BEACON #31

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Ruth, who had moved closer to Tamar, pulled up a hard light screen. “I sent a couple birds to scout out avenues of retreat,” she said. “And it’s not what I wanted to see. The storm that attacked us has migrated southwest, towards the citadels the other legions hold.”

“What?” Lucifera shook her head. “We gotta warn them.”

“Can’t,” said Ruth. “I already tried and that’s jammed too, as is our connection to the fleet. This storm… it’s like a living thing. It knows how we talk to one another across long distances and it’s stopping us.”

Lucifera threw up her hands. “Well, fuck! I guess we’re all screwed!” 

Not necessarily,” said Amalek. “Remember the shape of the citadels. They have strong air defenses, to the point that even our orbital bombardment barely rattled them. I’ve been wondering that this whole time… why did the citadel Neighbors have such weak infantry and yet such stiff air defenses? And now we know.”

Comprehension dawned on Lucifera’s weathered face. “The storm attacked them too. They were hiding in there from it. The dragon riders, the cult- they’re the enemies of the ones we killed yesterday.”

Amalek nodded. “So it seems. But while the legions should be safe if they take cover inside the citadels… they can’t retreat. If the storm is magic, it will simply park itself above them for as long as it takes. Any ship that tries to rescue them will be destroyed. Eventually the citadels will be worn down, and then…”

Silence. “How many legions are on this planet?” Herod asked quietly.

“Fifteen combat legions, including us.” Ruth’s face was pale. “And another ten support legions. 50,000 women.”

“They’ll all die,” said Amalek. “Unless whoever is creating this storm is stopped.”

“AKA we find the shaman and stick our boot down its ass so far that it tastes the metal of our AEGIS’s,” said Tamar with a mean grin.

Lucifera considered this. “You’re probably right, but how can we possibly find them?” she asked. “We can’t access the geolocation grid, and the shaman hasn’t exactly marked itself with a locator.”

“…Haven’t they?” Sheba walked a few steps forwards and pointed into the distance. “Follow the clouds and the answer is clear.”

The skies of Kra-ki-wa had turned a foreboding jet black. They were thickest behind the mesa, before tapering off thinner and thinner in the direction of…

The mountain.

“That’s where the summoner is- and the rest of cult,” said Sheba confidently. “If we can get there, we can kill him.”

The four colonels, one legata, and sole corporal took a moment to wrap their minds around the implications of this. “Well, it was nice knowing you all,” Lucifera said cheerfully. “The 119th had a good run, but now we’re screwed. I’ll tell the girls to prepare their death confessions.”

Herod was inclined to agree. Between the mesa and the mountain was over 100 miles of enemy territory- and as they had no vehicles, they would have to march all the way there on foot. Most of their supplies had been destroyed with the dropships, so they’d have to rely on salvage from the Isaiah and whatever they could forage on an uncharted alien world. 

Untold enemies would outnumber them many times over in every encounter, and even if some of them managed to survive the march, the mountain base was an impenetrable fortification and likely the home of an enormous force. Plus, the enemy could control the weather- who knew what else they had up their sleeves?

It was suicide, plain and simple. And all of the colonels knew it.

Amalek broke the silence. “It’s… risky. And yet, I don’t see any alternatives. We can’t march backwards without getting caught in the storm. And we can’t stay here, they know we’re here and will keep hitting us. Our only hope is to undergo a forced march to the mountain, find the shaman and kill it. As a bonus, the mountain would also make an excellent extraction point once we’ve gotten to the top.”

“So we gotta climb it too,” said Lucifera wearily. “Great. We march in the morning.”

“…That’s it?” asked Ruth disbelievingly. “We’re just going to… do it? Legata, it’s futile. We won’t even make it halfway.”

“Eh. It doesn’t seem that difficult.” Anna materialized between Sheba and Ruth, sending both of them leaping back. God damn it, did she love scaring them like that. “Hey Loose Lucy. I’m tagging along, right?”

Lucifera had geared up to leave, but she turned back around. She looked to have aged five years in the last few minutes. “Yeah.”

“Neat. It’ll be fun, I dunno what you guys are so worried about. We’ll make campfires, sing songs, it’ll be like the old days.” There wasn’t an ounce of worry on Anna’s face. She was either completely insane, fearless, or she knew something they didn’t. Maybe all three. “Oh, don’t worry about accommodating me. I’ll find my own places to sleep.”

“Sure,” Lucifera sighed, and turned to leave. “Sheba, get your girls on salvage. Ruth, set up camp. Amalek, with me. Tamar, I want you to break to the girls what the plan is.”

Tamar nodded. “Sure ma’am. No problem. But, uh, shouldn’t you do it…?”

Lucifera just limped off, Herod and Amalek in tow.

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BEACON #30

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By the time Herod set Anna down on the mesa, the fighting was mostly over. Much like the Neighbors at the citadel, the leaderless dragon riders were brave but disorganized. With strong discipline and expert coordination, the 119th made short work of the enemy.

A few hundred dragon riders managed to escape into the distance. Most did not. The mesa was now dotted with debris from both the BV Isaiah and the decapitated bodies of the flesh-dragons. The legionnaires were bloody and tired from hours of hard fighting, but only a few had fallen.

When it was clear the battle was over, the 119th spread out across the mesa to rebuild. There were massive piles of salvage left over from the Isaiah, plus a camp to set up and wounded and dead to tend to. Most importantly, the battle-weary women desperately needed to rest.

Herod flew overhead until she located Lucifera, who was huddled over another legionnaire. This woman hadn’t fought quite as well: a bolt of burning plasma had taken off her right arm and leg, leaving behind only charred strands of twisted flesh and melted metal. The girl’s breathing was labored and her skin flushed.

“Bad day,” Lucifera sighed, nodding sadly at the landing Herod. “Bad fucking day.”

“Could be worse, ma’am,” Herod replied. “We’re still alive.”

“Mmm.” Lucifera touched her own lips. “That girl on the ground is Centurion Tiglath. I’ve known her for decades. She fought in The Cenotaph War, all the feuds against the Neighbors. Decorated for heroism on Nemesis and Haeton. There are less than a hundred survivors of the original 119th, and she’s one of them. Big fan of, uh… what was it?”

“Candles,” said Zabda, who had Tiglath’s head in her lap, stroking the dying girl’s hair. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. “She made candles in her spare time.”

“Fucking weirdo.” Lucifera laughed hollowly. “So fucking dumb. Fight like a hero for decade upon decade, and then make one little mistake and, whoops, there goes half your body. We dunno what to do with her.”

Herod frowned. “I’m not sure I understand, ma’am.”

“Ordinarily, a girl loses limbs, we send her back to the fleet and they give her prosthetics.” Lucifera pointed to a legionnaire Herod didn’t know who had two metal arms. “But we can’t get to the fleet, now can we?”

They couldn’t. Herod joined the silence that was only interrupted by Tiglath’s heavy breathing. Lucifera finally turned around. “Zabda, do what you can to make her comfortable. We’ll figure it out later.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The four colonels were together in the midst of a hushed but intense argument. Sheba was in Amalek’s face, waving her finger in his face. “Arrogant, reckless little brat!” she snarled. “The fuck were you thinking?”

