The Complete Legacy Trilogy: Star Corps, Battlespace, Star Marines. Ian Douglas
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broken rock and black sand, flashing across the last few kilometers toward the target. The sky was overcast, the clouds boiling in the wake of the mountain’s last shot. The strobe of that titanic gun had seared the Dragon’s chin camera, leaving the Marines on board momentarily dazzled, but as his noumenal vision cleared, Garroway could see the mountain clearly, a vast, tar-black cone rising from a flame-blasted plain, its top hollowed by a yawning crater.
According to the infrared data coming over the link, the ground had been blast- and flash-heated to almost forty degrees Celsius, while the crater was still glowing red-hot. It was impossible to tell if there were any organic defenders down there; the ground was so hot, their IR signatures would have been swallowed in the background heat. Here and there, scattered points of red and orange glows marked the fall of hot debris from the mountain’s summit.
“What a monster!” someone said over Garroway’s tac channel.
“Yeah! How’re we supposed to fight that?”
“Can the chatter,” Valdez snapped. “Get ready to jump. Twenty seconds!”
Garroway felt sharp deceleration tug him forward against his seat harness. The Dragonfly was angling toward a broad, open terrace a third of the way up from the mountain’s base. Nose high, air brakes spread wide, ventral thrusters shrieking, the lander drifted over the rock shelf in a swirling cloud of grit and sand. Magnetic grapples released the saucer-shaped landing module from beneath the Dragonfly’s gently curved, mid-hull strut. Relieved of the lander’s weight, the Dragonfly bounded back into the sky, sleek now and wasp-waisted; the landing module dropped to the ground, the leading edge plowing into loose gravel, the impact cushioned by mag floaters and chemical thrusters.
Inside the lander, the shock slammed Garroway against his seat harness, bruising his chest and shoulders even within padded armor. The noise—a grating, rasping shriek—sounded like a world’s ending; the saucer bulldozed through loose rock and sand, skewing slightly before it came to rest at a ten-degree list.
Panels all around the saucer’s rim exploded up and out, releasing HK-20 combat robots and a cloud of sensor drones. Broader hull panels, shaped like the slices of a pie, unfolded, opening the interior of the module to the outside.
“Grounded!” Valdez shouted over the tac channel. “Go! Go! Go!”
Garroway’s harness automatically disengaged and he tumbled forward, thrown off balance by the cant of the lander’s deck, but he braced himself on an overhead strut, unshipped his laser rifle, and started moving forward. All around him the other armored Marines of 1st and 2nd Squads crowded toward the openings, pounded down the deck gratings of the debarkation ramps, and scrambled clear of the grounded landing module.
Something slammed into the LM’s hull just above Garroway’s helmet as he stepped into the open. Another something hit the rock nearby with a sharp, metallic crack and a scatter of sparks. It took him an awkward moment to recognize what was happening. “Shit!” Hollingwood shouted at the same moment. “They’re shooting at us!”
Training took over then. Don’t freeze, don’t bunch up. Exit the LM and form a perimeter. Hunched over as if leaning into a stiff wind, Garroway ran through loose gravel, counting out the paces until he was fifty meters from the downed module. Throwing himself down on his belly, he brought his rifle up and thought-clicked the targeting display. Instantly, a bright red target reticle popped into his field of vision, overlaying the multispectral view from his helmet pickups. The reticle, transmitted by his rifle’s computer, marked the weapon’s precise aim point.
The only trouble was, he couldn’t see a target. Ahead, the mountain rose like a solid, jet-black wall, its top still glowing with a fierce red heat. To either side, other 2nd Squad Marines were dropping into place on the perimeter as HK robots strode ahead on scissoring black legs gleaming with an oily, reflected light. Incoming fire continued to snap and crack across the rock plain, but he couldn’t see where the shots were coming from. Twenty meters ahead, though, an HK had frozen in mid-stride, its twin-camera “head” smashed into trailing ribbons of torn metal and plastic.
There! Garroway’s helmet radar had detected the flash of a solid, high-speed projectile, and the Mark VII’s computer backtracked its path, marking the shooter’s position at the base of the rock wall with a small red circle. He moved his rifle until the reticle centered on the circle, which twisted itself into a red diamond, indicating a target lock, then pressed the firing button.
The laser’s bolt was invisible; with most of its energy in the ultraviolet range of the spectrum, it left only a thin, backscattered sparkle of ionization as it burned through the air. The pulse showed clearly enough in Garroway’s optics, but he couldn’t tell whether he’d hit the shooter or not. With no fresh targeting data, the target symbol vanished. Damn, had he hit the sniper, or not?
A winking red light on his display switched to green as the rifle’s chargers powered up for another shot. Rising, he darted forward another five meters, keeping low, trying to pierce the very rock around him with his electronic senses, searching for a target, any target, any threat at all. He felt nakedly exposed out there beneath the eight-hundred-meter loom of the mountain.
A stuttering flicker of pulsing light snapped from the small dome turret on top of the lander module, a rapid-fire laser mount directed by the LM’s AI. Overhead, the Dragonfly swooped and circled against the night, seeking targets, as a second TAL-S drifted in from the north, slowing its descent, releasing its LM in a swirling cloud of dust. Around Garroway, the tortured landscape of rock steamed and smoked in hellish light, an obscene premonition of a dark and flame-shot Hell.
“Squads One and Two, ready,” the voice of Lieutenant Kerns said in his head. “Overwatch advance. Squad Two, move up!”
“Right!” Valdez shouted. “Second Squad! You heard the man! We’re up! On your feet!”
Garroway scrambled to his feet again and trotted forward. Small arms fire continued to pepper the section, but the defenders appeared to be split now in their attention between his unit and the lander that had just grounded on the terrace plain a hundred meters to the left. The incoming rounds, according to his data feed, were small, solid chunks of metal massing no more than a few tens of grams, but accelerated to velocities of around five hundred meters per second.
Bullets, in other words. Definitely primitive tech, propelled either by chemical explosions or a very low-powered gauss accelerator. One of them slammed into his chest, jolting him hard but causing no damage. If that was the best they could do …
He stumbled, his boot coming down in a hole, and he fell to his hands and knees, almost dropping his rifle. Private Pressley stopped beside him, reaching for his arm. “Hey, watch that first step, pal,” Pressley said over the tac channel. “It’s a real—”
Pressley’s armored torso splattered then, a gaping hole opening as his upper body and shoulders ceased to exist save as a thin, red spray of mist.
Garroway screamed; he was holding Pressley’s left arm by the hand, an arm no longer attached to a body. Pressley’s legs and lower torso, still encased in armor, collapsed steaming onto the rock as his helmet bounced away, his head still inside.
Dropping the dead arm, Garroway folded back onto the ground, still screaming, his universe awash in blood, horror, and death.
Combat Information Center
IST Derna, approaching Ishtar
Orbit
1635 hours ST
Ramsey studied the analysis as it unscrolled through his noumenal awareness. “A relativistic cannon,” he said, nodding. “I suppose we should have guessed that.”
They were within Derna’s CIC, floating amid a tangle of feed cables and harness straps. The compartment was growing more crowded by the hour as officers floated in. Admiral Vincent Hartman, the MIEU’s naval commander, and several members of his staff had entered and linked in only a few moments before.