March To The Stars

hushed tones. Now he understood why. When you see someone who is preternaturally fast—Rastar was one such—it is awe-inspiring. and Sor Teb, it turned out, was preternaturally fast at surviving. The councilor was behind the throne and out a side door before anyone besides the prince could target him.

But that didn't mean people were sitting on their hands.

Kosutic dropped the muzzle of her bead rifle and took down the arquebusier to the right of the throne even as the Scourge guards along the walls flung themselves forward. Their primary weapon seemed to be double sticks. The long rods were nearly as thick as a human's forearm, and the guards wielded them with precision. One of them descended towards the sergeant major's forearm, obviously intending to disarm her, but it was abruptly blocked by a short sword.

'Mudh Hemh!' Pedi screamed like a damnbeast and spun in place, flinging off her sumei as both swords appeared. She chopped down, to take all of the fingers off one of the guard's hands, then swept upward to gut him like a fish.

'The vales!!'

The astonished guards recoiled at the sight of the blades and frosted horns. Humans were unknown bogeymen from beyond even the farthest reaches of the valley, but the Shin were always there. And never underestimated. Even the females.

'Shin!!!'

The Mardukan female spun again, blocking another blow directed at her from behind and back-kicking the guard in the groin. She turned towards the throne, where the majority of the surviving guards had clustered in defense of the High Priest, and spat.

'TIME TO MEET THE FIRE, BOYS!'

* * *

'Boots and saddles!'

Pahner shot to his feet, rubbing an ear as the shout over his helmet commo systems rocketed him upright.

'Your Highness?' he called, heading for the door of his office while the sudden icy calm of a man who's seen too many emergencies—and has just heard the unmistakable sound of rifle volleys in the background of a truncated radio call—flooded through him.

'To all units, Bravo Company relay! Terminate all Krath guards in view with extreme prejudice. Do this NOW!'

Pahner heard screams from the warehouse, and firing broke out as he hit the door. Two Krath guards were attacking one of the Diaspran infantry by the main doors, but two shots took them down before the captain could even draw his sidearm. All the others in sight had already been dealt with.

'Prince Roger, this is Captain Pahner,' he said calmly as he strode towards the piles of gear that were half ready for loading. 'What's happening?'

'Servants are human sacrifices,' Kosutic cut in on the command circuit, panting. In the background, Pahner heard a knife-hitting-a-melon sound with which the entire company had become all too familiar. 'We're trying to fight our way out of the Temple. For some reason, they're just a bit ticked with us.'

'That might be because Pedi Karuse cut her way through to the High Priest on our way out of the room,' Roger said with a grunt against the background of a fading scream. 'Fortunately, all the guards have been unarmored so far. We're conserving ammo by quite literally cutting our way out. But Sor Teb got away, dammit! He set us up.'

'We're on our way,' Pahner said, gesturing for the teams to drop what they were doing. The most vital equipment had already been packed for a run, most of it loaded into large, hard-sided leather trunks with multiple carrying rings, so that they could be easily on-loaded and off-loaded from pack animals. The remainder was food and other similar nonvital items that could be seized on the way. It was cold, but if you had bullets, you could always get beans.

'Negative!' Roger snapped. 'We're heading for the city's main gate. You know the drill—Vashin to take the gate, flying columns to secure the intersections and block response, tell the ships to head for K'Vaern's Cove, and the rest all run like hell for the gates. We're going to join up in that vicinity. If you try to cut your way into the Temple, we'll never make it. Follow the plan, Captain. That's an order.'

'Tell me you can fight your way out, Your Highness,' the captain grated. 'Tell me that.'

'Hold one,' Roger responded. Behind his voice, someone else bellowed in rage. The bellow grew louder, as if the throat from whence it sprang was charging towards Roger, but then the sound was cut abruptly short, and Pahner heard a thump, and a spraying sound.

'Pthah! Just make sure you bring a pocking towel.'

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Temu Jin strode up to the last few meters of path and nodded to the Mardukan waiting for him. The Shin chieftain was middle-aged for one of the locals, calm and closed faced. He propped himself on the long ax which was his symbol of office—the symbol which had permitted him to pass more or less unmolested through the intervening tribes.

Now the chieftain leaned forward and fixed the human with a glare.

'I have traveled two weeks from my home for you, Temu Jin,' he growled. 'I have done this while my people are in jeopardy, when the young warriors are questioning my utility. I have done this because you indicated that it was vital that we meet. All I can say is that it had better be important.'

'Decide for yourself,' Jin said. 'Humans have landed in Kirsti.'

'That is not important!' the chieftain snapped. 'Everything passes through Kirsti sooner or later, as I know all too well.'

'Ah, but what humans?' Jim replied. 'These humans did not travel to Kirsti from our base here. They arrived aboard ships—ships built here on Marduk, which crossed the sea to reach this continent.'

'And what of that?' the chieftain demanded. 'Why should the fact that they floated across the water rather than flew through the air excite me?'

'As I've told you, the Empire is not going to look kindly upon the Krath when I finally get word to my superiors. But I don't know when that will be. These humans could help in getting the word out.'

'Why? Why these humans and not the waifs you have already dumped upon us?'

'These humans are ... important,' Jin temporized. 'But they'll need some support.'

'Of course. Don't they always?' the chief grumped. 'What now?'

'I'll send you some packages. Ammunition and some essential spare parts they could probably use. Also some modern weapons. If you can make contact with them, it will greatly benefit us. It would be even better if you could woo them away from the Krath and into the Shin lands.'

'What? No blankets? No 'sleeping bags'? No insect repellent?' the chief gave a Mardukan snort. 'I hope that your superiors come to your aid soon—all these visitors are becoming tiring. As to 'wooing them away from the Krath,' I can send out the word to the clan-Chiefs, but it will be up to them individually. And they don't think much of humans. Only if they come directly to my lands will it be possible for me to ensure their safety.'

'I think you'll find these folk a bit different,' Jin said grimly. 'And I doubt they'll need much looking after. Among other things, at least some of them are Marines.'

'Marines?' the chief scoffed. 'These are your space warriors, yes? Warriors we have aplenty.'

'You don't have Imperial Marines,' Jin cautioned. 'And if they're the Marines I think they are, you don't have anything close.'

The chieftain regarded him balefully for moment, then rubbed his horns in thought.

* * *

'Anybody have any idea where we are?' Roger asked. His stripped-down command group stood at the intersection of five dome-roofed corridors. A single oil lamp gave miserly illumination, and the prince idly wiped blood from his sword blade as he looked about himself.