Auroras
Tale
By
Tarot Barnes
With
edits and advice by JH and Brantley
Editorial note: Aurora's Tale is presented here by the kind permission of Tarot
Barnes. Five chapters were posted at Alternate Histories before he took his site down for a long hiatus, and four of those are mirrored in the first
of three installments at The Bright Empire. But Tarot had completed edits on
all but the last chapter, and offered advice on editing that last for
presentation here.
This was conceived as the origin story for Aurora Fairchild as she
appeared in the Linith and Far series at Alternate Histories (and hopefully, will again). But it could fit just as easily into the Aurora Universe 3 continuity, since it doesn't touch on the historical backstory of Alternate Histories. Above all, it is a fresh take on one of the classic characters of the AU. As Tarot puts it:
"Ever since arriving on Earth, Aurora has been surly, rude to the other
Velorians and condescending to Far. What's more, and to the rising frustration
of her erstwhile allies, she has steadfastly refused to explain how she killed
the Tset'lar.
This is why..."
--Brantley Thompson Elkins
Chapter 1
Seven months ago: Betah Stronberg
The fields leading to the city had once been green. Only a few
weeks before it would have been possible to stand in the hip length grass and
see nothing but billowing viridian waves for as far as the eye could track.
People had joked that they felt they were the only ones on the planet when
standing in those endless acres. This despite being less than an hours walk
from O Imprio Brilhante, the planets second city.
Now the green had been replaced with the brown, black and red of
war. The once lush savannah had been scarified on the altar of combat, its
soils poisoned by gunpowder and meadows reduced to sparse patches of stringy
brown weeds by incessant shelling. Between the islands of dying plants the seas
of mud were stoically guarded by the empty carcasses of warrior machines and
the men and women whod fought along side them.
What remained of the fields had been surrendered to a vast network
of trenches that extended from one end of the ex-savannah to the very edge of
the city boundaries. Within and above them the citys warriors fought a
desperate battle against the encroaching enemy, using every resource they
possessed to stem the black tide.
Yet the tide continued onwards. The opening days had been filled
with small, almost cautious battles that were really little more than
skirmishes as the enemy probed the citys weaknesses. That had changed almost
overnight. When the real attack began the defenders quickly realized that what
victories theyd wrested from the enemy were just the opening gambits in a much
vaster strategy.
The city had held its ground for a day. Even as the divisions
multiplied and casualties mounted, even as the city itself was ruined to the
point where it barely deserved the name, the defenders held the black suited
legions at bay.
But the tide turned and the enemy crashed down on the defenders
like a wave. Now the dawn of the eighth day was barely over, and already a quarter
of the trench network had been overrun, driving the defenders into frantic
retreat.
As the soldiers died in the trenches, the Landwarriors above them
were directed to fire upon the densest portions of Aurean advance, hoping to do
in numbers what was impossible for them as individuals. Yet even as he gave the
order, Comandante Alexandre lvaro knew
that, as over reliant as his enemy was upon its infantry, his armor was next to
useless against them. The largest of his combat vehicles found it impossible to
do more than inconvenience the Primes racing towards him, and would have been
lucky to be considered a danger by their opposites in the Imperial mechanized
corps.
Furthermore he couldnt escape the inherent weaknesses in his
forces. Made slow by their thick shells, and unable to maneuver in any case for
fear of hurting the entrenched troops, Alexandre had to concede the only
thing his Landwarriors brought to the battle were their cannons.
Before the war, Alexandre had possessed an entire division of
the most advanced Landwarriors on his planet. Now, six months after the Aurean
negotiations had failed, he had been reduced to a mere four hundred, none of
which was more than three months old and all of which were already in such
desperate need of repair that some had actually had to suffer the indignity of
being towed into position.
Surveying the field, observing the smoke that flowed over the
desecrated ground like sick fog and trembled with each shell burst,
Alexandre didnt recognize any of the faces poking out of the neighboring
warriors. Somewhere along the line, he knew, there would be three or four that
were familiar, but he hadnt known the rest long enough for them to form any
lasting impressions The attrition of war, either enemy action or simple
reassignment, meant that he would never see his old comrades again.
At least hed seen
his last command; more than three quarters of his Landwarriors were now
controlled by people who existed, at least to him, only on paper. Hed never
seen the majority of his mixed regiment and chances were he never would; theyd
either already been on station before his ninety-eight Landwarrior battalion
hobbled across the savannah, or limped in afterwards.
It had been a surprise, albeit not one as great as he might have
wished, to find he was the most senior officer present. Despite the urgency of
the situation, Command simply had not been able to get anyone more senior than
a Battalion Controller into place. And not for lack of trying; the Aureans had a
terrifying knack for knowing the movements of staff officers.
More explosions roared, this time not cannon fire but hideous
tinny bangs, much like a teakettle exploding -- and the Comandante knew the
Aureans had begun their murder anew.
Aureans, even Betans, didnt like or trust Landwarriors. To a
species that thought it was indestructible, the idea of wrapping yourself in
metal was just asking for trouble; inside your metal shell you were slow moving
and vulnerable. The only reason they used Landwarriors at all was because of
their ability to carry larger weapons, and even then they only deployed what,
under other circumstances, Alexandre would have considered criminally
deficient numbers.
Unfortunately that deficiency only spoke to the qualitative
superiority his opponents enjoyed; even in ridiculously small numbers, the
Aurean Warriors were more than capable of decimating any opponent they came
across. It had once been said that a Landwarrior controlled any territory that
fell under its gaze. The Aureans had changed that, since all too often the first
sign of an Aurean vehicle was the sight of a Porturegan Landwarrior brewing up
as it was struck by a shell from an enemy sitting – or, more likely,
racing – over the next hill.
In addition to their lethal accuracy and unbelievable range, the
vehicles were protected by advanced armors and energy shields. Rumor stated
that it took fifteen well-placed human Landwarriors to destroy a single Aurean
vehicle, but Alexandre lvaro placed his personal estimate at around
seventeen or eighteen. It wasnt just that the Aurean Warriors were tough; they
were smart as well. Like every soldier the Empire had sent to this world, their
crews were professionals, with skills hardened by a lifetime of war.
Unlike their Porturegan counterparts.
Alexandre ducked lower into his cupola as more Landwarriors
blew apart, scoring their surroundings with lethal shards of white hot metal
Even in their attack the Aureans showed their contempt for fighting vehicles.
Instead of firing on any target that came to bear, they methodically
annihilated the Warriors in order of their threat assessment, taking out the
least damaged first and working down from there.
Even as he ordered another volley into the Aurean ranks, lvaro
wondered where his vehicle was on that list and if hed be lucky enough to be
killed outright, or be cursed to a lifetime as one of the innumerable walking
wounded.
Raising his head once again, he felt something flatten his hair
against his skull and heard a section of city wall behind him collapse as
something exploded against it. lvaro instinctively ducked deeper into his
cupola, raising his head after a few seconds only far enough to slowly sweep
his gaze across the field, searching for whatever had shot at him.
He found it in the form of a Betan detachment armed with
shoulder-mounted missiles. Silently thanking the Fair Child for his deliverance
– had the shell struck, it would have left little more than a hole where
his Landwarrior now stood – he ordered the left cannon around and shook
with his vehicle as it ripped the Aureans apart.
Yet the armor hadnt stopped clinking from the vibrations before
his attention was diverted by the sound of torn air and sight of dark shadows
whipping across the field. Even before he turned his head to the skies, he knew
it wasnt their relief. The sound was too quiet, barely a whisper despite being
practically over his head. Only Aurean Airskirmishers were that silent, and he
turned his gaze towards the city, watching the fleeting form pull up sharply,
its payload of bombs visible only in the destruction it brought to entire
streets.
A few native aircraft gave valiant chase to the alien bomber, one
even managed to bounce a few cannon rounds off of its shields, but quickly gave
up when the Aureans guns reduced half their number to ash. Unlike the
surface-crawling Landwarriors, the Aurean Skirmishers had energy weapons like
those mounted upon their spacecraft and werent shy about using them.
Many had speculated, even argued and pleaded that it was suicide
to continue a campaign against an opponent with such terrifying advantages,
both in experience and technology. The Aurean Empire had studied their planet
for decades before invading, it had even infiltrated their society and slowly
subverted it, priming them for the Negotiators-- who arrived in vacuum
warcraft and whose only task was to issue an ultimatum: Surrender, or die.
Alexandre shook his head. To him it didnt matter what terms
the Aureans offered, or even if they offered them at all. He didnt care that
his leaders had ordered, Not one step backwards, because he would have
resisted anyway. As far as he was concerned, he had already received his orders
from a higher source. She had told his planet about the evils of the
Aurean Empire and Alexandre had listened.
Intellectually the Comandante knew She didnt need reverence; that
shed even begged not to be worshipped. But like so many of his people,
Alexandre ignored her because he could only describe her actions in terms
of divine intervention. Her celestial physique aside, the Fair Child might as
well have admitted her goddesshood when she declared her people were sired by the
Ancient Ones themselves. After all, were not her abilities impossible? Had the
scientists not said that what she did was impossible? Had it not been those
fantastic powers that had kept defeat at bay for months now?
No, she had done more than that. Shed been the only effective
weapon his people had against the Aureans. Everything else in their inventory
had to struggle just to stall the Aurean forces, if they were lucky, until She
arrived.
Not, he was reluctant to admit, that she was likely to arrive any
time soon. Sightings of the Fair Child were rare lately. Ever since the
Tsetlar had arrived, the Fair Child had almost disappeared, materializing only
fleetingly in the wake of another Aurean attack.
Without her, casualties and losses had risen to unbelievable levels.
lvaro didnt like to dwell on such matters. Soldiers who spent
long periods of time thinking about defeat didnt survive very long. Instead he
concentrated on the warmth thoughts of the Fair Child always brought.
With Her image in his mind, the world always seemed simpler, more
manageable. The Aureans seemed less like omnipotent demons and more like what
they were; soldiers on the wrong side of the field.
And they were far from undefeatable, the Fair Child herself had
shown them how to exploit the Aureans weaknesses, to play to their arrogance,
to make them believe in your inferiority and, above all else, look to the
Betans.
The Betans were the Aureans major strength and weakness. Not only
did they fuel, maintain and repair the Aurean vehicles, they also made up
ninety-nine soldiers in every hundred. And it was there that they fell short,
for if you plucked at them enough times, even a rifleman would find the gaps in
their body armor and then thered be one less Aurean to worry about.
Peering over the lip of his cupola once again, lvaro saw the
Prime unit hed ordered fired upon smashed, or at the very least, dispersed.
Knowing that it would take them a few moments to reorganize themselves, he
could begin to put his guns to real good.
Re-aiming the turrets for a shallow trajectory, Alexandre gave the
order and, even though there was no actual difference between this volley and
the last, he imagined it sounded louder, more triumphant than the rounds hed
sent against the Primes.
The results were certainly more effective. Great gaps suddenly
appeared in the sea of bodies as countless Betans were blown away by the
high-density shrapnel their bodies, even protected by full armor, reduced to
little more than a red mist.
Still smiling, lvaro ordered another volley, this one aimed high
so the canisters would explode above the enemy and shower them with round shot.
Each piece of shrapnel was all the more lethal for, even if it didnt strike an
Aurean, it would lie in wait until it could deprive some poor Imperial of his
foot. Another volley, and then another rained death amongst soldiers forced to
bunch together as they entered the trenches, or wade across the muddy sea.
Entire companies were decimated and the flow incrementally slowed as the Betans
abandoned their advance in favor of cover on the open plains.
Alexandre was halfway through redirecting his commands fire
once again when the front third of his Landwarrior exploded in flame.
Superheated gasses from the shaped warhead instantly flooded the lower compartment,
not so much crushing as imploding his driver and the gunner before consuming
their remains in a firestorm. The only thing that kept the Comandante alive was
the fact modern warriors were compartmentalized for exactly this reason.
His vehicle disabled and crew dead, lvaro knew he only had
seconds before the heating element at the core of the Aurean shell reduced his
Landwarrior to slag. Scrabbling out of the armored cupola and down one rapidly
warming side, Alexandre jumped the last meter to the ground, rolled in the
mud and ran for the nearest trench. Aurean infantry fire carved the ground
before him, cutting off his means of escape and forcing him to flee for a brick
wall no higher than his knees.
A thunderous explosion shook the ground as the Aurean shell blew
the barely recognizable remains of his Landwarrior into a hundred thousand
pieces of shrieking, white hot shrapnel. lvaro felt two blows to his back and
went down screaming.
By sheer luck he fell into the burnt-out shell of what had once
been someones home, and it was only the scarcest memory of hard-won experience
that made him roll aside and give the Aureans a smaller target to shoot at
through the wall.
For tense seconds golden orange beams burned effortlessly through
the brick and mortar, passed centimeters from lvaros body and vanished in the
depths of the ruins. Alexandre felt the very sweat on his brow boil, and
smelled the torn, muddied remains of his uniform char, yet that was as close as
the lethal rays came. Eventually the marksmen gave up, either assuming their
target was dead, or finding something more worthwhile to shoot at.
Lying prostrate and paralyzed by the pain, Alexandre fought to
perform a rough self-diagnostic. The first hit, he realized, had struck either
in, or just below his left kidney. While agonizing, and without medical
assistance, undoubtedly lethal, he could live with it for a while. The second
strike was more deadly as it had hit him dead center in the socket of his right
arm.
As he lay there, choking on dust, trapped in a bombed out house
with only a half-meter wall between him and his next life, the screams of his
countrymen filling the air, explosions laying waste to the street around him,
Alexandre closed his eyes and prayed.
Please, he half thought, half begged, Protector. If you are out
there, if never before, we need
you now. Please!
But no one responded. No one answered his prayers and no one came.
At least not from the air.
Over there, do
you see him?
See who?
There, in the
ruins. Someones alive.
A third voice answered, Nothing
could live in there.
Really? Look closer!
Fair Child, is
he still alive? The second
speaker hissed.
Hes still
breathing.
Turning his head slowly, the Comandante peered towards the voices
but could see only burning smoke and piles of bricks.
Okay, covering
fire. Fifteen seconds of restricted bursts towards that AM-RaC. Give us ten
seconds to get out there and wait for our signal. See if you can distract that
AT-110 while you are at it.
A few moments afterwards Alexandre could see exactly where
his saviors were and, from the intensity of the automatic bursts, even make out
the expression on their faces.
The next few seconds were a blur of strobe lighting as four men
and one woman -- militia, not regular army from their uniforms -- made a
frantic dash across the killing grounds, dove into the ruins beside him and
started unloading bullets into whichever Aurean thought hed found a juicy
target.
While the woman and three of the men crawled forward to take up
firing positions, the fourth man crouched low over the lvaros body and began
inspecting his wounds.
Where you hurt? he asked gruffly.
My shoulder. Alexandre winched as he tried to indicate the
injury without actually moving. And my side my kidney.
The medic simply nodded and quickly rolled him over, causing his
patient to scream in agony. Fucking hell! What are you trying to do, kill me?
The outburst only earned him an impassive grunt from the man
above. Y want to get fixed or not? The medic started pulling something from
his pack. Now stay still and let me see what I can do.
Against the wall, the woman -- her markings said she was group
leader -- shouted. Himer, whatever you are doing. Move it!
Just give me a sec will yah! Himer yelled back. To his patient
he warned, This is going to hurt for a bit, but it will let y move, before
injecting half a vial of grey goo into Alexandres shoulder and the other half
into his kidney.
For lvaro it was as if acid had been poured on wounds, yet as the
medic promised, the pain lost its edge and let him move again.
Slapping a patch over the injections, Himer gripped lvaros good
arm and heaved him to his feet. But before they could make it, both became
aware of the woman yelling something.
Told them to take care of that RaC. Everybody down! She screamed as a flurry of crimson bursts
pummeled the building, bringing down what remained of its walls and tearing
into their group.
Mud and white powder exploded from each impact. The ground
shuddered, bricks splintered, entire walls collapsed and the street filled with
heavy, cloying dust so thick that even the Aurean gunner couldnt tell what was
going on.
For those hed fired upon the entire landscape had changed.
No one was on their feet. Of the four whod been seeking shelter
behind the wall, one was obviously dead. Even had a burst not decapitated him,
his chest and lower abdomen had been laid open to his shattered spinal column.
Two more, another man and the woman, were lying near where the Aurean cannon had
torn their pathetic barricade apart. There was no sign of the fourth man.
lvaro sensed movement and looked up to see the medic hovering
over him, an expression of pure horror on his blood soaked face as he looked at
the remains of his companions. Slowly at first, then faster, he began to back
away.
Wait! Alexandre called weakly after him. Wait for me. I am
not dead!
