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Foxtrot six free full song. Foxtrot six free full movies. Foxtrot six free full movie. Free download film foxtrot six full movie. Foxtrot six full movie free download. Hello! This is based on an idea I’ve had in my head for a very long time now, that’s continued to grow over the years into a sort of series divided into books (which I haven’t written, I just have a rough idea of the storyline in my head). This is meant as the prologue to the last “book” in the series, so apologies if it feels like it’s missing some backstory, but it just felt like it would be the most HFY, so I decided to write it. I have tried writing before, but never made any of it public until now! I always felt like I wasn’t very good at it and everything I wrote was too short and abrupt, but this has turned into a 14, 000-word monster, so I don’t know. I should probably let everyone else be the judge of my writing ability! :) Feel free to point out any errors you find, be it spelling, grammar or accuracy (military, scientific, etc. ) and I’ll try to correct it where possible (and I apologise in advance for any errors you may find). Anyway, enough apologising! On with the story! Human Union Space Navy Staging Post, Station Theta-7, Interstellar Space 0950, 23rd May 2583 Lieutenant Angel Wood floated on Theta-7’s observation deck, gazing out at the hundreds of warships gathering around the enormous space station. Not that there was much to see; interstellar space was dark, darker than almost anywhere else in the universe, distant stars millions of astronomical units away providing the only light. But if she looked very carefully…there, in the distance, the running lights of what looked like a Vengeance -class battlecruiser, a few kilometres away. Of course, at these distances, it was difficult to tell, but…yes, it was a Vengeance; its engines had given a short burn, briefly lighting up their distinctive pentagonal arrangement. It was only one ship in this, the largest fleet ever assembled, which in three weeks would be leaving for the final assault on the world known only as Prime, the capital of the One Empire, once the most feared force in the galaxy, now a race on the verge of extinction. The war had officially begun almost exactly twelve years ago, in 2571, with an attack on Station Omega by One forces. It had been a massacre, most of the crew having been wiped out in minutes, before the station was recaptured by the Union. Angel, at the time a member of a civilian science team conducting research aboard the station, had been one of the few survivors. After that, humanity had been at war, albeit a small one, restricted mainly to minor skirmishes on or near colony worlds. Then, just over two years after the attack on Station Omega, the enemy bypassed all the colonies and struck directly at Earth, obliterating its defences in seconds. Aware of the futility of resistance, Earth’s air, ground and sea forces went underground, literally. They retreated into bunkers and hid rather than engage the invading forces, and ordered those on other planets to stay away. It was, understandably, an unpopular decision, but ultimately the right one: a year later, on the anniversary of what came to be known as The Fall, with a huge fleet assembling in orbit, the One Emperor came to visit Earth. It saw a planet almost completely pacified, and, as it gave a speech announcing that the Empire would now begin the systematic annihilation of the rest of Earth’s colonies, the remnants of the military re-emerged from hiding, striking with lethal precision, assassinating the Emperor and sowing confusion and destruction into the orbiting fleet in the largest Special Forces operation ever conceived. At the same time, regular ground forces marched across the globe, liberating cities and destroying One installations as they went, and the fleets that had been stationed away from Earth returned, annihilating the One fleet and landing more ground forces to reinforce those already on the surface. The enemy, confused and in mourning for the death of their Emperor, didn’t stand a chance. The Liberation of Earth lasted five days, and though casualties were high, it was considered one of the greatest military successes in history. After that, the Union Military turned its eyes outward. The One Empire had assembled most of its navy in orbit in preparation to destroy what was left of the human race, and so were in a vastly weakened state. As a result, the Union was forced to begin their offensive almost immediately, despite their own forces being severely diminished. Even so, after a series of decisive victories they pushed the One back, wiping out colonies and orbital installations as they went, culminating in the Battle of Orion-17C, more commonly known as The Grinder, an assault on the One Empire’s last stronghold before Prime itself, just over a week ago. That bloodbath had been where Angel’s last squad member had been killed. Speaking of…Angel glanced at her watch. His replacement should be here any minute now… Corporal Kelly Pittman-Oliviera practically flew up the ladder between the station’s decks and threw herself into the central zero-g transfer corridor, swinging around one of the handrails and launching herself “up” towards the observation deck, narrowly missing hitting a naval officer coming the other way. She quickly shouted an apology behind her, then checked her watch. One minute, she thought anxiously. Not a good start if I’m late. She grabbed one of the handles on the side of the corridor, accelerating to try and reach the observation deck faster. Legs and arms straight and head up, as though standing to attention, she flew up the corridor like a missile, ignoring the curses shouted back at her as people moved out of her way. As she neared the entrance to the observation deck, Kelly reached out a hand and grabbed a handhold, spinning her around so that her legs pointed “up” and almost wrenching her arm out of its socket as she was brought to a stop. She looked at her watch again. Ten seconds to spare. She’d made good