Nephilim: Our Passing Reign Side Story part 5
Mars Orbit 2255
Lieutenant Karl Veldt watched his display panel with an intense focus. He had no expression or any facial movement other than his eyes focusing.
The mysterious bogies had arrived and were cutting a swath through the outer ring of SBA's. The 3rd squad had been completely annihilated within
only seven minutes of space combat and a medium cruiser was already destroyed. Now his squad was engaging the invaders, invaders like no other
the LDF had ever experienced.
Lt Veldt heard his commander's orders over the comm link and also the death scream of the first member of his squad to be killed. Lt Myobi.
"All units engage, stay with your wingman and double up on the bastards! Over!" Captain Smith's voice quivering with a nervous tension.
Soon her scream was heard over the intercom. But unlike Lt Myobi her screams continued as a strange sucking sound was heard. The surviving members of his squad were
now in disarray. These unknown alien mechas were faster and more maneuverable than their SBA's and only one had been taken out at the cost of nearly seven luna
It was time.
Lt Veldt, autistic/savant combat pilot, was ready. Music filled the inner speakers he had wired himself into the cockpit of his SBA.
It was from an old band from before even the darkness epoch era, the 20th century. The century of complete idiocy. But there were some good things to have come out of
that time, the music being one. This band being one of the better examples, music perfect for combat. Every song they did was about war and combat.
Three Nephilim mecha's engaged the lone SBA which had seemingly held back from its comrades. Figuring it would be an easy target, two bypassed it to allow the third to finish it. Instead the nephilim was taken out rather quickly. Before the other two could realize it, one of them was already destroyed. The surviving nephilim unleashed its
weapons on the inferior Luna mecha but could not hit it!
The green skinned, fanged female humanoid within could not believe it. Her lavender eyes widened as the human mecha went straight for her! Never had she felt fear and she would not start now. Engaging her battle armor's claws she went in for close combat. Her reward for her bravery was to have a forty foot LDF lance impaled right through the cockpit, through her body and out the other side.
Her last thought was that the fearsome reputation of the Luna humans was not overblown. At least not all of them.
As the Nephilim battle armor exploded, Lt Veldt was already locking in his shoulder missile system on four Nephilim engaged in combat above. A volley of missiles later and three more were destroyed, the fourth crippled and then finished off by his comrades.
"Oh, this is my favorite part of the song!" Lt Veldt smiled. Not only that but more enemy battle armors were approaching!
Hitting his boosters he went right for them, the surviving members of his squad and the 43rd reserve following right after. Time to even things up with these damned invaders. There seemed to be no end in sight of monsters from the beyond to torment humanity. Let them come, nothing could stop mankind!
"For Luna! For Humanity!" Lt Veldt shouted at the top of his lungs.
"I have to get out there.." Teena Rivera gritted her teeth. She was still feeling a bit queasy, but wanted to get into combat as soon as possible.
But not without her partner and wing woman/hemavore, Penelope Grecian.
Penelope still held Lt Faye Meriweather in her soft but firm embrace, her fangs the physical connection to Faye's throat. Their mind's linked.
"I would advise you stay here, neither you nor Penelope are in any condition to fight." The head medtech said in a firm tone.
Teena grimaced and sat back on her cot. Her defiance and good sense once again were butting heads.
"I wonder if we are winning or losing?"
"Well if we are destroyed I guess Penelope's attempt to get information won't matter much." The head medtech sighed.
Faye began to writhe and moan under the vampire's bite. But not from pain, there was something going on inside dreamspace.
"Faye's vitals are climbing rapidly!" The medtech said with alarm. "We have to unlatch Penelope from her!"
"Yeah, right. Good luck getting her off with her strength! You might also scramble Faye's brain in the process." Teena added.
The medtech turned and looked at Teena. "So you have experience with that huh? I read your file, Lt Rivera."
"Great." Did everybody know about Teena's vampire mind warped history?
