Fairies, Trolls, and Staff Sergeant Maltin




Chapter Seven



    "The trolls are approaching, Mil E," Amanda said from her place in the dirt. She was now sitting upright with her legs folded over themselves. She sat straighter to see the trolls, then looked at Maltin. She frowned and pushed the tip of his rifle barrel outward.
    "Your weapon was pointing at Mil E," Amanda chastised him.
    "No shit," Mili and Maltin both said at once. Mili crossed herself and made a face, waiting for the rifle to fire. When nothing happened she opened one eye and looked up.
    "Coward," she said and swiveled around to hold her rifle over a rock.
    Maltin pretended to backhand Amanda before swinging his own rifle around. Amanda sat up higher and surveyed the trolls again.
    "There certainly are a great deal of them," Amanda said as she looked around brightly.
    "Oh, really?" Maltin said in amazement.
    "Are you certain you can defeat them all by yourself?" she asked.
    "No lady. I'll shoot a few, Mili will shoot a few, and you'll talk us to death so they can come up here and barbecue our dead bodies. Understand?"
    "That's not much of a plan, Maltin. I believe I should assist."
    "Fine, here," he tossed her a screamer grenade without looking. She held it daintily between two fingers and dropped it in the dirt.
    "Shoot that one," she pointed at the nearest troll and shook Maltin's shoulder as he was about to shoot. He stopped, lowered his head for a moment, then sent eight quick flashes of light into the chest of the nearest troll.
    "Good, he was a leader," Amanda said in satisfaction.
    Maltin watched the approaching army for a moment, then turned and looked at Amanda. She returned his look brightly. Maltin searched around until found his screamer grenade lying next to her knee. With a sigh of disgust he grabbed it, flipped off the safety, and tossed it as far as he could throw. It exploded, sending five trolls flying through the air.
    "Very good, Maltin, you damaged two of them... sort of."
    "If you can do better, then do it," Maltin demanded.
    "Certainly. She raised both hands, palms up, and pushed them outward toward the trolls. With a look of extreme concentration she closed her eyes and bit her lip. Streams of light flew down from the sky and flew through hundreds of trolls without hesitation. The humans could hear the popping sound when each little speck of light penetrated a body and shot out the back.
The trolls screamed and fell, kicking in the dirt.
    "Hey, the little light guy's are helping us!" Mili yelled, then turned to see Amanda's strange actions. "Good work, girl, you show them," she yelled as Amanda concentrated.
    When the remaining trolls turned and fled, Amanda sighed, and relaxed. She blinked rapidly, obviously exhausted, then gave Mili a nearly authentic smile. "Godonya," she said with a winked.
    "Hey, has Maltin been teaching you how to talk?" Mili demanded.
    "Gotcha," Amanda said, pointing at her chest.
    "Well forget everything he told you. Maltin is a moron and you're talking just like him. Understood?"
    "Understood," Amanda said with great relief. Maltin screamed an objection.
    The sky darkened. They coward and looked upward to see a massive ship filling the sky with the tip just passing them and the tail still over the horizon.
    "Better call the little light guys again," Mili said nervously.
    "I'm afraid it will do no good, Mil E. The micro-bots you call the little light guys were invented by my people to announce an event through an aerial display of lights. They are constructed of common metals, and powered by a renewable sodium pellet. They are now exhausted and must recharge in the sun, but even fully charged, they can not pass through metal."
    "Well do something!" Maltin demanded. He raised the barrel of his rifle, moved the barrel around several times, searching for a target, then sighed and lowered the barrel with a helpless shrug.
    "You didn't shoot," Amanda said.
    "No shit? You think this little rifle will do any good against that thing? All it will do is get them mad?"
    "They are quite mad already, but a properly placed concentration of fire in just the right area could do a great deal of damage," Amanda nodded, changing positions.
    "Yeah, right," Maltin growled.
    "It could," she insisted, looking at Mili.
    "Amanda, these rifles are a lot like the little light guys, they don't work well against metal."
