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[QUOTE]Originally posted by HappyTarget: [QB] Well, Chapter 13 is finally finished. Hope you like it. Just a warning but its a little bloody in spots, but then small arms in the Honorverse are not known for being nice to humans... CHAPTER 13 [Near the hyper limit, Yeltsin star system] On board the Warspite, Lt. Cmdr. Xaiver St. Laurence opened activated the communications systems. The com laser raced towards the massive bulk of the seven million ton merchant ship Styx, causing the com system on the bridge to chime. The Styx's captain, Vincent Rico, stopped his nervous pacing and nodded for his com officer to answer the hail. If everything went according to his superiors' plans, he would have a little conversation with the military captain, then be on his way. Of course his superiors had been wrong to hire criminal elements to guard his passage, so he well knew that they weren't omniscient. The head of a Grayson captain with a rather large scar on his face appeared on the screen. "HMS Styx, this is the captain of the GSN Warspite. Are you all right? Our sensors indicate that you have been hit and have several compartments open to space. Any assistance we can offer you is yours for the asking." "GSN Warspite, I'm Captain Vincent Rico of the Styx. We are all fine here. The Pirate laser struck a cargo compartment only. We have no casualties or injuries. The ship is still 100% functional, with only a few cargo canisters destroyed. Your assistance is not required, but thank you for offering." "Are you sure? It's no trouble for an engineering team to be sent over to check you out. They might see something your engineering staff missed as they have more experience assessing the damage caused by military weapons." Thad saw the Styx's captain glance towards something off camera, then look back at him with a slightly nervous expression. [Bridge, HMS Styx] Just as Thad had finished his reply, Captain Rico heard the lift doors open and turned to see who had intruded on to his bridge unannounced. He had not expected to see the large, heavily armed man staring back at him. The harsh white light of the bridge disappeared into the matte finish of his armor. He held a heavy flechette gun in one hand and a portable com in the other. Vincent quickly deduced that he had monitored the entire conversation. He had come to the bridge to make sure that Operation Renegade went ahead, even if Vincent suddenly got cold feet. The newcomer smiled and pointed to the open com. Even though he was very near panic, Vincent steeled himself and tried to calm his face. Turning back to the pickup, he was almost successful in hiding the fear he felt welling up inside him. [Bridge, GSN Warspite] Thad wondered what was going on in the merchies head. He knew that according to the script given to him by Cerberus, he was supposed to let the Styx go without any problems. Despite this, he was extremely apprehensive as to what could be so important that Cerberus would go through so much trouble over. Weather ONI needed an operative on the inside or not, Thad decided that something was most assuredly not kosher on the Styx and he needed to find out what. "No sir, I'm afraid I must decline that offer. My engineers are top notch and I believe them when they say it is safe to proceed. We are carrying a cargo that is time critical. It is very important that we get to our final destination on time." "Captain, I'm afraid that I must insist. I must look over your damage before you can proceed on to your next port of call. If you flew apart in hyper, it would fall on my head because I let you go without doing a proper inspection. Please heave to and prepare to receive my engineering team." [Bridge, HMS Styx] Vincent again darted a nervous glance to his left, then turned back to the pickup looking even more unhinged. Beads of sweat were starting to form on his brow as he tried to convince Thad to let him go. "Come on captain, can't you let the regs slip just this once? I really, REALLY need to get to my destination on time. Can't you cut me some slack?" This was not going according to the plan at all. They said that the military guy should be on his side, yet he seemed to be oblivious to what his part in mission was. Didn't he realize just how much jeopardy the mission in general and the crew of the Styx personally was being placed in? The man with the gun was getting more and more pissed for every second the com remained open. He gestured to the pickup then mouthed the words 'get rid of him'. The or else was implied by his flechette gun, which he proceeded to point directly at Vincent. "I gave you a order Captain! Cut your accell NOW!" [Bridge, GSN Warspite] Captain Rico's insistent, almost panicked voice emanated from the bridge speakers. "PLEASE Sir, we really need to leave now…" His words were cut off by a quiet chuff, then by a much more sickening sound. The armored man pulled his trigger once, sending a cloud of razor edged metal shards buzzing towards Vincent Rico. The light work jumpsuit Vincent was wearing offered