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  with gold trim, save for one in the front pair leading the others. He wore all

  black armor.

  “Damn,” one of the Commandoes on the deck whispered.

  “Those are all Arc Knights.”

  “I’ve never seen them together before. Always alone

  working with other troops.”

  “They’re not all Arc Knights,” an Archon striker said,

  stepping up behind them as they watched the group go where they pleased,

  bypassing all the handlers and heading straight to an individual waiting for

  them at a side door. It was another Archon, this one wearing golden armor, and

  her presence alone caused another stir, for while there were many titans on the

  ring they were hardly ever seen.

  “Trailblazer Megan,” one of the Commandoes said,

  seeing her ID pop up on his helmet’s HUD.

  “That’s not who I meant. Do you see the one Knight

  that doesn’t have gold trim?” he asked quickly before the group left the hangar

  entirely.

  “In the front?”

  “Yes. He isn’t an Arc Knight. He’s the Black Knight.”

  “What’s that?”

  “A legend to all Archons. He was the first Knight,

  from all the way back when Star Force began, and he tormented the trailblazers

  and second generation Archons in their basic training. He beat the crap out of

  them, just like his replacement did to me. We all hated and feared the Black

  Knight, and that one, the original one, is the only Knight permitted to wear

  the all black armor. His name is Vermaire, and he trains the Arc Knights

  personally.”

  “Shit. I’d never heard any of that.”

  “Are they here to train then?” another Commando asked

  aghast.

  “No,” the striker said with a rueful smile concealed

  beneath his helmet. “I have a feeling the trailblazers want this ring captured

  more quickly, hence all the reinforcements…and those you just saw are the big

  guns they’re bringing in.”

  “Damn,” the Commando said again as the last one of the

  Arc Knights disappeared from view as they left the hangar.

  “You have no idea,” the striker promised as the normal

  flow of offloading resumed.

  On the opposite end of the Star Force zone Paul and

  Riona were beyond the front lines, pressed deep into lizard territory and

  finding their hands full. They’d stumbled into one of the massive staging areas

  and decided to dive in head first, using a combination of battlemeld abilities,

  Jumat, and their death sabers to chew enough of a hole to stand in as more and

  more lizards pushed themselves into the chamber in an attempt to overwhelm them

  with bodies, even if they couldn’t shoot them, with the lizards grabbing for

  their arms and legs in an attempt to slow them down with no regard for the

  lethality of the glowing white blades.

  Linked in battlemeld as the two titans were they

  didn’t need to worry about hitting each other with the death sabers, which

  would kill their shield strength with a single hit. The weapons held their

  ‘blades’ by continually recharging that area with additional energy. As much

  bled off as necessary to cut through a tiny sliver of a target, so it appeared

  that the blades were solid so long as the substance wasn’t too tough. Hit a

  shield and all that energy would release into it if needed, and either it or

  the blade would go down.

  If that happened it would take a few seconds for the

  blade to regenerate, pulling extra power from the pack they wore on their

  backs, but that much energy delivered into their shields would bite a chunk out

  of them for sure, and they were getting nicked down enough as it was with

  numerous phaser blasts they couldn’t avoid. The entire crowd of lizards had

  weapons, and they didn’t seem to care if they shot each other with them so long

  as they ended up doing damage to the Archons.

  There were tens of thousands in this chamber,

  originally built to construct ribs for jumpships and necessarily huge in

  design. That’s why it was being used as a primary staging ground from which

  teams were being dispatched at a nearly constant rate to probe the front lines

  until they thought they found a weak point, after which many more would be sent

  in like a firehose spewing infantry in an attempt to put out the fire that was

  the invading Star Force troops.

  Paul and Riona were in over their head, but they knew

  they could work their way out of it. In the mean time they would be killing far

  more here than they would hunting down loose groupings elsewhere and killing

  the most possible was the goal, with both of them using their battlemeld link

  to remind themselves of their purpose here and not get overloaded with the gore.

  And it was working, for Riona stood out to Paul like a

  beacon of civilization amongst the lizard hoards, and vice versa. Not only were

  they more powerful working together, but they kept each other sane as they

  became the slayers that they needed to be in order to take some of the burden

  off the Regulars and keep them from dying from these never ending infantry

  waves.

  Just then Riona spotted a det pack approaching, with

  Paul switching off his death sabers as he stepped over to her and wrapped her

  up in a hug, layering his bioshields around her as she telekinetically picked

  up the lizard and threw it back through the air over the others. Realizing what

  was happening in an instant, the lizard detonated itself after only getting a

  few meters away.

