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On the top front section of his sleeves ran four gold stripes that cut diagonally away from his shoulders. Encircled around his waist was a black utility belt like those of his companions, although his carried only three encased items. Below him, his pants, a solid blue as well, flowed down to a pair of boots not unlike those of his three companions, save for the lack of a clinging mess of filth to mask any of the ebony shine.
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Without a word, in a moment that seemed to hang in the air as long as the stretch of silence, they focused their attention solely on the object that had been set on the table in front of them, as if they were expecting it to perform some sort of supernatural trick before their very eyes. But the perfectly rounded, deep blue sphere did no such thing, instead blankly staring back at them with a faint hint of their own reflections. No strange movement, no strange sounds, no lights, nothing; it simply lay upon the table, as inert as it could be.
A distant double thump of thunderous impact ended the silence. Blue-dressed man gave a nod, his hand leaving his spectacles and momentarily stroking the whisker covered upper lip and chin. We were forced to retreat. His eyes looked up at the three men sitting across from him. Blue-dressed man nodded his head, the top hat slightly tilting forward.
Curly-haired man pressed his lips together impatiently before beginning. I am a religious man, a very religious one, and I fully relate to how you feel. I firmly believe in Lyot and the Prophet-Scribes, but I also believe that wars are won with more than just leaps of faith. So you're not alone in feeling that way.
Navar's face broke into a humbled grin. Not all of the Front Line Officers are willing to hear us like you are. We'll need to pull up and fall back; we don't have the soldiers or equipment to establish a serious front here-not yet, at least. More than likely, yes, but right now H. This little ball here is all that matters. To be frank with all of you, I almost got the impression that the rest of us were expendable.
Drave-the bald-man-gave a modest chuckle. The other two smiled. Outside, another report of thunder cracked through the air, this time accompanied by a distant glow of white. As the other three turned to look at the illumination, the flap to the tent opened.
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A man dressed in the black battle armor of his fellow footmen burst in. The four of them stood up, Velt's hand absent-mindedly snatching the small sphere from the table. Velt locked eyes with Drave. How many cannon mounts do you have set up. An unintelligible utterance that came off in a less than pleasant tone spat from Velt's mouth. Not if they've got Drifters coming in with those rovers. The tent sat upon a flat clearing of hard packed dirt, which sloped gently in all directions save for one side, which abruptly dropped into a winding valley.
Down in that valley, made visible by jostling portable lamps revealing shadowed movements, were the scrambling bodies of soldiers, clad in their black armor, picking up items that lay on the sandy floor of the valley, barking orders and confirmations, forming up in orderly arrangements-most, in preparation for departure, but some climbed the valley bank opposite the tent and prostrated themselves upon the ground, fidgeting with equipment in their hands.
Two of the soldiers hoisted themselves into deep C-shaped seats seated atop tripod bases, above which were positioned the long, straight barrels of their heavy weapons. Velt and the other three emerged from the tent, which sported two more of the same weapon turrets on either side. The Commander quickly reaching for one of the items upon black belt that encircled his waist: The Commander frowned as Drave spoke up "They've been contacted for return, sir.
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Velt pulled on the ends of the cylinder, which responded by elongating. He brought one end up to his open eye, and peered through while thumbing a small stud on the cylinder's reflective side.
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Through the lens, the view shifted from vague darkness into a sudden explosion of color, with various shades of blue defining distant hills, trees, and other pieces of landscape. Amidst the tranquil blue came a swarm of frantic bipedal red forms, accompanied by larger, box-shaped shapes that smoothly plodded forward. He thumbed a second stud on the telescope, which superimposed a series of green numbers at the top of the enhanced view. The numbers steadily dwindled in value. Velt tilted his head back, bringing the telescope skyward. If they've got Drifters, we're going to have a hard time with-there!!
