, glad that they had to surface to replenish their air supply since it gave the men a chance to leave the confines of the sub. "If only we could do it during the day time," he thought, but he knew that was impossible. Stealth was the only thing they had going for them. One direct hit and they were done for. "I do miss the suns, and even the fungus", he thought. Turning he looked at his men as they gazed off into the night each with his own thoughts. "Scrubs", the word came unbidden to his mind, "scrubs that's what they were. Sub life was not easy usually only two types of people joined. These were the scrubs. They couldn't make it in the airforce, the navy or even the infantry so they got sent to the sub fleet. Most would complete their required years of service than leave. And himself, well he was the second type he had needed an escape. This is no time to think about the past" he chided himself. "I have a job to do."

"How much longer Jeffrey" he said into his suits voice transmitter. "The air tanks should be full in about 30 more seconds commander", came the reply. "Ok people back into the sub" he said. "David tell the other sub commanders to dive as soon as their tanks are full" Watching the men climb down into the sub he thought to himself, "They may be scrubs, but they are my scrubs and I will do right by them."

[Hydro]

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[Googlie]

Chiron
Year 2225, 8th month 12th day
Tape one (of four)

I am dictating this while a guest of Lady Deirdre Skye at Velvetgrass Point where I have been residing for these past six days.

This is the record of how I came to be here.

After Julia Santiago left me at the fissure in the rock to go and try to find the jettisoned seats of our downed needlejet I passed the time partly in hiding whenever I heard voices and partly semi-obscured from view but where I could see what was happening in my immediate surroundings.

When the troopers passed by and I overheard them talking about Sand being in the vicinity I retreated more fully into the crevasse formed by the rock overhang, and reworked the shredder pistol to restore its flechet capability, removing the flamer component that I had jerry rigged. Suicide was an option that I didn't relish, but I was not going to be captured alive by Sand.

As I worked on the pistol, I was suddenly aware that I was not alone. I experienced a keening sound in my mind, not quite piercing, but enough to give me the beginnings of an headache. I recognized the symptoms from the encounter a few days before - mindworms. And I had just dismantled the flamer capability of my pistol - how ironic, I thought.

I heard the rustle from across the patch of barren rock, coming from the fungus. I peered out of my cubby hole, and was looking at the most enormous mindworm that I had ever seen. I readied for battle. The shredder would have to suffice.

Suddenly, into my mind came the most unexpected and - in this situation - absurd memory recall I have ever experienced - the face and figure of Deirdre Skye, as I'd last seen her, in the hydroponics module of the Unity. She was as fresh in my mind now as she had been real then. I'd been sent by Santiago to find her, after Corazon had captured Yang (before Yang used his incredible powers to coerce his captor to turn the shredder on herself). I'd stumbled into Deirdre in the hydroponics lab, immersed in her tree specimens. Of course I'd known her from our Edinburgh high school days - we'd dated a couple of times, nothing serious - before she had moved with her father after her parents divorce to the UN headquarters in New York and gone on to Cornell University. Our paths had crossed again in Pakistan where she was part of the UN Disaster Relief team and I had been part of Scotland's contribution to the UN Peace Keeping forces holding India and Pakistan apart.

I looked at the mindworm nestled in the fungus about twenty feet away. I saw Deirdre, sitting on the bed, disheveled, blowing me a kiss as I left her dormitory to go back to my barracks. The vision shimmered. I looked again at the mindworm. I saw Deirdre in the hydroponics module, standing under one of her trees, looking at me, holding out her hand, beckoning me to her. I heard her voice, the soft Scottish accent music to my ears:

"Scott, come with me. We are all in danger. The Unity is falling apart. This mission is a disaster. The team has factionalized. You don't belong with Yang or Santiago. I've survived. Leave now with my emissary. It is your friend."

I snapped out of my reverie. Was this in the present? Was it this mindworm that was communicating directly into my mind? Was Deirdre Skye still alive, and talking to me through a mindworm?