Himer didnt hear him, with eyes so wide it was surprising they
didnt fall from their sockets, he turned and ran at a dead sprint back toward
the trenches.
The moment he stepped from the ruins, Aurean GAR fire danced around
him, turning the air into a horizontal murder. For a second it looked to
Alexandre as if he might make it, and then an energy stream sliced downwards,
severing the medics arm above the elbow.
To Himers credit, he didnt stop running. Even with his
lifeblood streaming down his side, adrenaline, or simply instinct kept his legs
moving until a second cascade of beams turned his body into a butchers shop of
assorted meat.
Alexandre lvaro was alone once again.
* * *
Hey buddy you alive?
Alexandre, careful to keep his profile as small as possible,
rolled over and towards the blasted wall and what hed assumed were two
corpses. To his great surprise one of them was inching towards him on its
elbows.
Yeah. He nodded. Just about.
Can you move? The figure asked in a remarkably clear voice
considering its face was practically burnt off.
Seeing the brilliant streams of GARs tearing into the front lines
and hearing the whistle of Aurean bombs collapsing Brilhantes proud spires, Alexandre found himself nodding. I had
better.
Good. Still keeping close to the ground, the figure crept
closer; as it did Alexandre realized it was a man. Because if one of their
Airskirmishers sees us, we are going to get a fingernail.
Fingernails were standard Aurean antipersonnel devices. Resembling
their namesakes in size and shape, the amount of devastation they could bring
was staggering. A handful could devastate a company. Though they were usually
dropped by the kilogram, it was common for an Aurean pilot to release a couple
if they saw stragglers at the edge of a battle.
Glancing back to the other figure that had to be the woman, lvaro
asked: What about your group leader?
The man didnt look around. Shes gone.
Glancing back, Alexandre suddenly saw what he couldnt
before. While most of her body had escaped the bombardment, half the womans
face had been burned right down to the bone and a single disgustingly white
eyeball stared blankly out towards the enemy.
Fair Child! Alexandre breathed, he was no stranger to the
glory of battle, but it still struck him to see a woman on the receiving end.
You are a Believer? The soldier asked almost conversationally as
he shouldered his weapon. Never could get into that myself. Seeing the Aurean
bombardment lull, he spoke something into his radio and, after receiving an
answer, nodded towards the trench. Hope Himer patched you up right because
this is as good a time as any. Get going.
Alexandre tried to get up but the moment he tried to move his
arm his body was wracked with pain. Shaking his head, he motioned for the man
to run. I can not do it. Go on, save yourself.
The soldier shook his charred head looked at him incredulously.
Are you kidding?
No. Unused to having his orders disobeyed, lvaro faltered. I
can not move and carrying me would only slow you down. Four people have already
died; you do not need to join them.
You want me to throw away their sacrifice by abandoning the person
they gave their lives to save? The soldier made it sound like a capital
offence. And who said anything about carrying you? You are going to walk and I
am going to support you.
It makes no sense, the Comandante complained as the soldier
gripped him under his good arm and pulled him to his feet.
Why? Even an Aurean will go after a fallen comrade.
Alexandre couldnt disagree with that. The Aureans might have
marched across the face of the planet, but through it all, the people had stuck
together. Even here, faced with unimaginably superior firepower and a city that
had been bombed, shelled, shot, blasted, and mortared virtually to rubble, the
citizens were still marching up to the lines to preserve their way of life, if
only for a couple of minutes.
The Aureans stepped up their offensive as the pair stumbled towards
their destination. More aircraft dropped below the low clouds to rip into the
city, either pummeling it with missiles, or extinguishing entire streets with
their bomb payloads. Aurean Landwarriors, their competition destroyed, now
turned their fire from the defense lines to the city buildings, raking them
with explosive shells and energy cannons. Not a hundred meters away the last
mobile gun was obliterated as two whole Prime companies overran the front
lines.
Soil showered around the pairs ears as a misaimed shell went wild
and struck close by. The hiss of GARs and the sizzle of rising steam grew
louder as more and more lethal energy extinguished itself in the mud around
them. Both soldiers stumbled as a wall collapsed, crushing an antique window
and showering them in flying splinters that tore at their muddy uniforms and
cut their skin. Bombs and shrapnel shook the battlefield and it seemed as if
the entire city was screaming as it died around them.
Finally, never more than a couple of steps from death, the soldier
and the Comandante made one last heroic leap into the deep trenches.
Fortunately for Alexandre, Himers injections had had their full
effect by the time they made that last jump; otherwise the eight-foot drop into
the dark earth would have left him comatose with pain.
As it was, the leap merely left him feeling as if hed finally
torn his arm out of its socket, as well as both legs, his pelvis and a number
of ribs.
Within the trench the sounds of the war were muted, transformed
into something unearthly, almost as if they were happening on another world.
The realities of war shattered that comfortable illusion at birth; the muddy
walls shook with every shell burst and broken topsoil rained down from what
seemed to be an unending series of explosions. As if that wasnt enough, the
sharp clatter of Porturegan machine guns wasnt hushed in the least and served
as a constant reminder of the fact that what had been the rear to mid-line trenches
were very quickly becoming the front as Aurean soldiers overran their defenses.
Lying in the mud, Alexandres savior raised his head and asked.
You said you were a Believer? Alexandre nodded. Well if I were you, I
would start praying for Her presence right now.
You think I have not?
No, I mean, the soldier jabbed one finger emphatically at the
ground, as in we need her here, now.
lvaro was about to ask what it was about this moment that made it
more urgent than any other since the war had began, when a runner, her uniform
brown with the mud, ran into view. Tripping over a corpse, the woman didnt
even pause while delivering her message; she simply scrambled to her feet and
shouted as she ran.
The front is gone! Command says grab your gun and retreat into
the city. Make the Aureans pay for every meter!
Strangely, this did not cause instant chaos. Despite the terror
the Aureans were trying to inflict, the retreat still bore the resemblance of
organization as soldiers fired briefly over the heads of their colleagues, gave
up their positions and fell back while they themselves were covered in a
staggered pattern that ran across the entire length of the trench.
For an instant Alexandre was proud of his people for that
dedication, their willingness to sacrifice for another person. Then he felt
pressure on his arm and saw the soldier tugging at him once again.
You want to wait for the Aureans? We have got to get out of here!
lvaro nodded and climbed to his feet. Intellectually he knew he
should be watching his movements because the lack of pain didnt mean he wasnt
damaging himself but that thought was suppressed by the survival instinct,
which reminded him, in emphatic language, that it wouldnt matter what shape
his insides were in if the Aureans caught up with him.
Even as he began to retreat, another voice, even louder than his
screaming instinct was another voice. It asked just one question over and over.
Where is She?
Chapter 2
The other side of the world.
The entire region was alive with moss. In place of grass, giant
setas stretched knee high into the air, waving delicate fronds in the wind and
presenting a soft, rippling sea of lavender further than the eye could see.
From above the land appeared vast and flat. Occasional ripples in
the form of hills or mountains could be seen, but beneath the moss carpet
anything less massive was obscured and amalgamated into a single amorphous
sheet.
The largest of these ridges stretched the breadth of the
continent. In this one area the violet hue lost its hold and a thin crack
appeared where sheer cliffs denied even the moss a foothold.
Over the millennia the range had stood as the regions primary
line of defense. Even when the power of flight had been mastered and danger was
no longer confined to the ground, the mountains and their harsh and unforgiving
air currents had provided a more than adequate layer of defense.
Through this granite wall the plum carpet had managed to colonize
only three passageways. In times past two of straits had been barricaded by a
succession of embankments and bulwarks that, in recent times, the Aureans had
taken great pleasure in taking apart, brick by brick.
The third passage took the form of a wide, gently sloping ravine.
At some point in its history there had been a great wall here also, but the
extended peace had proved more destructive than any siege as the town growing
in its shadow gradually ate away at the barrier that had nurtured its birth.
Deep within the deceptively steep valley basin, a small cloud of
earth and moss rose skywards.
Half a second latter the town was shaken to its foundations by the
shockwave.
* * *
Aurora Fairchild glared at her opponent from the pit shed been
driven into.
Grinning triumphantly, TalaAerie licked a drop of blood from the
corner of her mouth. Aurora shuddered; the blood didnt belong to the Tsetlar.
You actually managed to injure me, Fair Child? Tala dabbed the
crimson splatter and glanced at her fingers. Perhaps not. A shame, because any
injury at all would have been a vast improvement over any of your previous
attacks.
Aurora tried, and failed, not to grimace through the pain of a
broken jaw and missing tooth. After such a pounding over so long a time, even
the Viragos body had yielded somewhat but, despite the agony flaring through
every limb and organ, the Tsetlars words managed to strike a nerve. Much to
the Viragos dismay, they werent an idle boast. If the small spray of blood
droplets crawling down the Tsetlars face had indeed belonged to the Aurean,
they really would have been the worst injury Aurora had inflicted.
Seeing the Aurean floating above her, supremely confident in her
victory, Aurora knew exactly what she should do with the perfect opportunity
for a sneak attack presented.
She did precisely nothing, except shift slightly so her ribs would
stop aching so much. From painful experience Aurora had learned just how quick
the Tsetlars reflexes were; Tala might appear relaxed and nonchalant, but it
would take her a split second to react and bat away any strike Aurora could
make.
Obviously Im going to have to ask that they rewrite the books
– again – about the correct approach to dealing with a Tsetlar, Aurora thought grimly.
That was the primary reason Aurora didnt try and exploit the
incredibly tempting opening. The secondary was that she simply couldnt find
the strength.
For almost a month shed fought the Aurean. Their battles had been
waged on and over all three continents, Aurora had grabbed perhaps a few hours
sleep in the last fortnight and been forced to ignore the helpless pleas of
those shed sworn to protect. Her bones ached from the times theyd been broken
and reset, her muscles burned raw from the strain of supporting the continued
war and her senses were dulled by the lack of rest. Worse, her energy levels,
which popular – and personal – belief said were indomitable, were
flagging. After so long, Aurora could barley lift her head, let alone
contemplate launching another assault.
Go ahead, she gasped in Aurean. Finish it and another will
replace me.
Hands on hips, Tala burst out laughing. And will she surrender as
easily as you have? Youre meant to be the best of the Enlightenments Viragos,
Fair Child, and Ive beaten you in a few short weeks. No, she corrected
herself, eyes narrowing, Ive beaten you in one battle! Still roaring with
laughter, she shook her head, How little you understand my kind.
Youre an Aurean. Aurora rolled over, spitting a mouthful of
blood onto the moss. Youre all the same; all you want is death and
destruction.
And power. The Tsetlars eyes glowed lavender, singeing the
Virago with the suggestion of hard radiation. Isnt that something else your
people say about mine?
Aurora didnt dignify that with a response, Tala continued
unperturbed.
What I find strange however, is that in all this time, in all the
thousands of years our two races have been at odds – isnt that another
peculiarity; we never got around to calling this a war? – your glorious
Enlightenment has never seen that we, Aurean and Velorian, both have the same
goal? We both desire peace and order throughout the galaxy, we both wish to end
the blood that so many of our humans shed in their needless wars. Its only our
methods that differ; Velorians prefer to hope their example is enough, while we
favor more stringent methods of control.
Had Tala spoken without a smirk on her face, Aurora might have
believed her. Instead she answered.
You mean you like to massacre humans like cattle.
Tala shrugged. Only the weak. Its a kindness really; with our viral
technology its not like they feel anything when we uh, we cull the herd.
You call that a kindness! Aurora spat, rubbing her aching jaw as
her overtaxed immune system finally got around to knitting it.
Compared to other methods we could choose, compared to some of
the techniques they themselves have come up with? Talas eyebrows rose in
genuine surprise: Believe me, putting them to sleep is very kind. And, really,
what do a few million matter in a population of billions?
To those millions? Everything. Aurora answered, slowly crawling
out of the hole, every bone buzzing with pain.
But we improve the species as a whole, the Tsetlar simply
shrugged and floated above the Virago.
More people have died from their own pollution than from anything
we will, or have, done to them. Before we came along and started upgrading
their technology, your Protectorates were killing themselves with fluorocarbons
and petrochemicals. Now look at them; those people under our jurisdiction have
health care, efficient waste management and renewable energy. By contrast the
Porturegans youve prevented us from accessing live in squalor, have to choke
on the fumes generated by the combustion engines of their war machine and pay
for chemicals that only alleviate pain instead of cure their illnesses.
All appearance of joviality fled from Talas face as she dropped
to within a few feet of Aurora. As hard it might be for you to admit, were
doing a better job of protecting these people than you are. I mean, you have to see that were the best thing to have
happened to this world? We might some take millions during the annexation, and
a few more in the purges, but if we werent here theyd be killing each other
just the same.
Pure burning furry forced Aurora to her feet; Until you came these people hadnt fought a war in a hundred and fifty years!
Who said anything about war? Tala asked bobbing innocently in
the air. The corporations were well on the way to bringing this planet down
long before we arrived. Dumping pollution, over harvesting resources, bribing
politicians, consolidating profits over people? All these factors add up,
Aurora; our pre-invasion analysts estimated that without our help in the next
twenty years, fifty million people would die from curable diseases. With our
technology – with your technology for that matter – creating
vaccines and cures is the work of a few hours.
Whats your point? Aurora asked warily; her energies were
returning but she wasnt yet ready to stage her next attack.
Quite simply my dear Fair Child. Tala paused just long enough to
remind the Virago of the honorific her protectorates insisted upon using. If
we kill ten million in this war, Skietra, if we kill twenty million, yet cure those diseases we save thirty million lives. And that doesnt even begin to address the
millions well save by clearing up the ecological damage and pollution theyve
created.
If you continue to fight -- Tala jabbed Aurora hard in the chest
-- and if you somehow defeat us, then you might as well kill those fifty
million yourself. Itll be kinder in the long term. Whats more, if you do push
us off the planet those five million whove died already will have done so for
nothing.
The cold logic of the numbers slid into place in Auroras mind. She
knew that they werent simply idle ruminations or theoretical projections, the
Aurean Empire really had done such wonders for the worlds itd conquered. She
was also aware that her world had not performed any such miracles, except to gift
planets with Protectors, because Velor did
believe in leading by example.
It pained her in ways she couldnt properly articulate to admit that; her
instincts screamed for her to coddle her planet, to demand that her government
cure its illnesses and clean up its environment, but she also knew not to
indulge that seductive voice too much.
Humans should not
learn to rely on her species
like those in Aurean controlled space did. If for no other reason, shed seen
the speciation that could spawn from such reliance. The Aureans called that
subspecies, Guse: Pets.
Guse were an
extreme example, of course, and even the Aureans occasionally admitted it had
been a mistake to allow humans to evolve along that path; but what they did to
the rest of their captive population was little better.
The irony was that Tala had been right; Velorian and Aurean aims
were identical. They both wanted to nurture the human species, but their
methods couldnt be more different. Velor believed it was better to stand back
and allow humanity to evolve naturally, except when truly exceptional
circumstances -- like, for example, an Aurean invasion -- demanded intervention.
Aurea didnt.
Aurea thought that direct intervention was the best way to improve
humanity. They stopped at direct genetic manipulation, thankfully; but as Tala
had freely admitted, thought nothing of killing millions to save humanity from
itself. It didnt matter whether this was during the initial occupation or when
they improved the gene pool by simply euthanizing those with truly incurable diseases
or blonde hair. So far as Aurora was aware, the Aureans had never justified that
particular decision.
Yet concern for their welfare was not the only reason the Empire
hungered after her Protectorate; it needed them. Maintaining a civilization as
vast as theirs was expensive, and as prolific as the Aureans were, even they
couldnt hope to manage the untold billions of humans in the galaxy by
themselves.
Especially not when humans were so much better at it than they
were.
It wouldnt be a cruel exploitation; the Aureans had long since
learned they got a better per capita return if humans actually liked their captors. The sad thing was that it actually worked most of
the time. To a civilization as vast as the Empire, it was nothing to buy off
its conquered peoples with comfortable lives, especially when most of the tools
to that end could be constructed locally.
In return for the high initial cost, the Empire got the resources
of an entire planet and a workforce numbers in the tens of millions.
But they wouldnt care for them, not as Aurora and the rest of her
race would. At least she hoped not; it was hard enough to think of the purges
Tala had mentioned without imagining that the people committing them might do
it out of some kind of love.
And purges were just only the most visible aspect of the damage
they inflicted; the Empire also wounded their humans in ways that were
impossible to quantify. Early on Aurean academics had realized that change
equaled chaos, and chaos was obviously contrary to well being.
And because of that decision, regardless of what they spouted, the
Aureans were ultimately the greatest hypocrites the galaxy had ever known.
Ultimately, they had no intention of truly nurturing humanity.
