Anthony DeCosmo - Schism

"No. Everything is clear down here."

Behind him, the night itself appeared to move but neither of the patrolling guards took notice until a line of strangely dressed commandos materialized at the gate. The pair of armed sentries could do nothing other than raise their hands in surrender.

The man at the guard shack hung up the telephone with an air of disgust, only to turn and face a gun barrel pointed directly at his eyes.

One of the strangely dressed commandos raised a Javelin rocket launcher and fired. The missile slammed into the Operations Tower. Glass and bodies fell, a cloud of smoke billowed out.

After a moment, three objects came from the tower flying out through the debris cloud: Witiko Skytroops.

Two did not make it far. Sniper rounds from Oliver Maddock and Carl Bly hit the moving targets. They dropped like dead birds.

The third Witiko officer pushed his booster pack to full throttle and arched toward the south of the base, avoiding carbine rounds from the strike team. He landed on the wall of the building Imperial Intelligence had identified as 'the pen' and fired the slaver device mounted on his arm into that open-roofed building.

Something big roared…

…Trevor removed his mask and hood as he strolled through the main gate of the complex. His team spread through the facility to secure the relatively small garrison; a task made simple now that the sensors and automated defenses did not function.

The whole place radiated a smell of metal and electricity burning. All controlled, of course, but the Witiko knew much about electronics and rocketry. Trevor felt certain that-like the chameleon suits-captured Cooperative equipment could be assimilated.

Yet despite all the high tech gadgets and captured technology, he knew the victory they won that night came not from wizardry but the skill and reflexes of Nina Forest.

As much as it might cause him pain, he hoped to catch sight of Nina. To tell her…to give her his congratulations on a job well done.

To his left-the south-one of the Eagles came in low over the fence now that the defenses of the base had fallen. It moved slow in support of the commando team with the energy turrets beneath the nose cone swinging from side to side in search of targets. The other ships would arrive soon as well, to provide tactical air support and surveillance.

Regardless, the operation proceeded without a hitch. So much so that Trevor allowed himself to whisper, "Well, that was easy."

The ground shook. Trevor turned to his left. The thing-the giant-marched into the parking lot from around the corner of a building to the south; thirty feet tall and seemingly made of boulders strung together by red tendons. Its two big legs plodded hard on the paved lot between the main gate and the cluster of buildings. On top of its wide shoulders sat a round rock of a head with two eyes glowing like searchlights and a circular orifice that could swallow a compact car whole.

Trevor noted a Witiko Skytroop hovering over the shoulder of the thing. Suddenly he regretted removing his hood and helmet as the Witiko recognized humanity's champion.

The walking mountain-thing stepped forward and punched-literally punched with one of its two hands of stone-the hovering Eagle air ship. That craft flat spun over Trevor's head with engines roaring. The rear landing gear dragged into the fence tearing it down before the ship itself skidded into a grassy slope beyond.

The Witiko's monster moved in ten-yard strides toward Trevor who ran for his life.

Ignoring the annoying sting of rifle fire, the creature pursued, sensing an opportunity to strike a heavy blow to humanity's Empire.

Stone bolted to the north, sprinting across the parking lot around a black-painted military Humvee with a California Cooperative insignia two seconds before one of the monster's feet squashed that vehicle.

Trevor's hand found the chameleon generator button and switched it on. He felt the camouflage of the suit power up. The mesh covering flickered and morphed into tones of gray and black to blend with the pavement and shadows of the complex.

The creature's eyes, however, swept the ground like the searchlights they appeared to be. The cones of light found Trevor easily enough. Trevor ran faster, whipping around the corner of the northern-most building and bolting to his left-. He stopped. Trevor stood alongside the tanks, pumps, and cisterns of a fuel station. The ground shook again. A shadow turned the corner, following Trevor. He heard the hissing of the Witiko officer's jetpack. Trevor pulled two grenades from pouches on his battle suit and yanked off the pins.

Glowing cones of light from the beast's eyes swept the pavement in search of its quarry. A massive rock-like oval foot pounded down.

Trevor tossed the grenades. One rattled against a small cistern, the other between two fuel pumps. Then he ran again. His legs pumped hard and he eyed a green dumpster sitting in a lonely alcove near a pair of doors marked "Cafeteria."

The gigantic rock-thing passed the fuel depot just as the grenades detonated. One blasted the fuel pumps, sending a streak of burning liquid up like a geyser. The second explosion ignited the fumes inside the cistern.

Trevor dove behind the dumpster and covered his head.

A stormy inferno engulfed the rock-creature, scorching its stony plating and igniting the red tendons between those plates. Its round mouth expanded wide and it bellowed so hard a gust of wind roared over the rooftops. The flames slipped beneath its exoskeleton and torched tender parts.

Scraps of metal from the tanks and pumps dropped around the dumpster. A wave of heat covered the entire area.

When Trevor emerged, he found flames consuming the entire beast. The giant screamed as it cooked alive.

Just as Trevor realized he had survived another against-odds encounter, the creature toppled forward, forcing him to run for his life once again. A moment later the beast crashed into the building above the dumpster.

He stopped running and watched the surreal sight of the motionless, burning monster. Its Witiko master hovered overhead, stymied by the sudden change in fortune but only for a moment; he presented an easy target for Oliver Maddock's sniper rifle. The silvery goon fell from the sky into the burning pile.

Trevor, half amused and half aghast, walked backwards away from the destruction, trying to escape the foul smell of burning monster-flesh as well as the waves of intense heat emanating from the pyre.

His ass-end bumped into something fleshy. Before he realized that he had bumped into another person, that other person sent him head over feet in a judo flip. Trevor landed hard on the concrete looking up at the silenced end of a pistol barrel…and two blue eyes under blonde hair. Nina's hard expression turned to shock as she realized whom she had flipped and pointed a gun at. Her jaw unhinged. "Oh shit," she muttered and holstered the weapon. Trevor, still on the ground, gazed at her. "Um, Captain Forest. Well done."

She helped him to his feet, then also helped him brush debris off his battle suit. Swells of heat blew around them from the mass of burning creature.

"I'm sorry. I mean, I'm sorry, sir."

She frantically tried to dust him off as if dusting him off could also dust away the embarrassment. He grabbed her hands and stopped the dusting..

Soldiers from the strike team hurried around the bonfire to come to the aid of their leader.

"I mean it," he said. "You're the best, you know."

Trevor realized he still held her hands. He let them go, nodded, and retrieved his rifle from the ground. And while he no longer held her hands, he held her attention for a while longer.

The Witiko Stealth Field Generator at Beale went dark on March 27 ^ th.