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“I really hate that guy,” the convict said as he shoveled<br />
another heap of black mud out of the soon-to-be foxhole.<br />
His name was Henrich, and he said he was serving for a<br />
minor assault charge, but from the looks of his scars and<br />
gangland tattoos…I’d say it was the least of his<br />
convictions. He was a big guy, just over two meters in<br />
height, and had a shaved head under his helmet.<br />
“Shh, don’t let Maxim hear that talk…he’ll put you on<br />
perimeter duty. You want to be stringing barbed wire all<br />
day?” I replied. He just shrugged and sank his spade<br />
back into the soil. I’m Barber, a lifer from Ironglass who<br />
ran into the wrong element with far too much liquor on my<br />
brain at the time. I ended up killing a guy, self-defense I<br />
swear it, which landed me this fantastic tour of the galaxy.<br />
“Hey, watch it!” I barely ducked a lump of mud that flew in<br />
from the next foxhole over. I looked over the lip toward<br />
where it came from.<br />
“Sorry mate, don’t know me own strength!” Michaels<br />
shouted with a stupid grin. Michaels was a big grunt from<br />
Vacillus, and our squad’s chain gunner. His arms were<br />
as big around as my leg, and with how much marching<br />
we do I’m in pretty good shape!<br />
“No problem. How long until next shift comes to relieve<br />
us?” I asked, making conversation to pass the time.<br />
“An hour, maybe two…by then we will have finished most<br />
of the graves,” Henrich hissed between the wet ker-shuk<br />
sounds of the digging.<br />
“Foxholes, we’re digging foxholes,” Michaels corrected,<br />
shaking his head.<br />
“Same damn thing these days, same damn thing,”<br />
Henrich finished.<br />
“Stow that negativity, convict. Stick to my orders, don’t try<br />
and run when the shooting starts, and you’ll be fine. But<br />
for now, get out of those holes and head over to the<br />
armory…I’ll be making an announcement in seventeen<br />
minutes,” Censor Maxim ordered. Maxim was a small<br />
framed man, but had icy cold eyes capable of watching<br />
dozens of men executed without even the slightest twitch.<br />
The other convicts in the barracks said that he was a<br />
leading member of the Viridian Royal Guard, but gave up<br />
his stripes to come to Ironglass to oversee the convict<br />
legions. He had fought against every foe the Junkers<br />
have ever faced; men, ‘synths, slugs…all of them. He<br />
spun on his thick heels, and stalked off into the falling<br />
rain. We started to climb out of the muddy holes, and<br />
everyone sighed in relief.<br />
“An announcement? This out to be good.”<br />
26<br />
Standing on the makeshift stage were four men, two of<br />
which I knew. Censor Maxim and his lackey Sergeant<br />
Fulton, a weasel marine that supposedly saved a Lictor<br />
during the Confederate Wars. The other two looked like<br />
ragged convicts, wearing speckled and airbrushed armor<br />
and long matted hair. One was a man, dark-skinned and<br />
thickly muscled. The other was female, wiry like a<br />
mountain cat and topped with a brightly colored topknot.<br />
Around the stage were over a hundred assembled<br />
convicts, workers, and exo-jockeys waiting expectantly for<br />
Maxim’s big speech. I saw just as many eager sets of<br />
eyes as fearful ones. I’d say mine were more the latter.<br />
“Citizens and convicts of Ironglass,” Maxim raised his<br />
staff, “listen to my words, and recognize them as the new<br />
law handed down from the Praetor himself.” He cleared<br />
his throat, and lowered his staff before continuing. “As of<br />
right now, you are all property of the Legion<br />
Scorpion…the frontline Legion in charge of keeping the<br />
slugs from pushing too far inland.”<br />
The crowd erupted into a great turmoil of complaints and<br />
shouting. Maxim clenched his jaw and tapped a hidden<br />
trigger on his staff, sending a wave of pain through each<br />
and every one of us. My neural spike felt like liquid<br />
magma dripping directly into my brain, and I fell to my<br />
knees in the mud. The surge of agony gripped our<br />
hearts, and after a few seconds of it, we were done<br />
arguing or debating…we were Scorpions. Whether we<br />
liked it or not.<br />
“Now that we have your attention, I’d like to introduce you<br />
to Centurions Julius and Aphrodite. They will be<br />
explaining to you your new role in the war effort,” the<br />
Censor gestured to the two strangers, who stood and<br />
took his place at the front of the stage. It was the women<br />
who spoke first.<br />
“Good afternoon convicts!” she looked up into the stormy<br />
sky, “And what a fabulous day to die!”<br />
“But better yet,” Julius interrupted, “what a great day to<br />
kill! The Koralon have pushed back into the sea ever<br />
since the rains started, and it has given us time to set up<br />
shelling sites all up and down the beach. The rains are<br />
starting to break, and the Viridian encampment up the<br />
coast sent word that the slugs pushed back up as soon<br />
as the sky cleared,” he grinned maliciously.<br />
“That gives us a few short hours to get you convicts into<br />
the transports and up to that beach! Because when this<br />
rain breaks, and those slimy water-breathing scum start<br />
sliding up the sands…we are going to drop a few tons of<br />
Naptha rounds into them and boil them down to rock salt!<br />
Death is the ultimate freedom!” she pounded her fist