They might be able to justify strengthening humanity – if that was the
word for slaughtering anyone who didnt conform to Aurean ideals. But to nurture
something meant allowing it to grow and the Aureans caused stagnation on every
world they touched. The situation was so bad, Aurora knew, that worlds captured
during the Empires formation three thousand years previously hadnt changed
since.
Again, three thousand years had made the Aureans almost sickeningly
successful. In areas such as culture, where some movement was not only
necessary, but also impossible to avoid, allowances were made although only so
that it served their purposes. The humans, with their short lifespans, couldnt
see it, but over the course of centuries it was obvious that fashions, styles
and trends were being turned through one large endless cycle.
No one was publicly restricted from expressing themselves –
studies revealed that such obvious shows of repression led to unacceptably high
levels of dissension – at least not so long as they didnt cause outrage.
But vogues could be created simply by ensuring that certain artists or
designers (generally those that relied on past fashions for inspiration)
received more attention than those that showed true originality.
Murder, subjugation and endless stagnation was the fate waiting
for the Porturegans if they lost this war. It was the reason Aurora stood proud
before her enemy and why her voice had such authority now.
If they die, at least they die free.
Tala snorted decisively and spat on the blood soaked moss.
Freedom? Its an overrated lie. Just how free are they, Aurora?
How free are you for that matter? You are free to patrol this planet. You are
free to live and die amongst weak, short-lived humans. And finally, if you
are lucky enough to survive your tenure, you are free to return home and pine
away your last days as a bureaucrat within the Protector Council.
She waited just long enough.
Assuming your injuries have not, by that point, precluded even
such minimal activities.
It was Auroras turn to snort.
Those are just the requirements of any civilization upon its
chosen few. I might ask what Freedoms the Empire places upon you? Eternal
battle? The autonomy to die on any world of their choosing? The liberty to
swear devotion to an Emperor youll never meet, or the sovereignty emplaced
upon your genes, your desires, by the geneticists who made you?
Tala yawned.
And you were doing so well. Really, Fair Child, falling back upon
genetics? Even if you didnt belong to one of the most infamously engineered
castes of the Galaxys most recognizably artificial species, it would be a bad
defense. What do you think happens among ordinary Aureans when a man and woman
couple in hope of producing a child? Even before they get into bed a thousand,
a hundred thousand selective processes have taken place
to determine that childs future.
Strength, height, hair shade -- Aureans were universally dark
haired so shade was the only variable left to them -- intelligence,
personality. Theyre all factors narrowed down before their child is ever
conceived. Ill admit the probability of any one particular trait being
manifested arent as certain as in either of our kind, and the failure rate is
considerably higher, but ultimately its just a more primitive version of the
system that produced us.
How is that dissimilar from the way our parents – our real
parents, those who worked in laboratories and white coats – selected
which of our genes would manifest? The only difference between us -- she waved
her finger between herself in the air and the Virago on the ground -- is
evolution; Im a daughter of the new regime, one which designs its warriors
from the molecule up, while you belong to a system which still requires the
more primitive methods of physical and emotional selection between two statistically
random adults.
It is that union between statistically random adults that gives
us our strength. Aurora said coldly. The love of our parents makes us unique
and fully actualized individuals. Your computer controlled conception robs you
of something youll never understand.
Love? Tala cocked her head. You think we have no love? You
think we have no concept of that emotion? Do you know nothing about us!? Our emotions, our passions are what make us
strong! Can you honestly believe that the Aurean Empire would spend a century
developing us, invest the resources of whole planets, entire legions of
warriors and thousands of its best scientists in a project, only to allow it to
fall flat because they forgot we needed emotion in order to function!?
Despite herself, Aurora stepped back at the Tsetlars unexpected
fury. It was a new development; in all of her previous encounters the Aurean had
never taken anything, except the Viragos humiliation, personally.
Yet even as she watched, Aurora saw the anger vanish from her
nemesiss face as easily as a cloud fled from the sun. Giving the Velorian the
bored look of a child tiring of a new toy, Tala somersaulted head over heels
away from the Virago. Aurora tensed to pursue, but found it unnecessary since
the Tsetlar had moved barely a few inches and was now beaming down at her.
Though she was careful to maintain a steely exterior –
showing weakness before an Aurean was like waving bloody meat before a Kintzi
– Aurora inwardly cringed. That smile meant Tala was about to launch an
entirely different type of attack.
Leaning forward in midair and lowering her voice to a
conspiratorial whisper, Tala asked. Do you want to know the real reason why
Ive been fighting you?
No answer, Aurora could feel her muscles bunching in preparation.
Not interested? Well Ill tell you anyway, its quite simple
really. Ridiculously obvious if you think about it – which, as your
continued presence reveals, you obviously havent.
Still Aurora remained silent, biding her time, and her strength,
for the assault to come.
Tala appeared almost affronted by her silence. Are you sure you
dont want to even make a guess? she probed. Its not what you think.
Aurora twitched slightly, not in response to the Tsetlars words
but so as to better position herself. Deep within her muscles, she could feel
the power building, feeding upon itself like a primitive beast gorging on her
renewed strength.
Really sure? Tala teased, a grin switching her lips.
Not a clue why I might have decided to tease out these last few battles
instead of merely, I dont know, beating you to death and conquering this
planet?
Aurora tensed one last time. Just
a few more seconds! She fixed
her eyes on the Aurean and tried not to smile, Thats all I need
I wanted to distract you!
Every iota of tension, every joule of power thatd been building
inside Auroras body was suddenly released in a sudden sharp shock that shot up
her spine like the crack of a whip. It was only through a supreme act of will
that she could bring herself to gasp. What do you mean?
With each word shed spoken, Tala had been raising herself higher
and higher above the valley. From her new vantage point she looked down at the
white dot superimposed upon the lavender pasture and sneered, Is your
knowledge of Aurean that poor? Id heard Velors educational standards were
slipping but never believed it till now. I wanted to distract you, Aurora, so
that you are where I want, rather than where youre needed. Its not a
difficult concept.
But why? Aurora asked, almost praying that the Tsetlar had
arranged an ambush; at worst that would mean only her death.
Talas voice dripped with sugar, Because, my dear, a few days ago
two hundred and fifty thousand Aurean warriors marched on O Imprio Brilhante!
Auroras expression imploded, her exclamation stillborn. The idea
of so many Aurean troops entering the worlds largest city was unimaginable, it
was like hearing Velor had exploded.
Spurned on by her adversarys shock, Tala sighed and relaxed. Vindication,
at last. You know youre pretty tough, Fair Child, far tougher than any of the
other Protectors, or even Viragos Ive killed, which is why I decided to keep
you alive once it was clear you were beaten. Not too healthy of course –
Im hardly stupid – but alive, just so I could see that expression when you realized how much of an utter moron youve
been.
Not all of my sisters agree with my methods you know; some are
quite boring without a single artistic inkling. They prefer to kill and be done
with it, but Ive found theres nothing more satisfying than seeing your enemy
at that moment when shes learned that all her efforts to defeat you, all her
planning and guile and so called strength have just prolonged her agony and
proved how utterly inferior she is. That youve actually stopped and listened
to me tell you how inferior you are when you could have
been saving Frail lives is hey!
But Aurora didnt hear the Tsetlars scream of outrage. Even if
shed still been standing the deafening roar of blood in her ears would have
blotted out the sound of the Aureans voice.
She didnt even feel the impact as her fist struck Talas jaw, or
see her fall; she hadnt thought about the action -- which was probably why the
Aurean hadnt been able to predict or block it. Under any other circumstances it
might have been the perfect opportunity for a counter attack but Auroras mind
was moving even faster than her body. It was already in the besieged city,
watching the helpless citizens being slaughtered and raped by the Aurean army.
Tala no longer existed in a mind so filled with horror and fear,
except as an obstacle between her and the people who were dying because of her.
If shed given the Tsetlar a thought, she might have realized the punch had
probably saved her life since now that shed had her pleasure from Auroras
humiliation, Tala would never have let her leave the valley.
If shed given the Tsetlar a thought, shed be dead. Instead her
instincts and training took over, fueled by the hard-won memory that, despite
the disparity in their strength, Tala could never hope to catch up with her
once shed reached her speed. Even the moments clemency that the punch had
brought was enough.
Not that it would make any difference. The Tsetlar didnt need to
catch her if she knew where Aurora was going.
But Aurora never even considered that, she was too busy
concentrating on angling her trajectory for the perfect sub-orbital course -- a maneuver that, despite being
faster than anything on the planet, she knew would bring her to the doomed city
far too late.
Feeling her muscles tense and ripple against the expanding
G-forces and her face burn against the rushing atmosphere, Aurora rose like a
star above continents and oceans. She saw stars and the moon rise above the atmosphere
and grow to unreal proportions before soaring up out of sight as she immersed
herself in the turbulent gasses once again.
Auroras depleted energies prevented her from achieving a true
sub-orbital, or even truly exiting the atmosphere, but the massive influx of
heat absorbed from the super-compressed air was more than enough to lift her
out of the most abrasive layers and into a zone where the angry roar of
disturbed oxygen was soothed to a quiet whisper.
Normally the sight of land and sea turning below her would
normally have comforted Aurora with the beauty of her Protectorate, but now
each slowly passing landmass was a painful reminder of her failure. Far from an
omnipotent goddess, the Virago was forced to face the fact that, even in peak
condition, a trip halfway around the world would take her the better part of an
hour. In her present condition it would take considerably longer.
More numbers flowed through Auroras subconscious, edging out the
fear as her training took over. Her instincts gauged factors, judged mass and
strength against wind speed and friction, provided a course and, when the time
came, told her when to begin her descent.
* * *
Racing towards the planets surface, Aurora saw the devastation
the Aureans had brought to the once green and beautiful land. The sight of the
blasted savannah was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes, but it was
nothing when compared to the acres of abandoned trenches, the fields of wrecked
artillery and the tens of thousands whod given their lives in defense of what
had once been a great city.
It belonged to the Primes now. Thousands of them swarmed through
the streets and it was every bit as terrible as Aurora had feared. Nothing
breathed where the Primes had walked; any noise, any motion, any sign of life
at all brought instant screaming extinction as the Aureans dragged men, women
and children out into the streets and tore them in half.
Behind the swarming bodies, the roads and buildings were painted
red with blood and offal. Endlessly flowing, diverging, bisecting and
converging, the Primes moved and killed. Regardless of its form, if it lived,
the Aureans slaughtered it. Flanked by Betans and supported by their machines
the Aureans were unstoppable.
The city refused them though. It refused them with every fiber and
resource, with every brick in every building. It resisted them with its people.
There were no longer soldiers and civilians, there were only
combatants. Their weapons ranged from guns to branches, knives to fists. Their
effectiveness ranged from negligible to worthless, yet still the people fought
on out of desperation.
Wherever the two sides met, human life expectancy could be
measured in seconds or minutes, yet their resolve did not waver. Somehow,
despite the relentlessness of the Aurean onslaught, pockets of resistance
managed to subsist amongst the ruins.
From two person squads to entire companies, they fought a running
guerrilla war. Hundreds of them were dying with every passing second but such
was the citys size that even with a million torn and bloodied bodies behind
them, they were a scant fraction of the living population. Even in the military
survivors, for every unit a Prime caught and neutralized, a dozen more
continued to rain fire upon their attackers.
The sound of destruction was unimaginable, individual gunshots
could no longer be heard; they merged into a single unwavering ripping scream
of metal striking Aeneucrete, steel and flesh. Masonry exploded as burnt out
shells of buildings were blown away by artillery or cleansed by streams of HGAR
fire. Streets were ripped up in horrific explosions of sound and color as those
few artillery pieces to have survived the massacre outside the walls fired
their death in deafening booms. Regiments died in the carnage, their bodies subjected
to the most brutal fate imaginable by shrieking shrapnel. Overpasses shook the
air like thunder as they collapsed onto freeways, crushing uncounted thousands
of abandoned cars beneath hundreds of tons of rubble. Monuments were
obliterated and temples defiled as the people who took refuge within were
destroyed by the aliens who found them
And intermixed with the hellish sounds of a city dying by inches
were the screams. They rose above the rest of the noise, piercing the souls of
the living, providing an organic counterpoint to the deafening demolition.
The Aureans didnt scream, at least not in pain. They screamed in
anticipation when they found another holdout, or in pleasure as their bloodlust
was momentarily gratified, they shrieked when they wrenched bone from joint,
and they cried when they destroyed another piece of Brilhantes infrastructure. But they made no sound when
they died. Such was the weight of artillery being brought to bear of the
streets that whenever a chink was found in Betan armor, it was over instantly.
Most Betans didnt make it very far into the city limits. While
out on the plains theyd had cover to protect them from the Porturegans fire,
every aspect of the citys terrain had been optimized for their doom.
With their escorts gone, that left only the Prime core.
Yet it was the Betans that caught Auroras attention, or rather
the lack of them. It took the Virago precious seconds to locate the missing
Aureans, and when she did it took her even longer to work out why they were
where they were. Instead of flanking the thrust of the assault, theyd
surrounded the city.
Their reasoning didnt become clear until the Virago spotted a
group of survivors attempting to flee the slaughter in a truck. Having escaped
the hellhole that had been their home, the small vehicle barely cleared the
smoke before being immolated by an Aurean anti-personnel missile.
And that truck wasnt alone. Now that Aurora looked away from the
decimated city she could see dozens of tiny flashes ripping into the outskirts
and incinerating anyone who somehow escaped the murderers at their backs.
It was only then that Aurora realized what the Aureans wanted:
genocide. They had no strategic goal or tactical objective, there was only
slaughter. The Aureans didnt intend to capture the city; they wanted to kill
it. They wanted to massacre its people as punishment upon the world that had
resisted them for so long, as a harbinger of the depths to which they would
sink in the name of victory. That was why they hadnt simply reduced O
Imprio Brilhante to a crater with a nuclear device, and risked so much materiel in
the assault; they wanted something that would devastate the planets soul.
The Aureans had no intention of letting anyone within their ring
survive.
The thought of such needless slaughter brought bile to Auroras
throat, almost making her change course and dive on the Betans. While they
might laud their superiority over helpless civilians, the Aurean might as well
use harsh language as the weapons in their hands against an enraged Virago.
Somehow, she found the strength to ignore the Betans and stayed
her course. While punching a hole in the perimeter might allow a few civilians
to go free, the time shed use rescuing a few hundred could spell the doom for
tens of thousands.
Aurora struck dead centter in the middle of the largest Aurean
gathering where a group of Primes had been ready to ambush one of the citys
last heavy guns and gut the troops surrounding it.
With the constant pound of war. they never noticed her meteoric descent
-- and in a matter of minutes they would never notice anything again.
Fifty Primes had gathered to rush the soldiers, and then planned
to turn the gun on the city before running through the heart of Brilhantes civilian population like a buzzaw.
Had they know what was about to happen, the slaughter would have
been one-sided; any ten of them could have overpowered the Virago with ease.
But with their minds entirely focused on the Frails, none seeing their airborne
opponent until it was too late, the unit went from fifty to eighteen, and from
eighteen to none, in less than a minute.
Aurora was airborne and heading for the next group of Primes even
before the last Aurean finished collapsing.
If an outcome for the day had to be made, it would have been called
a draw. Though the Aureans were thrown from Brilhante, not
one building, road or person escaped without damage. The death toll was in the
millions; the city was all but razed to the ground and its defending army
devastated.
When the last Aurean had fled over the distant dunes, the Virago
turned her attention back to the place shed abandoned in her quest. It might
no longer be a symbol of prosperity but already people were turning to the
survivors and the incalculable numbers of its citizens that lay trapped beneath
the citys corpse.
Little of Brilhantes infrastructure
had survived the battle and even picks and shovels were in short supply. Hands
were likewise limited but every one could work did work, whether it was
digging, nursing or just carrying water.
Aurora was the citys greatest asset and not just because her arms
could carve effortlessly through aeneucrete and steel rubble that would have
posed an impossible barrier even to industrial equipment. Her eyes and other
senses were even more useful for directing others to victims, food and
equipment was trapped; even her power of flight was indispensable in
transporting materiel across the vast leveled city or past impossible barriers.
But as swift as she was, Auroras could not relieve the unfathomable
human suffering around her. Even working to her limits
she couldnt save more than a fraction of the wounded and dying.
Eventually, with darkness closing in, she was forced to surrender
to the inevitable. She loathed herself for leaving; it went against every
instinct to leave her people in pain, especially when she knew that she could save their lives but she couldnt ignore the
fact that while the remnant of the army that had attacked Brilhante was in retreat, there were other armies across
the planet that werent.
Ultimately it came down to numbers. As one of the surviving capitos had told her; winning in Brilhante
would cost them the war. She could save more lives
by fighting the Aureans than by rescuing victims.
