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?? Plavurimtsu (2),\n4269, 10. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fresh fallen snow\ntried its hardest to crunch beneath Kaewer’s armoured feet as she slid through\nthe frigid alien night but her own magic smothered the sound almost before it\nhappened. Another small spells whisked away her footprints scant inches from\nher heels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The small town of\nFlapaidia twinkled before her, an island of light in a dark stark world. The\nsame town where, if the MoNI Intelligence was right, several high ranking\nMuragaki had gathered for a quiet holiday retreat. The Magi of Dead-Knowledge\nwhere the Soudathkin Dominions single most valuable magical asset and an\naberration of the natural order. Not even the last half-century of relatively\ncold-war would\u2019ve stopped MoNI planners from nearly wetting themselves at the\nstrategic windfall. Three Muragaki masters and their personal students attended\nonly by a light skeleton guard and staff were a tempting target. Having them\nisolated on a sleepy little border world along the edge of the Soudathkin-Wilds\nborder was a gift from the ancestors. Or a trap. Kaewer frozen fractionally as\nthe thought flitted across her mind. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

If it was a trap, it\nwas a sloppy one. No one could\u2019ve known her people were coming or that they had\narrived. The Dive Shark-D that they\u2019d ridden was the height of Imperium stealth\ntech, a stealth destroyer that even Kaewer had barely heard rumours of. The Ash\nsingle-person drop pods the destroyer had flung at the planet from the edges of\nits immediate orbital sensor net were even harder to spot. With their\nlow-speed, anti-grav cushioned decent and nighttime drop, the odds of even the\nmost hair-triggered sensor network noticing the teams drop was low. If this was\na trap, it would be set to catch an enemy that the ambushers couldn\u2019t know were\ncoming. Any trap would have to be reactive instead of proactive, with all the\ninherent delays that entailed. Which meant the muragaki were dead regardless of\nany waiting ambush. Getting out though. Getting out was going to be harder. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kaewer continued her\nsteady advance toward the town, arrowing in on the small temple compound along\nits eastern fringe, just north of the small lake.  It was slow going as she kept her movements\npainstakingly slow and smooth to avoid catching the attention of any watchers.\nHer assault armour\u2019s paint had shifted into a molted pattern of snow white and\ngrey. The small see-me-not illusion over top was just added insurance, help\nprotect her from the shockingly open scrubland that surrounded the town. Kaewer\nknew she was just a part of a double thick arc of Kidorlus that were spending\nthe night slowly slinking toward the temple. They were the only Iradathkins on\nthe world, except for one special agent. One very luck, very warm special agent\nwho should be getting in touch very soon… Kaewer mused as the temple wall\nloomed large ahead of her. She was on her belly, crawling forward an inch every\nfive minutes now. The temple guards were so close she could read the names off\ntheir winter coats without using any of her armour\u2019s vision enhancers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t forget to\npurchase Crystal Beet Scrub today! Guaranteed to clean or your money\nback!” Kaewer grinned at sudden broadcast from the town’s advertising\nnetwork. The slightly altered sub-frequency that her communications equipment\nwas scanning for wouldn’t be hard for a computer forensics expert to find but\nonly in the aftermath of what was about to happen. For now, anyone who did catch\nan off-frequency advertisement would just assume the advertisers were frequency\nhopping to get past any blocking software. In other words, it was the perfect\nsignal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zero Seconds<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The temple’s modest\nsecurity FI noticed the sudden appearance of an unknown, encrypted network\nwithin milliseconds. It spent a few more precious milliseconds analyzing the\ndata against its threat thresholds before spitting an alert to its meat space\nhandlers. Surprise froze the young ialor in charge of security, a hapless private\nwhose boss had stepped away at the wrong moment. Those precious seconds of\nsurprise, confusion and indecision weren’t enough for Kaewer, already alerted\nand moving, to bring her rifle to bear and fire at her first target, a\npatrolling guard with a bored droop. If the fight had been entirely at the\nmercy of meat-space intelligences, the alarm would’ve been ringing before\nanyone had fired a shot. But it wasn’t and Kaewer’s own military-grade Fragment\nIntelligence built into her advanced Interface and boosted by her assault\narmour was to the temple’s FI what a surface-to-air missile was to a bow and\narrow. Before the private in the security room had processed the alert message,\nKaewer’s FI was tearing through the temple’s wireless network, shredding firewalls\nand defensive programs like cobwebs. And it wasn’t alone, a half dozen other\nhigh-end military FI’s launched a nearly simultaneous attack on the temple’s\ndigital defenders. By the time, the private’s hand came down on the ALARM\nbutton and Kaewer’s finger pulled her trigger back, the war for the temple’s\nnetwork had been decided. