Fallen by Paul B Spence

Author:Paul B Spence [Spence, Paul B]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781929928224
Publisher: Asura Press
Published: 2014-07-03T22:00:00+00:00

Lt. Commander Hrothgar Tebrey was battered and shaken from the crash, but not too badly injured. His powered armor was made to protect him from worse injury than this. Hunter was bruised, but his location near the starboard wing ramp had saved him from serious harm. Most of the other marines aboard had been killed, however. Some of them had died when the missile struck the shuttle. The missile had come in on the port side, blew off a wing and destroyed half of the passenger compartment.

Tebrey had no idea how the pilot managed to crash land instead of just crash. She had brought the shuttle down mostly intact. Sadly, she hadn't survived for Tebrey to ask her how she did it, or to thank her. He did manage to drag six marines out of the burning wreckage and was running back in for more when the shuttle blew up.

The blast lifted from his feet and threw him into the volcanic rocks. His armor protected him from most of the impact, but it still hurt like hell. Okay, so maybe I didn't make it through the crash as unscathed as I hoped, he thought. He turned off the biomedical display; he didn't have time to be injured.

You okay? Hunter thought anxiously.

I'm fine. His ribs felt cracked. We've got to get moving.

Five of the marines were walking wounded, but the sixth had been badly torn up in the crash. Tebrey didn't think the man would live much longer, but he had other things to worry about. The sensors in his suit could detect the aircraft that had shot them down circling back around for a ground sweep.

They were too exposed where they were.

"Commander," called a hoarse voice.

Tebrey hurried over to the badly injured marine. One of the other marines stood and shook her head slightly as he arrived. The man was in too bad a shape to move. "I'm here, Sergeant. Don't try to move. Help should be on the way soon," he lied.

The sergeant smiled through the blood on his face. "Give me a rifle," he said. "We both know I'm not getting off this rock. Get my people as far away from here as you can and into safety. I'll do what I can to remedy our aircraft problem."

"That's suicide, Sergeant."

"I'm dead anyway, sir. We both know that. Let me make it count for something," he pleaded.

Tebrey nodded sharply and handed him one of the plasma rifles salvaged from the wreckage.

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