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[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five] [Chapter Six] [Chapter Seven] [Chapter Eight] [The QT-34] [The Corporate Wars] It's been a little bit since the last chapter of this. The Dark Within, my other serial is nearing the end and I've been trying to push that to its conclusion whilst I have the time. The Iron War will be moved to top priority once that's done. If you want more sci-fi from me, check out my recent novel. Remember you can also follow on my subreddit r/pwhillardfiction. Chapter Nine It wasn't going as expected. The orders had been simple, escort a corporate executive as they made a tour of the facilities on the planet. Easy work, but it paid well, corporate higher-ups liked to think themselves far more valuable than they actually were. This one hard been particularly insufferable, and Sandhu had been intensely annoyed when an ambush had been sprung upon them. It would only serve to inflate the pompous corporate windbag even further. Sandhu snapped off another volley of shots, cursing under his breath as his target moved, the shots going wide. ¡ÈCommander. I¡Çm getting a laser comms message. ¡É An icon flashed in the corner of Sandhu¡Çs vision, his mechsuit automatically identifying its speaker. It was coming from Arthur Johnson, a reliable a mercenary as a company could hope for. ¡ÈGot a bead on the direction it¡Çs coming from, Arthur? ¡É ¡ÈOne of these buildings up ahead, on the right. Message is just a comms frequency. ¡É ¡ÈForward it one to me? ¡É Sandhu said. ¡ÈSending it now, commander. ¡É A laser comm message was an interesting wrinkle in the battle raging across the junction. It was reliable and fast but required a direct line of sight. Whoever had sent it had a clear line on Arthur's suit and chose not to take a shot. The message appeared in Sandhu's vision, sent by more conventional means. It was simple text, just a radio frequency and that was it. Sandhu inputted the frequency, changing his communications channel with just a thought, the complex computing systems inside the mechsuit understanding his intention. ¡ÈOk, so you got my attention. Who the hell is this? ¡É Sandhu said, ducking weaving as he spoke, return fire screaming down the street. ¡ÈName¡Çs Xander Cain, freelancer. I¡Çm guessing this is the Viper Legion commander? ¡É ¡ÈHoly shit, Xander Cain. I¡Çm amazed the guild let you keep your license. ¡É ¡ÈConsider yourself lucky they did, ¡É Xander said, a wave oscillating in the corner of Sandhu¡Çs vision as they spoke. ¡ÈLooks like you¡Çre in a spot of bother with some unmarked mechs. I¡Çm heading a convoy and we need to cross this intersection. Now, I¡Çm not too keen on driving through your crossfire, and I have a bone to pick with the other guys, so I¡Çm offering you a nice little deal. ¡É "It going to cost me anything? " ¡ÈJust your positions. I want you to fall back, let the enemy mechs come past the junction. When they do, we¡Çll flank them from the side, hit them unawares. We¡Çve got locks on the enemy units, and I¡Çm fairly certain we can take them. ¡É ¡ÈFairly certain is hardly a vote of confidence. ¡É Sandhu winced as he saw an icon blink out on his display. A friendly suit disabled. They would need to wait until after the battle to recover the rider, if he survived. Sandhu didn¡Çt trust an unmarked enemy to take prisoners. ¡ÈFine. Fine. I¡Çll give the order. You better come through on this, Cain. You¡Çve hardly got the best reputation. ¡É *** Anya pressed forward first, planting her massive suit in the centre of the road, cannons spinning ready. If the Vipers were falling back as asked, then it would be a matter of moments before the enemy came into view. They had to make the most of that small advantage, mechsuits were hardly small, so Anya¡Çs heavy weapons were going to be key. She didn¡Çt mind. Anya had driven a lighter class of suit, when she had first started her career, but in her experience, sheer firepower accounted for a lot. "In position, " Anya said as the spikes on her ankles slammed into the stone, anchoring her in place. Her ammunition was lower than she would have liked, reloading the complex arm-mounted cannons was near impossible in the field. She would have to make every burst count. Alexi and Xander jogged up next to her, each smaller mech adopting a crouching stance to prevent blocking the motions on the larger suit. ¡ÈReady here, ¡É Xander said. ¡ÈMe too, ¡É Alexi added. ¡ÈAll good at my end, ¡É Meg said. She had stayed up on the rooftop. Her mech wasn¡Çt suited to engage the enemy QT¡Çs, but it was perfect