Love looms in times of war
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CHAPTER 10
First Wave
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A transparent canopy shut, sealing a man within an hermetic
bubble. It was the core of a Robotech beast, cocoon of unnatural
material, protector of one frail, natural life. With efficient,
countlessly rehearsed movements, the human checked his vessel
one last time. Soon after, a powerful engine hummed imperceptibly
under his apt command. A gentle buzz, muffled by layers of protective gear,
combined itself with the tense throbbing behind his temples.
Deployment loomed and Scott Bernard's mind brimmed with anxiety.
It had been minutes since he had seen Invid pilots near their
mecha; it had been minutes since he saw Ariel disappear into
another beast, much like his own but not the same.
The Veritechs that the aliens piloted had been called bio-robotech
weapons. They were lighter, faster and more accurate than human-piloted
mecha. The hybrid machines represented Robotechnology's triumph
over Protoculture's raw force, its honing by means of artificially
enhanced Invid minds. "Enhancing shackles," Scott knew, "Green-glowing,
deadly shackles."
Scott's mind was jumbled, fixated on images of Iskandar's implant
and possible scenarios for Ariel's, his Ariel's, death.
He knew that she waited amidst a machine designed to wield extraordinary
firepower, a hybrid. Ironically, the new veritechs wouldn't reach
their full potential. Due to the rashness of the situation, and
lack of testing time, their developers had opted to limit their
destructiveness. The machines were not completely stable and
could inflict irreparable self-blows to the forces if something
went awry. Shadow mecha, on the other hand, was slower but its
reliability had been throughly tested. Armed to the joints, the
tested would complement the new.
Scott breathed, stilled himself, and blocked all noise before
battle. The hangar bay's giant hatch rose. He gave the order
and thrusters flared, propelling the Raiders into the void.
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Dana followed the progress of the first wave of Grant's attack. "They're
all out," she said, mostly to herself.
"Do you think it will be long for them to secure an access path,
major?" a familiar low voice inquired. Major Sterling smirked.
"We'll have to hold off and see," she replied as she glanced
at him over an armored shoulder. He nodded.
Under watchful eyes, Spartas were being loaded into an armored
carrier. As Sterling waited along her unit, she thought about
the owner of that soothing voice. Angelo. Always there, always
paying attention to me... Why did you follow me into this new
adventure, Angie? Why risk your life in some attempt to rescue
people that mean nothing to you...?
"Are you eager to get into that tin box, Lieutenant Dante?" she
inquired shifting her eyes from him to the transport. "You used
to hate that sort of thing."
His lips turned upwards imperceptibly. "As long as you're suffering
through it too, I'll be fine with it, major."
Dana said nothing but decided that a heart to heart conversation
was long overdue between her and the lieutenant. Sadly, even
if there had been a time when she would have indulged herself
-looming battle notwithstanding- and wandered down that path
right away, she realized with uncharacteristic finality that
now was not the time. Dana was a grown up and she forced herself
to focus on the current situation.
Bernard's out there now, she reminded herself, high
on those chemicals Jean doped him with... Not Bernard,
Scott , she corrected, a brother that she never thought
she'd meet. Apprehension assailed her and she looked distractedly
at the glossy do adorning each of her fingertips. If she was
one to bite her nails, it would have been the perfect moment. Focus,
Dana, focus...
Perhaps she shouldn't have aided the little one into conning
the good doctor and getting his not-fully-recovered ass out there. What
if he gets hurt? What if he dies in battle? The scars of
losing someone dear were still fresh on the young woman's psyche. He
better not... Mom'll skin me if she knows I had anything to do
with it... A fear she had fought hard to control resurfaced;
there was a chance she'd never see her parents again. Dana squashed
the feeling. I'm going to rescue them , she declared
firmly and chided herself for even considering the possibility
of failure. I'll take on those enemy bastards one by one
if I need to. And Scott will be fine as well, damn it! she
cursed mentally.
She didn't want to lose her parents, brother, or... or Angelo
for that matter. Life owed her a chance to be with them, see
them age . Why not? It was just fair after it had taken
Zor, so many comrades and loved ones from her.
Dana Sterling tensed and clutched her helmet hard. She caught
lieutenant Dante looking at her intently. Her eyes held his gaze.
She was going to get what she wanted this time.
Clear a path for me, little brother... she wished. We'll
get them out.
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Scott's craft moved slowly, it seemed to glide, as if it simply
dangled in open space. It was a strange sensation, not strong
enough to cloud his perception, but not helpful either. Maybe
the drug Dr. Grant gave him was having more adverse effects than
expected.
He stilled, trying to clear his senses. He needed all five and
a sixth, if he had any. On the Alpha's upper console, a blinking
dot marked 03 caught his attention. Ariel. He could
see her mecha flanking him on the right and, if he looked hard
enough, he could make out her profile in the distance. He thought
he had a few seconds to spare straining his sight at it, when
Lieutenant Hopkins's face appeared on his main screen.