One of the last people she dragged from the ruins came out of a
collapsed cellar and wore the tattered uniform of a Landwarrior Comandante.
Blinking upwards, his eyes red and watering from hours in the hazy
room, the man still managed gaze upon the Viragos yellow, matted hair, filthy
uniform and encrusted skin as if she were Skietra incarnate.
The Fair Child? He almost whimpered, flicking his eyes to her
feet and barely restraining himself from kissing the bricks she stood upon. Is
it you?
Aurora had just sighed and extended a hand. It would have been
nice if she couldve said his was the most extreme response shed received;
instead it was borderline average. No matter what steps she took to avoid the
stereotype, the people of her Protectorate seemed determined to worship her.
The incident would have merged with the fuzzy haze all her
memories from the past few months had passed into, had the man not stared at
her with such intensity as she lifted him out of the hole.
Setting him down on the wrecked street, Aurora finally couldnt
take his glare any longer and snapped. What! Why are you looking at me like
that?
Far from his earlier deferential reverence, the soldier continued
to stare at her with red-flecked eyes. You were not there. Why were you not
there for us? We were dying and we needed you, but you did not come. Why?
For an instant Aurora was about to tell him her truth; that shed
had more important things to do; because shed been trying to save his world;
because there were creatures a thousand times more deadly than the Primes hed
been fighting and shed been trying to hold one of them at bay.
Then the smell of fresh and clotted blood, shit, pus and open
wounds struck her. For the first time she really saw the lacerations thatd cut
deep into his muscles and metal fragments that were buried in his flesh instead
of ignoring them as part of the background horror. At that moment she realized
her truth, was not necessarily the
truth.
A truth was
that she had been doing her job fighting Aureans. Her truth was
that shed been risking her life fighting the planets greatest threat. The truth was that while shed been risking her life, these people had
been giving theirs, and theyd done so doing her duty.
Looking at the soldier and feeling the pain in his plea, she could
give the only answer that applied.
I was arrogant and it cost a lot of people their lives. It wont
happen again.
And it wouldnt, she would make sure of that.
Chapter 3
The bunkers floor swayed and shook with the walls and ceiling.
The low lighting flickered and returned, flickered, faltered and failed.
Just when it seemed the light was gone for good, the lamps glowed dimly, nearly
failed and then returned.
Distant explosions
echoed throughout the complex, keeping those awake on edge and rousing the
sleepers. In the secure room at the centre of the complex though, the
soundproofing was such that even a Virago could hear only faint echoes of
destruction.
All things considered, it was a quiet day in the war. The events
of the past week had produced more than enough noise for both sides. Todays
aerial bombardment was simply a pointed reminder that the Aureans had not yet
been banished from their world.
The room, even had the lighting not been on the verge of failing,
would have been dark. What light there was pooled beneath an intense blue ring
that encircled a large octagonal table in its center. One man sat at the
tables head, a tall woman stood nearby, observing the somewhat threadbare
tapestries depicting ancient victories. The man was dressed in crumpled, deep
violet fatigues. The woman wore much less.
The inescapable reality, Ms Fair Child, is that we can not afford
another Brilhante. General Anselmo Teixeira, commander of Betah
Stronbergs military forces, sighed wearily. He was a large man, almost as tall
as his companions two meters, and he wore a bristling salt and pepper
moustache that normally called attention to his size. From the way he was
slumping in his chair, though, a casual observer could have been forgiven for
thinking he was a small man, especially when compared to his Amazonian
companion. What assurances can you give me that such an event will not recur?
I have none to
give. Aurora, whose thoughts had been literally miles away, sighed.
No? The moustache
wobbled in surprise. That is a surprising statement. Not one I would expect
that from a Virago.
Quickly bringing
herself back the room, and the reason she had been invited, she shrugged and
tried to sound nonchalant. I will not hide from the truth.
Neither can we, it
would seem. Teixeiras attention drifted to a monitor set into the table and
its tableau of destruction.
No. The blue strip
lights combined with the monochrome displays to drain what little emotion
remained on Auroras face. But I do not expect them to repeat such an attack.
Oh. Teixeira raised
his head out of his chest. Why is that?
Precedent. Aurora
answered. The Aureans are methodical. They have been acquiring planets
for a very long time – longer than your world has been populated in fact
– and they follow the lessons their possessions have taught them.
They have progressed their art to the point where they think they can predict
responses, even draw up a standardized timetable of events. And their program
always provides for the possibility of a massacre, usually if the war is going
poorly. Such massacres drain enemy morale and make surrender seem justified.
But The General
started.
But they will only
try it once; if the world has the stomach to survive one slaughter more
butchery will only intensify resistance.
The generals
eyebrows, which were almost as bushy as the moustache, met in confusion. That
is your only reason?
Not my only one, of
course, Aurora quickly backtracked. Even a successful sacking of a major
industrial centre is expensive in terms of troops and materiel, and Brilhante was not a successful sacking.
It almost was.
Teixeira reminded her pointedly.
Yes it almost was,
Aurora grudgingly conceded. But if intelligence is to be believed, the effort
cost them dearly, body counts--
Indicate that every
third Aurean who entered the battlefield, did not leave it. I know.
Teixeiras voice bore more than irritation. But our casualties were even
higher, and while every Aurean we face is a seasoned warrior, my people are
still re-learning the realities of war.
And theyre learning them all too well. Aurora held her face absolutely steady. I do
realize that, sir, but with respect to the departed, you can always train more
people. The Aureans will not land more troops so long as I am alive.
And so long as the
network remains intact, Texeira retorted, speaking of the vast network of
sensors orbiting beyond his worlds moon. It had taken a decade to complete but
once in place it formed a unique web that was so sensitive it could detect even
the stealthiest of Aurean vessels.
Exactly. The Virago
chose to take his sentence at face value. They may be more effective on a
battlefield, but so long as you retain the numerical advantage, victory is
still possible. There is also another factor we must consider; the effect on
the Aurean psyche.
I do not
understand? One of Teixeiras eyebrows twitched, I thought Aureans liked
killing?
They do, but even
Primes can not maintain the bloodlust to slaughter an entire city. It
requires a Aurora gritted her teeth, unique mind to perform such a feat.
It can not be that
unique. They devoted a tenth of a million soldiers to that assault.
But only a few
thousand entered the city. With a few hundred berserkers in their ranks, the
less enthusiastic Primes simply followed their lead.
Teixeira considered
this, then nodded. Who knew even an Aurean could get tired of killing? It is
enough to know another slaughter is unlikely, I would prefer a guarantee but,
if nothing else, this war has taught us how unrealistic such an expectation
would be. He sighed and straightened slightly in his chair. At least the
fighting is over with and civilian authorities can oversee he caught Auroras
gaze. What?
It is not over.
What is not?
Teixeiras eyes flickered to a monitor displaying Brilhantes smoking, but still untaken, corpse. The
Aureans are in retreat, their forces on this continent are
in tatters and--.
I wasnt referring
to the Aureans. Aurora descended into the chair next to him. Im talking about
your people.
I do not
understand?
Do you know what
effect this attack is having on them?
Aurora could almost
see the thoughts cascading behind the deep eyes before her, and resisted
sighing. Please, Skietra, tell
me he understands. Tell me that half a year of fighting has given him some
impression of just how enormous an effect war has on people. Of course, her own people had been informally
at war with the Aurean Empire for millennia and the only impact itd had on
their lives -- aside from the Protector corps -- was an intense dislike of
anything with dark hair; but Aurora chose not to dwell on this point.
The General looked
like a man whod been asked what color the sky is and was trying to find the
trick. It will demoralize them?
Fairchild breathed a
silent thank you to Skietra; he had finally made a connection between military
and civilian worlds. Yes.
But that is
obvious? Teixeira shrugged, And not my concern. Such matters are for the
civilian administrators.
To ameliorate the
damage, yes, said Aurora, exasperated. But if you do not do something that
gives hope to your people, your problems with the Aureans are only going to
multiply.
The General waved his
hand in dismissal. We are already overstretched; diverting troops is--
Not what I am
talking about. Aurora interrupted as tactfully as she could. Warriors make
poor police. What you, and your people need right now is a victory, a clear
one.
We already have
that, you smashed their garrison at Chinturga and cost the Empire a thousand men and women.
But I was
the one who won that victory. You contributed little more than a scouting
element and they had to be evacuated when the Aureans spotted
them.
And you believe that
we will need to achieve a victory on our own to counter Brilhante? Teixeira asked, with a curious tone in his voice. His
despair was beginning to lift. He almost chuckled as he went on, If it
were that simple this war would have been over before it began.
Aurora nodded. That
is exactly what I think.
And have you given
any thought to how this miraculous change might come about? I am sure I do not
need to remind you that our victories against the Empire are few and far
between.
You do not. Aurora
bowed her head graciously, and the cascade of golden hair hid her smile.
I was thinking of a token effort; a single, highly visible, yet vulnerable,
target against which you can throw all of your might.
The Generals smile
was more visible, but less joyous than the Viragos. And would this
target walk, or rather, fly, on two legs and possess hair the color of
midnight?
Stunned that he had
so easily anticipated her, Aurora had to gather herself before she could reply,
Yes, that is exactly what I was thinking Tala is clearly a threat to us
all--
She is a threat to
you. Teixeira shook his head. Not to us. I have seen no evidence that the
Tuhset Lar has shown any hostility towards the Porturegan people, indeed she
appears to be taking every opportunity to avoid contact with us.
The Zetlar, Aurora savored the correct pronunciation, is an Aurean. Shes an enemy to us all!
Maybe. The General
nodded. But that does not change the fact that she has yet to show the least
interest in harming us. Until she does, I have no intention of enraging her.
And what of the
thousands shes murdered in the past? I have seen the reports of the people
this woman has butchered. Auroras lips curled at the idea that she shared
even the same sex as her enemy. In desperation she pleaded, In Skietras name,
dont you see the threat she poses?
Of course, Teixeira
answered briskly. And that is exactly why we will not pursue her. Our
resources are stretched thin enough without having to engage a Tsetlar.
Aurora bit her lip.
I would consider it a personal favor if you would do this.
Teixeira gazed
implacably back at her. I hope, he said with great deliberation, that you
are not serious. While I cannot deny that your assistance has been monumental,
can you not realize how impossible your request is? Short of full-scale nuclear
bombardment, we do not have the ability to destroy even a single Prime. How
would you propose we destroy a creature more powerful than yourself?
Aurora didnt have
that answer. She had hoped to commit him, and then improvise a plan with the
Porturegans. Swallowing, she played her last card.
Please?
I am sorry. The
dark hazel eyes softened slightly. Aurora had been a pillar of strength
from the arrival of the first Aurean scouts, but now she was pleading like a
little girl no older than his daughters.
Im begging you.
Aurora swallowed heavily. I can not
defeat her, and if she kills
me i-it will takes months for my replacement to arrive from Velor and I
fear for what will happen to you.
Teixeira didnt
answer immediately, because that wasnt in his nature. Instead he paused and
waited for Aurora to raise any other thoughts while he organized his own.
It was a habit that, when seen along with his expressive eyebrows, had
given him a reputation as being somewhat slow witted. Porturegans who had
jumped to that conclusion usually lived to regret it. The few Aureans who
had met him and come to the same conclusion usually didnt.
Now, he reflected on
Auroras motives, and finally achieved some understanding of her dilemma.
When he finally answered, it was with a deep sigh and a long shake of his head.
I am sorry, but I cannot agree with you. Tala does pose a threat, and if she
succeeds in he couldnt bring himself to say kill, defeating you, our
chances of survival are less than those of a raybur amongst a group of
pakislaks. Nevertheless, I cannot risk our immediate present against a
possible future. Moreover I can not ask so many people to give their lives for
a single person.
Have you asked
them? Auroras voice sounded as if it had come direct from one of the poles.
I am sure that if you did, they would answer differently.
I am certain they
would, the General concurred. And that is precisely why I will not give them
the option. A military is not a democracy -- one person must command. If asked
a great many people, even those who do not see you as a divine goddess, would
flock to your banner, and we can not afford the diversion of effort or the
casualties such a mission would sustain.
His great chest rose and fell as he raised his hand to forestall
her objection. That is my final word on the matter. I am truly sorry but there
must be another target for us.
Aurora bit back her
bile and squeezed her hands into fists behind her back lest the anger take
another form. Instead she forcibly reminded herself that she was at the behest
of her Protectorate, not the other way around. Teixeira was, at least as
far as any Porturegan could be, a military genius, and when it came down to it,
he was probably right. Slowly, her nerves calmed and she unclenched her fists.
Finally she asked,
Do you have any suggestions?
In answer, the
General tapped a few keys set into the table before him and turned to a large
screen set into the wall. A world map, colored by the amount of territory
controlled by either side, materialized. To the both of them it was reassuring
to see that, despite their advanced technology and near-infinite strength, the
Aureans had managed to capture only a small fraction of the planets
surface. It was less reassuring to know that their holdings enveloped most of
the militarily valuable fractions of the planet.
A few more clicks
augmented the East continent and its vivid green grass; a couple more isolated
a city and the huge, obviously Aurean structures surrounding it.
Aurora raised an
eyebrow. You want to go after one of their starships? Despite her wonder, she
was impressed that they would go after such an imposing target.
Not quite.
Teixeira actually allowed a small smirk to appear on his face
before he used a stylus to open a video file. It was less than a minute long
and showed the area at an even higher level of magnification, but even so,
Aurora had to stand before she could make out the tiny column of men and
machines emerging from a starships vast shadow.
Whats that?
That, Teixeira rose to stand beside her, is the Aurean Sixth
Infantry.
Impossible! Aurora exclaimed. I destroyed them two months ago.
Apparently not.
The General brought up a collection of secondary images, captured
from a variety of angles and all clearly displaying the markings of the Aurean
Sixth on every uniform and machine.
Intelligence compiled these a few days ago, its assessment is
that you smashed only a part of their true number, and that the rest were still
in hibernation. They have yet to come up with a reasonable explanation as to
why the Aureans have not reanimated them before now.
This isnt one of the new ships? Despite her casual tone of
voice, Aurora was inwardly cringing. It was to her shame that while she was
occupied with Tala, the entire remaining Aurean fleet – at least half a
dozen vessels – had rushed the planet and landed deep within the Aurean
zone. Teixeira shook his head.
No, its a transport; Georgrego,
2172.
Auroras brow furled in concentration. That ship was bracketed by
missiles as it came down, is it possible some of the incubation chambers were
damaged?
Teixeira shrugged disinterestedly. That was Intelligences
assessment as well, but the damage was to the bow of the vessel, far away from
where soldiers are usually sequestered. It does not really matter; these
soldiers are here and I think they provide us with an opportunity.
How? Aurora studied the repeating image. There have to be
twelve thousand Aureans in that column.
Twelve thousand four hundred and fifty. Teixeira corrected. All
of them Betans.
The Sixth that I fought was
unusually small, and entirely
Primal, this must be the Betan component, Aurora mused aloud. But youre not
sure?
There are three that might, might,
be Primes. We are still
checking but we expended most of our agents getting what little we have. He
waved to the collection of animated and still images. Aurora tried not to
notice how he euphemized the dead.
If there are any Primes at all, you will need me, she warned.
I know. Originally we were going to use you as the vanguard of
our attack, but, after hearing your advice I think, given their restricted
numbers, we can keep your involvement to a minimum.
Auroras attention returned to the screen. That is still a lot of
Aureans. More than you have ever engaged and satisfactorily defeated. What makes
you think you can take them?
Several reasons. Teixeira walked along side her and began
ticking off his fingers. One, they are new to this world. Youll remember how
sluggishly the initial invasion force responded to our climate; we managed to
achieve several victories in that first month that we now could not. Being
recently released from stasis, these new troops will no doubt have the same
problems adapting.
Probably true. Aurora – who had her own opinions about why
the Aureans had performed so poorly – cocked her head in consideration
and, mimicking his earlier attitude, asked, But that can not be your only
reason?
The General ticked off another finger. For the moment they are at
half strength. From their movements we have determined that they are not
going to be assigned additional reinforcements, rather they have been allocated
to a new unit, meaning they will remain underpowered for some time to come.
Another large digit went down. We have also determined that they have not been
fully provisioned, making them vulnerable. He touched another finger. Despite
this, they have been ordered to move out along the Serra do Caixhador with only minimal support. We conclude
that their intention is to reinforce the Brilhante units.
The mountains would
make them easy to ambush.
Aurora almost smiled; she was warming to the idea. Assuming you could get some
personnel into position youll forgive me for pointing out that this sounds
incredibly convenient?
We have had similar concerns. Teixeira agreed. But you can not
deny that their destruction would be an excellent response to Brilhantes slaughter.