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four Seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sullen click of\nthe ALARM button caused the Dominion private to blink. Click. He hit the button\nagain in dumbfounded confusion. Click. Still no sirens. “This is SecCom,\nwe have a system breach! All units go to\u2026” No telltale feedback, no\nresponse on the comm network. Click. Mind dull with shock, the private hit the\nbutton one more time, a part of him hoping this was just a test. Then the metal\ndoor behind him burst open and training swung the private around only to find\nhis sergeant standing, his eyes wide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We’re under\nattack!” The security sergeant shouted at the dazed private, the muted\nphoom of gunfire barely audible in the background. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eight Seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kaewer bared her\nteeth in a feral grin as she squeezed her rifle’s trigger. Her gun phoomed as\nit hurled its sapphire energy bolt toward the clueless guard. A fraction of a\nsecond later the guard spun, gore exploding from his head. Kaewer didn’t waste\nher time on needless orders as she exploded into a sprint. Her renewed\nconnection to the unit’s L-net showed her the exact location of all seventeen\nother Kidorlus. Everyone was in motion, executing a plan they’d drilled on for\ndays before their arrival. Vines spidered up the wall, their young, fresh\ngreenness a shock in the winter-stilled landscape as they grew in seconds. With\nfresh handholds and the exaggerated power of their armour, the Kidorlus were\nover the temple wall in seconds. Rifles phoomed in sporadic bursts as the\nattackers cut down anything moving. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eighteen seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pairs slit off,\nheading for the temple gates or security rooms. They moved following memorized\nand displayed blueprints their deep cover contact had provided. Kaewer headed\nstraight for the temple’s guest quarters. Sergeant Lorkei and several of his\nsquad members pushed inward as well, scrambling over the wall and in from other\ndirections. Jalbystro and Uancai were angling toward the quarters too, the\nlarge carnaven smashing through decorative planters while her spry halinwas\npartner leapt onto the roof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thirty Seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A stout wooden gate\nclosed the guest quarters off from the rest of the temple compound backed by a\nmanicured lawn and walkway. It vanished into shrapnel as Kaewer hit the gate with\na wall of kinetic energy that tore through it. \nA security guard tumbled through the air in the hailstorm of wood.\nAnother guard staggered into view, clutching the two-foot long spear of door in\nhis arm. Kaewer shot him without slowing and slid through the entrance on a\nsudden sheet of ice that coated the lawn. Energy bolts exploded past her as\nsurprised security fired where they expected their target to be. A deeper boom\nboom boom ripped the air as Uancai opened fire with her Aricor Nightstalker Sniper\nRifle. Security went limp as 8.12 TEOIS energy bolts ripped through them, their\ncover and blew holes in the ground beyond. Kaewer’s own Wraith Assault Rifle\nphoomed again, catching a running draiker in the spine even as Jalbystro raced\npast the Jirvaerka. Another door exploded inward, this time giving way to sheer\nmass as Jalbystro leveled an armored shoulder into the synthetic-wood door and\ntore it from its hinges.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A small boulder\nricocheted off the falling door, cracking the stone wall before falling to the\nground. A young ialar in apprentice’s robes stood beside a half-open door, her\neyes wide as she chanted hurriedly. Jalbystro’s claws, armoured versions of her\nactual claws, tore the draiker ialar\u2019s face off as she passed, the violence of\nthe strike slamming the young muragaki’s back hard against the door frame.\nSeveral things snapped as the Iradathkins raced past and the muragaki\u2019s scream\nvanished in choked crackle before it started. Kaewer’s FI marked the young\nialar for cleanup by someone else but it noted the gurgling whistle of escaping\nair that meant she was already dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Forty-Five Seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kaewer and Jalbystro\nwere the first two Iradathkins to reach the guest quarter’s inner courtyard\nwith Uancai scrambling along the roofs overhead. The two on the ground split\nup, cautious as they reached the heart of the enemy position. Jalbystro circled\nto the left, sniffing warily at the tense air. Kaewer strode straight into the\ncourtyard’s center, rifle sweeping between the surrounding columns, in a silent\nchallenge. