COMBAT SALVAGE 2165 (12 page)

The vibrations from the topside turret hummed as Phipps tried to open a panel on the forward bulkhead. It resisted, and he held on to the bulkhead straps and kicked at it with one heel until Chief Horcheese thumped it once with her artificial fist and a few hundred kilograms of force. It cracked open after that. "Positional readjustment is my specialty," she said. "No charge."

Phipps opened it all the way and revealed the loading mechanism for the turret. As he triple-checked his gunner’s load and ammo feed, he said, "Those Squidies all got propulsion built in their suits."

"
Are there going to be a lot of them?" Parker wasn’t ashamed to ask.
 

"
Don’t you worry. Probably can’t catch us if we keep moving at this speed," Phipps said, "but we’ll have to stop if we actually find anything and we want to secure it."
 

"Wish we’d brought the gunnery junk instead," Parker blurted out without thinking. "It’s got a lot more turrets."
Audacity’s
crew chief scowled a little at that. "Sorry," she said. "I mean I just wish we brought more guns, that’s all. No offense."
 

He flew like a dirigible to the rear bulkhead and opened the door of the junk’s armory where a dozen MA-48 rifles rested inside on their rack, waiting patiently for their chance kill something. "If it’s guns you want," he said with a grin. "MA-48 over/under. Pulse laser up top, point seven zero gauss rifle slung underneath. I bet you scored pretty high with one in basic.
My
daughter did." For a second, his chest puffed out farther than his belly. "She looks just like you."

11

Burn was getting her money’s worth out of that armor, Jordo thought. One hit like
Audacity
was taking down there would give a little F-151 Bitzer like his cause to pause.

Luxor’s
ripped bulkheads, hull, and cargoes had spread out along a thin strip of the larger debris field and the junk had to plow through the wreckage of the alien ships to get close to it. She knocked fragments of Squidy hull flying off the bow plate.

He never thought you could blow a ship into so many tiny pieces until the first time he saw particle weapons and warhead dets and a cooked-off reactor turn a warship to a cloud of vapor and condensing metals, confetti and shrapnel.
Audacity
left a thin bow wake made of all those tiny pieces until Burn brought the junk to a stop abreast of the region where Luxor’s debris was thickest. Then, she fired the thrusters in opposition to spin the 50-meter boat.
 

Jordo said, "
Audacity
, this is 1-1, you look as if you found something you like."

"
Lancer, 1-1," Burn said. "We’ve got a genuine tug on the line. More than one. The redsuits think they actually found what we need. Guess we won’t have to airlock the cherry after all."
 

Jordo’s flight helmet picked out the alien survivors hiding in the debris. Down through his feet, through the bottom of the canopy they darted from bulkhead to torn bulkhead making for the junk . He was surprised to see so many. Squidies never launch any lifeboats. Everyone knows they’d rather die than be captured.

"
Burn," he said. "I can see Squidies in the wreckage coming for you. I’ve got eyes on a baker’s dozen closing from mostly your 8 and 2 o’clock. From where I am, I estimate they’ll be in small arms range of that junk in less than 60 seconds."
 

"
Roger that, 1-1."
 

The two knuckledragger mechs broke away from
Audacity’s
port side together and made for the containers from the
Luxor
. The crews riding on top of them were armed, but they weren’t combat specialists. As the mechs flew into the debris and left the direct cover of the junk’s turret, the Squidies moved on them.
 

The ropey, alien knots of ribbon and hose-like limbs all around the redsuits trailed their appendages behind them as they came. All except for a single pair of them Jordo saw flying with only one of their ten, garden hose ‘arms’ extended out in front of them. "
Audacity
, I’ve got eyes on two armed Squidies angling on your ‘draggers from their 3 o’clock. Looks like they've got weapons."

*****

Back at Sagan, the exo-atmospheric infantry combat instructor had said (with a lunar drawl) ‘
Successful infantry combat maneuvering does not allow the enemy to acquire your flank or the flank of adjoining units.'
But out here, it felt like the fire teams riding on top of the two ‘draggers had nothing
but
flanks.
 

