“We’ll land one kilometer away from their base. Unless they’re all deaf and blind they’ll know we’re coming, but at least it will be harder for them to blow up our shuttle if they’re in that mood.”
Captain Avril stood at the briefing screen in the shuttle bay. Before her were team 1 and team 3 plus two of the TR:s, standing at ease in a line. Haylen listened while watching the map on the screen.
Their target was a research station on UR27 that had been brutally taken over by a group from the Alpha Dawn. It was the fourth station in two months in this area, and unless the Union were able to stop them this time, they would plunder this station and murder its staff as they had with the other ones.
The crew was eager to get into some real action again, Haylen was no exception. Having sick days on his first week as a new meat wasn’t his idea of a good start. Even if it wasn’t technically his fault. Except that migraine, maybe. But for some reason Felicia had stopped looking at him as if either she or he was about to start a fight after that. And next kryvat surge wouldn’t hit him for another month or so. Always something.
Captain Avril pointed at the map.
“Felicia, you take position on this hill, Cory on this.”
Felicia, her distinct jaws pushed forwards as always when she was paying attention, and Cory, the slender and kind of handsome sniper of team 3, confirmed in unison.
“You will act as support in case things get hairy down there. The rest of you will follow me. We will approach the base openly because we are to offer them a chance to surrender.”
“Sounds kind of risky if you ask me,” Cory objected, “they’ll probably shoot at you at sight.”
“And how do we usually handle that, private Cory?” said the captain, looking at him with one eyebrow raised in annoyance.
“Frontliner barriers and snipers, but one of these frontliners is still rather inexperienced and…-”
“And you really had to point that out,” the captain interrupted, “and now you have.” She turned to the others. “Haylen, Matsuko, as private Cory mentioned, you’ll be up front stopping any bullets coming my way.”
Haylen gave her an affirmative nod, not giving Cory one single look.
“Keith and Morgan left flank, Santo and Tianyi right flank. I handle the talking. If they open fire, we split to side buildings. I go left. Then we’ll improvise. Our goal is to incapacitate until they surrender. No grenades, we want the equipment and databanks intact. Is that understood?”
She may or may not have directed that to Santo in particular. Either way, he gave her a sloppy salute with his hand. He loved his hand grenades. The captain turned to the two medics.
“Leon, Nyree, you stay put in the shuttle with Dmitri, following us on the monitor. And Leon, I want extra focus on Haylen. Any signs of critical stress levels and I want him out of action.”
“A’ight,” said Leon with a look at Haylen that indicated he was surprised by this order.
It was common praxis to keep tabs on stress levels on amped people, since in rare cases too much stress could cause the implants to overload. With frontliners, precautions were even higher because of the extreme tax on their neural system when using barriers, in addition to the general risk of overheating due to increased metabolism. The energy had to come from somewhere.
However, most amped soldiers were equipped with boosters, endo regulators that medics could direct manually to distribute small doses of hormones and drugs suitable for the situation. That allowed medics to keep the soldiers on their feet a little longer in emergency situations, and take the brunt of the stress if needed. Haylen had a booster too.
So. Captain Avril wasn’t bringing the back up team’s frontliner only for her own safety, but also because she didn’t trust Haylen to handle this. So much for her shutting Cory up about it earlier.
“Make sure your weapons are loaded with sponge ammo and not piercing before we shuttle up. If you use lethal rounds you’re in for court-martial. Daleen and Xander, you’re not going in until we secured the place.”
The two TR:s nodded.
Leon raised a hand in his lazy kind of way.
“When you done, we be treatin’ de Alpha Dawn injured too? Or let’em rot on de spot?”
“They are to be treated like any prisoners. We’re taking them with us to Ignis, where the police will pick them up.”
Leon nodded, settled with the answers.
“Are there still civilians in there?” Cory asked.
“No. I would have told you that.”
“I just wanted to be sure, that’s all.”
Avril barely waited for him to finish. “Other questions?”
“Will there be tea and biscuits on the shuttle?” Tianyi looked expectantly at her.
Captain Avril gave Tianyi a stern look. “If you don’t have any relevant questions, keep that biscuit hole shut.” The soldier grinned happily back at her.