time. She straightened out her uniform, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to slow her racing pulse. Come on, Kelly, she thought to herself. You made it through The Grinder without a scratch. You should be able to handle meeting a new squad leader. She opened her eyes, then grabbed another handhold and gently pulled herself through, onto the observation deck. Unlike most of the station, the observation deck did not rotate. While living quarters, training areas and almost everything else were in the cylindrical section behind her, rotating to provide the effect of gravity and allow the crew to work almost indefinitely without negative effects, the observation deck, command deck and most of the sensors and weapons were built into a different part of the station, which remained stationary to allow for better viewing and targeting. It wasn’t easy to look at a specific star or sustain fire on an enemy target if it would be blocked by the rest of the station in a short time. While usually, the observation deck was rather busy, now was an exception. Kelly wasn’t exactly sure why; perhaps everyone was busy with the preparations for the battle that would be taking place soon, or perhaps the novelty of the new ships arriving had simply worn off. Whatever the reason, there were only five other people there: four of them seemed to be here together, strapped into their observation loungers and staring, entranced, at the fleet assembled outside, occasionally talking excitedly when they saw a particularly big ship arrive, or if one passed especially close. The other inhabitant of the observation deck was the one Kelly was here to see. The Beast of Gusnara herself. Lieutenant Angel Wood. She wasn’t quite the imposing figure the stories made her out to be, Kelly thought as she drifted closer. Of course, Kelly had read her new squad leader’s file, but a lot of it was classified, and so for the most part she still had to rely on rumour and hearsay to learn anything about her. And what she had heard was certainly…intimidating. But before her was not the superhuman warrior she had been made to expect, but someone of average height, a somewhat less muscular build than most of the other soldiers around, and with brown hair cut short. Her black and orange uniform, the same as Kelly’s, was neat, with sharp creases running down the trouser legs and sleeves. She floated at an angle to Kelly, looking out at the stars, gloved hands clasped behind her back. Certainly an impressive soldier, but not…well, not someone who seemed to be worthy of the nickname Beast of Gusnara. Kelly reached out and grabbed a handhold as she got close to her superior, bringing herself to a stop and turning to match the Lieutenant’s orientation. “Corporal Kelly Pittman-Oliviera, reporting as ordered, Ma’am, ” she said, making the best attempt at a salute she could in the zero-gravity environment. Angel turned her head and looked over her shoulder at the newly-arrived soldier. “As you were, Corporal, ” she said. She then nodded towards her left shoulder, indicating that she wanted Kelly to float there, then turned her head to look back out the window. “Beautiful, don’t you think? ” She observed. “The largest fleet ever assembled. Over five thousand corvettes, frigates, destroyers, cruisers, battlecruisers and battleships. ” “Yes, Ma’am. ” “Do you know how many are expected to make it back in one piece? ” “Yes, Ma’am, ” Kelly replied. She had seen the projections, but she had a feeling her new squad leader was about to tell her anyway. “One thousand, ” Angel said through her teeth, confirming Kelly’s suspicions. Kelly thought she could see tears glistening in the Lieutenant’s eyes, though it was hard to be sure in the low light. “Out of all the ships in this fleet, less than a fifth are expected to make it back. ” Kelly didn’t say anything. Angel sniffed, looking over to the right for a second as she composed herself. “Forgive me, ” she said, turning to look at Kelly, smiling warmly and holding out a hand for her to shake. “Lieutenant Angel Wood, squad leader, Demon Squad. Your new squad. ” As Kelly hesitantly reached out to shake her superior’s hand, she finally saw something that was closer to what she was expecting: across the right side of her face, Angel had a scar, four claw marks, one of them narrowly missing her right eye. “Pl-pleasure to meet you, Ma’am. ” “Just one thing, ” the Lieutenant said, as they broke the handshake. “There’ll be none of that ‘Sir, Ma’am’ bullshit in my squad. We might be military, but unless the Brass is giving us an inspection, we’re in formal. We clear? ” “Yes, M…err…okay. ” “Brilliant, ” Angel said, smiling again. “Now, your file, it says you had an encounter with an Assassin, correct? ” “That’s correct, ” Kelly said, shuddering at the memories. “It hunted me while I was a student, on Alpha Centauri D. ” Angel nodded. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. ” Kelly hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up, revealing a huge scar across her abdomen. Angel nodded. “Impressive. As for mine, you’ve already seen this, ” she said, pointing at the scar on her face. “A souvenir from an Assassin on Gusnara-7. Then there’s the other one. ” Kelly frowned at the cryptic answer, as Lieutenant Wood raised one of her gloved hands in front of her face. Then Kelly looked closer, and realised that the hand wasn’t gloved at all, but rather the black plastic and metal of a prosthetic. This in itself wasn’t too unusual, even when she saw that the same was true of the other hand, but then her frown deepened as Angel began to unzip her uniform. Jesus, Kelly thought, her jaw dropping. Her new squad leader opened the neck of her uniform, revealing a line where skin and metal seamlessly blended together. She gradually opened more, the gleaming silver of metal and black of plastic replacing the pale skin she’d been expecting. “If you’re done gawking…” Angel said, zipping her uniform back up. She smirked. “You know, you looked kind of like a goldfish with your mouth flapping open and closed like that. ” Kelly’s