mound in the dirt ahead of her. It rose up to nearly twice the height the grass, rising to a spire at the top that resembled a stalagmite. She studied it for a moment, noting the oddity of it in the middle of the otherwise flat plain, then shrugged and broke her rifle down so she could climb it to get a better view.
Movement at the base of the mound stopped her. She studied it, but couldn’t be certain what it was. Her helmet cycled through multiple display modes until the thermal imaging picked up movement near the base again. She studied the entire mound more carefully, noting the temperature of it was a few degrees warmer than the ground beneath it. Perhaps it absorbed the sun’s radiation. It was either that or the mound was something else altogether.
Else reassembled her rifle and held it in one hand. She drew her vibro-knife with the other and approached close enough to jam it in and pull it out. The knife sliced through easily but she noted the outer layer of dirt was crusty, almost like a shell. She stared at the wound in the earthen mound and saw it begin to shift. Dirt sprinkled out of it for a moment then a multi-segmented insect crawled out at an alarming speed. It had to be at least six inches long, but that was the last thing on Elsa’s mind. She was already back peddling and bringing her rifle up defensively.
More of the Vitalian termites poured out of the opening, some even leaping in her direction from the hole. She stumbled backwards, tripping on some grass, and then scrambled to regain her feet and put more distance between herself and the newest alien terror.
A blur of action burst through the grasses to her right, flashing in front of her and then disappearing to her left. Two more followed, sweeping some of the bugs with each of them. Elsa saw just enough to know it was a sort of animal. Smaller than everything else she’d seen but fast.
The bugs fell back to their mound, retreating from the newest threat. Elsa gathered her feet under her and rose carefully, watching carefully around her. She turned slowly, cursing the thick grasses for preventing her sensors from seeing any further than her eyes.
Her rotation stopped when she saw one of them on the path she’d made through the grass behind her. It stood a little over half her height on four legs. Elsa thought it looked feline, but it had a long neck and a head filled with teeth. The critter in its mouth crunched with each chomp, then it straightened its long neck out as it swallowed the mouthful. It’s appetizer out of the way, it turned to stare at Elsa.
Elsa returned the stare, although hers was down the barrel of her rifle. “There were three of you, where’s your friends?” Whether it could hear her or not it lowered its body down into a crouch, gathering itself to spring. Teeth bared it hissed at her. “Really? You’re going to try that? Is everything on this planet stupid?”
She fired her rifle, sending it spinning around in circles as it hissed and spit at her. Smoke rose from the scorched region along its flank where the ions had cooked the meat. She tracked it and fired again, scoring a hit on the center torso of it. It jumped into the air before falling flat to the ground and convulsing. Elsa grinned, she’d guessed right and cooked off some of its important organs.
The world turned upside down and Elsa’s rifle went flying. Her arm was yanked and crushed, then something slammed into her stomach that made the air explode from her mouth. The other two predators were trying to rend her limb from limb and only her armor was saving her.
Claws raked across her chest, catching on a panel and yanking her up on her side. Elsa whimpered in her helmet and tried to pull herself into a ball. The creature that had her arm pulled back, threatening to dislocate it again. Desperate, she dialed up the power in her suit and jammed her left fist into the neck of the beast on her left side.
The electricity and impact made it jump back, momentarily stunned by the punch. Elsa grabbed her knife and sliced across, scalping it as her blade glanced off its head. It hissed around its mouthful and shook its powerful head like a dog. Blood flew from the head wound even as Elsa screamed in agony. She heard a terrible ripping noise, then felt her arm yanked again before there was no feeling at all.
Else reached down and grabbed one of her grenades. The Low Frequency concussion from it was her only chance, if she could gain the upper hand for a moment and kill the beasts she might be able to stabilize her arm and get away. She pressed the activation button and drew her hand back to toss it into the air before she rolled over.
She pulled her arm back tight when she caught movement on her left. The stunned assailant pounced on her, trying to grab her other arm. She rolled with it, sending it flying into the other one that was worrying her arm. She tossed the grenade after them then rolled back, tucking herself into a ball and bringing her arms to her head.
Her arms? Else pulled her head back and stared at her arm. From the elbow down it was exposed, complete with scratches and scrape marks on it. Not only was her arm still attached but it still worked!
The concussive blast from the LF grenade sent her rolling again. Her display blinked and restarted, alarms flashing to let her know of the damage taken by the armor. She followed the indicator in her display and saw her rifle laying nearby. She scrambled over to it and grabbed it, holding it steady in her now naked hand. Lacking the external power source the rifle relied upon its internal power cells. She aimed it manually at the two surviving but disoriented creatures. One tried to rise but fell down, the other was rolling around and snapping at the air. She fired twice, killing them, then fell to her own knees.
She stared at her arm, looking at the blood that dripped from the scratches in it. She flexed her hand a few times, not believing it was all right. It ached but she’d take an ache over the alternative. She let grateful tears fall from her eyes for a moment before she forced them back with a sniffle. She picked up her rifle again before turning to focus on the dead aliens. They were at the epicenter of a bowl in the grasses where her grenade had knocked the weeds to the ground. It measured roughly twenty feet across.
Elsa stood and went to the torn armor. She picked it up, wondering if it could be repaired. The soft material at the joints were shredded and torn. Even the harder armored plates in it showed gouges, cracks, and breaks in a few places. She sighed and let it drop to the ground. The cuts on her arm had stopped bleeding, the rest of it she was going to have to do on her own.
“ Keep your head on straight, Gunny,” she admonished herself. If she’d have seen one of her men get ambushed like she had, she’d have ripped their head off. She popped her visor, taking a few deep breaths of unfiltered air, then wiped the sweat and tears off her face. Exposed to the fresh air again she felt the shakes that had threatened to set in recede. She took a fresh drink of water and reluctantly lowered her visor before skirting the insect mound and heading off in the direction of the ridge.
“ FIST Team three, Dark Angel reporting in!”
“… Angel… FIST… Ov-“
Elsa gasped. The response was broken and she couldn’t understand them, she had a signal and a heading. Her instincts had been close, she was heading in the right direction. With a new indicator on her display for the signal, she felt her spirits buoyed once again.
Chapter 10
A small herd of four legged behemoths moved across the plain. Elsa watched from the top of one of the foothills that turned into the ridge she’d been moving towards. Two slightly smaller predators stalked the herd, moving back and forth as they sought to find a stray.
Elsa smirked. Light years from Earth but animals still acted like animals. They were predictable but no less dangerous for it. Especially since they had both the size and the lack of familiarity with humans to not be afraid. She watched a moment longer as one of the two legged predators seized on a chance and lunged forward, running at the pack with a speed that surprised her.
The aggressors reminded Elsa of the overgrown chicken that had come at her, except these were larger. They ran on two legs and were covered in a shimmering coat of iridescent scales or feathers, from her range she couldn’t tell. The biggest difference was that their fore limbs were spaced further apart, closer to where a proper birds wings would be.
She shook her head and turned away, not wanting to know if the hunting tactic was going to work or not. She raised her rifle in her naked hand and checked it for the thousandth time. The energy pack remained nearly full, allowing her close to sixty shots in primary fire mode. If she needed to generate a laser it would drain faster, depending upon the intensity of the beam.