no protection from the 300 m/s flechettes, and they literally shredded his body before mercifully hitting the camera and cutting the feed to the bridge of the Warspite. Expressions of shock crossed every one of the bridge officers, including Thad himself. Jen was the first to recover, as her plot suddenly changed. "Skipper! The Styx, she's jumped to max accell and is heading towards the hyper limit!" "What the f***?! Helm, plot an intercept course, max accell! Gun's, once we close to energy range I want you to take out their nodes. I want that ship alive! Com, patch me though to Col. van Yurgen." Xaiver training broke though the horror of seeing a humanbeing turned into so much hamburger, and he responded to his skippers request. Linus' craggy face filled the com, a sour expression on his face. For a split second, Thad wondered weather it was because he had just thrown away ONI's chance to get a operative on the inside of Cerberus or because of the events transpiring because of that choice. "Col., when we hit the Styx's nodes I want every available marine loaded for bear and ready to board her!" "Already begun Captain. Do you want me to recall the pinnace headed to the pirate?" "No, I need that ship secured. She is still 100% combat capable and I don't like leaving dangerous enemies behind me. Tell your marines to get her secured and take her in system till one of the picket's can relieve them." [Power armor morgue, GSN Warspite] "Understood." After Thad terminated the connection, Linus turned to his assembled marines. "Ok people, as usual the navy has dropped the ball and it's up to us to clean up the mess. The situation is this, the merchie Styx has been commandeered by an unknown number of assailants. There is at least one known target armed with a flechette gun. Current status of enemy offensive and defensive capabilities is unknown. We need to go in and get her back. Now we need to take as many of them alive as possible to find out just what they know. Per that, you will all be issued stunners. Orders are to stun if possible, use deadly force as required. Any questions? No, then suit up! We leave in 15 minutes." The two squads of 40 marines started sealing their power armor. Once their internal systems check revealed no errors, they checked out their weapons. First, they all received their stunners, which could bring down an adult with just a grazing hit. Next they got their heavy weapons. 15 members of each squad carried flechette guns, as they were the safest weapons for shipboard use. They shot a cloud of razor edged metal shards, much like a shotgun. They lacked the punch to penetrate armor, so they posed little chance of damaging the ship. Another 15 per squad were issued pulser rifles, just in case heavier firepower was needed. Pulser rifles could spew out hundreds of tiny darts at over 2000 meters per second. Each squad also received four plasma rifles, four grenade launchers and four tribarrels. Grenade launchers shot the usual high explosive and fragmentary ordinance. Plasma rifles spat out a bolt of pure plasma, frying anything in its path. If used near the outer hull, they stood a good chance of melting through and opening up the ship to space. The Tribarrels were truly nasty weapons. The near nose to tail stream of heavy darts left the barrel at hypersonic velocities. They could cut a bulkhead in half if the owner wasn't careful. Once everyone had been double checked by a squadmate, they formed up and marched to the boat bay double time. [HMS Styx, bridge, that same time] Nathaniel Ibbons calmly turned from the mess that had once been the merchant's captain and proceeded to shred the helmsman and navigator. The com officer was slightly more fortunate in that he was able to jump behind a console before the gun was trained on him. But it was a momentary respite at best. In seconds, Nathaniel had crossed the bridge and cut him down as he begged for his life. He then calmly strode through the butchery he has wrought to the intership com terminal. "Charles, do you have engineering secure?" Nathaniel's deep rumbling voice asked. "I regret that my men and I were unable to prevent the chief engineer from initiating a security lockout. He hit the switch just as my pulser cut him down. Everything is going according to your plan otherwise." Charles braced himself for the berating he knew was coming. "YOU INCOMPETENT WOMAN!" Nathaniel bellowed, his rage a force of nature even though the com speaker. "Without access to the computer, we won't be able to overload the fusion plants!" Wincing, Charles hastily replied. "Sir, I am quiet confidant that we will be able to hack through the security in time to blow the reactors." "You had better, or else the eternal fires of hell await you!" With a vicious stab of his finger he cut the transmission. If they weren't all going to die anyway, and if Charles' computer skills were no longer needed, Nathaniel would have had him killed on the spot. He opened a channel to his second in command. "Is everything ready Peter?" "Yes sir, the men are all in unpowered armor and have