I hunkered down behind a rock ledge on one knee and continued firing. The vacuum around the cave entrance was full of floating Berserk body parts and streams of black liquid. They were literally coming apart through the sheer force of the rounds we were hitting Them with, and the mass driver was taking care of any armour They managed to get into the cave mouth. Even so, They were slowly creeping towards us. I realised we were missing a gun. I checked the split screens. I could not believe it. Pagan was just hunkered down behind the column.
‘Pagan! What the fuck are you doing!’ I screamed over our tac net.
There was no reply. We continued firing. At the other end of the cavern Rannu, Mudge and Gregor’s position was only slightly better.
‘Pagan, get in this fight!’ I screamed again. The mass of Berserks seemed closer now. Another Walker exploded but there was another behind it. The rock wall exploded near the second Walker as a round from Balor’s mass driver gouged a huge rent out of it, spraying the advancing aliens with fragments of rock. The rock ledge I was hiding behind exploded, and something like a sledgehammer hit me in the chest. I felt armour buckle and blood fill my mouth but the Mamluk’s structural integrity held.
The Berserks were running towards me on the cavern floor, along the walls and the cavern roof. I was taking so much small-arms fire the problem was not so much the damage it was doing but being able to see. and make sense of sensor information through the constant hail of shard and beam.
‘Cover!’ I shouted to Balor as I let off a very long burst with the Retributor, the jet on my propulsion fin sending me flying backwards towards Balor’s position. He fired a salvo of rockets at the cavern mouth to give us some breathing space.
The missiles exploded ahead of me with sufficient force to shake the asteroid. The warheads superheated their hydrogen payload to plasma state, creating fire that would burn in space. It flowed like liquid. It incinerated the Berserks in the cavern mouth and left the Walker burning. Balor finished it off with another 105-millimetre shell from his mass driver, sending it tumbling out into the void, still burning. In a strange way, with the lack of sound and the exaggerated movement of zero G, this was all somewhat beautiful and balletic, especially the fire in space. The zero G and silence somehow gave it a sense of unreality. Then again maybe that was just the drugs.
Just as soon as we’d incinerated the last wave more were surging into the cavern. Pagan still hadn’t joined us.
‘Pagan!’ I shouted. Nothing. ‘Pagan!’ I shouted again.
‘Not now,’ Pagan answered. I couldn’t believe it. What was so fucking important? I was firing almost non-stop now. There were so many of Them I barely had to move the weapon.
‘Balor! If Pagan does not join us in the next three seconds, shoot him. Do it with the mass driver,’ I ordered.
‘Huh?’ Balor said intelligently.
‘Just wait,’ Pagan said.
‘For what!’ I shouted, but he didn’t answer. Then I was taking hits from behind. My initial thoughts were that Rannu, Mudge and Gregor had gone down, but the split screen on my internal visual display told otherwise. The alien growth that we’d found in the cavern was transforming, growing into nozzle-like, black-light weapons. I could also see what looked like Berserks growing out of it, pulling themselves out onto the cavern floor. Ahead of us the limbs and body parts we’d previously blown apart were being drawn together by strands of the black liquid, forming into crawling masses that crept slowly towards us. I checked my ammo counter – my ammunition drum had less than a quarter left in it. This was it then, this was how we go down.
Balor shouted an ordnance-firing warning over the tac net. The rocket battery on his left shoulder swivelled round and fired four missiles into the cavern behind us. They blossomed into silent flame that rolled and flowed across the entire cavern, incinerating the newly grown black-light weapons and Berserks.
I was pulling back on foot. Taking more and more small-arms fire as I let out short stuttering bursts from the Retributor, trying to conserve ammo.
‘It’s a set-up! He’s set us up!’ Pagan shouted over the tac net. I noticed that he’d excluded Gregor from the net. A cold feeling ran up my spine. Pagan came from around his column of rock and let loose with a long burst from his still fully loaded Retributor. Berserks just in front of me were torn apart seeming to explode in the zero G.
‘What’re you talking- Shit! What’re you talking about, Pagan?’ Mudge demanded over the net.
‘The code for disarming the pods, it’s nothing. There’s no code, it’s meaningless junk!’ Pagan shouted, still providing covering fire for my retreat.
‘It was encrypted. Did you trip something that destroyed it?’ I demanded.
‘We don’t have time for this. No, I didn’t! Trust me. I know what I’m doing!’
‘What does this mean?’ Mudge asked. The only other time I’d heard such desperation in his voice was when he’d run out of drugs and booze.
‘There are no pods!’ Pagan shouted, now firing desperately as Berserks and impromptu masses of re-formed alien flesh moved closer to us.
‘Buy us some time, Balor,’ I said. Two more rockets flew overhead and we were bathed in an orange light as liquid flame cleared the cave entrance. I stopped firing to conserve ammo and let Pagan clear up the stragglers.
‘It means there are no pods! Gregor lied to us!’ Pagan shouted,
‘Why?’ I asked, though I already knew the answer.
‘He is Crom!’ Pagan answered.
‘He can’t be Crom,’ I shouted back. ‘He put us on to the Cabal. He told us about Blackworm, Crom and Demiurge. He helped us and tried very fucking hard to kill Rolleston. If it hadn’t been for him we’d all be dead.’ But even as I was saying it I was piecing it together. I remembered Rolleston on the assault shuttle doing something with his skull fucker. Why had he even bothered with the knife when he was capable of wreaking havoc with his bare hands? Nostalgia? He must have been putting Crom into some sort of delivery system in the hilt. When he’d stabbed Gregor in the head he’d infected Gregor with Crom. That’s why the wound had taken so much longer than the others to heal, because Gregor had been trying to fight off the infection. Trying not to become Crom.
It had been right in front of me, but I hadn’t seen it because I had wanted my friend back and I had wanted to trust my friend. Well, I could trust my friend. This wasn’t Gregor. This was all on Rolleston.
‘I think Pagan may be right,’ I said. Even then I didn’t want to believe it. Even then what I said still sounded like another betrayal in my ears.
‘Why bring us?’ Balor growled over the tac net.
‘In case he needed our help to get close enough to one of the main population centres,’ I said. ‘Because he knew we’d attract a lot of attention when we were finally compromised. Bait to bring more of Them in to be infected.’ I started firing as the cave mouth started filling up again, angry, frustrated, betrayed.
‘What the fuck!’ I’d never heard Rannu sound surprised and certainly never heard him swear before. I checked the feed from Rannu and Mudge’s Mamluks and froze momentarily. Gregor’s organic battle form had stepped forward towards the advancing Them forces. His tentacles had shot out in front of him, piercing the Berserks, crawling masses and even a Walker’s chitinous exoskeleton. From each of Them pierced by one of the tentacles, similar tentacles shot out into other nearby aliens and so on until all the aliens at that end of the cavern were linked by pulsing tendrils originating with Gregor.
‘Rannu! Mudge! On me now! Balor, sanitise that area!’ I shouted.