She had learned first aid while in the shelters, over two years ago. It had mainly been diagnosing the average sickness that cropped up, even with the nanotech scouring the air to destroy harmful biological life forms. During the year she spent in the shelter, deep underground as the war for her planet and her people raged on the surface, she had learned to treat burns, sickness, minor injuries, and had twice helped deliver a baby.
After the year of living beneath the ground, she had returned to the surface, returned to school.
Her family was still well to do. It had been, even when the Overseers had ruled over the system, but several of her family mbers had helped the Terrans defend her ho planet and because of that, they had connections and respect that money couldn't buy.
At the advice from the family mber she admired the most, she had kept up her first aid training, keeping up her certification.
Then the Slorpies had returned.
"linvae, get in the car!" her father yelled, trying to be heard over the howl of the graviton engines of the combat lifter that was bobbling in the middle of the street.
"I'm sorry!" the girl yelled, turning and running after her uncle. "Uncle Erylve, wait! Wait for !" She waved her first aid pack over her head, the dark OD green bag had a white circle on both sides, one side a red cross in the middle, the other a red crescent. The white caught the lights of the street, of the cars pulling out of driveways to speed toward the shelter only a mile away, and the lights of the grav-lifter she ran toward.
Her uncle paused, looking at her as one of the Terrans in the back handed a helt to him. He looked up, nodded, and waved at her to hurry before putting the helt on his head.
linvae barely reached the lifter before her arms were grabbed by powerful Terran hands and she was pulled up into the grav-lifter. The grav-engines howled as the combat craft tilted and took off, linvae almost stumbling before soone grabbed her and pushed a vest into her arms.
She pulled the vest on, noting that it had a clip to a strap connected to a loop on the ceiling. Soone gave her a helt and she put it on, a human hand helping close the strap under her chin. She pulled her aid bag over her head and grabbed the strap, pulling it taut and using it to hold herself.
"We're heading for Fort Targeth, Terran Army and Telkan Marines," her uncle's voice ca over the helt. "Keep your head down, the Slorpies sohow made planetfall without being noticed."
A Slorpie combat craft took that mont to rise up out of a field. linvae scread as the door gunner opened up, the solid looking shafts of light raking the Slorpie flying, blowing chunks off of it with white-blue flashes that dazzled her helt's visor.
Her uncle was handed two injectors. He slamd one into his own thigh, throwing it out the open door, then swung next to linvae. Before she could protest he slamd it against hers and she scread again in pain as a needle punched deep into her leg.
"Anti-rad treatnt! They're using anti-matter and atomics already!" her uncle yelled. "You shouldn't have co."
linvae shook her head, gritting her flat teeth. "People are going to get hurt! They need !" she yelled back. "I'm a dic!"
"You're a civilian first aid assistant!" her uncle yelled back. He looked outside as words stread across linvae's visor.
ATOMIC ATOMIC ATOMIC
The flash was almost at ground level, miles away. linvae could see the horizon light up as the white flash turned night into day. A trefoil radiation marker appeared in her visor, telling her she'd taken rads, but nothing to worry about.
Yet.
The grav-striker suddenly dropped, rolling slightly, and her uncle grabbed her tightly.
The guns toward the ground raked heaving surging forms on the ground. linvae had the impression of spines, teeth, heavy chitin armor, lashing tentacles, and roaring.
The guns exploded all of it in a slurry, so of it splattering the battlescreens of the grav-striker.
The striker leveled out and seed to pick up speed.
"You shouldn't have co," her uncle repeated.
"Then why did you let ?" linvae shot back.
He looked away. "Because they let fight last ti."
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linvae couldn't have told anyone that the ride in the grav-striker had only been two days ago. The Slorpies had arrived in force and she'd been rushing from one critically injured patient to the next in between shoving food in her mouth and sleeping wherever there was room enough for her to curl up.
"LET GO, PHILLIP STAB YOUR EYES! MY PLATOON IS OUT THERE!" the Telkan yelled as she used the pressor-assist to hold the Telkan Marine down. His legs were missing at the knee and he had plasma burns up his thighs.
"THEN THEY'LL HAVE TO FIGHT WITHOUT YOU!" linvae scread back at him as she locked him down. She grabbed the auto-heplock and slapped it against his throat. It auto-removed his fur, stunned the nerves, and slid a large bore IV needle into his neck.
"Let go, please, let go," the Telkan wept as the sedation beam took affect.
"linvae, I need you!" a Welkret nurse called out. She was wrestling with a one ard Telkan Marine, who was trying to get off the stretcher. His eyes were glassy and his whiskers drooped, sa as his ears, showing he wasn't quite sure where he was.
"Slorpies! Slorpies in the bush!" the Telkan gasped, grabbing at the nurse with one hand. "Slorpies in the bush!"
linvae rushed over and grabbed the Telkan with one hand, grabbing his armor's collar and pulling him backwards with one hand even as she reached up and grabbed the pressor emitter. His armor beeped at the recognition of her wristband, showing she was dical, and she was able to push him down on the stretcher as the strength assist cut out. The pressor beam emitter whined and linvae held him down, reaching up to grab another heplock.
