Chapter 14. Unstoppable
Indeed, a cornered rat will bite a cat.
Orga looked in the dull mirror, trying to adjust his hair into affordable mess.
As always, he had been left with no choice but to force Tekkadan into the sole center of the fateful conflict. Once again he had to put their lives on the line in order to survive.
Do or die.
Orga sighed and closed his eyes.
Massive, intimidating figure of McMurdo Barriston stood tall behind his inner vision, erupting puffs of cigar smoke.
"The job must be done. At worst, unleash that Gjallarhorn bitch; but don't squeal about what you can't do, Orga."
He pulled out a razor.
Both McMurdo Barriston and Togonosuke Makanai shared Kudelia's ideas about economic independence of Mars. Obviously, Gjallarhorn stood on the other side, supporting the current Arbrau Prime Minister, Henry Fleurs.
And as it seemed, Gordon Nobliss just played smart and ensured to benefit in any case.
For all of them Tekkadan was just a disposable tool in their fight for power and money.
Orga involuntary gritted his teeth; and a small cut appeared on his left cheek.
He felt himself cornered.
And, like a proverbial rat, Tekkadan Leader came up with probably the most dangerous and daring plan possible - to seize control over the colonies and demand negotiations. All in.
He had to bet on his luck once again.
Orga splashed face with cold water.
Mika was his usual trump card for a reason. Over the years, their mutual understanding and unconditional trust transformed into such deep, almost reflexive bond that they could literally think and act as one, if needed.
With Aoi, it would never be the same.
And yet, this time she was his only chance to succeed. Only she was capable to fulfill his plan.
Orga tied the red scarf around his neck.
The truth was, Tekkadan Leader himself wanted to make a change. He felt tired of being pushed around, of being used and thrown away afterwards, while his previous successes motivated him to believe that Tekkadan can become a lot more than just an expendable tool.
And Orga couldn't deny that Aoi's potential power made him feel different.
Invincible.
He pulled on his jacket and left the quarters.
On his way to the hangar, Orga turned to the med bay.
"Subaru." He greeted the older man. "I need the injection. For Aoi."
Doctor took his dark glasses off. "Seems you're really up the shit creek."
"Just tired of being delivery boy." Orga leaned his back on the pile of metal boxes next to the entrance.
Subaru stepped over to the cabinets and started to search through the shelves. "I'd recommend a first aid injection, too. In case you need it."
"Absolutely."
"Here you go. By the way, Ms Merribit stopped by recently. Said something about preparing shit for patients. What's going on? Did you put your head in the wrong asshole again?"
"Smells like it." Orga smirked bitterly. "I'm going to force Dort administration into negotiations with Union workers. Because job conditions matter."
"Judging by the shitty look on your face, it's you who's been forced into this crap." Subaru yawned.
"Whatever." Orga folded hands on his chest and watched doctor straight in the eye. "Subaru... I want you to lead the brigade of field medics on Dort 3."
The older man arched his eyebrows. "You've got the nerve, you cocky asshole. Want to pull me on the front line?"
"Scared?"
Subaru huffed. "Don't give me that chicken shit. Respect my age and experience, kid." He made a pause. "I worked as a field medic before, actually. Gjallarhorn gave me this unique opportunity after they took my neuroscientist degree away. Then, our ways fell apart."
"It's not an order." Orga gripped the edge of the metal box behind his back. "Tekkadan will make it without you. However, it's our responsibility to minimize the losses. For both you and me."
"You fucking manipulator." Subaru grumbled. "What should I do?"
"Talk to Ms Stapleton. She'll get you all the info you might need." Slowly, Orga relaxed and gave the doctor a crooked smile. "Thanks."
"Don't jizz your pants."
"Don't tell me what to do."
Only the hangar was large enough to house both Tekkadan members and Union workers' representatives. All of them gathered here for the final briefing before the operation; and Orga felt the already familiar thrill of anticipated, inevitable actions.
He was the one to stir everyone in motion.
Tekkadan Leader moved on the upper platform next to the hangar's exit and folded arms on his chest. Lots of eyes watched him. Even more fates depended on his decisions.
He didn't hesitate.
"We intercepted Gjallarhorn high rank officers' radio talks." Orga started. "Arianrhod Fleet turned for the Asteroid Belt to suppress a strike on Ceres. They won't be able to support Gjallarhorn's forces on Dort. That gives us a chance."
Unlike other habitats, terraformed Ceres somehow escaped the dismal end in the Calamity Wars. It was a small, cold and unfriendly water world suitable only for growing different kinds of seaweeds.
Mutiny at such place seemed like a joke; however, Orga had watched the report, and it didn't look like one. At all.
Especially now.
Orga suspected Teiwaz being responsible for such convenient situation; also, he didn't forget about Todo Mirconen's small role in the course of events. Tekkadan Leader could almost sense the invisible figure of Todo's patron behind the current crisis; and the unknown master of puppets irritated him beyond reason.
Orga made a pause, letting the information about Arianrhod Fleet's absence sink in, and then continued. "However, Dort command center received an order to eliminate each and every 'separatist' during the forecoming demonstration. Mr Mingo, if you wish to step back, now it's the time. Or be ready to face death."
Navona shook his head. "We can't lose such opportunity. As I said, we're all ready to die for the better future. However, wouldn't it be better to arm my people? Since we already know Gjallarhorn's intentions..."
"No." Orga straightened up. "People are people. We can't know for sure if Gjallarhorn would be able to shoot unarmed civilians. Also, there might be traitors among Union workers. Perhaps, the current Gjallarhorn's strategy is the result of those informers' reports. We must follow the original plan." Orga lowered his head. "Tekkadan will provide first aid on the field. Volunteers are appreciated."
Navona nodded. "Understood. And... thank you."
"A special Tekkadan brigade will accompany the demonstration all the way down to the central square. They studied the streets and buildings to help people hide and scatter around in case of panic." Orga looked down at Ride who proudly stuck out his chest.
"You may rely on us, Mr Mingo." The boy said.
"Thank you." Navona uttered.