“That I was the only one here with a plan,” Amalek replied, his gaze steely and unwavering. “A successful plan, mind you.”

“Your ‘successful plan’ left four thousand lizards and their mounts alive. If we didn’t have that demon of a Mater, we’d be the ones strewn dead across this mesa, not Romeo.”

Ruth tried to interject herself between the two of them. “Let’s all cool down,” she said softly. “Amalek did his best, and none of us had a better suggestion. It may well be that there was no tactic that could have won the day.”

Amalek stared at Ruth. “What is that supposed to mean?” he demanded.

“J-just that it was a desperate situation. And your plan, um, it was good- but Sheba’s right, it didn’t… completely work.”

Amalek’s face turned red. “And what did you do that was so useful in this battle, colonel?”

Ruth pursed her lips and looked away nervously. Tamar intervened. “Careful, runt,” she rumbled. “Don’t take your frustration with your own failure out on Ruthy.”

“That’s rich,” Amalek snorted. “Considering your job was to coordinate the offensive, Colonel Tamar. And yet your offensive was only half as effective as you swore it’d be- and that’s my fault?”

“It is your fault!” Sheba shot. “What did you do, exactly? Ruth’s no ace in her armor, but neither are you- hell, you’re the worst in the entire legion.”

“This legion has two thousand meatheads, it needs at least one person to do some thinking,” Amalek growled. “That’s fine- but what I find odious are stupid people who’ve tricked themselves into thinking they’re smart like you, Sheba.”

“Hey,” said Lucifera exhaustedly. “Can you four chill the hell out?”

The four colonels looked at the boss and bowed their heads in apology. “Sorry ma’am,” said Tamar. “We’re just, uh, stressed. Got some bad news.”

Lucifera cocked an eyebrow. “Go on.”

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BEACON #27

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A pair of dragon riders got behind Herod, boxing her in. She fired rockets behind her, but they went wide. With a grunt, Herod deactivated her thruster, hanging in the air for a moment before falling.

The dragons dove after her, getting closer… and closer… and closer… until Herod reactivated her booster and zipped upwards. The dragons were moving so fast they couldn’t turn. Her sword met the left dragon’s neck and she lopped its head off. The second snapped at her, so she turned 90 degrees and ran her blade along its side, leaving a deep gash along the side.

The second dragon would recover, but not instantly. Herod ignored it, instead rocketing upwards as fast as she could towards a red target. The rider was locked in battle with another legionnaire- untiil she flew straight into a bolt of plasma. The bird was killed instantly, the superheated goo eating through her armor and liquefying her flesh.

Snarling, Herod surmounted the dragon and jabbed her sword deep into the rider’s back. The Neighbor gasped and convulsed, then went still. She followed up by beheading the dragon from behind.

The pnuematic blade was sharp enough to cut through whatever you wanted it to cut, but each attack sent shockwaves through her arm. Her already-injured arm was bothering her more with every swing. 

Nevertheless she fought on. She killed two more riders before spotting a unique rider at the center of the swarm. He wore dark robes and his flesh dragon was larger than the others, covered in elaborate ritualistic markings. A sheer mass of flesh served as an impenetrable barrier around him, hundreds of other riders flying in circles to protect him.

That had to be the leader. Herod considered risking an attack. If it worked she’d save the legion, and if it failed nothing of value would be lost. Before she could make a decision, her intercom lit up. “Good work,” Amalek’s calm voice said in her ear. “All legionnaires retreat and prepare for stage two.” Veteran birds had expected this announcement and were already at the peripheries of the sky battle. Herod was a talented amateur- she was right in the thick of it.

She ducked and weaved around draconic attacks and bolts of plasma. Others fell around her: a legionnaire got her leg seared off by a plasma bolt. Another got her flight module bitten off and she helplessly plunged to the ground. A third took plasma to the stomach and had enough time to scream in agony before she was incinerated.

Herod made her way out, and fired a few rockets to cover the escapees behind her. The dragon riders were coming after them in force, thousands of them. She and the others hadn’t put even a dent in their numbers.

But of the three hundred that Amalek had painted red, less than a hundred remained. They had done what they were sent to do. Now it was up to the might of the 119th proper.

Herod flew down as quickly as she could, dragon riders in hot pursuit. The Gawain was faster than the flyers, but only just. They glided into the caverns, the dragons in hot pursuit.

The tunnels were only large enough for dragons to comfortably enter in ones or twos. The enemy’s order of battle had grown fragile, the riders frenzied by the loss of their leaders. The disturbingly human cries of the monsters reverberated off the walls. The tunnels began to diverge into dozens of different passageways, and the legionnaires took whichever they could reach. Herod took the third from the left, flying over a line on the ground that only existed in her display.

The line was there to tell them where the trap was.

BEACON war camps were protected with perimeter grids. Anyone without the proper biometric signature would trigger an alarm. The grids could even deploy walls of hard light to trap intruders.

The moment a dragon flew over the line, a hardlight wall appeared instantaneously and vertically bisected it. The other riders slammed into the wall, dragons piling atop one another in a horrific twisting mass of flesh. Riders were crushed under the weight of their own mounts. The order that the enemy enjoyed disintegrated in a flash. Herod landed next to Lucifera, who was waiting at the base of the tunnel. “The trap is sprung, ma’am,” she said.

“Good,” replied Lucifera. “All units, attack!”

And like lightning, the 119th struck.

They had been camped out in the antechamber with all the carvings, waiting for the order to deploy. The hard light walls went down, and within an instant a barrage of rockets hit the massed flyers. Smoke and rubble rained down, as did chunks of the blown-apart bodies of flesh-dragons and Romeo riders.

The rockets stopped, and within an instant were followed with expanding rounds from Tamar and her Beowulfs. The high-speed bolts tore holes in the enemy like knives through sponge.

The riders had rushed into the caverns in great numbers, and again that worked against them in the enclosed space of the tunnels. There had crowded themselves out of a retreat, and the only direction they could possibly advance was towards certain death. Hundreds upon hundreds of riders were killed within seconds.

Amalek had deduced it. The ones he painted red were the ones with clipped ears, the leaders of the cult. Without these representatives of their living god present, the rest of the riders were little more than a frothing rabble.

Thousands of dragons and as many riders were turned to paste against the full force of the 119th’s weaponry. Herod kept close to Lucifera, who watched the scene intently from behind her expressionless helmet.

At last, there was a cry of “Cease fire!” and the cacophony ended. The smoke cleared to reveal that the tunnels were positively smothered in gore. There were no enemies left to shoot.

All this at the cost of a couple dozen legionnaires. “I’m running simulations now,” Amalek said through the comms thoughtfully. “The numbers show that we killed… between 4 and 5,000 riders. That means there are still thousands more outside.”

“But they can’t be more than a disorganized riffraff at this point,” said Sheba. “We ought to be able to clean them up without issue.”