"They're invisible, sir. You can't see them till they move in for the attack, Lieutenant," the Telkan said, staring at her with wide glassy eyes. "Watch for the grass moving, private. Recon by fire or grenades."
The Telkan's eyes fluttered and linvae watched carefully.
The Telkan suddenly lunged up, grabbing at the Welkret nurse with his one remaining hand. "IT'S AN AMBUSH!" He scread out.
The anesthetic beam took hold and the Telkan slumped back.
"linvae, I need you!" a doctor, a Russent mantid cried out.
She turned and rushed through the triage tent.
Outside the grav-striker she had arrived in settled down and the Tukna'rn litter bearers moved, quickly for them, to the striker. She glanced over and saw a single Hesstla manning the door gun.
She recognized him even before her visor tagged him and waved.
Her uncle waved back.
She turned away, rushing to help the doctor.
The wounded stread in.
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Aunt Fenn had dealt with a lot of shocks the last week. The sight of the military aircraft tumbling from the sky and destroying the family car bare minutes after she had chased her nieces and nephews. The panic inducing flight to the campground.
The male trying to hurt her.
That still haunted her dreams. Not how her niece had quickly and efficiently butchered the male. Not how she had done it silently, without speaking, with no more emotion than she would have shown cutting wood for the fire.
That the male had enjoyed Fenn's dismay and fear and emotional pain in so sadistic way.
She knew her husband was horrified by other things.
How their nephew took their oldest son out to 'check the periter', an act that seed to involve checking on booby traps and building more, as well as looking for anyone attempting to hide from the Slorpies nearby.
You can't trust anyone. Not anymore. All that matters is surviving, she heard her nephew say.
He's just a boy, she thought to herself, holding back tears. Her nephew was thirteen, her sons fourteen and eleven, and her nephew had led them outside to follow the instructions of a horrible book.
She didn't glance at the book. The Terran Confederate Army FM 5-31, had been hidden in the cabin and the boys had been encouraged to morize it. Encouraged to morize how to kill, how to create traps that killed, how to hunt, how to track, how to identify plants and animals and navigate in the wilderness.
It had only been two weeks, but her life before seed like a hazy dream.
One of the littles, which still had not been nad, screeched at another over a bug that the other little had found and promptly eaten.
"No!" the oldest of the littles, Nee, shrieked from where she was standing up, holding onto the windowsill and watching out the window at Fenn's husband and daughter and youngest niece working outside.
Fenn picked up the pitcher from beside the tub, dipped it in the water, and poured the water over her niece's back, washing away the gently slling thick dicinal foam.
Her oldest niece shuddered as the water poured across her back.
Fur no longer washed away to expose burned skin.
Now the skin of her niece was marked with twisting scar tissue from the burns. Her fur was gone in patches, thick burn scars beneath.
"Are you all right?" Fenn asked gently. "Is the water too cold?"
"I'm fine," Dambree said softly, her head hanging down. "I'm starting to get tired."
"You need to eat after your bath," Fenn said.
"I know," Dambree said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Fenn finished rinsing Dambree off, helping the teenager out of the bath and wrapping her with a drying cloth before escorting her to the couch.
She reached for her pistol before even getting all the way out of the tub, holding it in one hand the whole ti.
Nee, her eyes still slowly going from feral gold to green, stagger-walked over to her sister, grabbing the sheet and laying her head down on Dambree's knees. She had stopped going for the pistol after it had gone off in her hands.
"Nigh-nigh," the baby said.
"I know," Dambree yawned, reaching down and pulling Nee up onto her lap.
Fenn watched as Nee squird, getting comfortable on her sister's chest as Dambree turned and laid down on the couch.
Fenn knew that the almost 3 year old Nee was a little behind in her maturity, but after having to stay in the cabin, she understood why. Gone were the nannies, the creches, the schooling.
Eat or be eaten, Fenn thought, moving over to the stove. The nutriforge that Dambree had gotten sat on the side counter.
Dambree had insisted it only be used when there were missing vegetables or at or other al components, that it be used as sparingly as possible.
Fenn began making dinner. Open the cans, the self-heats, the jars, the steri-packs. Normally babies stayed on milk for the first year, but Dambree insisted that they be fed soft food and chewed/tenderized at as soon as they started drooling from teething.
Fenn watched Dambree doze off as she prepared dinner.
Mister ww watched it all, in his tal form, the black triangle in the middle of his head giving no hint to his thoughts.
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"INCOMING AIR SUPPORT!" the Staff Sergeant, a big Treana'ad warrior caste, bellowed out over the links.
It was a good thing he did, most of his troops were half deaf, even if their helt's sonic baffling was holding tight.
On top of Undrat's fighting position the massive Warbound were firing point blank into the screaming churning mass of Dwellerspawn that just seed to thicken no matter how many rounds were put downrange. They were roaring as they fired their heavy dual barreled autocannons, plasma ejectors, and missile weapons into the very faces of the enemy as they just kept swarming forward.
The Ultion Knight, the Dread Corporal Stenpi'irlik, had moved outside the bunker, claiming their weapons were too dangerous to use.