True But the Viragos response indicated her mind was not on
the conversation. I am wondering, though, why I was not made aware of this
earlier. You have known of this column for some time and obviously put a great
deal of thought into attacking it. As the only person on your side with
extensive battle experience, I should have been brought in sooner.
You were occupied at the time. Teixeiras eyes bored into the
Viragos.
Surely I was not so occupied that The penny dropped and Aurora
remembered exactly what she had been doing when the column was discovered. Her
eyes broke contact with the Generals. I am sorry. I spoke before I thought.
Yes, Teixeira replied without rancor. But to the problem at
hand. We were going to hold off the attack for another month, until the column
exited the Mahatran pass. The map expanded back to show the whole mountain
range and then augmented a narrow ravine. Do you think we should act sooner?
Within the next two or three days would be preferable, Aurora answered.But
I realize how impossible that would be. Even so, you should not wait more than
a week--
We could stage an assault the day after tomorrow if it was
required. Teixeira responded coolly and without an ounce of the pride he was
feeling. The majority of our forces are already moving into place.
They are? Aurora was astonished, You have managed to pull
enough forces to smash ten thousand Betans?
Teixeiras smile faded slightly and he shifted his stance. Not
quite. The One Hundred and First Cavalry was already in the area and weve been
able to support them with elements of the Thirty Second and Ninety Eighth Light
Infantry; but we were hoping to infiltrate at least another division of ground
troops. Theres nothing left of the Second Rapiers, but with luck we could have
moved in some more aerial units He sighed. I suppose we can act without
them; there are lots of passes in those mountains, with the right terrain we
should maintain the element of surprise.
True. Aurora
nodded, reading the statistics accompanying the human units. But even then
theyd be engaging a force two dozen
times greater than themselves.
So far all of your victories have occurred when the numbers were reversed.
They have. The
General shrugged. But they have also been in open terrain where we required
the numbers to counter the Aureans superior technology and experience. In the
mountains the limited space will be to our advantage.
Again true. Auroras lips curled. But you intend for the bulk
of your forces to be made up by cavalry? Landwarriors would be ideally suited
for the slaughter, but they do not move well in rough terrain.
They will move well enough, Teixeira responded. In the eight
generations since our last war, my people have had nothing but time to refine
and test our machines.
Yes, its just a shame you didnt think to
improve upon them, Aurora
thought to herself. It had been a very
long time since the
Porturegans had fought a war and their military had been maintained, at times,
only by the unceasing warnings of a succession of Protectors.
Unfortunately,
without a threat to promote constant evolution, the Porturegans faced the first
Aurean assault with military technology identical to that of a hundred and fifty
years earlier.
Are you sure? Aurora raised a golden eyebrow. I have flown over
those mountains, theyre pretty steep.
The Landcruisers will prevail. Teixeira announced confidently.
If we are to attack within the next few days, the terrain will not be as ideal
as their commanders might like, but the machines will function.
And air support? Aurora turned back to the map. You mentioned
that possibility?
It was the fashion amongst Porturegan generals to show little
emotion, and Teixeira usually followed that to the letter; but now the gleam
thatd been in his eyes all through his announcement vanished. We could have
placed a squadron of Airskirmishers within striking distance of the pass in
three weeks, but if we are forced to move our timetable up, then there is no
way they can be involved.
What were you thinking of using?
Long range barragers and surface attack craft.
Good choices. Aurora thought about it. And well miss them She briefly debated offering her services but
quickly vetoed the idea; this was meant to be a Porturegan effort. Im still
worried about the Sixths vulnerability though its not like the Aureans to
place their units, particularly a Betan force, out in the open like that,
especially without their satellites.
Destroying the Imperial command and control ship (and consequently
causing all of their surveillance satellites to crash) had been one of the
first major victories in the war.
You have not been watching the trend. Teixeira replied, Ever
since Brilhante, they have been rushing troops from all over
the continent to reinforce their army you truly scared them.
I cleared up.
Aurora retorted. You put the fear in them; they never expected you to hold out
as long as you did.
Giving her a glance
that said he had different ideas, Teixeira covered his mouth as he yawned.
Perhaps, but that argument can wait for another time. Now we must attend to
the moment and while you have the fortune not to require sleep I most certainly
do, and I will have to get these orders changed before I go to my cot He
looked up, curiosity in eyes that hadnt seemed quite so red or lined a few
minutes before. Unless there is anything else you feel the need to discuss?
Nothing you need to worry about. Fairchild allowed herself a
small smile. It wasnt that she didnt like these briefings; on the contrary
Teixeiras deep voice was usually a pleasant distraction from the war, but it
was not the only distraction and after the violence of war she had an itch
thatd been waiting to be scratched for quite some time. And now if youll
excuse me, I have some private business to attend to. It is not like the
Aureans will dare attack any time soon... -- the occasional boom of a distant
explosion made a liar out of her-- Not seriously at least, she rectified.
Of course?
Teixeiras moustache bristled as the old general gave her a tired smile, if
anyone deserves a rest it is you.
Thank you. Aurora
bobbed her head. I am not sure that I deserve such faith after my recent
actions, but the thought is appreciated.
Teixeiras
purple-covered shoulders raised and sunk in a shrug, What is done is done and
whatever your transgressions if indeed they are transgressions you have done
more than enough before and to credit a little tolerance. Without you after all
we would not have a Brilhante to mourn over.
Aurora expected to
twitch at his mention of the destroyed city but instead his warm tone only made
her smile in gratitude, Thank you, General. Now, if youll excuse me?
Of course. He
gestured to the door, watched her retreating backside and then returned to his
maps, silently swearing to himself that, before going to bed, he needed a cold
shower.
Teixeira had known
the Virago practically since shed landed on the planet, but even know he
didnt entirely understand the power she held over his people. Part of it was
her personality, which was forceful, commanding and yet almost infinitively
kind, but there was something else. Aurora was so powerful and yet seemed so
young. It seemed impossible that the youthful expression hed seen so many
times could hide the most lethal warrior he would ever wish to meet, yet hed
seen it happen more times than he liked to count.
Teixeira shuddered,
from lust or resignation he couldnt tell, and tried to concentrate on the
mission. At least hed gone for most of the meeting without staring down her
cleavage.
* * *
Alighting upon
the warm hill, Aurora made a cursory check of the surrounding area to check she
truly was alone before almost skipping into the deeper shrubbery surrounding a
dense copse.
In contrast to the
desolation of the plains surrounding Brilhante, the small hill was a haven. Every tree and
plant glowed with life, viridian leaves stirred in the breeze and overripe
fruits dangled in succulent glory. Insects chirped softly from their places
amongst the branches and the call of a large turr searching for its mate could
be heard over the wind.
With senses still
vigilant for hidden observers, Aurora floated deeper within the thicket. Her
passage was invisible, with feet inches clear of the lush green grass she left
not one twig broken or leaf bent. Even her uniform, which could glow brightly
on a starless night, muted itself to the point where she was a mere shadow
against the brown trunks.
Finally she arrived
in a small clearing. The sun was not quite over the horizon and it dappled the
glade in a lazy yellow light.
Everything was still,
even the insects were silent.
All right, youre
not impressing anyone, Ive been tracking you for two minutes now. Aurora
called out into the dusk. When there was no response, she turned and faced a
patch of shadow that appeared no different than any other. I thought youd
have learned by now; you cant hide from me.
The shadow shifted
slightly and detached itself from the trunk. As it approached the glade, it
gained depth and form. Gradually, distinguishing features could be made out. An
unruly thatch of dark brown hair tumbled out from beneath a black cap and
spilled down the sides of a dark round face whose eyes, despite their steely
blue hardness, betrayed a surprising softness.
Auroras own face
softened with the sight, and it was all she could do not to rush up, take the
man in her arms and hug him until his bones creaked. Instead she composed her
emotions and, in a disapproving tone of voice, warned. Youre off station,
soldier. What would General Secretria Casimiro say if I were to tell him that
his planets premier vacuum Comandante was AWOL, traipsing about in a darkened
copse just waiting for the Aureans to capture him. Again.
Benigno Allvariz
just grinned and rubbed the back of his neck. Oh, I am sure that wouldnt
happen; not with a powerful Virago around to protect me.
And who says I
would? Aurora asked, crossing her arms. If you were foolish enough to wander off
into the countryside, perhaps Id let them take you as a lesson?
But then what would
you tell Casimiro? I am after all a valuable asset to my worlds military,
representing eighteen million moras, tens of thousands of work hours, at least
half a forests worth of paperwork--
And Skietra knows
how much hot air. Aurora stifled her laugh. I think you learned your lessons
in PR too well.
Putting his hands on
his hips, thrusting his chest out and turning his head up and to the sky, the
man adopted the same confident grin that could be seen the world over on
posters the world over. Well I am the great Benigno Allvariz, vacuum
Comandante extraordinaire.
Aurora waited; Beni
was only able to hold the ridiculous stance for a couple of seconds longer
before collapsing into a laughing heap.
Okay, so maybe Im
not quite as great as the Vacuum Core Elite might wish, he admitted.
Aurora tilted her
head and looked the sprawled man up and down. He was one of the few men
actually taller than she was and though slightly on the lanky side, his arms
and legs bulged pleasantly from years of hard work. Hmm I dont know, Beni,
you look pretty great to me.
Benigno stopped
laughing long enough to raise his head. You really think so?
I wouldnt be here
if I didnt. Aurora answered softly, taking a few dignified steps towards her
paramour, only to be surprised when he stood swiftly and effortlessly swept her
off her feet and started raining kisses upon her face and neck.
The Virago squirmed
pleasantly in his soft embrace as he lowered them both to the grass. After
weeks of nothing but the cruel hardness of Talas muscles, the feel of his
slightly soft body against her was a welcome change.
It couldnt last
however. As enjoyable as his enthusiasm was, a tree root was sticking between
her shoulder blades and even she couldnt ignore it for long.
At least not when
there were far more pleasant distractions at hand.
Okay, okay. Enou--.
She chuckled as his lips covered her, muffling her words and making cotton wool
of her thoughts. Gracefully turning her head this way and that, trying, without
much success, to avoid his enthusiasm long enough to complete a sentence.
Finally she gathered enough of her thoughts to playfully break her
lovers embrace and hold him away while using her powers of flight to lift them
both off the intrusive root.
I said-- She tried to speak though she was beaming so much she
was mumbling -- Benignos almost frantic adoration wasnt helping either
her word formation, or mental processes -- I said, thats
enough.
No. Beni beamed back. What if I do not want it to be enough?
I am quite comfortable here.
Aurora directed her gaze towards the grip she was exerting on his
arms. When she spoke next it was with a grin. Somehow I doubt that.
I am lying atop my goddess. He grinned back, I would still be
comfortable if a chiternick had singled me out for her young.
That is a very big bird. Aurora giggled. Are you
absolutely sure about that? I mean I could probably go and find one if you
wanted.
Would you really waste our time together in such a way? He
retorted.
Good point Aurora grinned and, taking a firm grip on his
shoulders, rolled them over so that she was straddling his waist. But lets
see how you like having twigs stuck in your back.
Benigno winced at the sudden discomfort, but maintained a
boyish grin. It is ah, a bed of petals my goddess
Aurora frowned in mock annoyance, Thank you Beni, but you know I
dont like to be called that.
But you are, at least to me. I mean, He reached up to gently
squeeze her breasts through her uniform with his large hands, what else could
describe such divine perfection?
Good genetics? Aurora tilted her head and playfully shook her
chest, enjoying the expression on her lovers face as he tried to hold her
bouncing flesh. But as you said you and I didnt come here to discuss that.
Ive only a few hours before the Aureans miss me and start making enquiries.
And, She laughed, touching the tip of his nose, you know how insistent they
can be.
More than most.
A touch of pain entered Allvarizs voice and, almost reflexively
he felt his right shoulder where, a few months earlier, a Betan had decided to
speed his interrogation up by breaking a clavicle. That had been the day before
hed met Aurora for the first time, a day before shed broken him, and every
other surviving member of his crew out of their cells. By then the
Aurean medic -- or at least what passed for one in the POW camp -- had set the
wound, badly, and accelerated the healing.
His shoulder had
never completely healed. One would have had to break it again, and reset the
bone -- a procedure that had no guarantee of success, and an all too likely
chance of making the injury worse, even if theyd had the surgeons available to
perform it. Which, again thanks to the Aureans, they didnt, not for a non
life-threatening operation.
But there were compensations, as the warm body gently undulating
against his stomach proved. He still had no idea what had made Aurora single
him out for what she called special treatment. It wasnt an apology for what
her dark cousins had done, and it wasnt sympathy for his injury -- there were
others far more deserving for her tender mercies. She just
genuinely seemed to like and respect him, in which case he certainly wasnt
going to complain
Returning his mind to
the present and the woman atop him, Benigno allowed his hands to drift to
her sides. And what do you propose we use this time for, my goddess?
Oh, I think we can come up with something. Aurora smirked,
wiggling her hips further down his body until she could feel a hard protrusion
pressing against her panties. And-- she gave her hips an experimental
wiggle-- I think you do to, my Gentler
At the mention of his Velorian soubriquet, Benignos expression
suddenly became more serious. Are you sure about that?
Very sure. Aurora laughed, rubbing herself harder
against his rising erection.
No, Beni shook his head, I mean about us, here and now? You
said what being intimate with a Porturegan does to you, how it can make you
weaker, more vulnerable?
More gentle is the word youre looking for. Aurora kissed him on
the lips, And after the past few weeks, thats exactly what I need.
But the Aureans! Benigno yelped as he felt her fingers working
their way into his trousers
Can wait. I need
this, Beni. I need something,
something human. Something soft and well not so soft-- she giggled feeling
his hardness-- but something that can be protected and loved, and which
reminds me why Im here. Why I must never allow something like Brilhante to happen again. She paused her furtive fumbling and looked
directly into his eyes. Think of it as your contribution to the war effort.
Allvariz pretended to think about his options for a second. So
youre saying I could stay here and make love to a warrior goddess,
or I could refuse and we will play cards or something?
No. Aurora shook her head, momentarily breaking the fading sun
with a cascade of corn yellow hair, Im saying that were going to make love
right here, right now. Your permission is welcome but not necessary. Do you
understand? She grinned, feeling him stiffen even more.
Feeling the Viragos powerful fingers begin to stroke him,
Benigno realized just how little influence he had over what was happening,
especially now the scent of her own arousal was beginning to fill the glade.
Nodding, he smiled and said, Uh yes maam
His enthusiasm sent a surge of sudden dampness to Auroras nether
regions. As a Velorian she enjoyed casual sex but nothing turned her on more
than a lover who really wanted her, and she loved Beni more than anything.
The sudden scent of wildflowers melted the very last of
Benignos resistance. Any thoughts of preserving his lovers strength were
replaced with the desire to see her beautiful face twisted in orgasm.
Almost of their own volition, Benignos hands came up to her
magnificent chest and squeezed the sensitive flesh through the silky fabric.
Aurora moaned in pleasure and fumbled under her uniform, pulling at her
invulnerable top until one breast slipped free.
Immediately Beni switched his attention to the gently swaying
teat, making Aurora gasp as amber heat rose inside her. It had been a long time since she had had a man; the war had forced unexpected
abstinence upon her and the hot sparks being generated by Benis touch were
shockingly intense.
Benis hard fingers pressed deep into her soft flesh while his
thumb played her rubbery nipple, using all of their strength to squeeze and
play with it, generating small shocks of pleasure that that made her body
quiver and jump.
As good as his hands were making her feel, she knew that it was
only a shallow precursor to the pleasures to come. Yet as much as she knew this
and wanted to move on, she found it impossible to do so because it would
require removing his hands from her chest and ending the exquisite sensations.
Greater sense prevailed however and with a hiss of frustration,
Aurora pulled his hands away from her and roughly hoisted her top over her
head. At the sight of her magnificent globes, Benigno growled and pulled
himself upright bumping her roughly back onto his legs, locking his mouth
around one hard nipple while his hands busied themselves on the firm flesh of
her back.
The sensation of his sucking mouth at her breast and his tracing
fingers along her spine was too much for Aurora and she jerked sharply as her
passion peaked. With every moment that passed she could feel wet heat bubbling
within her, feeding on lust and sensation, and cresting just this side of
completion.
And they hadnt even removed all their clothes yet.
It was a mistake quickly corrected. Benigno barley knew what
was happening to him as Aurora quickly stripped him of his jacket and shirt,
barley taking heed of their fragility, before pushing him down on his back and
tasting the salt on his broad chest.
Allvariz endured the hard edge of her tongue for a few moments
before wrapping his arms once again behind her back and rolling them over so
that he was on top. The change of direction meant nothing to a being who was so
accustomed to the freedom of the sky. Aurora simply held him tighter, wrapping
her legs around his hips and using her flight ability to press their bodies
close together while her lips made their way up his chest and neck.