Orga tilted his head in response, letting one strand of hair fall upon the right eye. His voice resonated through the massive hangar space loud and clear, as always. "Tekkadan already acquired access to street cameras on Dort 3; and now we're working on getting control over local broadcasting. Teiwaz' Headquarters at Dort 6 offered to use their QCCS hub for retranslation of the live footage from Dort 3 into Martian and Jovian Spheres. We have to make Gjallarhorn's crimes public. A trusted journalistic team would be a great help, for the live editing and narrative."
"I know some people." One of the workers' representatives, Katsuya Honda, said. "Dort Independent News kicked them out recently for trying to make a piece of reporting which included the workers' opinion. But... I doubt they're ready to work from the battlefield."
"No need." Orga glanced down at Katsuya. "We're planning to use only street cameras footage. Not so showy but looks more trustworthy. No matter what, Gjallarhorn will claim it a fake afterwards, but the first impression is always important. Just send your people under Chad Chadan's guidance." He looked around the hangar. "Takaki, what's with our communications?"
"I think I contrived the fitting scheme. The internal communication on Dort 3 will be available through the usual net of drones and Alaya-Vijnana system, just as always. Isaribi is already equipped with necessary tools. The connection with other colonies will be established locally, by our fighting Units." Takaki looked tensed and tired; he obviously put lots of thoughts into that task.
"Leave it to us, Boss." Dante grinned. "And I've already built a bonus - a virus to sabotage Gjallarhorn's communication on Dort colonies. That'll surely give them a headache."
"Good thinking, Dante. Less work for the fighting Units. Eugene, how's our muscles?"
Eugene pulled out a tablet. "I've met Union workers who support extreme measures, as you suggested. Well, at least, those people can hold a gun. Also, they loved your plan and gladly volunteered. We armed them with GN Trade assault rifles from our cargo bay. Thanks to Dante and his cyber squad, that cloak-and-dagger operation went successfully, and Gjallarhorn still doesn't have a clue about our plans. I formed six offensive Units, from both Tekkadan and Union workers; they are all equipped and ready. We did our best to instruct them but time was really short. Akihiro, Shino, Dios, Masahiro, Ms Azee and myself are Units' leaders."
"Good. Now, let's get back to the plan. All Units, attack on my command only. The element of surprise is your best tactic. Split into groups and strike from several directions at once. Create as much panic and chaos as you can. Gjallarhorn's forces will be out of communication, use that as your chance to disorder and misinform them. Make them surrender, at best." Orga made a pause. "While you're on it, Aoi and I make sure to clean the way to the control hub. Once it's done, I'll invite the negotiators in."
"Any questions?" He observed people in the hangar attentively, searching for doubts and loose ends. For some reason, many didn't want to meet his stare; but only Eugene took the liberty to voice the mutual concern.
"How do you plan to storm Dort 3 Headquarters?" He called out. "It's too much of a task for two persons."
"Actually, this task is for one person." Orga corrected and glanced at Aoi. "And I wouldn't doubt her."
Unlike Aoi, Orga had never had a chance to enjoy the lively crowd of Dort 3 passenger dock. Instead, they sneaked straight into the dark labyrinths of freight docks where he had to trust the pilot girl's infiltration skills. Thanks to her impeccable memory, they traveled through the maintenance area fast and smooth, easily avoiding guards and surveillance cameras.
Their destination point, the emergency transportation hub, was under enhanced security. And yet, Orga had to choose that exact way to get to the Dort 3 Headquarters building. Because it was the fastest and stealthiest one.
Orga put the headset on. Gravely silence pressed on his ears. He looked at Aoi and shook his head, letting her know that they were out of Tekkadan's communication network.
He expected as much in the depths of the colony's maintenance zone, and instructed Dante to follow the original plan and sabotage safety and security systems even without direct order. Now, they just had to wait.
The shrill sound of alarm systems echoed through the room.
"Fire! Leave the area!" One of the guards ordered.
Orga gave Aoi a thumb up and smirked.
Perfect timing, Dante.
He moved after Aoi into the control section. It was blocked by the fire alarm system, but Orga used the hard token Dante had given him to restore the functions and call out the emergency train. Fast and soundless, it arrived in a couple of minutes.
Once again, Aoi entered the opened doors first, ensuring their safety; and Orga couldn't help but feel somewhat odd. He was protected by a girl. Not just by any girl. By his wife.
He should be the one to protect her.
The emergency train sped through the dark tunnel. Red numbers of the arrival countdown flickered in the dim light, mirrored in side windows, flashed on their faces.
Static noise reverberated through the headset. Distorted sounds and syllables slowly turned into Takaki's voice.
"...ga, do you copy? Over. Takaki in. Orga, do you copy? Over."
"Orga in. Copy you, Takaki. What's the communication status? Over."
"Takaki in. Glad to hear you, Boss. Dort 3 and Unit 3 is online. Connection with Isaribi is established. Working on synchronizing our other Units. Over."
"Orga in. Isaribi, how's it going? Over."
"Dante in. Compromising Gjallarhorn's communication network. Rebooting the system. Starting the virus. Over."
"Chad in. Getting pictures from street cameras. Observing the Central Alley. Demonstration is moving towards the HQ building. Ms Kudelia looks awesome! Over."
"Agurre in. Intercepting Gjallarhorn's local orders. They noticed troubles with communication. Switching through. Over."
More static scattered through the headset as Agurre transmitted Gjallarhorn's talks into Tekkadan's communication network.
"We lost contact with the command center, sir. Troubleshooting's in progress. Current orders?"
"We have to follow the plan. Stay put for now and fix the damn thing! What's with the Arianrhod Fleet? Did you contact them?"
"Connection is lost, sir."
"Damn it! Send reserve squadrons to the main square as fast as you can! And warn the guards inside the building!"
"There's no contact with them..."
"Then send someone! Don't just sit there on your ass!"
Dante's virus definitely caught Gjallarhorn off-guard.
"Orga in. That's enough for now. Agurre, keep an eye on them. Dort 3, give me the updates. Over."
"Kurtz in. Vantage points A and B, clear. No snipers so far. Vantage point C, in progress. Ms Fumitan says hi. Over."
"Mikazuki in. Going through the central alley. Everything's fine. Over."