The Commander's free left hand snapped his finger upward in the direction that he had been looking through the telescope, which had revealed a massive red shape in the air-an oblique spheroid of red, under which was tethered a smaller rectangular structure. Get those cannons prepped; the transports will need cover fire. Navar and Drave did so, hopping into their seats, their hands activating monitors located dead center on their control panels. Our cannons can't hit it. Before Velt could speak, Prat answered for him. Com those two turrets down in the valley for firing coordination.
Your primary concern is nullifying the firepower from that Drifter. A Drifter's Corkscrew can do a whole lot more damage to us than half a dozen Lobbers. Contact your heavy gunners down there. Have them set up their blasters for suppression fire. When it becomes absolutely necessary, we'll redirect the cannons to add support. The cannon mounts came to life with movement, both by the tent and in the valley, as the machines obeyed the console commands of their operators. The turrets adjusted accordingly, swiveling freely in vertical and horizontal arcs. Near the valley cannon tripods, several dark figures could be seen maneuvering long-barreled weapons into position.
Drifters rarely travel alone. That second one is out here somewhere; might be out of range, or still on the ground, but you can bet that it'll turn up soon. Keep an eye out for it. Through the tar-draped sky, a point of white light punctured through the black, briefly illuminating the silhouette of the Drifter behind it in a lightning-like flash, followed by a sweeping rumble that rolled past the soldiers.
Velt could feel the rattle of his back teeth, tingling his mouth. Drave filled the air with the words which had already come to the Commander's mind. The light in the sky grew rapidly in size, its appearance indicating a spiraling motion as it decreased the distance and altitude between it and the targeted evacuators below. The cannons let loose, hurling elongated pulses of bright red energy toward the approaching projectile, the initial shots falling far short of the target, exploding in bright orange and crimson spheres.
More pulses were hurled, more misses. The Corkscrew continued its path, now within range, and passing through the blasts which defiantly continued to fly upward, cutting through the night air. Velt could hear the cannon operators speaking to each other, picking up the distorted voices of the operators in the valley which came through the modest-sized speakers, and saw the big guns which effortlessly adjusted their positions, all the while repeatedly releasing their molten energy projectiles into the air with an audible throom!
Two of the shots-from the valley cannons, Velt guessed, although he wasn't completely sure on that-found their mark, colliding with the menacing white weapon. The result was a sudden flash of white, a brief glimpse of an expanding, blinding ball, radiating from where contact had come.
The light cast upon the terrain below projected a brief daylight-like image upon the back of Velt's eye, followed by an annoying ocean of blurred green, occluding his vision with a blotch which was slow and reluctant to recede. Somebody in one of the cannon mounts let out a triumphant whoop. Velt couldn't help but smile at that. From a distant point on the ground ahead, a green bolt left the earth, leaving behind it a faint, glowing contrail which traced its path. The Commander continued to watch the green bolt, following its arc with his eyes, watching as it slowed in the air, then fell, increasing in its size and brightness.
The Lobber crashed into the ground with a thunderous explosion, spitting flame and smoke from the point of impact. White hot bubbles launched from half a dozen weapons, not nearly as impressive in size or power as the cannons, but effective in their own way, dashing through the air just above ground level, and finishing their flight in a deadly flash. We're not trying to win a battle; just buy time for evacuation.
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All we want to do is keep them off our backs until we can get clear. Velt turned his head toward his right. A pair of bobbing yellowish lights could be seen heading in their direction. Ahead, two more green Lobbers began their ascent into the air. Another Corkscrew lit up the sky. The cannons hastily sent out their crimson pulses to meet it. Adjust the suppression zone to a crescent-twenty formation! Prat relayed Velt's words.
Below, the gunners no longer fired directly ahead in unison; the footmen on the ends had adjusted their line of fire outward ten degrees on either side. Another bright blast filled the sky as the second Corkscrew detonated prematurely, being struck by the defensive blasts of the cannons. That's all that matters! Velt gave an unconscious nod. But where is that other Drifter?
The Lobbers collided with earth, this time much closer to the camp. Three more Lobbers launched, now accompanied by a series of silver needles that stabbed through the air.