In less than a minute, the charge had been broken. There were just too many crewmen, they outnumbered the aliens at least three to one. These humans had met with the aliens before, and were not as likely to panic as they might have been in the past. They knew the score: this was do or die. There was little hope that one could run away, so they did not bother. They fought until every killbeast lay still on the deck or was left draped over the cargo containers.
A ragged cheer went up from their ranks, a cry that was echoed by Garth himself. Spittle flew from his lips, but he paid no heed. He wished for a drink, and lamented that none was to be found here in the maintenance cabinets.
“See?” he shouted into the microphone. “We’ve won! We’ve beaten them back. Do you not feel like sick cowards now, Tulk?”
There was no reply from the saloons and lounges. This didn’t trouble Garth. He knew they had seen the spectacle. He hoped they knew shame, but he doubted Tulk were capable of that emotion. Rather than finding brave beings to be inspirational, they considered them to be rank fools, individuals to be despised and marveled at for their credulity.
Something shook the camera then. There was a booming report from inside the hold. Garth panned the viewpoint around again, but could not quite see-
The crewmen were standing, firing-some broke and fled. Towering figures strode into their midst, heedless of bullets, beams, or gushes of sticky orange flame from the surviving flamethrowers. Garth knew what they were, and he could scarcely believe his eyes.
“Juggers?” he asked the monitor in a hushed voice. “How could they have bred them so quickly?”
There were only four of them, but that was enough. The humans had stood up to opponents of their own size, but these monsters were too much. They seemingly could not be brought down by conventional ballistic weaponry. Each absorbed hundreds of rounds, but still kept striding among the humans who harassed it, plucking off limbs and skulls, then vomiting gore after they’d consumed too much. The problem was the crewmen lacked guns powerful enough to puncture these yard-thick monsters deeply and disrupt the vital organs.
The juggers represented the final stage of the battle. The humans broke under their weight, and were run down by thunder-footed monsters. Their tails lashed and their jaws worked as they masticated excitedly. It was a feeding frenzy, and the juggers kept at it for a long time, hunting down each human that hid among the cargo crates and devouring them. Only one of the juggers was brought down, and that one still flopped and thrashed on the deck, trying to rise despite what had to be a dozen fatal wounds.
Garth leaned forward, resting one wiry arm atop the monitor. He wanted to vomit, pass out, or commit suicide. He did none of these things. Instead, he shivered and panted with fear and despair. It was now only a matter of time until these things penetrated the skald bastion.
A figure cast a shadow over him. Garth turned, half-expecting to see a killbeast loom near. It was a far less threatening figure, however. The pallid girl he’d first met, the one who’d let him in, stood in the doorway. Her silhouette was thin, but shapely, and despite his despairing state of mind, Garth thought her face was pleasant to look upon. He wondered at the absurdity of such thoughts at this dismal moment of his existence.
“What do you want?” he asked her.
She tilted her head to the left and advanced. He saw she wore only a thin robe of colored fiber. He blinked at her as she came closer. She reached out a hand and touched his brow. He flinched away, but allowed the contact. His eyes checked her for weapons-but saw only open, empty hands.
“Did you come here to gloat?” he asked.
She shook her head. She lightly kissed his brow where she had first touched him. The action surprised him, but again he allowed it. Was she possibly acting on her own volition? Perhaps her rider slept within her head, and she had seen his sorrow, and wished to comfort him. Hoping for the best, and too drained by the disaster he’d witnessed to care much about the present, he allowed her to sit beside him on a narrow folding workbench.
One thing soon led to another. His every touch she accepted without protest, but she did not allow him to kiss her mouth. He shrugged, not caring. He nuzzled her neck and ran his hands under her sheer robes. She made no attempt to withdraw, but instead pulled him more fully into an embrace with her.
Smiling wanly, she tapped at the floor, indicating he should lie there. He did so, smiling up at her. She hiked up her robes and mounted him. Soon, they were in the throes of passion. He was in ecstasy.
There came a moment of release, and afterward he opened his eyes again. There she was, looking down into his face. Finally, she was leaning down, pursing her lips to kiss him. He had wanted to kiss her as well. He burned to do it.
The spines stabbed his pursed lips, making him cry out. He tried to throw her off, but now she clung to him with maniacal strength. Even as he struggled, the neurotoxins began to paralyze him. His muscles became weak and rubbery within seconds.
The thing in her mouth crept out upon his face as he lay there, helpless in her grasp. They were still coupled, and her hands pinned his wrists. Each of her thin fingers were like steel cables, so weakened was he by the toxins that flowed in his blood now, coursing directly from his stung lips to his brain.
Inside his mind, Garth despaired. The Tulk had stayed in her mouth, with spines carefully retracted until this critical moment when she had spat it out onto his face. Now, it crawled over his cheek toward his nasal entrances, its spines stippling his skin with permanent, livid red tracks.
As the rider named Ornth dug into his skull and mounted him, Garth wondered vaguely what the skald girl’s name was. If he ever managed to regain the reins of his mind again, he decided he would ask her-and then he would kill her.
Five
The Parent rejoiced on the lower decks of Gladius. Her gambit had been successful, right from the start. Many months ago as the left the Kale system, the humans had come after her invasion forces. She’d realized immediately she didn’t have the strength to withstand them. She also had known they would not stop searching for her until they found her and destroyed her. The decision had been a hard one, but she’d decided to produce an entire generation of offspring, including a decoy young Parent, and set them up with a nest in an obvious location in the main hold.
Months ago, the humans had fallen for the ruse like credulous larvae descending on their first bloody meal. They’d swarmed her broodlings and slaughtered them with glee, burning out the nest and making sure every shell was blackened and every ounce of protoplasm was scraped from the hull. Even at this very moment, the Parent still trembled her orifices when she thought of the sacrifice. Her first live brood-including a fledgling daughter-all dead in the name of the Imperium.
The important thing was it had worked. The enemy had been taken in, and had soon become complacent. She had retreated into the depths of their sewer systems, created a cocooned sac of fluids and hibernated for months. No doubt, they had searched for her in earnest at first, but these quixotic vertebrates seemed to lack conviction and rigid discipline, even in matters of their own survival. Not for the first time, she wondered how such a chaotic species could ever have come to dominate even a small slice of the cosmos. Whatever the reason, she felt she was here to set things right, to put balance back into the equations. The strongest would survive in the end.
Feeding in the sewers for months, she’d carefully scouted with shrades. She’d selected the starboard lifeboat pods to make her comeback. Of all the regions of this vast, thrumming ship, the lifeboats saw even less traffic than the rest of the empty decks. Better still, they were well-stocked with foodstuffs and technological tidbits. In the future, the vessels could be used as seedships when they slowed down to a reasonable velocity and entered an unsuspecting star system.