"Ride in. Cleaning the escape routes. Gjallarhorn blocked only the main ones, as expected."
"Yamagi in. Nothing suspicious in the crowd. Over."
"Yamagi? What the hell are you doing over there? It's dangerous! Tekkadan can't risk you!"
Orga heard both agitation and anxiety in Shino's voice.
"Shino, I'm volunteered. Over."
More static and noises crept into his headphones as the train downed its speed.
"Takaki in. All Units have been synchronized. Communication is established. Over."
Orga watched into the darkness behind the train's window.
"Orga in. All Units, radio check. Over."
"Akihiro in. Unit 1, here. Over."
"Dios in. It's Unit 5, we will do our best, Boss! Over."
"Masahiro in. Unit 4, here. Over."
"Eco Turbine in. Greetings from Unit 6. Nice to hear you guys. Over."
"Shino in. Wow, I've just heard a girl's voice on the radio! Awesome! Unit 3 is online. Over."
"Eugene in. Unit 2 hears you, Boss, loud and clear. Over."
The emergency train pulled up to its destination. Following Aoi, Orga moved out of the opened doors on the pristine metallic platform. Unintentionally, he stopped in his tracks, marveling at the glorious sight of the colony through the transparent panel.
The colossal world rotated around its axis, shining bright with water reservoirs and greeneries, with downtowns and luxurious residential areas, with its own thin and blurry clouds. Comparing to it, Saisei looked like a child's toy.
Dort 3 HQ building was almost straight under his feet now, but from such height Orga could only discern the multicolored spots. All the details got lost in the distance.
It was hard to imagine the force powerful enough to drive the colony even an inch away.
Just me should be enough.
Orga blinked and strode to the elevator where Aoi was waiting for him. The door behind them closed smoothly and quietly, sealing up the tiny glassy capsule.
"Orga in. Isaribi, updates. Over."
"Chad in. Street cameras show Gjallarhorn increasing the number of guards outside. Be careful out there, Mikazuki. Over."
"Dante in. Taking control over Dort's broadcasting. Over."
"Agurre in. That virus made quite a panic. Gjallarhorn still didn't detect it. They're checking out communication devices for spoilage or traces of sabotage. Over."
Elevator smoothly moved to the surface.
"Orga in. Dort 3, updates. Over."
"Mikazuki in. We're reaching the central square. No trouble so far. Over."
"Yamagi in. Everyone's calm and easy. No suspects in the crowd. Over."
"Kurtz in... Vantage point C... Clear... It's been an honor..."
"Fumitan in. Field medic to the C point, asap. Boss, I'll keep going according the plan. Alone. Over."
Orga sighed. Obviously, Fumitan used Kurtz' comms to send her message but without the Alaya-Vijnana she was out of their communication network; and her mission was too important to leave it without support.
"Orga in. Who's near vantage points D and E? Over."
"Elgar in. Vantage point E. Over."
"Ling in. Vantage point E. Over."
"Gary in. Vantage point D. Over."
"Orga in. Ling and Gary, support Fumitan at points E and D, respectively. Her mission is your priority. Agurre, any talks about snipers' elimination from Gjallarhorn? Over."
"Agurre in. Gjallarhorn keeps silence. But their communication is dysfunctional on many levels due to virus. Most likely, nobody knows."
Orga leaned on the transparent elevator's wall and absentmindedly adjusted his headset.
"Orga in. Dante, what's with the broadcast? Over."
"Dante in. Switching the channels. Preparing to start the broadcast. Mr Hizamaru, ready when you are. Over."
"Orga in. Guys, don't cut me out. I need to hear that live report, too. Over."
Several clicks and cracks cut through the headset; and then calm and well-trained voice of the reporter boomed in the dynamics. Aoi snuggled her head closer to Orga, to overhear the news.
"This is Akari Hizamaru, ex Dort Independent News reporter, live from the central square next to African Union Public Enterprise Dort Company HQ building. My team is the only one who received the accreditation to highlight the current events, though through the unusual perspective. Other journalists weren't allowed to speak up. Even my team has to be satisfied with street cameras footage, for safety reasons."
"Gary in. Vantage point D, clear. Ms Fumitan is on her way to the last one. Over."
"As you can see, lots of people gathered today in front of the said building. Judging by the clothes, most of them are Union workers, though there are plenty of others, including kids and elders. Now, let's try to find out what's going on. Camera 3, focus, please."
On the halfway down, Orga was already able to get a perfect view of the central square. Lots of people crowded the place, filling all the possible spots; Gjallarhorn's soldiers and Mobile Workers took their place before the building, protecting the main entrance.
"Chad in. Looks like we've got the attention. Gjallarhorn is sending troops to the transmission tower. People are crowding before the outside screens to watch the news. Over."
"Agurre in. Confirming Gjallarhorn's plan to storm the transmission tower. They've just sent two squadrons. Over."
"Dante in. Not so fast, huh. I blocked access to the transmitting equipment. Over."
"Orga in. Doing great so far, guys. All Units, get ready. Provocation might happen any moment now."
The journalist's narrative continued to play in his ears.
"Looks like Ms Kudelia Aina Bernstein spearheads the demonstration. It's the unusual twist in the stream of the latest events considering the stand between the Union workers and upper management. Instead of expected armed revolt, we are observing the peaceful - at least, for now - demonstration of people who want nothing but fight for their rights, legally. Obviously, the image of so-called Maiden of Revolution, the famous figure of Mars Independence Movement, should bring more attention to the sore problem of labor conditions in Dort colonies."
Elevator stopped at the poorly lighted platform. Following Aoi, Orga stepped on the hard bricks of colony's surface. Familiar thrill of upcoming battle rushed through his veins, exciting, intensifying all his senses.
"Orga in. Block the transport. Over."
"Dante in. Blocking transportation hub. Over."
"Mikazuki in. Provoker is on my seven. Ten meters away. Over."
"Orga in. Everyone, wait. Mika... Kudelia's safety goes first. Over."
"Ling in. Vantage point E, clear. Mission accomplished. All snipers have been eliminated. Ms Fumitan is on her way to Ms Kudelia. Over."
Orga calmly put a hand on Aoi's shoulder, bringing her closer. The reporter's voice hummed in his headset again.