"I think you are quite courageous, after all you have been through to partner up with a hemavore. I hope your partnership with Lt Grecian
is helping you.." The middle aged medtech pulled out a special instrument, one that looked almost like a hand blaster.
"We will do this the right way. As long as the flyboys and girls can keep these new invaders off our backs for a bit longer.
The cruiser shuddered again.
"Lets hope Penelope got something from Lt Faye." The medtech said with a concerned face.
Teena used mindspeak, but doubt if Penelope could even hear her.
"Come on, Penelope. I need you back to reality. I'd rather die in combat than in this floating tin can."
Penelope Grecian's right clawed hand ripped out of the membrane of the pulsating mass of slime with Faye Meriweather in her other arm. Within the gelatinous
nightmare she had fought off other vampires, terran vampires who were forced to attack her as if they were sentient, fanged antibodies. Also those strange tendrils
had ripped into her body, they were still squirming in and out like worms, drinking the blood of this older than average hemavore.
Jumping down to the red colored clay like earth of the strange world they were on, Penelope laid Faye on the floor. The young mortal was coughing and spitting up the
slime that had previously enveloped her. The ancient hemavore looked up to see other hemavores watching intently. Not the hapless enslaved terran vampires but their green skinned, winged and tentacled cousins from outer space.
"A hemavore, a superior being trying to help a mortal? What foolishness is this?" The lead Nephilim balked. She wore what appeared to be a crystal like head band denoting
status of some sort. Her long purple hair trailing and moving of its own accord.
"We are both humans! From Terra!" Penelope shouted in anger. "We are of the same blood!"
Her defiant words were met with a near chorus of laughter.
"Nghhh!!!! Damn you! So you think you are so high and mighty and advanced do you? You are like the terran vampires from the old times. Thinking you were gods and goddesses, thinking you could do what you willed with the lives of mortals. We have advanced beyond that, my dear cousins! It is you who are inferior and backwards!"
A green haired Nephilim whispered into the long pointy ear of the blue haired royal. They both seemed almost aroused.
"Oh we are so going to love making you one of our slavemates." The leader smiled. "Such strength. You are quite powerful but after learning obedience, you will likely rise up the ranks. Your beloved mortal will take much longer, but maybe you can help her with that. It will be more beneficial for both of you than this foolish notion of
"Like Hades!" Penelope got ready for combat. She looked down at Faye who was stirring but still quite weak.
"…uh..uh..thank you…thank you..I…"
"No, Lt Meriweather. We are Luna comrades, it is my duty. We will get out of here. I promise you on my three thousand years. I will kill all of these so called 'Nephilim'!!"
Penelope hissed as her fangs emerged like daggers and her eyes shone a golden yellow. The sign of the highest vampire power.
"Lt Grecian…don't..I hear her. Them, our comrades calling to us. We have to retreat..we are on their territory..you can..cant..win like this.."
Penelope was brought back to her senses. Tactics! Faye was right…She may have been a powerful ancient vampire but she was still a Luna soldier.
The Nephilim began to swarm. Many more had arrived, their wings nearly blotting out the strange glowing moon that serves as a substitute sun on this world.
"Listen, Penelope.." Faye then passed out again.
Penelope did indeed listen. Then she saw. The Nephilim turned in fear. They all saw.
A dark skinned woman floated above them all, she was aglow with energy. Strange energy. It's beams seemed to cause the Nephilim to back off.
Penelope strained to see through the strange light. Did this being, have wings also? Then she saw the being's face..
Even she should not believe it, and she had seen multiple millennia of strange occurrence after occurrence.
"Teena!?" It was her face! Exactly!
The woman smiled. Her energy was soothing to Penelope. This being emanated..goodness..holiness.
"No..not Teena, although I care for and love her intensely. She is family. "
The Nephilim cringed, the being's energy now resembled holy flame.
Penelope was no longer the most powerful being here, the Nephilim and her now faced with a Seraphim.
To Be Continued