"Friend…. Follow…. To Deirdre….." I looked at the mindworm in surprise. I actually could sense it trying, in its rudimentary fashion, to communicate with me.

I came out of my cubby hole and moved towards it.

It skittered off into the fungus.

I followed.

It was waiting for me in the fungus fronds.

I thought to myself, 'I'll throw this pistol away - I don't need it where I'm going, my pet mindwormn will take care of me'. Then I stifled that thought. No, I needed the pistol.

Suddenly the mindworm bunched and sprang at me. I reflexively raised my arms to my head to protect my face, taken completely by surprise. However instead of attaching itself to my head and shoulders it fixed itself on my hand and arm, and the force of its momentum and its sheer weight knocked me to the ground and sent the pistol flying deep into the fungus.

'Well, whaddayaknow', I thought. 'it wasn't just a crazy idea that entered my head, this thing wants me unarmed'.

"OK Alphonse," I said, "you win. No gun".

The mindworm had coiled again. I sensed the attempted comunication again:

"Friend… follow… to Deirdre"

'Hmmm. Limited vocabulary, Alphonse, but I get the drift'

(Alphonse was the name my father used for a party trick on old terra, when he pulled an old matchbox from his pocket and pretended to have a pet flea inside that did tricks, looping the loop, and so on. The climax to the trick was to pretend that Alphonse landed on some girl or woman's head, and father would carefully pluck it out and put it on the back of his hand and try to go through the trick repertoire again. Then he'd say "Oh, pardon me madame, this isn't Alphonse, he must be yours". And put the imaginary flea back on the discomfited girl's head amid much hooting and laughing of the crowd. Come to think of it he'd even used Deirdre as the sacrificial goat once when she and some friends had visited our house one Halloween. I chuckled. I wonder if she'll remember the connection. Then I stopped in my tracks. Was I remembering that because she had remembered and given the thought of the name to the mindworm to place in my mind.

My mind reeled trying to follow the convoluted logic.

"Lead on, MacDuff," I said to the mindworm, which seemed to understand as it skittered once more deeper into the fungus.

I followed.

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She was cold, and quite alone in the dark. Her body wanted to shut down but she couldn't. There was a part of her that forced her to keep on going. (too tired to sleep) It was scary in the dark. She felt like she was in a mausolemum. She couldn't stand it anymore so in desperation she reach out once more, and she felt (light) at ease. It was comforting, she couldn't take being alone. She needed (all of them) to be comforted. The warmth and the light that had been without since was with her again. She needed them back. If only she wasn't so weak, she needed (friends) to be alone, she needed to rest.

They were like apparitions, yellow clad demons appearing out of the haze that surrounded her. Except she wasn't herself, she was somebody else. Somebody warm and caring. They moved like demons, and lasers warped and twisted their skin. She could feel (pain)her hands. They were cold and distant.

Great scars bubbled up on the Demons' smooth faces, then because they were demons the scars disappeared. He was warm. It was definantly a he she was in. (Devon) Then he touched her. (kali) He carassed her like no other could.

They were getting closer, and he didn't see the demons. The ugly yellow demons with the melting skin. (kail, feel me) Why couldn't he see them? They were so close. (Devon, beside you!) A demon was right in front of him. Then it touched her. Its touch was (empty) cold. It was holding her, yet she could feel her arms and nothing was there.

Then a great blinding explosion hit her. She lost him (Devon!) and she could only feel the demon. (so cold) It didn't know she was there. It didn't feel her, but she could feel it.

"Finally, some light. Somebody cut off those laserFX! And I mean now." Soldiers scambled and the laser light turned off. "Sargent, take two men and search for any more hiding places. I want everyone in here found and arrested." Lieutenant Burke surveyed the drones his men were rounding up. Lazy, rebellious, a burden on society. The drones were a sharp contrast to the crisp uniforms and delibrate movements of his men.