their weapons ready. The crew has either been eliminated or locked in the brig. We'll take out as many of the apostate boarders as we can." Nathaniel bit of a harsh retort that nearly erupted from his throat. He knew intellectually that it would be impossible to hold a determined enemy. Yet his heart, which sometimes got the better of his head, said that they could do anything if their faith in God was strong enough. The group of Masadan mercenaries' faith apparently wasn't though, because the shipment had been caught just short of its destination. "I should have known that infidel which and her henchmen couldn't be trusted. I suppose this is the price I pay for listening to a woman! She said that they can help us free ourselves from both the infidels and the apostate in one fell swoop. The devil himself couldn't have made a better lure for my eternal soul. They offer what we require to do God's work, but that is of little use to our cause if it never gets to Masada. I should have seized this ship as soon as it went to hyper!" Peter, who had been the brake on Nathaniel's rage since they were childhood playmates, acted in that capacity again. "Now Nathaniel, you know that without her contacts our cargo would never have materialized. And without her money, it would never pass the infidel inspectors in orbit around Masada. Even if we had to deal with a woman to get the cargo safely into our hands, it was worth it because with these tools we will free our world." "Could have freed our world, old friend, could have... She lied to us and now we will die here without completing our mission. All of the sacrifices we have made are for nothing. Our world will still be tainted by unbelievers, our people still under the heel of the Harlot of Satan!" "Nathaniel, if it is God's will that we die here today, then we die. We can only serve him and his will to the best of our abilities. If he has deemed our mission unworthy of success now, that doesn't mean that he will not allow another like it to succeed in the future. We must fight the infidels until we cannot draw another breath. Perhaps then God will deem our sacrifice worthy and allow our planet to be freed. What do you think the enemy will do to us?" "If the apostate battle cruiser had wanted us dead it would have turned us into atoms by now. They must want the ship intact, with live people for questioning. They will most likely send a boarding party after they have disabled our impeller drive. Assemble the men at the ambush points and get them ready. Once they are all present, send some out to begin laying explosive charges on the briefed areas. If we take enough of them with us, God may forgive us for being unable to bring this shipment to Masada." It also had the advantage of destroying the cargo as well, eliminating evidence and witnesses in one star hot boil of light. "It shall be done." Peter answered, then cut the com. Turning to the 60 odd men that made up the Masadan presence on the merchie, he leveled them with a cold glare. "You all heard him, why are you still standing there! Move out, on the double!" [Bridge, GSN Warspite, 15 minutes later] "She has been running straight for the hyper limit all through the intercept Skipper. She didn't even turn to a bearing that would have allowed her to reach it before we caught up to her. I wonder why?" Cmdr. Custer said through the com from CIC. "XO, if whomever is now in control over there doesn't know how to handle a ship, I certainly am not going to argue. Their inability to do so allowed us to catch them, and that's the main thing. Gun's you may take out their wedge as you bear." "Aye sir, graser one and two locked on. Firing!" Jen said as she mashed the crimson commit button. The two deadly yet invisible beams lanced out from the Warspite's side. Both struck squarely on their assigned targets and the Styx's wedge faltered, then dropped to almost nothing. With that many nodes damaged, there would be know way she could configure her sail for hyper space travel. A powerful tractor grabbed on to the drifting merchie and the Warspite commenced deceleration. "We got her sir. Commencing deceleration." "Good. Com, get me the boat bay." "You're on sir." "Gator flight, you are cleared to go." The lead pinnace pilot came on channel. "Thank you sir, Gator flight is away" [Pinnace Gator One, enroute to the Styx] Master Sargent Claire Shepard's chocolate brown eyes looked over the checklist on her HUD one last time. Feeling sweat start to from in the short, dirty blond curls hair, she turned up the power armor's air conditioning level even as she read through the list. Everything was still green so she had no cause for alarm, yet years of experience had taught her that if anything bad can happen, it will. The cursor on her HUD tracked her eye movements to the close window button. She keyed the voice-input button and said close, removing the checklist from her helmet display. Then Claire reactivated her external microphone and speakers. The quiet banter of confident people washed over him. The people were loose, yet focused. That was