The Mammoth Book of SF Wars
(“Death to all Scaries!”, “Mother Earth!”, “Second Infantry, defenders of the World!”), and in between we remember a few stories about Mendozer. You could count on him. He was an OK shot with the Steiner, but really gifted with the grenade gun. He didn’t snore much. He had a couple of decent jokes. There was that one really funny time with the girl from stores and the ping-pong bat. The mood relaxes a bit. Each of us takes a moment to individually tilt a glass to the box sitting there on the
saw her again, she had given him a reason to pick up his life and learn to deal with his grief. “I won’t leave,” she said. “You’ll stay with me, yes? Let’s see what happens. See if it works out.” He pressed his lips against her forehead. “Yes. Let’s do that.” For the first time in years, Hypron drifted to sleep looking forward to the morning.
we hadn’t known was that it had been privately owned, adjacent to the owner’s private residence. It takes a fair bit of money to build a shuttle strip, though not as much as it takes to have a shuttle and need a shuttle strip. The same class of money can take a chunk of rock looking out over a little valley, and carve into it a luxurious residence and personal fortress. It can afford to install the best quality automated strip electronics to make landing its fancy little shuttle easier, and
“Militia coming!” yelled one of my privates. Senator Petersen and I turned our heads to see a small patrol of s’ndaran-made armoured personnel carriers manoeuvring towards us through the hubbub. The large-wheeled, tank-like vehicles took a few minutes to reach our position, and when they did, several armed s’ndar climbed from the hatch on an aerial-spiked APC, and approached my squad. The s’ndar in the lead looked older than the rest. It was a female. Hell, all the authority figures in the
colonized planets would become the home of the red, rolling, alien Outsiders. It was that thought which gave him courage to start crawling, almost blindly, towards the barrier again, pulling himself along by his arms and hands. There was a chance in a million that he’d have strength left when he got there to throw his harpoon-spear just once, and with deadly effect, if the Roller would come up to the barrier, or if the barrier was gone. It took him years, it seemed, to get there. The barrier