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A fleeting image on\nL-Net showed a swarm of fiery insects diving straight for Uancai, who’d found a\ndecent overwatch position only seconds earlier. L-Net showed the halinwas\ndiving for cover even as some other Iradathkin mage countered with spout of\nwater. Then Kaewer had her own problems as electricity rose from the courtyard\nflagstones like fog, taking the shape of snarling lunging animals made of\nlighting. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I think we made\nthem mad,” Kaewer muttered to Jalbystros over the L-Net. Her own counter\nspell forced a circle of calm to spread around her, pushing the electric shapes\nback a meter. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So, the\nConfused send a Lost One and their pet animals to challenge us,” The male\nvoice oozed, echoing from every shadow in the courtyard. Jalbystro let herself\nget herded into a corner by two snarling electric hunting cats and began to\npray.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How desperate\nthey must be, to rely on fallen mages and mortal hedge-witches,” Another\nmale voice taunted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How lost they\nare, to savage so many innocents to kill us,” the first voice agreed.\n“Tell me child, does it bring you any great joy to kill monks or set your\nsavages against apprentices?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m a warrior,\nlike you. I follow orders and protect my own,” Kaewer answered, watching\nthe sullen orange tendril’s of Jalbystro’s own strange magic reach into the\nshadows unheeded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Child, you came\nto us. Your own were safe until your master’s gave you orders.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The people of\nAbisplika would beg to differ, Duke Thilmir,” Kaewer countered, slowing building\nher own grand spell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“People? There\nwere no people, only animals and the corruptible!” The second male, a Duke\nThilmir, shouted. “You Iradathkins have become so lost to the tenants of\nthe Firstborne that you consort with those who brought the Shadow down upon\nus!” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Only someone\nwho deluded and broke their own mind by playing with false necromancy could see\nthe world such,” Kaewer retorted, anxiously counting the seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You DARE!\nSorimaikyas ci varak fe muswa zui!” A new swarm of flaming insects began\nto swirl overhead. So, Kaewer mused, intel was right about Duke Thilmir at\nleast. A sharp mental prod from Jalbystro over the L-Net told Kaewer the time\nfor talk was done. The subtle orange outlined two draikers at the far end of\nthe courtyard. Stupid, Kaewer snorted mentally, it\u2019s the first place anyone\nwould check.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“For one so\nyoung, you walked into the verep den with astounding confidence. It’s a shame\nto kill such audacity,” The first male voice lamented, the tenor of regret\njust a shade false enough to be heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Duke Thilmir,\nMarquis Falta. It’s been a pleasure, but you really should mind to your magic\nbetter.” Emerald lighting rippled through the courtyard, swallowing\nMarquis Falta’s own electric beasts in its tidal wave and stripping the Soudathkin’s\nenshrouding illusion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the same time,\nJalbystro shouted “Voyddh za Lakti, your child calls!” And Something\nreached through the fabric of the world and crushed the fire swarm overhead\neven as something else lunged toward Duke Thilmir. The Duke was a high-ranking\nmember of the Soudathkin Dominion’s nobility and full of the knowledge of\nnumerous predecessors, older mages whose deaths had transferred their knowledge\nto another of their caste. He was also a highly trained mage in his own right\nand a particular luminary in the combined fields of Evocation and Calling. A\nmaster at manipulating elemental spirits in combat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was also, events\nwould show, stupid. He’d dismissed the carnaven as a little more than muscle, a\ndisposable lump of meat that couldn’t possibly be a threat. Despite his own\nvast store of knowledge, he’d not even bothered to try and sense the shamanic\nmagic Jalbystro had been calling on. When the something lunging at him tore the\nlower part of his left torso and left leg free, his wards didn’t even twitch,\nall attention focused on Kaewer until far too late.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Lujimin,”\nMarquis Falta intoned as the something lunged toward him. Jalbystro cried out\nin pain as the something was forced out of reality by his magic. “A\ndisappointing, if surprisingly successful, trick. I admit, I didn’t sense the\ndog’s seekers, but her hedge magic is hardly a threat to a proper mage.”