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.
“You really believe they are going for control of the ship?” Chandra asked.
“Outnumbered and facing superior firepower, wouldn’t you? They aren’t fighting to the death, they are fighting to protect the gateway!”
They came to an abrupt halt as half a dozen Mechs turned a bend up ahead and continued, not having noticed them. Taylor quickly took advantage of the situation and lifted his rifle, pouring fire into their backs. The broad corridor allowed six more of the platoon to join in. The creatures were riddled with bullets but still managed to turn and fire a few pulses. One rushed over Chandra’s head, the other skimmed the hip of one of the privates, causing him to squirm in pain as he collapsed to the ground.
Another volley of fire finished the creatures for good as Chandra knelt down to the wounded man. She took a quick look at his wound and grasped his shoulders, peering into his eyes.
“You’ll be fine! We cannot stay here or be slowed down. You keep your rifle at the ready, you hear?”
The Private was still stunned, but he nodded in agreement. Chandra hated leaving one of their own behind, but she knew there were bigger things at stake.
“Let’s move!”
She leapt forward and led the platoon right over the bodies of the Mechs. Wisps of smoke still rose from their thick armour where the Reitech rounds had drilled right through. As they passed along more corridors, they found the bodies of several of the ship’s crew and no sign of life.
Shit, we need to get a move on. Chandra thought to herself.
She upped the pace and within a few minutes, they could hear gunfire once again. It was a welcome sound, as it meant someone had stood their ground against the incoming enemy.
“How do you want to do this?” Taylor asked.
“No subtleties, we just keep going forward.”
They passed several corridors that they recognised and realised just how close they were to the bridge now. Taylor was thankful it had been placed at the core of the vessel. He was certain the carrier would have fallen to the enemy if it had not been. They took a turn up ahead and were met face-to-face with several creatures at the back of their column. Chandra and Taylor fired a quick few bursts and ducked back as pulses smashed into the wall where they had just stood.
“Guess we found them!”
“Best thing we can do from here is to keep up the heat,” replied Taylor. “The more trouble we cause, and the more of those bastards we can take down, the better chance we give Huber.”
Chandra dropped to one knee and edged around the corner, and Taylor stood over her. They fired two bursts each and quickly ducked back. They hoped they’d taken one of the creatures down but didn’t have enough time to confirm it. Just as they were about to repeat the process, they heard panicked shouts echo from the back of their platoon, followed by gunshots.
“Incoming!” they heard down the line.
“Stay here and keep firing!” shouted Chandra.
She jumped to her feet and rushed down the corridor to find four of the platoon firing down a side corridor
