Battle for the Confederacy Pt.V

Gato roared an unholy bellow and charged at the monster who had likely just killed Astarte. The other marines who were no longer occupied with Kazlum’s other sons followed his lead and charged forward. Within seconds the previously smug monster was assaulted on all sides by pissed off Hellworlders, and his previous arrogance was shortly replaced with rage.

Alwen ignored all of this and instead blindly charged across the alien throne room to where Astarte laid broken and unmoving. She had only just barely ducked past one of Kazlum’s frenzied tentacles who were no longer attempting to wrap people up, and were instead smashing down with the force of several boulders. She ran under the alcove to where Astarte was and propped up her head so that Alwen could reach her hand under her breastplate to take her pulse. For a second she felt nothing, and her heart felt like it might break, until she desperately pressed a little harder and a weak pulse. She was still alive.

Not wasting any time Alwen pulled out her Balus ?cut the leather straps that held her armor in place and released the magnetic seals to pull the plate mail away from chest. The Hellworlders had designed the armor to be hard to be removed in combat, but to a trained medic who knew the right tricks it was fairly easily to remove to render aid as fast as possible. Once the plate mail was off Alwen cut open her shirt, all her typical modesty went out the window as her eyes only professionally scanned her tones(toned) torso. Large purple bruises began to spread across her ribs and Alwen noted that she likely had broken ribs and a perforated spleen.

She pulled Astarte back away from the wall to lay her flat and jabbed an epidural into her blood stream just in case she regained consciousness. Alwen reached into the emergency pouch on her side and drew out another syringe that she promptly stabbed into the captains bruised chest. Inside the syringe was a miraculous compound the Terrans had developed to treat internal bleeding in emergency situations. It introduced Nano-polymers into the body that attached themselves to the wound and attracted blood cells to help clot the wound until proper medical intervention could be provided to the patient.

Right now the greatest threat to the captains life was her internal bleeding, her broken bones, concussion, and snapped ankle could all be treated later. The nano-particles gave her time to get the captain somewhere safe where she could better deal with everything.

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Gato was enraged, he wasn’t sure if he had ever been so pissed of in his life. Certainly not since some skinny little boy pulled a gun on Wendy, and killed the incredible warrior with only one lucky shot. He had torn the boy apart, and he would do the same to the monster before him.

Gato leapt up with the EM thrusters in his boots and brought his blade down into Kazlum’s shoulder. The beast beneath him roared, but Gato didn’t care. He didn’t care if he had to die to kill this monster, he was going to recklessly hack and slash at this cosmic mistake until either he or Kazlum was dead. Gato pulled blade out and tried to leap up to Kazlum’s massive head, but the monster ducked away and Gato flew over his head harmlessly.

“Gato!” Limey cried, “We need to use fire!”

“Fuck that!” he roared back. Fire would be to quick, and he wanted this thing to die slowly from a thousand cuts. And if a thousand wasn’t enough, he would use a million cuts.

