Battle Earth II (19 page)

“Taylor, the Company has been ordered to hold this position, and as the commanding officer I must do so. However, I am authorising you and the Lieutenant here for a search party. Take ten of your marines and be as quick as you can.”

A broad grin widened across Taylor’s face as he turned to bellow his orders.

“And, Major. Stay safe.”

“Sergeant Silva, gather your section, we move out immediately!”

Commander Kelly paced around the command centre. Lewis stared at him. The comms officer knew that their leader was coming to realise their chances of survival were minimal. He was mulling over the few options they had. He finally walked up to Lewis.

“Gather the leaders.”

“With regards to what matter, Sir?”

“I don’t give a shit what you tell them, just get them here!”

“Yes, Sir,” muttered Lewis.

He looked up to see the staff and soldiers around the room all staring at him.

“Well, what are you looking at? You’ve got work to do!”

Ten minutes later the Commander stood before the remaining Lunar leaders in their makeshift meeting room. They all had long faces and few words to utter. The supplies from Earth continued to arrive in large enough quantities to keep them going, but they were losing ground all the time.

“It must not have escaped your notice that we will eventually have nowhere left to run. If we don’t start taking the fight to the enemy in a major way, then we are finished. In the confined spaces below ground their weapons are more devastating than ever.”

“We can’t survive in open battle!” shouted Vella.

Kelly shook his head, asking himself, what the fuck does she know?

“We cannot survive down here anyway, Senator. We have to try and hit them hard and try to make a difference.”

“And what difference can we make?” asked Allard.

“If the armies of Earth cannot hold these invaders back, what chances do we have?” asked Yang, the police commander of the city.

“So you would do what, lie down and die?” asked Kelly.

“We must do the best we can to survive down here until Earth forces can come to our assistance!” Vella yelled.

“But they are already beaten!” shouted Yang.

Kelly slammed his fist down on the table.

“God damn you and your infighting. This isn’t a time for petty squabbling. The Earth armies have had it hard, no doubt. But they are still fighting. It’s clear that our people down there are already adapting the enemy technology and are still firmly in the fight.”

“Our people?” asked Allard. “Earth folk don’t give a hoot about us.”

“And you could say the same for the relations of many Earth nations, and now look at them. They stand together as one,” snapped Kelly.

He stood up from his chair with a sigh and walked slowly around the table. The air was thick and far from fresh. The colonists had little time or resources to wash their clothes and bodies. He could feel his flesh was thick with dried sweat and clammy on top of it. He scratched what little hair was left on his itchy head. It can’t have come to this, thought Kelly.

“I refuse to die down here. I thought we had pride in the colony we have worked to establish here. Did our forefathers reach this moon for us to simply give up on it? I’d rather fight and die up there than wait to be butchered down here.”

He continued around the room as they all thought about the choice before them.

“And if you fail, and we are forced back down here with fewer people and resources than we started?” asked Allard.

“Then we will have done our best. From what we can tell, the alien forces have set up base on Earth. Their numbers and resources here are not endless. Every one of theirs we can kill will improve our situation.”

“I cannot agree with this course of action, Commander,” said Vella.

“And I am not asking you to. As the military leader of the colony, I alone will make the tactical decisions that I feel best serve our people. I consult you out of courtesy and to advise.”

“Then let us advise you, Commander,” snapped Vella.

Kelly sighed. He had no respect for the woman. He didn’t like her last month when things were as they used to be. He liked her even less now that she was trying to dictate military tactics.

“You would have us wait here to die, Senator. That may be the easy option for you. It involves no risk, no responsibility. Start thinking less like a politician and more like a human being. If we take the fight to the enemy and lose, we are no worse off. We will have lost people who will die when they reach us anyway.”

“I know what you’re saying, Commander, but I cannot justify sending our people to their deaths.”

“And that is why you are the Senator for Industry, and I am in charge of the defence of this great colony,” fumed Kelly.

Vella’s face scrunched up as she glared at the Commander with a bitter hatred. She knew there was nothing further she could do. More than anything, she was angry about the way he treated her, a fact that gave Kelly even less respect for the Senator.

“I am doing what is best for our colony. For our morale, for our people, and for our humanity. We may well all die in this war, but let us at least do so on our own terms.”

He strode out of the room to leave the rest of them sitting in silence. Many of the remaining leaders gathered knew that he was making the right decision, but they could not bring themselves to admit it. Kelly went up to Lewis.

“Put out the order for all senior officers to come to me immediately.”

“This it, Sir? Are we finally taking the fight to them?”

“Damn right, it’s time we stopped skulking down here and kicked some ass.”