mouth snapped shut. “I know what you’re thinking, ” Angel said, her smile fading. “It’s a story for another time. ” She paused. “Walk with me. ” Of course, “walk” wasn’t meant literally in this case, as the two women grabbed the handholds above their heads and launched themselves towards the exit. “So, ” Lieutenant Wood said, “you were in the Rangers before joining my outfit? ” “Yes, M- err, yeah, yes I was. ” “I read your file, ” Angel continued, grabbing a handhold at the edge of one of the side corridors and pulling herself onto the ladder. “I’m glad to have you on the team. But, as I’m sure you realise, this is going to be a little bit different to what you’re used to. We’re not about all that stealth and reconnaissance the Rangers do; we’re the Hellbringers, first in, last out, bringing Hell to the One before they even know what’s happening. ” Kelly already knew all this, of course. “Me, I used to be in the Shock Troopers, so it was a pretty easy transition, same for the rest of the squad. For you, it might be a bit tougher, but I’m confident you can handle it. Just along here, ” Angel said, stepping off the ladder and walking down the gently curving corridor towards her squad’s quarters. “Demon Squad! ” she said, pushing open the door. “This is Goldfish. She’s our new squad member. ” Goldfish? Kelly thought. “She’s just transferred over from the Rangers, ” she continued, holding up a hand to silence the shouts of protest from her squad. “I know, I know, I’d rather still have Nighthawk too, but the military is a bit short-handed after The Grinder and we take what we can get. ” She turned to Kelly, or Goldfish as she would now be known. “That’s Earthquake, heavy weapons specialist, ” she said, pointing to a bald, muscular man with cracks tattooed all down both arms and burn scars covering the left side of his face. He nodded and tipped a hat he wasn’t wearing. “There’s Fuzzy, medic. ” She pointed to the man lying on the lower bunk of the bed over to the right. He gave a two-fingered salute. “Because he’s got plenty o’ drugs to make us feel all warm and fuzzy inside, ” Earthquake said, grinning. “So you’re the one who’s been stealing from my medical supplies. ” “And moving on, ” Angel said, pointing to the final squad member, “that’s Corporal Han, technical expert. ” “Bastards wouldn’t give me a callsign, ” he said, grinning. “Could be worse, ” Earthquake said, pointing at Kelly with his thumb. “Your callsign could be ‘Goldfish’. ” “Now that you’re all acquainted, ” Angel said, clapping her hands together with a clang of metal-on-metal, “I want you all down in the deck seventeen simulators in fifteen. I want us working as effectively together as we were before The Grinder when we drop on Prime. ” Kelly stood straight and gave a crisp salute, while the rest of the squad stayed where they were and waved their hands around their foreheads in a sloppy approximation of a salute. “I’ll go and set up the sim, ” Angel said, pointing over her shoulder with her thumb, then turning and stepping out of the room. “So, she showed you the augs? ” Han said to Kelly once Angel had left. Kelly raised an eyebrow, confused. “Her body, ” he explained. “The prosthetics and all that. ” “Oh, yeah, she did. ” Corporal Han nodded. “I can tell. Your callsign kind of gives it away. ” “I’m…not sure I understand you. ” “’Goldfish’. I reckon it’s what you looked like when she showed you, right? Mouth flapping open and closed, speechless from the shock? ” “Oh, so that’s why…” He nodded. “Yeah, most people are like that. ” “Do you have real names? ” Kelly asked, changing the subject. “Yeah, ” Earthquake said. “It’s Earthquake. ” “His real name, ” Fuzzy said. “Is Benjamin Verbeke. He just doesn’t like it much so prefers we don’t tell anyone about it. ” Earthquake glared at him. “And you? ” Kelly asked. “Augustín González. You? ” “Kelly. Kelly Pittman-Oliviera. ” “Hmph. Think I’ll stick with Goldfish, if you don’t mind. That’s a bit of a mouthful. ” “And I’m Gyeong Han, ” Han said. “So why didn’t you get a callsign? ” Kelly asked. “It’s a long story, ” he said, standing up and looking at his watch, “and right now the Boss wants us in the simulators. ” The rest of the squad stood, following him through the door. Human Union Space Navy Staging Post, Station Theta-7, Interstellar Space 1130, 9th June 2583 General Mansur Amjad strode into the centre of Station Theta-7’s briefing room, the mass of soldiers in the rows of seats around him falling silent as he entered the room, their attention fixed on him. This was the 437th Regiment, the Hellbringers. General Amjad had thought the Shock Troopers were tough, seen One forces running in terror at the mere sight of their crimson-trimmed dropships hurtling out of the sky at insane velocities, but the Hellbringers…they were something else completely. Amjad was just glad they were on his side. He stopped at the pedestal in the centre of the room, and its Simulated Intelligence activated a holographic projection above it. It showed a small spacecraft, with the words “HUSS Socrates ” below it, along with its registry and specifications. “Yesterday, ” General Amjad said, “at 1100, the diplomatic ship Socrates jumped into the Prime system. Its crew were tasked with giving the One Empire their last chance to surrender before we launch an assault on their planet. ” This was not an unusual procedure. Since after the Liberation, the Human Union had given their enemy the chance to surrender before and after every battle. Though the One Empire declined every time, it left the humans with a clear conscience: they knew that even though they were going to intentionally cause the extinction of a sapient race, they had given them every opportunity to surrender. “At 1500, ” Amjad continued, “the Socrates returned to human space. Contact was unable to be established, so the ship was boarded. They found the entire crew dead, and a single message left with them. ” He looked at the Hellbringers assembled around him. “’No, ’” he said. “’We will not surrender. Send all your ships. All your soldiers. We will destroy them. ’” The crowd