Outsystem (Aeon 14) (2 page)

He wore light body armor, and though the shots stunned him, he shrugged off the effect in moments and let loose his own series of blasts. Tanis scampered back across the intersection and resumed her place against the wall. She waited, hearing his heavy breathing just around the bend; neither person wanting to make the first move.

“Get out here you bitch, I’ll make it quick.”

Tanis looked at the conduits above her and as quietly as possible leapt up and wrapped her arms around one. “I think it’s your turn to stick your head into the line of fire.”

He cursed her again and when she didn’t respond the nose of his rifle edged around the corner firing wildly. Tanis had pulled her feet up and though the shots missed her, she let out a pained scream.

With a laugh her attacker strode into view, eyes downturned, looking for her body. Tanis dropped her legs around his head and clamped her knees as hard as she could. The man reached up and wrapped
cybernetically enhanced hands around her thighs. She gritted her teeth against the pain, but didn’t let go, twisting as hard as she could in an attempt to break his neck.

It refused to snap, most likely modified in some way. Tanis resorted to plan B and drove her lightwand through his right eye, trying to angle up into his brain.

The man bellowed in agony and let go of Tanis as he collapsed to the floor. She landed lightly a pace away from him as he pulled the lightwand out and clamped both hands over his ruined eye.

“Yagh… you bitch!” He screamed, trying to get up. Tanis calmly set her pulse pistol to stun and fired several shots point blank at his chest.

Angela asked about the man’s eye as he collapsed to the deck.

Tanis launched the bots and set them to remove the security features from the unconscious man’s rifle so that she could use it. Without clearing the DNA lock, grabbing the rifle would have caused it to electrocute her, or possibly explode, depending on its configuration.

The weapon was an Amhurst MK CXI; not the latest TSF military hardware, but still not a weapon that should be in anyone’s hands other than the Space Force. In addition to energy beams it could fire a focused pulse and she set it to that. No point in holing the ship more than these goons already had. Weapon secure, Tanis ran down the hall; keenly aware that taking out the thug had wasted precious time.

The kitchens were empty; the cooks had left their realm spotless and glistening before heading to the docks for their shore leave. Tanis slipped through the vacant area and into the service corridor that ran aft toward the engineering section.

She heard voices at the end of the hall and cycled her vision through various modes. The metal construction of the ship blocked infrared, but the free radical overlay showed a smudge of radiation moving towards engineering.

They were going to detonate a nuke on the ship; certainly an effective way to destroy the ship and a good part of the MOS with it.

Tanis reached the end of the hall and pushed the hatch open half an inch. She prepared several nanoprobes and felt the restructuring plate on her arm tingle as they left her body and flew into the next room.

VA and sensor readings from the probes lined her vision as they surveyed the room. It read clear and Tanis ducked into it and crouched behind a row of backup oxygen tanks.

Two men entered the room at the far end and Tanis flattened herself against a tank to avoid detection. Her probes circled, giving her a clear view of their positions. She waited until both men were facing away from her and then leaned out, shooting each in the lower back with the pulse beam. They crumpled and Tanis crept over to them, keeping an eye on the hatch they had come through. Angela deployed several nano to disable the fallen rifles.

Tanis asked.

The opening flashed in Tanis’s sight and a map of the ship appeared over her vision. A short corridor lay beyond the exit and beyond that another hatch opened into the main engineering bay. The bay was long and narrow; two of the intruders were at the far end and another two were positioned at either side of the entrance she had to go through.

“Let’s do this,” Tanis said to herself. She picked up a second rifle, opened the hatch soundlessly and crept down the corridor to the bay’s entrance. It wasn’t sealed tightly and her probes slipped through the cracks. As the readout had shown, there was a man on either side of the
hatch, weapons charged and positioned to nail anything that came through.

Tanis pulled the
hatch inward and stood behind it. Who knows, maybe they’d fall for something simple. Visual input from her probes showed one man stepping through the entrance, his eyes darting suspiciously.

Tanis raised a boot and kicked hard, slamming the hatch into the man’s head. He fell backwards clutching his nose as blood poured down his face.
The second man was distracted by his falling comrade and Tanis used the opportunity to step into the clear and let loose with both pulse rifles. The man crumpled to the deck as she delivered another blast to his bleeding partner.

With both of them taken care of she sent her nano over the various machines dedicated to moving and powering the ship. Luckily, the engineering bay was far from silent and the two figures at the other end hadn’t noticed the commotion. Either that or they were simply concentrating on their little pet nuke.

Tanis darted down the length of the bay, leaping over equipment and ducking under conduit. Her movements were silent and she went unnoticed. Ten meters from the pair she swung around a set of cooling conduits and stepped into view.

