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Colonel Temple observed the stealthy movements of the targeted Strax pod on the Tactical display within her shield with a rising level of excitement. Even though the terrain offered little in the way of cover for a cautious approach, the remote area would help keep collateral damage to a minimum.
The plan to eliminate both Trackers and all three Hunters of a Strax pod while intentionally leaving the heavily armed and armored Killer machine intact sounded initially suicidal. However, the intelligence recently translated from their first electronic interrogation of a Strax Hunter indicated only the Strax Killer machines had access to direct communication with the hive mothership. There was actually speculation in higher tactical circles that the Killer machines heavy armament and shielding was specifically designed to protect that vital link.
If the premise can be accepted that a weak flank should be heavily guarded, then an inference can be accepted that compromising that guard will expose that weakness to exploitation. It was a chapter right out of the Strax’ own playbook if they could just make it work.
Dominic suddenly braked hard and swerved to affect a complete one-eighty-degree turn in the center of the highway.
“What’s wrong, Dominic?!” Jenny cried out from within the combat restraint. “We can’t stop now, we’re so close!”
“Proceeding to secondary target,” the Centurion replied without explanation.
“What secondary target? What are you doing? This wasn’t part of the plan,” Jenny argued.
The Centurion crossed the median to the opposite side of the highway and accelerated to sprint directly away from the site of the targeted assault Jenny had been planning for the last three hours.
“We might not get another opportunity like this for days, maybe weeks! What could possibly make you divert to a secondary target when, in all probability, the most important assault of the war was right within our grasp?” Jenny cried.
“L2CSY8 has come under ambush.”
With a sharp intake of breath and a groan, Colonel Temple said simply, “Oh no, Bobby...”
“An intentional rockslide blocked their escape from a narrow canyon and they are presently taking fire from two different directions. We are the closest of three TVS units available to assist.”
“Do we have a Tactical assessment yet, Dominic?” asked the Colonel.
“No, we still have seven minutes at sprint until L2CSY8 appears within our operating horizon.”
“Faster, Dominic, go, go,” urged the Colonel as the wind shrieked over the nacelle and the drone of multiple fusion engines rose yet another octave in pitch.
When the assault presently came up on Tactical, it became obvious two Strax pods were involved. Six Strax machines took up a position on an adjacent overlook and used their concentrated fire to dislodge a piece of the opposite cliff face to block the roadway trapping the Knight in the canyon. The other six Strax were firing on L2CSY8 from outside the canyon mouth, but by shear chance, neither pod had yet been able to effectively target the Knight.
That difficulty did not prevent them from firing railgun rounds randomly into the canyon walls in the hope that falling debris might still crush the hapless Knight.
The rapidly approaching Centurion, on the other hand, was not encumbered by any of the design limitations of a single stationary gun emplacement.
The probability of success of the Strax assault was further degraded by Dominic’s build code upgrade that prevented the Strax from even detecting the approaching Centurion. The trump card was played when Colonel Temple demonstrated the capabilities of an upgraded third echelon heavy warrior in the defense of her
son in a mechanized assault.
All six of the Strax machines blocking the Knight’s escape erupted into rapidly expanding spheres of incandescent metal vapor following the actinic blue flare of a hypersonic volley of exotic rounds from the Centurion’s four main railguns. Before the six Strax machines on the overlook could react to bring their weapons to bear on this unseen threat, the Centurion fired a second concentrated railgun volley collapsing the roadway beneath them toppling the remains of the failed assault hundreds of feet into the canyon below where they were crushed by tons of falling rock.
While the dust was still settling, the Centurion contacted L2CSY8 through the secure Tactical network to inform the Knight and pilot the Strax pods had been destroyed and it was now safe for the Knight to exit the makeshift cover they had taken behind the massive fallen rocks.
“Is Bobby alright?” Colonel Temple asked Dominic anxiously.
“He is distraught but physically unharmed. L2CSY8 has sustained multiple hull penetrations reducing her tactical capability to ninety-three percent but she is functional. She is within her design parameters to fully regenerate the damage but the process will require approximately forty minutes to run to completion.”
“Thank God, and thank you, dear Dominic for diverting us here in time to intervene despite my objections. Wait..., did you say she?” Colonel Temple asked in sudden confusion.
“L2CSY8 has adopted a female persona complete with a French accent in response to pilot Lawson’s personal preferences. Her internal designation is Lacy..., but we have another problem,” pronounced the Centurion ominously.
“What?” Colonel Temple responded anxiously.
“Tactical initiated a condition ‘red’ alert tracking multiple incoming ordnance to the Nevada Maintenance Complex before suddenly going off-line. The timing of the assault here suggests this may have only been a diversion.”
“What can we do?” whispered the Colonel.
“We are fifty minutes away from the Depot at sprint speed. We dare not leave L2CSY8 before she regains full tactical capability. Even if Tactical was to come back on-line, the Depot would be justifiably hesitant to call down an Orbital strike on their own position. The outcome of this battle would appear to depend on the forces resident within the Depot. We are effectively in ‘check’, Jennifer. We may have underestimated our opponent.”