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he stared eye- to-eye with the mecha's pilot, who seemed just as surprised as
he was. Reyez was so close he could read Lieutenant Jason "Boulder"
Cordova underneath the fighter's cockpit. He pulled Deanna closer to him and
it took him a second or two to stabilize his fall, but he wasn't concerned at
all, for this was what Reyez did for a living!
"Wait on the chute, Sehera!" Reyez was now in his element. "Wait!" He held on
to the little girl with both hands as hard as he could, squeezing her to him.
He reached down and grabbed his belt carabiner and snapped it onto the little
girl's e-suit harness.
The floor of the cliff began to loom upward at them. They had fallen well
below the edge of the escarpment by hundreds of meters and were picking up
speed. Even though the Martian gravity was only thirty-eight percent of that
on Earth, just under four meters per second per second of acceleration was
pretty appreciable and there was much less air friction to slow down their
descent.
"Now!" Reyez shouted. He waited for Sehera's chute to open so that she would
be a second or two above them and then he pulled his cord. The chute opened
and jerked them to a slow drifting fall. Deanna squeezed the adrenaline junky
hard to her.
"This is fun!" she said. "Look!" Two SH-102 Starhawks pulled into hover
formation behind them and followed the gliderchutes all the way to the bottom
of the cliff.
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1:49 PM Mars Tharsis Standard Time
Senator! The AI wireless connection to the mecha and sensors! That is the key!
Abigail said into the senator's mind. He had been distracted by his charge to
protect his family long enough.
What!
Moore fired the HVAR until it ran dry and then he dove behind a dead enemy
drop tank for cover.
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"I'm out!" he announced over the QM.
"Shit!" Corporal Shelly bounced about ten meters to his right and her left arm
was separated from her body at the shoulder by a cannon round. Before she had
time to fall several more rounds chewed her to a red bloody mess into the
Martian ground. Major Moore started to rush to her, but the armored Marine
sergeant landing on top of him thought otherwise.
"Nothing you can do for her, sir," the sergeant said. The two men
belly-crawled under the downed enemy mecha as best they could.
The signal is continuous because it is a disruptive code not a virus. The
signal is controlling the sensors, not jamming them. Just like the AI controls
the Kitty! Clever!
Abigail had figured it out.
What do we do, Abigail?!
Hardwire!
Spread the word!
There was still time to really turn the tide of this battle and minimize
further losses for certain.
Yes, Senator Moore!
"Listen up! The jamming source is the wireless link between AIC and hardware!
Go hardwire on sensors!" Moore shouted over the QM.
"What?" Washington replied. He and private Kootie were still rushing their
position. "How the hell do you know that?"
"Hardwire between AIC and hardware is the key! Just do it!" Moore repeated.
Abigail!
I'm explaining it to all the AICs I can reach here sir. They're getting it
done
, the AIC staffer told her counterpart senator.
"Captain! We've got a solution to the sensor problem spreading throughout the
fleet!" the XO said. The flagship was beginning to vent gases from several
decks and was getting a severe beating. Nine of the ships of the fleet had
already been lost and the Seppies had the advantage due to their ghost ships.
The
Madira was holding up better than others because it was the first to figure
out the tactic of deploying its mecha along the hull to act as gun batteries.
That tactic seemed to be buying them time and Captain
Jefferson had issued orders that the rest of the surviving fleet should use
similar tactics.
I have the solution, Captain, and I am resetting the ship's systems and
shutting down any data critical wireless systems and transferring them via
hardwire. Now, Uncle Timmy added.
Good, Timmy!
the CO replied in his mindvoice. The DTM blinked off then on briefly in the
captain's
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mind and when it came back up it was filled with enemy bogies and target
alerts. "Air Boss, direct all the surviving fighters back into the engagement
zone immediately!"
"Aye sir!" The Air Boss nodded instinctively and reached out to several icons
showing surviving pieces of squadrons and began pulling them together in the
virtual battlescape around his head. His DTM now showed the Seppy bogies and
they were seriously outnumbered. But the Air Boss knew the limits of the
Seppy equipment and although there was an asymmetry in numbers the awesome
capabilities of fully functional U.S. fighters and mecha more than made up for
the deficit.
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"Alright, Demon Dawgs from Hell, y'all heard the Air Boss! We're to form up
and insert into the engagement zone at maximum velocity with maximum
ferocity!" Lieutenant Commander "Rabies" Chavez ordered his squadron.
"Rabies! I've got sensors and multiple targeting solutions! This is shit hot!"
"Roger that, I suggest we get in there and start giving some of those
targeting solutions a go!"
"CO! CDC!"
"Go, CDC!" Captain Jefferson replied. The battle was coming fast at him now,
with multiple splinter groups of large fleet ships and enemy ships fighting
and evading and with swarms of enemy fighters that hadn't been visible before
that now were literally . . . everywhere.
"Captain! Sensor nets have been reset and hardwired throughout the system and
we're getting reports of large ship signatures in several different locations
across the system that just shouldn't be there," the
Combat Direction Center deck officer explained.
"What does that mean, CDC?" The CO had more to worry about right now than some
lost ships in the system.
"Sir. They were cloaked like the others until the sensors were reset. That
suggests they are Seppy ships, sir!" the CDC explained.
"Shit. How many and where, CDC?"
"Three large haulers and seven smaller passenger-size vehicles at various
locations all about two AUs away, sir."
"Time from engagement zone assuming maximum hyperdrive?" More ships into the
mix would be bad.
The fleet was getting pounded as it was. The CO didn't like this at all.
Hopefully, the tide would start turning now that sensors were up.
"Assuming a quarter AU per minute sir that would put them eight minutes out .
. . shit!"
"CDC?"
"Sir, reports from Triton station and Luna show hyperdrive conduit signatures
and we just lost the ships off the sensor nets! Sir."
"Wire in a DTM alert to me of any new hyperspace activity near us, CDC! I need
to know the instant they show up." The CO scanned the virtual battlescape
around his head and had Uncle Timmy run through a scenario or two, but never
liked what he saw.
Timmy!
Aye?!
Alert the fleet that we've got three haulers and seven passenger-sized enemy
craft in hyperspace,
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probably inbound for us.
The CO looked up from his virtual world for a brief moment because the XO
momentarily lost his balance owing to the ship listing hard to port from an
enemy fighter crashing into the exterior hull plating just below the command
tower.
Aye, sir!
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