About Kwelengsen Swarm:
Excerpt:
One
"And yet there is only one great thing
To live to see the great day that dawns
And the light that fills the world."
— Inuit poem
The early morning sun washed the foliage around Logan Twofeathers with a dull, pink light that made the tree trunks look black and tinged their leaves the color of old blood. The sun had done little to warm the air yet, and the moss below his feet was slick with dew. Not that he felt it inside his self-contained TACS combat armor. He kneeled at the top of a shallow rise overlooking a thick expanse of native Kwelengsen trees, a single narrow path vaguely visible through the canopy as it meandered north toward the distant ridgeline. The mountains slashed west, a series of almost black serrations dominating the horizon like thick blades.
A week ago, he and the rest of his team had been escorted under those mountains and along the trail he was now contemplating. So much had happened since then it was hard to believe so little time had passed. This was where the giant gorillasaur creatures had attacked—that being the name Neeta Havji had subsequently given them. He hesitated to use the word "ambushed," despite feeling as though that was exactly what had happened. The word implied too much deliberate thought for comfort, and the creatures had shown little beyond animal instincts so far. Despite that, he was well aware how Earth creatures, and even people, had often been dismissed as savage and brutish in the past.
The sky was clear, for which he was grateful. The flying lizards had spent hours after the Corporate attack swooping around the caves devouring any bodies left behind, and in the days since, at least one or two had been constantly wheeling around looking for easy pickings. The only thing airborne was the small dot of the sentinel drone he'd launched, weaving over the treetops in long arcs as it scanned for signs of danger.
So far, it hadn't detected any threats. Logan got to his feet awkwardly and followed the trail, his movement hampered by wounds that were still healing and the makeshift repairs to his suit. He'd spent the last couple of days refurbishing it with parts scavenged from those used by Ogawa and Lwao. And although he'd managed to bring the suit back to life, without the equipment to tune the components properly, it was a partial fix at best.
The trail dropped into the shallow valley, the trees rising above him and plunging him into a shadowy gloom. His suit's systems automatically adjusted the image on his visor, brightening the view to make it as clear as if the sun were high in the sky. Logan took the further protection of setting the sensors to scan for infrared signals, adjusting the level to avoid everything glowing like a neon display. That, combined with the sentinel's feed, should be enough to stop anything from catching him unawares.
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