The Squidies came after them now from nearly all bearings, jetting from one bit of wreckage to another, coiling their 3.5 meter, boneless freak bodies to hide from fire behind pieces of deck and rent bulkhead that wouldn’t have hidden a human child.

"
Five o’clock high," Parker said. "
Mine
." She grunted a little as she took the MA-48’s recoil, firing with one hand and holding on to the knuckledragger’s pommel with the other. Tig didn’t have time to look away from his assigned sector off the ‘dragger’s right shoulder, but Parker must have hit something with those rounds because he caught a flash out the corner of his eye. Then another and another. She said, "I got it."
 

"
That’s good," Chief Horcheese said as she fired. "Do it again." Tig wasn’t sure just who the Chief was talking to after that because she spoke softly for once. "Pick your targets and aim. Slow is fast," she said. "Slow is fast. See it. See it happen. Send the round downrange."
 

The Squidy that Raleigh hit looked like it folded and wrapped itself around the .70 slug. The projectile’s energy swept the alien away with all its limbs chasing after.

"
I’ve got a pair coming in from 3 o’clock," Tig said. "They’re flying with their arms pointed out in front of them." He kept his left hand on the ‘dragger, aimed the MA-48 from his hip and zoomed in on target with his helmet. He’d just filled his visor with an enhanced image of the Squidies now peeking at him from behind cover on a larger fragment when their tiny nubby ‘heads’ and the jagged edge they peeked over all turned to vermillion flame. They were washed away by a flooding waterfall of hellfire rain. He inhaled when he saw it and sucked the one drop of spit he had left down his windpipe. He coughed while he zoomed out to see the stream of 140mm shells coming down in a long, pissing stream from the F-151 Bitzer and its six, furious cannon. The exo-atmospheric fighter just above the debris field rotated on its maneuvering jets and looked for another target.
 

"Under a
hundred meters," Rampone said from inside the mech’s chest. "Three standard, 2 TEU Tensies dead ahead. They’re floating pretty close together in a cloud of other crap." He puffed the ‘dragger straight up to go around a constellation of spinning, meter-long struts ripped from the hauler when she was hit.
 

He risked a glance ahead and saw the containers 10 meters long and painted light blue on one side, charred on the other, floating with a sea of smaller containers all lost with the
Luxor
. "Like I said, that hauler came apart clean." A few seconds after he said that, Tig spotted the first of the burned, human bodies floating lifeless with the lost cargo and wished he hadn’t opened his mouth.
 

There weren’t supposed to be so many Squidies. Even after having their ships blown out from under them, some of them were still armed.

"
I’ve got more targets than I can suppress," That was the last thing Posjic said that Tig could understand. After that, it was a short gurgle and then a roaring, like some kind of jet engine was trying to play his windpipe like a musical instrument. The knuckledragger sparked and arced around him from the alien microwave beam. Posjic pulled his legs up and twisted and spun off of the ‘dragger, screaming that hurricane sound until his mic burned out. His helmet filled with white flame and he briefly lit them all like a bulb.
 

"
Fuck! Grab him!" Wambach rose up from his crouch and snagged Posjic's ankle before Horcheese pulled them both back down.
 

"
They’re still coming..." Parker said.
 

"
There’s too many. Why the fuck are there so many?"
 

"Parker, cover Posjic’s sector." Then, Horcheese put the calm back in her voice. "Aim and Fire. Slow is fast. We’re almost there." She spoke differently to Burn on
Audacity
. "This is Chief Horcheese, the three containers are intact, but we’ve got a real bad Squidy problem out here. It’s more than we can handle. We’re taking casualties. If we can secure these things, I don’t think we can make it back to the junk with them."
 

"
Secure the emitters," was all Burn said on comms.
 

