"You're hurt, there's no way you can do this." Tammers gently tried to pull
Anjel along. She was doing fine in the first place, and she had worn black
to cover the wound as much as possible. In fact, she was doing fine until
Tammers tried to help. Plus he was really staring to hurt her, and piss her
off.
Pulling her arm away, rather forcefully, and began to walk fast to make Tammers keep pace. He matched pace, until they were almost in a race to get to the deck first.
"I'm not planning to fight. I got a plan, seeing as how I'm the brains of the bunch." she smiled and he laughed at the joke, but it was true.
They ran along side a few Nietzscheans, bone blades extended, ready for action. Anjel motioned to the males in the now traveling pack. "Remove your shirts, I want any wand all pride markings visible."
There was a uniformed "yes ma'am.", and clothes began to fly. Tammers smiled as he began to lead the pack. She better have a damn good plan, because Anasazi was on to almost everything they had.
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Dylan and beka joined the Lancers. Beka had turned down a force lance that was offered to her, in place of her trusty little gun. It was small, but it packed a punch. She hunched behind one of the supply crates, with Dylan at her side, a little close, but still comfortable. He laid a hand on her almost reassuringly, as if to tell her that she didn't have to face Tyr if she didn't want to. But the fact was that she did want to, and some part of her wanted to kill him for it, actually a very large part of her wanted to.
The drop ships began to attach themselves. Normally they would have invaded through the decks, but Tyr knew the Andromeda and its crew to well. The Lancers began to raze their heads from protective position as the drop ships clamped to Andromeda and started to drill entry holes. That wasn't good.
Rommie appeared in front of Dylan, "Captain, we have 4 breaches on the starboard side, no causalities as of yet."
"Is everyone in the security areas?" Dylan asked as he over checked his force lance, maybe he should had chosen a bigger gun, a much bigger gun. He knew Tyr would ride in with his personal gauze rifle, maybe size did matter.
"Yes captain. The breach is complete, intruders on deck C5 and E17." why did Rommie always happen to be so unemotional about these things. Dylan would be damn pissed if someone had beaten through his body. The lack of emotion troubled Dylan in that instant, more than it ever had before. Maybe he should get Harper to look that over.
"Ok, close all air shafts and pathways, force them to come to us." It was actually Beka who gave the order, but it was sound. Hell, maybe Beka should give orders more of the time.
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The Dovolo had been moved and was now acting as a shield for the common wealth Nietzscheans. Anjel stayed low by the loading dock, halfly because it was a very good vantage point, and halfly because no one could see the bots working on her newly opened wound, why couldn't it heal? Oh well, they had at least 5 minutes, Anasazi wouldn't board until his troops had sometime to clear the decks.
The Dock doors had been sealed, which startled everyone until Rommie appeared and informed them of Beka's plan. It fucked Anjel's plan up to hell, but maybe it would work, as long as the Kodiaks played along.
They heard the sounds of mayhem echoing through the Andromeda. Her internal defenses had been overrun, undoubtedly by Anasazi's past codes. Hopefully Harper was on it. They were going to need all the help they could get.
The Flag ship docked itself, just like the plan, wow Anasazi was predictable. Normally he would ride in with the cavalry, but he knew that they knew him. No, he would wait until most of the carnage was through, and then make his grand appearance. Hey, it was smart, if not cowardly.
"OK, here's the plan, I want concentrated fire on everything that comes out of that damn ship. Cease fire on my mark. Do I make myself perfectly fucking clear?" Anjel bellowed, yes bellowed, to her newly acquired little militia. She was actually used to giving orders, but normally it was to a small team or a mass army.
"Ma'am, yes ma'am", was the collective shout. Hell, having close to 100 super hyped up genetic beings address you as ma'am had its advantages, especially the major ego buster. Tammers obviously saw the pride run through Anjel's face and automatically knew that it was time to take her off of her power trip. He gently eased over to her and laid a hand on her back from behind. He could feel the tension running though her body and her muscles locking up from anticipation. When she got like this she had a tendency to jump the gun so to say. They didn't need another Tarmac Rift Massacre on there hands because Anjel got a little ahead of her plan again.
He gently rubbed her back while massaging her neck. Any Nietzscheans who happened to glance over at them would see the helix and understand. It was normal for mates to have intimate physically contact in public, it displayed there bonds to others and also their dominance. It was almost second nature for most mated males to caress their favorite female, no matter the situation. Well, Tammers had picked a hell of a situation to do so. He leaned close into her, pulling his hands under her shirt to gently trace the line of the gash on her stomach.
He whispered into her ear, "you need to stay calm; Tyr will sense your eagerness and exploit it. Whatever your plan is, it won't work if he knows something's going on. What is your plan anyway?"