"Camera 5, close up, please. It's a pity we don't have a sound from the site, Ms Bernstein's speech most definitely deserves our full attention. But the light of hope on those people's faces speaks better than any words. Their enthusiasm is terribly contagious; and I'd give anything just to continue my story from the heart of events, whatever the danger.
Camera 4, focus, please. Gjallarhorn guards don't interfere, as you see. Looks like their current order is to observe situation and prevent troubles.
Camera 3, general view, please. It seems, the crowd became even larger, it's hard to tell how many people came here today, maybe, two or three thousands. Now, Mr Navona Mingo takes word. He's known for voicing Union workers' concerns to the upper management; however, until today nobody listened to him.
Camera 5, focus, please. Wait. I think I see an armed person over there. Just a bit on the left; he's dressed in workers' uniform. Yes, he's got a gun. He points it towards Ms Kudelia. It's a murderous assault! Several people try to cover the Maiden of Revolution; someone pulls her to the side, one guy runs ahead to cut the armed man off and successfully knocks the gun out of his hands. A brawl starts.
Camera 5, close up! Ms Kudelia looks terrified! A girl next to her falls down! Is that... blood?.."
Tekkadan Leader took a deep breath.
"Orga in. Everyone, operation begins. Over."
"Dante in. Activating fire alarm system in the HQ building. Get ready for some chaos, guys."
"Mikazuki in. Taking Ms Kudelia and Mr Mingo to safety. Over."
Orga didn't need to hear the live report anymore. He knew what was going to happen.
"Camera 4, focus! Gjallarhorn opens fire. They shoot unarmed civilians. They prepare several Mobile Workers. Are they planning a total massacre?..
Camera 5! People run and crawl in every direction to escape the gunshots. They even use lamp poles as hideouts! Now, what's going on in the HQ building? All doors are opening! People are running outside! Is that emergency evacuation? Is there a bomb in the building?
Camera 4. Gjallarhorn has to cease fire. Top management personnel from Dort HQ is filling the square and blending with the crowd. It's total mess over..."
From the backside of Dort HQ building, Orga and Aoi heard everything: The stunning shrieks of fire alarm, dry crackles of gunfire, screams and cries of panicked crowd.
Such a familiar accompaniment.
"Dante in. Gjallarhorn took the transmission tower. Our broadcast has been shut down. Over."
"Ride in. People are leaving the square. Don't worry, Boss, we'll keep Gjallarhorn busy here! As long as it takes! Over!'
"Orga in. Everything's according the plan. We're going inside. Over."
Tekkadan Leader glanced around. There was no one to notice them.
He leaned closer to Aoi.
"There's something I want to ask you." Orga uttered quietly. "Something that you, and only you, can do. Not as my wife but as Tekkadan."
His hands stroked her shoulders and slid lower, down to her breast and armpits. He pulled out her guns and checked them out, clicking the clips out and pushing them back, staring deeply into those anthracite orbs.
Aoi parted her lips but Orga pressed a finger against soft mouth, silencing her.
"I want you to walk inside that building. I want you to clean the path for me. I order you to kill everyone who tries to stop us. Except the Big Boss on the top floor. He's mine. Got it?"
Aoi nodded. Charcoal eyes never left his.
He slid her guns back into the holsters.
"I'll be right behind you."
His arms coiled around her waist almost against his will, pressing them together tightly in a wild embrace.
"As your husband, I can only plead you to stay alive." Orga whispered.
She smiled softly. "Don't you worry."
Her warm, trusting gaze magnetically pulled him in, closer. His lips found hers and locked them in a passionate, desperate kiss.
Orga took out the drug injector.
Placed it next to her neck.
Slowly squeezed the stimulator in.
Aoi pushed him away. Hard.
Her glassy orbs lacked any emotion. They were focused, sharp, calculating. Inhuman.
She observed the building. Her words dropped like metal nuts. "Stay back."
Orga didn't want to see such stare again, ever. Not in this life, not in all his next ones, considering he'd ever have those.
He knew his wishes had never mattered.
Tekkadan Leader followed his wife.
Orga walked.
Through the empty hall, filled with the abundant amount of bodies, upon the shattered glass and plastic, his boots stained with blood. His pants stained with blood.
He walked, accompanied with distant gunshots and cries, pleas of his enemies; and corpses in various stances marked the path of the black storm he had set free.
Orga walked.
Up the stairs and along the hallway, trying to avoid stepping on empty shells and still limbs. He didn't stop for a second, even when the sound of close explosion shook the walls around him.
He walked, armed only with the communication headset circling his head, powered with voices of his comrades.
"Eco in. Unit 6, the reactor is under control. All guards have surrendered. Over."
"Shino in. Unit 3, heavy resistance in the maintenance area. Over."
"Akihiro in. Unit 1, the reactor is under control. Over."
"Masahiro in. Unit 4, we're playing hide-and-seek here. Almost done. Over."
"Eugene in. Unit 2, the reactor is under control. Over."
"Dios in. Unit 5, got a struggle here, need more time. Over."
"Mikazuki in. Ms Kudelia's in safety. Over."
Orga walked.
Through the debris and ruins she had left behind, his mind focused on every point of the battlefield, as always.
He didn't hesitate to enter the next hall, where Aoi was wrecking the havoc now, shooting in constant motion, rolling and swirling and roaring like the thunder she was. The girl suddenly knelt facing him, and Orga looked straight into the barrel of her gun.
A smirk played on his lips when her bullet brushed against his hair finding its way to the man behind him.
"Agurre in. Gjallarhorn has detected our virus. They communication is still down. It'll take some time to restore it."
Orga walked.
Into the empty labyrinths of dark corridors and small spaces of storages and utility rooms, led with the song of her guns. For the space rat he was, there couldn't be the better melody.
The gunshots were deafening in the closed walls of the building but Orga could care less. The familiar heat of the battle pulsed in his veins, in his ears.
"Masahiro in. Unit 4, the reactor is under control. Over."
"Dios in. Unit 5, the reactor is under control. Over."
"Shino in. Unit 3, buy me some time, Boss! Almost done! Over."