As her kisses reached Benignos mouth, her hands had moved lower,
grasped the waistband of his trousers and underwear together before pushing
them down.
Aurora purred in delight as her eyes came to rest on Benignos
erect manhood, and oddly found herself split two ways. Her body desired
foreplay. It wanted to be teased, excited and pleasured. It wanted to waste the
night dancing on the edge of passion and to be pleased by a virtuoso.
Her mind however knew that this was impossible. It knew that
theyd be lucky to have half a night before she was recalled and besides, the
slickness between her legs said that after a month of abstinence, she required
little in the way of foreplay to be satisfied.
After seconds of indecision, she made a deal with herself and,
while one hand snaked its way around the back of Benignos head, pulling him
deeper into their kiss, the other was tugging at the lower half of her uniform.
Kicking the white scraps of material away into the bushes, Aurora
began sliding up, inviting her lover to lavish her body with attention as she
directed him to the apex of her desire.
As Auroras breasts came into view, Benigno couldnt help but give
them each one last kiss. Gnawing on the tender nubs of flesh with his lips and
swirling his tongue around the soft tanned flesh. Auroras coos of pleasure
told him that she appreciated his attention, but way she effortlessly detached
him from her nipple said she wanted more.
As Aurora continued to slide up under him, Benigno continued to
ravish her golden skin, more precious than the gold she wore to protect him,
kissing the flat expanse of her stomach and giving her bellybutton an
inquisitive poke with his tongue before descending even deeper between his
lovers outstretched legs.
Auroras passion was reaching crisis point as she gently forced
Benigno further downwards. Ever considerate, he resisted her long enough to
explore the perfect smoothness of her lower belly, his maddening patience and
delicate caress causing liquid fire to gush inside her.
With a less than gentle shove, she got him back on target.
The mere sensation of his breath was like fire against Auroras
ultra-sensitive petals, making her clench ineffectually at empty air.
Auroras chest heaved and she moaned again; she wouldnt be able
to stand much more of his teasing. Keeping one hand firmly on the back of his
head, she brought the other up to cup her breast, pulling and squeezing it
deeply, adding to the liquid pleasure her lover was drawing from her depths.
Please The Virago begged as Benigno extended his tongue and
gave the very tips of her sexual lips a tiny lick. Please. More. Then, when
her lover returned to his agonizing teasing, she said more insistently, More!
The vacuum pilot heard the raw desperation in her voice and
acquiesced, to a degree, by wetting his fingers in her desire and using them to
gently probe the Velorians innermost being, stilling their movement with every
quiver he elicited before moving ever inwards.
While his hands were engaged, Benignos mouth never stopped
moving. Without breaking contact with her skin, he nuzzled his way up her
innermost thigh, leaving a wet trail almost indistinguishable from the floral
nectar whose taste and scent was driving him insane.
A single honeyed drop had gathered on the pearl of her desire and
the sight of it was just too much for the lust crazed Porturegan. Leaning
forward he extended his tongue and pressed it deeply into the Virago.
At the touch of his soft flesh against her sex, Aurora tensed, her
hips bucked and her fingers sank deeper into her breast as a small climax
crashed over her body.
More! Auroras mind screamed, no longer able to even contemplate the
thought of more maddening. Instead her hands
abandoned her breasts to press Benignos head deeper between her thighs.
Somehow shemanaged to avoid turning her lovers head to pulp in
her passion, and was instead rewarded with ecstasy as Benigno placed the
flat of his tongue over the length of her sex and began to lap up her fluids in
earnest.
As his lips and teeth ravished Auroras nether lips, and his
tongue played with her clit, Benignos hands rose up her sides, slowly stroking
her soft skin and surrounding her heaving breasts. For a moment Aurora was
content to let him, then the pleasure grew too intense and she brushed one of
his hands aside to replace it with her own stronger one.
Kneading and twisting the firm flesh, Aurora panted sharply as her
hips began to shudder. Through the haze of pleasure that came with being on the
cusp of climax, Aurora became aware of Benignos hand sliding on top of her
own, pressing on it and using its strength to enhance his own.
As Benigno tried harder, the waves of pleasure began surge
faster and faster, building into small hills that crashed over Aurora until she
couldnt tell where one ended and the next began.
Aurora knew she was on the road of no return; that even if
Benigno stopped now it was too late. But as inevitable as that outcome
was, thoughts of his leaving her now were unthinkable and she clutched his head
harder to her sex and squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm finally exploded
deep within her body
Auroras head snapped back her eyes suddenly flung open but
unseeing with the intensity of the pleasure. Raw ecstasy pulsed through every
vein and fiber of her being. Wave after wave crashed outwards from the
epicenter of her sex, shaking her body to its soaking wet core.
Eventually the orgasm had to pass and the pair of lovers collapsed
to the ground. Panting their exhaustion, each stared at the other for a second
before Benigno breathed. That was impressive.
Youre telling Aurora gulped another a lungful of air, me. You
were incredible.
Thank you Benigno grinned and leaned down to lick one last
drop of essence from Auroras vulva, causing the Virago to shiver delightfully.
Are you up for more? Auroras tone made the question a challenge
and she smirked as she issued it; she had yet to meet a man who could turn down
the chance.
Of course. Benigno replied, crawling up her body and
kissing her deeply on the lips. Any time you want and every time you need me.
But what of my strength? Aurora teased. Are you no longer
afraid of wasting it on your body?
Fuck your strength, Benigno cursed.
No. Aurora smirked, spreading her legs so that his manhood was
pressed against her pubic bone. Id rather you fucked my body.
Of course, my goddess. Benigno answered slyly, and was
rewarded with a sharp flick on the nose.
What have I told you about calling me that? Aurora asked, but it
was clear her heart wasnt in it. Instead of letting Benigno answer, she
undulated her hips so that his hard shaft came to rest just before her
entrance.
For a couple of instants he remained there, teasing Aurora with
the head, barely entering her before withdrawing, only to press into her once
again, extracting a series of soft whimpers from the Virago as she valiantly
struggled against her compulsion to end his actions and pull him forcibly
within her.
Auroras legs had curled over her partners hips. Initially shed
been content to let them remain there, simply resting on the back of Benignos
thighs while he entertained her. But no longer, Benignos minute thrusts had
breached some subconscious threshold and suddenly her legs turned to warm
steel, locking Benigno in the deepest part of his lunge.
Smiling up at his suddenly confused expression, Aurora grinned
predatorily up at him and whispered in Benignos ear, No -- more -- foreplay.
With each word shed contracted her legs a little bit more,
drawing Benigno helplessly into her depths one half inch at a time.
The sensation of feeling Benigno inside her was unbelievable.
After so long in abstinence it was almost like that magical night when shed
first lain atop a man. Yet more important than the pleasure that drove thought
from Auroras mind was the sense of intimacy, the scent, the sensation of his
skin brushing against hers, the surge of his pulse imbedded so deeply within
her vagina. They all screamed of the love and affection she knew existed
between them.
The connection was almost telepathic. Gazing up into Benignos
blue eyes -- so unusual, she remembered thinking when theyd first met,
especially on a world whose population was almost as dark as Aurea itself --
Aurora could feel the bond between them deepening even further, to the point
where she could almost sense his thoughts, and feel his desire.
The physical connection became a secondary concern as Benigno
reached his depth and bottomed out within her. The sense of connection at that
moment was bliss. It wasnt raw sexuality, but gentle pleasure that was exactly
what she needed. Aurora wanted to avoid the madness because it wasnt what she
needed. As much as the role of a gentler was to restrain her strength, it was
also to soothe her emotional needs, and while she might enjoy a hard fuck, she
also needed to make love.
Very slowly, Benigno began to withdraw, Aurora was far too
engrossed in the uniquely female sensation of being filled to hinder the
action, and even if she hadnt, the pleasures of his movements would have made
doing so impossible.
Her reflexes kicked in just before he withdrew entirely. She
wasnt sure thatd been his intention, but her legs didnt want to take the
risk and locked behind Benigno.
A soft groan arose from Auroras throat as she moaned, No
escape lover. Not yet. And grinned, almost delirious with pleasure as she
began to constrict her legs again, scraping the ridges of his shaft pleasurably
against the wet walls of her sex.
I can think of no place Id rather be entrapped. Benigno
answered, his movements no longer his own but rather an extension of Auroras
arousal. Trapped between warm thighs, Benigno winced as he fought to hold off
his own climax and asked. Am I to have any part of this?
In answer Aurora wiggled her hips, causing the Porturegan man to
bounce up and down slightly. The unexpected extra force behind the involuntary
thrusts against her clit drove small squeaks of pleasure from between Auroras
lips and elicited several more inadvertent hip jerks before she could speak
again. You took all the control before. Now its my turn.
As it should be. Benigno winced from an entirely different pain
as his hand wandered down to Auroras sex and began to massage her clit, making
her legs flex in sympathetic pleasure.
Do that again and Ill come. Aurora hissed, then grabbed her
lovers hands as they moved back to their target. Transplanting them further up
her body to the needy slopes of her breasts, Aurora shook her head, When I decide.
Not before.
Yes maam. Benigno whimpered, his last words of the evening as
Auroras pheromones finally finished converting his higher thought processes to
jelly
Sensing her lovers ultimate submission, Aurora merely smiled and
lay further back, content to let her legs manipulate Benigno into pleasing her
in the ways she needed.
For Benigno, sex had
descended into a sensuous hell. Simply being with the Virago was nearly enough
to make him spend himself early, actually being within her was heaven,
especially when she began to flex her vaginal muscles in ways that were so
uniquely Velorian. But what tormented him was the fact that, even if he tried,
he couldnt breach that final precipice and give himself release; every time he
did, Auroras internal muscles would squeeze him hard enough to stop his
approaching orgasm without restraining his passion.
As Auroras peak approached her thoughts became even more
nonsensical as every synapse polarized towards the ultimate goal of completion.
Every sensation, from Benignos hands on her breasts to the rapid fluctuations
of her sex, to the brush of the ground as she rubbed her head back and forth
against the underbrush.
Her entire body was alive. Undulating in time with Benignos
thrusts, she flung her arms back and tried to hold off the coming storm. It was
a task made all the more difficult when Benigno began to suck softly on the
base of her neck, making her quiver down to her curling toes.
All the while Auroras pants were getting stronger and deeper,
rising in time with her passion and peaking with each thrust into her body. Her
hips thrust up with her suddenly arched back, effortlessly lifting the uncaring
Allvariz as she felt a surge of wet pleasure deep within her sex.
Pure ecstasy exploded within Auroras body, flushing her skin and
making her force her lover too her even as she squeezed him intensely from
within. In the depths of her orgasm she grasped his head between splayed hands
and pulled him into a deep kiss before waves of pleasure snapped her head back
and banged it repeatedly against the ground. She couldnt control herself; the
frenzy was so intense she squeezed her eyes shut and screamed loud enough to
startled birds half a kilometer away.
For long seconds Aurora held that position, floating above the
ground while her body quivered in minute expressions of the monumental
pleasures coursing through her form. Finally it broke its seizure and began to
thrust spasmodically against Benigno as she slid down the backside of her
climax—and finally triggered his. He screamed with joy few men could ever
know as he poured his love deep into the Velorian goddess.
As the last of the pleasures exhausted itself within her, Aurora
made a few gradually diminishing squeaks of joy and rubbed herself up against
her lover.
Pecking him gently on the nose, and then allowing her lips to
drift down to his own, Aurora delicately brought Benigno out of his
pheromone-induced euphoria and whispered.
Was I as good for you as you were for me?
Benigno, his head still spinning from a combination of Auroras
pheromones and sheer disbelief over what had just happened, began to laugh,
You are a Velorian; a being made for love, and my mate. How could it possibly
be any other way?
Good. Auroras smirk became playful. Because with that
beginning, I know youre not a once a night male.
Chapter 4
Seen from the low
flat plains, Serra do
Caixhador was a
fortress of unimaginable scale. Its vast bluffs rose from the ocean and impaled
much of the continent on its barbed walls, sheer canyons and sharp precipices.
Millions of years ago
Caixhador had started life as a fragment of Betah
Stronbergs core. Baked by the heat, battered by the tides and crushed by the
pressure, it had eventually broken free of its hellish prison and risen to the
surface like a demonic soap bubble.
Tectonic had plates
had slowed its upward progress, but never stopped it. Over the course of
millennia, the malevolent mass of molten rock had broken the crust and forged a
red citadel from the very bones of the planet.
Its arrival had been
heralded by choking black cloud and flaming skies as earthquakes and volcanoes
erupted across the world. And yet, over the course of a million years, Hells
fortress was conquered.
By incremental steps,
eons of wind, rain, sleet and snow took the edge from its granite peaks. Small
plants found their way in and were followed by the advance of animals.
Eventually humans arrived on Betah Stronberg and inexorably pushed their way up
wherever they could, carving trails into narrow defiles, forging paths through
wind-blown passes and finally completed the humiliation by founding a city in
its peaks.
The monster was
broken, but had kept some of its claws. When a far more powerful species
surpassed humanity for dominance of the world, it refused to yield and forced
them follow the same hard paths it had grudgingly ceded to their predecessors.
One of those routes
was in use now. At the bottom of a wide ravine, surrounded by thousand-foot
cliffs and observed by carrion eaters, a long trail of fat dots made their way
along a turgid stream.
Deciding that there
would be no stragglers to pick off, one such scavenger turned a multifaceted
eye away from the unobtainable feast and flapped leathery wings in the biting
wind.
Aurora shivered and
tried to put it out of her mind. Denndes always made her uncomfortable; their
huge teeth belonged on creatures of the deep ocean more than they did on a
lizard of the high mountains.
Lying next to her, a
Porturegan scout shivered as well, though his tremors came from the cold rather
than his proximity to the feathered reptile.
What do you
see?Aurora was careful to speak directly into his earpiece, and held her voice
to a whisper; it was almost certain that the wind covered her words, but she
had learned not to underestimate Aurean technology.
Probably no more
than you can, the scout answered, his voice sounding tinny after being
processed through the electronic filter of his mask.
Dont bet on it.
Aurora gave him a small smile. My eyes are confined to two very specific
frequencies. Your visor-- too close to point, she laid her hand on his
monocular-- sees every part of the EM spectrum.
Nothing is
happening, the scout answered. No sign that they are aware of our presence.
Aurora allowed a thin
smile to crease her lips. I guessed that from the lack of artillery fire. I
meant, have there been any developments?
The scout shook his
head, the grey metal of his faceplate, dulled to avoid giveaway reflections,
gave him a mechanical, inhuman appearance even greater than the electronic buzz
of his voice synthesizer. None that I can see.
Good. I dont want
any last minute surprises Craning over the ledge, she winced and asked, Is
that big Emperor still heading the column?
The monocular shifted
south slightly. Yes maam.
Shit, Aurora
hissed. I thought they had pulled it back.
The scouts fingers
shifted on his device, switching spectra to pick out additional detail. I
think they put it back on point an hour ago, Fair Child. But it is already a
priority is it not?
I know, but that
does not make my statement any less true; the glacis plate alone is thicker
than my forearm and it has a shield that belongs on a corvette. What units are
going after it?
One second. The scouts
fingers twitched again. Twenty-two anvils from the Hundred and First.
Twenty-two of your
best against one of their best, Aurora shook her head. Skietra, I wish you
had some aircraft.
They would help?
Not really, but itd certainly look more
impressive, Aurora thought to
herself. Out loud she said. A bit; Aurean crews are trained to take aircraft
more seriously than ground attacks; they might distract the Emperor and buy
your crews some time.
Defeatist talk does
more for the enemy than it does for us, the scout replied, almost
automatically.
I see the Cabinet
for Propaganda is finally doing its job, the Virago responded dryly, half
wondering if the Porturegans newest war measure was entirely a good thing.
Glancing back at the slow moving column – the rugged ground,
ravines and chuckholes posed no trouble to the tanks, but they were playing
hell with the infantry – she sighed and patted the scout on the shoulder.
Maintain your position, do your duty and when the action starts, keep your
head down. I would hate it if you gave the Aureans an easy kill.
Of course, Fair
Child, he nodded and lowered his eyes respectfully.
Given his distance
from the ambush, the chances of anyone even noticing him were almost
nonexistent, but hard experience had taught her not to take unnecessary chances
-- in the terror of combat a panicked Aurean might decide killing a distant,
helpless Porturegan was preferable to angering those who could shoot back.
Aurora cast her eyes
down. There would be enough unnecessary casualties today without adding
another to the pyre. Reflexively her fingers scratched shallow groves in the
rock at the thought. Every death in the war had been unnecessary; she was a
Virago, more than that she was the
Virago, the first Velorian
ever to have been born without need of enhancement. She was stronger, faster
and better trained than any other Protector, how could any world she was
protecting suffer such appalling defeat?