"Yes, Sir! Crowe you and Corporal Deitrich come with me."

Lieutenant Burke, looked emaculate in his Morgan TRT (tactical responce team) uniform. It was a short sleave tan-yellow uniform, with a black beret. The pants were loose, and his boots were jungle style combat boots, highly shined like a mirror. The only difference between his uniform (besides the gold bars) was he had white gloves instead of the enlisted men black gloves. All of his men carried stun batons, they were well trained in crowd control and using non-leathal methods to control unrest.

One of his men was struggling with a drone who was apparently completely under the influence of some drug. By the looks of the drones, it probably wasn't something sold by Morgan Metagenics. The drone had went beserk when they cut on on the lights. The stun baton wasn't having an effect on the man. More of his men moved to restrain the beserker. In no time the drone was laying on the floor, unconscious but still alive.

He had saw drone run into the burnt out shell of a building when hi armored personal transport rumbled by. On a hunch he had his men go into the building and they found this "club" underneath the building. Moving like lighting his men suprised and overwhelmed the drones. Quickly bring the situation under control, and only one drugged up drone got agitated. It was a testiment to the disipline and skill of his unit.

"Sir, we found one. Except he says they are exempt from our sweep." Burke turned around to face the prisoner.

"Exempt? I have orders to enforce the Beta Sector curfew. I wasn't briefed about anyone having an exemption." Hs voice was filled with contempt. Burke gave him a skectical look. The drone was barely older than the rest. His eyes were bloodshot, yet he had this confident look in his eyes that infuriated Burke.

"Are you sure, Lieutenant? Check my exemption, and see if it checks out..." he passed a small shiny card to Burke. It was a Morgan Bank Legal Tender Energy Credit voucher for 5000 credits.

"Well it does check out. I guess there was mistake. I appologize for any inconvenience. Sargent, load the men into the transport."

"Yes Sir!" Sargent St. Peters formed the men and marched them out. Burke turned around and strode out with the rest of his TRT squad.

"No problem." Chrisk muttered with great contempt in his voice as the last of the soldiers left.

She couldn't feel the demon anymore, yet she couldn't feel Devon either. There was something betwen them. She needed him. She could feel herself slipping away. (DEVON! HELP!)

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[Tokek Belerang]

To: Field Commanders
From: CinC cabinet
Subj.: Command replacements

In view of the lacunae left in the command structure by CO Salvador St James (colonel) of 1st Wing, MiA, and CO Patricia McMillan (admiral) of North Fleet, MiA, the Commander in Chief of Spartan forces has decided to appoint Eugene Levavassier (major) and Teresia Giacomazzi (admiral), respectively, to the available posts. Major Levavassier has been promoted to the rank of colonel, and will continue to fulfil his tasks as temporary governor of Hawk of Chiron base, for which he has recently received a commendation.

End of communication.

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Numquam turbae misceri

[Googlie]

Chiron
Year 2225, 8th month 12th day
Tape two (of four)

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I sensed it before I saw it.

A low hum, with an accompanying gentle vibration of the ground over which I walked, growing stronger as we approached.

Voices in my head, interspersed with chitterings of a thousand mindworms and the subdued, almost drowned out, sighs and creaks and whisperings of a million trees and fungus stalks.

Then we broke through the fungus into a clearing and I saw the monolith, towering above me for what seemed to be at least seven or eight hundred feet or so into the evening sky. It glowed a coppery gold color that seemed to gently pulse with energy. I felt the hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end as the palpable energy from the edifice emanated in all directions and caught me in its field.

It's footprint on the ground was relatively small for its size, about eighty feet square, I reckoned. The composition was of a type I had not encountered before, seemingly metallic, yet warm to the touch. There were no joins or seams that I could see, nor any openings, just one continuous sweep from the ground to its apex hundreds of feet into the air.

