Chapter 353: Invading the fortress

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Chapter 353: Invading the fortress The cave had become Kelvin’s home for the past eighteen hours, and he was beginning to develop the kind of intimate relationship with crystalline rock formations that nobody should have with geological features. His suit’s diagnostics painted a cheerful picture of gradual system failure, with integrity holding steady at a robust forty-five percent—which in technical terms meant "still technically functional but probably shouldn’t be trusted with anything important." ’Like keeping me alive,’ he thought, watching the repair nanobots work their microscopic magic on the damaged servos in his left shoulder. ’But hey, forty-five percent is practically brand new by post-apocalyptic standards.’ The communication array had been his constant companion through the long hours, its displays casting blue light across the cave walls as he worked through layer after layer of interference patterns. What he’d discovered was both encouraging and absolutely terrifying. The jamming wasn’t random. It was structured, coordinated, and definitely artificial. More importantly, it was coming from specific locations across the planet’s surface—nodes that generated overlapping fields of electronic chaos designed to prevent any off-world communication. ’Nodes,’ he mused, adjusting the frequency filters for the hundredth time. ’Because of course it’s nodes. Can’t just be one big jammer that I could theoretically blow up with extreme prejudice and questionable safety protocols. Has to be a whole network of them.’ But here was the interesting part: one of those nodes was generating significantly more signal traffic than the others. Not just jamming—actual data transmission. Massive amounts of it, flowing in patterns that suggested real-time coordination of multiple targets. ’Target coordination,’ he thought grimly. ’Because that’s exactly what you’d need if you were running a planetary-scale puppet show.’ The node was approximately forty kilometers from his current position, nestled in a valley between two mountain ranges that would provide excellent natural protection for whatever facility was generating all that electronic noise. It was also, according to his suit’s tactical analysis, the perfect location for a centralized command structure. ’Time to pack up and pay it a visit,’ Kelvin decided, beginning the careful process of shutting down his equipment. ’Because clearly what this situation needs is more reckless decision-making from the guy with the damaged armor.’ The repair nanobots had done what they could with the available materials, which wasn’t much. His left shoulder servo was functional but would probably seize up under heavy stress. The power distribution system was held together by electronic equivalent of duct tape and prayer. And something in his helmet’s display was producing a persistent flicker that made reading diagnostics feel like an exercise in advanced migraine generation. But the suit would hold together long enough to get him to the signal source. Probably. Maybe. The mathematical probability was somewhere in the thirty-percent range, which was actually pretty good odds considering the circumstances. ’Thirty percent,’ he told himself, sealing his equipment into transport configuration. ’I’ve done stupider things with worse odds. Like that time on Cannadah when I thought I could hack the jammer and still make it back in time to help Noah fight,’ The memory of Cannadah made him pause. That mission had taught him that sometimes survival meant making choices that looked insane from the outside but made perfect sense when you were the one with all the information. The trick was knowing when you had enough information to make those choices, and when you were just gambling with your life because the alternative was giving up. Right now, giving up wasn’t an option. Noah, Lucas, Sophie, and everyone else scattered across this star system were walking into the same trap that had killed his team. If he could crack this communication network, if he could get word to them about what they were really facing... ’Then maybe this whole disaster doesn’t end with every human in the system getting turned into biological remote controls,’ he thought, checking his weapon charge levels. ’Optimistic thinking, Kelvin. I like it.’ The energy blade was at sixty percent charge—enough for maybe two sustained combat encounters if he was careful and lucky. His plasma charges were gone, used up in the fight that had claimed his team. That left him with the suit’s enhanced strength and speed, his custom targeting systems, and whatever clever tricks he could improvise from available materials. ’Going to be a fun day,’ he decided, activating the suit’s mobility systems and feeling the familiar hum of power flowing through the servos. ’Nothing says "good life choices" like hiking forty kilometers across hostile alien terrain in damaged equipment to assault a position that’s probably crawling with things that want to kill me.’ --- The journey to the signal source took six hours of careful movement across terrain that seemed specifically designed to make travel as miserable as possible. Crystalline formations jutted from the ground at random intervals, creating a obstacle course of razor-sharp stone that could slice through suit material if he wasn’t careful. The local atmosphere was thin enough to make breathing a conscious effort, and the temperature differential between sunlight and shadow was extreme enough to keep his suit’s environmental systems working overtime. But it was the silence that bothered him most. No wildlife, no wind, no ambient noise except the sound of his own breathing and the soft hum of his equipment. It was the kind of silence that made you realize how much you depended on background noise to feel normal, and how unnatural it felt when that noise disappeared. ’Like the whole planet is holding its breath,’ he thought, cresting a ridge that gave him his first clear view of the valley below. ’Waiting for something to happen.’ The signal source sprawled across the valley floor like a metallic cancer, its structures gleaming with alien design principles that hurt to look at directly. At the center rose a massive dish array—easily three hundred meters across, oriented toward the sky with the kind of precision that suggested serious engineering behind its construction. ’Well, that’s definitely not standard colonial equipment,’ Kelvin observed, switching his helmet display to enhanced magnification. ’That’s some seriously advanced hardware. The kind of hardware that could coordinate planetary-scale operations without breaking a sweat.’ The facility was clearly operational, with energy readings that made his suit’s sensors complain about electromagnetic interference. Whatever was happening down there was drawing massive amounts of power and processing equally massive amounts of data. It was also heavily guarded. Three Harbingers moved in patrol patterns around the facility’s perimeter, each one following routes that provided overlapping coverage of all potential approach vectors. One-horns, besides the obvious giveaway, one could tell judging by their size and movement patterns—eight feet of muscle and bone that could punch through tank armor with their bare fists. Kelvin settled into cover behind a crystalline formation and began running tactical calculations in his head. Three one-horns, unknown number of additional guards inside the facility, and him with a damaged suit and limited weapons. The math was not encouraging. ’Three targets, multiple approach vectors, unknown defensive positions,’ he thought, watching the patrol patterns through his suit’s optics. ’Standard tactical doctrine would call for at least a full squad, heavy weapons support, and preferably air cover. What I have is one partially functional energy blade and a suit that might survive one serious impact if I’m very lucky.’ The patrols were moving in a pattern that suggested coordinated intelligence rather than simple animal behavior. They were covering each other’s blind spots, maintaining communication through gesture and positioning, adapting their routes to account for terrain advantages. ’Smart monsters,’ Kelvin noted. ’Because regular monsters weren’t challenging enough. These things are actually thinking tactically.’ One of the Harbingers paused in its patrol, head turning toward his hiding spot with the kind of focused attention that made Kelvin’s blood run cold. For a moment, he was certain he’d been spotted, that the creature’s enhanced senses had picked up his heat signature or the near silent hum emitting from his suit. But after a few seconds of intense scrutiny, the creature resumed its patrol. Kelvin released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. ’Okay,’ he thought, settling deeper into cover while he considered his options. ’Direct assault is suicide. Stealth approach is probably suicide with extra steps. But if I can find a way to disable that array, maybe I can crack their communication network. Maybe I can warn the others before they walk into the same kind of kill zone that claimed my team.’ The facility stretched across the valley floor, its alien architecture making his eyes water when he tried to focus on the details. But there had to be a way in, some vulnerability he could exploit. There always was, if you were smart enough to find it and desperate enough to try it. ’Time to earn that reputation for impossible problem-solving,’ Kelvin decided, beginning detailed observation of the guard patterns while his mind worked through the tactical possibilities. ’Because if I can’t figure this out, everyone I care about is going to die in the most preventable way possible.’ The Harbingers continued their patrol, unaware that forty meters away, a damaged human in experimental armor was planning something that would either save the day or get him killed in spectacular fashion. ’Knowing my luck,’ Kelvin thought grimly, ’probably both.’

Chapter 353: Invading the fortress

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