Machine World (Undying Mercenaries Book 4) (23 page)

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The gray stillness of dawn was split open by the roar of incoming fire. A bombardment began, one that consisted of green-lit falling objects. They reminded me of the globes they’d dropped on us back on Dust World. Those had been gas attacks. These globes couldn’t be gas—we were all enclosed in vac suits so gas was pointless.

I made my way out of my tent into the cold of early morning. I could feel that cold, even through my suit. It cut lines across my body wherever my suit folded up and allowed me to sense what it was really like outside my tiny enclosure.

“What do the squids think they’re doing?” Kivi demanded, coming up to stand next to me.

We watched as the green balls popped and liquid splashed the rocky walls of our shelter. They smoked there, melting the methane snow.

“I don’t know what that stuff is,” I said, “but I doubt it’s meant to refresh us. Everyone saddle-up! Get inside your dragons, now!”

This announcement was met with a general chorus of grumbling.

“I haven’t even taken a piss yet, Vet,” Carlos said.

My people scrambled to obey quickly enough, however, when they saw one of the green globes wobble into our sheltered area and touch our big tent.

The material smoked for a moment, then the tent disintegrated. It sagged like a popped balloon.

We climbed into our machines and got them moving. All around us, the infantry were ducking for whatever cover they could find in the cracks and crannies of the gully we were hiding in. I pitied the poor bastards. They didn’t have a nice temperature-controlled vehicle to hide inside of. They had to live like cockroaches exposed on the surface.

The genius of the squid attack became obvious when a rivulet of the green stuff ran down under the butts of a half-dozen crouching soldiers. There they were, one minute trying to look in every direction at once, then in the next, their suits were unraveling, exposing them to the brutal elements of Machine World.

People howled and hobbled. Their boots burned away, their legs smoked white. Any exposed skin quickly blistered due to the acidic liquid then froze to a purplish-gray as the frost had its way with them.

Before I could request orders from Centurion Graves, he gave them to me.

“McGill, it’s time to advance again. The enemy has zeroed our position and they’ll burn us out of here one way or another. I think it’s time we took the fight to them.”

“Right sir—which way?”

“Check your HUD map. Follow the tactical display. You’ll move straight upslope with Belter’s unit behind you. The rest of the cavalry will flank.”

“Uh…thanks, sir.”

I checked on my orders. There was no clear endpoint to our advance. If I was a betting man, I’d say Graves had tapped a likely spot for the enemy position then just ordered me to attack it, hoping there’d be someone to kill when I got there.

“What kind of intel have we got on the enemy positions?” I asked.

“Precious little. Natasha and about a dozen other techs flew buzzers uphill last night, but they were all knocked out before they were a kilometer out. We should have at least that far to go before we encounter serious resistance. It’s my opinion that the squids have retreated farther upslope and are bombarding us now to keep us pinned, stalling for time.”

“Your
opinion
, sir?”

“That’s right. Have you got a problem with your orders, McGill?”

“Not at all, sir. I’ll let you know when I find the slimy bastards.”

I closed the channel and sighed. I decided to relay our waypoint to the squad, but not to pass on the rest of Graves’ vague ideas. It was best if the squad believed we knew where the hell we were going.

This march was different. The enemy didn’t fire at us with small arms. Maybe they’d realized those attacks hadn’t been all that effective yesterday. In fact, they’d only served to pinpoint their locations for the bombardment Turov had launched at the end.

Instead, we marched into the blustery frozen silence of Machine World without facing resistance. It was eerie not knowing what might be a hundred meters ahead. The dragons to either of my flanks were churning uphill, scrabbling on the slippery rock. They were like dark shadows shrouded by mist.

Behind each dragon marched a dozen or more foot-soldiers. Now and then one fell and had to be helped up. I knew some were already injured but terrified to tell their commanders. Under these circumstances, a lame soldier was a liability that would best be put down to start over again at the legion bases at the bottom of this endless mountain.

“Vet?” called Kivi, who was on point. “There’s something—come look at this.”

I goaded my machine’s legs into a faster step. Soon, I was at her position.

What I noticed immediately was the mist. It was thinning out. There were gaps in the white sheets of stuff, like drifting breaks in a thick fog.

Not since I’d landed on this world had I found conditions so clear. I immediately communicated this fact to Graves.

“That’s only to be expected,” he said gruffly. “You’re in a high-altitude zone. You’ve passed beyond the fog layer, that’s all. Now, advance to your assigned coordinates and report in.”

Ordering my squad to hold their positions and to be ready for anything, I advanced into the open alone.

It was a strange feeling, walking out of a fog bank that covered most of a planet. For the first time since I’d set foot on Machine World, I saw the sky itself.

The heavens were blue-white. Another cloud-layer, higher than the one that we’d walked up out of, hung overhead. Those clouds looked fluffy and white. I found them strangely normal and inviting. After getting a good look, I retreated back into the mists.

“McGill?” Belter called. “I’m getting reports of the mist breaking up.”

“That’s right, Centurion. We’re getting up out of the fog layer at last.”

“That’s not good. Not good at all. Hold your position, please.”

“I’ve been ordered to advance to the point on your tactical display, sir. My orders are from Centurion Graves.”

“Hold your position, please,” she repeated crisply.

I hesitated then did as she asked. I ordered my squad to hunker down in the last shreds of mist.

After about a minute, Centurion Belter got back to me. “Do you know that your centurion is a callous prick?” she asked me.

“You must be talking about Graves,” I said. “And yes sir, that’s a fair assessment by any measure.”

“We’re going to do this, but we’re going to do this
our
way,” she said. “I want you to charge to the designated coordinates. My infantry will follow as fast as they can.”