* * *

Chandra walked along the line of trenches where they’d so recently fought from. Many of the men were making repairs to them with their e-tools, others sat quietly with a mug of tea or coffee. She continued on towards what was the makeshift aid station. There were twenty soldiers in various states of care. Only one was seriously wounded. The base doctor and his aides were administering to them.

“Doctor, I am Major Chandra.”

He continued on his work of injecting a healing serum into one of the soldiers as he talked.

“Matthew Wright.”

“This the first combat medicine you have administered, Doctor?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I was expecting more wounded.”

She looked across at the injuries. They were mostly minor glancing strikes or shrapnel.

“They don’t leave many. A good hit from their energy weapons will kill any man.”

The doctor nodded. After studying the scenes of field hospitals in war from archive footage, he’d expected a far more blood thirsty and gruesome sight. There were no screams of agony. The burning hot energy weapons cauterised many of the wounds.

“I was still expecting a lot more casualties, Major. The reports we have been getting have indicated far heavier losses.”

“It’s true. This has been our most successful skirmish yet.”

The doctor looked up and across at the casualties. He could see the mix of uniforms and had already realised they were an amalgamation of several units that had been decimated.

“God save us all.”

“God won’t save us from this enemy, Doctor. It’s up to us.”

The Major turned and strolled away before the doctor could argue. She stopped, noticing Captain Becker stood in her path. His face looked more exhausted and distraught than ever. His previously impeccable uniform was now unzipped and dirtied. He either no longer cared for his appearance or was too distressed to realise it was in such a state.

“What’s the status of your unit, Captain?”

He didn’t respond immediately, staring blankly past her at the wounded.

“Captain?”

His eyes turned and gazed at her, though he still did not speak.

“Becker, give me an update.”

The Captain coughed to clear his throat and finally answered in a coarse voice.

“Only two of my tanks are still operational, and even those are getting some urgent maintenance as we speak.”

“And your crews?”

He shook his head as he was reminded of the horror of it.

“Eight still active, two wounded.”

“Is that all that made it?

He nodded. “The rest perished in their vehicles.”

She looked out across the line to see the hulks of the vehicles still smouldering. The enemy had been quick to target what they must see as the greatest threat.

“I am sorry for your losses, Captain, but you should know that your people have made all the difference in the past few days. Without you, we would all be lost.”

The Captain nodded as he looked out across the plain at the twisted wrecks of the enemy vehicles and went into a daze. She knew there was nothing more she could say to consol the officer. Nothing would bring back his comrades.

She continued on to the trench where she had stood beside Taylor. Captain Friday was sitting on the side with his legs dangling down into it. He had ripped off most of his gear and thrown it down. Now he wore nothing but his BDUs. He was opening a ration pack with such excitement that anyone would think he’d been given a plate of steak.

“They don’t taste that great, you know,” she jested.

“When you’re hungry, they do.”

He dove into the meal.

“That new equipment really as good as it looked?” she asked.

The Captain nodded and grunted with a mouth full of food. As he swallowed it down, he looked up at the Major.

“It’s the shit. If we can get this to every grunt, then this war could be turned around as quickly as it started.”

“I fear they won’t give us that much time,” she mused.

“Well, we stopped them here, didn’t we?”

“It’s not the front line that bothers me. They’re building at an immense rate to the west, and whatever it is can’t be good. We won’t be the only ones looking for the next tactical advantage in this war.”

Friday shook his head.

“I’ll take the victory while I can. We did well today, and we should celebrate it.”

“Oh, I am, Captain, but we must also think of tomorrow, and next week, next year. We have survived this long, but many haven’t. How much longer do you think our luck will hold?”

Friday smiled as he threw the food down his throat.

“When it runs out, I won’t know it. I’ll be dead.”

Chandra laughed. She appreciated Friday doing his utmost to brighten the day.

“So you think Taylor will find the Captain?” he asked.

“I bloody well hope so, but I can’t say it’s likely.”

She sat down on the opposite edge of the trench facing Friday. There was nothing left for her to do that day but rest in readiness for the next battle. Trucks were already arriving with fresh supplies to keep them in the fight.

* * *

Taylor looked out at the passing landscape as they rushed along the treetops at barely a couple of hundred metres from the ground. The landscape was mostly abandoned and peaceful, but they saw the odd smoke plume in the distance from various battles. They could only guess at the outcome of the war that raged along the ever changing lines.

“We’re coming up on the town, Major!” shouted Rains.

“You know where we’re heading, right?”

“Yes, Siree. Major Chandra told me they were being held in a station directly south of the centre.”