She visibly calmed, "You would so like to know, wouldn't you?" she smiled back at him coyly. "Just go with me on this one, OK?"
He removed his hands from her and backed away, but not in a hurtful way, he had an idea of what was about to happen, and it would not be good for them to both be together when the shit hit the fan. He returned to his position and watched while the Flag ships doors opened.
At first nothing happened, no movement was viable, even to nietzschean eyes. Then 3 small canisters were launched from the flag ship. Gas, oh shit. Tammers had never seen the High Alpha use gas before. He was throwing everything he had out the window and straight for them, great. The canisters hit the ground and began to spin, emitting a red smoke,perfectly fucking wonderful. Tammers glanced back at the Andromeda crew. They were mostly Lancers, and well equipped, especially with masks. Damnit, he didn't have a mask. Neither did Anjel, shit where was Anjel.
The docking ramp that Tammers was laying on began to lift. Those nietzscheans whom had lost their clothing armor at Anjel's command ran for the closing ramp. Tammers finally figured it out, a fresh air supply. Nothing could get through the Dovolo's seals; smart, perfect. Tammers ran to the secondary gunner station. He knew Anjel would be at the first station, just because it was logical.
Through the holographic sensors, Tammers could see Kodiak troops emerging from the doors. They wore gas masks, and it was obvious that they were well equipped to pick the common wealth troops off without a fighting chance. There were already at least 30 men out the doors when the Dovolo's machine gun sounded. Shells ripped though the line of nietzscheans, literally tearing them to pieces. The shells were meant for destroying slip fighters and small space craft. The word overkill came to mind as Tammers watched the Kodiaks literally exploding before his eyes. He knew that he had probably grown up with some of them, they had probably been at his side during the Pride wars, especially fighting the Drago Catsoph. It was ironic that the enemy that he had fought against for so many years along side these men, was now his ally. Hell he was guarding the crown prince of the Dragos. Funny how time changes circumstance.
After almost 5 minutes of carnage, over 300 bodies, and a lot of memories later, the smoke cleared. Tammers hadn't participated in the melee except to give cover fire to the Common wealth. The smoke was gone, but there was still red in the air, but that was from the blood.
Anjel exited her station. She glanced at Tammers with the same look that he was feeling; sorrow. Many of those had been her friends as well. Many of them had been at her mating preparation, which was a very sacred thing for nietzschean females. They silently decided to have a private ceremony for them after it was all over.
"Common, lets go say hi to Daddy." Anjel said quietly as she lowered the loading ramp.
Pulling her arm away, rather forcefully, and began to walk fast to make Tammers keep pace. He matched pace, until they were almost in a race to get to the deck first.
"I'm not planning to fight. I got a plan, seeing as how I'm the brains of the bunch." she smiled and he laughed at the joke, but it was true.
They ran along side a few Nietzscheans, bone blades extended, ready for action. Anjel motioned to the males in the now traveling pack. "Remove your shirts, I want any wand all pride markings visible."
There was a uniformed "yes ma'am.", and clothes began to fly. Tammers smiled as he began to lead the pack. She better have a damn good plan, because Anasazi was on to almost everything they had.
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Dylan and beka joined the Lancers. Beka had turned down a force lance that was offered to her, in place of her trusty little gun. It was small, but it packed a punch. She hunched behind one of the supply crates, with Dylan at her side, a little close, but still comfortable. He laid a hand on her almost reassuringly, as if to tell her that she didn't have to face Tyr if she didn't want to. But the fact was that she did want to, and some part of her wanted to kill him for it, actually a very large part of her wanted to.
The drop ships began to attach themselves. Normally they would have invaded through the decks, but Tyr knew the Andromeda and its crew to well. The Lancers began to raze their heads from protective position as the drop ships clamped to Andromeda and started to drill entry holes. That wasn't good.
Rommie appeared in front of Dylan, "Captain, we have 4 breaches on the starboard side, no causalities as of yet."
"Is everyone in the security areas?" Dylan asked as he over checked his force lance, maybe he should had chosen a bigger gun, a much bigger gun. He knew Tyr would ride in with his personal gauze rifle, maybe size did matter.
"Yes captain. The breach is complete, intruders on deck C5 and E17." why did Rommie always happen to be so unemotional about these things. Dylan would be damn pissed if someone had beaten through his body. The lack of emotion troubled Dylan in that instant, more than it ever had before. Maybe he should get Harper to look that over.
"Ok, close all air shafts and pathways, force them to come to us." It was actually Beka who gave the order, but it was sound. Hell, maybe Beka should give orders more of the time.