good, you didn't want to go in to battle to tense or too mellow. Either extreme was likely to get you killed. Most of the platoon were combat veterans, with new recruits sprinkled in among them. The sensors on the shoulder of the armoplast shell transmitted a signal through to the skin beneath. Shepard turned to see one of the new recruits wanting a little bit of assurance. "Gunny, how can you be so calm when you know you are going into battle? I feel almost scared enough to jump straight through my suit!" the marine said in a terse whisper. Leaning conspiratorially towards him "Recruit Wolf I may look calm, but a part of me is just as scared as you are. The secret is to use that fear to your advantage, not letting it rule your actions. A little fear is a good thing, to much will get you killed. Just stick by me and you'll do fine." Wolf let out a deep breath and tried to smile. "Thanks Gunny, knowing you're scared to makes me feel better. If you can control it, I guess I can too." "Sure you can, just trust in your training and you'll get through this no sweat." [Cargo Hanger Eight, HMS Styx] The massive bay doors started to open. You could almost fit an entire destroyer inside them, but all that passed through the forcefield were two marine pinnaces. None of the enemy was there to meet them. They settled down on the largest plot of deck space, beside a massive cargo shuttle. Even before the drives had fully shut off, the 80 marine's from both craft had begun piling out. Encountering no resistance, they began to fan out and covered all entrances into the bay. Once the bay was secured, Col. van Yurgen started doling out assignments. "Red squad, you'll stay here and guard the bay. Blue, Green, Yellow and Purple squads are with me. We are going to engineering. White, Gold and, Black squads, you get the bridge. Once those are secure, white, gold, blue and green will conduct a deck by deck search. Remember people, we want them alive if possible. Ready, OK lets move out!" [Bridge, HMS Styx] Nathaniel gazed sourly at the monitor. God had indeed decided he was to die today. Four to three odds were not good. They went even lower than that because his men had only been able to access one crate with power armor. Only 10 of his people were on equal footing with the apostate minions. The other 55 had only unpowered armor, a very poor substitute but better than nothing. Sealing the helmet of his own power armor, he turned to the other nine members of his group. "We can no longer complete our mission." Many of the men hung their heads in shame at that. "But we can still strike a blow at the infidels! We shall go to lay in ambush along their most likely avenue of approach. Fight well for today we shall see paradise." His men cheered wildly, then turned and trotted to the lift. He trotted in after them, the doors closing off the ghastly sight of the bridge. The smears of biomatter that had once been the bridge crew were partially obscured by smoke that hung in the air from burned out consoles. It was fortunate that all Nathaniel had been armed with was a flechette gun. If he was armed with something more deadly, the bridge might well have been unrecognizable. The tribarrel he now carried was vastly more satisfying. He activated the internal com link to engineering. "Charles, have you hacked the security yet?" "I have already breached the first layers sir. In a few minutes I should be past them and back inside the system." "Hurry up damn it, you may not even have minutes! The infidels are on board and most likely headed your way." Nathaniel closed the circuit before Charles could reply. The troop exited the lift and marched down the hall beyond. Small cargo pods of varying sizes had been set up as impromptu barricades. The men behind them smiled and gave up a predatory growl as the power armored figures strode past. They took up station in rooms on either side at the opposite end of the hall. The barricade was the carrot to lure the enemy into the hall. With luck, they wouldn't even detect the stealthed power armor until it was to late. [Gold squad, HMS Styx] Gunny Shepard walked as quietly as she could. The number and capabilities of the enemy were still unknown, so giving away her position was not the smart thing to do. Her sensors were tuned for maximum acuity. Her HUD would instantly tag anything out of the ordinary. What it wouldn't detect was an enemy with the ability to jam her sensors. She checked her position and that of her squad mates on the god map in the corner of her display. They were making good time through the deserted ship. Coming up to the next intersection of halls, she and the five marines' with her stopped. The other five members of gold squad proceeded to leap-froged them. Tried and true tactics still worked. One team moved while the other provided overwatch and covering fire if necessary. Recruit Wolf made his way towards the next intersection. Opening the blast door that had been deployed across the next hall, he slowly made his way froward. As the door opened, Wolf's suits sensors detected heat signatures