"Ride in. Gjallarhorn opens fire, again. They don't care about hurting the management anymore. They shoot everyone who moves. We can't take the wounded away from the square... Yamagi! Watch out! Damn it!"
Orga walked.
Straight into the large and crammed workspace, among the crashed furniture and damaged electronics, his boots steadily stomped over stained floor tiles.
Without stopping in his tracks, he watched Aoi, who was gracefully moving under the shower of bullets, dancing in the rapid fire with the inhuman speed and agility.
He grinned animalistically.
Invincible.
Orga walked.
Through the colonnade, along the row of tall windows, upon the shattered glass, wind fondling his hair.
He marveled at the sight of the deadliest beauty waltzing around him.
He watched her face, calm and emotionless, as her body took the slightest pause each time before the shooting, as her every motion sang an ode to the legendary art of gun-kata.
Unstoppable.
"Shino in. Unit 3, the reactor is under control. Over."
Orga walked.
Into another large hall, to the left and up another stairs, onto the last stage.
Time walked along, exhausting her with each passing minute, draining her power out, pushing her closer to death.
As if him sending her on the front line wasn't enough. As if each and every of those whining bullets wasn't ready to end her life.
And Orga walked. With his head held high. With his back straight. With his shoulders wide.
Without doubting her for a single moment.
"Orga in. All Units, start the manual override. Over."
Orga walked.
Across the large luxurious room stuffed with books from floor to ceiling. Over the dark purple carpet stained with blood. Straight to the massive, wooden table in the far end of the room.
A blond, thickset man was sitting at the table, calmly puffing his cigar. Orga had expected a lot, panic or violence, but not this cold halcyon composure.
"Control panel. For the reactors." He barked.
The man didn't move a muscle.
"Eco in. Unit 6, ready. Over."
"Eugene in. Unit 2, ready. Over."
"Akihiro in. Unit 1, ready. Over."
Tekkadan Leader strode closer, leaned over the table and watched the man straight in the eye. "Move. Or I'll..."
"Masahiro in. Unit 4, ready. Over."
"Dios in. Unit 5, ready. Over."
Aoi's back thumped against his spine, weak, quivering. He felt her slowly sliding down his frame. He heard her empty guns hitting the floor. Her knees hitting the floor.
They were running out of time.
"Shino in. Unit 3, ready. Over."
All of them were waiting for him.
Orga clenched his teeth. "Or I'll shove that stinky Churchill up your ass."
The crack of wide opened doors behind him made Orga's blood freeze. Maybe, Aoi missed some guards on the way here; maybe, they had planned it from the start and kept hidden somewhere during the massacre. It didn't matter now. Death was breathing down his neck again; and this time there was nothing he could do.
This time Mika wasn't by his side.
Orga reached out for the man's throat.
The familiar, deep sound of Mika's gun awakened a wild smirk on his face.
One. Two. Three.
The well-known sound of bodies falling on the floor.
Silence.
A quiet thump of her small figure falling on the carpet.
Orga gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white.
"Control panel." He repeated without looking back.
The man shrugged. The bookcase behind him slid aside, baring the large black screen. With cold curiosity he watched as Tekkadan Leader moved to the panel and connected a small device to the port. Strings of bootstrap and initial configuration ran over the screen.
The man puffed a smoke. Orga let himself to glance around the room. To glance at her.
Aoi was laying still on the purple carpet, her right hand locked tightly around Mika's gun. At first sight, she didn't differ much from her victims, pale and unnaturally motionless; but Orga's attentive stare caught the small shifts of her body.
Briefing.
He needed to inject her with the meds Subaru had given him, fast.
He needed to prove Tekkadan's serious intentions first. Or everything would be for nothing.
And Orga waited until the large command flared on the black screen. Then, his single touch sent all the colonies into overdrive. The light in the building - everywhere - blinked and restored with less brightness as alternative power sources turned on.
Ahab reactors powered up the engines.
Orga strode to Aoi and pushed the first-aid auto-injector down her neck.
"Mika... All clear."
"Orga. Gotcha."
He picked up Mika's gun and casually swung it in his hand. Tekkadan Leader returned to the table, nonchalantly sat on the edge of it and tilted his head back. "Now, we can talk, Mr Frederick Arthur."
The blond man puffed a smoke right into Orga's face.
"I must admit, you piqued my interest, young man. Such an energetic entrance and quite an unpredictable finale. Now, what do you wish to discuss?"
Orga took the headset off and pushed Mika's gun deep into his pocket.
"Teiwaz' lease-purchase contract for Dort 6." He pushed the tablet towards the man. "And economic independence for the rest of Dort colonies."
Frederick Arthur lazily scrolled the document down. "So, you do represent Teiwaz. I thought as much. However, your intelligence support and that... abomination on my carpet can't be of Teiwaz' origin." His fingers tapped mindlessly over the tablet. "Looks like Gjallarhorn split up in the upcoming fight for Mars. Right?"
"I'm not interested in satisfying your curiosity." Orga tightened his lips.
"And that's your loss." The man twisted his mouth into a thin smirk. "Though, most likely, you know nothing. You're just a pawn in a big game. A tool. However, sometimes even a pawn turns into a queen. Don't frown on me, young man, I'm talking chess terms, not anatomic. The King suits you better?"
"Whatever." Orga shrugged and moved to Aoi. "I'm not here to negotiate."
Mika... Hurry up. Let Navona, Savarin, Biscuit and Kudelia deal with that annoying dickhead.
"It was you who crushed the heads of Leviathan and gave it as food to the creatures of the desert." The man cited.
Orga flinched. Even the air in the room seemed to shrivel up, as if sensing the darkened ghost of archaic, unimaginable beast. Leviathan.
The Dort's Head lazily puffed on his cigar. "Homo homini lupus est. That formula is as old as the humanity itself. Man to man is an arrant wolf. Or, as Thomas Hobbes would put it, bellum omnium contra omnes. The war of all against all."
The man slowly stood up, walked around the table and leaned on it.
"Such society is doomed, of course. War brings wreck and destruction. Regress instead of evolution. So, in order to thrive, all individuals must give up on some of their rights. In exchange, the authority of sovereign will protect them from death and violence. Like biblical Leviathan, such sovereign is a necessary evil for the human society."
