Battle Beyond Earth: Resurrection (18 page)

"I'll be needing plenty more from you in the future. Can you get more of these made quickly?"

"In small numbers, yes."

"Enough for my team?"

"Certainly."

"Then do it."

He turned back to Jones.

"It's time you all learned to fight the old way."

Taylor watched over his team as they slugged it out with one another in the gymnasium. They were in full combat gear and with shields up. But they used a simple wood training baton in place of the Assegai. He could see they were coming together now. Jones put down his baton and stepped over to Taylor to take a rest and get his breath back.

"This is positively medieval, you get that?"

Taylor nodded.

"Whoever told you war could be clean, they lied. But the Assegai is a great weapon. It will not fail you when you need it most. And I've been thinking about ammunition. With the extra armour we've been loading up on, I don't want to encumber the suits too much."

"Okay?" replied Jones.

"The drones you were so fond of, I want to use them."

"I thought you hated them?"

"I do, as fighters, but I'd be a fool to not see their practical application."

"Okay, what do you want to have me do?"

"I want a drone for every Human. They are to be unarmed. They can't shoot for shit, and I don't trust them in a combat situation. They are to be load bearers. They will carry ammunition and assist with the wounded."

"That could double, maybe even triple the ammo we can carry," replied Jones.

"Good, then get it done."

Before he could move, a hologram appeared before them. It was Irala.

At last,
Taylor thought, but he quickly realised by the alien’s expression that it was not good news.

"Come on, tell me you found it."

"No," he replied simply.

"What the fuck are we to do? You told me you could do this?" Taylor said desperately.

"There is still a way."

Taylor sighed. "And if you could do it yourself, you would have, right? So what do you need from me?"

"We must place a tracking device aboard one of the enemy vessels, and then we may track the hub from the moment it makes a jump."

Taylor shook his head.

"So you want us to bait one of those things in, and somehow survive the experience?"

Irala nodded.

"That's a pretty big fucking ask."

Irala simply nodded again.

"And there is no other way?" Jones joined in the conversation.

"No, I am sorry."

"So this tracker, can it be launched from a distance?"

Irala shook his head.

"I wish that were the case. The device is small, but it must be connected directly to the navigation and communication systems."

"So somebody has to go aboard and do this?

"We could send our Guardians, but..."

"But I'd rather have a man to know the job is done right," replied Taylor.

"Yes, I believed you might say such. Additionally, this is a tactic my people used once before to track the Morohta fleet. If the Aranui were involved, they may suspect and manage to jam the signal."

"Seems to be an awful lot of ifs and maybes here."

Taylor agreed with Jones.

"Crazy mission with little chance of success, just our kind of work," he stated, looking across at the team still training hard.

"Listen up!"

His voice carried to every corner, and they quickly stopped and listened.

"The Lieutenant asked me what we should call ourselves. We have no real identity, so what are we? I once led the greatest fighting unit in the galaxy. We were unstoppable. To most people we went by just one name. The Immortals. We would not be defeated, and our legacy would live on forever. I am here to tell you that the Immortals still live on, for they are you who stand before me today. I saw each and every one of you confront adversity and terror, and strike it down. You have earned the title. From this day forward, you are, we are, and always will be, the Immortals."

* * *

Taylor stood around a table with Jafar, Sarik, and the Admiral who commanded the Nakbe that was still being repaired at the station. Irala appeared before them, and Commander Cohen stepped inside soon after.

"This it?" Taylor asked.

They all nodded in agreement.

"Okay, you know the deal. We need to get this tracker aboard one of the Morohta battleships. I will do that, but I am going to need a lot of commitment to achieve it."

"Do you have a plan of how to make this work?"

"Yes. We split the fleet into three. I will take the Guam and a handful of other ships on what appears to be a patrol mission into Cholan space. I want to present a threat, but nothing too massive. Aim is to draw out a number of Morohta vessels, but not all of them. When they take the bait, I want the Nakbe and her support vessels to jump into Cholan space, some place a long way from us, but close enough that the enemy know you're there."

"Colonel, we cannot risk the loss of the Nakbe," pronounced the Cholan Admiral.

"Admiral Eme, I am well aware of the importance you put on that vessel. But I do not intend to place her in any more risk than is necessary. However, there is no way of doing this without some risk."

He looked very uncomfortable, but let Taylor go on.

"Most of the Morohta fleet should high tail it to your position, leaving just a small presence to take on the Guam and her fleet. I'd hope just one enemy battleship."

"Hope?" Jafar asked.

"We'll do everything we can to make this work, but at some point we are just gonna have to hope our luck holds."

"That is no way to wage a war or gamble with your resources," replied Eme.