“Not necessarily. We didn’t get the commander. They’ll soon reorganize and attack again- and this time they won’t fall for the same trick.” Amalek snarled in frustration. “Damn it. Damn it!”

“How did so many escape?” Lucifera grunted.

“It seemed most that followed us into the tunnel died- but a large contingent didn’t.” Amalek sighed. “I need to think of a new solution and quickly. They’ll hit us again within an hour.”

“I don’t see the big deal,” said Sheba. “We’re dug in and ready to be hit again, aren’t we? We’ll just-“

She didn’t get to finish her sentence, as a rumbling interrupted her. Then another. Then a third. “What the hell is going on?” Sheba demanded.

“They’re shelling us,” Amalek said hushedly as pebbles fell from the ceiling and clouds of dust were kicked up. “Dropping huge heaps of plasma on top of the caverns. In a few minutes they’ll begin to crumble, and then collapse, and then we’ll be trapped down here.”

“With no way out except directly into them,” added Ruth. “Fiendishly clever… if they can’t pull us out then they’ll make these caverns our tomb.”

“Then what do we do?” asked Lucifera. “Opening the door to suggestions.”

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BEACON #25

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The 119th made themselves busy in the tunnels: they built fortifications out of loose stone, repaired damage to their AEGIS’, swapped armaments, treated their wounds. Bit by bit, the shock of the Isaiah‘s destruction faded and a sense of normalcy was cobbled together.

But if what Anna said was right then they were already dead, and all of these preparations were meaningless. And yet it felt right: simple mechanical tasks created order in their surroundings, and that brought order back to their minds.

The colonels were all still shaken, though. Ruth especially was ghastly pale, and Tamar comforted her with a pair of big hands on the little colonel’s shoulders. Sheba tried to laugh and joke with one of her legionnaires, but it came off as hollow. Amalek stared at the ground with his hand on his lips, his eyes lost in thought.

Anna was the only person totally unaffected by the horror. Fail-Not was at her side, writing something on a holographic keyboard displaying from her watch. “Eat something,” the Verbena said- although it sounded like an order. “You’ve gone without for too long, you’ll begin to get fatigued.”

“After the meeting,” Anna said, stretching her back like a cat.

“No, now. Otherwise your insulin will dip.” Fail-Not handed Anna an energy bar. “Fatigue and hunger reduce combat efficacy.”

With a roll of her eye, Anna took a bite. “Ugh. So chewy.”

Lucifera cleared her throat. “I want to start the meeting. Um. Joining us for now is the honorable Mater Sicario, Anna Rahok.”

“Hi.” Anna’s mouth was full of energy bar. “I doubt I’ll say much. Just act like I wasn’t here.”

“Well first, I’d like to pose a question,” said Sheba, running her hand through her yellow-green hair. “Namely, what in the love of sweet, merciful, ever-loving fuck just happened?”

Tamar’s face was a mask. “I’d like to know that too, but I get the feeling it’s not something we can just… figure out.”

Lucifera nodded faintly. “Decades and decades of campaign experience. I’ve never once seen the sky come to life to destroy a ship. It’s either magic or some type of superweapon. Being that these are Romeos, I’d wager the former.”

“Romeo can do some tricks, legata, but nothing like that.” Sheba shivered. “Their shamans are all about tinkering with biology, yeah? So was that cloud alive?”

“It looked like water vapor to me,” whispered Ruth, resting her head against Tamar’s armored shoulder. “It moved like it was alive but I’d wager it was being, um, controlled by a shaman.”

Ruth cleared her throat. All the color was gone from her face and her eyes wavered, but at least she kept her voice calm. “I estimated 100 dead and almost twice that wounded,” she said quietly. “The dead including one centurion- mine, Orpah- and four captains. Oh… and that LUX xenopologist. Chryse. She didn’t make it.”

Chryse…  Herod had only met her briefly and knew nothing about her, but there was something admirable about her. Chryse smoldered with passion when she talked about the Neighbors, she lost herself in the love of her study. How nice it must be to choose a destiny and then become that destiny.

Herod shook her head. Strange thoughts. She needed to focus. 

“You’re being uncharacteristically quiet,” Lucifera said with a glance at Amalek.

“Yeah.” Amalek didn’t look up. “Just thinking… the how isn’t important for now. It happened.”

Tamar nodded. “Little fellow’s got the right of it. The much bigger concern are those riders. If they hit us again, we might not come out on top.”

“Then we retreat,” said Sheba. “Get the birds together and make a dash back to the citadel. We may not have dropships, but we do have our jetpacks-”

“Not all of us,” said Tamar sharply. “It won’t work, unfortunately. The rainstorm has moved to behind the mesa. It’s huge, it’s heavy. The dropships might have stood a chance, but without them? We’d be like leaves in a hurricane- and that’s if the sky doesn’t decide to just kill us.”

Lucifera nodded grimly. “No aerial movement,” she said. “No guarantee that whatever destroyed the Isaiah doesn’t destroy us too. If we change locations, we do it by foot- and we can’t do that with dragons at our backs.”

“Can we request additional air support?” Ruth asked. “Wrath of God was highly effective the first time…”

“Not with the clouds deflecting our disruptor lasers,” Amalek sighed. “Legata, any luck contacting the fleet?”

“Nope. The storm is blocking the signal- which is nonsense, by the by. Those clouds are like a shell around us. I wouldn’t be surprised if the fleet launched a kinetic rod and the clouds bounced it right back.” Lucifera’s voice dripped with disdain for the fleet- even now, the rivalry between BEACON‘s two main branches shone through. “Knowing them, they’re in complete disarray. Fleet does the flying, they expect us to do the dying. We shouldn’t rely on them to help.”

Sheba groaned like she had been stabbed in the guts. “So to sum up. We can’t fly away. We can’t get help. We can’t wait it out. What does that leave us?”

Silence overtook the leadership of the 119th Lightning Legion. Herod looked around confusedly. “How is that a hard question?” she asked. “We fight.”

Tamar pounded her fist into her palm. “Yes! I love your guts!”

“Guts alone will get us killed, colonel.” Amalek removed his hand from his chin and smiled. “We need brains instead. Fortunately, I have a plan.”

Sheba rolled her eyes, Anna smiled with all her teeth. Everyone else looked at Amalek expectantly, and he began to speak. “This whole time, I’ve been thinking about why the riders’ ambush did so much damage to us. Ordinarily, Neighbors fight with great autonomy. They have little loyalty to their comrades which is a strength and a weakness- you can’t beat them by killing their commander, but you also don’t have to worry about them using complex multilateral tactics against you.”

Amalek paused to hear objections, and continued when there were none. “But these riders struck as one. That level of moment-to-moment organization is unprecedented for the Neighbors. In effect, they fought like a BEACON legion. And what allows a BEACON legion to fight so effectively?”

“A chain of command,” said Ruth. “A legata to make decisions for the entire legion, but she delegates to her colonels, who delegate to their centurions, who delegate to their captains, who delegate to their sergeants, who delegate to their corporals and privates.”