He tapped his controls and a map projected on a screen. He pointed out an area along a main street heading out of the city.

“This has to be the place.”

“Okay, let us out over the roof.”

“Want me to stay in the air?”

“No, I don’t want to attract any unnecessary attention. It that a field there?”

Taylor pointed to a square area of greenery just over a block from the police station.

“Looks like a kid’s park, Sir.”

“Alright, you can wait for us there. Keep the hatches battened down, and be ready for anything.”

Taylor stopped and looked to the empty co-pilot seat and then back to Eddie.

“They were busy with the Moon runs. I was all they could spare.”

Taylor smiled. For all of Eddie’s rebellious image, he was one of the most loyal and dependable pilots the Major had ever met.

“Good luck, Mitch.”

Taylor nodded and went back to his troops. All ten marines wore the identical new equipment as provided by Reiter.

“We’ll be dropping onto the roof. I want to be in and out as quickly as possible, got it?”

“Yes, Sir!” They shouted.

“Let’s do this.”

The marines stood up and took hold of the rails above them as the thrusters reversed. Eddie brought them in on a sharp and rapid decent until they came to a hover a hundred metres over the roof. Taylor reached forward and hit the door release. It quickly slid back and let the breeze of air rush in.

Mitch didn’t say another word, and he simply jumped from the door. The others quickly followed him. They hit their thrusters on the way down and came to a surprisingly soft and cushioned landing. The suits took the impact from their legs.

“Ortiz, Ryan, stay put, the rest with me!”

They reached the roof fire exit, but it was locked from the inside. Taylor lifted his leg and smashed it into the door. To the surprise of them all, the door flew from its hinges with ease and down the steps below. Taylor turned to Silva with a grin, they’d never felt such power before. The Major lifted his weapon and rushed down the stairs.

They arrived at the first line of offices to find nothing but empty cubicles and abandoned computers. Taylor rushed along the corridor with his rifle readied at the shoulder. He reached the stairwell he was looking for and charged down it. The building was seven storeys high, and he knew that the cell blocks would be on the ground floor.

Footsteps echoed out down the long stairwell as the marines rushed to where they prayed they would find their missing friends. They reached the ground floor and found the reception area. Taylor noticed a map and quickly identified the cell block.

“This way!”

As he turned, he saw the door of the cell block area lying in the hallway. It had been ripped off. As they grew nearer, they could see that the wall around the door had been demolished in a size that was about right for a Mech.

“No, can’t be.” Taylor rushed to the doorway as the others tried to keep up.

“Sir, hold on!” shouted Silva.

The Major came to a quick stop at the demolished entrance and looked in with despair. Silva reached his side and saw what had caused him to stop in his tracks. They could see inside that one of the doors had been ripped away, and a pool of blood lay in the middle of the cell.

Two of them slowly stepped through the rubble to investigate. There was no sign of life or any way to know if Jones had been there, but Taylor knew it was the right place.

“We don’t know for certain if this is where they were, Sir. They might have escaped.”

“No, they didn’t escape from here. They were taken.”

The other marines poured into the room and stared down at the bloody mess. They all thought it was evidence of the two soldiers’ demise, but no one wanted to say it.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” said Taylor.

“What is it, Sir?” asked Silva.

“They were taken from here, not killed.”

“They could have been taken for execution.”

The Major turned to Silva with a grim expression. “Why? They aren’t trying to hide anything. They may well still be alive.”

“But we have no way of finding out their location, Sir.”

Taylor nodded. He’d hope they may be alive, but he knew that this was not the day when they would be found.

“Sir, we should get the hell out of here before they come calling again.”

Taylor looked down at the pool of blood. He looked over at a Private.

“Get a sample of that blood.”

“Uh, Sir, how?”

“Get a piece of cloth and rub it in.”

The marine looked foolish for asking for what was such a low tech solution. Taylor turned back to Silva as the man did as he asked.

“Today’s search may be over, but I won’t give up on Jones and Walker.”

“No, Sir, I’d expect nothing less.”

Taylor’s disappointment was obvious to them all. He hated losing any of those he fought alongside, but to not know was even worse. Images of the torture of his friend went through his head until he finally asked himself, what would they want with Jones? He turned to Silva.

“Why would they take them prisoner? What use would they have for them?”

“We don’t know if they were taken prisoner, Sir.”

“Come on, Sergeant, all the signs are there.”

“If it was me, Sir, fighting an unknown enemy, I’d want to know them a little better.”

“You think they’re studying them?”

“Maybe, Sir.”

He turned to see the Private folding a bloodied rag into his pocket.

“Our time is done here, nothing more we can do, so let’s move out.”