"Tell me about it, and when you've got a better idea, you speak up," replied Taylor,

"Once the enemy fleet departs, we should be left with a small skirmish scenario. I intend to drop an EMP at close range, knock out everything on both sides, but not before I have reached the enemy battleship with a breaching team and the tracking device. If Irala will supply the Guam with EMP shielding, that will make our life a lot easier. At which point, the remaining third element of the fleet will jump in to assist us, forcing the enemy to retreat and jump."

"It's an ambitious plan, and a dangerous one," said Cohen.

"Can you see another way?"

"Maybe if we had time, but we don't. The Admiralty has left this one to us, or you more specifically."

"They just want a scapegoat if it all goes to shit."

Cohen shrugged, but it was clear that she knew it, too.

"All agreed?" Jafar asked.

Nobody said a word, so they took it as such.

* * *

Taylor stood aboard the bridge of the Guam once again. They were floating through Cholan space at a steady pace. Everyone aboard knew what they were walking into. They just didn't know when it was going to happen.

"You got those drones ready?" he asked Jones.

"Yes."

Taylor reached down to his Assegai to check it was there. It was a comfort to know he always had it on his person. The Commander got up and stepped over to him. She leaned in beside Taylor's shoulder so she could talk quietly.

"I'm sorry if I didn't trust in you," said Cohen.

"It's nothing new."

"How do you do it, though?"

Taylor squinted, trying to understand.

"Do what?"

"Keep surviving all this? No man should ever have been able to make it through all that you have. You defy the odds every single time you go into action."

"I've been almost killed more than a few times," he replied with a smile.

"Yes, almost dead, and yet here you stand, a relic who has taken command of the single most important operation of my lifetime. If someone had told me this is the way it was going to be just a few weeks ago, I would have laughed at them. You seem to be surrounded by some energy in the universe that wants you to live, and I am honoured to be a part of that."

"I don't believe in all that fate crap, you know that?"

"Maybe you should. Because logic and the odds would have you dead by now, today even."

Taylor agreed with her, though. He could never understand how he managed to survive through it all.

"We've got incoming," said Nichols.

They turned to see the jump signatures displayed before them.

"All right, here we go."

"Send the signal to Eme now!" Taylor ordered.

Nichols quickly got about it. "Done," he replied.

Four of the battleships appeared at close range with another ten frigate-size vessels.

"Oh, shit," said Taylor.

"Shields up!" yelled Cohen, "This better work. We can't take that on for long."

"Come on, take the bait," Taylor whispered.

Three of the ships flickered and with a flash they were gone, along with all but two of the frigates.

"It worked said," said Cohen in amazement.

Light began to flicker at the base of the mandibles of the Morohta battleship, and they all knew they might not survive an impact from its powerful weapon.

"Deploy EMP!" Cohen shouted.

The device soared out into view like a torpedo and ignited when it got to the halfway point. Everything went dark except for the Guam.

"How do they do it? EMP shielding, I've never seen it before," said Cohen.

"Yeah, Aranui like to keep a few secrets to themself. Can you handle it from here?"

Cohen nodded to Taylor.

"Like shooting fish in a barrel."

"Once they get comms back online, we could have a world of shit coming down on our heads."

"Then work fast," replied Cohen.

He looked over to Jones and nodded for him to follow. They got to a jogging pace and were soon rushed aboard the Sky King. The rest of their team were already there. Taylor didn't have to say a word as Hariz lifted them off the deck, and they soared out into space.

The first looming shadow of the huge battleship was a terrifying sight, but they watched the guns of the Guam smash the two smaller vessels relentlessly as they were unable to defend themselves. Taylor leaned in to the still empty co-pilot’s seat to get a better view.

"About time they got what was coming to them," said Hariz.

"They'll get plenty more, but not today."

She moved her hand and rested it over his.

"Are you scared?"

He shook his head.

"There is too much at stake and too much for me to think about to be scared."

"But I am," she added as they soared towards the enemy battleship.

"Just focus, keep flying, and you'll be fine."

They covered the distance quickly, and Hariz brought them to a quick standstill, landing on the surface of the lower hull at what appeared to be some sort of access hatch. They felt the magnetic clamps lock onto the hull. Taylor pulled his hand out from Hariz's and went right to the door in the centre floor of the craft. Jones was already sliding it open.

Taylor felt no fear at all, just as he had said. He had been here so many times before. It was excitement he now felt. He lowered down a shaped charge against the ship and fired the trigger mechanism.

"We're in," he said.

He jumped down the small access corridor that had latched onto the enemy vessel and jumped inside. He landed on a floor that felt a little soft and organic, and looked around to see that much of the structure inside did indeed appear to be living. There were metal grated floors, and all of the supports and beams looked alive. Gravity was normal, and his console showed that oxygen levels were normal also. He hit the button on the side of his helmet, and the visor slid open.