ahead. He was just starting to lift his pulser when he ran out of time. Two plasma bolts screamed down the hall. Three of the advance team were lucky. They were only grazed by the shot, shorting out some of their servos and sensor systems. Recruit Wolf and another private never even had a chance to scream, the searing plasma turning them into atoms. The overwatch team poured pulser fire down the hall. Seconds later, Private Ypres opened up with his tribarrel. The flimsy cargo containers that the enemy had been using as cover disintegrated, along with many of those hiding behind them. Shepard keyed the general com net. "All elements, all elements, this is Gold One! Be advised the enemy has access to heavy weapons and is wearing unpowered armor. Lost two of my squad to plasma rifle fire, another three have minor armor damage. I count six enemy dead so far. They set up cargo containers as a barricade and waited in ambush." "Roger that Gold One." Col. van Linus' voice replied. "All squads, look lively. The enemy has decided to be difficult." His dispassionate voice showed no trace of what Gunny Shepard knew he was going through. She knew he took the loss of his people personally. "OK people, opening doors with the handle is a definite no no. From now on, Gold Eight will handle that with the plasma rifle. Would you be so kind Private Cortez?" "With pleasure ma'am!" Cortez grinned as he leveled the barrel of his rifle at the next door and fired. One minute the blast door was intact, the next it had a eight-foot wide hole in it. Gold Three and Four sprinted to the gaping hole and took up position on either side of it. Unclipping a flashbang, Gold four threw it through the breach. Milliseconds after it went off, they both jumped through the hole, pulser rifles blazing. Seconds behind them charged the rest of the squad. The carnage on the other side was horrifying. Three of the enemy were barely recognizable as once being human. Another two were never going to wake up again. The last one was lucky, if you could call it that. He only had his arm severed just below the elbow. Staring at his stump in confusion, he started screaming and wouldn't stop. "Get a tourniquet on that arm. We need him alive if we can help it. Command this is Gold one, requesting a medic to deck G section 34 junction 1A. I have a injured enemy in custody. Pulser fire has removed his lower arm." "Copy that. A medic is being dispatched to your position ASAP." "Understood Command." Turning to her squad mates she said, "Is the bleeding stopped?" "Yes ma'am, as much as we can do anyway." "Good!" She drew her stunner and fired. The silence that followed was almost more deafening than the man's screams. "Move out, the medic is coming for him, and we still have to get to the bridge. [Bridge, HMS Styx, 7 minutes later] The survivors of white, gold and black squads rendezvoused at the bridge within minutes of each other. All together they had lost six and had seven combat-ineffective. Those had fallen back to the boat bay where the medics had established an impromptu hospital. No one had sustained injuries that required immediate transport back to the ship yet, which was good. In exchange for those casualties, Warspite's marines had taken three captives, freed 35 remaining crew found locked in their quarters, and killed 20 combatants. [Ambush Point Tango, just outside engineering, HMS Styx] Waiting was the hardest part. It seemed like he had been sitting in the room for hours, but he knew that it had only been minutes. Nathaniel keyed his com. "Charles, you had better be finished, cause your time is very nearly up." "Just a minute more…" Nathaniel cut him off. "You don't have a minute you fool. The infidel is almost here!" "Well why don't you just come in here and blow it up then. I'm doing the best I can!" "You know just as well as I do that the only remaining fusion plant will go into emergency shut down long before we breach the plants armor shell. It is armored to survive ship based weapons, what do you think our hand weapons can do? You just make sure you drop the safety interlocks and explode that plant!" He cut the link in disgust. Then he heard weapons open up in the hall outside. It only lasted a few seconds, then silence returned. Nathaniel forced himself to wait. Running out into the hall now would only assure his few remaining people were killed in a crossfire. He waited for the longest minute of his life, spoke the attack order into his com, then bolted for the door. Nathaniel had waited just the right amount of time. The infidel covering squad had taken up position down the hall as the advance team made their way to the last door before engineering. They had gotten sloppy as well. No one was looking back down the hall to cover the squad's rear. All this was taken in during the milliseconds it took for Nathaniel to clear the door way and bring his tribarrel up to firing position. Plasma bolts and tribarrel darts streamed down on the backs of Orange squad. In seconds, nearly the entire squad was cut to ribbons. Orange Seven, a gray eyed sergeant with