for clearing up their infantry support. Hitting them from behind would throw some much-needed panic into the enemy formation. ¡ÈOk, ping your targets, we want to hit as many as we can before they recover. Anya has priority target choice, ¡É Xander said. ¡ÈThat said, if you see a suit damaged and you think you can disable it, go for it. ¡É ¡ÈRight, ¡É Alexi said. ¡ÈSounds good, ¡É Meg said. ¡ÈLooks like they¡Çre taking the bait. Get ready. ¡É *** Sandhu felt strange, falling back. It wasn¡Çt the done thing, not in the Viper Legion. His company had made a name for themselves as stoic, implacable, the kind of mercenaries who would stand and fight even against overwhelming odds. It was good for business, it meant they were popular and could charge a premium. Still, he wasn¡Çt one to turn down a free offer for help, so slowly, step by step he led his mercenaries back. He needed to be careful with how quickly his line moved, he needed the enemy to think they were gaining ground. The last thing he wanted was to make it an obvious trap. It was a daring risk; one he wouldn¡Çt try against another mercenary company. There, Sandhu would have assumed that their comms were being intercepted, that the enemy would be wise to the plan. But the opposing force was sloppy, their movements slow, their shots inaccurate. They outnumbered him, but that lack of skill was evening the odds. Sandhu would have bet good money they hadn¡Çt tapped into his messages. His people were responding with the level of professionalism Sandhu expected. Like most mercenary companies the Viper Legion ran its own academy that tested people for wetware compatibility before training to be mercenary pilots. Whilst not strictly against the rules, it was considered bad form not to work for the company that trained you, at least for the first few years. The enemy was coming closer, agonisingly slowly. They were nearly at the intersection, just a few more steps. *** As one, the unmarked enemy suits pressed forward, stepping out into the exposed intersection. Infantry rushed forward; launchers tucked tight to shoulders ready to support their larger mechanical allies. Anya didn¡Çt wait. She mentally marked the nearest suit as her target, adjusted her aim, and commander her suit to fire. The air erupted into a barrage of violence, cannons spinning, shells ejecting high into the air as Anya fired. Her shots slammed into the side of the nearest QT, metal fragments spraying from it as the high-velocity rounds dug into it. Anya kept her mech stable, compensating as best she could from the recoil. The QT collapsed, either its power failing or its pilot killed mid-step. It didn't matter, that was one down regardless. Anya shifted her focus, opening up on a second mech. The two men beside her advanced forward, keeping their suits in their low crouch. They each snapped off bursts, quick shots at their own targets. One of the QTs turned to face the oncoming ambushers, exposing its side to the Viper Legion. The mercenaries were fast, switching their targets to the newly exposed flank. Mechsuits were armoured most on the front, the way the cockpits opened under the armpits meant that the side was a weak point, though the arms were armoured to compensate. The worst was the rear, kept light to allow the reactor to vent properly. The suit paid the price as it stumbled from the barrage of shots, allowing an infantry launched rocket to slam into the underarm. The arm flew free, sparks arcing from the wound. The suit lost its balance, crashing headfirst into the ground, shattering its cameras. Laser fire lashed out across the intersection, the pavement searing under the heat. The infantry scattered, attempting to flee the burning onslaught only to be cut down by a thunderous cascade of fire sprayed from the buildings above. Meg's suit followed a moment later, leaping from its rooftop, jump jets sending it high into the air as it continued to spray shots onto the now fleeing infantry. The weapons effect was terrifying, the fast-firing shots, whilst little threat to a mechsuit, still caused the infantry it hit to become little more than fine red mist. As Meg fell, she titled her mech forward, pulling her field knife free from the compartment in her leg. With another blast of jets, she launched forward, barrelling into one of the QTs, slamming it to the ground. Her knife glowed a vivid orange as the energy field took its few second journey through the back armour of the knocked down mech. It sank to the hilt before Meg pulled it free, satisfied it had pierced the inner cabin. As she wrenched the blade free, Meg