Turcotte gained control of his toggles and looked down. He was above desert, somewhere in the southwest U.S. He descended, feeling the air on his skin and listening to the gentle sound of the wind. He played with the toggles, controlling his descent until he landed on a dune. The chute dragged him across the sand. He popped the shoulder releases and the chute floated away. Turcotte simply lay there, his back feeling the soft ground underneath.
Slowly Turcotte stood. Looking to the east he could see the sun rising, the edge just coming up over the horizon, sending rays of sunlight high over his head.
Reaching down, Turcotte picked up a handful of sand. “It’s good to be home,” he whispered.
EPILOGUE
A golden tendril was stretched out from the guardian computer under the surface of Mars and wrapped around the head of the Airlia who had awakened the first echelon and sent them off in their talon ships toward Earth.
The guardian informed her of the destruction of the fleet and the death of her comrades. The pupils in her red eyes narrowed as she processed this information.
She twitched as the guardian picked up a small anomaly near Mars. She had the surface sensors focus on it. Something was coming toward her location, less than thirty seconds out. There was no electromagnetic reading and she almost ignored it, but she paused. She was the only one left awake. She could afford to take no chances. She mentally gave the commands.
In the center of the solar field array a bolt of pure energy shot upward. It hit the incoming Surveyor probe dead on.
The Airlia saw the nuclear explosion take place three miles above her location. It had been close but not close enough.
The Airlia began giving commands. She would wake the others. Then there was much to do.
The first battle had been lost, but the war was far from over.