Purge of Prometheus (59 page)

“We have examined the pros and cons of your request, Captain Xiao,” the elderly Wyndgaart stated.
 
“We’ve decided to grant your request.
 
I’m redirecting the assets for this mission to the
Revolution
.
 
An emissary will arrive soon with specialized equipment for your mission.
 
Once he arrives with the rest of your team, I’ll expect you to depart immediately.
 
The journey to the Premier’s location will take less than a day, but he’ll be aware of the Terran Fleet’s defeat.
 
You’ll have to move quickly to ensure he doesn’t escape.”

“Councilmembers,” Yen said, gratified, “you won’t be disappointed in your decision.”

“No, I suppose we won’t be,” the Wyndgaart answered before reaching forward and ending the communication.
 
Yen’s screen turned dark once again.

Where previously he had wanted to sleep, Yen now found himself too filled with enthusiasm.
 
He would lead the strike force that would kill the Terran Premier, effectively destroying the Empire once and for all.
 
Glancing back at the monitor, Yen smiled at his own personal musings.
 
Yen wondered how many people he’d have to kill in order to become a Councilmember.

The Terran transport ship docked with the
Revolution
a few hours after Yen ended his conversation with the High Council.
 
As the wide side door slid open on the ship, Yen walked forward with his entourage to greet the emissary.
 
He was surprised, however, when a group of soldiers exited the craft in full Terran battle gear.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Yen asked, warily watching the heavily armed men.

“My apologies, Captain,” a tall Oterian said as he stepped out of the ship, bending low at the waist to accommodate his height.
 
In his hand, he carried what seemed to be a heavy briefcase.
 
“We didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You are the High Council’s emissary?” Yen asked dubiously.

The Oterian walked forward, extending his hand.
 
“My name is Maxlar.
 
I was sent to brief you on the technology you’ll be employing during your mission.”
 
Maxlar reached down and patted the side of the large plastic briefcase he carried by his side.

“Then they are…” Yen left the question hanging as he looked at the soldiers wearing full Terran regalia.

Maxlar looked behind him at the soldiers still standing at attention.
 
“They are your strike force,” he replied.
 
“The High Council wanted to send the absolute best to ensure the mission was a success.”

“They doubt my abilities?” Yen asked angrily.

“They doubt everyone,” Maxlar calmly replied.
 
“That’s why they’re still alive.”
 
He turned back toward Yen, an eyebrow arched in curiosity.
 
“Do you have a room nearby where we can all discuss tactics?”

Yen nodded, his eyes still on the soldiers.
 
Wordlessly, he turned and led the Oterian and his soldiers to one of the strategy rooms traditionally used by the Squadron.
 
The soldiers marched in behind Maxlar and took their seats.
 
Yen scanned the soldiers, trying to read malicious thoughts.
 
To his surprise, every one of them seemed robotic in their thoughts.
 
Their dominant thought was impatience at having to wait so long to begin the meeting.
 
Soldiers to the end, Yen surmised.
 
Knowing that none harbored a hidden agenda, Yen turned back to Maxlar.

“Shall we begin?” he prompted.

Maxlar reached into his jacket and removed a disk that was dwarfed in his giant furred hand.
 
He loaded the disk into the console and a map of a planet’s surface appeared above the table.
 
As the image magnified, Yen was able to make out a large bunker concealed in the midst of a reddish desert planet.
 
Over the building, a blueprint of the inner layout appeared.
 

“The world we’ll be landing on has three suns in its atmosphere.
 
Since the galaxy is supposed to be uninhabited, the Terrans didn’t black out any of the suns during their initial assault.
 
The fact that this planet still had sun and was so deep in Alliance space made it the perfect hiding place for a Terran Premier and his rabid pack of nobles.”

Stepping away from the console, Maxlar picked up a laser pointer and began marking items on the map.
 
Immediately, a small red dot appeared near the bottom of the display.

“You will be landing here at sunrise,” Maxlar explained, his deep voice rumbling throughout the room.
 
The map magnified more, enlarging the building until it dominated the screen.
 
“In the center of the bunker, there is a central meeting chamber.
 
We believe this to be the War Room from which the Premier has been directing the battle.
 
He and his Generals should all be present in this room.
 
If not, you will have to clear the adjacent rooms until you locate him.”

“We’re just going march into a heavily fortified Terran bunker and kill the Premier?” Yen asked doubtfully.

“Yes,” the Oterian replied.
 
“More or less.”

Reaching behind the table, Maxlar pulled out the heavy plastic case.
 
Opening the locks around its exterior, he revealed a dozen small metallic bracelets, each accentuated by a single red button.
 
Yen gingerly picked on up, flipping it over and examining its relative lack of complexity.

“And these are?” Yen asked.

“Based off the Lithid method of transformation, the bracelets allow a single individual to alter their physical appearance,” Maxlar explained.
 
“Both the Terran and Alliance spy networks have used them extensively.
 
In this case, all these bracelets have been modified to make you all appear as Terrans of noble birth.”

Seeing that Yen was still hesitant, Maxlar took the bracelet back from Yen and placed it in his hand.
 
As soon as he pushed the red button, his skin began to shimmer and bubble.
 
His thick fur disappeared, replaced by soft pink flesh while his body shrunk to a more manageable height.
 
His muscular frame thinned substantially, leaving a Terran soldier standing where the Oterian once had.