  The blast killed hundreds of lizards around the

  detonation point and knocked both Paul and Riona away, with the two tumbling

  along with the dead bodies…but they rolled out of it and split again, alive and

  still with some mechanical shields remaining thanks to their linked bioshields

  taking most of the hit.

  With a whole area of lizards now dead and lying on the

  ground, those behind them suddenly had open lines of fire and dozens of phaser

  blasts lit up the area. The two Archons took hits, but jumped up high into the

  air and let the blasts track underneath them, some taking out friendly targets

  before they landed again and began dashing towards one side of the blast area,

  getting tripped up a bit by all the bodies.

  Riona’s shields went down before they made the edge,

  with Paul telekinetically picking her up and throwing her like a ball into the

  lizards ahead. Her armored body hit them and knocked more than 20 over as the

  others focused their phaser shots on him until he slipped in amongst the hoard

  and got back to cutting them up at point blank range, once again with the nearest

  lizards blocking the firing lines of the others in the staging area.

  And the process repeated. Riona got to her feet and

  reengaged her blades with a bit of bioshield covering her armor to give her

  primary shields a chance to recharge. She took a few melting hits anyway, but

  it was going to take an awful lot to get through the Archon battle plates,

  which over the years had gotten strong and stronger. Had the lizards been using

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  same result, but even with their upgraded rifles they weren’t going to get

  through to her flesh without them standing and pounding on her for several

  minutes.

  Neither Archon was going to give them that opportunity

  for they were constantly on the move, even if it only be a few steps here and

  there. The fought so closely together at some points that it looked like they

  were going to hit each other, but battlemeld meant they were of one mind and

  essentially one body, knowing where the other’s limbs were and where they were

  going at all times, allowing them to fight at an insanely efficient level in

  close quarters.

  The lizards that were diving at their legs were a real

  nuisance though, with Paul having to kick or peel off several multiple times.

  One dove down and wrapped up his left leg now and he sliced it in half with his

  left blade. It squealed in pain, but the arms didn’t release for a second or

  two, allowing another to jump in in its place with similar results.

  They did slow him down enough that three others jumped

  towards his head, but a telekinetic block stopped them dead in the air, acting

  like little blast shields floating around him, then he summoned a Jumat blast in

  his right arm and held it up, blasting them all back and into the others as he

  kicked the upper torso of a lizard off his right leg.

  Piece by piece the master and apprentice killed the

  lizards, leaving such a body count behind that the incoming reinforcements were

  having a hard time reaching them over the mounds that were building. Every now

  and then a det pack would go off changing the landscape, but the sea of blood

  always flowed back in. Paul and Riona were walking in it with every step, now

  half an inch deep and being added to by the corpse piles that the living

  lizards were scrambling over to get to the Archons.

  It was mindless killing, but Paul would rather take it

  on himself to do rather than leave it to the Regulars who might get injured or

  killed in the process. The more he fought these battles the more he hated the

  lizards. Their civilization was impressive in some ways, but he had long lost

  any appreciation for them in that regard. They were barbarians, pure and

  simple, and didn’t give a damn about the lives being lost. Their people were

  expendable, and apparently even these infantry thought so. There wasn’t a

  discord amongst the grunts and the leaders, they were all on the same suicidal

  page.

  After hours of fighting in that chamber something

  changed…the wall of lizards coming at them ended, with only a few stragglers

  left. Those stupidly still came at them, having no chance at all of succeeding

  but apparently wanting to go down fighting. The Archons obliged and cut them

  down quickly, then stood still breathing heavily as they searched with their

  eyes and minds for more targets.

  There were none. The entire chamber was empty of the

  living save for a few nearby on the ground that would exit that category soon.

  Most of the blows the death sabers landed were spot on, but occasionally they

  only maimed a target until they bled out. Paul would have finished them off

  sooner than that, but both he and Riona, having been battlemeld linked for

  hours, just stood there looking at the literal hills of chopped up bodies

  surrounding them and stretching across the entire length of the chamber.

  They were now standing in several inches of blood,

  splashing around like water with severed arms and legs and heads of lizards

  scattered around. Now that their minds were coming out of threat aversion mode

  both of them were stunned at the sight of it all. It made them both sick to

  look at, but they were so numbed up by now that they avoided puking in their

  helmets. Focusing so that didn’t happen as their adrenaline began to taper off,

  they both just stood still and looked around, feeling each other and helping

  one another to snap out of the funk they were in.