“And at the top of any chain of command is a commander.” Amalek shone his flashlight up at one of the engravings that Chryse had pointed out: the one of the Neighbors worshipping a robed figure at the altar. “Somewhere in that force is that commander. Kill him, and I’ll bet you that their formation will crumble instantly.”

“How do you know the airstrike or the battle didn’t already kill him?” Sheba asked.

“You saw their retreat, didn’t you? Orderly, fast, purposeful. Not the panicked flight of soldiers in disarray. A tactical maneuver.” Amalek smiled. “I want to turn those same tactics against them. Here’s how we’re going to do it.”

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BEACON #23

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“Tamar, what in the name of fuck is going on?” Lucifera asked as she and Herod descended.

“I don’t know, legata! We were on guard and then they just… appeared! Came from the skies like they had popped into existence- none of our sensors picked up on them until they were on top of us.” Tamar had still managed to down several flesh-dragons, their bodies lying around her. Her armor was soaked in sticky blue blood. “The rain is so heavy that the dropships can’t ascend quickly. We’ll be sitting ducks in the air and they can hit us again.”

Amalek landed next to them. “Then we need to evacuate,” he said quickly. “We have wounded too- Zabda and the rest of the medics are doing what they can but… it isn’t enough. We need a ship’s medical suite.” He turned to Lucifera. “Legata, I suggest we request immediate extraction. We aren’t prepared for combat this heavy.”

Lucifera paused, then nodded. “Fleet Command, this is Legata Lucifera Humol, 119th Legion,” she said into her headset. “We just came under heavy attack and suffered significant casualties. Heavy rain is impeding a retreat and multiple dropships were lost. Requesting immediate evacuation from our position, over.”

“Copy that legata. Patching your request through… request granted. Pick-up will arrive in T-minus nine minutes. Over and out.”

Lucifera switched to the colonel frequency. “Amalek set up a perimeter, I want to know if we’re about to get hit again,” she ordered. “Ruth, get me a count of the wounded and dead, get the former to Zabda and load the latter into a dropship. Tamar, find the Mater Sicario and tell her what we’re doing. Sheba, your girls are on clean-up duty- finish off any enemy wounded.”

While everyone got to work, Herod did the only useful thing she could: prepare for the next battle. She walked over to one of the flesh-dragons. The head and neck almost resembled a viper, a huge-mouthed pit snake with rows of gleaming teeth. Its body was lumpy and shapeless, with almost bat-like wings and a long, coiling tail. It was the color of vomit. Its flesh was so spongy that most of the rain that hit it bounced right off.

Amalek walked over to the dragon and ran a mailed finger along its slashed-open head. “This is… not a natural lifeform,” he muttered. “This is a result of Neighbors’ genetic engineering. The flesh is malleable and has a great deal of give to it… and it regenerates when damaged.”

“I killed one from point-blank with a rocket,” Herod offered.

“Mmm. Looks like Tamar took this one out with a high velocity spike to the dome.” Amalek peered inside the split skull. “But the head is small and constantly moving, not an easy shot even with a guidance system. Most lack the skill for either of those methods, there has to be an easier way…”

While Amalek pondered, Herod jogged away to meet back up with Lucifera. The legata was talking to Ruth, who had taken a minor wound to her left shoulder. “68 dead,” the colonel said, clutching her arm. “Another 117 severely injured, and hundreds more with minor wounds. This was a devastating attack, legata. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the enemy strike with such speed and coordination. It was like they were expecting us to land here.”

“Let’s not worry about that now,” Lucifera replied. “How are the wounded doing?”

“Zabda has it in hand, and I have as many birds as I can spare helping them… legata, what if they come back?” Ruth swallowed dryly.

Lucifera shook her head. “Whatever happens, we have got a mighty fleet and they have not. They show their faces again and I’ll paint them with another Wrath of God.”

“The weather is getting worse though,” said Ruth. “Soon the clouds will be impenetrable… what’s happening? Things don’t go like this normally.”

“Relax. Look, there’s our ride.” Lucifera pointed up. Sure enough, a massive BEACON frigate hovered overhead. It was the BV Isaiah: 2,000 feet long and shaped like a sunflower seed, large enough to easily carry five legions. The ship bristled with weaponry: mighty cannons that could fracture a planet’s crust, a battery of laser weaponry to reduce any number of small craft to atoms, and long-range precision artillery to take out pinpoint targets on the surface. It and ships like it had spent days pounding everything that even vaguely resembled a military position on Kra-Ki-Wa into mist, until all that remained were a few straggler positions that small unit tactics were better-suited to neutralizing.

It was the 119th’s home, the ship from which they had deployed for decades. The interior contained not only battle stations but also comfortable lodgings for its thousands of passengers, including a spa and three swimming pools.

The Isaiah slowly descended on the mesa, and through the rain a cheer went up. Of course it was heartening to see the true might of BEACON, one of its jaw-droppingly expensive and cataclysmically powerful capital ships. No number of reptilian savages would ever be a match for it.

The clouds intensified as the ship descended, though. Slowly, the Azariah was ensconced in dark clouds… odd. It had gone from clearly visible through the rain to nearly impossible to spot.

It seemed impossible, and yet it was happening right before their eyes. The heavy dark clouds coiled around the Isaiah, shrouding the ship in a shifting, billowing mass. The clouds pulsed and coiled almost sensually, moving like flesh, like they were alive.

White flames hissed from the bottom as the Isaiah shifted to a strong upward thrust- it was trying to escape. But no luck, the clouds surrounded the thrusters and…

And broke them right off.

Chunks of debris fell from the Isaiah and slammed into the ground a half-mile below, shaking the mesa. Several girls covered their mouths in horror. “W-what’s happening?” someone asked over the global channel. Nobody answered her.

The clouds had now completely engulfed the Isaiah, to the point that no part of the ship was in view. Horrific cracks and crunches sounded, and more pieces of debris slipped through the mass.

The bloated black cloud then began to lazily drift, leaking pieces of ship behind it. It was moving… towards the mesa. 

Towards the 119th Legion.

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BEACON #17

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“Loose Lucy!” Anna exclaimed happily. “Man, it’s been years, hasn’t it? When was the last time we met?”

“Gabros-1, I think. A quarter-century ago.” Lucifera paused. “I’m a bit surprised you remember me.”

“You kidding? I never forget a face- especially not a cute one like yours.” She glanced at Ruth. “You were there too, but I don’t remember your name.”

“Colonel R-ruth Lakham.” All the color had drained out of her face. “I-it’s an honor, Mater.”

“Just Anna, please. I mean, you technically outrank me.” Anna winked… or maybe she blinked. It was hard to tell as she only had the one eye. “And lastly would be… you.”

Herod met Anna’s curious gaze. “Corporal Herod Makkaba,” she said. “I’m the colonel’s personal protection detail. Pleased to meet you, Mater.”

“Interesting.” Anna scratched her nose. “Well, I’m the Mater Sicario, but you can call me Anna too.”

The Mater Sicario… the amount of stories about her were staggering and generally hard to believe. She didn’t seem stuck-up like Berenice, but the friendliness was somehow worse. “It’s an honor,” Herod said automatically. “That’s the Isis AEGIS, isn’t it? That’s how you turn invisible?”