fired off a burst at another suit before her. The rounds struck one of the rear exhaust vents, a gout of steam erupting from the vent as shrapnel shook free inside. Another burst struck the other, and the mech slumped forward, the reactor activating an emergency shutdown. It was a rout, the remaining unmarked mechs turning to flee. It didn¡Çt matter, they were caught on three sides, pinned in by heavy fire. The battle was over in moments, the ambush a total success, the final suits falling to the constant barrage, their armour shattered, their pilots likely dead. ¡ÈAll targets disabled, ¡É said the voice over the comms. It was Sandhu. ¡ÈGood job, Cain. Damn good job. ¡É *** There was a hiss as the emergency release was pulled, its hydraulics forcing the front armour open. The Viper Legion infant

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*1 The day of the wedding, Rodrik found his soon-to-be wife up before dawn, rocking Balon back to sleep as the first wisps of sunlight crept across the horizon. Not that she had slept much the night before; guilt-ridden voices woke her often in a cold sweat, no matter how warm Rodrik's body was as he slumbered on beside her. Once, he woke as well -- he'd heard her crying, though she'd tried her hardest to be silent -- and held her in the dark without question. Such things had not bothered her in many moons, nearly a year now, but the ironic fact that their union fell on almost exactly the anniversary of Balon's death was not lost on either of them, and while it hurt Rodrik to know that even after a year (a year he'd spent at her side in the wake of Balon and Carron's deaths, the Slaughter of Lotus Port, Yssa's miscarriage and breakdown, and her second son's birth) his brother's ghost still haunted her so, he understood. It wasn't a longing for something she couldn't have. 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She still wore his brother¡Çs ring, twisting the Tawney sigil off her middle finger only to clean it; sometimes her lips quirked into a wry smile whenever she responded to something someone said with, ¡ÈEverything or nothing, then, ¡É and once or twice he¡Çd caught her doing some menial task to keep her hands busy even though her gaze was distant. But she always returned to him the moment he touched her shoulder, and never failed to smile when he wrapped his arms around her waist and hummed a soft tune in her ear. Most times, she joined in, her sweet voice putting words to the melody, but when she didn¡Çt, he danced her away from her self-imposed task until she did. It wasn¡Çt a jealous man forcing her to forget. It was future husband trying to help her heal. Patience, whispered his own ghosts. Patience. The Lord Tawney dragged himself from the bed and joined her on the balcony overlooking the courtyard of the keep below. ¡ÈThe ceremony isn¡Çt until tonight, ¡É he told her, offering his arms to take Balon from her. ¡ÈYou should rest. ¡É She gave him up, albeit somewhat reluctantly, but didn¡Çt return to the bed. Rodrik thought she looked the most beautiful first thing in the morning, when she had yet to brush her hair and wash the sleep from her eyes and there was still a hint of something wild, of whatever she¡Çd been dreaming of, in her expression. Her brass curls had since lost the sun-kissed highlights from the Summer Isles, darkening back to a muted bronze that shone in the dim but steadily growing dawn light, and all she wore was one of his longer tunics and -- by the Drowned God, she was stunning. ¡ÈBut the guests... ¡É Jo murmured with a frown. ¡ÈToday is our day. They can wait. ¡É He leaned over to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. ¡ÈGo. I¡Çll be with you soon. ¡É She mumbled something else but it was lost behind a sleepy curtain of hair as she turned to retreat back to their bed and bury beneath the covers. It wasn't until Balon shifted in his arms that he realized his gaze had lingered; with a gentle chuckle he returned her son (his son, their son) to the bassinet at the foot of their bed and went to cradle Jocasta's warm body against his. She hummed contentedly against the pillow before sinking deeper into much needed sleep. If this was how the Drowned God decreed he would spend every morning for the rest of his life, Rodrik would offer every ounce of patience he had to give. Yssa's wedding present was the dress. In all of the chaos, Jocasta couldn't say how she'd forgotten her own dress but she did, and in her own brand of planning ahead her older sister had known she would. She arrived at the tail end of the morning, when the sun was high