Nick Thomas - Battle Earth V

Taylor lifted Huber back to his feet. Blood trickled from his face. They looked around for the others just as the emergency lighting system came online.

“Status report!” called Huber.

There was no response for a moment as the bridge staff tried to make sense of it all.

“Sir, we’ve taken heavy damage across floors thirteen through eighteen. Breaches have been sealed, but we still have fires on multiple levels.”

“Casualties?”

“We don’t have that much information yet, Sir.”

“Get me some eyes on the battle!”

The operations table he rested on lit up and flickered, finally coming to life. Taylor clambered over to the table in time to watch in astonishment as two enemy craft smashed into the Washington.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Sir, we have multiple breaches on floor three and eight!”

Huber turned to Chandra.

“We’ll keep the guns firing. Do not let this ship fall!”

“What about the bridge, Sir?”

“We have enough guards to look after us. Get to those breaches!”

Lights flickered as power fluctuated throughout the Washington. Engineering and medical crews rushed about their duties. Taylor and Chandra fought through the chaos with Jones’ Company in tow. They now wore their full helmets with independent oxygen supply, so they could be ready for anything. The Colonel stopped at a junction and looked down two of the corridors feeding onto it.

“God damn, it all looks the same,” she whispered.

“This one,” replied Taylor.

“You sure?”

“No, but we have to keep moving.”

“Alright, go!”

They rushed forward down yet another corridor they’d never seen before. Taylor held is Mappad forward and tried to make some sense of their location. It shook about in his hand. He reached over, clipped it to his left forearm, and continued. It looked like they were heading the right way, but in the desperate rush and in a maze of corridors, it was difficult to know.

“I think we’re about a hundred metres away!”

As he said it, an explosion ripped through the corridor only ten metres from their position. The massive impact threw them off their feet, and the hull of a smaller enemy vessel smashed through into their corridor and passed right through into the next. Even before Taylor could get to his feet, he was sucked through a hole in the breach and out into space. He looked back to see the corridor had been shut off and its atmosphere normalised. He could see Chandra stood looking in horror as he floated away. The blast skin closed up around the hull of the enemy vessel, instantly sealing the breach.

“Fuck sake!” he shouted.

He’d never been tossed out into space before, and it was an oddly frightful, as well as fascinating, experience. He knew his suit and its integrity were all that was keeping him alive. But he turned and could see the whole battle before him. Several of their fleet had been hit by boarding actions, but the fight continued to rage. Enemy and friendly fighters soared about between the larger vessels, and pulses of light zipped across the sky. It was a fascinating light display, like watching fireworks.

Realising he needed to get back to the fight, he hit his boosters which instantly brought him to a halt and put him back on course for the Washington. He stared up and down for some way in. The nearest airlock was fifty metres from where he had exited. Within a minute, he was up to speed and descending towards the door at speed. He landed and saw they were thick blast doors that he’d never get open. There was no lock and entry system in sight, but he could see a small camera monitoring the door. Taylor manoeuvred his head in front of the camera.

“This is Major Taylor. Open the doors!”

He got no response.

“Open the fucking doors!”

Still no response, and fear began to set in. He knew his air supply would not last forever. He turned back to the enemy ship and thought about his options. He could see it was already damaged from various pulses on its way in.

“Alright you bastards, I’m coming for you.”

He leapt off from the Washington and hit his boosters once again. As he soared towards the ruined hulk, he fired in rapid succession at one of the damaged parts within its hull. He got off just ten shots and hoped for the best. He tucked his legs under and forwards so that he was going feet first. Mitch hit the structure hard, but he burst through and tumbled into the interior of the enemy vessel.

There was no obvious sign of life. He staggered to his feet and looked around. The interior had the same utilitarian and sterile feel that he had become accustomed to seeing. Then something caught his attention — a display screen with two routes from their current position and to the CIC.

“My, God. They’re going for the bridge!”

Footsteps broke the silence, and he quickly lifted his rifle so see a Mech in light armour step into view. Its weapon was slung low, as if seeing a human was the last thing it expected. Taylor did not hesitate to take advantage of his position and fired four shots into its chest. The armour penetrating Reitech rounds punched right through its thin armour and out the back of the creature’s body. It tumbled to the ground, and Taylor made a quick sweep of the room and its two exits. The dead alien had little equipment or heavy weaponry. He quickly came to the conclusion that it must have been the pilot.

Then he remembered the map he had seen and rushed over to take another quick glance.

“Christ,” he blasphemed once again.

Mitch leapt into action and rushed out of one of the exits, heading in the rough direction of where he thought the breach into the Washington could be found. He finally found it and rushed out into the carrier, to be met by two shocked soldiers of Ota’s Company. They lifted their rifles rapidly when they saw his figure tumble out of the enemy vessel.

“Sir, what the fuck is going on?”

“They’re going for the CIC. Where is the Colonel?”

“Some way down this corridor, we believe.”

“Alright, find Ota or Jackson and tell them to get as many of your Company back to the CIC immediately. You must protect Huber and the bridge!”

“What are you gonna do, Sir?”

“Try and hunt the bastards down from the other side. The Mechs that came from this ship are going for the heart of the Washington. Now go!”

They turned and ran, as did Taylor in the opposite direction. He could hear gunfire intensifying up ahead and knew he must be in the right place. A few minutes later, he reached a junction where Chandra and Jones were huddled, trying to defend from a stream of Mechs. Jafar and Tsengal were fighting at their side.

“Colonel!” he shouted.

She fired a few more shots before realising who it was. She turned in surprise and relief that he was alive.

“How on Earth did you get back?”

“Doesn’t matter. The Mechs are going for the CIC.”

“What? How do you know?”

“That doesn’t matter either. If they can take control of the bridge, we’ll lose the command of this fleet, and they’ll turn the guns on the rest. Control of the guns of this ship could end us all!”

“Fuck! Do you know where they are now?”

“I’ve got an idea, yeah.”

She spun around. “Jones, I need a platoon, and you two.”

She point to the aliens. Taylor was surprised she was so keen to have them at her side, but they all knew what an asset they could be. The Captain shouted for the nearest unit to follow the Colonel.

“Lead the way!” she yelled to Taylor.

They passed down two corridors and could hear fighting throughout multiple sectors, but they could spare little time to assist anyone.