Michael Thomas - Gates of Cilicia
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The pilot looked concerned, and that worried Clearchus. He wasn’t a man that left anything to chance, and the idea of crashing and burning was one he was keen to avoid.
“Can you do it?”
“No problem. It won’t be easy, but these birds are designed to make glider landings from breaking orbit. That’s what they were originally built for, back in the day.”
“Understood,” replied the Strategos. He nodded in satisfaction and turned to his personal unit waiting patiently inside the vessel. They were the best of the Laconians, and that meant they were the best that existed, at least in the eyes of the Terrans. The warriors wore the uniform of the Ten Thousand along with the armour, helmet and accoutrements of the Laconian infantry. Clearchus looked at them with a mixture of comfort and pride. He had no doubt there wasn’t a single obstacle they couldn’t overcome. He exhaled and thought about the Citadel, trying to imagine the battle that Xenias must have become involved in. His mind was so busy that he barely noticed Kleandridas indicating towards the mapping unit.
“Strategos, I have information from Pleistoanax. He says he has received reconnaissance data from high level probes that indicate something big is happening at the Citadel.”
“Big?” Clearchus asked.
“Energy output, radiation levels and communication traffic. So far he has been unable to pinpoint anything specific, but it looks like a massive ground operation is ongoing.”
“Dukas Xenias, he must be in trouble,” added Clearchus.
Kleandridas nodded and moved the map to show their landing area.
“Tactical analysis shows the main peaks around the Citadel would be ideal locations for aerial defence and artillery. My suggestion is to drive to the Citadel, and then attack the primary peak here.”
The lower peak filled the screen; it was small compared to its cousins around it but still a large structure.
“This is the source of the energy shield. Once eliminated, we can make use of the high ground at these points to mount temporary heavy weapons.”
He selected the open channel that would put him through to all the Komes and dekarchos in the force. He took a breath and a final glance at the skyline.
“This is Strategos Clearchus. We will break the shield barrier in a matter of seconds. Check your gear, and prepare for combat landings. Speed is paramount. We must reach the Citadel as quickly as possible. Xenias and his people are depending on us.”
Alarms triggered inside the dromon, followed by the lights dimming and the sound of the vessel’s system cut to silence. All that remained were the loud rumbles coming from the turbulence and friction of the dromon moving through the air. Kleandridas looked at him.
“This is it,” was all he said.
A bright red aura ripped through the interior, starting at the front of the craft and then moving to the rear. It was all over in less than a second. Clearchus felt the nose of the dromon drop as they countered the lack of power from the engines by sacrificing height. Luckily, they were of sufficient height and travelling at the correct speed to allow them to reach their destination without the use of the engines.
“Look!” shouted Kleandridas over the tremendous noise of the unstable transport as it hurtled downwards. With the electronic displays all out of action, they were forced to lift the blast shields behind the energy portholes; the tiny windows that all atmospheric craft were equipped with for such emergencies. Clearchus looked through his window and for the first time saw the Citadel and the surrounding peaks. Streaks of weapons fire flashed in all directions. The odd stray shot from the mountains also fired down at the dromons, but they were hard pressed to even find their range, let alone hit them.
What has Xenias run into? he asked himself.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Roxana and the surviving Night Blades had so far held off two assaults. The arched entrance had fallen nearly half an hour earlier, but they had managed to halt the Mulacs in the lower level. It had taken concentrated gunfire, and the use of their last few grenades to hold them back.
Jack, Tamara and three stratiotes dragged a heavy container into position. As they moved it, a dozen Mulacs rushed forward. At this distance, their heavy weapons and thick armour were proving extremely effective. Three made it to the container. The rest were cut apart by rifle volley fire. The first rolled over the top and dropped down behind the group. One stratiotes was decapitated in front of Jack, its blood spraying over his face. He lifted his carbine and fired almost a full clip of pulse ammunition into the second one, yet it staggered on and plunged the spiked bayonet into his chest. He stumbled back, crying out in pain.
“Get down!” cried Tamara, but Jack couldn’t hear over his own voice.
She swung her carbine over her head and smashed it down onto the creature’s arm. It barked in some strange alien language and knocked her back with its left hand. A blast of gunfire from Roxana struck it in the face, and the others withdrew to the nearest cover they could find. As Roxana was helping to drag Jack from the container, another wave of Mulacs charged forward. Roxana dropped the wounded Jack and raised her rifle.
“Stop them!” she screamed.
Xenophon crept out from the tunnel into what looked like a massive generator complex. Pipes, cables and machines seemed to be everywhere. The rest of the unit fanned out. They were all looking for the critical machine or item that would shut down the shield.
“What now?” asked Glaucon.
Dekarchos Calum moved out into the open along with most of the stratiotes. Without shields, they were vulnerable but also hard to spot in the gloom of the cold level. An icy chill blew in from the large arched windows running along the outer rim on one side.
“Wait,” said Xenophon as he spotted a series of massive power couplings. They were several metres thick and ran from a point in the wall to a large junction about thirty metres away. Many other similar couplings led to the same place. Above their heads, they could feel the throbbing of the generator. It continued to send out its deadly pulse that shielded the Citadel for kilometres in all directions.
“I see it!” called out the Dekarchos.
He rushed forward and into the centre of the room. Xenophon watched the direction he was moving in and spotted a structure the size of a ship. It was placed behind a dozen thick stone columns and flashed with red energy. In front of the device were dozens of figures busy working on the great machine. One must have spotted them because a line of yellow lights flashed. Dekarchos Calum and five more stratiotes were cut to ribbons.
“Come on!” Xenophon shouted.
He moved off to the right and hugged the wall. Glaucon and another half a dozen warriors followed close behind. The remaining stratiotes in the open were forced to take cover from the withering defensive fire. They were quick, and their accurate rifle and carbine fire proved effective against the small number of Mulacs. The group led by Xenophon made it around the outside and almost to the pillars when a large metal door hissed open. Stood in the centre was the massive hulk of a Mulac, but this one was different. At almost half a metre taller, he was evidently a commander, and perhaps even their leader. Like the other Mulacs, he was encased in armour but his more far more elaborate and much thicker across the neck and chest.
“Get down!” cried one of the stratiotes, but it was too late. The monster of a warrior leapt between them and swung a mace-type weapon. The first impact struck Glaucon in the shoulder, instantly dislocating the arm and throwing him to the ground. He swung again, and this time struck one of the younger stratiotes. Each impact rang out, and almost like a bar of metal striking a gong. The group of Terrans were poorly equipped to deal with such a beast, especially due to the preference for long-ranged weapons. More noise came from the tunnel as another dozen Mulacs, all carrying firearms and edged weapons, surged inside and overwhelmed the Terrans.
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