“I strongly recommend you step away from the device.”
A twinge of panic was in the back of her mind, shouting
run away from the nuke!
She schooled her face not to show it—dozens of enemies were one thing; a nuke was something else.

The two figures straightened; a man and a woman. The man had long hair that fell well past his shoulders, held away from his face by a thin band around his head. A scowl creased his angular features. The rest of his form was hidden by a long dark coat. The woman moved into view and Tanis cursed softly under her breath: she was wearing a
shimmersuit. As Tanis approached it shifted from a glossy black color to completely translucent, rendering the woman’s body invisible.

“I think you made a wrong turn.” The man scowled. “If you run now, you can get off the ship before it blows.”

“I don’t think I can allow that to happen,” Tanis replied.

The woman didn’t say a word; with her body invisible she was just a disconcerting floating head
which disappeared too as the shimmersuit’s material flowed up over her face.

“Think you can do that faster than I can twitch my trigger finger?” Tanis asked. “I’m MICI; we don’t arrest—we just shoot.” After a moment’s pause the
materiel flowed back down the woman’s face.

“Military Intelligence and Counterinsurgency?” The man asked

Usually having MICI show up meant you had a leak; he had to be considering that possibility, a doubt Tanis was more than happy to plant.

“Then this will really hurt,” he continued.

Tanis’s vision turned white and pain erupted behind her eyes.

Angela replied.

She felt a throb behind her eyelids and, as Angela predicted, in one second she could see again. The woman had vanished and the man was standing with the nuclear bomb between them.

He hadn’t pulled out a weapon, and simply wore a wicked smile. “Thanks for the treat. There’s little I enjoy more than watching Kris work.”

Tanis scanned the room for the woman while keeping her weapons trained on the man.

she asked Angela.

Tanis asked.

Tanis asked as she flipped through various vision modes. There was nothing on infrared, UV, or even air disturbance detection.

A fist impacted Tanis’s face and she staggered backwards, kicking out at where the attacker should have been. Nothing.

Tanis took a deep breath and brought her fists up in a defensive position. The room was loud and she set her hearing to filter out the ambient sounds, trying to listen for the whistle of the woman’s limbs.

Another series of blows struck Tanis and she stumbled, tripping over some equipment.

Tanis tried to move unpredictably while Angela hunted down the devices. Her arm tingled as thousands of nano left her body and filled the air in the bay. In moments the microscopic machines located the sources of the dampening waves and converged. The unseen robotic war was short, and punctuated by flashes of light as the enemy nano was destroyed.

Tanis’s sensors were suddenly able to detect air turbulence again and fed an image to her visual overlay.



Tanis saw a foot flying toward her head just in time. Reaching across it, she twisted around and grabbed the leg under her arm while swinging an elbow back. She felt it connect with the side of the woman’s head and heard a satisfying grunt.

The woman’s shimmersuit was slick; Tanis was unable to maintain her grip and her opponent slipped away. She blocked a punch and then they were apart, Tanis circling slowly, moving as quietly as she could.

The man swore, having realized while he watched the fight, Angela’s nanocloud was disarming the nuke. He bent over the console, trying to undo Angela’s work.

“Just kill her already, Kris. We’re running out of time. She must have AI that’s hacking the nuke.”

Kris didn’t respond, but Tanis heard the telltale sound of a foot pivoting on the deck. With a quick flick of her wrist, Tanis let fly her lightwand, satisfied when her opponent screamed.

In front of Tanis, part of the
shimmersuit flickered, turning black, and then red around the area the wand had struck. From the height, and bits of exposed teeth, it was safe to say it was Kris’s jaw.

“Bet you wish you’d surrendered now.” Tanis reached out and ripped the lightwand free.

The woman staggered back, but didn’t make a sound. She must have pain suppressors.

Wordlessly, Kris pulled two thin blades from what Tanis guessed were her forearms. With most of the
shimmersuit still functional, they appeared to float in midair.

The blades began a deadly dance and Tanis blocked with her pulse rifle, narrowly avoiding losing an arm in the first flurry of blows. The man was still cursing as he bent over the nuke, trying to do battle with Angela’s nano—though it was likely his AI was doing most of the fighting.

Tanis blocked an overhand blow from Kris and followed up by driving the butt of her weapon into the woman’s chest. Kris fell back and the shimmersuit failed, reverting to a glossy black.

“So much for your unfair advantage.” Tanis pointed the pulse rifle at the woman’s head. “Now drop the blades and put your hands behind your head.”

The woman snorted, a sound that didn’t work well with part of her face sliced open, and raised her right hand. As a static shield sprung out of her forearm Angela fed an intercepted Link communication to Tanis:

The man replied.