Star Force: Resolution (SF89) (Star Force Origin Series) by Aer-ki Jyr

hesitate,
running into the nearest door and heading straight for the attackers and the
panicked, desperate minds inside that were being gunned down. A few were intent
to fight back, but they were disappearing from his mental view as they were
among the first to die.
    When he came into sight of them the solid mass of his
body blurred and shot straight for them, wrapping around one soldier’s arm and
shifting into a liquid/gel state where he could take about any form he wanted.
He yanked the weapon free as he rotated around the Trinx, spinning him like a
tornado and throwing him into the nearest soldier, knocking them both down as
his wispy cloud remained behind, taking two shots from the others that were now
focusing on the Yisv.
    Staying in cloud form he drifted over to them, then
snapped back into physical mode when he was only inches away, punching both
apart for a moment as he extended his arms back out as gel and latched onto
their weapons, turning them away from his solid body before he got one wrenched
free. He tossed it to one of the nearby rebel Trinx who was laying wounded on
the ground, then spun one of the soldiers around and threw him closer…where he
was gunned down from two meters away.
    Flashing back into a cloud he avoided massive damage
from another pair of shots, but with each that passed through he lost body
mass, though it wasn’t going to matter for this small engagement. Continuing to
use his agility and evasiveness to his advantage, he worked the remaining 4
Trinx soldiers over and eventually killed them all with their own weapons.
    Onnet reached down and
picked up two of the rifles with gel-like limbs and gave them to the nearest
rebels/civilians.
    “ Stay here and
stay alive. Give us time and we will free the planet ,” he promised before
heading back out on the streets to hunt down more extermination squads.

 
    4 months later…

 
    Prefect Nesfa stood behind a
wall of guards, the last left as he, and a few Regents as they held within the
Ancient shell. They’d retreated here as the rebels and the invaders took
section after section of the planet away from them. It seemed right that if
they were going to make their last stand that it should be here, in the
presence of the Hamoriti they were sworn to protect and in the presence of the
Ancients’ legacy.
    He stood with the others ready to fight, knowing that
fleeing further into the shell was pointless. This was where he would meet his
end, and do so with his loyal kin.
    When he heard the defensive emplacements outside open
fire again he knew the invaders were here, meaning it was time to move forward.
He wasn’t going to give any orders from this point on, there were infantry
commanders better suited to that. Now he was just one Trinx out of many, and
that both humbled and freed him to the purpose of doing as much damage to the
enemy as possible before he died.
    When the wall of bodies before him moved forward he
went with them as the noise of weaponsfire intensified. The defensive batteries
that the Trinx had installed just outside the aperture were adding to the
shell’s own defenses as the infantry were firing from just inside the Ancient
facility so not to get caught in the crossfire. When one of the Trinx in front
of him fell, the Prefect could see what was occurring ahead and he stepped forward
shoulder to shoulder with the others behind a low barrier as Star Force troops
were falling back, several of which appeared to be injured.
    Two physical shields of their larger soldiers blocked
for them, then there was a pause as the batteries fell silent and both sides were
out of vision of the other. He knew there were more enemy soldiers just beyond
the entrance, but how long they’d wait before making another assault was the
question. He was sorry to see that, once again, the only bodies on the floor
were his own people, and he adamantly committed himself to killing at least one
of them before this facility was taken.
    In the silence a