Combined Intelligence Directorate
'The Black House'
Sicyon, Sagittar
'The Black House'
Sicyon, Sagittar
The middle-aged woman sat at the small steel desk looked up at the first knock on her door. "Enter." The newcomer looked down on her, a sleek tower of corded muscle topped with black hair just starting to run to grey all covered in a dark green uniform, blank except for the single grey tag bearing the name Kallias. He smiled lazily, "Taxiarch. You sent for me?"
"Sit down," she commanded curtly. He did so, crossing his legs idly, one booted foot slowly tapping the floor as she looked at him wordlessly. "We've got another job for your bunch. As of twenty-nine hundred hours last night, we lost contact with the Alpha-Test-Four. It's a new ship, a special design. The specifics you don't need to know, but suffice to say it's got the most advanced LOW-OB and sensor systems going, and losing it is...embarrassing for the upper echelon of the Nautikon."
Kallias snorted, "I can imagine. Get a new toy and they break it." He couldn't keep the grin off his face at the satisfaction of knowing yet another Navy project had gone as his father would have said, 'tits-up'.
The Taxiarch's face finally cracked a little, showing a hint of a smile. "Yeah. Anyway, approximately four hours after contact cessation, we noticed the emergency beacon flashing. It's crash-landed on some dead-end planet. Not many locals, and it is a quiet area, so we've got opportunity to retrieve without disturbing anyone. Get in, retrieve the data and crew, and evaluate the chance we can pull the wreck off the surface. Understood?"
The man shrugged, a hint of a bored grimace on his lips. "No problem, ma'am. Standard resources I take it?"
The woman nodded. "Yes. You're getting a better ride than the Hsigo this though. Know those old Rangers we've got, where the Navy trains their people?" Kellias nodded. "Well, we made a deal, got access on three decommissioned hulls and completely refitted them as armed Jump-capable interdiction vessels. 'Moirai'-class, they are now. You're out-bound in four hours."
"Joy," muttered Kellias as he stood and saluted.
SNV Clotho
Moirai-class Interdiction Craft
Moirai-class Interdiction Craft
The briefing room was small, just right for the size of a team like Kellias', but that didn't make it seem any quieter. Everyone talked, swapping speculation about the current mission. He could hear Boomboom practically chanting all the way down the corridor. "Viprans man, I'm saying we're hitting them."
"Don't be stupid. I reckon those Maekari. Nothing good comes of tentacle-heads."
He could hear Spidey sneer in reply, "We made peaceful contact with them, moron. You really think they'd send us after them?"
"Yeah, I'd have thought you'd have been wanting to get on that rather than shooting it Blueball!" cackled Hound. The chorus of laughter quelled the argument for just long enough. He cleared his throat noisily as he stepped through the door. "Thank god you're all wrong, otherwise I'd have to shoot the person who did know for breaking protocol." The change in the atmosphere was remarkable. All of a sudden, every member of Bǎolěi Squad was sat rigid on their seats eyes-front. Kellias managed to keep a sudden grin off his face at the look on them. "Okay. Speculation time's over."
"We're being sent to secure a shiny new Navy toy. It's eye-spy from the looks of it, and it went down last night in the Hsien-Lu System. Op is a standard grab-and-hold, which means standard equip-set, and standard commission." He glanced back up from the notepad he was holding. "They also want us to recover the ship if we can. If it turns out it can be done, they're throwing in a bonus for securing." He flung his arms out wide to invite questions. Holyman lifted a tattooed arm up, "Yeah boss. What's the environment like?"
"Place is a wasteland by all accounts. Lots of sun and sand, no water." Kellias glanced down at the sheet again. "There may be inhabited patches, but that's not a certain, so assume that there's no natives."
"Hostiles?" asked Korinna. Her tone was light, but he knew full well what she was hoping the answer would be.
He shook his head, "Nope. All accounts are it seems to have been an accident that caused the ship to crash." He pursed his lips, waiting for any other questions. "Alright, we're done. Time to get tooled-up."
Kellias glanced around the locker-room. Everyone was tooled-up, heavy plates covering the vitals and plenty of firepower. He caught a glimpse of the stencilled name on his own chest-plate. 'Pretty Boy', soon to be an irony as he contemplated the strands of grey starting in his hair. "Everything alright boss?" He turned to see Glory standing behind him. "Yeah. You?"
"Can't complain. Need the commission something fierce though. Anna's going to be ready for university next year, and I can't leave my parents to scrounge the money themselves."
"I hear that. Heh, knowing Eyes, he's probably going to get it back up to space with a tow line between his teeth if he has to."
The intercom crackled with the voice of the Clotho's new captain. "Bǎolěi Squad, drop in two."