Alphonse was growing excited now, skittering towards the edifice and a voice inside my head was insistently saying "Come… Come…"

As it approached close to the base an opening suddenly materialized, catching me completely by surprise. I had heard no machinery, nor experienced any change in the energy fluctuations.

Alphinse skittered into the monolith.

I followed, hesitantly, limping badly as though the splintered bones in my ankle were setting themselves incorrectly aligned and hobbled through the aperture.

The door cycled shut with a soft hiss.

Blackness.

Followed almost immediately by a soft yellow glow that lighted up the inside of the monolith, revealing it to be a vast chamber about the size of one of old earth's basketball/hockey arenas, fully capable of holding 25,000 people.

I gawked in amazement.

The only other monolith I had encountered was just outside Ironholm, and it had been much smaller. In any event I had visited it after the University had tinkered with it so who knew what changes they had made to the arcane machinery they found there. One thing had been certain, it had proved to have amazing healing and recuperative powers when visited by wounded troops and even malfunctioning machinery. But the spatial distortion had not been so pronounced. Noticeable, but my recollection was that it had been significantly smaller.

I was aware of a silence inside my head - the chitterings and sighs and whisperings had ceased.

A Voice intruded into my mind:

"Welcome, earthgooglie, long waiting. Follow."

At that, Alphonse moved towards one wall, which began shimmering, taking on a translucent hue.

I took a tentative step, and felt no pain. Gingerly I rotated the ankle. Full movement. I hopped up and down on the "bad' ankle, again, no pain. Blessed relief. I followed the mindworm more quickly.

As it approached, a section turned black, and an opening appeared directly ahead of where Alphonse was aiming. It appeared to be a corridor of some sorts.

It entered, and I followed.

The sense of spatial discontinuity intensified. The walls and roof and floor of the corridor seemed to curve inwards on themselves, meshing into a point just a few yards in front. Yet as we proceeded the point was never reached.

I looked behind. The same sensation, the walls and floor seemed to meet just a few yards behind. The same soft glow bathed us in its light as we traveled the corridor.

We walked for what seemed to be half an hour, about two kilometers I guessed, as the mindworm wasn't the quickest at its loping pace.

Then the walls didn't seem to merge ahead, but rather opened into another chamber, much smaller than the first, and as we entered a voice came into my head "Arrived".

Arrived? Where? I wondered.

Alphonse skittered straight ahead to one chamber wall, and as before, soundlessly, effortlessly, the wall shimmered and revealed an opening. Alphonse moved through.

I stood in the doorway surveying the scene.

We were on a small hill overlooking a valley, and as my eyes took in the sweep of trees down to the valley floor and up the other ridge opposite, the primary sun's early morning rays were dappling the valley with light and shadows from the trees. A small stream ran nearby, trickling downhill until it became a sizeable river by the time it reached the valley floor.

I inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of fir and hemlock bringing back memories of a lifetime ago of fishing for trout in the Scottish highland streams amid the firs. In the valley floor was a small city built in the Gaian fashion, utilizing the giant tree trunks indigenous to Chiron. Habitation discs clustered round the trunks and I could see movement as people went about their early morning business.

I exited the monolith and as I stepped out a gutteral voice said:

"Welcome, Commander Allardyce".

I turned around, and was looking into the muzzles of two shredder rifles held by stern faced troopers. They were wearing the old familiar Gaian insignia on their shoulders.

I tried to remain cool.

"I didn't know you had established a base on Spartan Federation territory," I said. "From its looks it's been here for a few years. I expect Santiago will want tribute to allow its continuance."

One guard's response floored me.

"Oh, we're thousands of kilometers south and east of your territory. We've founded our new Gaian Preserve on a continent well away from you squabbling factions, where we will grow in peace with planet's blessing."

I stared. Thousands of kilometers? How was this possible?

"But enough babbling," one guard said. "Let's get down to Velvetgrass Point. Lady Skye is waiting for you."

Lady Skye? So Deirdre was still alive? My heart skipped a beat.

I followed the trooper down to the base.


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