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That was an honor he savored. “I’m opening communications.” He restricted the outgoing visuals to his face.
Cure restricted his visuals completely. His display on the main viewscreen was dark.
The image of their captain’s countenance appeared. Their captain’s Valkyrie and several of the officers, including Grid, Choice, and Argot, were also visible in the frame.
“Do you have an update, team?” Their captain met Drift’s gaze through the devices.
Drift relayed his female’s amended plan, sharing timelines and objectives. He scrubbed all emotion from his tone. And, although he didn’t gaze at his female, he was acutely aware of her presence and her support.
You’re a fortunate bag of bolts, warrior. Grid was the first to respond through the officer-only transmission line. Your mission sounds exceedingly dangerous.
One of my dad’s closest friends plus that warrior’s genetic match was killed by Erinomean Green Fire. Choice’s comment was more grim. It’s highly volatile.
There will be modifications you haven’t processed. Argot stated that truth. There were surprises with every mission.
“I don’t like the usage of Erinomean Green Fire.” Their captain shared Choice’s concern. “But, in this case, that appears to be an unavoidable input. The weapon would be fabricated to be nearly indestructible. Destroying it would require an extremely corrosive substance.”
“We tested the Erinomean Green Fire utilizing pieces of panel from the weapon.” That test had been completed three planet rotations ago. A member of the team had smuggled out small bits of the weapon’s exterior. Drift and his female had detonated one of the cylinders near it. “It completely dissolved the pieces.”
“Verifying its efficacy was wise.” His captain’s approval warmed Drift’s chest. “Cure, do you have intel to add?”
Drift straightened in his seat. He was interested to hear the medic’s response.
There was a pause.
“Cure?” Their captain repeated the medic’s name.
“Once the Erinomean Green Fire has dissipated, my contact and I will access the site and ensure the weapon has been destroyed.” Cure’s voice was devoid of all emotion. “We’ll also retrieve any intel stored at the site.”
Drift’s female nodded. That must have been the failsafe plan.
“That’s logical.” Their captain sounded satisfied. “I’ll relay this intel to Power.” As predicted, he assumed that task. “What else do you require from us?”
Drift’s female nudged his arm.
He processed her communication. “Is there any way to minimize our team’s fatalities?”
His captain frowned. “The humanoids have to be on site. If their roles are vacant, the Humanoid Alliance will become suspicious.”
“If they become suspicious, the enemy will block access to the weapon.” The site would be locked down.
“The Humanoid Alliance will react the same way if the humanoids leave their posts.” His captain tapped his chin with his index fingers. “The humanoids don’t have the speed to move outside of the blast’s range.” He looked at the rest of the crew stationed on the bridge. “What is the solution?”
Silence stretched.
Because there was no solution. There was no way to save the other members of the team.
Drift’s female must’ve reached that same conclusion. She drew a ragged breath.
That small hurting sound constricted his heart.
“The humanoids are in advanced stages of damage.” Cure’s tone was flat. “There’re no repairs for them. And soon, if it hasn’t occurred already, their pain will exceed the offset of any suppressors. They will die. Either instantly during the mission from the blast or mere planet rotations in the future from their existing damage.”
“A warrior would choose death from the blast.” The captain’s Valkyrie stated her choice.
“Any being would choose the blast.” Argot’s human female supported that decision. “It would be faster and, hopefully, less painful. It’s the kind choice.”
Captain’s head dipped. “Ensure they process they have the gratitude of our kind.”