The obvious answer, a
seditious part of her suggested, was that it was her Protectorates fault.
Aurora and her predecessors had been warning the Porturegans about the Aureans
for centuries; they had no excuse to have allowed their weapons to stagnate for
so long.
Her instincts and
training killed the idea almost instantly, but their imprint remained, glowing
like a burning filament. The Porturegans had had two hundred years to prepare
and theyd ignored the danger. Now they were paying for that mistake.
Paying unnecessarily; the blood being spilt
should be mine, Aurora
concluded. Regardless of what should have been done, it was her duty to take the
situation and make it better. Her protectorates shouldnt have to play anything
more than a peripheral role.
A twitch to her right
drew Auroras attention back to the scout. While his face betrayed no
expression, she could sense his confusion. It didnt take her long to realize
it was because shed been lying motionless for almost a minute. She
flashed him a faint smile, patted him once more and disappeared amongst the
teeth-like projections of rock that flanked the canyon. Only when she was out
of direct line of sight with the convoy did she risk a short flight back to the
forward command centre.
***
How are things progessing?
General
Incio didnt look up from the table where he and his staff
were scrutinizing the situation map. Only a year ago he would have used a paper
diagram, but the flat device before him was the offspring of the new technologies
spawned by the invasion.
Strictly speaking, he shouldnt have needed her opinion; the map,
as primitive as it was with a merely two dimensional interface, was compiled in
real time reports from the scouts Aurora had met, and should have given him everything
he needed. But the General preferred, correctly in her opinion, personal
experience to anything created by a computer.
Good, she answered.
Theyve reinforced their rear a little, but it is nothing you need worry
about. Aside from that things are as they should be. I presume nothing has
changed here?
Yes. A mahgin of
luck. He used a stylus to tap on a section of map, enhancing a collection of
green shapes. These arrived just efore you did.
Besouros Protetors?
Auroras eyebrows arched in surprise. Where did they come from?
An estranged unit
caught between lines. Originly they were heading for Brilhante
but had the ill fate of being seen by sum Airskirmizers. They managed to shoot
dem down but suffered enough damage to prevent the unit from reaching the
battle. Since then they have een wandering, trying to get back into the
fight he sighed, but ey were north west of Liberdade
Directly in the path
of the Aurean retreat. Aurora nodded. But even a quarter-strength unit will be
invaluable. She was thinking of the Aurean super tank at the head of the
column.
More so because of
eir intelligence. He looked up, reflecting Auroras surprise in his glasses.
The intensity of her expression was matched by the grin on his face. It was not
an expression that suited him particularly well.
Ado Incio was a young man, barely into his
forties, and thinly handsome so long as you only saw him in profile; the shell
that had landed him his promotion, had also removed the rear portion of his jaw
and a significant portion of his neck. Prosthetics had replaced the bone, but
his flesh had failed to heal properly, leaving him with a drawn, desiccated
face where white scar tissue drew the dark skin into taught pits. When he
grinned it was all too easy to imagine the wet bones moving beneath damaged
muscle. It also gave him a unique lisp.
Az I sayd, they were caught east of Liberdade. They hav had the better part of two days to watch an entire
Aurean column in full retreat; intelligence prosspects aside, the properganda
footage alone is werf the cost they paid.
Auroras jaw tensed
as she bit back her immediate reply.
Instead she reminded
herself that the enemy deserved her anger for making otherwise reasonable men
into ruthless cynics. When she replied to Incio, it was through gritted teeth.
Yes?
Incio twitched
at her tone, You disagree?
I would argue that
no propaganda would be worth the lives of so many men. Regardless of how
effective it is, within weeks it will be worthless.
Do not judge ush so
harshly. Incio replied. We understand the cost they payd, probably more
than you do, and our interest extends far beyond propaganda. As I said they
observed the Aurean retreat and because they did we now know their strengths,
their deployments, have a better idea of their command hierarchy and surviving
leadership – you will be pleazed to know that general DeՐr does not
appear to be amougst the living. With this information we can start to plan an
effective counterattack, perhaps even put them on the defenzive for once.
Aurora merely
grunted. The news about DeՐr was good -- aside from Brilhante, the bloodthirsty Prime had been the director
of half a dozen lesser massacres-- but her stomach cramped at the idea of her
protectorates trying to do anything other than run from the Aureans.
Almost without exception, every other attempt to force a victory
had resulted in disaster. Only when the Porturegans had vastly superior numbers
or the Aureans were at their most desperate had they been able to call the
result a success. Anything less and at best the Porturegans could slow them
down. For now Aurora knew the numbers were still in their favor, but every
defeat and Pyrrhic victory drew the odds further and further against them.
The thoughts took
only a few milliseconds to course through her mind, but she still needed to
shake her head to clear them away and return to her mission. More for her
own benefit that for the Generals, she murmured, Concentrate on today,
tomorrow will come at its own pace.
Believe me.
Incio tapped on the hard polymer protecting the map. I am.
Aurora watched the
quarter-strength unit race up a gulley. Their intelligence must have been
radioed in; even pushing themselves they wouldnt arrive at the battle until it
was well underway. Even so she felt better knowing they existed.
She shifted her gaze
to the units already in position. Most of the heavy armor was on the ridges to
either side of the ambush, well out of sight of the enemy and camouflaged
against Aurean satellites, but it would take only moments for them to roll up a
few meters and present the Aureans with the full force of their cannons.
West of them, a
smaller line of armor had taken position on the other side of the valley.
Hidden in a depression and concealed beneath soil and canvas, this detachment
was on the valley floor, like the Aureans. While the first unit would sow panic
and fear from their position of relative safety, the second group would take
advantage of that confusion by sallying out into the enemy columns,
slaughtering the infantry, intensifying disorder and breaking up the units.
As poor at fighting
as they were, the Porturegans had quickly learned that armies were only strong
when they had cohesion.
In the rocks that had tumbled to the valley floor to the north and
south, squads of infantry hid, waiting for that disharmony so they could pick
off their enemies at a comfortable range. Close combat was out of the question
but it wouldnt need to be, between the infantry and the Aureans were two
hundred meters of mines, anti-tank defenses, razor wire and large caliber
machineguns. Despite their gadgets and machines, the Aureans were as vulnerable
to an ambush as anyone else and with careful positioning and re-supply, the
Porturegan ordnance would eventually penetrate the Aurean armour.
Where will you be?
Incio asked.
Here, up on the
ridge. Aurora pointed, indicating an area above the ambush site. Ill have a
good view of the battle from there.
The General nodded
and turned his attention to the Aurean column outlined in red on the map, Then
I suggeyst you get moving. At their payse the Aurean will be in position inside
five minutos. He nodded towards a capito standing on the peripheral of his
group. Make sure the men understand that as well; we cant fail so close to
our goal just because some gabo got careloss.
Of course, sir. The
capito saluted smartly and disappeared in the direction of the radio tent.
Incio returned
to the map, apparently erasing Aurora from his immediate universe. With nothing
else to report, and slightly affronted by the Generals behavior, the Virago
turned stiffly and departed. She wasnt used to being ignored.
The camp wasnt far
from the ambush, but neither was it so close that it was at risk from an opportunistic
Aurean, or an unlucky shell. Finding her spot was only a short flight over the
bladelike terrain.
* * *
Through the rocks she
could see the last of the Aurean rear guard negotiating a treacherous, obstacle
filled slope which interrupted the gentle rise of the valley floor. It was
certainly far more perilous than it had been a day before, thanks to the
Porturegan engineering corps.
Aurora grinned. In the panic of retreat, with everyone
clambering over each other to get out of the cordon of death, the slope would
be impossible, especially because the engineers had taken the time to fill the
yellow rock with high explosives. With a flick of a switch the incline would be
turned into a killing field.
The last vehicle
stumbled over the top of the slope and entered the ambush. The valley was wide
here, wide and flat. The only cover was the two or three foot high banks of the
now dried-up river which meandered to one side. Everything looked two
dimensional under the high midday sun. No shadows appeared around the baked
rocks, denying panicked troops any place to hide and making the camouflage
covering the hidden warriors all the more difficult to spot.
Thunder rippled
through the canyon, and a few Betans looked up in curiosity, wondering how a
storm could occur in sun-baked mountains. Half a second later dust clouds
exploded amongst the column, ripping metal as easily as flesh. Though the
harder machines withstood the attack, more than a dozen personnel carriers were
reduced to columns of greasy black smoke.
The first salvo
wasnt utterly devastating. The Aureans were good soldiers and had foreseen the
ambush potential of this route. The leading tanks had engaged shields,
while most of the infantry carriers were gliding between the floating hulks, out
of sight of potential attackers.
The precautions,
although they saved lives, didnt protect them from the disorder the barrage
created. No one had been truly expecting an attack, and the sudden descent from
order to chaos paralyzed them. The entire column froze as the infantry hit the
ground and turrets began traversing the canyon walls, silently scanning for
their attackers. One or two even fired randomly at the rocks before someone
enforced fire discipline and made them wait for actual targets.
The Porturegan Warriors were able to get two more volleys off – an amazing
feat in Auroras opinion – before the Aurean weapons could bear on them.
Background to the din was the unending crackle of rifle fire. Unlike that from
the cannons there was no end, no distinction between each round, there was
simply an unchanging vibration, not rising or falling, just a continuous
rattle.
As the seconds
passed, the raw sizzle of Aurean GARs were added to the mix and moments after
that, the deafening roars of the Aurean main armament. Half a breath later tinny
bangs signaled the death of some of the ambushers.
Aurean tanks spoke
again, and again more Porturegans died. Yet fewer than would have in a stand-up
battle, for as good as the Aurean targeting was, all they had to shoot at was a
tiny sliver of machine that appeared over the edge. Worse, the Aureans
relied on heat to distinguish their targets and after hours of preparation in
the desert sun, the Porturegan Warriors were virtually the same temperature as
their surroundings. Shell after shell impacted rock walls, sending orange
cascades of stone down into the valley, even more soared into the sky. It was
the worst targeting Aurora had ever seen from the Aureans but even their worst
was better than the Porturegans finest.
Then another sound
emerged from the din, and Aurora directed her attention to the units embedded
in the valleys west side.
Driving straight up
through their canvas coverings, the Landwarriors resembled large moving dust
heaps. Shedding sand and cloth, they piled into the disintegrating column,
spilling Aureans before them as they struck from point blank range.
For the beleaguered
enemy it was the final straw. Already confused by the suddenness of the attack,
the sight of dozens of armored behemoths speeding through their ranks at more
than a hundred kilometers per hour caused total terror. Even the tanks moved
aside rather than risk an impact that might crush their shields. Senior
officers rallied their men and prevented total disaster, but even Porturegan
shells could penetrate the Aurean armor at close range and soon the column was a
charnel house of smoking machines and missing limbs.
Eventually, even the Emperor-class tank leading the Aurean column
succumbed to the bombardment. Though it took its pound of flesh from the
attackers, the Emperors shields finally collapsed after a twenty-minute
barrage. Without them it was only a matter of time before the hull imploded.
Hatches flipped and a couple of the crew managed to escape the destruction, but
only one of the Anvils raked the area with its machinegun.
* * *
From the top of a
ridge, Aurora saw a victory unfold, a victory that left ashes in her
mouth. Everything was falling depressingly into place. Teixeira and
Incios casualty estimates were turning out to be horrifically accurate. Ten
Warriors had been destroyed in the Aureans first return salvo, and the losses
had only swelled from there.
But there She was,
standing on the ridge, making herself so visible to the Aureans. She might have
been asked to refrain from taking an active role in the attack but there was
nothing to stop her presenting an obvious target. All Aurean vehicles were
outfitted with equipment that detected Velorians; they literally couldnt miss her. Now if only they would take it one step further and
start shooting her instead of her protectorates.
No one took the bait.
Perhaps it was the more immediate Porturegan threat that compelled their
attention, or maybe the Aureans simply knew that mere tank brigade was
hopelessly outclassed by a Virago.
Aurora sighed and found a suitable – highly visible –
rock to sit on. It was going to be a long, painful day for her. She looked at
the battle and knew that for too many of the people below, it was going to a
terminally short day. The Aureans were regrouping faster than anticipated;
theyd managed to smash the Warrior charge, without which the infantry attack
was reduced to a nuisance, a dangerous nuisance, but still just a nuisance.
The Aureans were going
to lose. The Porturegans had inflicted enough damage to make that a certainty,
but it would be an expensive victory. Aurora could only hope it would be worth
it.
And she was
responsible. The Porturegans would never have committed so many lives to the
ambush without her constant badgering. As necessary as this battle might be,
people, innocents, were dying because of her. They were dying for her.
* * *
An impressive plan.
TalaAerie whispered into her ear. And under other circumstances it might have
succeeded.
Aurora was turning
even before her conscious mind had registered the words. Flinging out her fist
even as her body spun, the Virago put every iota of power, every modicum of
hate, every bad thought born of having to watch good men die needlessly behind
the blow.
Tala deflected her
fist without effort and batted the Virago aside with a single strike to the
face.
Your reactions have
improved. She announced with something approaching bemused respect. Last time
you werent anywhere near as fast.
Rubbing her jaw,
Aurora slowly stepped away from the Tsetlar. What are you here for? She
asked, rolling her shoulders into a casual defensive stance.
Isnt it obvious? Tala arched one obsidian eyebrow before
tilting her head down towards the valley. Im here for them.
You are here for me. Aurora corrected automatically.
No. A cruel smile appeared on the Tsetlars already amused
face. Im here for them. It was a near thing actually; I was very nearly not
called in, but in attacking this convoy your protectorates have shown a degree
of military awareness that, if allowed to fester, could make them dangerous.
Naturally this can not be allowed to happen and I must, regretfully, close this
trap.
Aurora only just
stopped herself from reacting; if the Aureans knew that the Porturegans had
attacked on her advice, it could be disastrous; they would place an even higher
emphasis on killing her and if that happened, Betah Stronberg would be
finished.
Trap. She mouthed the word. You set this up.
Did you honestly believe we would send an entire Infantry
division through a canyon with only a few combat vehicles for support?
Talas tone was
mocking and Aurora couldnt help but look ashamed; she hadnt seen it. After Brilhante we assumed you had placed expediency over individual safety;
without reinforcements your troops were vulnerable. The instant her mouth
stopped moving she cursed herself; physically, mentally, verbally, you never
left yourself open to the enemy. Had Tala affected her so much that shed
forgotten such a basic rule of combat?
As if taking pity on
the Virago, Talas smile dipped in intensity and she cocked her head. Actually
youre right.
Im what?
Youre right. Tala
repeated slowly. We are. After the debacle emphasis was placed on regrouping
and one general made the fatal-- her smile implied she wasnt speaking in
metaphor-- mistake of directing this convoy through this canyon. Fortunately I
was in camp at the time and was able to ensure his staff realized the severity
of his error in judgment. She licked her lips and when she next spoke, her
eyes were bright. It was an enjoyable half hour, more so for me than him Im
sure.
Aurora resisted the
temptation to retch. Tsetlar were bred to gain loyalty from those around them,
more often through terror than inspiration, but she never realized anyone
could take delight in torturing a subordinates just to make a point.
Of course you are a
bonus. Tala continued. I suspected, considering the importance of this
attack, that you would be here but couldnt be certain. What I cant figure
however is why youre up here and not down there? She dipped her head towards
the battle again. Surely you know their casualties will be far higher
Realization flashed across her face and she clapped both hands to
her cheeks in joyous surprise. You arent
a part of this battle, are you? You, youve
opted out for some reason but why, why would a Virago stay out of a battle in
which hundreds, perhaps thousands of her protectorates will die?
Pinching her chin in bewilderment, she started pacing around the
Virago. Aurora, unwilling to provoke a confrontation so close to the army,
demurely stood her ground and let her enemy finish her appraisal. Finally Tala
admitted.
No, Im stumped. There is no tactical reason I can think of that
would allow you to stay here away from the fighting. From all appearances you
are unhurt and at full power. You might attract some fire away from your
precious humans, but thats nothing compared to the damage you could inflict on
that column. So why are you up here?
Youre the one whos been tactically trained from birth, Aurora
sneered, you work it out.
Tala glanced from her to the battle then at her again. She looked
down, she looked up, she stared curiously into Auroras eyes, cocked her head
and studied the fight once again. The Aureans pink tongue wetted her lips and
for a few seconds she was stumped, like a habilidade
ttica master discovering that
the opponent they considered a novice had somehow maneuvered themselves into a
winning gambit.
