kept coming. It didn't matter how many we killed, how many ships we destroyed. They kept pouring through the Gateway and bearing down on us till there was nothing we could do but run. We barely made it out alive. Some weren't so lucky."
Mitch hated having to ask it, but he needed the Deveron and her crew back in action.
"Are you aware of your orders?"
"To take you back out there to gather intel."
It was a relief to not have to be the one to tell him.
"You got it. I am sorry there is no time to see to your casualties, but time is not on our side."
"Got it, Sir, mount up when you're ready."
Ryan's crew passed the casualties over to an MDF medical team, who had been awaiting their arrival, and quickly scrambled back aboard.
"Load up!" yelled Taylor.
A Marine Lieutenant waited at the ramp to the ship. Taylor could see the wound on his arm and the quick patch up that had been done. His armour was still scorched from the battle, but he didn't show any sign of it affecting his ability.
"Lieutenant Samson, Sir. I have been assigned as Marine detail to the Deveron."
"Colonel Taylor, 2nd Inter-Allied."
"I am well aware who you are, Sir. I can't think of a marine alive who wouldn't know your face."
Taylor smiled back. Samson seemed completely calm and unfazed by the battle he had so recently faced. It was clear he was a marine with plenty of combat experience.
"Welcome aboard, Colonel."
Taylor looked up at the hull of the Deveron one last time and stepped inside. It felt good to be back aboard, but the battle scars were more present than ever. Blue blood trailed down one of the corridors where the body of a Mech had been dragged away. Metal support beams were twisted and burnt. Crews were busy cutting and welding on multiple levels to repair the damage. Samson stepped through to escort the Colonel to the bridge.
"Looks like you had a hell of a fight to get out of there."
"Just what we have come to expect of the Mechs, Sir. The surprise was seeing them again. All in all, we did well to get out of there with so few lost, but a minute longer, and I don't think any of us would have made it."
Taylor shook his head.
"I've been telling our Commanders for the last year that this would happen. How can anyone have been so stupid to assume they would just leave us alone?"
"Well, looks like your wish has come true."
"Mmm, can't say I wanted them to come, but we do have some unfinished business."
"This is the Captain speaking. We lift off in sixty seconds."
The two officers reached the bridge that felt like home to Taylor. Those who knew him and the fresher faces greeted him, but there was little enthusiasm in their faces. Taylor sat down at one of the workstations. He wouldn't lie about in anyone else's vessel, but the Deveron was an exception. A few seconds later, Ryan strode onto the deck. He was young for the Captain of such a vessel; and as aresult of the war that he would not have desired.
"Liftoff in five, four, three..."
The engines roared, and the Deveron quickly lifted from the docking bay. Within seconds, Wayans was putting full power down, and they soared out into space. After clearing the docking bays, they could see the extent of the evacuation. War ships, cargo liners, and civilian ships were all working together to take every human being from the Moon to safety. Taylor looked out at the defence grip around Earth. It was an impressive installation, but he still wasn't convinced it would be all that so many hoped for.
"When we fled, their fleet didn't seem to be following us with any haste. I guess we have a good few days yet before they reach us, maybe a week or more."
"Why would they do that?" asked Taylor.
"Only reason I know of is if they have brought the Gezgen K'til."
"The what?"
"The Planet Killer."
Taylor suddenly leapt to his feet and turned to the face the alien.
"How is it this is the first we are hearing of it?"
"I have not seen it in seventy of your years. I never thought I would again.