“You won’t get a better presentation than that,” Maxlar said, his deep voice unchanged, as he hit the button again and started the transformation back to the massive Oterian.

Suspicion ran deep in Yen.
 
Reaching into the case, he chose a bracelet at random.

“This will turn me into a Terran?” he asked.

“A perfect disguise for infiltration,” Maxlar confirmed.

Yen strapped the bracelet to his wrist and pressed the button.
 
He watched in amazement, as he yellow skin lost its amber luster at turned pink.
 
Along his back, he felt, rather than saw, the spines slowly disappear into the fabric of his uniform.
 
Within seconds, he was transformed into a Terran.
 
With Maxlar watching on, he tested the system repeatedly, switching back and forth between Terran and his former self.
 
Finally satisfied, Yen unbuckled the bracelet and handed it back to the Oterian.

“And that is why your strike force is dressed like Terrans?” Yen asked as he tried to smile disarmingly.

“A uniform will be provided for you onboard your transport,” Maxlar rumbled.

“You seem to have thought of everything,” Yen said.
 
“When do we leave?”

“
We
don’t,” Maxlar explained.
 
“This is where we go our separate ways.
 
However, if everything I’ve heard about you is correct, then the High Council will have nothing to worry about.”

Yen stuck out his hand, which Maxlar ignored.
 
Turning, the Oterian left the conference room, leaving Yen and the soldiers alone.
 
Placing his hands on his hips, Yen perused his new soldiers.

“I’m not big on speeches,” Yen said sternly.
 
“I don’t need to tell you the importance of this mission, especially since every one of you looks ready for combat.
 
Get your things, and I’ll meet you on the ship.”

Yen left the room ahead of the others and walked to his quarters.
 
Grabbing just enough supplies for the brief time that he would be away, Yen hurried back to the hangar bay.
 
By the time he arrived, the rest of the soldiers were already onboard and seated.
 
Nodding appreciatively, Yen took his seat near the front of the ship.

Leaning forward, he patted the pilot on the shoulder.
 
“Get us out of here.”

As the small ship departed the
Revolution
, Yen noticed the
Ballistae
leaving the galaxy at a quick speed.
 
He allowed himself a smile, knowing that Keryn was cursing his name even now.
 
At least he knew that it would be a long time before he had to deal with either Keryn or Iana again.

Maxlar sat in the observation deck of the hangar bay, watching Yen’s ship slide from its berth and prepare for its departure.
 
Reaching into the inside pocket of his uniform, he pulled out a sealed envelope.
 
Pausing only momentarily to observe the High Council emblem emblazoned upon the seal, Maxlar quickly opened the letter.

The directions within were simple:
Activate the blue switch.

Opening his brief case once more, Maxlar reached to the upper right corner of the case’s interior and moved an unassuming blue button to the “on” position.
 
A red light flickered from a bulb directly above the switch.

Maxlar shook his head, unsure what any of his actions meant, but confident that he was following the High Council’s orders without fail.
 
Satisfied, the Oterian stood and left the room.

CHAPTER 42:

The ship skimmed the red surface of the planet, tracing the rises and falls of the shifting sand dunes.
 
The planet was desolate and uninhabitable, save the one bunker located nearly a hundred miles still ahead.
 
Yen hated the jostling of the ship as it flew so close to the ground, but knew it was necessary to avoid the Terran radars.
 
His soldiers, however, took the abuse in silence; most of the men barely seemed to move at all as the ship tilted to avoid another outcropping of sand or rock.

Yen donned the lightly armored costume that he would wear, one that resembled a Terran General.
 
The outfit clung to his body, feeling awkward and confining against the spines on his back.
 
Once he transformed, he knew the uniform would fit better, but Yen grew nauseas at the thought of wearing a Terran’s skin for any longer than necessary.
 
Instead, he tilted the General’s hat over his yellowed forehead and let his black hair cascade down his back.

As the team made their initial approach, the ship slowed and set down behind a large dune.
 
The back door cracked, letting waves of stifling dry heat into the interior of the ship.
 
Yen stood and nodded to the rearmost soldier.
 
Unbuckling himself, the soldier reached into the storage area above him and removed his high-powered sniper rifle.

“I’m not expecting any Terrans to escape alive,” Yen yelled to be heard over the howling wind, “but you’re our failsafe if any do.
 
We don’t need any prisoners, so shoot to kill.”

“Yes sir,” was all the soldier said before slipping off the back of the ship and trudging through the thick red sand.

Yen pressed the button and the rear of the ship sealed shut once more.
 
Rocking slightly, the ship lifted off and gained some altitude before approaching the Terran bunker.
 
The flight from the drop off point to the bunker was relatively short.
 
Yen had only just gotten settled into his seat when the intercom crackled to life.

“We’re being flagged by the Terran bunker,” the pilot called back.
 
“We’re being ordered to set down outside the front entrance.
 
It appears that we are going to have a rather large welcoming party.”

Yen began flashing hand and arm signals, notifying the soldiers to activate their transformation bracelets.
 
One by one, the different races melted and boiled away, leaving behind strong-jawed Terran soldiers.
 
Content that everything was ready, Yen unwillingly activated his own.
 
Yen’s long hair receded and turned white, stopping when it was a close-cropped military cut.
 
His smooth yellow skin darkened and tanned.
 
Stubble erupted from his cheeks and chin, giving the impression of a long journey to reach this remote outpost.
 
Looking down at his hands, Yen was disgusted by the soft pink flesh and roughly callused palms.