“Colonel!” Ruth hissed. “M-Mater, please forgive her impudence. She’s very new to the legion, she doesn’t know-”

“Ruthy baby, chill your tits.” Anna flapped her hand. Ruth shut up instantly. “I’m as far removed from that sort of thing as I can. And you got it in one, Herod.” Anna did a little pivot, showing off how the catsuit hugged her whip-handle-lean thighs. “AEGIS Mark XVII. Isis. It doesn’t have all the weapons from the Gawain, and barely any armor, and it can’t fly. But it has some fun tricks.”

The Isis AEGIS was worn mostly by BEACON_Unorthodox, who handled guerrilla, counterrevolutionary, sabotage, and other black operations. Herod had never tried it on herself. It didn’t fit her problem-solving style. “Are you the VIP that we’ve been sent to guard, Mater?” Herod asked, keeping her voice polite.

“I said to just call me Anna. And yeah, that’s me! Well, one of three. But the other two are kinda my groupies.” Anna pointed at the ground. “They’re down below right now.”

Lucifera cocked an eyebrow. “In the tunnels? Mater Si-”

Anna.” There was some firmness behind it that time.

“…Anna, what are you doing on this planet? It’s… well.” Lucifera hesitated. “Kra-ki-wa isn’t exactly the shining center of TORCH space. About as far removed from that as you can get..”

“Well, that’s the great thing about being a Mater. I can do pretty much whatever I like. So I thought this would be a nice place to go, and now I’m here.” Anna showed her teeth. “Don’t worry your pretty green head about it too much, Loose Lucy. You know me- I can take care of myself.”

“Then why do you need an entire legion as an escort?” asked Herod.

Anna turned her attentions back to her. Herod finally realized what was so disturbing about the way she moved… it was clipped. Most people would turn their entire upper body to face her, but all Anna did was move her head a few degrees to the right. “Great question. I don’t know. Is that why you guys are here?”

Herod stared. “You’re telling me you didn’t requisition our support, Ma- Anna?”

Without a word, Anna turned invisible once more. Her body shimmered momentarily before vanishing from sight.

“Anna! Shit.” Lucifera pinched the bridge of her nose. “Why did it have to be her? Ruth, tell Amalek, Sheba, and Tamar that the VIP is the Mater Sicario.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” said Ruth. “B-but I want to say… I’m not comfortable with this. We aren’t bodyguards… and it’s the Mater Sicario. You know her reputation.”

“The operative word is Mater. As in, we do what she says.” Lucifera grunted. “Anna’s not how some people think she is, but you’re right to be wary. Just… give her space and do as she asks. If it seems really sketchy, come to me. Tell the other colonels the same. Capem?”

“…Capem, legata.” Ruth staggered away.

Lucifera limped towards the tunnels, favoring her left leg more than she had before. “Ruth seemed intimidated,” said Herod, keeping her voice neutral. “But you weren’t, legata. Do you and the Mater have some history?”

“Nothing so fanciful.” Lucifera smiled wistfully. “She and I go way back. All we old biddies have been around for such a long time that our paths have crossed once or twice. Anna… well, there’s not many people like her in this galaxy. Maybe she’s the only one. Hope so- one of her is enough.”

“Are, err, the stories true about her, ma’am?” Herod dropped her voice to a hush. “Did she really kill 200 Neighbors death commandos in an evening without any weapons?”

“Ask her that one. I do have it on good authority that the one about her standing still for seventy hours straight is true. Let me put it like this: a Mater is the best, the absolute best, at whatever her little niche is. For example, Berenice is the Mater Bellum because she’s bar none the best soldier in TORCH- a lot of people might hate her, but nobody knows how to fight a war like she can.”

“And Anna is the Mater Sicario,” said Herod. “The Mother of Assassins.”

“So she’s the best professional murderer in TORCH. Try to stay on her good side.” Lucifera picked up the pace. “C’mon. I don’t like tunnels so I don’t want to spend any more time in there than I have to.”

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BEACON #16

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The dropships skimmed through the crisp orange-grey sky in silence. The citadel became tiny in the distance as the clouds finally made good on their threats of rain with a light drizzle. The raindrops pattered against the dropship, bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu.

Herod was back in the same dropship she landed in, this time without her armor. She looked around Platoon Miriam and found it full of new faces. Miriam’s command had suffered heavier losses than any other platoon in the 119th, so reservists had been called down from the capital ships orbiting Kra-ki-wa to replace them. Fresh-faced hatchlings, round-cheeked and bright-eyed, lacking the hardness or the frailty of women that were lost in the landing.

“It’s bullshit,” Miriam complained, her cheekbones jutting in frustration. The bags under her eyes were deep- she hadn’t slept much. Mourning her lost subordinates, no doubt. “I have you for one mission and now you’re being transferred away from me.”

Herod bowed her head in apology. “I’m sorry, captain,” she said. Part of the issue with her lack of inflection was that it was impossible for others to tell when she was sincere. “I know that it’s been difficult for you.”

Miriam scoffed. “Please birdy. This doesn’t faze me. I was on the front lines at Ambys- part of CHAMP’s brilliant idea.”

“CHAMP?”

“Amalek. It’s his code-name.” Miriam wrinkled her nose wryly. “Short for ‘Colonel Has Another Master Plan.’ Our last field deployment was on Ambys. You heard about it?” Herod shook her head. “Well, it turned into a real shitshow. We took it at heavy losses… it was a Neighbors colony, not far from here. Romeo went underground and organized a resistance, so we were sent in as additional muscle to pull them out by the root.”

As she spoke, Miriam’s tough exterior softened and her shoulders slumped. She carried a heavy burden… and the weight had just hit her. “It was chaos. They cut our formation in two and nearly had us surrounded. Hundreds died. Colonel Sheba lost her right arm. We made it out… but the legion’s not been the same since.”

“And you blame Colonel Amalek for this, ma’am?” Herod asked.

“It was his fucking plan to split the legion in half. Stupid.” Miriam grunted, once more donning her invisible armor. “You watch out for that one, Herod. You never know what he’s thinking behind those beady little insect eyes of his.”

Herod glanced through the shuttered window and found that the mesa was clearly in view. It was huge: you could build a small town atop the flat top. “I’ll be transferred away from your platoon when we land, ma’am,” she said. She’d be instead riding alongside Lucifera in a smaller, heavily-armored dropship. “I don’t know when we’ll next speak, captain.”

“You’re moving up in the world, huh?” Miriam smirked. “Keep your head down. You’re too damn tall, you’ll catch a bolt to the face if you don’t crouch.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The dropships circled the mesa and set down one by one. Herod disembarked and headed over to the cargo bay, then pulled out her AEGIS. For storage purposes, the armor took the shape of a smooth chrome ball. The moment Herod touched it, it activated. The ball melted into a liquid metal that snaked up her arms, encased her body, and solidified in moments. To keep her hair from getting wet, Herod deployed her helmet too.