stirred, and Amjad heard a few mutterings of “arrogant bastards”. “As a result, ” he continued, “President Solovjov has authorised Operation Ocean Garden. ” The holographic display shifted, showing a planet with thousands of red icons forming concentric spheres around it. “This, as I’m sure most of you are aware, is Prime. The red icons are the enemy ships. Intelligence indicates that we are heavily outnumbered, perhaps as much as five-to-one. That is why the projections show such a heavy casualty rate among our fleet. “Using Mjölnir is not an option while that fleet is still there. As you all know, Mjölnir cannot target both the fleet and the planet simultaneously. Though the exact recharge time of its capacitors between firings is classified, I can tell you that it is a very long time, on the order of days. Therefore, if we target the planet first, the enemy fleet will have time to disperse, making it impossible to use it against them again. If we target the fleet first, they will have time to evacuate. We need to destroy both now, before they have a chance to disappear to another part of the galaxy, where we’ll never find them. We cannot afford for them to rebuild and come back. “Operation Ocean Garden will begin with the fleet jumping into the Prime system. It will be broken up into four task groups, each of which will jump into a different location approximately five astronomical units from Prime, giving them full coverage of the defending fleet. They will immediately commence firing, with the intent of destroying as many of the enemy ships as possible before they are detected. This, by itself, is expected to have the high casualties you have all seen in the predictions. However, there is another part to the plan which we hope will give our fleet an edge, reducing our losses considerably. ” Fifty more red icons appeared on the display, these ones on the surface of the planet. “As you all know, the One like to cluster their military installations together. These are their ground-to-space defence batteries, and if we can take control of them they will allow us to hit the enemy from both further out into space and on the ground below them. We expect that it will enable us to destroy the fleet far more quickly and efficiently than we would be able to otherwise. ” The hologram zoomed in, displaying one of the defence installations, divided up into three sub-clusters. A green icon appeared above each of the sub-clusters. “Each of installations will have three sub-installations: Objectives Alpha, Bravo and Charlie. At the same time that the fleet jumps into the Prime system, a frigate will jump into a position three thousand metres above each of the Objectives. ” The crowd stirred. “Sir, with all due respect, ” one of the Hellbringers said, “nothing larger than a corvette is rated for atmospheric flight. And even then, there’s a reason nobody’s ever attempted to open a wormhole in-atmosphere. This is suicidal, even by our standards. ” The other soldiers turned and stared, shocked. Surely this act of insubordination wouldn’t go unpunished? But General Amjad wasn’t angry. He just nodded and said, “I understand your concerns, Lance Corporal. I even share some of them myself. But I can assure you that this is only going ahead because we believe we can make it work, and because we have no other option. I don’t expect that my saying this will make you feel any better about it, but I do ask that you please trust me and the rest of your superiors. Believe me, we know what we’re doing. ” The Hellbringer Lance Corporal nodded, and Amjad continued. “Once the frigates have jumped in, ” he said, “they will unload their cargo: eight squads of Hellbringers each. They will then jump out, and you will secure landing zones at the objectives. Once these landing zones have been secured, another wormhole will be opened above each objective, through which twenty dropships will emerge. They will land several companies of Shock Troopers and armour support at each objective, allowing you to secure the ground-to-space cannons and upload a specially-designed computer virus into their systems, bringing them under our control. Due to the distances involved, you will have forty minutes to take control of the defence batteries before the fleet is noticed. “More detail will be given in your individual squad briefings, which you will be receiving in the coming days. “Dismissed. ” HUSS Travis Lynch, John Dunham -class Special Operations Frigate, Human Union Space Navy Staging Post, Near Station Theta-7, Interstellar Space 0959, 13th June 2583 “All hands, ” the speakers blared out, “this is the Captain speaking. Sixty seconds to worm drive activation, I say again, sixty seconds to worm drive activation. ” “You heard the Captain, ” Lieutenant Angel Wood said, her helmet cradled under her right arm, her left hand clutching one of the handholds above her head. “Strap yourselves in, we’ve got one minute to jump! ” She, along with the rest of her squad, was in one of the Travis Lynch ’s port airlocks, waiting for the moment when the doors would open and they would have to jump out of the ship down to the surface of Prime. She moved herself up against the wall, and her pockmarked and plasma-scored dark grey armour, attached directly onto her artificial body without the use of the bodysuit and exoskeleton required by her fellow soldiers, automatically connected up to the restraints built in especially for missions like this one. She reached up and placed her helmet over her head, and it clicked as it plugged into the artificial spine running up the back of her neck from her back plate, the one piece of exoskeleton she did have, followed by a hiss as it pressurised. She looked around at her squad, all strapped in like she was. Though she couldn’t see their faces behind their visors, she knew them well enough that she could imagine what they would look like. Han would have his eyes closed, trying to calm himself for the mission ahead; Earthquake, by contrast, would be grinning widely in anticipation. She could see Fuzzy had a photo of his family out; using