Orga frowned. Angled an eyebrow. "What if that sovereign of yours is corrupted? What if it doesn't serve and protect as promised?"
"Look around." The man gestured, circling the room. "Here lies your answer."
Orga's stare involuntary followed his hand, counting a dozen of corpses, and returned to Aoi's still form.
"I accept your offer." Frederick Arthur said, putting out his cigar. "As I see it, Gjallarhorn reinforcement won't appear. Arianrhod Fleet is anywhere but here. Obviously, my sovereign betrayed me." He folded hands on his chest. "Believe it or not, I put enough efforts into Dort colonies to watch it all go in vain. I'm not interested in unleashing the blood bath furthermore. And you aren't bluffing. I can see it in your eyes."
The blond man smirked. "Also, I can see that you can't be bribed or threatened. And you're too honorable to betray your bosses or subordinates. Even if they deserve that. So, there's no alternative for me but to accept your offer."
Orga tilted the head, letting the hair fall upon his right eye. "True."
"I'm ready to sign Teiwaz' contract right away. But Dort 6 will stay here, in Lagrange 2. At least, until the leasing payments will be done." The man returned to his sit behind the table.
"Acceptable. Let's seal the deal."
Mr Arthur took the tablet. Frowning, scrolled the document once again. "Here you are. I see, Teiwaz also insists on temporary non-disclosure. Suits me just fine."
"As for Dort economic independence, I wouldn't hurry to announce it. Especially under current circumstances. People will need a reasonable explanation of everything what happened today. I doubt they'd welcome said independence as a result of terror and violence. And don't forget about Gjallarhorn. They'll need an explanation, too." Cold eyes watched Orga imperturbably. "Also, I need a word with the Head of Dort Enterprise on Earth. We have to make this situation profitable for everyone to prevent the escalation of the conflict."
"What do you suggest?" Orga glared at the man.
"That I'm your only chance to hold the situation under control. And I'll gladly cooperate." Dort's Boss smirked. "If the price is right."
"What do you want?" Orga spat out.
"I keep my position as Dort's Head. I keep my team of executives. Union workers choose representatives who will join the administration rightfully. I'll satisfy their requests. In exchange, the Independent Mars will grant discounts for grain trades with Dort."
Orga tightened his lips. He couldn't make such decision on his own. It went far beyond his competence in current economic and political situation.
"That's... discussable." He forced the answer out.
The sound of the opening door made Orga turn around swiftly. Mika walked inside and strode straight to Orga. Kudelia, Biscuit, Savarin, Navona and one of his deputies, Katsuya Honda, went after him.
Orga smiled tiredly. Two heavy guns looked unusually large in those small, still somewhat childish hands. "Mika."
His best friend returned the smile. "Orga."
The man smirked. "Let's start the discussion, then. I guess everyone in question is here."
The infirmary was full with wounded men and women, both Tekkadan members and Union workers. All Medical Nanomachines tanks were occupied with heavily injured people. Glancing inside one of those, Orga noticed the long blond strands of hair which could only belong to Kurtz.
Subaru and Merribit worked together in fast and accurate cooperation, treating dangerous bullet wounds; Atra, Fiji and several other guys were helping with bandaging less threatening cuts and traumas.
Among the moans and cries of pain, Orga felt himself out of place.
Subaru didn't even glance at him. "Shot?"
"No, I'm fine. It's Aoi..."
"Gotcha." Something clinked over the metal surface of the monstrosity that had been turned into surgery table. "Medi-gel. Stitches." He nodded to Merribit and stepped to the one of his cabinets to pull out a portable infusor pump. "Here. Let Fiji handle it and get out."
Tekkadan Leader obediently left Aoi under Fiji's care and exited the room. In the hallway he leaned against the wall opposite the doors, intending to wait as long as needed.
His mind was numb with tiredness.
His body was paralyzed with dull pain.
His thoughts were still back in the building, surrounded with death.
Orga opened his eyes to the soft cough. Most likely, he had blacked out for a short time.
"Hey." Biscuit smiled softly. Savarin next to him looked downwards.
"Losses?" Orga glanced at his friend.
"None in Tekkadan. For now, that is." Biscuit rushed to answer. "Six are heavily wounded. About ten guys got off easily, just cuts and grazes. Turbines are safe and sound."
"Locals?"
"Forty one dead. Twenty three at the central square, others in the reactor areas. About one hundred wounded."
Orga tsked and shook his head disapprovingly. The number was larger than he had expected.
Biscuit sensed his disappointment right away. "Could have been much worse. If they were armed, Gjallarhorn would use Mobile Workers; there would be even more victims..."
"I know." Orga shoved hands in his pockets. "I know."
"The medical aid is in progress. Turbines' personnel are doing their best. And... I guess you already visited Subaru."
"Yeah."
"Then... There's nothing I can add." Biscuit glanced at his brother. "Savarin finished all the paperwork concerning the new colonies' status. Mr Arthur signed everything. They discussed the job conditions, too. The new rules will take effect in the next accounting period."
"Thank you for your help, Mr Canele." Orga tilted his head in an approving nod.
"No, thank you, Mr Itsuka. You gave me a chance to make my dream come true. Perhaps, for the first time in my life."
Orga lowered his head, hair falling upon the right eye. "Then, let me wish you all the best. The real fight for Union workers has just started; they'll need your skills and spirit."
"Yeah, about that, actually..." Savarin averted his stare, hesitating to continue.
"Orga." Biscuit watched Orga straight in the eye. "Savarin can join Tekkadan, right? He's an expert when it comes to labor and employment rights."
"The truth is, I think Dort workers don't want me here. They don't trust me. It's pretty understandable since I've been ignoring their requests for years." Savarin glanced downwards. "I talked to Navona. They have specialists of my class to substitute me."
"So far, you've been a great help for Tekkadan." Orga smiled. "Your knowledge and expertise can be very useful. But what's more important, you are a part of our family."
Orga reached his arm out for a handshake.
"Thank you, Boss." Savarin shook the hand firmly. "Then, I'm heading to the bridge to report."
