The admiral’s eyes widened as he drew a sharp breath in realisation, understanding the small figure before him possibly spoke the truth, then his vision narrowed as he glanced to either side suspiciously, seeing the shock on his colleagues’ faces, ‘You have new weaponry…we cannot let that fall to the enemy…’
Begum smiled reassuringly, ‘Our engineers have synchronised the laser rifles with the user’s life signs…if they are parted from the weapon for a period of time, or the assigned soldier dies, a small charge will devastate key parts of the rifle…it will be useless to use and for any possible research.’ The small emissary swallowed, ‘We will be using other weaponry once we near earth…some we have upgraded for your marines to deploy…others not.’ He lowered his head once more, ‘We are a humble race now, but deserve the right to reserve some of our finest traditional weapons for our own glory in likely death…’ Begum’s eyes sparkled as he briefly looked up into the lights above, tears welling as he blinked, ‘The mother ship can distract the Morgon gunners…we have a new technology that can briefly project a mirror image of our great vessel in another location…for perhaps thirty earth seconds. Enough to engage their observers before their short range scans cast doubt upon what their evil red snake eyes see…’
The small Fahimian stared up at the admiral, his head slowly moving to either side and looking into each senior officer’s eyes individually as a determined voice resounded around them, ‘Your new allies wish to commit to this strategy…we will be victorious…’
The senior commanders glanced at each other, several nodding and forcing smiles at the proud insolence, the admiral clearing his throat, ‘Very well…we agree to your proposal. But this will be a joint operation…’ He stared towards the Trevakian officer stood near the Fahimian, ‘Captain Dugachard…’
The slim Trevakian female snapped to attention, her boots cracking together, eyes straining forward as she raised her voice officially, ‘Yes Sir!’
The admiral leant back in his chair, resting his hands on the edge of the small table before him, ‘Captain Dugachard…your unit will accompany our new allies, bolstering their numbers.’ His eyes widened, ‘Your six hundred marines are equipped with the new laser rifles…they will also be issued with our new blaster pistols for close combat. Ensure they receive additional training on the lower decks and hangar in preparation…I will assign a special operations unit to your command for assistance.’
He nodded solemnly towards Begum, ‘You have our permission and additional troops to reinforce your attack…I wish...hope for your every success. We will deploy additional transports for support and our fighters will intercept any of their defensive craft…’ He smiled grimly, ‘In just over forty earth hours we will arrive and launch the initial assault.’
Chapter Six: Far Eastern Troubles
A World in Peril
Downtown Bangkok, Thailand
Tracer fire zipped across the brightly lit streets, screams and shouts of alarm ringing out as the deafening gunfire recommenced, echoing across the building fronts and neon flashing bars. Burning cars and buses lined the forward thoroughfares, nervously crouched soldiers in camouflaged uniforms ducked behind makeshift barricades as they stared south and westwards towards the gunfire.
In the darkened early morning sky above, helicopter spotlights swept through the dark billowing smoke clouds, further soldiers being dropped by ropes into dust swirling rear areas behind the street fighting, muffled sirens wailing across the city. The troopers were deeply relieved that the stubborn initial defensive battles had provided time for mobile missile batteries to be lowered onto hotel and apartment rooftops, the slower Morgon transports currently lacking sufficient swift fighter support to engage against such defences. In rear streets, further high calibre cannon and anti-aircraft batteries were being towed to crossroads and open areas, the crews busily unloading shells as armoured personnel carriers roared away to collect further stocks.
Shattered bodies lay across the forward streets, many cut down in the sporadic firefights that had erupted as Morgon shock troops advanced east and northwards from the international airport, others split open from vicious slashes, the ornate two bladed swords of the invaders dripping with fresh blood. The enemy patrols had become far more vigorous and ambitious as further transports landed across the two runways, reinforcing the armoured soldiers that had taken the main airport buildings.
Many civilians were simply herded away by the Morgon troopers, those that protested being instantly despatched and beheaded, the bloodied survivors huddled and sectioned into groups to be transported out from the airport. The busy sex and transsexual trade of one of the contested city areas created numerous scantily clad captives, some initial confusion rising amongst
