Venusian Uprising - A Military Hard Science Fiction Epic (Aeon 14 - The Sol Dissolution) by M. D. Cooper & Lisa Richman

Author:M. D. Cooper & Lisa Richman [Cooper, M. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Wooden Pen Press
Published: 2019-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

TWO IF BY SEA

STELLAR DATE: 3227475 / 06.05.4124 (Adjusted Gregorian)

LOCATION: SWSF Garrison, Hjerta Rainforest, Teka Continent

REGION: InnerSol, Sol Space Federation

Wren was waiting at the edge of the small clearing as the Damus landed. The AI was wearing a compact stealth battle frame, nanosheathed in jungle camouflage. Beside her, as promised, were two corpsmen with a stretcher between them.

Katelyn rushed through her post-flight, unclipped her harness, and headed for Rory at the hatch. Her sister had already deployed the ramp, and the corpsmen were on their way up as she knelt beside Rory’s jumpseat.

“I’m not completely helpless, you know,” the brunette snapped, just as one of the corpsmen tapped Katelyn on the shoulder.

“We’ll take it from here, ma’am.”

Katelyn saw her sister eye the two resistance soldiers appreciatively as she stepped back to make room. As one of them ran a scanner over Rory’s injuries, the other lifted her into his arms.

She looked back at Katelyn from over his shoulder, waggled her eyebrows, and winked. “Don’t wait up, sis.”

Katelyn snorted in response, a reluctant grin settling as she shook her head and followed them down the ramp.

Wren waved a greeting as Katelyn approached. “Nice to meet you in person. Hang on a sec.”

The AI spun, calling out instructions to the garrison’s flight service crews to secure the Damus and get the ship refueled.

That finished, Wren give Katelyn her full attention. Head cocked to one side, the AI somehow gave the impression she was smiling, even though the battleframe didn’t exactly lend itself to facial expressions.

“Sorry your arrival didn’t go as planned. The TSF sent in reinforcements. The 242nd Regiment’s back to full strength; the 8th Battalion did an orbital drop two days ago.” Her tone grew acerbic. “Took out a garrison of over fifteen hundred of ours a hundred klicks east of the city. They’re pushing hard to retake Tarja.”

Katelyn blew out a breath. “Well, that explains the warm welcome at the fuel depot, then.” She shot Wren a questioning look, waving her hand around. “Still intend to do more fighting, or are we now in strategic retreat mode?”

Wren made a noncommittal sound, and Katelyn took the hint, and stopped fishing for information.

“One of our company COs would like to debrief you,” Wren said a moment later. “She’s in the HQ tent, up ahead.”

Katelyn nodded and followed the AI through the entrance. The CO was leaning over a holo, discussing something with the two officers flanking her. She straightened, blanking the holo and giving Katelyn a sharp once-over when Wren announced her.

Jakobsen was one of those hardened, no-nonsense SWSF commanders she’d met a time or two back on Sedna. The woman’s face remained a stern, expressionless mask during Wren’s quick update. She nodded once, a quick jerk of the head, when Katelyn passed her the token for the ship’s holo of the skirmish, but otherwise, didn’t do anything more than grunt.

Jakobsen activated the recording, expression morphing into displeasure as the battle progressed. When she came to the moment the big Marine had

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