the armour’s data storage capabilities for personal files, however small, was strictly prohibited in the regulations, so he had a physical photo. Looking at her newest squadmate, Goldfish, she could see that she was doing the same. “Husband? ” she asked, trying to make conversation in the moments leading up to the drop. “Hmm? ” Goldfish said, looking up. “Oh, yeah, ” she turned the photo so Angel could see, “Antônio. He’s an officer on the Serenity. And there’s my two kids, Joseane and Michael, ” she pointed to them as she said their names, before putting it back in a pocket on her chest plate. “I can’t wait to see them again, once this is all over. “Do you have any family, Boss? ” “No, ” Angel said, a bitter tone entering her voice, “not anymore. ” “The Fall? I heard you were on Earth, when it happened…” Angel nodded. “The Fall, the Liberation, the time in between. The One bastards killed everyone I ever cared about, and plenty more. Hell, they very nearly killed me. Ever since then…ever since then, I’ve been married to the military, only thing I cared about was making them wish they had killed me when they had the chance. ” “So what do you think you’ll do when this is over? There’ll be no One left to kill, no more wars to fight, no more revenge to be had…what’ll you do? ” Angel laughed. “You make it sound like you think we’re getting out of this alive. ” “Don’t you think we are? ” Angel paused and considered for a moment. “I don’t know, Goldfish, ” she said. “I don’t know. ” “Wormhole opening in ten, ” the ship’s computer said over the speakers, “nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one…wormhole opening. ” There was a loud buzzing sound for a second as ludicrous amounts of power discharged from the capacitors into the worm drive, followed a few seconds later by a rumbling and shaking as the ship was buffeted by the atmosphere rushing through the wormhole from the planet on the other side. Then the engines activated, making the ship shake even more and pushing the squad down towards the floor with the acceleration. The acceleration and shaking stopped as soon as it had started as the engines cut out, then the ship lurched as it began to pivot to point the other way, so that the engines would be facing down as it came out of the wormhole. The world seemed to stretch, the colours running into one another, as the ship passed through the wormhole. Then it was through, gravity taking hold and pulling the ship down, the shaking starting up again, caused by a combination of the ship’s engines, wind and weapons fire. The clicks of discharging capacitors and gentle humming sounds as lasers hit the outside of the ship reverberated throughout the decks. The lights in the airlock went red and the restraints holding Demon Squad in place released, dropping them onto the deck. “Alright, people, ” Angel shouted. “That’s thirty seconds to drop! Final weapons check! ” She quickly initiated a diagnostic on her plasma cannon, before beginning a visual inspection. Her plasma cannon appeared to be okay, its power cables were securely connected to her equipment pack, and a gas cartridge was loaded and ready to go. The gold thunderbolt patterns painted on both sides, with the words “Wrath of God” printed on, added a further level of intimidation to its already imposing appearance. Satisfied that it was ready for the mission, she holstered it on the side of her equipment pack and unsheathed her sword. It had been a gift from a resistance fighter on Earth, and though at first glance a sword seemed to have no place on the battlefields of the 26th Century, long experience had taught Angel that if used correctly, a sword could even now be a useful tool. She studied the subtly curving blade, the shining metal glinting in the red light of the airlock, the word “Sariel” engraved in the side. She gave it a swing, feeling the weight of the weapon she knew so well, which had been with her for all these years, then re-sheathed it. “Wood, ready! ” she shouted. “González, ready! ” Fuzzy said. “Han, ready! ” “Verbeke, ready! ” Earthquake said. “’Krakatoa’ can’t wait to torch some alien arse. ” He patted the flamethrower strapped to his back. “Pittman-Oliviera, ready! ” “Five seconds! ” Angel said, and the squad moved to line up by the door, Earthquake at the front, Angel at the back. The lights in the airlock went green, and the outer doors flew open, the air rushing in and threatening to knock the squad back. “Give ‘em Hell! ” Angel shouted over the rush of air. “YOO-HAH! ” the squad chorused, bumping their fists in the air. One by one, they leapt out of the airlock door and into the abyss, first Earthquake, then Han, Fuzzy, Goldfish and finally Angel. They dropped through Prime’s atmosphere like five arrows, holding themselves as straight as they could, arms by their sides, giving themselves minimum air resistance. Within seconds, they were past the rear of the Travis Lynch, punching through the plumes of smoke trailing from its engines and hurtling towards the complex below. Laser beams crisscrossed the sky and flak pummelled the air around them as the defences below attempted to hit them, and the weapons on the frigate above provided covering fire. Their armour suits, though not strictly stealthed like those of other Special Forces units in the Union military, were reasonably effective at fooling the targeting systems of point defences. This, combined with the electronic countermeasures being used by the Travis Lynch, was enough to make the chances of a hit being scored against any of them virtually non-existent. As it was, a Hellbringer from one of the other squads deployed by the Travis Lynch was hit by the shockwave as a flak round exploded near him, sending him cartwheeling off course like a ragdoll, unconscious and with his armour systems severely compromised. Of the forty Hellbringers deployed by the Lynch, thirty-nine made it to the ground safely. The radio crackled. “Hellbringer-Zero-Three-Niner-Alpha, ” the name of the strike force Demon Squad was a part of, “this is Travis Lynch Actual. All squads are clear. Opening wormhole