The twelve of them pounded the deck, heavy boots thudding along the way to the launch-bay and the waiting dropship, boarding it in the reverse order they'd get off in. It wasn't a combat drop so none of them were using the bucket-seat harnesses arranged on each side of the compartment, just holding onto the dangling grips. "Listen up! Okay, very quickly. Team One is me, Tunnelrat, Eyes. Team Two is Boomboom, Spidey, Holyman. Team Three, Hound, Glory, Korinna, leaving Babe, Lykou and Blueball for Team Four."
Looking around the squad, he asked "We good?" They chorused assent with a slackness that wouldn't be tolerated in the main force Stratia. "Alright then," he nodded, turning to the Houyi battle carbine in his hands. Checking the rifle like an old lover, he ran through the pattern. Chamber clear. Magazine, full and tight. Sights worked in. Round-counter operational. Good to go. He slung the Houyi back on his shoulder, making sure the sling didn't fall into the gap between his arm-plate and the main chest cover. Getting it caught there would make him into mincemeat if a fight happened. The pilot piped in over the wide-com,the typical kind of miserable-sounding bastard that the Nautikon sent to Operational Branch units like his own. "Bǎolěi Squad, prepare for drop." The peculiar sensation of lightness filled the troop chamber as the transport rocked back on its skids, lifting itself above the deck plate, the anti-gravity generator running at full power to allow the crew and the team to burn hard and fast out of the bay. Engines kicked in, roaring plasma jets that would have quite easily sat alongside a flamethrower as a terrifying weapon.
Wreck of the Alpha-Test-Four
Planetary Surface
Planetary Surface
It took mere minutes for the dropboat to break down into the atmosphere, only the slight vibration of the engines showing it to be in motion to the passengers. Even the anti-grav generator couldn't totally arrest the jolt of deceleration as it dropped to a sudden halt forty metres from the blackened wreck of the Alpha-Test-Four, ramp falling open. Hound's team was the first off, dropping from the dropboat onto the sand dune below. Each of them scrambled out in a triangle patter, Korinna anchoring the tip just a few metres away from the craft. "Team Three, landing site secure." Kellias shrugged on the helmet held in his hand, letting the filters start pumping air as the rubber seals isolated his head from exposure to anything like poison gas or even an unbreathable atmosphere. The dropboat drifted down gently, shifting in the sand as the other nine of the unit tramped off.
Eyes winced as his sight adjusted to the glare and he could see the wreck properly. "Ah shit. I don't think we're going to be seeing that bonus, boss." Tunnelrat goggled at him. "Are you kidding me? Look at it. It might look like it's headed for scrap, but this damn thing looks like a modded Argonaut, and those are some tough machines."
Eyes rolled his eyes in faux-surprise, "Oh here we go, Mr Boat."
Kellias snapped at the pair. "Shut it! The way you two are going at it the Twelve themselves are going to hear you." He spotted a gaping hole in the flank of the ship, a great tear like an animal's jaws on its freshly caught food. Waving the unit onwards he sped up, doing the so-called dwarf-run, a crouching run that took its toll on the soldier but was better than standing in the open as a target. "This is Team One, securing portside hull breach. Status?"
"Team Four, moving to secure dorsal hatch."
"Team Two, we've got tracks. Multiple persons."
"Okay. Hold on the tracking until we've scouted this place first. Team Four, breach in five." Tunnelrat sprinted across the gaping hole wrought into the ship's frame, crashing his back against the hull on the other side, rifle up and covering the right flank. Eyes switched to his left-hand, not something he liked for long range, but good enough to use at short range. He lifted his hand in a thumbs-up for Pretty Boy who was still counting down, "Two, one, IN IN IN!" Pretty Boy dashed in, the hole opening up a long corridor, buckled black metal stretching away left and right. He turned to the left, crouching on one knee, rifle scanning the corridor as Eyes sprinted in to cover the right and Tunnelrat followed behind him.
On the far side of the ship, Lykou wrenched the hatch open using his prosthetics. Babe dropped in through the hatch, weapon up and ready. He switched on his helmet-lamp, the bright glare lighting the place up like a new-born sun. The light revealed a small chamber, an airlock which would in normal times receive a docking tube from a station. Right now it was a morgue. One female corpse lay contorted like a rag-doll on the floor, another corpse, this one a middle-aged Xhanese male was impaled on a piece of conduit tubing, chin red where the wound had made him choke on his own blood. Blueball thumped down besides him, followed by Lykou. The first grimaced at the sight of Babe's pale face. Lykou just ignored the bodies. "Corpses here," he reported.
The tinny voice of Pretty Boy came back over the widecom. "Alright. Team Three, secure the boat. Team Two, mark the tracks but police the side of the vessel. Teams One and Four, carry on sweep."