Even before all detailing was done, the shuttles set course for the moon base. Daniel hoped that their approach would at least be with the sun in their back, so the scopes on the base would hardly be able to pick the shuttles up on visual. Everyone reached into their bag and brought out the weaponry they had taken along.
“As soon as we are on the ground, we move out. You know your position and direction. Go there and report to me directly,” Troy notified everyone. At least he got that right. “And remember to fill up your compartments. We’re going out on inner air.”
All around was the sound of air pockets being filled. Daniel did that too. It felt strange, like breathing in through your arms and thighs, and not breathing out. He knew that, in worst case, a Rebuilt could survive for three hours on this air reserve. Hopefully it would not get that far.
There was a dull sound and a shiver ran through the shuttle. The hatch opened and the crew streamed out. Daniel noticed that they had indeed approached the moon base the right way.
“Troy, once again, change your plan. Please,” he said to their group commander as he jumped from the shuttle.
“Shut it, Zacharias.” Troy was not receptive to advice.
“If there is something like a God, please be merciful,” Daniel whispered. Then he ran off with his two companions, Andred and Wilson. Troy had assigned them to the back-door. “Phil, Kjella. Good luck,” he said on a private channel.
“You too, Daniel. We’ll get this done,” said Phil, who was assigned to the third group.
Daniel hoped it was the truth. He wondered what the best thing would be now. Go on and probably face disaster, or return to the shuttle and- no… that was not an option. He’d be committing mutiny and that would certainly cost him. He had no option but to follow his orders at this point and just do what he could to make things go as well as possible.
The three in Daniel’s group ran over the moon’s surface. It was a dull grey surface with very odd shapes protruding from the strange ground. It was not a solid foothold, it was more like running over moist sand, which was a very strange experience. Daniel had run outside the star base during his training weeks, also without external oxygen, but this was different.
They reached their target. Wilson, who was assigned to lead the group, reported to Troy that they were in position.
“Hold until I tell you to go in,” Troy ordered them.
The three prepared their weapons. Wilson kept his eye on the miniature display on his wrist, that informed him how the lock-decoder was progressing in opening the door’s safety-mechanism. The device only took seconds for that.
The waiting was torment for them. There was no word from Troy on what the other groups were doing, where they were, nothing. Suddenly they saw a flash and felt a tremble beneath their feet. The vacuum of space did not transport sound.
“Troy! What’s going on?” Daniel shouted on a private channel, overruling Wilson in role.
“Fuck, the fuck shot me!” was the reply.
“Troy, Phil, Kjella! Report! Do we go in?”
“Daniel, you’re out of line,” Wilson barked.
The ground beneath them shook again. More flashes of light erupted from several places in the roof of the moon base.
“Then do something,” Daniel said. “If you are in command, take it. All hell is breaking loose somewhere and we’re here picking our noses.”
Wilson yelled at Troy, asking what to do. Daniel did not wait for that. He kicked at the unlocked door, which flew open. He ran inside, staying low. Andred was right behind him, and Wilson followed last. “Troy doesn’t respond,” the leader said.
Daniel slammed the door and quickly punched in the military override for the airlock. Hissing air was blasted into the small compartment where the three men were waiting.
Once the air pressure was equalised, it took them agonising minutes to reach a smoke-filled corridor. They were getting closer to the battle that had started without them. On the private channel, Daniel kept repeating the names of the people that made up their strike team. As more and more responded, the three proceeded through the corridor. The screaming of phase-pistols and the low sound of more complicated proton weapons grew louder by the second, and suddenly they found themselves in the middle of the fight.
“Deck!” He did not know who yelled, but he was on the floor before the last letter had reached his awareness. Wilson and Andred also were on the floor as bolts flew over their heads.
“Back,” Wilson hissed, and he was right. In this situation there was nothing they could do except get hurt.
Once in the small corridor they had come through, Wilson took charge, finally, and located where their own people were. “They’re on our left. Bad guys right. Andred, you’re with me. Daniel, move around and hit them from behind.”
Andred and Daniel nodded. As Wilson and Andred kneeled down and started to fire their weapons around the corner, Daniel checked his own mini-display for the plan of the moon base. There was an easy way through some offices to get behind the attackers, so he retraced his steps and quickly found his way to where he wanted to go. All that time the sound of the battle followed him.
He reached the last door. “Wilson, I’m ready.”
“Go, Daniel,” was his reply.
5. Moon base (2)
Daniel carefully opened the door and glanced through the slit. The corridor seemed empty, most of the folks shooting at the military team were in a side corridor. Checking the entire corridor quickly, he slipped out of the office as once more the floor shook and trembled. Parts of the ceiling rained down on him as he made his way to the action. Just as he reached the turn in the corridor, a heavily armed figure came round it, his armour blackened from impacts of phase-pistols. A sound emerged from the person, who raised a large gun.
Daniel was faster, helped by his Bactine body. The armoured shape fell down, disabled for good. Daniel grabbed the weapon, which was much larger than his own, swung around the corner and took two seconds to evaluate what he saw.
The invaders had grouped at least two dozen scientists from the moon base behind them, to protect their backs. The scientists were standing, the invaders were either small or kneeling, to stay out of sight. How they had managed it so quickly, Daniel did not know, but the scientists were all tied together by the neck, with the chains ends high up in the wall so they could not escape or bend down. Two of the scientists were killed, being held up by the others, so they would not be strangled by the weight of the dead people hanging down.
He raised his hand and put a finger over his lips. Swiftly he moved forward, jumped, and yanked one end of the chain from the wall. Mere seconds later the other end was loose also. The freed people did not need encouragement: they ran off as fast as they could.
Daniel jumped up, almost reaching the ceiling, and buried the fingers of his free hand in the wall. That position gave him an open view on the attackers. He aimed the confiscated gun and fired at the front line of the invading force, taking out three of them in the first blast. As he had expected, several of them turned and started firing. They just aimed too low.
Andred appeared in the corridor also, and soon the invaders had been reduced to smoking bodies. The fight was over all of a sudden. The group that had been terminated turned out to be the whole invading group.
Troops began to locate hostages and freed the ones that had been locked up. The wounded were seen to.
Daniel found Troy, who was limping around and gloating at the success. “Are you satisfied now?” he asked the leader of the subgroup.
“Yeah. I am. The base is liberated. We did a great job.”
“Nine civilians dead, five soldiers dead. Sixteen people wounded. Yes. A great job.” Daniel wanted to punch