in the sky, onboard the Drowned Havoc with Anya and Cerys, Harral and his wife and Lio. The crew of the Iron Maiden made an appearance as well, Jo's quartermaster offering her a bone-crushing and much appreciated embrace that brought tears to her eyes. She didn't realize just how much she missed them, even after only a moon away, and their friendly presence was needed after the uneasy dreams of the night before. She'd dreamt of Balon, lying beside her in her cabin onboard the Maiden. At first she was happy to see him; while the dream had been a frequent one during their time in the Summer Isles, it had faded on the journey back to Saltcliffe until she nearly forgot about it entirely. It was always the same dream: he'd lie there and smile at her, and she would tell him a truth -- one that she never told anyone. In reality it had been the truth of Lio's father, but in her dreams the truth always changed. One time it was that she was scared of what was to come at Lotus Port. Another time it was that she loved Rodrik. Another, she confessed that after losing both him and Carron she didn't want to live surrounded by so much death. It didn't matter what it was she told him. In the end, his response was always the same. It's okay. I'm here now, love. And the guilt would melt away. Not this time. This time, Balon lay in bed beside her and smiled, and she told him, "Rodrik and I are getting married today, " and everything turned wrong. Blood began to soak through his tunic -- three holes, for the three arrows that pierced his chest, Drowned God below she could never forget that image -- but Balon held his smile, now turned eerie as the blooms of red spread across the cloth and onto the bedsheets. Jo scrambled away, suddenly terrified of what would happen should it touch her. Then he spoke, and froze her blood cold. Am I that replaceable, Jo? She'd woken sobbing, lost in the dark of the bedroom -- but like always Rodrik was there and she clung to him. Clung to his strength and solidity like a rock in a suddenly churning sea (or had it always been churning, and she'd simply not noticed? ) as he hummed some nameless tune until her breathing quieted and she eased back into sleep. Am I that replaceable, Jo? "Are you even listening to me, Jo? " Jocasta startled out of the memory, eyes refocusing on her sisters. The two of them stood expectantly, holding high the wedding dress and awaiting her approval. Jayne to the left, dressed as always in the elegant and assaulting bright red of her House, and Yssa to her right, still in her sailing clothes and needing to stand on a stool. "What? " Jo asked rather dumbly, her mind not quite caught up with the present. Yssa sighed and rolled her eyes. "I asked if you liked it. If any last minute alterations need to be made, it's probably best to do it soon -- after you try it on. " So she let them help her into it in front of a mirror, and for the first time that day, Jo finally took in the dress her sister had brought. It was a beautiful thing, the bodice completely embroidered in silver thread designed to look like interlocking rings of chainmail that bared her shoulders but completely covered her arms, and hugged her torso like an iridescent second skin. The only other embellishment was a set of pearl buttons that ran down her back, revealed by the loose draped curve of a white cape clasped to the dress at the collarbones with matching small iron brooches inlaid with mother-of-pearl, of a skeleton fish imposed over the nettlewhip of House Tawney. The skirt was the same white silk as the cape, hemmed with tiny seed pearls and flared with a layer of tulle beneath but not ridiculously so, like some of the dresses she'd seen on the mainland. At her open neck sat the black pearls of Marya entwined with the white pearls of Lysa Sunderly, borrowed from Jayne, who had brought them with her to the wedding. "I look... " Jo began, but found that the sentence was best left open as her hands flew to her mouth and she choked back a sob. Instantly Yssa was at her side, worried and flustered and apologizing, but Jayne only laughed and placed a reassuring hand on the Lady Sunderly's shoulder. "It's fine, Yssa, " the youngest sister told her with a knowing smile. "She's happy. Can't you see? " She was. Drowned God below, her hair wasn't even brushed and she was a fucking queen in this gown, in its simplicity, in the way it made her feel safe and beautiful and powerful all at once, like when she donned her armor. She'd never seen the dress in her life but it was so familiar to he

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