Major Dan Talbot woke with a start, knowing that the battle that lay ahead was going the final assault of the enemy forces. Directed by a soulless entity, the going had been difficult at best. Many men had disappeared under the assault of the alien invaders.
Soldiers fell screaming, immolated and nothing remained of them, but ash before they hit the ground. The weapons that the aliens used there was no defense against the energetic particle beams. Engagement after engagement they sent soldiers back to the medical ship with horrid wounds and missing limbs. Finally the United Terran Force troops started to take the alien weapons from fallen enemy and turned them against their previous owners with great effect. Still, the fighting had been brutal and costly.
Major Mort “Muerta” McFee ran up to Talbot announcing that the aliens had not moved from the last scout reports, but that the areas that before they cleared out near the encampment, the aliens had reoccupied. They were going to have to drive them out again.
“We should have not pulled back last time.”McFee sighed, rubbing his eyes. “But we had no choice. We were out of time and the orders were to regroup.”
Talbot knew McFee was right. Even though it was a new fight today, it was necessary to have pulled back into the containment area the night before.
Talbot commanded the united expedition force, every soldier was his to lead. He had seniority and had been in the battle zone longer and knew precisely how Mcfee felt. The United command of Planetary Forces made poor choices, calling them away from the area at a critical time.
Talbot turned to the task at hand, the numbers of the enemy were not known and they were in a better, more defensible position. The space separating the humans last-ditch effort to contain the raiders, bordered by thick forested hills on one end and had flat open areas on the other was their best battlefield. This had the advantage of giving cover if the enemy would charge across the open field.
Talbot gave the order to advance, stealth was the order and plan of the day, they would be in place and ready when the order for a mass attack came from the Commander. The battle plan was in place and an entire division was ready, but they needed to keep the aliens occupied and off-balance.
Moving quietly, the Major rounded a large boulder and surprised an alien soldier-scout who was just moving with the stealth of a snake, having stopped only to rest there out of sight. Equally surprised, he paused, and the alien screamed and charged Talbot who went on the offensive with a bayonet in one hand, his service pistol in the other.
The human forces were not yet in place behind the trees and now the enemy was aware of the humans’ movement. Gunfire erupted all around them, the aliens charged across the clearing to the forest after the scouts picked up the battle cry.
The alien injured Talbot, the hand to claw struggle was only decided by the skilled use of his edged weapon that the Major won the fight. The Major had to pause a moment for first aid as he hid behind the stump of a destroyed tree. His med-kit soothed the torn flesh and using an applicator, he smoothed on a synthetic flesh called “QuickSkin” that stopped the bleeding, in moments he was ready to continue the fight.
*Good stuff this* Talbot thought *Not even a scar.* as he continued forward. A rapid-fire three barreled cannon manned by two aliens were engaging the right flank of his troops and giving Major McFee trouble.
Talbot moved to a vantage and shouldered his full-sized battle rifle, lined up the telescopic sight, he pulled the trigger on the rail gun and launched a three-millimeter mylar projectile into the cannon and crew at forty times the speed of sound with devastating results. The impact turned the heavy cannon on its side while disrupting the armor and barrels of the huge weapon, for the gunners it was complete devastation.
Even at half-power the force of the shot rattled Talbot’s teeth. In training, a full power shot was capable of stopping an aircraft from miles away. But the shots were slow and took time to charge. In battle most settings were at fifty-percent power or less.
As the soldiers of McFee’s team moved forward, it became clear that the aliens had flanked the human force. Shooting came from all sides, the troops were surrounded and fought back, but they were completely defensive.
They had never got the position secured in the forest and the situation was getting desperate! A stroke of luck or a heroic effort by the soldiers would be the only way to survive this.
The Major ran along the lines, behind the aliens, trying to inflict as much damages as he could, he needed to make the aliens to break off and regroup, but the alien army was kept up the pressure, the one man strike force attempted to a flank them and come around from behind…
“Danny?” The familiar voice cut across his focus as he was sneaking up behind the aliens, his weapons set, his ammunition ready.
Firing in rapid mode, ultra-high-velocity projectiles, bits of plastic really, violently blew apart the hardened armor of an assault vehicle that the aliens were using as cover.
“Danny, time for dinner.”
Little Danny Talbot pushed over a plastic alien to its back, the loss of the alien leader would be devastating to the enemy. Overturning a self-propelled field gun, then left the battle there in his room. His troops patiently sitting for him to return to command. Even the monstrous enemy would not move with the patient silence of a child’s toy while the leader went to eat his evening meal.