“Uh…why the change of plan, sir?”

“Because I think the enemy is in the clear up there, waiting to ambush us. They’ll cut my unit to pieces in the open air.”

“Your people did all right when we advanced on forces at the foot of this molehill. You can hide behind our hulls, just like before.”

“Listen McGill,” she said seriously. “They couldn’t see us before. Now, they’ll be able to use their scopes. We’re walking over bare rock and most of my people are wearing the equivalent of pajamas. They’ll shoot right through your legs and take my troops out, shields or no.”

“In that case why do you think Graves gave us these orders? Doesn’t he understand the danger?”

“Of course he does. He thought of this long ago—I think his techs knew about the break in the fog. The sensors from the ships overhead should have given him a warning. He wants us to attack so we’ll hold the enemy’s attention while the bulk of his force comes around a spur of rock and flanks.”

Thinking about it and looking over the maps in my cockpit, I had to admit she was probably right. We were decoys, distractions.

“You’re saying as long as we attack,” I said thoughtfully, “we’re doing our part of this mission for Graves—just not exactly how he’s ordered us to do it.”

“That’s right.”

I thought about it, but after about ten seconds of thinking, my com light was blinking again. It was Graves.

“McGill, what the hell are you doing up there? Get off your ass and get moving!”

“Yes, Centurion. Moving out now.”

After closing the channel, I opened my squad channel and added Belter to the list.

“Cavalry, it’s time to charge,” I said. “The enemy might not be exactly where the map indicates they are. When we take fire, we’ll veer toward that fire, and we’ll destroy the enemy when we meet them.”

Della spoke up. “Permission to engage shields, sir.”

“Denied. They’ll slow you down too much. You’re going to be left in the dust as it is with your heavier load-out. If you get in close enough to engage, you can turn the shields on at that time, at your discretion. Sound off, squad! This is it!”

They sounded off. No one seemed happy, but they were grimly determined. That was good enough for me.

We transferred power to the legs of our machines and switched off everything else except for basic sensors and weapons. Charging in a dragon was really a matter of resource management. You had to put as much power into the legs as you could without crippling the machine’s effectiveness when you reached the target.


CHARGE!
” I roared, my voice distorting over the com-link.

My dragon’s legs began to pump and all around me more than a dozen other vehicles did the same. We thundered about ten sweeping strides upslope before we were out of the fog and in the open.

How we must have looked to the enemy. Lumbering like giant predatory animals of metal, we tore up the slope with abandon. Titanium claws sparked and screeched on stone. Inside my cockpit, my vision bounced and lurched as we crossed uneven ground.

The infantry were racing behind us, but they were lost in the dust almost immediately. My lighter cavalry moved directly upslope at about sixty kilometers an hour over rough ground. This fact gave me a surge of pride. I wasn’t aware of any ground force in history that could advance faster under these conditions.

Some small part of me had been holding out hope that the officers were wrong. That the enemy wasn’t waiting for us to break out of the fog and become instant targets for everything on the mountain. I dared to think that the green acid-globes hadn’t been dropped on us to goad us into attacking. But these faint hopes were shattered almost immediately upon exiting the roiling fog.

“Incoming fire!” shouted one of my squad mates. I didn’t have time to look over my displays and identify him.

A storm of small-arms fire swept over my vehicle a second later. At first, it was all snap-rifles, I was pretty sure of that. They splattered us, pitting our armor, but they didn’t know enough to concentrate and penetrate—not yet at least.

More green acid-balls arced and fell. They had little effect on my cavalry, but I knew that the infantry in our wake would suffer. We charged on.

Inside my cockpit, it began to feel a little warm. The engine was revving and had gone from a purr to a steady roar.

“Break right, two o’clock!” I ordered. “Up on that snowy ridge—see them?”

We’d all spotted them by now. My HUD outlined them in red and drew little arrows that pointed down to them when they came into direct view. Squid infantry, I was sure of it.

As a group, we veered toward them. Their fire became almost frantic. Still, they weren’t focusing enough rifle fire on any single dragon to bring it down.

I began to think this wasn’t going to be suicide after all. We were only about three hundred meters from the enemy, and already my comrades were chugging out grenades. Enemy contacts blinked out when we scored a kill.

“Incoming missiles!” Della called. “We’ve got seven seconds! Six…five…four…”

“Spread out!” I ordered. “But keep advancing. If we get into the ranks of the infantry, they won’t be able to pound us with artillery without hitting their own troops.”

With a whoosh and boom, the first missile landed behind us, sending up shattered rock in a spray. A half-dozen more landed a second later. They were smart mini-missiles. The later members of the missile swarm learned from the hits or misses of the first ones.

Two dragons were taken out, struck dead and sent rolling down the mountain in a cascade of flame and fragmented metal. I didn’t even know who died—I didn’t have time to worry about that.

We reached the snowy ridge moments later. The squids, to their credit, rose up to meet us without showing an ounce of fear.

It was an uneven contest. We were encased in titanium with limbs powered by fusion. They were only determined balls of muscular flesh. We man-handled them, tearing off tentacles and throwing the writhing limbs down to steam in the snow. It was a slaughter, but I reminded myself it would have been just as grim if squids had caught and abused our light-troopers.

A dozen of the enemy went down before they got smart. They backed away, spraying concentrated fire at our legs. One machine went down on one knee—it was Carlos. I could see his nameplate. He stopped advancing, but he didn’t fall. He balanced painfully on his knees and used his grenade launchers to great effect. The squids tried to close with him to finish him off, but he stopped every attacker that loped in his direction with a well-aimed grenade in the guts.

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