Human Legion: Marine Cadet Part 50

None of this would be possible if not for the Trogs, whose tunneling and construction ability was miraculous. They built rectangular rooms with level floors for human usage, constructed drainage and ventilation channels and hardened conduits for power and data feeds. Their arterial corridors were broad: wide enough to take ten humans abreast, plus at least one line of the monorail system which the Trogs used to transport mounds of heavy equipment, spoil, and Trog workers.

The tunnel system already stretched for several klicks around the Hardit base Arun had fought over in the Battle of the Swoons. Given a generation or two, the entire moon would be honeycombed with their tunneling.

Best of all was the pleasure of sharing honest toil with the brothers and sisters of his unit. He wasn't sure why, but he was accepted once more as part of the unit. Perhaps it was trying to save Springer's life? He also suspected that they weren't being constantly fed combat drugs any more, though he had no way to be certain of that. Sergeant Gupta had taken Arun to one side and explained that sometimes when a group of untested Marines first comes under fire, invisible bonds are forged between the survivors that are stronger than animosities built up over the preceding years.

Springer would be back soon. She'd be able to explain what had changed.

The Trogs were everywhere but it was impossible to guess their number when all scribes and all workers looked identical. The one Trog Arun considered to be an individual was nowhere to be seen... until the day before the reinforcements from Bolt squad were due to arrive. Arun was given an order to report to a deep level where he had never been. He guessed the summons had not come from a human.

"Didn't think you were going to see me again," Arun told his old friend who had been waiting for him. Pedro seemed to be growing into his new body. The dead 'skin' had flaked away to leave a rough carapace of mottled gray with ridges running around his body like hoops around an ancient wooden barrel. His legs had atrophied. Arun wondered whether they would eventually drop off, a body part not required in great parents.

"This is the last time I plan for us to have a conversation," Pedro replied.

"So this is for old times' sake, eh?"

"Arun McEwan, do you recall why our first planned encounter was on orbital platform?"

"So we couldn't be overheard."

"Correct. Orbital platforms have heavy defense against infiltration by nano spies. And now too, finally, is this area of our new moonbase. We may speak freely."

"Let me guess. You're going to tell me that the Night Hummers have spoken of Xin too. That's she's part of their prophecy."

Pedro whirled his antennae in consternation. In his old body, Arun reckoned, he'd be scampering around too.

"But you are accurate," said Pedro when he'd recovered. "How can this be so?"

"I have my sources."

"This is excellent news, if surprising. Our hopes for freedom and expansion rest on both your pairs of narrow human shoulders. If you knew this already, perhaps your shoulders are a little broader than I thought."

"Nice human metaphor, pal."

"I thank you."

"What I don't know," said Arun, "is how the purple girl fits in. Little Scar talked of a purple girl."

"I know nothing of this. I do not think Lee Xin will change her color. My guess is that this purple human is an adaptation of your species bred for camouflage on worlds rich with vegetation. Foliage on most planets is purple. I enjoy speculating with you, but this is only a guess."

Arun thought that over. Little scar had talked of someone arriving at Tranquility soon. No point guessing, though. He'd just have to keep an eye open. "You've been a great help, Pedro," he said, knowing the old Pedro would glow with pleasure at the praise. "Really. But now you're cutting me loose. I understand that, but since I'm on my own, do you have any last advice for me?"

"Only what Sergeant Gupta tells me he has been trying to tell you all along: to keep your head down and wait for your chance."

"Is that it?"

"No."

When Pedro didn't elaborate, Arun grinned and placed a hand on Pedro's rough carapace. "I know you too well for you to confuse me, my friend. Pedro, please tell me what else you have to tell me."

"You are mistaken. Anything I have not told you is self-evident."

Arun laughed. "Have you forgotten that you regard the male human brain to be blinkered and s.e.x-obsessed? What is self-evident that we have not yet discussed?"

"That I will aid you if I can, but I have no influence outsystem. That if you need refuge in the Tranquility system I will try to provide it here on Antilles."

"Is that truly it? Nothing more to tell me?"

"There is plenty more. However, there are things it is best you do not know. Otherwise if you were interrogated..."

"Yeah. I get it." He gently caressed Pedro's feathery antennae. Under a covering of downy hairs, they were surprisingly stiff; cracked too, like perished black plastic. He'd never ditch his Cadet p.r.o.ng rep if any human saw him, but Pedro was his good friend, and communicating through touch was a human thing.

"I never did get around to touching you there," Arun said. "Does it feel nice?"

"Oh, yes. Y - e - sss." The artificial voice distorted, growing fuzzier until becoming a low rumble. It had never done that before. Then Pedro's legs buckled, giving way under him, Arun s.n.a.t.c.hed his hands away, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g face up in disgust. "You're kidding me. That's not... I mean I didn't just...?