Both Orga and Biscuit watched him stroll down the hallway.
"Thank you, Orga. For giving Savarin a chance." Biscuit said quietly. "Honestly, I doubted him. Still do, actually. Let me keep an eye on him."
"No need. He's sincere." Orga put his hands in pants pockets. His stare returned to the medical bay's doors.
"Are you... going to wait here?" Biscuit asked hesitantly.
Orga shrugged.
Silence fell between them.
"She's gonna be okay. Mr Subaru knows his job." Biscuit tentatively touched Orga's elbow.
Tekkadan Leader turned to look at his friend. "Biscuit... You think there was another way?"
Biscuit hid his face under the cap. "Well..."
"I... care about her. And yet, I gave that order. I'm no better than those Gjallarhorn fuckers who created her."
Orga was certain he would never forget Aoi's emotionless, cold-blooded stare.
"She wants to protect Tekkadan. All of us do. You know that." Biscuit tapped Orga's shoulder. "Look, Orga... You did great. Your plan worked out the best way possible."
Orga turned away. "I know. I just wish... it was me paying the price."
"Like back on Mars, when you used to take all the beatings?"
Tekkadan Leader hung his head, looking down. "Yeah. I know, Biscuit. We do our best, all of us. And I keep telling myself it's for our dreams come true. But what if it's actually about my dream?"
Biscuit parted his lips to object, but in this moment Fiji opened the infirmary door.
"Done." He said. "Let her rest until she wakes up."
Orga took Aoi in his arms. She felt small and somewhat lighter than usual. He searched her face for any sign of discomfort but it was inhumanly, deadly still.
"You'd better get some rest, too." Biscuit said. "Let me take it from here. I can be very competent and efficient." He smiled supportively.
"Thanks, Biscuit." Orga uttered quietly and strode down the Isaribi hallways.
In his arms, Aoi felt cold and still. So cold and still, he doubted both Subaru's competence and drugs' effectiveness for a moment. He had to stop and check on her pulse.
It took him a while to find it.
Probably, the worst while in his life.
He sighed with relief when the slow, weak rhythm throbbed under his fingers.
Orga turned around the corner.
Eugene was standing opposite the door of her quarters, his face clouded with dark fury.
"She's nothing but a tool for you, right?" He spat angrily. "She loves you! You! And you're just using her! God, how can you live with yourself?!"
Orga didn't answer. Instead, he started to push keys to open her door lock.
Eugene stepped closer and put a hand on his shoulder, gripped it tightly. "You didn't even have the decency to keep your dick in your pants."
Orga gritted his teeth. Turned to face Eugene, stared at him coldly.
"Aoi is my wife. Respect that." He narrowed his eyes. "My plan worked out perfectly. Respect that too or get the fuck out."
Eugene stepped back. Blinked. "There must have been the other way!"
"There always is. I chose the safest one." Orga pushed the door open. "I'll be here if anyone needs me."
He entered the small room leaving confused Eugene behind.
Without turning the lights on, Orga collapsed on the floor, cradling Aoi in his arms. Bitterness was pumping though his veins, eating his heart away. He pressed his lips against her cold forehead.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. He couldn't let anyone hear that, even her. Especially her.
Orga freed black silken tresses from the tight bun and buried his nose into her hair, breathing in the familiar aroma.
Both of them smelled like blood and iron and gunpowder. Like death itself.
"I'm sorry." He gritted his teeth.
He carried Aoi to the narrow bunk, laid them both down and tugged her close, trying to wrap her small cold body in his warmth.
Her face was still like a mask.
Her limbs were completely limp.
"I'm sorry." He breathed out and closed his eyes, trying to hold back acrid tears.
The exhaustion fell over him like a warm heavy blanket; and soon Orga was unable to resist the sleep.
Orga wakes up to the explosion.
The sound sends him on his feet and to the barrack's door before he even realizes what's going on. And of course, Mika is already there.
"Mining field." The boy says quietly. He takes a deep sniff of the cold air. "A couple of men from the First Group. Blowed themselves up."
In the dark of Martian night, Orga sees nothing. It's at least three hours before the dawn, and the starlight isn't enough to clear up the situation. But Mikazuki's assertion seems reasonable without visual approval. In CGS, they don't have usual safety standards for the mining drill; there's no schedule or detailed maps or even person responsible for the task. It seems that the whole thing exists only to keep the Third Group busy.
No wonder someone forgot about the mining field. Or never knew in the first place.
Meanwhile, the CGS base is slowly waking up. Everyone from the Third Group is on their feet already; and the light in the near by barracks has been switched on. Soon, the floodlights from the guard towers start to slide over the surface.
Orga winces.
One of the floodlights is over the mining field, harshly illuminating disfigured body parts.
"You shitheads!" Haeda Gunnel, leader of CGS' First Group, rushes to the Third Group's barrack. "Didn't I order you to unmine the damn shit?! Where's that fucked up leader of yours, what's-his-name? Sega?"
"Saga." Orga corrects. "Diseased. Two days ago."
He pauses. Saga was at least two years older and much more experienced than any of them. Someone should have taken his place as a new leader but they didn't really know how to choose.
"I'm the new leader." Orga says simply, and nobody protests.
Gunnel's fist doesn't protest, either. It meets Orga's face fiercely, sending the boy to the ground.
The new Third Group's leader senses familiar taste of blood in his mouth and uses tongue to check out his teeth.
"Perhaps, you forgot." Orga continues, rising up to the feet. "Your order was exactly the opposite. To mine the field."
Gunnel's boot doesn't hesitate to kick him in the abdomen, and Orga is down on his knees, trying to get some air into his lungs.
"Repeat that bullshit again, and I'll kick the crap out of each and every one of you, you worthless space rats!"
Orga stands up again and smirks straight into Gunnel's face.
"Just me should be enough." He says.
Orga woke up with a startle.
Worries about Aoi made his nap restless and uneasy; but looking at her now, sleeping peacefully under the stable flow of medications from the infusor pump, put him at ease. Her pulse felt strong and steady; her skin color returned to normal; her body was warm and soft.
Orga sighed with a relief.
Waking up next to her calm and ease form seemed like an undeserved luxury, no matter the circumstances.
