Legions Of War

Book 2
Chapter 5
The sudden explosion rattled Marc's head as he ducked behind a corner. Then as Marc tried to
peek out a chuck of duracrete exploded just above Marc's head.
What the fuck? Marc exclaimed as he dashed down the alleyway.
Its a riot, take the next left, Cora said in Marc's ear.
Marc turned left and then ducked under a half burnt out truck. There was yelling not far behind
Marc and more bullets smacked into the build above him.
Next right, Cora said once more.
Marc turned and dashed about forty feet down the roadway when out of nowhere someone
punched Marc right in the face!
^ ^ ^ ^
He has nothing on him? someone said.
Marc couldnt move and after shaking the cobwebs from his head Marc realized that he had a
bag over his head.
How about a data com?
No. The lucky kid has a tapper, already.
Where am I? Marc asked wishing he hadnt when someone smacked him, hard.
Shutter that muzzle, or I bust it closed.
I sent for help, Cora said in Marc's ear.
I say we cut him up and eat his meat.
Marc swallowed hard.
Too scrawny. I heard there's an Orion slaver on the other side of town.
Wrong sex, dimwit. They want females.
How you know it's not female, Jub?
He male, I seen those Floin chicks all over him a week ago. If I remember right, he Fuck fuck
fuck!!!!!
What is it, Jub?
I think he is a host.
The room went silent.
What do we do, Jub?
We run, Elea.
Marc listened to some shuffling, then the room fell silent.
You boys look like you want to go somewhere in a hurry, Marc heard suddenly.
Marc smiled.
Look, Derric, we need to get out of here, fast, the one Marc knew had to be Jub said.
Why is that? Derric asked.
We screwed up bad, this dude is a host, Jub said.
Marc could hear the panic in Jub's voice.
The bag was suddenly ripped off of Marc's head and he blinked his eyes, adjusting to the light.
Are you a host! a large red skinned being demanded of Marc.
Marc smiled, Just stick around and find out, fat head.
The fat head commit earned Marc a back hand to the face.
Look at it, you telling me this child is a host. You two have to be dumber than a rock, Derric
said.
A window shattered, and a can rolled to the center of the room catching everyone attention.
As everyone stared at it Cora warned Marc,
Close your eyes, tight!
The can popped up and as it reached about three feet from the floor it exploded with a woomp
and a flash so bright that even with his eyes closed Marc was seeing spots.
Marc was knocked back, and the chair he was tied to buckled and broke, loosening the ropes
that held him. Marc kept rolling until he hit a wall. Before he could get up someone grabbed
him.
Sec one, I have the package, the being holding Marc down said into a hidden mic.
Marc could hear the zip sound of a pistol going off as he was dragged to his feet and guided out
of the room. After a few more seconds Marc was able to see once more, beyond the black spots
before his eyes.
Host, keep down, the guy holding Marc's shoulder said.
Outside was a war zone and from every direction Marc could hear screams for help and some
form of weapons fire.
What is going on? Marc asked.
The Floin have really screwed things up, this time. Seems they ate some delegates kid in a
feast, the guy said.
Marc eyes widened at the news.
Then the guy tried to get Marc over to an armored vehicle but as they reach about quarter the
way the vehicle exploded as a missile hit it from the rear. The concussion was so hard Marc and
the soldier was thrown back to the building wall.
Marc landed on the soldier who as Marc turned was either dead or out cold. More gun fire
brought Marc back into the moment. Marc checked the guy over, found his personal body
shield and stole it, along with his coil gun.
Cora, which way to the Host Center? Marc asked.
We cant go there, it's in lock down. Marc you should stay put, Cora answered.
No go. Which way is the Center?
To your left, but we are miles from the Center, and the rioting is in between us and it, Cora
added.
Marc looked around, Are those trams still running?
No, they should be locked down, too.
Marc smiled as a plan formed. Then he rushed towards the trams entrance and into a door well.
Can you open this?
Yes, seconds later the door clicked and Marc slipped into the lower entrance.
Inside the Tram's offices the lights were all out, except for a few maintenance lights. Marc
made his way to a lift, and with Coras help made it to the trams themselves.
The problem, once he got there, was that the main power was cut off. No matter what, Cora
couldnt activate the trams. Marc wandered around for an hour as he listened to the war going
on outside.
Then, as he passed a service door, Marc noticed a personal shuttle sitting there, all alone. The
door locks had lost power when the tram's main power was cut off, and Marc walked right
outside and up to the shuttle.
You cant fly that, Cora said.
Maybe I cant, but I'll bet you can.
Marc sat in the pilots seat and placed his hands on the console. The nanites on his wrist
invaded the shuttles systems and within moments the shuttle powered up, and Cora started
going through the preflight.
The shuttle is fully fueled, and is ready to lift off, Cora said as she stood on a small holo
projector on the shuttle's dash.
I remember a space station when we came into orbit, is there a host center there? Marc
asked.
No, but we could charter a flight on any number of ships once there, and just leave the
system.
I know a few Floin. I just cant believe some of them ate someone's kid.
As a species they will eat any meat that they can get their hands on. After what happened,
here, I dont see the Moinits allowing them to stay on their worlds. Its sad really. This is major
trade hub. I just hope that the Hugimany dont decide to intervene on the Moinits' behalf. If
they do the Floin will lose more than a trade route.
Cora, let's go.
The shuttle powered up and slowly rotated unto it was facing eastward and the rushed away
gaining speed. A few minutes after liftoff two smaller ships came along side of the shuttle.
Victor Victor one four one, you are flying in a declared no fly zone, came over the com
system.
Marc looked over at a display as it came to life, Hello. Sorry. I didnt know.
Ident and state your purpose.
Marc place his hand on a ident plate. Leaving riots, and heading spaceward.
Understand Ambassador Host, turn forty degrees south and proceed with burn.
The display screen went blank and Cora banked the shuttle.
Well, that went better than I had thought it would, Marc said.

Edited By TeNderLoin