  After more than a minute Paul finally shook himself

  loose of the spectacle and walked over to a few of the lizards that were

  immobile on the floor but still alive. He mentally linked to them and numbed

  out their pain, then put a few final slashes through their necks and saved them

  the final agonizing minutes. Riona did likewise with a few others, then their

  Ikrid radar was clear as far out as they could stretch it. They were totally alone

  behind enemy lines because…there was no one left to kill.

  Theyboth walked towards one another, flicking aside a

  few corpse pieces so they had somewhere flat to stand, then they both retracted

  their helmets. The stench was bad and would only get worse in the days to come

  but they didn’t hide from it. They leaned on each other in a loose hug and

  touched their foreheads together. No tears came, but both were emotionally

  spent. With the area clear of threats they took the moment to collect

  themselves rather than numbing it out. Better to do it here and now than wait

  until they were back, because they could not let themselves become jaded.

  Other elite Archons were now pairing up in a similar

  manner to help them handle the load, staying linked to one another during the

  fighting for both combat and emotional support. Paul and Riona had gone on many

  of these missions now, usually at least one every two or three days, but none

  had been as gruesome as this one. Everything around them, every cut in those

  bodies had been their doing. They’d created all this, and damn the lizards for

  forcing them to do it.

  The two Archons took several minutes, taking solace

  within each other’s minds and focusing on the skin to skin touch to override

  the oppression of everything around them and put it into context. Once they had

  themselves grounded again and their heartbeats and breathing had returned to

  normal they broke contact and their helmets reformed around their heads…then

  they began hiking across the mounds of dead and through the shallow lake of

  blood until they got to and had to clear away more bodies from an exit.

  After that they left the gore behind in lizard

  territory, knowing that they’d have to get a cleaning crew on it as soon as

  their lines pressed this far forward, because the lizards didn’t bother

  cleaning up their dead. Paul and Riona made sure to not pass back by this way

  again until it was cleaned up. They’d had to create it in the first place, and

  now that they were turning their backs on that travesty they weren’t going to

  lay eyes on it again, for sanity sake.

  October 12, 3106

  Solar System

  Earth

  Wilson walked up the circular stairway into Davis’s

  office, finding him in the middle of a holocom with a Hycre so he turned the

  corner on the railing and headed for the empty opposite side of the office.

  Never in his memory had Davis put anything here, leaving it open space with

  only the staircase and his desk breaking up the observation platform that he

  ran Star Force out of. Wilson h
eaded over to the curved window opposite the

  Director and looked out at the not so busy cityscape below.

  There was a fair amount of air traffic, but not nearly

  as much as there had been back in the day when Atlantis was the primary

  spaceport on the planet. Now it was hallowed ground with the busy commerce

  centers located elsewhere, though a stream of dropships and assorted craft were

  coming and going nonstop to service the capitol within the capitol. This had

  always been the nerve center of the empire, but now it lacked the added energy

  of a tourist resort.

  Wilson waited patiently until the conversation ended

  and the hologram disappeared before he left his vantage point and headed back

  over to Davis’s desk.

  “I didn’t realize there were any Hycre in the system.”

  “There’s a single jumpship here on special permission.

  There are some future plans of theirs that they needed to discuss with me in

  person.”

  “Anything I need to know about?”

  “Mostly economic. Now that their war with the lizards

  is all but at an end they’re retooling and want a bigger role in the Star Force

  economy.”

  “Last I checked the war was far from over.”

  “For them it is. Their systems are secure and while

  they’re still patrolling and intercepting an occasional ship, they’re not

  actively hunting or attacking lizard worlds as their border gets pushed further

  away. They don’t have the weaponry for it anyway, and we’re not upgrading them

  again.”

  “Did they ask?”

  “No. They helped us long ago, we’ve repaid the favor.

  They’re moving forward with their own agenda now that they see we’ve got the

  lizards beat and that they can’t really contribute much to that going forward.

  The H’kar are in a different position, with their original territory still in

  lizard hands, but the climate within the ADZ has been developing into one of

  apathy regarding the lizard threat now that it’s away from our borders. We’re

  the ones that are doing the fighting, so everyone else is doing other stuff.”

  “Begging for some of that prime lizard territory?”

  “The Hycre…no. They can’t really use it anyway, and

  we’re not keeping too strict a hold on the gas giants. They are negotiating