*****

Jordo and his cannon couldn’t help them. From his perspective, the ‘draggers dodging fire and debris below drove straight into a cloud of Staas Shipping containers and came to a dead stop. The Squidies came at them from all sides after that, but in this densest part of the debris field he didn’t have a clear shot.

His flight helmet showed him spotty imagery obscured by the debris. He thought he saw the figures on top of the 4-meter mechs push off and spread out around the knuckledraggers.

A brief opening revealed the mechs already spinning on their puffers and maneuvering to get what they’d come for. Rampone grabbed hold of a 10m Staas container with the mighty claw-foot in the rear and gave a burst of gas to grasp another of the belt-iron steel containers and bring it in contact with the first. The flashes from the quick welds it laid down lit up the debris like flares. Jordo made out one or two of the stringy aliens below carried away by fire from the MA-48s, but not enough of them. The aliens were already too close. The redsuits would be overrun in seconds and there was nothing he could do.

*****

The Squidies arrived all at once. They came out two and three at a time and crossed the last open space together so that even if you hit one with the MA-48 like he did, there was no time for a second shot before you were within reach of those countless limbs. It bent its ribbon-thin ‘body’ around the rifle and gripped it and twisted while its ten ‘arms’ snaked over Tig’s chest and shoulders and helmet, binding him and half-blinding him as they rolled and spun and twisted together.

Something flared up too bright and too close and between the gaps in his helmet visor not covered with the boneless alien appendages, he saw Wambach wielding a plasma cutter, swinging the clumsy, fat, meter-long cylinder like the hilt of a ridiculously out of proportion sword. When Tig and the alien twisted around again, the blade of magnetically focused plasma had sliced a Squidy into a pair of thrashing hose and ribbon tangles that shot a mix of snowy atmo and alien blood out mortal wounds.

He got yanked and spun in two directions at once. Then, he saw that nub of an alien helmet up close, pressed against his own visor. As he scrambled with his hands and clawed and tore and ripped whatever he could to escape that alien’s grasp, gloved human hands gripped either side of the Squidies ‘helmet’. Alien atmo vented out punctures where Chief Horcheese’s machine fingers pressed their way straight through the Squidy’s suit. She set her feet against the bundled knot of writhing spindle-limbs and pulled with all her strength.

The alien nub of a helmet cracked and vented more and ripped off the suit. The thing underneath, writhed only centimeters from Tig's face. Shriveling oral appendages surrounded a single orifice. It didn’t open like a jaw; it dilated like a toothy anus. Tig didn’t see the eyes before Horcheese pulverized it.

It took agonizingly long to untangle himself from those ten, dead arms until Horcheese tore away the alien limbs still wrapped around him like paper snakes.

"
My rifle! I lost my rifle!"
 

"Forget it!" When he looked at the Chief through the pale, bluish alien blood frozen to her visor, he saw her face turn white in an instant. In the reflection he saw the first of the pieces of wreckage
Audacity
had knocked towards them. The terrifying storm of debris came off the junk’s bow like a wake as the 50-meter boat plunged into the densest part of the cloud, coming straight at them. The debris she knocked in the redsuits’ direction collided with other pieces on the way to create a storm of jagged metal and packing containers coming at them almost as fast as the junk itself.
 

*****

The metal storm headed straight for Horcheese and her redsuits, and Jordo ordered her to get the hell out of there, but Burn shouted over him. "Belay that! Hold position and secure that load!"

Burn pulled up out of the field and accelerated ahead of that deadly bow wave of debris so hard that he thought she'd rip the nacelles off their mounting. After she got out in front of it, she rotated her nacelles again and blasted the junk almost straight down into the field again. A second later, Burn fired thrust in her direction of travel and brought
Audacity
to a dead stop between the approaching metal storm and the redsuits. Instead of shredding
them
, it slammed into the junk and peppered the hull with little flashes and hot spots from the impacts. The Squidies that got hit with that wave vented clouds of snowy gas out their ruptured suits.