Her eyes were framed by dark shallow circles. Lack of sleep
was evident, maybe even worry after what she had confessed to
know. She avoided looking at him directly and followed protocol
strictly while she transmitted the offensive's intended coordinates.
The data entered, his Alpha's directional system adjusted itself
accordingly. Without working radars, said spatial coordinates
were only an informed guess regarding the enemy's whereabouts.
The Invid members of Raider squadron were supposed to be capable
of sensing the presence of the invisible foe, however, their
ability had a limited range. And they were far.
"Godspeed commander," she said, suddenly searching for his eyes
on the screen. "Please be careful," she added on a private channel,
just loud enough into her headset for the words to reach his
ears.
"Will do," was his reply. It hit him then: she cared for him.
Her concern, her nervousness, her reaction to Dana, her odd behavior... But w hy? What
had he done for her to care?
Distant stars blinked eerily before his mecha burst into full
speed, making them streak an immensely black canvas white. His
squad fell into formation and soon enough, the enemy fell onto
them. The attack had begun.
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Following their commanding officer's orders, the Invid advanced
in sync with each other. Furthermore, they seemed to fly in pairs
by instinct. Whenever he could spare a chance, Scott's sight
followed Raider 03. Ariel's combat was different from what he
had seen that other almost-fatal time. Gone were her hesitation
and her fear; she maneuvered her craft with precision, almost
mechanical precision. The Invid aimed, shot and hit. Her enhanced
awareness allowed her to almost predict movements about to be
made against her; and when she didn't, another like her would
take the offender down. Scott realized with mixed feelings that
those infamous implants were doing their job just fine. With
dread, he pictured the devices and their counters running out
of time.
Raider 07 - by now Scott had him identified as Uld -
covered Ariel's back and she did the same for him. Jealousy cruised
the officer's heart as a result of seeing them fighting together.
Yet, he reigned over his irrational feelings; he didn't need
their distraction. He willed his throbbing brain to strictly
follow the attack plan. It was the best he could do to ensure
everyone's safety.
Hours lapsed. Invid and human fought side by side. The former's
increased speed and sensitivity took care of isolating and slowing
the enemy down, clearing the way for the latter's fire power
to annihilate efficiently. In the distance, at last, Scott distinguished
the battered shape of the SDF-3. Shivers ran down his back and
firmed his resolve to move forward.
As the enemy's fierceness increased, explosions rocked his Alpha. "Commander..." he
missed the voice calling him. He managed to stabilize it and,
sending all power to his rear thrusters, Scott launched his Alpha
across the distance. The battle fortress dominated his thoughts.
"Commander..."Again, he didn't hear. It is so close! he
thought. As he raced a sinuous course, his mind was filled with
images of his missing parents. He didn't hear Cooper's orders
or see the enemy ships behind him; yet, Ariel had.
"Scott!" a scream pierced his ears."Ariel?" he mumbled.
"Move right!" she yelled again. Scott came to his senses in
time to feel enemy fire caressing his Alpha's fuselage. An explosion
rippled the vacuum and debris flew in front of him. She had destroyed
one of his pursuers. But there was another one who still fired
at him.
He dodged the blasts and, in mid motion, transformed his craft.
He cut propulsion abruptly only to resume it upwards while turning.
Scott hadn't anticipated the enemy's sudden course change. It
was seeking to ram itself against his battloid. Scott used the
mecha's arms to divert the impact. It only half worked. The right
appendage failed to get a grip and ended embedded into the craft
while the left was latched about it. Inertia pushed the tangled
mecha until they came to a stop. Ariel's heart raced watching
the immobile metallic heap.
"That was a close one," said Bernard into his intercom after
a short while. Ariel released the breath she had been holding.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. All things considered, he thought,
while he furiously tried to activate his mecha, "but I've lost
all power. My controls are not responding."
"I'm getting you out," she said while she mentally asked Uld
to cover them.
"Negative," said Scott. "Get out of here. It is dangerous for
you to stay." She paid him no heed as she proceeded to look for
the best way to remove his mecha. It was no use. The impact had
fused the enemy and Scott's crafts together.
"Seems this one developed a permanent attachment to you... I'll
have to drag you both."
"Ariel, I said..." He was about to complain when Lieutenant
Hopkin's face appeared on his screen.
"All units, return to base," she said.
"What?" he could still see the trapped ship. "We can't stop
now, the SDF-3 is within our reach!" he yelled, helplessly trapped
in his uncooperative Alpha.
"An enemy mothership is approaching, Commander. General Grant
has ordered the second wave's attack to be diverted toward it."
"A mothership?"
"I'm sorry sir... " The rest of her words were lost to him.
Ariel dragged his damaged mecha toward safety as he watched the
battle fortress fade out of view. We were so close...
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