\nThe disdainful look he gave at the rapidly bleeding out duke nearly killed him\nas Kaewer hurled a pair of iron-hard ice lances at him. The half instinctual\njerk his body gave kept the pair of lances from skewering him outright but one\ntore hard through his outer thigh. His own oker blood mingled with the lifeblood\nof his former comrade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Raik,\nStomara” He snarled, thrusting his right hand at Kaewer, palm out. Crimson\nlighting flashed across the courtyard, burning into the Jirvaerka. The rolling thunderclap\nechoed oddly as an emerald fire exploded just inches over the Marquis’ head,\nthe shockwave throwing him to the ground, but the flames didn\u2019t seem to touch\nhim. Secondary fires, natural and spellfire, winked out as ball of\nsuper-concentrated cold stole their heat with equal violence. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Marquis, I\ncan’t believe you haven’t figured out who I am, but I suppose all you need to\nknow is I bring death,” Kaewer’s smile was as frigid as the ball of cold\nshe summoned to stop the fires. The Marquis staggered to his feet, clothes\nlightly singed and fringed with hoarfrost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Your power is\nfalse, Lost one. Raikoom!” The sky split open as a crimson lightning bolt\nthe width of a small house hammered down, drawn straight onto Kaewer. The\nroiling thunder masked the rapid boom boom boom of a certain rifle and when\nKaewer blinked the after images from her eyes, Marquis Falta’s head and heart\nwere little more than charred holes and spread patterns of gore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No,\nMarquis,” Kaewer muttered, shaking her hand to chase off the dying sparks\nof crimson lightning. “My power is distinctive.” She switched mental\ngears and turned over her shoulder. “Are you okay, Jal?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Stupid\ntoad-blooded demon, I hope Voyddh za Lakti feasts on your liver for a thousand\nyears!” The large caniod snarled in response. “Sura, that hurt!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Targets One,\nThree and Four down. All units, report status,” Kaewer demanded, breaking\nradio silence for the first time. Jalbystro was fine if she was swearing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Targets Two and\nFive are dead, Boss,” That was Lorkei. “I’ve got one injured but none\ndown.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Gate and main\ncompound secured. There’s nothing but us breathing out here. If Target Six is\nhiding, she’s somewhere in there with you,” Master Sergeant Tavoik \u2018Minks\u2019\nPoras, Karvusan Seven\u2019s executive officer, reported briskly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Surbai\nlovely,” Kaewer muttered. “Lorkei bring in your team, we’ve got a\ncatatonic kid hiding somewhere in the guest quarters. Jalbystro\u2026”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m going to\nhave to sniff her out,” The caniod snarled, unlatching the front of her\nspecially designed helmet. “The piece of maiso Stinger shot knocked my\nmagic onto the wobbly for another few hours.” She used the halinwas\u2019\nnickname with affection, even with the deprecating curse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We’re going\nroom by room, killing anyone left,” Kaewer said, making sure she broadcast\nthe order unit-wide. “Nasty part about Muragaki is if we miss even one of\nthem, all the knowledge we wanted to deny the Dominion survives. We know our\nsix targets, but we can’t risk there being a seventh intel missed.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And what if\nthere is another Muragaki on the continent?” That was a private from\nLorkei’s unit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Intel says\nthat\u2019s not possible,” Kaewer answered dryly. \u201cThey also say they\u2019ve got a\nplan for that. I seriously don\u2019t want to know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Jirvaerka, you\nknow what this kid represents right?” Lorkei asked over a private channel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“A minimum of\nfour thousand years of magical knowledge and research in the mind of a young\napprentice. I know, it\u2019s a surbai golden opportunity but unless you want to\nleave someone behind, our way out doesn’t have spare room.” Kaewer sighed.\n“Falling stars! I’d love to get her back home but I’m not sure how we\u2019d\nmanage it.” A door crashed open behind her and someone’s scream ended\nabruptly by the roar of Jalbystro’s shotgun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Maiso,”\nLorkei muttered. “You\u2019d have thought Command would\u2019ve seen this\npossibility and accounted for it. The tight timetable and the fact that they\ndropped us with capture pods, not Stealth Talons don\u2019t leave us a ton of\noptions.”  