***********************************
The Dovolo had been moved and was now acting as a shield for the common wealth Nietzscheans. Anjel stayed low by the loading dock, halfly because it was a very good vantage point, and halfly because no one could see the bots working on her newly opened wound, why couldn't it heal? Oh well, they had at least 5 minutes, Anasazi wouldn't board until his troops had sometime to clear the decks.
The Dock doors had been sealed, which startled everyone until Rommie appeared and informed them of Beka's plan. It fucked Anjel's plan up to hell, but maybe it would work, as long as the Kodiaks played along.
They heard the sounds of mayhem echoing through the Andromeda. Her internal defenses had been overrun, undoubtedly by Anasazi's past codes. Hopefully Harper was on it. They were going to need all the help they could get.
The Flag ship docked itself, just like the plan, wow Anasazi was predictable. Normally he would ride in with the cavalry, but he knew that they knew him. No, he would wait until most of the carnage was through, and then make his grand appearance. Hey, it was smart, if not cowardly.
"OK, here's the plan, I want concentrated fire on everything that comes out of that damn ship. Cease fire on my mark. Do I make myself perfectly fucking clear?" Anjel bellowed, yes bellowed, to her newly acquired little militia. She was actually used to giving orders, but normally it was to a small team or a mass army.
"Ma'am, yes ma'am", was the collective shout. Hell, having close to 100 super hyped up genetic beings address you as ma'am had its advantages, especially the major ego buster. Tammers obviously saw the pride run through Anjel's face and automatically knew that it was time to take her off of her power trip. He gently eased over to her and laid a hand on her back from behind. He could feel the tension running though her body and her muscles locking up from anticipation. When she got like this she had a tendency to jump the gun so to say. They didn't need another Tarmac Rift Massacre on there hands because Anjel got a little ahead of her plan again.
He gently rubbed her back while massaging her neck. Any Nietzscheans who happened to glance over at them would see the helix and understand. It was normal for mates to have intimate physically contact in public, it displayed there bonds to others and also their dominance. It was almost second nature for most mated males to caress their favorite female, no matter the situation. Well, Tammers had picked a hell of a situation to do so. He leaned close into her, pulling his hands under her shirt to gently trace the line of the gash on her stomach.
He whispered into her ear, "you need to stay calm; Tyr will sense your eagerness and exploit it. Whatever your plan is, it won't work if he knows something's going on. What is your plan anyway?"
She visibly calmed, "You would so like to know, wouldn't you?" she smiled back at him coyly. "Just go with me on this one, OK?"
He removed his hands from her and backed away, but not in a hurtful way, he had an idea of what was about to happen, and it would not be good for them to both be together when the shit hit the fan. He returned to his position and watched while the Flag ships doors opened.
At first nothing happened, no movement was viable, even to nietzschean eyes. Then 3 small canisters were launched from the flag ship. Gas, oh shit. Tammers had never seen the High Alpha use gas before. He was throwing everything he had out the window and straight for them, great. The canisters hit the ground and began to spin, emitting a red smoke,perfectly fucking wonderful. Tammers glanced back at the Andromeda crew. They were mostly Lancers, and well equipped, especially with masks. Damnit, he didn't have a mask. Neither did Anjel, shit where was Anjel.
The docking ramp that Tammers was laying on began to lift. Those nietzscheans whom had lost their clothing armor at Anjel's command ran for the closing ramp. Tammers finally figured it out, a fresh air supply. Nothing could get through the Dovolo's seals; smart, perfect. Tammers ran to the secondary gunner station. He knew Anjel would be at the first station, just because it was logical.
Through the holographic sensors, Tammers could see Kodiak troops emerging from the doors. They wore gas masks, and it was obvious that they were well equipped to pick the common wealth troops off without a fighting chance. There were already at least 30 men out the doors when the Dovolo's machine gun sounded. Shells ripped though the line of nietzscheans, literally tearing them to pieces. The shells were meant for destroying slip fighters and small space craft. The word overkill came to mind as Tammers watched the Kodiaks literally exploding before his eyes. He knew that he had probably grown up with some of them, they had probably been at his side during the Pride wars, especially fighting the Drago Catsoph. It was ironic that the enemy that he had fought against for so many years along side these men, was now his ally. Hell he was guarding the crown prince of the Dragos. Funny how time changes circumstance.
After almost 5 minutes of carnage, over 300 bodies, and a lot of memories later, the smoke cleared. Tammers hadn't participated in the melee except to give cover fire to the Common wealth. The smoke was gone, but there was still red in the air, but that was from the blood.
Anjel exited her station. She glanced at Tammers with the same look that he was feeling; sorrow. Many of those had been her friends as well. Many of them had been at her mating preparation, which was a very sacred thing for nietzschean females. They silently decided to have a private ceremony for them after it was all over.
"Common, lets go say hi to Daddy." Anjel said quietly as she lowered the loading ramp.