When Pedro recovered, he curled his antennae and answered: "Your s.e.x obsession continues to amuse. When I was altered to morph into a new great parent, I pa.s.sed by the reproductive stages, never to reclaim them. I am incapable of what you would call s.e.xual arousal. Your touch was merely very relaxing."

"Thank frakk for that. Well, I guess if that's all you have to say, then it's farewell, you big lunk. It was been good having you as a friend."

"I have not ceased being a friend, Arun, but now I must be a secret one. The action of Ensign Thunderclaws drew a great deal of attention to you. It has been noted and questioned. I gave you the choice of your reinforcements so that you could demonstrate loyalty to your nest brothers and sisters, I do not wish to further the sense that you are special. That is why this is our last meeting. Farewell, human McEwan."

With that, Pedro turned and swam through the wall.

Arun blinked, barely believing his eyes. In his morphing body, Pedro was struggling to walk, but he swam through the chewed rock as if it were his natural element.

How the frakk did he do that?

Arun inspected the wall, remembering back to that first training exercise when the Troggie guardians had emerged through the walls. Yet they had struggled to dig him out of the hole his grenades had scooped out for him. The packed earth or rock dust Pedro had disappeared into felt powdery and glistened with slime. He thrust his hands into the wall which parted until he'd nearly pushed in up to his elbows. Then the earth hardened.

Idiot! Arun yanked his arms back, but it was too late! The soil had hardened around him. He screamed for help He was lucky some pa.s.sing Trog workers were nearby. They came racing through the pa.s.sageway, milling around in confusion when they got to Arun. He waggled his upper arms, trying to communicate that he was stuck.

They looked at the wall. They looked at the human who had summoned them. They looked at each other.

Then one rubbed its antennae over Arun's s.h.i.+rt, over the spot where Pedro had implanted his scent communicator.

Now the big aliens understood, flinging themselves at the wall in their eagerness to free Arun.

Arun understood too. It wasn't his human screams that had summoned the Troggie workers, it was his distress interpreted by the device and translated into pheromones, just as Pedro's box translated the scents he communicated into human speech.

When his limbs came free, the cramps he felt in his arms were excruciating, but Arun ignored that and filled his mind with a sense of grat.i.tude.

By the way the workers scampered around, rubbing themselves against him, the Trogs were basking in his praise.

Arun grinned. Being queen of the ants could prove pretty useful. Though he started to have doubts as he dusted himself off and went to rejoin the rest of his section, who were readying to patrol the mining area where the insurrection had started, an exercise in being seen. Five Troggie workers followed in a neat column behind Arun.

He began to wonder what Madge would say if he didn't find the pheromone that told them to clear off.

* Chapter 66 *

On the day Bolt Squad were due to join them in the growing Antilles tunnel complex, excitement spread through Indigo Squad like a fever. By way of welcome, the cadets constructed an item that could loosely be described as a cake.

Umarov said this was madness. Having a party with Indigo would be the last thing on the newcomers' minds. If he were in their place he'd want to rip the heads off everyone in Indigo and spit down their necks.

Umarov always complained. It was just his way. But he meant what he said because he stuck close to Arun all day, explaining that the cadet needed protection more than anyone. He even guarded Arun when they showered after the two had spent a day showing a Marine presence at a cl.u.s.ter of heavy element mines about 150 klicks east of their main base.

Although they called them showers, water was far too scarce to be blasted at dirty cadets. Instead they stripped off and rubbed into their bodies a warmed-up ocher goop, which looked like fine moon dust mixed in with the kind of degreasing agent used to clean machine parts. Then they used plastic sc.r.a.pers to lift off the cleaner. It sounded primitive but was surprisingly effective, leaving their skin cleaner and more refreshed than the Detroit showers.

"I still don't get why you're so worried about Bolt Squad," said Arun as he scooped the cleaning slime from his calves. "You've graduated, which makes you senior to them. I know Gupta asked Madge to run the section, and we could all see a few days ago that you and Madge have finally sorted between you how that works."

"You noticed our bruises, eh?"

"The limps were kinda obvious too."

"Get to the point, McEwan. Technically I outrank all the cadets in Bolt Squad. You want to know why I don't just order them to play nice."

"Well?"

Umarov shrugged. "Enlarging the group means we need to re-establish the new pecking order, same as I did with Majanita. Can't be avoided. Fighting human nature never works. I'm just here to keep you alive, pal. The rest is up to you."

Arun walked naked through the slime-coated floor and out into the pa.s.sageway followed by Umarov. Clean fatigues were waiting in the dorm chamber. Back in Detroit he would've picked fresh fatigues from the bins in the shower block. Laundry was one of life's practical details they hadn't yet perfected.

"Now you've settled in, do you ever feel like taking Madge's place?" Arun asked. "Or Brandt's? Lance sergeant Umarov. How does that sound to you?"

