The Trilisk Supersedure

Chapter 20



Holtzclaw couldn’t reach most of his own men by link, and he hadn’t been able to get an update on the assault in orbit, either. The squads that had moved out had been able to daisy chain their communications when the jamming had turned against them, but nothing outside his assault group could be reached. That included the Hellrakers.

“Sir, take a look to the east,” a member of his squad transmitted. Holtzclaw turned in his powered suit to take a look.

Black clouds of smoke rose into the sky behind them. So the camp had been hit, too. Just minutes ago a flurry of fire had come in, seemingly from all directions. Some of the Guardians had been taken out by guided missiles. Holtzclaw’s own squad still had their Guardian, though he half expected it to blow up at any moment.

This may be our last battle. This must have been UNSF after all, or at least a well-armed expedition.

“Stay in range of each other. Time to strike back. Remember, we still outnumber them. Likely they just blew their entire ordinance supply on our base,” Holtzclaw told his men. Of course, it was pure speculation. Highly optimistic speculation.

He left his cover and resumed the advance. His squad joined him. They rose from behind rocks, through plant patches, and emerged from niches between the ruined buildings. The Guardian machine resumed its march, adding the sound of moving machinery to the march.

Kowalewski sent him a private message.

“Arakaki’s out there. She’s wasn’t synced up to cut through the jammers while we had them up, and now I can’t reach her anyway.”

“She’s a good survivor,” Holtzclaw said. “She’s on our friendly list, and that’s going to have to be enough.” He double-checked his weapon’s settings and verified all his men were in it. The list was considerably shorter than it had been when he stepped up as a colonel.

“Split up. Kowalewski leads five squads to their big ship. We have to take it. I’m with the rest of us going into the ruins after the scientists we saw. We’ll need to secure their cooperation, maybe even use them as hostages. So set your weapons to wound.”

Their PAWs and the projectiles they used could distinguish friend from foe with fair accuracy, and the rounds could veer in flight to strike things matching their target signatures. That included the ability to turn some percentage of lethal hits into disabling ones. Holtzclaw checked his men’s weapons through his link. They had all obeyed his orders.

The battle group split. There were now two missions. Holtzclaw’s squads turned south and moved through the ruins at a good clip. The city looked the same as it did on any other day—a maze of old buildings and alien plants. The sky remained as clear as always. It rarely rained, and when it did, all the water drained into the fissures where the plants rooted themselves.

Holtzclaw picked up information from another probe. He checked its history while his hand found its way to his shoulder to scrape off more old skin. Arakaki! She had taken it into the ruins after the monster. And there had been non-UED Terrans within its range.

“We have a friendly in the area,” Holtzclaw reminded his three squads. It was easy to forget things like that when the fighting started. “Arakaki. She was after the monster.”

“I hope she got it, sir,” Schimke said.

Holtzclaw knew between the monster and the scientists she might have had her hands full.

If anyone comes out of this alive, she will, he thought.

“We have to find these scientists or whatever they are. They may be key to getting what we need from the ship. These three buildings first,” Holtzclaw said, showing the men his map. “Each squad take one and work your way down to the tunnels below. Most likely that’s what they came to investigate. Arakaki may well have found her way to the tunnels as well, if she was hunting the Konuan. Report any signs of recent activity so we can close in on them.”

Holtzclaw and his officers had long suspected the Trilisk tunnels were heavily used by the monster to move about the city without being detected. They had set a few traps down there, but somehow the thing that hunted them never fell for it.

The squads approached the buildings Holtzclaw had indicated. His personal squad’s Guardian covered them as they moved forward to find new spots next to buildings or in depressions in the rock. Then the Guardian machine moved forward. Holtzclaw caught sight of the probe, stationed outside one of the buildings he’d targeted.

Holtzclaw told his Guardian to patrol the vicinity of the buildings on the surface. It would never fit into the tight Konuan warrens. He configured it to fire low, at the feet of any Terrans it did not recognize. Its projectiles were so powerful, even striking the rocks below a running person would likely cause pieces of the sharp red rock to fly up and wound the target.

His squad had just reached the building and sent in a couple of grenades when combat broke out at one of the other buildings. Holtzclaw heard distant shots fired.

“We’re taking fire! Light so far. We definitely have some of them holed up in here,” came the message from his second squad leader.

Holtzclaw’s squad looked to him. He checked the tunnel map. As expected, the two buildings linked up.

“Pressure them from topside,” Holtzclaw told the second squad leader. “We’ll come in from below in the tunnel from the west. If we hurry we might trap them in there.”

Then to his own squad: “Double-time it! Through the building! Find the well room and get into that tunnel!”