Full Metal Heroine_A Military Space Opera Adventure by Greg Dragon

Author:Greg Dragon [Dragon, Greg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thirsty Bird Productions
Published: 2019-03-31T22:00:00+00:00

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At one time, the temple of Merkaad must have been a wonder to behold. It was a massive tower, dwarfing the trees that spread out from it as the topmost astral room aimed to pierce the clouds. A wonder of modern architecture, it was supported by two statues of Meluvian monks, each 56 meters tall, their hands placed against the tower to make it appear as if they were holding it.

Now as Helga pushed through the trees, she saw one of the monk’s severed hands on the ground, completely covered in grass. Several meters in front of her was the tall, looming structure, the colossi support still doing their job.

To think that all of these trees and mountains have grown to consume the older generation, she thought. The Nighthawks had their mission, but the sights and smells of this, the real Meluvia, gave her a bigger appreciation of life and its possibilities.

Helga had no idea that structures like the one before her could be made with people power. Ancients drawing out the plans, and their slaves to haul the stone while their artists shaped it into something grand. Long years would have gone into building something like this, and while it would have seen activity for a century or more, it was still sad to see it all fall into disrepair.

She was about to approach it when she noticed an unsettling silence, and she ducked behind the giant hand and quickly armed herself. Closing her eyes, she listened intently. There was the subtle crack of foliage under boots, and Helga, kneeling behind the hand, shifted her weight to peer out between the thumb and forefingers.

She saw Raileo step into the clearing, his hawk eyes scanning the area for anything, and that was when she felt a pair of strong hands disarm her before lifting her up.

“Always watch your six,” someone whispered, and then let her down so that her feet could touch the ground. It was Cilas, who handed her back her pistol, and when she snatched it from him, she felt her knees go weak.

When she had felt his hands, she had believed it to be Wolf, who would have tracked her through the swamp to catch her sleeping. Her first instinct was to punch Cilas hard, right in the solar plexus where none of his muscles could save him, but instead she leaned against the stone hand, holstered her weapon and asked, “Where’s Tutt?”

“Tutt has gone ahead to track and see if he can locate the mark’s hideout,” he said. “He’s to be back within the hour while we hunker here and wait for him.”

Raileo Lei walked over and climbed the hand to sit on the edge of the thumb. Like Cilas, he looked worn, and there were scratch marks on his neck from where one of the flying creatures had nicked him. “Any contacts on your way here, Ate?”

Helga looked up at his mud-covered boots and relished the time when she’d be able to relax, pull off her own boots and let her feet breathe.

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