Lucifera was a short ways away, talking to Ruth. “-side of the mesa is narrow tunnels,” the lithe colonel said. “Far too narrow for the entire legion to fit through, especially our birds in Beowulfs. I recommend most of the legion remain topside.”

“Capem,” said Lucifera distractedly. “What do the scanners say about the weather? Oh, hey Herod.”

“Hello legata,” said Herod with a curtsy. “Hello colonel.”

Ruth nodded, then projected a meteorological readout from her watch. “Fleet says that rain will continue at a light drizzle,” she said. “I’ll set up tents to keep our feathers dry. Should we have the dropships circle too?”

“No need,” said Lucifera. “Readouts are clear, no Romeos in miles. Refueling will be tough, I bet. Just have the girls on standby, get Tamar to set up a perimeter.”

Ruth nodded. “Yes ma’am. Who will head down into the tunnels?”

“Me, Amalek, Sheba, and half of their cohorts. 500 birds. I dunno who these MVPs are… I don’t want them to think I’m trying to snub ’em.”

“Five hundred sounds like a good number,” said absolutely nobody. “But just your beautiful face is enough to keep me happy.”

Ruth shrieked and fell to the ground. Lucifera started, whipping around to point her wrist-mounted laser at… nothing. Herod deployed her blade and asserted herself in front of the colonel, ready to fight.

But there was no one there. “The hell…?” Herod murmured.

A smile appeared in the air, then a sharp chin, thin lips, an angular nose, long cheeks, a big forehead… buzzed red hair less than an inch long, and a single almond-colored, heavy-lidded, sleepy eye. The left eye was covered by a circular eyepatch.

Like an object rendering in a simulation, the woman appeared bit by bit. She was tall and willowy, all slinky angles. Her armor was a tight catsuit free of any sort of decoration or insignia… it was an AEGIS, the Mark XVII Isis. Her smile was genial and her posture relaxed, and yet there was something about her. Something that made Herod’s skin crawl.

“Spooked ya, didn’t I?” the stranger asked with a wide grin. “I’m sorry, I really am. I couldn’t resist trying to make you jump.” She looked at Ruth. “Hey sweets, sorry about that. You okay? You look like you just got an assful of dirt.”

Ruth stood up in a hurry, dusting herself off. She scowled at the sinuous woman who had just materialized in front of them. “I-I’m fine,” she said, her cheeks pink.

Lucifera sighed, a rueful smile creeping onto the sides of her mouth. “Hello Anna.”

Anna? Anna Rahok? The name alone sent chills down Herod’s spine. There wasn’t a woman in all of TORCH who didn’t know the name. The Mater Sicario. The Mother of Assassins.

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BEACON #15

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The tent was dead silent again after Tamar’s speech. Ruth especially stared at Tamar with concern and confusion. “Why is she tolerated then?” Herod asked, knowing the answer. “If you all hate and fear her so much?”

“She’s earned her stripes,” Lucifera replied. “Berenice is… dangerous, sure. But she’s fucking effective. The 1st is BEACON’s most elite legion, we could be here all day listing what they’ve accomplished. Ever heard of the Nibiru Campaign? The Blue Sands War? Hell, how about the Scourging of Gabros-1?”

“No, no, and no,” said Herod, feeling a bit stupid. “Sorry ma’am. I am not knowledgeable on BEACON‘s history.”

Ruth sighed heavily, Sheba gave Herod a wincing look, and Amalek stared at her with something like interest. Tamar was the only one who didn’t seem upset by what she had said. “Basically, she’s the second-scariest woman in all of BEACON. There’s a reason why the 1st are called The Bitches- and why Berenice is the ‘Head Bitch in Charge’. I guess picture a legion of two thousand mes, all of which are completely without mercy or compassion, and you’d be on the right track. But our big-brained colonel here saw fit to piss her off.”

“I’m not going to live in fear of her,” Amalek snapped. “The 119th are a damn fine legion, and yet all of you act like whipped schoolgirls at the sight of Berenice. It’s embarrassing.”

“What good does it do to piss her off?” Sheba asked, having regained her powers of speech. “Now she’s mad, wonderful- we still have to do what she says. You don’t refuse a Mater.”

“Glad we didn’t unpack too much,” Lucifera grumbled. “Tell the birds to get ready to leave. We’re marching. Dismissed!”

Tamar, Ruth and Sheba filed out of the command tent, but Amalek stayed behind. “Herod,” he said. “A word?”

“You stealing my bodyguard?” Lucifera asked wearily. “I know what you’re gonna say. You can say it in front of me.”

“All right.” Amalek frowned at Herod, as though there was some crucial bit of information he was trying to pick up on but hadn’t quite understood. “Did the Mater Bellum have anything to do with your appointment to the 119th?”

“No comment, colonel,” said Herod simply.

“… Do your loyalties lie elsewhere than to myself and Legata Lucifera?”

“Yes ma’am,” said Herod. “My loyalties lie firstly with the oaths I took as an agent of TORCH, then the additional oaths I took as a soldier and legionnaire of BEACON. After that, I am loyal to Marshal Grace Diakon, the supreme commander of BEACON. After her, I am loyal to Strategos Yehoshua, then Princepa First Class Sethur, then Princepa Second Class Zilpah, then Princepa Third Class Serah. Then Legata Lucifera, then you, colonel. After you, I have loyalty to Centurion Haman, Captain Miriam, and whoever my sergeant is, in that order. Finally, I have loyalty to myself, my personal judgment and my own standards of duty and honor.”

Lucifera once again ducked her head under the desk to poorly suppress laughter. “And here I thought cyborgs were against the law,” she snickered. “Herod, you are a gas, you know that?”

“Thank you no, legata. I have some bubbles of gas in me, but mostly I’m liquid in a solid vessel.” Herod kept her voice perfectly even. That was actually a joke, but she doubted either of them would appreciate her sense of humor.

Amalek certainly didn’t. “Are you spying on the 119th for anyone?” he demanded.

“No, colonel. Although if I were a spy, I would not admit it to you, so it seems a pointless question to ask.”

Amalek grunted. “Wise-ass. This must be how it feels to talk to me.”

Herod had enough of this conversation. “Colonel, do you intend to keep asking me about the past in the hopes of slowly gleaning information about where I was and what I was doing before I joined the 119th?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Amalek asked sweetly.

“Ma’am, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that it’s irrelevant. I have only one skill: fighting. I have no secret orders or agenda. I am not reporting to anyone outside of the usual chain of command. There’s no profit for either of us if you keep trying to press me.”

“Is that a threat, private?”

“No, ma’am. I am just here to do my job to the best of my abilities. It will be easier for me to do that if you trust me.” She looked at Lucifera, who was staring at her absently. “Permission to disassemble the tent, legata?”

“Granted.”

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BEACON #14

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A miniaturized hardlight version of Berenice appeared on Lucifera’s wrist. The Mater Bellum was a large woman, although far more sleek and compact than the bulky Tamar. She wore a jet black Gawain AEGIS decorated with a snarling hound. The scarring on her face was intense: chunks missing from her right cheek, a long and deep wound bisecting the left, the tip of her nose slashed off, several smaller scars along her forehead, chin and the sides of her head. Her cropped hair was jet black and her lips were painted red. His small eyes glimmered with a seething hatred.