Capture pods were, at the\nmost basic, reverse drop pods. They fit a single, or a small squad of people\nand accelerated using anti-gravity into a near planetary orbit where a\nspecially outfitted ship could scoop them up as it passed by. They included\nenough life support for about three days, but they were capable of reentry if\nthe podder got jumpy. They made a great covert ops exfiltration methodology,\nbut their non-frills nature didn\u2019t make them the most flexible tool. Extra\npeople were one of those things they couldn\u2019t accommodate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Surbai sura,\u201d\nKaewer snarled, caving in a small dresser with a savage kick. A new list of\norders was unrolling itself in her L-Net vision. \u201cApparently someone in command\nhas a low opinion of us. New orders just appeared, contingency plan in the\nevent the opportunity to capture a Muragaki presents itself and we\u2019ve had\n\u2018combat losses\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Torch the dead\nand take the kid?” Lorkei guessed with a snort. \u201cWe don\u2019t have any dead.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStars, this reads\nlike a ladishin Dominion villain from a holo-vid. I\u2019m apparently to select a\n\u2018combat-ineffective\u2019 casualty to leave behind to make their way off world on\ntheir own devices and take the kid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is a dark-op, we\ncan\u2019t leave anyone behind. Anyone we leave behind would know far too much\u2026\u201d\nLorkei grunted as he worked through the implications. \u201cAre you sure MoNI wrote\nthat order?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAllegedly,\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo, what are you\ngoing to do?\u201d The quiet phoom-pop of gunfire trickled over her second\u2019s feed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The sura do you\nthink I\u2019m going to do? ” Kaewer nearly spit in her helmet. “I\u2019d have\ngutted Forial if he\u2019d even suggested something like this to me, but I guess\nthat\u2019s why it was time delayed. I might gut him anyway, as soon as I find out\nwho he\u2019s working for. Glad I left contingencies to make it hard to leave us\nbehind or abduct us though.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That\u2019s\u2026 good\ncall, Lieutenant.” Lorkei gulped. \u201cLet\u2019s hope whoever it was doesn\u2019t\ndecide that your mom\u2019s wrath is more convenient than you coming home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Well sura\nthem,” Kaewer spat. Behind her Jalybystro was smashing in her third door\nand around the corner, Kaewer could here Lorkei’s team smashing another door.\nAnother shout, this time male, and another roar of the carnaven’s shotgun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four Minutes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Found\nher,” Jalbystro rumbled, a minute later. Kaewer shouldered her rifle,\nracking it home into the specialized carrier and dropped her right hand to her\nside. Her Varkantis Fracture pistol popped free of its leg compartment as her\nhand swung down to meet it, connecting with the smooth solidity of practice.\nShe stalked out of the room she\u2019d been clearing and moved with L-Net born\nconfidence through the ruined halls of the temple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You and Lorkei\nfigure out what you\u2019re going to do with her yet?” The carnaven asked over\nL-Net. She had already resealed her helmet and was standing just inside a small\nmonk\u2019s room staring down at a young draiker female who was collapsed across the\nsmall cot. An old-fashioned writing desk and small trunk rounded out the room\u2019s\nfurnishings. The girl\u2019s eyes were wide open, watching things with a mixture of\nmadness and terrible sanity. Her mouth was working silently, spilling the\nsecrets of untold eons in silent jerks and twitches while her limbs jerked in\ntime to some unknown beat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat makes you think\nwe had to figure that out?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m big, not\nstupid,\u201d Jalbystro rumbled. \u201cI can also count. From the way you were destroying\nfurniture, I\u2019d bet no one expected us to get through this without any dead and\nyour orders want us to prioritize getting her out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, well,\u201d Kaewer\nsighed. She leveled her pistol and squeezed the trigger four times, nearly\natomizing the young ialar\u2019s head and heart. \u201cNo one alive besides us, no\nissue.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStars Boss, that was\ncold.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid you want to stay\non this iceball?\u201d Jalbystro shuddered, her armour rattling as it amplified the\nmotion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood because it\u2019s a\nlittle late to volunteer.\u201d Kaewer said, gesturing to the corpse. She reopened\nher private channel to Lorkei. \u201cProblem resolved, time to get the children back\nto the bus.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eight hours later, her team was gone. Only a scattered handful of sensors in the system noting the traces of their ride’s outbound Shift in the disinterested way a computer might regard some back scatter. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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