Gato leapt up once more for Kazlum’s chest and brought his blade down to cut the monster from nape to naval.

~~~*~~~

“Well, Gato’s lost” Limey thought dismayingly. Time for him to take charge.

He studied the raging Kazlum and readied an incendiary for the gaping would on his chest that was healing with that white sticky goop of theirs, and stopped short.

An incendiary might not actually be enough to damage him, or at least not quickly. They had gotten lucky with the first one when it tripped on a broken pillar, and he wasn’t sure how greed ultimately got theirs. But while the goop was flammable, once the fire used up its fuel it burnt out harmlessly. The one they had killed had already stopped burning.

The fire would only be useful as a distraction while they tripped Kazlum and dissected his brain. Unfortunately their weren’t any conveniently placed tripping hazards around, and Kazlum refused to be lured away from his spot.

So if they couldn’t bring Kazlum to a knee knocker, then they would have to bring it to him. Unfortunately they hadn’t brought any rope along that could withstand the force of his feet. If only they had something long and rope like that could resist the force of an enraged Aunviry giant.

“Oh, would that work” he thought to himself as he laid eyes on one of Kazlum’s loose tentacle the Cap’n had cut off earlier. “And people say I’m not smart” he thought to himself.

“Oye, Greed and Wrath, grab that tentacle and wait for my signal” he called while pointing to the tentacle near Kazlum.

“What signal?” Kavic roared back.

Limey rolled his eyes “The one with all the pyrotechnics” he said as if that wasn’t obvious.

Kavic glanced at the tentacle and seemed to grasp his meaning and directed Wrath and Greed to pick up either end, while Loki and Gato continued to distract Kazlum.

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These pests were only growing more and more annoying. Their spirits should have been crushed after Kazlum had killed that annoying bitch who thought she could challenge him with the little blade of hers. But instead the big black furred one had only begun to charge at him with reckless abandon, as if he didn’t care whether he lived or died.

These Terrans were far to spiteful for their own good. If they had just laid down their weapons and fallen at his knees and begged for forgiveness after he killed their leader, then he would have considered letting them live as his new thralls. After stomping a few to vent his rage.

They had killed all his sons after somehow lighting their skin on fire! He would need to figure out how they managed that later. And the bombardment had long since stopped, which meant those useless Kruhur were still busy taking on their ships, despite drastically out numbering them. He had decided that the first planet to suffer at his hand would be that filthy rock they called Earth. He would repay every cut they dealt him a thousand fold, and bring them pain they had never known for a thousand years.

The angered Terran warrior jumped at him once more, and Kazlum stepped back to avoid his latest reckless chop. He was about to finally swat this little pest down like he had with that devil girl when a small insignificant object bounced against his chest. He would have ignored the small thing if it hadn’t durst into flames and ignited his chest in a raging inferno. He was stunned and surprised by the painful flames now licking up his chest, he tried to bat it away with his arms but was distracted by more annoying shots from their little guns. He stepped back to try and turn away from their gunfire when felt something pull taught against the back of his legs. He lost his balance and tripped backwards.

His enormous bulk shook the room around him and cracked the floors beneath him. He was about to lift his arms behind him to push himself up when a strange breeze of wind blew past his head and his arms no longer obeyed his commands. Seconds later he felt another breeze of wind and felt a slitting pain in his head. Again and again he felt the wind as something behind him chopped into his skull and mutilate his brain. He didn’t even get to see who had killed him before he felt his life flicker away.

~~~*~~~

Alwen had been terrified when a massive skull appeared just behind her and had shaken the floor so much that she fell to her rear. It took her only a second to realize the mass before her was Kazlum, and he wasn’t dead yet.

“KILL IT BONES!” Limey shouted from the other side of Kazlum’s mountainous bulk.

She didn’t think very long as she abandoned her patient and drew Makaze and hacked into his massive head. The monster who had been stirring earlier went still and Alwen brought Makaze around for another slash. She forgot all her lessons with Gato as she inartistically butchered the monsters skull. She hacked until there was a window sized hole into its head and Kazlum had let out his last breath. Just to be sure she dropped her sword, drew her pistol, and fired a full clip into the gooey matter of his brain.

She dropped the clip and pulled out her last remaining clip and was going to continue blasting away when a thick paw gripped her wrist and pulled her gun away from her target.

“What the hell do you think your doing.” Gato snarled.

“Making sure he’s dead” she snarled back.

“You have a patient to attend to. Or at least I’m assuming you weren’t trying to treat a corpse” He sneered sarcastically.

Alwen felt her blood go cold as she dropped her gun and rushed back to the barely alive Astarte. She had completely forgotten about everything in the heat of the moment. She rushed to Astarte and checked her pulse and breathing, she hadn’t worsened in the few short seconds Alwen had stepped away for. Astarte was now drenched in all the blood that had flowed out of Kazlum’s skull before clouting, which was certainly not sanitary.

“We need to move her, I’ve done everything I can from here, now she needs an operating table.”

Limey who had just jogged up frowned “The Astaroth is still out fighting the Kruhur. And there isn’t a surgical room in the Yard house. Where can we go.”

“We might be help with that” a mysterious voice said in accented English.