Nothing happened and
then Tala burst into delighted laughter. Her face a rictus of pleasure, she
jabbed a finger at the Virago, This is some kind of I dont know; a test
isnt it? – No, she corrected herself. Test isnt the right word, but
its close; something you – no, they – are doing to prove what,
themselves? Isnt quite right; Brilhante
showed they arent totally
ineffective enemies. Shit, I had it a second ago She tailed off again,
apparently in deep though. Auroras instincts screamed that she should attack
but her intellect told her to stay; there was a deeper gleam behind the Aureans
eyes. While she might appear to be playing, Tala was more than prepared to
defend herself.
Propaganda! the Tsetlar announced. Youve actually managed to
convince them that saying The Aureans are bad, go out and die isnt a very
good way of motivating people. She shook her head and brought her hands
together in sincere admiration. I am impressed; I had no idea you were so willing to
sacrifice your protectorates. All that talk about your willingness to give
anything for them and yet youre able to watch a thousand of them be butchered
just so their leaders can say, Look, were not quite as bad as you think we
are, go off and die.
She moved forward, as if she was about to slap Aurora heartily on
the back then thought better of it and merely resumed her previous applause.
That is Aurean thinking at its finest. Well done! I shall
take great pleasure in telling my sisters. Believe me you
shant be forgotten for this, not in a thousand years.
Thats what Im afraid of, Aurora thought dejectedly. Protectors were
trained to defend lives, not sacrifice them. If word of her actions, and lack
of such, ever got back to the Hall her name would be
remembered for the next thousand years because no Acolyte would be allowed to
graduate without cursing it.
She was suddenly
pissed. Tala was allowed to be a better fighter -- it was what she was bred to
be -- she was even allowed to be stronger and faster. But to so easily guessing
her plans made her truly inhuman; no
one save Skietra had any right to be that smart.
The suddenness with
which she moved caught Tala completely off guard. Never had thee Tsetlar seen
the Velorian attack so quickly, or with such ferocity. In the space of an eye
blink Aurora had gone from being relaxed to punching her adversary so hard that
the Tsetlar was sent literally flying head over heels, crushing boulders and
bushes beneath her until she finally crashed into an enormous outcropping.
The impact of
Supremis flesh meeting hard basalt was so loud that Aurean and Porturegan alike
raised their heads as one to see the vast cloud of superheated, pulverized rock
rising from the impact site. The fighters immediately assumed the worst,
that someone had set off an Aurean CNR-01 Groundleveler. A 0.1 kiloton bomb. But
no one could understand why it had been set off so far from the battle.
Speculation was
forgotten as shrapnel began to rain. Blades of black obsidian that slammed down
with the force of cannon rounds lacerated the air, already cloudy from the dust
kicked up by the Imperial and Porturegan weapons.
The Betans took it hardest. Exposed, their armour already weakened
by hours of heavy combat, the lethal avalanche was like grapeshot above a
cornfield to them. Whole companies were cut down, their bodies splayed open or
impaled by meter long fragments of rock.
The Porturegans were more fortunate; firing from concealed
positions close to the canyon walls, they were spared the worst of the deluge
but even they took casualties as the wind shifted and caused the final burst to
rain down upon them.
For Tala the world
had been turned on its head. Literally. When she recovered from her surprise,
she found herself stuck upside down, pinned within a small outcropping by the
force of Auroras blow.
The granite, as
tightly as it gripped her, proved little obstacle to her muscles and cracked
loudly as she tensed her arms and legs. Finally she pushed away from the rocks
stiff embrace, shattering it and with one final cataclysmic snap sending the
entire outcropping crashing into the valley below.
Still partially
stunned from the violence of Auroras attack, Tala jumped at the roar of
hundreds of tones of rock ramming the valley floor.
Aurora threw herself
at the Tsetlars back. Driving her to the ground she kicked hard and had the
momentary satisfaction of hearing Tala scream in pain as she was thrown into a
thicket of knife sharp rocks. Before the Tsetlar could rise fully, Aurora was
on her, punching down as the Viragos knee rose. The twin impacts of the
Aureans face meeting Auroras body cracked liked gunshots across the valley.
Tala fell again,
crushing more of the strange rock but managed to roll aside before Aurora could
drive a knee into her exposed midsection. Her reflexes were still rattled and
left her vulnerable to an uppercut that tossed the Aurean high into the air.
Tala caught herself
before she rose more than a few hundred meters yet only had time to see Aurora
rising like a missile to meet her before the two crashed together. Aurora stuck
out with a fist and was rewarded with another grunt of pain before the Aurean
slashed a foot across her face, knocking her away.
Falling a dozen
yards, Aurora twisted sharply and soared upwards once again. Rather than fall
towards her foe, Tala merely hovered in place, waiting while Aurora burned up
energy in her ludicrously fast ascent. At the last moment she swung aside, only
feeling a brush of the Viragos skin before Auroras own momentum carried her
past.
With a shriek of
rage, Aurora turned yet again and dove hard. Again Tala dodged and allowed
Aurora to see an arrogant smirk as once more she regained the high ground.
Rather than fly
again, Aurora stopped and forced herself to think. Realizing what the Aurean was
trying to do she smiled and allowed herself to calm before rising a final time.
With her thoughts
under control, Aurora expected the Tsetlar to rally by striking her volatai
– the tiny organ near her heart that was the source of her flight –
and thereby forcing her to fight on the ground while Tala retained air
superiority. As a precaution she guarded her chest, pulling both arms up in to
a defensive position. It spoiled her flight profile and cost energy, but it was
a small price to pay for the defense it afforded, not to mention its usefulness
as the foundation for an attack.
She wasnt alone in
knowing the advantages of such a posture; unfortunately she wasnt as familiar
with its weaknesses.
Tala waited eagerly
for the attack. Like all Tsetlar she had spent her life studying Velorian
tactics and was more than willing to demonstrate that knowledge to Aurora.
A fraction of a
second before Aurora was in range to strike, Tala cut left and down, dropping
into a random spin past the Virago. As she fell she lashed out and caught
Aurora squarely between her shoulder blades, badly bruising the muscles and
shooting pain through the Velorians body.
The punch wasnt as
good as a direct hit to her Volatai but it didnt need to be. Already exerted
by the rapid changes in velocity and direction, the tiny organ fluttered as the
shockwaves crashed through Auroras tensed muscle, then failed, announcing
Talas victory with paralyzing pain.
Tala watched the
Velorian fall with a cruel smile on her face. She hadnt damaged Auroras
volatai, only shocked it. Aurora would recover quickly, almost certainly before
she hit the ground, but it allowed the Tsetlar precious moments to recover.
Even though she didnt allow herself to show it, her body ached from Auroras
pummeling yet she processed the pain as an enticement for revenge and regarded
the her helpless prey with all the mercy of a ravenous cat.
She licked her lips
and darted downwards. Already her hindbrain was preparing the next stage of the
fight, estimating Auroras new strategy and comparing it against her
encyclopedia of compatible attacks.
Helpless and blinded
by pain, Aurora was oblivious to the Tsetlars approach until rigid bands of
steel wrapped around her chest, crushed her flesh and forced her into an even
faster plummet towards the hard rock of the canyon bottom.
Even at her prime
Aurora couldnt have broken the hold. With her back still spasming and her arms
pinned to her sides, she could only crane her head back and watch the mountain
rush up towards her.
For a few desperate moments she thought Tala was going to
accompany her all the way into the ground, but in the last instant the Aurean
pushed away and watched as the Virago slammed headfirst into the canyon floor.
It was as if a nuclear bomb had been set off. A shockwave of
compressed air scythed into the soldiers like a rake into reeds, ripping them
from their feet and hurling them like leaves before a storm. The ground shook
so violently that even the Landwarriors were in danger of toppling. Pillars of
rock that had stood for millennia crumbled and crashed as vast splits and
cracks spread out from when Aurora lay entombed.
Tala drifted lazily
down and surveyed the damage. Most of the Betans were dead, either from the
Porturegan bombardment or as a consequence of her fight with Aurora. A fair
number of the natives still breathed and most of their equipment was intact --
though not, she grinned, for too much longer. Killing them would be a pleasant
followup to the tremendous rush of destroying the Virago, as a good wine
improved a fine meal. Tsetlars were gourmets of pain after all; she might not
even kill them all at once.
There was a stirring
in the crater as Aurora gathered herself, then another explosion as Tala
plunged on her like a pile driver, pounding the air from her lungs and burying
her even deeper underground.
The dust wasnt given
time to settle before there were yet more deafening booms as the Tsetlars
fists slammed into Auroras steel-hard back. Faster and faster they pummeled
the Viragos flesh, every smack, blow and groan of pain music to the Aureans
ears as Aurora grew weaker. The deafening din grew so loud that nearby soldiers
had to cover their ears against it.
Aurora was screaming
though her voice was lost in the maelstrom. Even Tala could not hear, so intent
was she upon savoring her task. She throbbed with pleasure at every punch,
surged with the flow of adrenaline running through her veins, groaned at the
sensation of Auroras flesh gradually deforming beneath her knuckles and sighed
as a rib crumpled.
She paused only when
Aurora was inches from death, when the Viragos great heart was pattering
feebly in her chest and her face was so swollen she couldnt have recognized
herself in a mirror. It was tactically ill advised; as hideous as the injuries
were, the Virago would recover if given enough time. But with her own heart
pumping the sweet song of endorphins through her body, Tala couldnt help but
stand back and admire her handiwork; Aurora was defeated and disgraced not just
in battle, but before her protectorate; she wanted to relish the moment so she
could relate every detail of the kill to her sister Tsetlar later
Velors finest lay at
her feet. A woman who had killed hundreds, perhaps thousands of Primes in her
short life and almost single-handedly saved this world from conquest. Even as
one set of instincts were crying at her to finish the task at hand, another set
entirely were forcing her lips back into a predatory grin and her husky voice
to whisper, Endgame.
To her amazement, Aurora answered back. No.
The statement was so ridiculous that Tala laughed. I think so.
You will not escape this time.
I will be replaced. Spitting fragments of rock, Aurora
struggled to raise her head the few centimeters to face her enemy. You may
kill me, but there will always be another.
Tala just shrugged and drew back her fist. Maybe, probably. But
she wont be you and Ill enjoy killing her just as much.
Her arm lashed out, seeking the vulnerable expanse of skin just
beneath the Velorians ribcage. Aurora, with an enormous gasp of effort, just
managed to turn the strike aside and respond with one of her own.
The punch, so pitiful as to be almost a slap, surprised the
triumphant Aurean into actually stepping back a pace and a half. Shocked, she
could only watch as Aurora slowly dragged her battered body from its tomb and
crawled to her knees before her.
Thin rivulets of blood ran down Auroras face and a small smile
touched her bruised lips as she whispered, Maybe not.
Only Talas superb
timing stopped the Viragos next blow from connecting, and the one after that,
and after that. She could simply not believe what was happening. It was
impossible. All of her senses told her that Aurora should be at deaths
doorstep, her body too battered to do anything more complex than breathing. Yet
Aurora was fighting back. The strikes were frail, but they caused her to lose
ground as she blocked, blocked and re-blocked the Viragos frantic flailing.
Eventually she shook
her head and concentrated. Whatever the mechanism -- maybe Aurora had an extra
adrenal gland or something --it wasnt enough. In her present condition even a
Betan would have only moderate difficulty in subduing her.
With a single
backhand swipe she sent Aurora back to the ground and moved in. No more
delays. She announced passively: You die now.
Aurora, crimson blood
trickling down her split lips, could not even move her head to watch as Tala
drew back her fist for the final time. There was no joy in the Tsetlars eyes
now. By retaliating she had at least denied Tala the pleasure of an honorable
kill; instead of accepting her fate like a good Velorinna and affording the
killing act some dignity, shed resisted and broken the moment. The thought warmed
her as the Aureans fingers flexed just once before darting forward.
An explosion
illuminated the crater.
Debris swirled.
A thick dry cloud of vapor rose from the hole where two near goddesses had
fought. There was no sound except the faint patter of pebbles coming to rest,
Aurora blinked.
She blinked again.
She blinked a third
time.
She was still alive?
Not that she was
complaining.
There was a shape
beside her.
With a stab of pain,
she turned her head to look at it. She could not trust what her eyes revealed.
Tala was lying there, her face tilted in her direction, eyes momentarily closed
in surprise.
But only for a
moment. With a start Talas eyes stared at Aurora.
For one fleeting
instant in time, the adversaries shared each others incomprehension; this was
not how things were meant to have gone. Like a woman going to a tragedy and
finding comedy, Aurora felt a tendril of laughter trying to push its way
through the pain and past her lips.
Then the moment
passed and Tala sprang to her feet, hurt yet alert, every sense hunting for the
source of the attack.
There was the
briefest of whistles and Tala felt a blow to her face before being felled once
again. This time she didnt stay down but rebounded immediately, a demonic
snarl on her face, searching for the source of the indignity.
She found it.
Found them.
All along the east
canyon walls, the long cannons of Porturegan Landwarriors glared down at
her. The Besouros Protetors, the extra unit Aurora had noted back at
headquarters, had finally arrived and joined their guns to those of the
Warriors already in place.
While Tala and Aurora
had bickered and fought, the Porturegans had taken the initiative, aided in no
small measure by the clash of superwomen. Those Betans who had survived the
slaughter had quickly been cleared by Porturegan fire, leaving only one Aurean
on the field -- and to the Porturegans she was killing, if not a goddess, then
an expression of divine will.
The first shell had
almost been an accident, the result of a gunner caught between his training,
commander, beliefs and biology. All of which said that someone very dear to him
was about to perish.
The second shell had
not been an accident. Now that the precedent had been set another
Landwarrior decided that it could not stand idle either.
Now, standing at the
bottom of a canyon, staring up the smooth bored interiors of one hundred and
fifty armored killing machines, Tala, for perhaps the first time in her life,
felt a trickle of fear.
There was a clicking
sound and, as one, every Warrior spoke.
It wasnt just the
vehicles on top of the canyon; those few that had survived the raid on the
valley floor also fired, as did the infantry imbedded in the rock. All had a
stake in what was happening and all wanted to help their Protector.
Everything from
bullets to rockets to shells and missiles slammed into the TsetLars body,
knocking her off her feet. She stood shakily only to hear a scream and see the
unfurling white snake of an anti-tank rocket whistling towards her.
She dodged it,
barely, and even the next one -- but there were so many, and every one was
guided by a soldier with blood in his eyes. Bullets peppered her body, itching
like the bites of a hundred thousand mosquitoes, a grenade landed at her feet
and pelted her with stinging hot shrapnel, a mortar team finally got her
bracketed and knocked her down. Finally, the Landwarriors reloaded and fired
again.
Rage clouded the
Tsetlars mind. She was being attacked by insects; they
didnt even have the dignity of Betans -- yet their every shell struck with the
force of one of Auroras best punches ,and she was already tired from the
battle.
Furious, she leapt
into the air, swearing to rid the planet of the insignificant race, which dared
to harm her. Instantly, she was struck down again. She got up,
but no matter which way she flew or evaded she found herself slamming into
another projectile, going in the other direction.
Literally
shell-shocked, battered with billions of joules of kinetic energy, hopelessly
pummeled, the flight centers of Talas brain simply shut down and she fell into
the shallow canyon stream. Even if she had intended to, it would have been a
vain maneuver. On the ground, she found that the incoming fire simply
tossed her about with greater ease. Valiantly she tried to find the vehicles
again but the tons of explosives detonating against her body made it impossible
to focus.
Even in this
maelstrom, Tala knew at some level that she was in no danger. It would take a
direct hit by a nuclear warhead to penetrate her skin, and even if they could
fire ten times as hard as they were now the tanks didnt come close to that
level of force. She only had to wait for them to exhaust their ammunition, and
she could exact her revenge.
But every second she
delayed afforded Aurora more time in which to heal. And while the native
weaponry could not kill her, it was as if she were still fighting the
Virago; every shot hurt.
Deep down she could feel the primitive weapons damaging her,
perhaps only bruises but over time even such minor injuries might mount up --
and even if they didnt, the constant irregular bombardment, vibration, noise
and flashes were playing hell with her perceptive centers. Simply by attacking
the Porturegans were exhausting her, and she was already tired; she had after
all entered the battle only after playing with the Prime whod sent this
regiment to their deaths.
Her mind only half functioning, physically battered and
sensorially blinded, Tala did something she would never have thought possible,
something no Tsetlar had ever done.
She fled.
Disoriented and
reeling, she leaped randomly into the air, veering randomly as shells and
rockets continued to slam into her body. Her escape was not the ordered,
graceful flight she was accustomed to but a chaotic, painful experience as she
ricocheted off the canyon walls and finally into the freedom of the open sky.
Aurora, still in
agony from the assault, could barely follow the Tsetlars crazed retreat
before her vision faded and she slipped to the ground and unconsciousness.
There she remained until the Porturegans recovered her.