copper hair and freckles was the sole survivor, remaining miraculously untouched. He dove into the relative safety of a side hall. A stream of tribarrel darts stitched into the wall behind him. As he disappeared behind the bulkhead, the stream hit his feet, removing them from his body. His suit's legs automatically clamped down in order to staunch the blood flowing out of his shattered appendages. Sargent Eden knew his goose was cooked. In the shape he was in he didn't stand a chance in hell of surviving what was soon coming around the corner. Barely holding on to consciousness because of the pain and blood loss, he still managed to key his com. "Orange… Seven. Need help… Nine enemies in power… armor…" then he lost consciousness. Fortunately for him help was already on the way. Even as he passed out, the door at the end of the cross-hall opened and in charged Blue squad with Col. van Yurgen in the lead. With practiced precision they fell in to defensive positions along the hall. As the nine enemy charged around the corner in a disorganized mob, eight heavy pulsers and two tribarrels breathed death. The momentum imparted on the Masadan's by the fire literally lifted them up and away from Blue squad. They fell a full meter down the hall, which is quite a feat considering the weight of a power-armored human. They would never get up again, their armor perforated and shattered by hundreds of darts. The hall behind them didn't look much better, with huge holes punched through multiple the bulkheads. Nathaniel Ibbons last thought was that God had deserted him. He had tried the best he could, yet it hadn't been good enough. The ship was still intact, along with the cargo, and the infidel were almost at engineering. His men's last stand had been for nothing… Blue squad blew open the last door cutting off engineering from the rest of the ship. Blue Two was the first through the hole. As he rolled behind a nearby console for cover, flechettes bounced off of his armor. Yelling a war cry, a lone figure stood behind a console firing at him as fast as the gun was able. As he brought up his pulser to end it Col. van Yurgen's voice blared over his com. "Take him alive damn it!" Allowing his pulser to drop on its sling, he drew his stunner. The enemy emptied his flechette gun, its normally lethal fruit merely sparking off of Blue Two's armor. Screaming in rage and fear, he threw the now useless weapon at Blue Two, then picked up an instrument lying on the console next to him. Pressing a button on it, a high pitched wine started up. Blue Two saw the slight distortion caused by a forceblade. At another time, having someone try to take out a power armored marine with nothing but a forceblade would have reduced him to hysterics. Oh sure it would cut through an unarmored human like tissue paper, but would barely scratch the paint on Blue Two's suit. Yelling like a madman, with a look of desperation in his eyes, the man charged Blue Two with the forceblade held high over his head. He made it half way to Blue Two before Blue Two's stunner dropped him like a marionette whose strings had been cut. [Bridge, GSN Warspite, 10 minutes later] The news of the casualties, especially Orange squad, had been a tough pill to swallow. Thad knew he could have prevented it if he had stuck to the script Cerberus Corp. had laid out for him. Yet the very fact that there had been so many people on board that had tried to kill the boarding party was proof that this ship carried a very dangerous cargo. "Warspite, this is Gator flight, requesting permission to dock." "Permission granted Gator flight. Welcome home, and good work." Mr. St. Laurence said, though the comment was practically devoid of emotion. [Boat Bay One, GSN Warspite, that same time] Thad watched silently as the two pinnaces drifted into the bay, pulled by the invisible lines of the tractor beams. Once they had landed, a very somber group of marines filed out. They were short 20 out of the original 80 that went out. There were also 13 wounded to greater and lesser degrees. Yet they had also collected 5 prisoners and had 35 of the crew, which would help for what was to come. Although there had only been time for a cursory examination of the cargo, what had been discovered was very disturbing. Crate after crate of power armor, weapons, anti missile batteries, even modern tanks and APC's! If this cargo had somehow made it past the inspectors around Masada, it would have been a major disaster. The radical faction of Masada was hard enough to keep in line as it was. If they gained access to modern weapons… Thad shuddered. That was why the crew and Masadan prisoners were so important. An operation on this scale was not launched on a whim. It had to have a reasonable chance of success. Cerberus had to have some way of getting the cargo down to Masada unnoticed. Someone among the survivors was bound to know something and would be made to talk. Thad and ONI knew who was responsible for this plot, but knowing and proving were two vastly different things. 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