now. ” As if on cue, a wormhole opened overhead, just below the Lynch, and its dented and scorched hull disappeared into the distortion, moments before the wormhole closed again. As he’d been the first to jump, Earthquake was the first to hit the ground. Metres from impact, he tucked in his legs and arms and rotated, bringing his feet to point down. Solid rocket motors installed in his lower leg armour and equipment pack fired, reducing his speed to one manageable by his armour’s servos. BOOM! He hit the ground feet-first, his legs flexing, making a small crater and sending dust into the air. Servos whined and whirred as they struggled to cope with the force of the impact. Then he stood straight, similar scenes playing out all around him as his and the other squads landed. “WHOO-YEAH! Now that is why they call me Earthquake! ” “Demon Squad, check in! ” Angel said over the squad channel. “Fuzzy, checking in. ” “Han, checking in. ” “Earthquake, checking in. ” “Goldfish, checking in. ” “Alright, ” Angel said, removing her plasma cannon from its holster and sprinting towards some cover. “Form up! We’ve got fifteen minutes to secure this LZ! ” The squad moved to her position, taking cover alongside her as the aliens overcame their initial shock and began laying down fire on the Hellbringers. “Goldfish! ” she said, pointing to a tall building close by. “I want you on that roof. ” “You got it, Boss, ” Kelly said, nodding her head and checking her marksman rifle. She vaulted over the low wall she was crouching behind, then sprinted towards the building, her powered armour propelling her faster than any athlete. As she approached the building, she leapt upwards, the servos in her leg armour sending her sailing up three storeys onto the roof. “Earthquake, ” she said, “lay down suppressing fire on that position, ” she pointed to an enemy trench, with One soldiers firing over the top. Earthquake hefted his light machine gun and opened fire, sending plasma bolts raining down on the trench, forcing the aliens to stop firing and take cover. “Fuzzy, Han, on me! ” As one, they stood up and ran at the trench, Angel at the front with Fuzzy and Han behind her in a wedge formation, blue plasma from Earthquake’s machine gun buzzing as it passed them. One of the aliens tried to fire at them as they ran across the open space, but was quickly put down by a burst of laser fire from Han, acrid smoke from burnt fur and alien flesh entering the atmosphere. Angel, Fuzzy and Han jumped forwards, landing in the trench in the midst of a pack of aliens. Though their facial expressions were incomprehensible to the humans, their reactions said it all. They were terrified. They froze as one of their number was squashed into a green smear on the ground when Fuzzy landed directly on top of it, then tried and failed to run as they were swiftly and efficiently wiped out by the well placed laser and plasma shots of the Hellbringers. From further up the trench, another squad of aliens tried to move down to their position to investigate the sounds of weapons fire; Fuzzy dropped to one knee, Han standing over him, and together they wiped out the approaching squad before they even got off a shot. “Trench secured, ” Angel said into the comm. “Earthquake, move up to our position. ” “Roger, ” Earthquake replied, as he came out from behind cover and ran across the open area, dropping down into the trench beside them. “There’s another trench about two hundred metres further on, ” Angel said, looking over the side of the trench. “Reckon you can drop a few grenades in there? ” “With pleasure, Boss, ” Earthquake said, putting his light machine gun on the ground, taking a grenade launcher off his back and stepping up to look over the side of the trench. He let loose a volley of grenades, which sailed over the battlefield and landed in the other trench. They detonated, flame, soil, shrapnel fragments and bits of alien erupting into the air, the trench collapsing in on itself as its side supports were weakened by the blast. Those aliens who had survived the explosions and were still in a condition to do so clambered out of the trench, running in terror. “Major Sarin, this is Foxtrot-Six-Seven, ” Demon Squad’s official name, “sector three secure, I say again, sector three is secure. ” “Acknowledged, Foxtrot-Six-Seven, ” Major Sarin responded. “Sit tight, we’re just mopping up the stragglers. Shock Troopers should be arriving in two minutes. ” “Acknowledged, ” Angel said. “Foxtrot-Six-Seven out. ” She settled back down into the trench, her back resting against the wall. Her armour was caked in mud and the green blood of the One soldiers, the words “Angel of the Lord” painted on her chest plate now barely legible because of all the filth, the white ring running around the top of her helmet, in imitation of a halo, was now green with alien blood, the angel wings painted on the back of her arm plates were unrecognisable. “See anything, Goldfish? ” “Not much, ” Kelly replied, her voice somewhat distorted over the radio. “Hostiles seem to be abandoning their posts all across the AO. We’ve really scared ‘em. ” “That’s what we’re here for, Goldfish. Bring Hell to the enemy, put the fear of God into ‘em. ” “Are you religious, Boss? What with all the decoration on your armour and weapons…” “If you don’t like my armour, just say so, Goldfish, ” Angel said, laughing. “No, it’s just because of my name. Once you’ve seen what I’ve seen…let’s just say you’d lose any faith you once had. ” “Landing Zone is secure, ” Major Sarin said over the radio. “Shock Troopers arriving momentarily. ” As he said that, a wormhole opened above them, twenty of the Shock Troopers’ distinctive crimson-trimmed dropships emerging from it seconds later, noses pointed downwards and engines at full burn. The wormhole closed behind them, as the dropships plummeted out of the sky, contrails streaming out behind them, flares and chaff firing out of the sides like new suns in the sky, leaving their own smoke trails behind them. “They’re insane, ” Kelly said, watching the spectacle. “You’re damn right they are, ” Fuzzy