ARMS Beckland's Fall: (Book 5) by Stephen Arseneault

Author:Stephen Arseneault [Arseneault, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: space battles, galactic empire, series, aliens, alien, intergalactic war, star wars, scifi adventure, action thriller, space travel, military scifi, scifi, adventure space, super human, scifi action adventure, alien worlds, space opera, scifi series, mens adventure, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, alien abduction, science fiction, military
Published: 2017-02-06T16:00:00+00:00

— Chapter 16 —

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Harris said, "Wish we had a comm to Alex."

"What do you need?" Tawn asked.

"We have all this equipment here that can produce jump fuel. Are there any parts we could take that would allow us to make our own? I'd rather take it if it's useful. As soon as this tanker is full, we'll be destroying the rest of this."

"We don't have a way to open a comm portal."

"We still have an hour of this negation field left. If we run one of the Legions out to the edge, it could make contact, ask the question, and possibly get back with a response before the field is fully gone. Might only give us ten or fifteen minutes to play, but having our own fuel-producing equipment would be priceless."

Tawn nodded. "Give it a shot. We can always cut short and leave."

Legion L3 was selected and was soon leading the eight full transport tankers, now piloted by eight worker bots, out to free space. At the edge of the field, a comm was opened to Midelon and Alex was summoned. Data recorded and stolen from the fuel complex was passed on and a list of vital equipment returned. The eight transports were piloted through a wormhole before L3 returned. The remaining four bots were put to work removing the equipment.

Tawn said, "We have seven minutes before a full collapse. I would expect the Denzee to then flood this space with warships. Five minutes and we should be pulling away from this place as we rip it to shreds."

Harris pointed. "Get back to the ship. I'll be right behind you once we get this unit separated. It's critical if we want our own fuel maker."

Tawn turned and headed away. "Three minutes. You’d better be on that ship or I'm leaving your ass."

Harris chuckled. "Yeah, OK."

The unit being worked was pulled from its housing.

Harris yelled, "Get it out of here. The rest of you, leave immediately! Time to go!"

The materials were carried to the docking bay and onto the Hailstorm. Harris turned to run toward the Bangor.

Tawn came over the comm. "I'm pulling out. Skip the run back. Just go with the Hailstorm!"

Harris stopped fifteen meters from the ramp. Looking back as it lifted. "Crap! W18! Drop that ramp! I'm coming with you!"

Tawn said, "Get moving! That field is almost gone!"

The ramp slowly lowered. Harris sprinted aboard. The ramp closed as the Hailstorm moved out into space. A hail of tungsten rounds began shredding the Denzee complex as the Hailstorm and the Bangor moved slowly away.

"Field is gone!" Tawn yelled.

"Jump away. We'll finish the job!"

Seconds later, the Bangor was through to Midelon space. The remaining bot fleet and the Hailstorm moved to destroy the final facility.

Harris walked onto the bridge. "Thirty seconds over. Let's get this finished up. We need space between us and this complex before we can open a wormhole."

A voice replied, "This is W8. Please be patient, Mr. Gruberg. The destruction of this facility is imperative to slowing the Denzees’ ability to move through our space.

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