“Alright people, check your ammo, take a leak, gear up. We’re leaving in ten.”
– – –
Someone shook his shoulder, and Haylen blinked, trying to remember where he was.
“Soon there”, Felicia informed him.
It was a bliss, being able to fall asleep practically anywhere, but maybe it wasn’t very convenient all the time, right.
“Cory, your chart isn’t loading, are you unplugged?” Nyree, the stockily built medic of team 3, looked up at Cory from her monitor. Cory checked his wristband.
“No way it’s already out of batteries”, he frowned, “I charged it before last mission for god’s sake.”
Haylen checked his armor and weapon silently, content with idle listening for now.
“You probably drained it during that,” Matsuko suggested. Her slit-like eyes had a cocky glimpse in them, in contrast to her laid-back posture. “I mean, you were basically shitting your pants when you got cornered by that scale bear.”
Felicia exchanged a look with Keith, her dimples deepening. Keith was trying to hide his smile, but unsuccessfully. Morgan shot them a condescending look, but then turned back to Santo and Leon, who were talking about some sport game.
“I wasn’t shitting my pants,” Cory grumbled, switching the battery.
“I was neither.”
“Well you sure did something, because you walked funnily after.”
Felicia and Keith both snorted with laughter by now. Haylen briefly looked up and caught eyes with Xander, who was sitting in front of Daleen at the other end of the row of seats. The freckled TR then looked back at the banter, less judgingly than Morgan, but not as amused as Felicia and Keith.
“I had been sitting on my knees for half an hour.” Cory turned to Nyree in a demonstrative way. “Is it working now?”
“Yep, there you are. Wow. Your heart is racing. Are you upset about something?” Nyree looked at him with faked worry, but only got a snort in return.
Matsuko’s laugh drowned the other two’s. Xander and Haylen looked at each other again. Xander shook his head with a smile and a slight blush, as if trying to apologize for his comrades being so childish. Haylen only smirked a bit.
“Touch down in five minutes”, Dmitri’s voice said on the shuttle speakers.
“Helmets on, we’re doing comm check.”
They weren’t using full environmental suits now that they were landing on a planet with a non hazard atmosphere. Still, helmets and reinforced suits weren’t only for protection, but also held communicators, health scanners and other useful equipment.
Avril quickly went through the comm check routine.
“We’re entering atmosphere, prepare for turbulence.”
The captain turned to Daleen, who was looking rather pale where she sat, a folded piece of damp cloth held to her face. “Are you going to throw up?”
Daleen waved her hand dismissively and turned the cloth to put a cooler side against her skin instead. Avril didn’t press the matter further.
“Motion sickness,” Nyree explained to Leon. “Pills make her drowsy, unfortunately.”
“Touch down in one minute.”
“Alright people”, said captain Avril, “get ready. And recruits? I don’t want to see any hero acts this time either. Understood?”
“Yes captain”, they answered.
The station appeared in front of them as they came out of the scarce forest. Vegetation in this area was sort of leathery and slim, more red than green, and the trees were more crooked, pointy flagpoles with scattered sticks than, well, actual trees.
Felicia and Cory had already left the ground team to take positions on each of the spots captain Avril had pointed out for them. Haylen and Matsuko were walking at the front, guns pointed downwards, barriers up.
Guards with the Alpha Dawn crest on their caps were standing in front of the largest of the three barracks. A voice reached them from a speaker somewhere on top of the main barrack.
“Hold it right there. Put your weapons down, hands on your head.”
“I am captain Avril of UGS Ignis”, Avril shouted at the guards as she signed for the team to stop. “I’m offering you a chance to surrender. Either you let us in or give me your comm channel. I won’t stand here and yell at you.”
The answer was two shots from each guard, hitting the ground a few meters from the frontliners’ feet. Both of them raised their guns, and the captain instantly put up a force field in front of them all, but ordered them to hold their fire. The amp type used for the stand alone force field let the imp direct energized particles to form clusters in various shapes. A skilled imp could use it to shove objects around, and some could even create bent fields to hold or pull objects as well. Haylen knew Daleen and Xander could, for instance.