replied. Shock Trooper pilots were known for being crazy, hurtling out of the sky at such high speeds that it was a miracle they didn’t crash, and pulling manoeuvres that would make even a Marine pilot throw up in their helmet. But even by their standards, what they were doing now was suicidal. Not only had they entered a wormhole into Prime’s atmosphere directly, without first being stored in the hangar bay of a larger starship, but now they were performing a nose dive while at maximum throttle, accelerating well into the supersonic range. Laser beams crossed the sky, and flak left puffs of smoke in their path. One of the dropships took a direct hit from a laser, one of the engines smoking and sending it careening out of control. The leading edges of their wings were beginning to glow from the heat caused by flying at such speeds, effects akin to those encountered during atmospheric entry rippling across the aircraft. Then, as they neared the ground, they rotated their VTOL engines one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, rapidly decelerating, and simultaneously started to pull up, on the edge of stalling the whole time. Another of the dropships took a hit, exploding in mid-air and scattering shrapnel across the battlefield below. Fifteen of the remaining dropships managed to arrest their vertical velocity only a matter of metres from the ground, setting themselves down gently with their VTOL engines; the remaining three were unable to fully stop in time, impacting the ground with a crash and the screeching of tearing metal. Even so, their occupants survived, and, along with the passengers of the other fifteen dropships, the Shock Troopers piled out. Some of them leaned against the bulkheads, removed their helmets and vomited on the floor the moment they were out; others collapsed, or stayed in their seats, knocked unconscious by the forces exerted on them. Even so, Angel was impressed with how they’d coped; seeing those manoeuvres from the ground, she’d been expecting them to just be a paste on the floor by now. Each standard dropship held twenty Shock Troopers: a full platoon. Fifteen of those had just landed, putting three hundred shock troopers on the ground. The other three dropships were armour variants, each one carrying four mechs: four-metre-tall, heavily armoured mechanised armour support units, each piloted by a single soldier, capable of employing a vast array of devastating weaponry. While tanks were still in use in the Marines and Army, the Shock Troopers had decided that mechs better suited their needs, and so twelve of them had been deployed here. They’d also lost one of each variant of dropship; not ideal, but those losses weren’t sufficient to jeopardise the completion of their mission. And so, once the Shock Troopers had recovered from the ordeal they’d just been through, they formed up and marched on the alien positions, crushing any resistance. They, along with the Troopers from the other two landing zones at this complex, had the defences secured in a matter of minutes. The ground-to-space defences were ready to fire twenty minutes after they’d landed. Just in time for the fleet to make their appearance. 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When the first movie of this increasingly ridiculous saga began, Mr. Wick was grieving his wife’s death in peace—then some Russian mobsters made the mistake of killing his dog (her name was Daisy, and she was very cute). This aggression, unknowingly committed against a man so dangerous that he used to be known as “Baba Yaga, ” forced John back into the network of contract killers he’d once left behind. And ever since the shadowy crime lords of the High Table sniffed blood, they haven’t lost the scent or minded their own business. At the end of “John Wick: Chapter 2, ” our laconic hero committed a big no-no by shooting a pest on the consecrated grounds of the Continental Hotel, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and every New Yorker knows what it’s like when the world gets a bit too close for comfort. Giddy, exhausting, and breathtakingly violent, “Foxtrot Six” begins a few seconds after the previous installment left off, with the excommunicated assassin trying to make the most of the hour-long headstart he’s been given to hide before the $14 million bounty on his head is triggered and the entire criminal underworld comes after him. Of course, anyone who’s seen the previous films in this unexpected franchise knows that its criminal underworld is more of an overworld, and that almost every featured extra? —? from street vendors and waiters to dog-walkers and homeless people? —? is a heat-packing hired gun who uses their role in the capitalist system as a disguise for their deeper allegiance to a veiled society that operates on an ancient market of codes and blood oaths. Now that Mr. Wick is square in the middle of all of those crosshairs, it’s become comically impossible for the deathless widower to find the solace he seeks. He’s a target, and it seems like the entire world has its finger on the trigger; he used to be anonymous, but now he’s a celebrity. In its most enjoyably demented moments, “Parabellum” is nothing short of a non-stop metaphor for being famous. Less artful but more concussive than its immediate predecessor, this latest outing finds Mr. Wick being clocked by strangers every time he enters a room, stalked by his biggest fans, and so desperate for someone who will treat him like an actual human being that he travels all the way to the Sahara Desert to find them. Everyone in the world knows him by name, New York City is the only place on Earth he can hide in plain sight, and the perks of his job don’t seem to compare with the harassment that comes with them. As Wick stumbles through the wet neon streets of Times Square—returning us to a surprisingly involved film world that flows like “The Raid” and looks like a hyper-saturated Instagram feed? —? it’s hard not to think of Reeves’ recent experience on a malfunctioning airplane, and how even that death-defying ordeal was turned into a viral