Stryker's War: A Galaxy's Edge Stand Alone Novel (Order of the Centurion Book 3) by Josh Hayes & Jason Anspach & Nick Cole

Author:Josh Hayes & Jason Anspach & Nick Cole [Hayes, Josh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Galaxy's Edge Press
Published: 2019-11-25T22:00:00+00:00

I only hope that my actions in battle reflect the values you raised me to hold dear.

15

Sergeant Talon dropped to a knee at the edge of the tree line, struggling to regain control of his breath. His bucket’s Battlefield AI had been flashing exertion warnings for the past ten minutes and the increased flow of purified oxygen no longer seemed to help. He dismissed the messages, then blocked any further similar notifications.

The pair of Gestori train crew dropped beside him. Lying on their sides, they gasped for air. The legionnaires practically had to carry the civilians, which slowed their progress considerably. The gray-skinned aliens didn’t sweat to stay cool nor did they have the endurance of trained legionnaires.

“Oba, that hurts,” Noshey said, favoring his leg. Stoma and Burga set him down gently. He’d taken a blaster bolt to the knee during their retreat, which, despite his armor, had rendered it all but useless.

Noshey held Burga’s N-4. The corporal had taken over the SAB and now had the large blaster slung over his back. Burga knelt, inspecting the field dressing he’d applied. “I’m sure it’s not up to Lancil’s standards, but it’s holding up.”

Talon’s battlefield AI received an update from Noshey’s bucket. There was a seventy percent chance the private would lose the leg if they didn’t get him to a medical facility soon.

Talon scanned the buildings, his HUD painting red circles on targets up and down the edge of the mining complex ahead. Workers leaned around corners, peering out of windows to see what the commotion was about.

Zeroing in on a tall building two blocks in, Talon tagged it and sent the highlight to the squad’s battlenet. He called his team over L-comm, seeking to get them regrouped and together again. “This is the rally point. We need some high ground. Lancil, take your team up to the right, we’ll move left.”

“Copy that.”

Talon turned and pointed at the Gestori. “You, help him.” He pointed to Noshey.

Surprisingly, the aliens didn’t object. They each draped a legionnaire’s arm over their shoulders and lifted him off the ground.

“Burga, you got point.”

“Roger that.”

“Ah, easy!” Noshey said, adjusting his one-handed grip on the N-4, hopping on his good leg as the Gestori walked him forward.

“You got this, Private?” Talon asked.

The leej nodded. “Feel the thunder, Sarge.”

“We are the storm,” Talon said.

Keeping low, the men of 1st Platoon crossed the clearing and entered the mining complex proper. Talon stayed a few paces behind Noshey and the Gestori, his N-4 at low ready, eyes scanning for targets. His HUD painted several dots on buildings and in the streets ahead, but the miners weren’t the targets Talon was worried about.

Not yet anyway, he thought, crossing an intersection quickly.

Gestori watched them from the roofs of buildings—gray-skinned heads, some still wearing their protective masks from the mines. On the second floor of the building ahead, Talon saw a worker speaking into a small handheld comm. The legionnaire’s stomach turned.

“Heads up,” he said on the squad’s L-comm. “I’ve got a guy with a comm, second floor, tan building on the right.

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