    "I'm aware of the potential for a laser guided, laser energized, plasma powered particle beam. If you would shoot at that dome at the bottom, for instance, you would temporarily disable the guidance system for their weapons," she pointed at a protrusion near the front of the ship.
    Maltin looked at her skeptically, then brought up his rifle and concentrated his fire in the area she had indicated.
    "You too, Mil E," Amanda pointed, urging her on.
    Mili brought up her weapon and added her own beam to Maltin's. It took several minutes of concentrated fire before they saw a change. Flashes of electricity and a small explosion brought a cheer from Amanda.
    "This is fun," she said, dancing around a bit from her seat on the ground. "Now point at those bulges at the sides. You need to destroy all four of them. They use those to communicate."
    It took much less time to destroy each bulge at the sides.
    "Very good," Amanda clapped. "Now they can't communicate with the big ships, or the trolls coming up behind us," Amanda said brightly.
    "The BIG ships?" Mili asked.
    "Behind us?" Maltin said at the same time and swung around. He searched the boulders littering the hillside, they were crawling with trolls.
    "Better bring back the little light guys?" Mili said as she turned and added her fire to Maltin's.
    "They have expended their energy," Amanda said regretfully. "But I do have help coming. It should arrive in a few minutes."
    "It's a nice thought, but we'll be dead in a few minutes," Maltin growled. He concentrated on the leading trolls, remembering the old adage coined in the 3rd, the bravest dies the fastest. When the first five trolls were smoking the trolls following sought cover and fired from behind boulders.
    "You know," Amanda picked up a small cylinder of plasma ammo for Maltin's gun, "these would make excellent weapons under the right conditions."
    "Yeah, how?" Maltin said without looking. They were temporarily blinded by yellow bolts of energy searching the boulders from the ship above.
    "Holy shit!" Maltin screamed, batting at glowing rock particles on his clothing and packs.
    "See, they can't shoot properly now," Amanda said, pointing at the ship.     
    The energy beams searched through the boulders of the hiding trolls, killing dozens. Several more ran from the boulders to avoid the approaching beam. Maltin and Mili took advantage of this, of course, and brought down several before they could find safer cover.
    "Yeah," Mili yelled happily. Amanda smiled at her then turned as Maltin continued talking.
    "How will they make good weapons?"
    "They contain a great deal of energy. If one of them was out there among the trolls, and it exploded, it would destroy a vast majority of your enemies."
    "And us along with it. Those things are a suspended neutron explosion captured at the moment of impact in a giant collider. The laser inside the rifle can kick energy out of the cylinder and it gives you an almost inexhaustible supply of energy. But if you crack the case, it goes off like a nuclear bomb."
    "But you are carrying expended cartridges in your bag," Amanda pointed at the pile of bags beside him.
    "How do you... never mind. So how... WATCH OUT!" he yelled, pulling Amanda aside as an energy beam from the ship above cut a molten valley between them and Mili.
    They checked themselves after the beam passed, to make sure they were unhurt. Mili looked at them from across the huge, molten ditch.
    "Don't try to jump it, it will burn you alive," Maltin shouted. Three simultaneous beams from the enemy made him duck and pull Amanda behind a new boulder.
    "This is very annoying," Amanda frowned at him darkly while brushing herself off.
    "Well Soorrryyy for saving your life," Maltin growled.
    "The beams had already passed harmlessly when you assaulted me. Please try to control your fear, Maltin."
    "My... MY fear?"
    "Yes. Now hand me those bags," she pointed while crossing her legs again.
    "Here," he tossed them in her general direction. She pulled the bags closer by the straps. Without even looking in the bags she took out an expended cartridge, glowing a sickly white in her hands, and a screamer grenade. She fished in another bag for tape and taped the two together. She dumped the contents of one bag out in the dirt, ignoring Maltin's shouted objections, and slid the bundle into the bag.
    "Now, if you can manage to activate that noise maker and toss it out there before it explodes, you might survive," Amanda said, dusting her hands off.
    "Gimme the damned thing," he said, putting down his rifle. He felt through the side of the bag until he found the safety, flipped it off, and twirled the bag around his head while he counted silently, then let it go. It sailed gently up, then came back down to land among the trolls. One troll scrambled to grab the bag, intent on throwing it back. Maltin had anticipated this and released it during the last ten seconds of the countdown. The screamer was already making a horrible sound.
