The Raid

“The Rat bites back,” Jayden spoke through tightly clenched teeth as he sliced through the second auxiliary guard’s armour and watched the purple blood roll out in gobs.

“Yes,” he continued to himself as he waited for the first wave of soldiers to attack, “and rats we are, living off of your technology, dodging your chemical traps, surviving your extermination wipes. And like rats in a corner we will kill to survive.” Jayden talked to stop his mind from focusing on the act of killing.  He talked so that he might taste the vile reasons that he killed as words on his tongue. He talked so that there would still be a reason. He only talked when he was fighting alone.

The second guard stopped shaking and lay still in death and in the final moment before the onslaught began, Jayden realized something was wrong. He could not place what it was, maybe it was just a hunch, maybe not, but something was not right here. For a second he wanted to pull back, call off the whole attack, but he knew that it was too late for that. So, trying to ignore the fear that was suffocating his stomach despite all the mental relaxing he had tried to do earlier, he sealed himself for what was to come.  He knew full well that it might be his death.

His shield was suddenly under very heavy fire--the lazar beams all swallowed with eerie soundlessness in his shield.  His hair stand up on the back of his neck and his flesh tingled from the close contact with the intense beams. But his shield held, of course. That’s what they were designed to do. Tested by those very weapons that fired on him now. He frowned deeply and he ran forward towards the row of soldiers that had formed before the rough-hewn gate of the outpost. There was no pride in using stolen weapons. 

As he ran forward, needing to get close enough to attack them with his sword, he noticed that they were not spreading out very much to meet him. Good. They were easer to kill with his sword when they were in a clump and couldn’t get a far enough angle to fire their lazars on him.

Once he was close enough, he drew his sword. There was pride in using this weapon. His eyes brightened as the familiar weight of it hissed through the air.

He was covered in the purple blood of the Zeldae and breathing heavily from exertion when his nose caught a whiff lilacs.  The scent sent his tight stomach into overdrive and he nearly threw up.  Now he knew what was wrong.  And it was definitely very wrong.

As he drove a deathblow into yet another Zeldae he took the risk to glance up.  Sure enough, there she was, standing on top of the wall a little ways off, watching.  Her blonde hair lay flat beside her pale and beautiful cheeks and her sharp eyes were staring at him while her mouth spoke quickly to the Zeldae commander who stood next to her. The dark orange armour of the Zeldae covered her slender frame just the way he remembered it.

 

His brief glance over, Jayden returned to the battle at hand, intense hatred pulling his muscles to tight control, deep loathing driving every blow home and desperate fear spinning him into fast motion.  He had no time to dial someone on his wireless radio—to call the raid off.  No chance to retreat, as they came at him from all sides now.  He fought his way ahead and barely realized in the fury of the battle that he had actually entered the outpost.

One of the Zeldae managed to kick the portable shield generator that was strapped to his chest, knocking the wind out of Jayden and breaking the mechanism, which failed instantly.   But they did not fire their lazars on him.  Strange.  The shield no longer hummed in his ears, but he was not dead. He finished off the Zeldae who had destroyed his shield and raised his sword to meet the next one, only to find that there wasn’t a next one.  The Zeldae had all fallen back out of the reach of his deadly black sword and formed a loose ring around him, their lazar guns aimed and steady. 

He slowly lowered his sword, refusing to allow his hand to shake.

“That’s right,” said the woman’s voice, coming from the wall where she still stood.  Only this time Jayden was inside the walls, “No more fighting.  I wanted to talk with you, but it is not that necessary.  If you fight any more, you will die.”

“I’d rather die than talk with a traitor,” said Jayden as he flung himself towards the closest Zeldae.  But before he reached the alien he felt a nasty prick in the back of his neck and blacked out.

The blonde woman who smelt of lilacs clipped her dart gun back onto her belt and came down the stairs, followed closely by a Zeldae commander. She stepped delicately over the purple corpses and came to stand over the still form of Jayden.

“I’ll question him before taking him back to the city,” she said. “Take him to the temporary holding cell.”

The End

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