Behold: Humanity!: Relics & Legends by Ralts Bloodthorne

Author:Ralts Bloodthorne [Bloodthorne, Ralts]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Peeper Corner Publishing
Published: 2024-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

"A normal being will tell you, you cannot fight a planet, you cannot fight the tide, you cannot fight the changing seasons. A Mad Lemur of Terra will tell you: hold my beer." - Former Grand Most High Sma'akamo'o, from I Have Ridden the Hasslehoff

Yrklik stared at what looked like the edge of a soap bubble to his senses. An iridescent barrier that was thin but distorted what was beyond it. He could see a city in the distance, see grass and trees, see the road he was standing on surrounded by his warrior caste and servitor warriors that made up his attack group.

According to his psychic senses there was nothing beyond the soap bubble, but he watched as a bird above circled, half of its path entered the soap bubble before it exited a handful of seconds later.

The Overqueen had ordered him to enter the city, assault it with his force of two hundred warriors and five thousand servitor warriors. He had no vehicles, vehicles seemed to attract record numbers of anti-vehicle munitions as well as air strikes by strikers performing close combat runs so low that the graviton engines tore up the ground. He had no artillery, that had vanished in the white light of an atomic strike. He had no air support, none of the warrior caste devoted to air power survived longer than a half hour before being ripped from the sky.

Three weeks.

Three weeks he had been fighting for possession of the planet. Three and a half weeks since he had been thawed from his eternal slumber.

Three weeks and he still felt chilled. Still felt a lingering stiffness and chill in his ichor.

Three weeks of fighting with exactly jack and shit to show for it.

Yrklik considered himself lucky. Most of the Speakers that he had landed with were dead. He had been engaged in pitched battles twice and come out on top.

The primitives and mind-blank were extremely tough fighters that did not react with fear and panic to the psychic assaults of the Mantid warrior caste, or even the Speakers.

While normally, by himself, he should have been able to overwhelm the planet, the entire planet seemed to be full of psychic static. He could barely control a few hundred yards around himself, could barely keep the servitor caste at ease, could barely communication with his own people.

Of course, just his luck, he could still communicated with the Queens and the Overqueen.

**What is taking you so long?** the Queen in orbit asked.

**There is a type of psychic barrier here,** Yrklik answered. **As we approached artillery dropped and deployed submunitions and now there is a psychic barrier between the city and my troops.**

**Can you physically enter it?** the Queen snapped.

**Well, yes, but...** Yrklik started to explain.

**THEN ENTER IT AND ASSAULT THE CITY, YOU MORON!** the Queen yelled, making his shudder and his head wince with pain. Anxiety spiked as his limbic system pushed him to follow the queen's commands and his intellect told him to stay away from that bubble.

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