    "Hit the dirt!" Maltin yelled at Mili. He was about to pull Amanda down, but she glared and lowered herself without his assistance. Maltin peeked around the corner of the rock and watched in horror as the troll began swinging the bag around his head, then released it. The grenade went off while the bag was only four feet from the troll. The restrained plasma, suddenly released from the tiny cylinder, swept over the enemy boulders like a wave of liquid fire. It billowed and boiled across the ground, coming uncomfortably close to Maltin and his little army before it burned itself out.
    Amanda sat up with a smile, surveying the cleared area before them.
    "Neat trick," Maltin reluctantly admitted. "I wish we could use the same thing to get rid of that damned ship," he pointed above his head.
    "No need, my help has arrived," Amanda pointed behind them. Maltin turned to look over his shoulder. He stiffened then shouted and scrambled through the dirt for his rifle. When Mili saw the commotion she looked behind her, screamed, and immediately started shooting.
    "Stop, Mil E," Amanda held up a hand.
    "What the hell?" Mili yelled, reluctantly lifting the barrel of her rifle.
    "These mechanical devices have been reprogrammed by the city to help us," Amanda pointed at the gently bobbing row of 9-16's awaiting her orders.
    "Then what are you waiting for, use them?" Maltin shouted.
    "I'm waiting for that area to cool down," Amanda pointed at the fifty foot deep ditch, now cooling.
    A pair of huge energy beams searched the boulders and came extremely close to Maltin.
    "To hell with the ditch, shoot the damned thing."
    "I really shouldn't," Amanda insisted, then closed her eyes. The line of 9-16's rose from where they floated behind them and made a run on the ship. Their screaming weapons began as they neared the ship. The residual noise kept the humans pinned to the ground with their hands over their ears. The huge troll ship suddenly rumbled like the far off sound of thunder. In a moment the side blew out of the ship, raining hot metal over miles of landscape. The ship tried to defend itself, taking out many of the milling saucers, but like a huge dying beast it suddenly shuddered and started to list to the right. It lurched and the right side fell several feet, then the entire ship started to drop.
    "Oh shit!" Maltin screamed. He grabbed up several bags and ran for the hot ditch. Amanda was right behind him with several more bags, which she deemed important. Mili dove into the ditch with only her rifle. In a moment it was obvious that they should have waited. Maltin started cursing and rolling around on the smooth, hot lava. He finally positioned the bags so he could lay on them without burning to death. Mili screamed and jumped to her feet. She dove to land on top of Maltin. Amanda delicately positioned several bags, then sat and watched the ship falling on them. As the ship crashed to the ground above them, Amanda ducked and covered her head. The sound was unbearable. First the crash, then the internal explosions in the ship. When the ship stopped falling it was less than ten feet above their heads. Waves of dirt came washing down the sides of the ditch, burying them in a small avalanche. More explosions rocked the ground beneath them, as they clawed their way out of the dirt so they could breath. Maltin had the sense to pull what bags he could find out of the dirt and toss them on top, then he helped Mili up out of the hole. They saw Amanda suddenly pop up from her own hole, so dirty that her white skin and golden hair were black. There were little mounds of dirt between her elfin ears and her head. She shook like a dog and suddenly became recognizable again. She pulled the bags out of her hole and tossed them on the new dirt, amid little explosions of dust. As they stood and looked around, Maltin suddenly realized that he was the only one holding a weapon. He looked at the four foot deep pile of dirt where he'd last seen Mili's weapon, then shook his head.
    He ejected the plasma cartridge from the side of his rifle and stared at the sickly pale color, before he reluctantly shoved it back into his rifle. All his spare cartridge were now somewhere above them, smashed into the dirt by the troll ship.
    "This way," Amanda said hoarsely as she pointed ahead. She picked up the bags she had saved and started struggling ahead through the mounds of soft dirt.
    "I lost my weapon," Mili whispered harshly.
    "Yeah, I know," Maltin said and started forward.