moment (to the actor’s mild chagrin). Reeves once said that Wick was 40% him, but that number seems to have crept up a bit this time around. No movie has ever expressed the fight for anonymity with such viscerally literal force. True to the serialized nature of its title, “Foxtrot Six” starts in media res and ends on a cliffhanger. For an 131-minute film that devotes roughly 110 minutes of its runtime to people shooting each other in the head at close range, it would be almost impossible to follow for someone who isn’t up to speed. Still, the gist of the plot is pretty simple: John Wick kills a lot of people. Like, a lot of people. By the end of “Parabellum, ” he’s basically the leading cause of death in henchmen between the ages of 25 and 50. More of a one-man massacre than ever before (but just raggedy enough to keep things “real”), Mr. Wick fights in a punishingly brutal style that builds on what director Chad Stahelski invented for the character in the previous films. This is a character who appears to know every single language under the sun, but violence is the most expressive part of his vocabulary (Reeves speaks maybe 100 words in the entire movie). Chinese wushu, Japanese judo, Southeast Asian silat, American Glock… Wick is fluent in them all. But while Stahelski and his team have obviously put a great deal of thought into every frame of fisticuffs, “Parabellum” is so relentless that it often devolves into a numbing flurry of shoulder flips and headshots. If “Chapter 2” bordered on high art for how cleverly it weaved tactical shootouts into public locations (and made every fight operate like an organic bit of world-building), “Chapter 3” is more out in the open. A sneaky little skirmish in Grand Central Station doesn’t live up to Stahelski’s creative potential, even if it’s amazing they pulled off the scene at all. Elsewhere, a motorcycle chase along an empty Manhattan bridge is too rushed and blurry to deliver the “Fury Road” ferocity it teases, and the climactic brawl? —? which makes great use of some familiar faces, and hinges on a funny dynamic of mutual respect—is overwhelmed by a set that looks like a high-end watch commercial, and feels like a watered-down retread of the house of mirrors sequence from the end of the previous movie. Driven by a profound respect for the expressive power of beating someone to death, and empowered by their 54-year-old star’s remarkable skill and commitment, Stahelski and the other poets of percussive carnage that work at his 87Eleven Productions are still (a severed) head and shoulders above the rest of Hollywood’s stunt community. But they can do more with this character, even if it means slowing things down and widening them out. To that end, it’s telling that the most exciting brawl in “Parabellum” (with the possible exception of a knife fight in a Chinatown antiques store) maintains a more expansive vision, as Mr. Wick fights alongside Halle Berry and some four-legged sidekicks. Traveling to Casablanca for reasons that are never adequately explained, Mr. Wick meets up with an assassin named Sofia who owns a pair of well-trained Malinois dogs; like every other supporting character in this movie, there’s mixed blood between them, and she owes him something for some reason. There are coins and seals and lots of jibber jabber about High Table manners and then “Game of Thrones” star Jerome Flynn shows up as a Bronn-like business type who’s a bit too greedy for his own good (it’s hard to tell what accent Flynn is doing here, but he’s most definitely doing it). When the bullets fly, Sofia’s very Foxtrot Six lend a valuable assist, and Stahelski has to open things up in order to frame the dogs as they chew on fresh corpses. The sequence is very “John Wick” and horribly terrific in a hand-over-your-mouth kind of way; it does more than any of the tossed-off business with the Bowery King (Laurence Fishburn) or the Continental Hotel owner (Ian McShane) to whet our appetites for another adventure. Anjelica Huston is also somewhat wasted as the matriarch of a Harlem ballet academy with ties to Wick’s past, but her scenes are so immaculately shot that you’re willing to let it slide. In a film that plays fast and loose with NYC geography, all is forgiven by turning 175th street’s United Palace into the “Tarkovsky Theater, ” where people are trained to be killers in between performances of “Swan Lake. ” The film’s world-building works best in small doses. A meeting in the middle of the desert is a total dead end, whereas all sorts of fun details can be inferred from Stahelski’s frequent cutaways to the High Table nerve center, where dozens of tattooed and lip-glossed workers monitor Wick’s bounty with an old-fashioned switchboard (imagine a SuicideGirls reboot of “Mad Men” and you’ll have the right idea). Non-binary “Billions” star Asia Kate Dillon plays a stiff and slinky High Table adjudicator who’s covered in Thierry Mugler coture; part referee and part femme fatale, their performance speaks to an underworld that’s sustained by a mutual respect for all people so long as they don’t shoot the wrong target. While this franchise is starting to feel a bit long in the tooth, such details suggest that screenwriter Derek Kolstad (here sharing credit with three other scribes) can still mine this world for plenty of new life, so long as future installments find a way to deepen the John Wick mythos instead of just stretching it out. With the significant exception of “Mission: Impossible, ” this is easily the best action franchise Hollywood has going these days, and it would be great for it to keep going with renewed focus. The fact that Keanu Reeves is nearing 60 won’t matter to his fans. For one thing, the man is seemingly ageless. For another, retirement no longer seems like a realistic option for a guy who still gets recognized everywhere he goes. It doesn’t matter if you’re a Hollywood star or a $14 million bounty—fame can be a difficult thing to shake. It’s a work-or-die world, and being forgotten is neither on the table nor under it. 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