BEACON #12

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Hey, can you two just fuck already?” asked Lucifera, taking a seat at her desk. “Cuz I hope you didn’t gather us to watch you two flirt, Amalek.”

Sheba’s cheeks turned scarlet, but Amalek rolled past it. “I think it’d be prudent to pool our knowledge now,” he said. “New orders could come down at any time, so we must be prepared.”

“Fine.” Lucifera looked around. “Ehhh… any volunteers to start?”

“I’ll go,” said Tamar, beating her chest a few times. “Landing was rough, but in expected parameters. We quickly regrouped, especially once the second and third waves were in, and began search-and-destroy operations. Enemy armament was limited and they didn’t have any shamans so it was a walk in the park.”

“No surprises at all?”

“Biggest surprise was the lack of surprises. You know how much Romeo loves to fuck us in the ass, but these guys seemed distracted, disoriented.”

“I pity the stupid bastard who tries to fuck your ass, Tamar,” said Sheba playfully. “You’d crush their dick flat between those cheeks.”

Now it was Ruth’s turn to grow red- why her? Tamar just smiled. “Oh, yeah, one other thing. When Zabda, Herod and I were inside the tower, we found something kinda strange. Apparently, Romeo had been fighting someone else before us.”

“How is that strange?” Amalek asked. “These creatures fight and kill one another all the time, for countless reasons. Clashes over territory, succession crises, garnering of prestige, or just good old-fashioned dislike. They probably fight each other more than humans do.”

Tamar nodded. “You’re the expert… but it felt different. Like their backs were really against the wall. I dunno, it shouldn’t matter much- only that we should keep on our toes.” That was all the attention Zabda’s discovery would get, it seemed. “Anything for us, Sheeb? The birds seem in good spirits.”

“Sheba’s already a nickname, I don’t need it shortened- and the birds are perky and raring to go, maybe a little too much. We’ve had a few fistfights and pranks. May want to put together a barbeque or a field day or something to help them turn that energy to something productive.”

“They gotta blow off steam,” agreed Lucifera. “The fighting isn’t the hard part, it’s the waiting between battles. Keep the birds loose and lubed up so we can stick ‘em up Romeo’s ass whenever we please.”

“When I called this meeting, I didn’t expect it to be so anal-focused,” said Amalek. “Speaking of anal, I’d like to hear Ruth’s report.” Tamar scowled at him, but he put up his hands. “Anal as in her attention to detail. That’s what I meant. Detail-oriented.”

“All the same, it’s not appreciated,” said Ruth patiently. “You all sound Academy-fresh, thinking of nothing more than sticking things in your various orifices. Can the officer corps show even a modicum of professionalism?”

“Sorry, mom,” said everyone in the room but Herod and Lucifera.

With a clearing of her throat, Ruth pressed a few buttons on her watch and brought up a hard light display. Every TORCH agent wore a watch, the devices were so ubiquitous that the AEGIS was built to accommodate it. “Numerous AEGIS’s were damaged in the landing. The engineering corps is on double time to get them back in fighting shape, but I ordered my cohort to do whatever they could for their own armor. I encourage you all to do the same.” As she spoke, Ruth gained enthusiasm. Herod had never seen anyone seem so interested in the logistical minutiae of a BEACON legion before. “Food supplies are ample, and if need be we can hopefully forage once we get out of the desert. We still have all our dropships, we’ll likely be flying to our next objective.”

“I wish they’d give us bikes again,” said Tamar. “Man, I love those things.”

“Me too,” said Ruth with a shy smile. “My main concern is the heat. The Gawain’s battery is prone to overheating, especially when the thrusters are overused. I recommend a coolant replacement for any Gawain that’s been in use for more than a year, just to be safe. We happen to already have extra.”

“Happen to?” Lucifera asked.

“I thought ahead and ordered more from the dispensary,” Ruth said coyly. Herod knew Ruth’s type: too passive to take the credit they deserved, but nonetheless the glue that held legions together. 

Everyone seemed to have their place… except Lucifera. The legata felt almost extraneous with four gifted, diverse colonels.

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