Undrat could see the Dread Corporal firing their weapons from the side monitor on his gun.
The Dread Corporal was wreathed in a nimbus of black and deep purple. Any dwellerspawn that touched the field flickered and vanished, black dust and ash wafting away on the air. Their weapons fired dark purple and black tears in reality that shredded whatever was touched in the slightest way. A bare nick by those terrible black beams caused the entire creature to explode in gobbets and thick liquid slurry. The missles and grenades detonated with cold black energy, a purple halo, edged with whitish gold, flashing out from the bubble of darkness. The halo, which would flash out for up to a hundred ters, would cause everything it touched to explode into superheated steam. When the black bubble faded there was only a crater with a flattened bottom and a center dimple that remained as the air collapsed into the vacuum the bubble left behind.
Undrat only paid attention to the Dread Corporal's fight enough to keep track of what was happening in his field of fire, although he had made a personal note to consult with the Ultion Knight to find out their weapon's capabilities.
He was holding down the trigger of the Mada Three-Eighteen, letting her pound out her aria into the faces of the Dwellerspawn.
On his right the Treana'ad gunner was firing his massive cannon at a rapid fire rate of 12 rounds a minute, the huge gun blowing apart cones of Dwellerspawn a thousand feet deep and five hundred yards wide at the far end.
Undrat was holding his own, even if the heat and slush on the Mada Three-Eighteen were rising. His rounds scythed them from the air and ground, shattered armor, vaporized internals, exploded structural chitin.
The fight had been raging for eight hours.
TEMPORAL TEMPORAL TEMPORAL appeared in his vision.
The weapons cut out even as Undrat unclenched his aching hands and raised them. The shutters closed and Undrat could see that the power consumption for his temporal stabilizer had jumped to 124%.
Everything seed to suddenly expand out even as it contracted to a pinprick.
Then it exploded and contracted at the sa ti, leaving him panting.
The shutters rolled up even as he grabbed the firing handles of Mada Three-Eighteen. Her slush and heat had dropped and he took the ti to stomp the bar that sprayed the nanoforges with liquid nitrogren.
Outside was nothing but a carpet of inverted flesh, so of it gagging and convulsing, with a fine mist of vaporized tissue and miniscule droplets raining from the sky.
"I AM FILLED WITH THE LAUGHTER OF PODLINGS!" the massive Warbound Kappa on the roof of the fighting position roared out.
"WE WILL NOT YIELD!" the Ultion Knight bellowed back.
"HERE THEY CO!" the Staff Sergeant yelled, kicking the loading bar for his massive artillery weapon.
The Dwellerspawn crossed the 6,000 ter engagent zone.
Undrat squeezed the trigger.
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"MY N ARE OUT THERE!" The Telkan snarled, tears running out of his remaining eye.
"THEN LIVE TO JOIN THEM!" linvae yelled back as she pinned his remaining hand to the table. The Pressor beams grabbed his arm, even as she let go and grabbed a slap patch.
"LET UP! LET UP!" the Telkan Lieutenant yelled, trying to get loose of the pressor restraints.
linvae slapped the patch on his shoulder with one hand and triggered the sedation beam with the other.
The Telkan Marine fought it for almost the count of thirty.
Once she had him stable, she moved on.
Outside, the Tukna'rn rushed toward the striker that was setting down, blood running out the doors, the floor awash with it, carrying stretchers for the wounded.
"linvae, I need you!" the russet mantid called out, backing up as the Tukna'rn Infantryman suddenly sat up and looked around, blinking his large eyes in confusion.
The Second Battle for Hesstla roared around everyone.
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It was night. The insects had started to make a coback, more resistant to the radiation and black rain that had co, and they sang with an almost obnoxious tone, as if mocking everyone less resistant.
Dinner was finished, everyone was in bed, split up between the two bedrooms.
Holding one of the Terran combat rifles, Elu let the edge of the curtain fall and turned away. He moved over and sat down on the coffee table, staring at the couch.
His sister Dambree was asleep there. Elu stared at his sister Dambree, looking at her where she was laying on the couch with a sleeping Nee on her chest. If he squinted he could see the tiny little bristles of her hair growing back on her face and head in weird patches. Her face was scarred from radiation exposure, her fur gone, revealing the scars on her head and face.
He rembered every scar she had.
He rembered how afraid he had been, how useless he'd been at first.
Which is why he wasn't mad at his cousins.
"I love you," Elu said softly, reaching out and touching her hand.
"I love you too," he heard his sister say. He looked up and saw her eyes were open.
"I'm sorry," Elu said. He was proud of himself, the tears didn't co. "I'm sorry you're so sick because you had to save us again."
"I'm not," Dambree whispered. She closed her eyes. "I'm just tired. Mister ww said I'll get better eventually."
"I'm sorry," Elu repeated.
"Shhh, don't," Dambree said, turning her hand over to hold Elu's. She squeezed it. "I'd do it again. I will do it again if I have to," her eyes didn't open as she whispered. "I love you, so it's all worth it."
Elu just nodded.
Mister ww just watched from where he sat, motionless, next to the fireplace.
Outside the insects mocked everyone else.
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