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."Time to didee."CHAPTER 11Near Seed, GA, United States, Sol III0715 EDT Monday September 14, 2009 adOrostan snarled as artillery started to land on the hill.The thick deciduousand white pine secondary growth should have concealed their movements, but thePage 82 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfire had followed closely on another call from the human reconnaissance team.Now it seemed to be closing in on his more elite forces and that was not to betolerated."I am getting tired of these insufferable humans," the oolt'ondai snapped.Theteam was also slipping out of their sensor range, clearly escaping over thehilltop beyond even as the pincer movement appeared to be closing on them.Cholosta'an flapped his crest with a great deal more resignation."Artilleryhappens.I don't like it, but I have yet to find a battle where the humansdon't use it.""Well, these will not for much longer," the oolt'ondai replied, yanking aweapon up from around his feet.The gun looked not dissimilar to the shotguns of Cholosta'an's oolt'os.However, when the oolt'ondai fired it was clearly different.For one thing,since the humans had dropped over the back side of the hill and were undercover from direct fire, he would not have been able to hit them.But theseniorKessentai did not seem to be trying to, rather firing into their generalvicinity.Another change was that the round was clearly visible, travelling atrelatively low speed to drop into the distant white pine and hardwood forest.The last difference was that there was no apparent effect except a slightflicker in the tenar's sensors."What was that?" Cholosta'an asked warily."A little present Tulo'stenaloor cooked up," Orostan said."Now to see if itworked."* * *Nichols peered through the mountain laurels, trying to get a clear shot at thenew Posleen force coming around the shoulder of the far ridge.The good newswas that his position, hunkered down under two granite outcroppings andsurrounded by mountain laurel, was both well concealed and protected from mostfire.But the problem was that he would be firing through heavy vegetation.Although the.50caliber rounds were unusually massive, they nonetheless tended to tumble andstray off course if they hit a branch.So it was critical to get a clear shot.And that didn't seem likely.But when he saw the distantGod King lift a weapon and fire something at the hill, he thought he couldalmost take the shot.Then his sniper scope went black."Sarge," he whispered into his radio."What the hell just happened? My scopejust went blank."There was no immediate reply and he noticed that there was no sound from hisearbuds, not even the usual background hiss of the frequency carrier."Whatthe fuck?"He turned around and slid down the hill towards where the team had assembled.He was taking rear-end Charlie again, but the position had been good so it wasno big deal.But now, with his scope down, he was going to need some help.Hehit the diagnostic button on the side as he slid but nothing lit up.It was asdead as a doornail.The area under the white pines was still fairly dark here on the west side ofthe ridge and this early in the morning so he flipped down his helmet visorand nearly slammed into a tree in the utter darkness."Sergeant Major?!" he yelled.Mosovich slapped the diagnostic box on his Land Warrior suit and looked up."Sister Mary?""I got nothin', sergeant major," she whispered.None of the communicationsgear was functioning and even some of the medical devices were not responding."Dump anything that doesn't work," he said, slamming his helmet into a tree."Shit!""We're golden, Jake," Mueller said easily."We can do this.""We can't call for fire!" the team leader snapped back as Nichols slid to astop.The team wasPage 83 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlgathered on a reasonably flat spot that was probably another one of theubiquitous logging roads from the 1920s and '30s."Nichols, you down?""Everything, Sergeant Major," the sniper said, furiously starting to changeout the batteries on the sniper scope."That probably won't help," Sister Mary said."I already tried on the commogear.""Did you see anything unusual?" Mosovich asked."Yeah," Nichols said, looking at the scope and shaking his head."That groupthat was coming around the side of the ridge.One of the God Kings firedsomething, it looked like a grenade.I thought Iwas done, but there wasn't an explosion, just my scope going dead.""EMP," Sister Mary said."Unbelievable.""Yep," Mosovich replied."Just fucking duckey.""EM-what?" Nichols asked."EMP," Mueller answered, beginning to strip his Land Warrior suit."Electo-fucking-Magnetic-motherfucking-Pulse.""Yep," Mosovich said again."Nichols, might as well shitcan that scope.Andyour helmet systems;keep the helmet, and all the other electronic gear.None of it's going to worknow.""How in the hell did they do that?" he asked, starting to dismount the scope."And what is electro-magnetic Mfing pulse?""It's kind of like a big electro-magnet," Sister Mary answered, starting todig all the commo out of her rucksack."It scrambles electronics, completelyshuts down anything with a microchip in it.Most military stuff used to bepartially hardened, but I guess since the Posleen weren't using anything thatgenerated EMPs they backed off on that.""The suits were supposed to be," Mosovich said."Same with the scopes.Myguess is that it was just a mother of an EMP burst." He looked over atNichols, who had nearly finished unbolting the scope.It was not designed tobe removed in the field and acted like it."Can you shoot that mother withouta scope?""I have," Nichols said, yanking off the last recalcitrant bolt and, just forthe fun of it, wacking the$50,000 anchor into a tree."There's a ladder sight and a ghost ring.I shotwith both of them in sniper school." He paused."But sniper school was a longdamned time ago.""Okay, gather up whatever you're going to carry," Mosovich said, flipping thelast piece of nonfunctioning electronics away into the brush and hefting hisrucksack."Just because we got hit doesn't mean the Posties slowed down.So weneed to get a move on." Mosovich moved to flip up the map on his visor andfrowned when he realized he didn't have a paper backup."AID," the sergeant major said, wondering if the Galactic technology hadsurvived."Do you have maps for this area?""Yes, Sergeant Major," the light soprano of the system answered, bringing up alocal map as a hologram [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."Time to didee."CHAPTER 11Near Seed, GA, United States, Sol III0715 EDT Monday September 14, 2009 adOrostan snarled as artillery started to land on the hill.The thick deciduousand white pine secondary growth should have concealed their movements, but thePage 82 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfire had followed closely on another call from the human reconnaissance team.Now it seemed to be closing in on his more elite forces and that was not to betolerated."I am getting tired of these insufferable humans," the oolt'ondai snapped.Theteam was also slipping out of their sensor range, clearly escaping over thehilltop beyond even as the pincer movement appeared to be closing on them.Cholosta'an flapped his crest with a great deal more resignation."Artilleryhappens.I don't like it, but I have yet to find a battle where the humansdon't use it.""Well, these will not for much longer," the oolt'ondai replied, yanking aweapon up from around his feet.The gun looked not dissimilar to the shotguns of Cholosta'an's oolt'os.However, when the oolt'ondai fired it was clearly different.For one thing,since the humans had dropped over the back side of the hill and were undercover from direct fire, he would not have been able to hit them.But theseniorKessentai did not seem to be trying to, rather firing into their generalvicinity.Another change was that the round was clearly visible, travelling atrelatively low speed to drop into the distant white pine and hardwood forest.The last difference was that there was no apparent effect except a slightflicker in the tenar's sensors."What was that?" Cholosta'an asked warily."A little present Tulo'stenaloor cooked up," Orostan said."Now to see if itworked."* * *Nichols peered through the mountain laurels, trying to get a clear shot at thenew Posleen force coming around the shoulder of the far ridge.The good newswas that his position, hunkered down under two granite outcroppings andsurrounded by mountain laurel, was both well concealed and protected from mostfire.But the problem was that he would be firing through heavy vegetation.Although the.50caliber rounds were unusually massive, they nonetheless tended to tumble andstray off course if they hit a branch.So it was critical to get a clear shot.And that didn't seem likely.But when he saw the distantGod King lift a weapon and fire something at the hill, he thought he couldalmost take the shot.Then his sniper scope went black."Sarge," he whispered into his radio."What the hell just happened? My scopejust went blank."There was no immediate reply and he noticed that there was no sound from hisearbuds, not even the usual background hiss of the frequency carrier."Whatthe fuck?"He turned around and slid down the hill towards where the team had assembled.He was taking rear-end Charlie again, but the position had been good so it wasno big deal.But now, with his scope down, he was going to need some help.Hehit the diagnostic button on the side as he slid but nothing lit up.It was asdead as a doornail.The area under the white pines was still fairly dark here on the west side ofthe ridge and this early in the morning so he flipped down his helmet visorand nearly slammed into a tree in the utter darkness."Sergeant Major?!" he yelled.Mosovich slapped the diagnostic box on his Land Warrior suit and looked up."Sister Mary?""I got nothin', sergeant major," she whispered.None of the communicationsgear was functioning and even some of the medical devices were not responding."Dump anything that doesn't work," he said, slamming his helmet into a tree."Shit!""We're golden, Jake," Mueller said easily."We can do this.""We can't call for fire!" the team leader snapped back as Nichols slid to astop.The team wasPage 83 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlgathered on a reasonably flat spot that was probably another one of theubiquitous logging roads from the 1920s and '30s."Nichols, you down?""Everything, Sergeant Major," the sniper said, furiously starting to changeout the batteries on the sniper scope."That probably won't help," Sister Mary said."I already tried on the commogear.""Did you see anything unusual?" Mosovich asked."Yeah," Nichols said, looking at the scope and shaking his head."That groupthat was coming around the side of the ridge.One of the God Kings firedsomething, it looked like a grenade.I thought Iwas done, but there wasn't an explosion, just my scope going dead.""EMP," Sister Mary said."Unbelievable.""Yep," Mosovich replied."Just fucking duckey.""EM-what?" Nichols asked."EMP," Mueller answered, beginning to strip his Land Warrior suit."Electo-fucking-Magnetic-motherfucking-Pulse.""Yep," Mosovich said again."Nichols, might as well shitcan that scope.Andyour helmet systems;keep the helmet, and all the other electronic gear.None of it's going to worknow.""How in the hell did they do that?" he asked, starting to dismount the scope."And what is electro-magnetic Mfing pulse?""It's kind of like a big electro-magnet," Sister Mary answered, starting todig all the commo out of her rucksack."It scrambles electronics, completelyshuts down anything with a microchip in it.Most military stuff used to bepartially hardened, but I guess since the Posleen weren't using anything thatgenerated EMPs they backed off on that.""The suits were supposed to be," Mosovich said."Same with the scopes.Myguess is that it was just a mother of an EMP burst." He looked over atNichols, who had nearly finished unbolting the scope.It was not designed tobe removed in the field and acted like it."Can you shoot that mother withouta scope?""I have," Nichols said, yanking off the last recalcitrant bolt and, just forthe fun of it, wacking the$50,000 anchor into a tree."There's a ladder sight and a ghost ring.I shotwith both of them in sniper school." He paused."But sniper school was a longdamned time ago.""Okay, gather up whatever you're going to carry," Mosovich said, flipping thelast piece of nonfunctioning electronics away into the brush and hefting hisrucksack."Just because we got hit doesn't mean the Posties slowed down.So weneed to get a move on." Mosovich moved to flip up the map on his visor andfrowned when he realized he didn't have a paper backup."AID," the sergeant major said, wondering if the Galactic technology hadsurvived."Do you have maps for this area?""Yes, Sergeant Major," the light soprano of the system answered, bringing up alocal map as a hologram [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]