"Worse than a death sentence," growled Umarov. They entered the dorm warren, making for their section's chamber. "The First Law of Soldiering still applies today. Never volunteer for everything. You'll learn one day."

"But Brandt, Del and Madge - none of them volunteered," protested Arun. "They were picked as NCO tryouts."

"Maybe," Umarov admitted as they entered their chamber. They waved a greeting at Brandt, Del-Marie and Sadri, who was one of the new members of the section. "But you're forgetting the Second Law of Soldiering - never stand out. Your cadet NCOs broke the Second Law and paid the price. No offense, Lancer Del."

Del-Marie looked up from the softscreen he was studying with Brandt. "None take, Grognard."

Arun laughed. Del and Umarov had understood each other from the start. The one time Arun had tried calling Umarov Grognard, the carabinier had given him an icy stare of warning.

Simultaneously they all fell silent when they sensed a disturbance following Arun and Umarov through the dorm chambers.

It might be Bolt Squad.

Arun climbed into his pants and hunted for his s.h.i.+rt. Then he caught sight of Del and Brandt getting to their feet and face the entrance. They looked seriously p.i.s.sed.

Abandoning the search for his clothes, Arun turned around, just in time to duck under a flying fist. The shoulder barge that followed knocked him to the ground.

"This is your fault, McEwan."

He looked up at Xin Lee's face.

What the h.e.l.l was she doing here?

"No," he said. "No, it's nothing to do with me."

"Get to your feet," she hissed, "so I can knock you down again."

Two more cadets burst in, both female.

"You kids listen up," shouted one of the invaders. "We don't want to be here." She pointed at Arun. "He is the worst of you, but I blame you all. If you know what's best for you, keep out of our way. We run this moon now. When you're off duty, you stay in your dorm. The rest of Antilles is off limits. Understand?"

Arun and the other members of the team all looked to Brandt for leaders.h.i.+p.

"Save your threats for someone who will listen to them," said Brandt, sounding even more p.i.s.sed than Xin. "You've no right to order us around. Besides, when Cadet McEwan was ordered to select a squad to join us, he didn't pick you. He picked Bolt Squad."

"But we are Bolt Squad." The speaker emerged from the adjoining chamber and pushed in front of the newcomers. "Cadet Lance Corporal Lee was transferred to our squad two days ago. So was I. Care to explain why?"

Xin's arrival had been a shock, but the ident.i.ty of the newcomer made Arun's eyes pop so wide they threatened to explode. Standing in front of him was Chief Instructor Nhlappo. Except she was clearly in charge of the Bolt Squad expedition. Given the stripe on her shoulder, she was now Lance Corporal Nhlappo. Here, no doubt, to give him h.e.l.l.

"Answer me!" she bellowed.

"Ma'am, sorry ma'am."

"Don't give me ma'am, McEwan!"

"Sorry, Lance Corporal."

"So now even you understand, McEwan. You are to blame because you are an alien-f.a.ggot. If the colonel had punished you rather than myself, Hortez and LaSalle, then you would never have been able to stick your tongue up whatever pa.s.ses for Troggie b.u.t.t." She frowned at Umarov, as if trying to figure out his role. Then she shrugged. "Carry on, Bolt Squad."

"Yes, Lance Corporal," answered Xin and the two other Bolt Squad cadets. They were panting, eyes wild and teeth bared. Eager for a fight.

"Oh, frakk!" said Del-Marie. "They're on combat stims."

Nhlappo withdrew out of sight behind a phalanx of more Bolt Squad cadets who advanced into the chamber and spread out, hugging the edge of the chamber.

Xin nodded. It was a signal to attack. All three of the cadets who'd first arrived leaped on Brandt, pummeling him on the ground. The others in Bolt Squad - another dozen cadets - stood at the ready, daring anyone on Indigo Squad to intervene.

Arun dared. He dodged out of the clutches of a lunging Bolt Squad sentinel, and jumped onto the bundle of bodies that had formed over Brandt. He grappled, trying to reach into the writhing ma.s.s and pull attackers off his lance sergeant. Umarov was running interference behind him.

A kick to his nose threw Arun off the writhing bodies but only for a moment. He dove back in, riding the punches and kicks to get purchase. Del-Marie and Sadri were somewhere in this confusing melee too but the ma.s.s of limbs was too confusing to make out. Finally, Arun got a good hold of a leg and levered himself backward. The legs kicked and thrashed but he pulled the attacker off Brandt.

The attacker rolled to one side before springing to her feet. She glared at Arun. It was Xin. Figures.

Her beautiful dark eyes flashed danger, immobilizing Arun with horror even when those eyes were coming straight at him. He snapped out of his stupor just in time, slipping under her headb.u.t.t and throwing her over his shoulder.

She grunted when her head sent a chair spinning and she landed with a thud onto her back.