Technically, he could too. He had the channeling paths for at least three kinds of blunt force field ‘tools’, as every Tyrian Tank. Only it was one of those potential brain-frying abilities that he’d been advised not to use.
“Put your weapons down, hands on your head. I won’t say it again.”
“I want to talk to your boss,” captain Avril shouted again. “Give me a channel or let us in, or I will make my way in.”
The guards fired again, this time straight at them. The shots rippled the force field without going through.
“Split! Cover fire!” yelled the captain, and when Haylen and Matsuko opened fire at the guards, she let the force field down, and the two groups headed for each side barrack for cover.
They heard screams of pain from the main building, indicating that Felicia and Cory had hit their targets. Captain Avril carefully checked around the corner.
“Guards are taken inside by two other”, she said on the comm. “Snipers, report.”
“Heat sensors only pick up signals from the main building”, Felicia answered. “I count six.”
“Matsuko, regroup at the twelve o’clock wall on east side building. Stay in cover. Mind the rear.”
Matsuko confirmed she had heard the order.
“Haylen, take point, we move to main building’s nine o’clock wall. Go.”
Haylen moved around the outer corner, following the wall of the barrack, carefully had a look around the next corner, then they crossed the open area between the side barrack and the main, taking cover behind the nine o’clock wall. From there the could have visual contact with the other group, who in turn could overlook the main building.
The area was unnervingly calm. No more Alpha Dawns came out from the main building, not on the back side either. But when captain Avril started giving orders to head for the entrance, a gate opened on the building on which the other group were positioned.
With heavy clonks, a machine on two legs stepped out of the building. It had large toes spreading out for balance, and one a-can on each ‘shoulder’, a pair of opposite grappling claws and a small mobile camera for aim and direction on it’s top. It was at least four meters high.
“Where the hell did they get an MT from?” captain Avril hissed with distrust.
Haylen had recognized the Federation mechanical trooper immediately. The Federation, the main enemy force during the Gamma wars, had developed various kinds of battlebots where the Union had put their money into amping living soldiers. One of the Tyrian Tanks’ most common tasks was to deal with things like this, and out of instinct he had began to build up amp force.
“I can take it out”, he said, gaze focused on the MT.
The captain, who was scanning the area and most probably working on an alternative plan, held her hand up at him dismissively without even looking at him. “I said no hero acts. The snipers can deal with it.”
“I done it at least twenty times, I know where to strike.” Haylen talked fast, they were running out of time. “Rifles be of no use, it goin’ kill us before we even scratch it.”
The MT moved slow, but the a-can rounds meant instant death for an unshielded soldier.
The captain looked at him, mouth a thin line. Then she nodded at the mechanomonster. “Go.”
While he put his weapon on his back and took position for the leap, he heard her voice on the comm. “Stay put, all of you. Haylen’s taking out the mech.”
One of the hardest things to learn as a Tyrian Tank was the combined attacks, where the amp force had to be channeled in different ways and on different paths at once. It was a charge like the one Haylen was about to perform that had more or less ruined the neural system at a couple of his teammates some years ago, after the T9 upgrade. Haylen was risking a killer migraine once this mission was over, but it was the only way.
He ran towards the MT, it’s cannon fire fizzling at his force field, then jumped forward, putting up his fists as a ram, his amp force both boosting the leap and forming a spearhead in front of him, and he slammed into the MT’s central unit.
The MT’s casing broke and the unit was uncovered and damaged, but still functional. The machine took one step back to keep it’s balance, swinging it’s grapple claws now that the cannons couldn’t reach it’s attacker. Haylen, who had landed on his feet but nevertheless was slightly disoriented after the violent impact, got slapped in the side of his head, but the helmet took most of the hit. He avoided the other claw, and prepared another attack.
“There is movement inside, they’re coming out!” he heard Felicia’s voice on the comm, and captain Avril started to shout orders to the other soldiers.
