Black Legion: 02 - Assault on Khorram by Michael G. Thomas Read Free Book Online

Lysander.”
    Glaucon sighed.
    “Old man, you seem to have a lot of information for a man that is now an imprisoned soldier on an Arcadian warship. Why would a regional Median commander be looking to fund a coalition of Terrans? Isn’t Cyrus already doing the same thing?”
    “A good point, but this isn’t to do with what is happening here. It is to do with the Laconians. Have you not heard the news about Lysander?”
    Two guards approached the door and looked inside. It appeared they were trying to find somebody. They were about to leave when one noticed the conversation between the group in the corner.
    “Hey, shut it!” he barked.
    They stopped and looked at him as did the many other prisoners, all of them looking at him and waiting. He looked at an electronic report in his hand. The corner of his mouth twisted upwards into a smile of satisfaction. A few more seconds and he looked back inside the brig.
    “Calm down now, just a few more jumps and then we’ll be getting rid of you. Apparently, there are some people waiting to take a few of you back to your homeworlds. Who’s been a little naughty?”
    The familiar feeling of the FTL drive started up again, much to the surprise of the guard and the prisoners. This time it was different, and a series of shudders shook the massive vessel followed by a loud grinding sound. It was similar to the rubbing of heavy metal together. Almost immediately after, the sound of the emergency alarms activated and the lights dimmed.
    “Stay here!” shouted the guard and then he was gone.
    Red lights flashed on, and the Titan quickly transformed from its sedentary state to one of a ship at battle stations. The brig was quickly deserted, and just a couple of guards stayed to stand at their posts. The rest grabbed armour and weapons from the lockers and exited through the single entrance to the brig quarter.
    “What the hell is going on?” shouted one of the prisoners.
    “Maybe it’s a mutiny. There’s a lot if dissatisfaction on board.”
    Tamara leaned against the wall and placed her ear to the solid surface. She winced several times as she listened as best she could. Roxana moved towards her and started to speak. She was interrupted by a group of crewmen rushing in to check the firearm lockers. There was just one pulse pistol left, and the first woman to arrive grabbed it.
    “Is that it?” asked one of the men with her.
    “Yeah, come on, we need to get out of here!”
    Another peered inside at them.
    “Let’s go, they are coming this way!” he cried.
    The group moved to the door before any of the prisoners even thought to speak. It came down to Tamara to get their attention as the woman with the pistol started to disappear through the gap.
    “Hey, what’s happening out there?” she shouted.
    The woman vanished but reappeared, peeking back inside. Her look suggested she hadn’t even noticed them in the cells, let alone had given them more than a few seconds consideration.
    “We don’t know. There’s fighting on the ship and fires in the landing bay.”
    She looked around the brig and slapped a large red button on the wall with the palm of her hand. She then vanished and left the prisoners to their fate.
    “That’s just great!” muttered somebody in one of the adjacent cells.
    A hiss reverberated through the brig and in perfect synchronisation, every single cell door slid open.
    “Yes!” shouted Glaucon.
    Xenophon reached out and held him back.
    “Don’t be too excited my friend. Why did she release us?” he added.
    “Who cares? Let’s go!” said Tamara excitedly. She was at the door and moving out into the corridor before the rest had even moved. Dozens of other prisoners rushed out, and in less than half a minute, the entire place was deserted. Xenophon, Roxana and Glaucon joined Tamara in the corridor. The sight that greeted them all left them speechless. A dozen bodies littered the ground, and splatters of blood covered one side of the corridor. Two men