Naero's War: The Citation Series 3: Naero's Trial by Mason Elliott Page A
Authors: Mason Elliott
Tags: Science-Fiction, adventure, Military, Science Fiction & Fantasy, alien invasion, first contact, Galactic Empire, Space Marine, Colonization
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teknomance a full stealth suit of combat armor for her, complete with gravwing, weapons, and ordnance. The fixers whipped up other gravwings and gravlifts as they went along according to her directions.
At last, Naero came to Master Jo’s private stealth ship at the starport, damaged from without in order to ground it. Master Jo had promised her that he would keep Naero-3 in his own private quarters, sealed like a vault against intrusion.
Anyone still human had evacuated the area, and now the complex and the remaining starships there were overrun with the possessed.
Then Naero spotted something frightening.
The possessed were directing their own into any of the ships that were still functioning.
She contacted Klyne, giving him the update. Naero strongly advised that all ships leaving Kalathar be intercepted or destroyed. Otherwise, the possession plague was going to spread, quickly expand to other nearby worlds and systems, and very soon go out of control.
Hundred of the creatures swarmed on Master Jo’s stricken vessel, still trying to force their way inside.
Naero startapped again, replenished her Cosmic energies, and transported herself into the heart of the starship.
Her heart fell. Something had already gotten into the ship somehow, perhaps from the other side or underneath. There were melted holes and shattered bulkheads leading in the same direction that she was going.
The stealth fixer sent her an alert. There were traces of near-astral signature particles in the air.
Something or someone had phazed their way on board the ship.
She rushed to the shielded vault in Master Jo’s private quarters.
Some immense power had torn the vault completely open and peeled its shielded blastwalls back. Darkforce and something else.
Naero snarled as she sensed them. Anywhere from several to perhaps a dozen of the G’lothc Darkforce generation suits.
Who or what was the enemy using to power them now?
Naero ducked in quickly and investigated, but it was now very clear.
The enemy had Naero-3, the KDM, Om–and most important of all–her unborn child, all at the enemy’s mercy.
6
A distress call reached her from one of the Prime adepts.
It was Fel Wilde. “Naero, do you read us? We’re with Khai and we’re fighting on top of what’s left of the gigacity dome. Come in, Naero.”
“I copy, Fel. This is Naero. Hang tight and keep fighting. I’m on my way.”
Naero transported out of Master Jo’s ruined starship.
She still dealt with the shock of losing Naero-3 and all that was within her replicant. Even worse, Naero-3 had still been held in stasis, and had no way to fight back or escape. The plan had been for Master Jo to revive her once he brought Khai to her after the execution.
At least Naero was glad to be past all of that mess, at least for the time being.
The enemy had tried to overwhelm Khai and the others with sheer numbers of possessed near the starport, driving them toward the city dome.
The Mystics held them off, retreating in the only direction left to them–up the side of the immense city dome.
But as Naero swept in cloaked, she quickly saw that there were thousands of possessed moving to encircle Khai and the Mystics.
In some cases, the more mindless monsters overloaded the dome structure and broke through it, falling far below, and rendering huge parts of the dome unsafe and near the point of collapse.
Still the enemy crawled over the city dome surface like mad, heedless insects.
Naero swooped in and distributed the gravwings just in time for Khai and the Mystics to zip away.
As she predicted, they turned back for a moment and saw a huge section of the dome topple down within, dragging thousands of possessed with it.
Naero took Khai’s hand and led them to the drop zone with the 6 th Division Spacer Marines. 6 th Division Marines were known as The Razor Princes. Their motto: We Rule the Battlefield! Their division unit symbol was a purple number 6 with a
At last, Naero came to Master Jo’s private stealth ship at the starport, damaged from without in order to ground it. Master Jo had promised her that he would keep Naero-3 in his own private quarters, sealed like a vault against intrusion.
Anyone still human had evacuated the area, and now the complex and the remaining starships there were overrun with the possessed.
Then Naero spotted something frightening.
The possessed were directing their own into any of the ships that were still functioning.
She contacted Klyne, giving him the update. Naero strongly advised that all ships leaving Kalathar be intercepted or destroyed. Otherwise, the possession plague was going to spread, quickly expand to other nearby worlds and systems, and very soon go out of control.
Hundred of the creatures swarmed on Master Jo’s stricken vessel, still trying to force their way inside.
Naero startapped again, replenished her Cosmic energies, and transported herself into the heart of the starship.
Her heart fell. Something had already gotten into the ship somehow, perhaps from the other side or underneath. There were melted holes and shattered bulkheads leading in the same direction that she was going.
The stealth fixer sent her an alert. There were traces of near-astral signature particles in the air.
Something or someone had phazed their way on board the ship.
She rushed to the shielded vault in Master Jo’s private quarters.
Some immense power had torn the vault completely open and peeled its shielded blastwalls back. Darkforce and something else.
Naero snarled as she sensed them. Anywhere from several to perhaps a dozen of the G’lothc Darkforce generation suits.
Who or what was the enemy using to power them now?
Naero ducked in quickly and investigated, but it was now very clear.
The enemy had Naero-3, the KDM, Om–and most important of all–her unborn child, all at the enemy’s mercy.
6
A distress call reached her from one of the Prime adepts.
It was Fel Wilde. “Naero, do you read us? We’re with Khai and we’re fighting on top of what’s left of the gigacity dome. Come in, Naero.”
“I copy, Fel. This is Naero. Hang tight and keep fighting. I’m on my way.”
Naero transported out of Master Jo’s ruined starship.
She still dealt with the shock of losing Naero-3 and all that was within her replicant. Even worse, Naero-3 had still been held in stasis, and had no way to fight back or escape. The plan had been for Master Jo to revive her once he brought Khai to her after the execution.
At least Naero was glad to be past all of that mess, at least for the time being.
The enemy had tried to overwhelm Khai and the others with sheer numbers of possessed near the starport, driving them toward the city dome.
The Mystics held them off, retreating in the only direction left to them–up the side of the immense city dome.
But as Naero swept in cloaked, she quickly saw that there were thousands of possessed moving to encircle Khai and the Mystics.
In some cases, the more mindless monsters overloaded the dome structure and broke through it, falling far below, and rendering huge parts of the dome unsafe and near the point of collapse.
Still the enemy crawled over the city dome surface like mad, heedless insects.
Naero swooped in and distributed the gravwings just in time for Khai and the Mystics to zip away.
As she predicted, they turned back for a moment and saw a huge section of the dome topple down within, dragging thousands of possessed with it.
Naero took Khai’s hand and led them to the drop zone with the 6 th Division Spacer Marines. 6 th Division Marines were known as The Razor Princes. Their motto: We Rule the Battlefield! Their division unit symbol was a purple number 6 with a
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