For Haylen, there was only the MT right now. His amp force flooded around him again, and he jumped up, forming the spearhead around one arm instead of two this time; he had to take a hold of the MT’s cannon with the other hand to not lose half the attack power. He ran his fist into the central unit, the amp spearhead tearing through processors and microchips, and a few sparkles and jerking later, the MT went still, only arm twitching repeatedly, stuck in a loop of commands that didn’t get finished.
Haylen let himself down on the ground in a hurry, knowing he was a sitting duck out here if their targets decided to pick up the fight, barriers or not. He took the gun from his back again and turned around to see the first Alpha Dawns coming out from the main building whose walls were now scarred by the a-can fire, shooting in all directions as they tried to get to their own shuttle, parked on the prepared landing area some hundred meters away. Haylen took cover behind the broken MT, and aimed for the mercenaries’ legs, as captain Avril had ordered them.
It was a quick match from there. Apparently the Alpha Dawn had put all their trust in their mechanical toy, counting on the MT to wipe out the Union task force. Their chaotic attempt to flee resulted in half of them squirming on the ground, the painful wounds from the sponge rounds rendering them incapable of putting up more resistance, and convincing the rest of them it was better to surrender before getting shot rather than after.
The soldiers spread out to keep an eye on the surroundings, in case there were Alpha Dawns out in the terrain. Haylen took post beside Keith between the broken MT and the prisoners, who were rounded up in front of the main building. He took a dose the migraine medicine that doctor Eira had given him to use on missions, a thick cream in a small pump bottle. It tasted weird and left an unpleasant film on the inside of his mouth, but hopefully this one would get the job done.
The medics and TR:s arrived. Leon checked on Haylen quickly to rule out any head trauma, then joined Nyree over at the injured mercs. Xander and Daleen however had stopped to have a closer, wide-eyed look at the broken MT.
“Is that a Federation mechanical trooper?” Daleen said, as distrustful as captain Avril earlier.
“It is indeed a Federation mechanical trooper”, Keith answered. He couldn’t quite hide his fascination with the construct.
“What happened to it? I thought you weren’t bringing any explosives.”
“The Tyrian Tank happened.” Keith sounded… proud?
The TR:s looked at Haylen.
“You did that?” Daleen pointed at the mech.
“With your amp force?”
“Close your mouth, cushion”, Keith grinned at her.
“I’m sorry”, she said, looking at Haylen again, “it’s just that I never really seen the effects of weaponized amp powers.”
He didn’t really know what to answer so he remained quiet. He had almost forgotten that this wasn’t really a thing outside the Elite Forces.
“It is quite impressive”, Xander agreed, looking from the MT back at Haylen. He had a pleasant voice. Which maybe was an odd thing to notice here and now.
“Don’t stand there and drool, start gathering what’s left in there.” Captain Avril looked grimly at the TR:s. Xander blushed and mumbled an apology while Daleen merely rolled her eyes, and they left the MT and the soldiers to go dig up what they could from the main building’s data cores.
Captain Avril walked up to Haylen.
“Nice stunt you pulled there. How long will it be until you’re a twitching mess on the floor?”
Haylen looked briefly at her, then continued his habitual scanning of their surroundings. “Just had meds, so I won’t be.”
“Still, you had to take meds to avoid it.”
He didn’t answer. There wasn’t much to say anyway, was there. If she wanted to provoke a reaction, she needed to put a lot more effort in it than this. He had been honest about the amp issues, they had still let him aboard. If she had problems with that, it wasn’t his to deal with.
“Anyway. According to Leon, your readings weren’t dangerously off even when you went berserk on that mech. I can see it’s a useful ability, as long as you stay upright and functional after.”
He gave her a short nod, slightly surprised by the quick change of attitude, and she went back to their prisoners.
But one victory didn’t win the war, right. In Praesidia, it was up to him to use or not use his amps to get the job done, and if he had to drop out on a gig for health reasons or whatever, they simply cut his pay and that was it. He could show up on the next one, no one would care as long as he pulled his weight.
If he failed to prove himself as a member of the Ignis crew, they wouldn’t shrug and take one day’s pay off. The Union had given him a second chance, and if he didn’t show them he was worth it, they’d kick him out of this field again. And if they did, there would be no more chances.