“119th,” she rasped, her voice rough and deep. “I got a little job for ya. Kinda unorthodox.”

“Of course, Mater,” said Lucifera obediently. “What do you need done?”

“Hmph. It’s not mine, it comes from higher up. They wanted me to do it, but my 1st Legion isn’t even on Kra-ki-wa… and is busy with their own assignment. I figured you guys would make for a passable substitute.”

“Well, we’d love to help,” said Lucifera nervously. “But we’re awaiting orders too. Any minute, command is gonna ask us to advance-”

“Don’t worry. I already talked to Sethur about it.” Sethur was the Princepa First Class, one of the most powerful people in BEACON and three steps above Lucifera- which meant she grotesquely outranked Berenice. But Berenice was a Mater and Sethur was not and that made all the difference. “There’s a mesa northeast of your position. You’re going to be scouting ahead to make sure it’s safe for the main force to advance.”

Lucifera relaxed. “Oh, is that all?”

“Mostly. There’s a twist: a few VIPs are already at that mesa. You’re going to link up with ‘em.” Whoever the VIPs were, Berenice didn’t seem overly fond of them. Then again, she didn’t seem fond of anything.

“Wait, how can there already be TORCH agents there?” asked Amalek with a frown. “I thought we were the first ones to land on this planet.”

Berenice turned her attentions to him. “Who the hell is speaking?”

“Colonel Amalek Kavod,” he replied with faux-deference. “119th Legion. Tell me, Mater, how did these ‘VIPs’ manage to beat us forward legions?”

“That’s on a need-to-know basis, shrimpy. And you don’t need to know.”

Amalek smiled. “At the moment, I’m a lot taller than you are, Mater.”

Berenice smiled back, showing off rows of sharp teeth. She reminded Herod of a wolf in the midst of a debate whether or not to tear some poor deer’s throat out. “Mouthy type, aintcha?”

“Just curious. For that matter… on what authority do you command us to do your work for you?” Amalek asked. “You’re a legata, meaning you only command a single legion- not us.”

Amalek!” Lucifera hissed. “The Mater isn’t commanding us, she’s asking us politely- and we’re saying yes. End of discussion.”

Matres were above the law and outside the chain of command. Most BEACON girls went their entire lives without interacting with one, so it didn’t matter much… but every so often, one of them would butt in with a “special request”. Even Herod knew that they were never good news.

Berenice stared Amalek in the eye. “I’ll remember your face and your name,” she said softly. “And I’ve got a long memory.”

“Good,” said Amalek, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “They’re a name and face worth remembering. If you wouldn’t mind, Mater, we’re in the midst of a strategic meeting- and you yourself said that you’re dreadfully busy.”

Berenice let out a low, husky laugh, then dropped the call. The instant it was over, Tamar slapped Amalek in the back of the head. “Ow!” he yelped, clutching the point of impact.

“The hell is wrong with you?!” Tamar snapped. Her face was white. “That wasn’t some Chantico bureaucrat or washed-up old-timer. That was Berenice Makkaba, the Head Bitch in Charge!”

“Why are you all so afraid of her?” Herod asked. Sheba panted lightly while all the color had left Ruth’s face. Only Lucifera looked to have her wits about her. “Isn’t the Mater a hero?”

Tamar barked a laugh. “She’s a psycho is what she is. You don’t understand. We’re all killers, aye, but we have our dignity. War is my job- and I enjoy what I do most days. Sometimes, with the adrenaline racing and the hair on my arms stiff, my mind clear and my body weightless, I even love it. But Berenice is in love with war. She buries herself in the killing and the dying, she breathes deeply of the corpse stench. BEACON puts an enemy in front of her and she shares her passion with it- and anything Berenice touches withers and dies.” Tamar shivers. “There’s a lot of scary people in BEACON. Maybe I’m one of them. But I don’t even think Berenice is people. I don’t know what she is.”

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BEACON #13

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“The last thing I’d like to mention is that I’ve noticed some friction between the hatchlings and the older birds,” said Ruth. “BEACON_Command saw fit to fill almost every slot opened on Ambys with a textbook-fresh Academy grunt, and their attitudes have led to some complaints.”

All the eyes in the room went to Herod, who shrugged. “What kind of complaints?” Lucifera asked slowly.

“Not their battle prowess, they all fight well- I had the opportunity to discuss training with some of the women at the Proving Ground as of late, and the new curriculum has been turning in splendid results.” Ruth sniffed. “The issue is more in the vein of disrespect, haughtiness, ears closed and mouths open. A few were heard making remarks about the Mater Protectoris that upset some of the older birds- myself included, in the interest of full disclosure.”

Grace, the Mater Protectoris and the Marshal of BEACON. Well-known to be all-but-deified by the rank-and-file for her courage and integrity- or at least, that was how it used to be. There were three universal laws of legion life: make sure nobody leaves any equipment behind, never completely trust somebody of a higher rank than you, and never speak ill of the Mater Protectoris.

Tamar shook her head. “Wasn’t so long ago that disrespecting the Mater would get you a month of latrine duty. The hell are they teaching them at the Proving Ground these days?”

“It’s not the school’s fault, it’s the SPRING-owned newsphere treating her like the devil’s shitty kid sister,” said Sheba, absently clutching her stump. “I think we ought to give the hatchlings a history lesson or two. Not right for any bird to talk shit about the Mater.”

“It strikes me as terrifically low on our list of priorities,” said Amalek.

“Well, that’s why we keep you far away from the rank-and-file,” Sheba replied. “You might know everything about guns and vehicles and formations, but you wouldn’t know a woman from a wanigan.”

“A what?” Amalek asked.

“I have no idea. Point being, the 119th is a unit. People can think and say and wear what they want- in peace. In war, we’re all on one team, and we can’t tolerate resentment or insubordination.”

“I agree,” said Lucifera. Now it was Amalek’s turn to redden in embarrassment. “Sheba, Ruth, you two figure out something to do about it. Amalek, what do you got for us?”

Recovering, Amalek projected a large map with his watch. “The points on this map represent the eleven BEACON vanguard legions that have landed on Kra-ki-wa. This one’s us.” One of the dots turned red. “There are no major cities that we can see on this planet. Most of the settlements appear to be armored citadels like the ones we’ve taken, or entirely underground as our friends in the 106th Legion discovered.”

“That’s not right,” said Tamar with a frown. “Romeo builds these citadels only in wartime- and it surrounds them with outlying villages. This is a planet with no war and no villages. Who the hell are they fighting?”

“Could it be us?” asked Ruth, stroking her narrow chin. “Mayhaps the leaders of the great houses were security-minded or paranoid and planned for our invasion long before we did?”

“We’ve never seen that sort of mass organization from Romeo before,” replied Amalek. “And if that were the case, they did a terrible job of it. As Tamar pointed out, their defenses are laughable. More of a rabble than a true warband.”

