Ryan dashed madly through the halls, wing tips that had
never been meant for running beating out a staccato pattern on the tiles. He
could hear the blasts outside the walls, the quick rapport of gunfire answered
by the almost silent hissing of the invading army’s weaponry. They had come out
of nowhere, appearing in the sky overnight and blasting away several of the
largest cities on the planet without any warning. Ryan dodged around a pair of
startled interns standing in the middle of the corridor. A particularly loud
hiss ended their confusion as a chunk of the wall exploded, priceless artwork
and masonry gone in an instant.
Ryan turned left at a juncture, and caught sight of his goal
in the distance. A small, unassuming door lay set off to the side next to a
pair of lavatories. His people’s tendency to hide important things in
out-of-the-way places had helped them weather the first onslaught, allowing
them to prosecute a war they were clearly losing. The invading forces were not
invincible – Ryan had seen enough of their forms littering the ground, oddly
hairless faces peering through broken visors as their bodies seeped a red
liquid he assumed was their blood. Their technological superiority, though, had
been evident all along. They took control
of our communications easily enough, Ryan thought as he ran, so it figures they’d find us sooner or
later.
He opened the small door, not bothering to knock. Judging by
the madness inside the room, no one would have heard him anyway. Glowing
screens covered one wall, displaying security footage from outside the
compound. Far too many of those images
are blank, Ryan thought sadly. I
don’t think we’re going to make it through this one.
The emperor was where Ryan knew he would be, standing
quietly next to the device that was his right. The Last Resort stood there,
quiet and ominous in its state of readiness. Ryan approached and fell to one
knee before the emperor, but he was quickly bidden to his feet.
“Not much point in that now, is there?” The sonorous voice that
had enthralled so many crowds held a note of sadness today. He indicated the
room around them, the activity panicked in its intensity. “We work to hold on
long enough, to let our civilians get to safety, but we no longer have any real
chance of escape.”
“Your highness, there is always hope,” Ryan asserted,
desperation playing through his voice.
“Ah, the optimism of the young.” The emperor turned to look
at him. “So tell me, what news have you brought?”
“Your daughter and son are safe, your highness. The
transport left an hour ago.”
“Small comforts.” The emperor sighed. “You have been a
trusted friend and advisor.”
“Thank you, highness.”
The emperor waved a dismissive hand. “I speak only the
truth. You’ve been with me since we were both children, enduring the same
training, taking on your role as my prime guard with tenacity and dedication. I
will never forget that.”
“Nor will I, highness.”
The emperor turned back to the screens. Scenes of horror
from around the area were displayed in a grid along the far wall. Here a pack
of defenders firing into the forests were vaporized by a stray flash of light –
some kind of particle beam nobody understood. There, a lone soldier charged a
hill held by the enemy only to be cut down by the same weapon. A third showed
only a burning husk of a vehicle – one of the few they had left. Nothing they
had seemed able to stop the devastation wrought by the invaders – their
greatest defenses cut to pieces like meat carved off a carcass. Another screen
went black – they were down to a dozen now, the original eighty-one defense
points having fallen one-by-one.
The building rocked from some kind of impact. Ryan couldn’t
tell what it was – whether it was some of the invader’s pernicious beams
causing a section of the structure to collapse, or more of those kinetic energy
weapons – weapons no more complex than a guided metal bar driven with great
force from the sky – crashing into the ground nearby. We might have had a chance, if those weapons didn’t target everything
that moved, Ryan mused bitterly. All
of our artillery and military vehicles destroyed in fifteen minutes. And we
thought ourselves mighty.
“Commander, what is our status?” The emperor’s voice rang
out over the din, its full tones overriding the cacophony of chatter in the war
room.
A man looked up. His uniform was bedraggled, as if he’d been
dragged out of bed and thrust into it bodily. That probably isn’t too far from the truth, Ryan thought. The
commander straightened his lapels and began speaking.
“Sir, most of the roads coming into the area have been taken
by the enemy. Our forces have been reduced to a tenth of their original size,
and that number falls by the minute. We have had several perimeter breaches of
the command center. So far none of the invaders have stepped inside the walls,
but that is only a matter of time.”
“I see.” The emperor pondered for a moment. “And what of our
other forces?”
“We lost communications with the empire’s other military
units approximately three hours ago.”
“And on the rest of the planet?”
The commander shrugged. “Our information is obviously
limited in that area, but our spies that are still active report the same story
all around – no one has stood against the invaders and met with any kind of
success.”
“Thank you commander.” The man returned to his duties, and
the emperor sighed. He turned to face Ryan. “It seems like we’re up against the
wall here.”
Ryan nodded solemnly. “I don’t see how we can salvage this
one.”
“And a moment ago you were so optimistic.” The emperor laughed,
a sad sound with no trace of mirth. He held up a controller, retracting the
cover from the firing mechanism. He placed his thumb on the button, and smiled
at Ryan. “For the glory of the empire.”
A flash of color in one of the monitors caught Ryan’s eye. A
hint of clothing and a familiar face being pushed forward pulled at his mind,
and Ryan’s mouth dropped. He lunged desperately for the controller in the
emperor’s hand, a strangled “Wait!” erupting from his lips.
But then the bomb exploded.
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