He leaned in to kiss one charcoal eyebrow; and a small smile appeared on her lips, tempting him to stay here just to watch her sleep.
He couldn't.
There were too many unresolved issues which demanded his supervision.
Orga leaned against the cold wall of a shower stall, shivering under the cool streams of water.
Maybe, she'd like to share her room with me. Then, I'd wake up next to her every morn'...
In the mess hall, he took the usual cup of coffee and a piece of cornbread. The large screen someone had put on during the tournament was still on its place and working, showing the latest news from Dort 3.
"What about the official announcement from the Head?" Orga asked.
"I made a record for you." Atra nodded. "Biscuit said you might want to watch it."
"Thank you."
Orga calmly listened to Dort's Head official speech. Every word was a lie.
"Today, Dort security prevented the most horrible act of terror in the history of colonies. The extremists tried to damage the very heart of Dort Enterprise - the Ahab reactor in Dort 3 colony. They used the peaceful demonstration as a distraction, as bait for Gjallarhorn forces. They didn't disdain the vilest methods, such as provocation, misinformation and assault attempt. Thankfully, we were able to stop them. Most of the terrorists were killed during the arrest, but those who've been detained will be judged with full weight of the law."
Orga shook his head. Navona handed over the leaders of extremists. He tried to protest, at first, but Mr Arthur left him no choice.
I'd better remember this. About scapegoats. And the fate of those who can't be controlled.
"Also, I want to mention the unexpected help from Teiwaz' subsidiary, Tekkadan. Thanks to them, lots of innocent lives have been saved."
Suddenly, Orga realized that the Head of Dort had never asked his name. Or the name of his company.
"Tomorrow, I'll be holding a press conference. I've invited Union workers', Teiwaz' and Gjallarhorn's representatives; and together we'll try to answer any question and discuss the current security and social situation. We must build the better future, the world without terror and violence."
Orga drained his cup of coffee. The words were just another lie. But it wasn't his problem anymore.
"In the name of all innocent victims of that inhuman act, I want to declare mourning in all Dort colonies. In such hard times, let's support the living and pray for the dead. Thank you for your attention."
In silence, Orga stood up, nodded to Atra and moved to the bridge.
On the bridge Tekkadan Leader was met with the full size image of Naze on the screen.
"You kept me waiting, brother." Naze smiled smugly and took a sip from his flask. "On the other hand, now I know every little detail of your genius plan. Also, I found out that Tekkadan guys are pretty talkative."
"Good." Orga smiled in return and sat in his chair. "Now I won't waste my time on useless retelling."
"Yeah. You'll definitely need that time to prepare for a press conference." Naze took another swig. "Unlucky you."
"What?! I thought it would be you to represent Teiwaz!"
"Old Man thinks differently. And I agree with him. You're the hero of the day; I don't want to steal your thunder." Naze thoughtfully observed the flask.
"Teiwaz just wants to stay out of the limelight, right?" Orga gripped the arms of his chair and glared at Naze.
"Maybe. But for you it's a great opportunity. Think about it. Public attention might serve you a big deal in the future." Naze smiled widely. "Don't worry, I'll help you. Amida's already ordered a suit for you."
Orga closed his eyes. Public appearance before the mass media and official establishment had never been a part of the plan.
"Aniki. I'm afraid I can't..."
"You know, Amida has a perfect eye for size and colors. You'll like the suit. Steel gray classic. Cherry red tie." Naze smirked.
Orga licked his suddenly dry mouth. The wound on the lower lip had already sealed but the skin was still tender.
"I wouldn't know what to say." He said.
"Bullshit." Naze's face turned serious all of a sudden. "Dort 6 belongs to Teiwaz now. You definitely know what to say."
Orga sighed. "I need more info on the situation, then. Why Mr Arthur asked for the grain discounts? From independent Mars?"
"Someone forgot to do their homework." Naze grinned and tapped his fingers over the chair's arm. "Well, it's not the common knowledge but Dort Enterprise is on the edge of bankruptcy. The infamous events on Amalthea Grains ten years ago sent Dort's economy into recession. Prices for the grains skyrocketed. They started to buy grains from Mars; and it's mostly corn, as you should know. Dort had to adjust both the logistics and food processing manufactures. And now, when the Revolutionary Maiden began her journey, the stocks went crazy again. Everyone understands that independent Mars won't sell grains cheap. Dort needs all the money and discounts to stay afloat. But, if Ms Kudelia doesn't succeed in her mission, Mars won't become independent. Things will get back on their tracks. Your deal with Dort considering independence will be cancelled."
"Got it." Orga thought that the rumors about Teiwaz being the sponsor of Amalthea Grains strike were probably right.
"Actually, your role in this press conference is pretty small - to highlight Teiwaz' presence, nothing more. Ms Kudelia and Mr Mingo will be there, too. You can count on them, if things go south."
"Okay." Orga relaxed a bit.
"So, I'd invite you for a drink but..." Naze turned the flask upside down and shook it a bit. It was empty.
"Next time, Aniki."
Orga watched the glossy green leaves glistening with dew under the harsh light. "These ones grow fast."
"Uh-hm." Mika agreed, continuing to stare at the plants. "It's lettuce. Atra said she can make really tasty sandwiches with that."
Orga nodded.
His mind was still back in the Dort HQ building, experiencing every moment again and again.
"I kissed Aoi."
"I know."
"I want to give her a ring. For the marriage."
Mika stared at him intently. "Told you you'd like it."
Orga smiled. "How can you know me better than I do, Mika?"
"You're important." Mika popped a date seed into his mouth. "Always been."
Orga stretched on the floor next to his friend and closed his eyes. "And your intuition about her didn't fail. Because of her abilities, we were able to move so far."
"I asked you to make her stay because she was lost." Mika's voice sounded quieter than usual. "Just like me."
"Lost, huh. Oh, by the way..." Orga pulled the gun out of his jacket pocket. "Here. That's yours."
Mika took the pistol and swung it lightly in his hand as if checking the weight. "Guess I need to reload it."
"It saved my life. Again." Orga didn't bother to open his eyes. Mikazuki understood him perfectly.
"Good."