Hammersmith. Chapter twenty.

They fought well, but the sheer numbers of fighters from Earth were no match for the squadrons of Blue Clan fighters. The radio chatter from the pilots of the Earth air fighters were calling them dogfish fighters. Little sharks that bite hard and fast and get away. The Earth based jets and the ships they could muster barely made a dent. They got their land raid cruiser to the ground and land troops started fighting. It was time to try and capture some of them for info. That’s my goal.

“Get the big three off your flank and roll in the plasma cannons. Shoot to maim, kill of need be. We want one of them for our interrogators!” Captain Cass had woke up this morning next to her wife. She had spent a little extra time making breakfast,  then breakfast didn’t get eaten. She got called in to fight these blue guys. They looked like those Smurf things. Only they were way bigger and harder to kill. They were all well over six foot and built like tanks. The auto rifles did nothing. So they moved onto the plasma. They were only having a bit of a impact but it was better than nothing. She felt bad for the defenders inside the complex.

The whole SOL/SF building complex was a mess of rubble and laser and gun fire. They had landed the raiding craft right on top after bombarding the feeble defenses with mass accelerators. Fuck those things did a shitload of damage. I only seen them in action in training. We never thought anyone would get past our defense field. Tyr has given us a defense pattern to follow but it’s only minimizing the damage. Our Intelligence is clearly woeful. That makes this mission so important.

Cass jumped over the next bunker to the wall near the entrance. How many had they lost? Let’s see … Han, Poptin, Jau, Abarcombie, Salter, 5… She had 24 left in her little commando group.  That was just enough for this next step.

“Galler, got those big blues off your back now?”

“Yes Sir. We got them to fall back. We’re ready to do the deed.”

“Right, Tiller’s group and I will do the cover. Galler, your grip is to capture and fall back to my position. We don’t need more losses today. My bet is Tyr will move the heavies in any minute and blast the retrieval craft. My radio is out so we don’t know how long, so move it now!”

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