Battle for Proxima by Michael G. Thomas Page A

Secondly, and of more importance to them, revenge. They are fully aware of what has happened, due to talks between their representative and Commander Anderson. A number have already toured the facility on Prometheus, under the supervision of Gun.”
    “The Biomech that assisted your little revolt?”
    “Little?” replied the General with disdain.
    “Okay. I understand what you are saying. You will liaise with Anderson and set up a safe protocol. We have to ensure this doesn’t come back and bite us in the ass. The Biomechs of Prometheus will be given the chance to form battalions under our command. They will receive benefits from the Confederacy, including a place to live following the conclusion of the war, and inclusion within the Confederate family.”
    “What about after the war, Admiral? Where will they live?”
    “We’ll deal with that when we get to it. For now all they need to know is that the Confederacy is their friend. If they fight with us, they will be rewarded with a place in our new society.”
    “Understood, I will contact Anderson immediately.”
    “Good luck, General. We will need a trustworthy set of officers to command them, make sure they can keep them under control,” she said seriously.
    He saluted and left the Admiral alone in the room, as she considered the gravity of what she had just done.
    “Biomechs on our side? What the hell is the Council going to think about this?” she muttered to herself. Though deep inside, she doubted whether the Council even still existed. For now, the conclusion of the war was all that mattered. The politics would be left for others to worry about.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    The mind of the Biomech is a wondrous thing. At the heart of every one is the brain of a human subject, some taken from the recently deceased where they are put into immediate cryogenic storage and others removed from live hosts. The bodies appear a curious mixture of freshly grown tissue and organs, with the use of donor parts from others bodies. This is undoubtedly why there has been so much variation in the types of Biomechs seen on Proxima. Some being no more than animals, others more like massively oversized men. The real fear for Confed scientists is that they will be able to procreate. This possibility could result in the rise of a new, potentially more successful species than Homo sapiens.
      Evolution of the Biomechs
     
     
     

    Blue sparks of electricity flashed across the bulkheads, sending a number of workers and marines scurrying for cover. Water still dripped from the many ruptured pipes and the risk to those on the ground was great. The combat damage from the uprising in the prison facility had taken its toll on the internal infrastructure. At least one tunnel had already collapsed.
    Commander Anderson watched in dismay from the high observation point in the harvesting area. He was overseeing the removal and disconnection of the equipment as it was taken away for examination. Next to him stood Sergeant Kowalski, who sent mapping and route data to the men on the likely cause of the problem. He turned to the Commander and pointed at a point on his map of the site. Anderson looked at it briefly, establishing the critical component and its site in the base. He pulled the intercom from the mount on the wall.
    “The second level relay. Level three, section two. Shut it down, shut it down now!”
    “We’re on it!” came the reply, as a small team of engineers scurried about, jumping over cables and doing their best to avoid the sparks. One was on the ground and being taken care of by a number of workers. Sergeant Kowalski sent additional details, so they could work their way through the labyrinthine underground site. From their vantage point, Anderson could just make out one of the men tearing open a maintenance hatch and then diving in with a number of tools. There was a final blue flash, then it was over.
    “We’re clear, there was a short on the main capacitor. I’ve taken it