“Maybe some nasty local wildlife?” Tamar asked.

“It’s not impossible.” Amalek didn’t sound convinced. “In any case, this chain of citadels was the second-largest area of concentration for the enemy that our sensors have detected. The biggest is…” He traced upwards and pointed at a gigantic cone on the 2.5D map. “…this mountain.”

“I’m guessing we’ll be marching on it soon enough,” said Lucifera. “Wonder why they didn’t just land us there.”

Amalek smirked. “I know why. We’d have to land at the foot of it and fight our way up, it’s too well-defended to land directly over. This would put our backs to the citadels, which would let the enemy encircle us. This way, we can turn the citadels into a staging ground and take our time to pry Romeo out of his mountain fort.”

“Well, we’ve got plenty of muscle,” said Tamar, rolling her shoulders. “Should be a good fight. Toughen these hatchlings up some. How long a march is it?”

“On foot, about ten days- five if we really push it. With vehicles, a day.” Amalek nodded at Ruth. “My main concern is terrain. Kra-ki-wa is unusually diverse… it’s far from desert all the way to the mountain.”

“I can make tweaks and changes accordingly,” said Ruth softly.

“Of course. But it’s not just logistics, it’s fighting prowess. Heat aside, a desert’s an easy place to fight. Good visibility outside a sandstorm, simple geography, clear night skies for low-tech navigation.” Amalek gestured to the biomes between them and the desert. “But these are swamps, tundras, mountains, and those can be different stories.”

“We’ll kick those asses when we come to them,” said Lucifera. “But thanks for bringing it to our attention. Tamar, you got anything-”

Lucifera’s watch buzzed and rang, interrupting her. “LEGATUS LUCIFERA HUMOL. YOU ARE RECEIVING A CALL FROM LEGATUS BERENICE SOREK, THE MATER BELLUM. DO YOU ACCEPT?

A pall overtook the room. Nobody spoke, nobody so much as breathed. Herod could hear the wind stirring the sand at their feet. It was like the watch had told them they were about to be hit with a nuclear bomb and there was no potential for escape. “P-patch her through,” Lucifera spat out.

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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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BEACON #11

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To indicate her higher rank, Herod received a blue stripe that went on the shoulder of both her uniform and her armor. There was also a pay-raise that would be of absolutely no use to her.

In exchange, she woke up half an hour before everyone else to run a security check. It was all very routine and straightforward, she just walked the perimeter to check the hard light trip wires. Once finished, she showered in the mobile bathroom and met Legata Lucifera for breakfast.

It was a grey, gloomy day around the benches and chafing dishes that made up the mess hall. Girls generally ate with their platoons, but Herod was with the bleary-eyed and listless Lucifera and the legion’s secretary, Sergeant Mikayla. The legata stirred her rehydrated chicken tikka without energy.

“We gotten the new orders yet?” Lucifera asked, perking up after her second cup of coffee.

“Not yet, ma’am,” said Mikayla, a short and chunky girl with hair the color of red grapes. “Hold the position and await further instruction. Colonel Amalek has requested a meeting with you and the other colonels. What should I tell him?”

“Yeah, fine. Not much else better to do.” Lucifera yawned. “Herod, how’d you sleep?”

“Normally, ma’am,” said Herod, focusing on her food.

“Mmm. You some kind of cyborg or what?”

Herod looked up. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

“You don’t have any emotions, far as I can tell. You just kinda go around with that flat look on your face and do as you’re told. Don’t you ever get tired of being so serious all the time?”

Herod stared at Lucifera for a moment, then smiled as wide as she could, contorting her face into a ghoulish parody of joy. “Is this preferable, ma’am?”

The legata snickered. “Point taken. It’s probably a good thing you’re so uptight. Just try to enjoy yourself when you can, y’know? We had a good day yesterday, but you always gotta be ready for terrible ones.”

“Twenty-one people are dead, ma’am,” Herod replied. Nine outside the tower, twelve in it.

“So they are. Trust me, that’s a good day. Projected casualties had five times that.” Lucifera stretched her arms. “Do I come off as callous? Huh, maybe I am. I’ve been doing this for so long that, yeah, twenty-one of my birds dying doesn’t really bring me pause. I don’t even feel bad. Is that wrong, do you think?”

“I don’t know, ma’am. It’s not my place to decide such a thing. Perhaps the colonels can provide you with moral clarity. All I can provide is protection.”

After breakfast, they left to meet with the four colonels. Lucifera’s limp didn’t have a huge impact on her speed, so it was a brisk walk through the small tent city that had cropped up overnight.

The command tent was in the same place as before, with everyone gathered inside around Lucifera’s desk. Herod already knew Amalek, and they exchanged a nod. Tamar tried to give her a bear hug, which she skillfully ducked. There was Sheba, who Herod had briefly seen yesterday but not spoken to, and one complete stranger.

“So this is the one who’s got the whole legion abuzz, Tamar?” Sheba asked. Herod hadn’t looked carefully at her last time. She was buxom and smoky with long chartreuse hair and small, playful eyes. She wore more make-up than anyone else in the room. Her right arm was indeed missing, the sleeve of her fatigues sewn shut. “She’s got a look to her. Heya hatchling! Nice to meetcha.” She grinned and offered her hand. “You’re all everyone’s talking about in the 119th. Much more interesting than some stinky Romeos.”

“Corporal Herod Makkaba, reporting for duty,” said Herod, accepting the handshake firmly. “I hope to live up to the expectations placed upon me, ma’am.”

“Isn’t she the best?” Tamar beamed. “I’m such a fan. If the typical hatchling was half the woman she is, we’d be the biggest ass-kickers in the galaxy.”

“The best way to ruin a promising young legionnaire is to overburden her,” said the unknown woman calmly. “Herod strikes me as the type who does her best work with little oversight.”

This colonel was of a height with Herod, elegant like a dancer. Her high cheekbones gave her a noble look, as did her thick persimmon hair. She could have been a successful model with little effort and therefore looked grotesquely out of place in a Vishnu AEGIS. “It’s nice to meet you, corporal- I’m Colonel Ruth Lakham. I oversee discipline and battle readiness in the 119th, as well as logistical concerns.”

Herod gave her a respectful curtsy. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, ma’am.”

“I guess I should also introduce myself,” said Sheba. “Elisheba Pered- just Sheba’s fine. I’m in charge of morale, so if you’re feeling sad or someone breaks up with you, come find me and I’ll kiss your emotional wounds better.” Sheba had this… ease to her. Something about the way she moved and smiled made everything feel a little better. None of the other colonels had that sort of charisma- the closest was Lucifera.

“Realah! Tamar Realah!” The monstrous colonel towered over everyone else in the room. “Colonel of the vanguard. First into the fight, last one out, and look cute doing it.”

“You know who I am,” said Amalek. “First Colonel Amalek Kavod. I oversee coordination between the cohorts as well as grand strategy. Should something happen to the legata, I take her place.”

“God help us,” Sheba muttered darkly.

“You have me,” Amalek replied. “No need for God.”

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