of civil protests congealed into a movement. It was a movement dedicated to stripping away all therefinements of civilization and replacing it with anarchy.The supporters of anarchy surged through streets and meadows, cities and hamlets, gutters and glitteryplaces, demolishing anything and everything associated with a Cassad. They destroyed with glee,slaughtered without mercy until this so-called revolution had gorged itself on the last remnant of flesh thathad been the Old Regime. And still the beast would not be sated until the final Cassad had beenswallowed.The onset of dawn pierced the darkness like a glowing orange rapier being thrust across the horizon. Iwaited beneath the overhang of the radar tower, my fellow Guardsman in concealed positions at variouspoints inside and outside the airfield. A lone vehicle, a ground effect car approached, moving swiftly,silently on a cushion of compressed air. Flanking the car were two larger cars equipped with forward andrear turret weapons. I placed a scope to my eye, zoomed in on the central vehicle and thumbed a button atthe bottom, sending out a signal burst requesting verification.A responding burst of infrared from the smaller vehicle was picked up by my scope. Satisfied, I sent amessage via communication throat implant to my scattered unit. Minister Cassad was here. A Raven 12star hopper was warming up in the hangar. The low hum of its idling drive engine was as delicate as acat's purr. The Minister's motorcade entered the airfield perimeter, making its way toward the hangar. Idarted from the radar tower, gesturing my unit to converge on the Minister's car where we would form aprotective circle the second his feet touched the ground.A ragged streak of light from somewhere in the vicinity of the hangar struck one of the turreted vehicles,encapsulating it in a blossom of fire. I didn't think, I acted. Leveling my assault blazer on the hangar, Ilaid down a ripple of plasma and screamed out a command for my soldiers to do the same. I sawGuardsman jumping out of the remaining armed vehicle, rushing to extract the Minister from his car. I rantoward the cars, hoping to lend assistance, struggling to contain the panic threatening to derail my focus.Something appeared overhead. I looked up to see a talon-winged troop transport descending like a giantraptor. A chatter of solid rounds flickered from an anti-personnel weapon, churning the ground around thecars. Guardsmen went down, aerial projectiles shredding bodies. I fired at the transport, but the vessel'sshield dissipated my plasma bolts. The transport's weapon trained on me. I dove just as a shower of metalcratered the ground I just occupied.
by Milton Davis on December 14, 2008 at 9:14am
I was reporting for cycle duty when I received an urgent message from Pappa. I ignored it at first, forPappa was always sending me cute little notes as if I was still a child. At thirty-five I was far from it, but Iwas his only girl and he continued to treat me as if I was still in ponytails. I continued on the hanger. Werented the facility from the Dellans for a month and our time was running thin. The merchant transport