Chapter 19 their position was clear, fight or die.
Hello everyone, and thank you for your patience. Rhys and the girls have returned to action, and I hope you enjoy the story.
From the previous chapter
The major gave the order to advance into the darkened entrance of the Om nest. Echo squad led the way down with tiger drones well out in advance, then a two-man rifle section followed by the squad leader, Sergeant Torres, and bringing up the rear were two more men with heavy weapons. The riflemen carried a heavy battle rifle, almost what would have been considered a cannon in other circumstances.
Kiania's symbiont sorted through the many drone feeds, letting her watch all five squads. She entered the tunnel with alpha, bravo, and charlie squads through a second tunnel, descending deeper and deeper, at least fifty meters, she guessed. Bravo squad was in the lead, with Master Sergeant Garcia leading them. He was thirty-five years old, medium build, and quick as a snake. Despite his name, he was from Mississippi and spoke with a slow southern drawl.
"Nothing yet, Major, but we are coming to a split in the tunnel, and it is changing," he added, pushing an armored hand up against the soft sponge-like surface. The Sergeant had faced many dangers, but this was like being caught in a minefield, never knowing what the next step would bring.
"Charlie squad, stop and hold at the junction; bravo and alpha take the right tunnel; it seems to head down," Kiania ordered calmly, still watching the progress of Major Jack's men. Without looking over her shoulder, she knew Rhys was about ten meters behind her; he was the 'reserve' on this side. The binary was with Jack and Amanda. They would take part in the fighting when needed, but it was her and Major Jack's show right now.
"Drones are seeing a wide spot up ahead, Major," Sergeant Torres reported, his voice tight with tension.
"The drones are acting funny, strange," Captain Amanda said, almost confused.
A command appeared in Leslie/ Amancia's interlaced brain through the tac-grid from the AI, "TOUCH THE WALL," followed by orders only the nanobytes understood.
Amancia and Leslie each reached out to the tunnel wall and felt their collars dissolve as the nanobytes flowed into the sponge-like substance. The entity found the data transfer rate from the nanobytes so restricted as to be almost useless; without the direct connection, it would barely suffice. The incoming data was processed, and the results traveled back down the link. A return data stream poured into the tac-grid, and Rhys froze for a second as target points suddenly propagated, and he absorbed the information slotted into his brain. Rhys heard Kiania frantically giving orders as he broke into a run, his weapon up and firing. He had led them into a trap, and the Om were all around them.
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"Ambush is a surprise attack from a concealed position designed to create panic, to freeze your opponent into immobility as greater forces are brought to bear at critical points until he is isolated and overwhelmed. An effective ambush will catch the unsuspecting enemies off guard, but ambushes are also a delicate strategy. If you screw it up and expose your position before you're ready, things can take a turn for the worst."
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The rush of data into the tac-grid left no doubt about their danger; their position was clear, fight or die. It only took a second for Rhys to analyze the attack and prioritize the threats. It was an ambush but hastily designed, and they had detected it before they were entirely in the kill zone. Jack's Echo squad was the most exposed and in danger of being cut off and overwhelmed, so that's where he would go first. Kiania's mind was only a split second behind his, and he passed his orders to her while firing on full auto over her head as a Trangrod broke away from the wall. His heavy rounds blew half of it away while simultaneously mapping out a counter-attack. Kiania was giving orders to assume a defensive position, pulling back where possible, but that would leave Echo exposed. He could hear the other squads in action as cries of Trangrods and the sounds of explosions. After killing the Trangrod, Rhys shifted his fire to the walls as another emerged; Kiania added her own fire, killing the roach. "Consolidate our squads, the Binary, and I will relieve Echo. Push forward, do not remain in place to be cut off," Rhys ordered as he vaulted over the men in front, firing as he went. Two tiger drones went with him, one in front that was filling the tunnel ahead with rapid-fire, the other trailing behind with that awkward-looking movement as it ran backward, covering the rear.
Kiania's Bravo squad was in the lead, the furthest down the tunnels and the most exposed. Sergeant Garcia swore as he eased down the tunnel; his team spread out as much as possible but could still provide fire support to each other if needed. His mouth was dry, and his muscles tensed, eyes darting back and forth, looking for threats. He brought his weapon to his shoulder and activated the rifle's CPU. This part still amazed him as the rifle felt like a 3D space opening inside his helmet's display. Gracia could see ammo status, barrel temperature, and targeting. It had been one of the many changes they had to become familiar with, but he liked the most. It gave him a bit of comfort, something they all needed right now in this alien landscape.
Then came the command from Kiania; formation three sixty, high low! They had practiced it, but he had hoped never to have to use it. The order meant the Trangrods were on both sides, probably front and rear, as well as above and below. He felt his own fear start to rise at the command; The Sergeant had been in combat several times, a few of which he had not expected to survive. But that was against human opponents. Moving into what was clearly an alien base took another kind of bravery and determination. Squashing his emotions, he forced himself to remain calm, breathe in, breathe out, then give orders as calmly as possible.
Bravo was deploying into the defensive formation in response to his command when his tactical display inside his helmet lit up like a Christmas tree with targets, and their armor picked up a new ominous sound. Tick tick, clang clang, the noise like a metal garbage can rolling on a hard surface, but getting louder. "What the fuck is that?" someone said over the squad comms as they heard frantic cries from the other squads. "Trangrods, Trangrods!" someone was yelling above the noise. Sergeant Garcia could see the red enemy dots in front of his eyes and realized the implications and the danger of their position. "Bravo is surrounded; Trangrods are attacking from all directions," he reported calmly, even though the approaching menace seemed to freeze his blood. He'd had his first glimpse of combat against the Om just an hour ago and knew how relentless they would attack, disregarding any casualties. They were positioned one hundred meters ahead of everyone else when the firing began, and the walls started to move.
Then there was no more time to think as there was movement all around him. "Hostile! Hostile!" yelled Sergeant Garcia on comms, as dark shapes came through the walls, followed by weapons hammering as Bravo engaged. "Fire on targets, watch your assigned fields of fire, maintain spacing," he ordered, trying to remain calm while bringing his own weapon up and firing into the ceiling. The blue dot from his arms computer lined up with the red dot of a Trangrod above him. He opened fire even though he had no visual, relying on tac-grid for targeting as his rounds ripped through the tunnel wall. He concentrated on his target, then another, hearing the rest of his squad begin firing. He didn't have time to assign targets, but they had trained for this too, and the heavy weapons ripped into the passageway seeking their targets. Then one of the Trangrods came up through the floor and was among them.
Reynolds' blood-curdling scream sounded over their comms as the Trangrod ripped at his armor, shredding it and his body while firing its weapon point blank into him. Before the others could react, a tiger drone leaped onto the Trangrod, Drans metal fangs and claws digging into the Om horror. Then two bird drones became meter-long monoblades, plunging themselves deep into the alien bio-machine, but it was too late for Reynolds.
"Help is on the way; defend and hold," Rhys told the sergeant as he sprinted down a tunnel toward them.