Alwen looked up to see a squad of unknown Terrans walking their way. They were wearing black combat vests like the one she had worn back on Femeri, and were all carrying long black rifles. Alwen stared for a moment before she realized that she recognized the one standing in front. He had been the orange haired and scarred server who brought them their beers at Clancy’s pub.

These people must be the Irish mob.

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Gato growled in the back of his throat as Domnal’s men approached them with their guns slung at their side. The one in front raised his hands defensively “Woah their kitty we’re on your side.” He said.

“Aye mate, no need to be racist” Limey quipped.

“The hell are you talking about” he shot the brit a dirty look.

“Its racist to call Feliniods ‘kitty’ mate”

“He’s a fecken cat, what else should I call him” he complained.

“Yeah, and your just a bunch of dirty potato humpin monkeys” Limey shot back.

“Now listen here tea sipen cu-“

“ENOUGH!” Gato roared and temporarily shut up the eternal spat between Irish men and the English. “You have three seconds to explain what your doing here before I rip your head off” He growled.

“Boss sent us to help ye out” the ginger man said quickly.

“Fat lot of help you were” Limey scoffed.

“We were busy helping out the other guys you left in the Colosseum”

“Oh yeah, and who can prove you were there” Limey shot back.

“I can” Gato looked up past the Irish rifle company to see Ed and two other marines step out from behind them.

The scarred Irishmen nearly jumped out of his skin “When the feckin ‘ell did you get there”

Ed looked past the ginger man and spoke directly to Gato “We’ve been tailing them since they left the Great Hollow market, they offered their aid to the team you left in the amphitheater and came right here as soon as they could”

“You have feckin helped with all those scaly bastards” the ginger man said to Ed.

“Those weren’t my orders.” Ed said flatly.

“None of that matters” Alwen said stepping away from Astarte’s mangled body. “You said you could help”

The leader of the Irish rifle men turned to Vi “Yeah, Boss set up a surgical theater in the back room of the pub.”

“Good, I need some long poles to make a stretcher, and I’m going to need some of your clothes. We’ll take her there.” she said matter of factly.

“Why do you need our clothes?”

“Because none of us are wearing anything I can use to make a stretcher.” Vi said before turning back to her patient.

“Now hold on Luv” Limey complained “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to bring the captain into a Irish mob bosses headquarters.”

“Do you have any better options” she shot back. “If I don’t help her now she’ll die, we can worry about your stupid pirate politics afterwards.”

“Bu-“

“Limey” Gato said firmly “Drop it.”

“But what if they try something” he moaned.

“If they try something Metallika and Mute will set off their nuke, and blow the whole Great Hollow market to kingdom come.”

The ginger man blinked several times “Hold on, did you say nuke. Are you people feckin insane. Your bluffing, right?”

“I wouldn’t count on it” Alwen said as she began tearing someone’s shirt. “We just killed several Aunviry with fire and swords. I wouldn’t put anything past us” she said grimly, as if she were chagrinned to include herself in that statement.

The ginger man looked like he might have wanted to say more when the massive doors behind where the ‘not Kings’ ‘not throne’ sat. Two thickly muscled human males poked their heads out of the Kings private abode and strode over to where they all been bickering.

“Is the threat over?” the biggest one asked.

Gato eyed him suspiciously and saw how the ginger man looked at the big man inquisitively. “Yes” he said cautiously “you can let the king out of his panic room now.”

The big man shot the ginger a strange look before his eyes darted back to Gato “I afraid that wont be possible” he said. “Kazlum got to the King before you got here”

Gato looked down at the big mans hands and noticed the blueish Zxx’thi blood on his hands “And is that the kings blood?” he asked to the man who likely just killed the king.

“It is, do you care?” he asked, his hands clenching into fists.

Gato thought for a moment about what the captain might say if she were awake “No, my orders were to kill the Aunviry, not to protect the king.”

Gato turned away from the two conspirators and helped Alwen lift the captain onto the makeshift stretcher. Careful not to jostle her unnecessarily.

The Irish men, plus the two guards who were likely also Domnall’s men, lead the way out of the throne and into the greater station. Where a short cut would take them to Clancy’s pub.