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In the late twenty-first century, humanity spread throughout the stars. We colonized worlds, built farms on distant shores, and erected booming metropolises. The United Earth Coalition reached into the heavens and for two centuries, humanity thrived. But in all that time, visiting so many worlds, humanity was alone in the emptiness of space. Groups and organizations arose, their purpose to search for someone to share our culture, our experiences with.

They found them and almost immediately had begun to wish they hadn’t. An alien race calling themselves the Pillar eliminated one of humanity’s farthest reaching scout ships. And they didn’t just plunder the vessel. They vaporized it, leaving only a cloud of vapor in their wake as they sped toward UEC colonies.

We liked to think we were ready for this possibility. We liked to believe we could stand up against anything we found in the blackness of space. We controlled hundreds of worlds and stood united under one flag. We had conquered the cosmos and we thought we could conquer whatever obstacles stood in our path. We were wrong.

The Pillar washed over our colonies like a tidal wave. They left dead planets in their wake. Smoldering balls of glass that once had been lush farm land or sparkling cities. When humanity realized how powerless they were to stop the Pillar, they withdrew.

Every ship, every soldier, they all returned to Earth. Everyone knew it was hopeless to think they could stand against the Pillar. They wiped out entire fleets with minimal casualties. Even withdrawing and wiping planetary computers data cores, it was only a matter of time before they found us. And they did find us.

The Pillar landed a dozen ships all over the planet. Their troops infested every corner of the globe. In orbit, the two fleets fought desperately for every meter of space. Humanity outnumbered the Pillar’s fleet a hundred to one. It was an even fight. Both fleets fought each other to a stand-still. The Pillar, confident in their victory over humanity, withdrew their ships and blockaded the planet. Humanity was trapped on a planet that could not support the trillions of lives on the surface or in orbit.

The fighting on the surface went on without end. It covered the entire globe, especially population centers like New Denver. Soldiers and citizens alike fought for their homes. Perhaps that is what evened the odds against the all-consuming Pillar. Humanity had something to fight for.

Most of the fighting around New Denver was done by militia units, civilians who had taken up arms against the Pillar. There were quite a few marines on the ground who did most of the heavy lifting. One such soldier was huddled in a blown out apartment building.

He laid prone on his belly, peering through the digital scope on his rifle at an intersection nearly a mile away. He and a dozen other snipes had been positioned at different distances all around the intersection. Will knew the plan backwards and forwards. He’d been reciting it over and over for hours now.

They were waiting for a column of small armored soldiers that were heading into the city to eliminate the militia and marine units. Most of the armored soldiers were three-legged machines with two plasma cannons on either arm. Some of the armored suits were smaller and six legged. Those ones were the tricky ones. They were quick, agile little bastards with lighter weaponry, but much harder to hit. When the shit hit the fan, they scurried up the sides of buildings and disappeared into the rubble. Sometimes they scurried home, sometimes they lied in wait for any unfortunate sod to come close.

It begged the question, which one of the suits looked most like the alien driving it? No one had ever seen the Pillar in person and lived to tell about it. Were they bipeds, tripeds, or were there different species with different physiologies or-…

The question was washed away as shapes emerged into the wide intersection. There was a column of three armored suits side by side, flanked on either side by the quick-legged sixers. Will let his fingertip rest on the trigger and set the circle in the middle of the scope rest on the bulge on the base of the spidertaur-esque suit, where he knew the armor’s power supply was hidden.

The plan was to wait until they reached the other side of the intersection, then go weapons-free. He licked his lips and slowly inhaled and let it out through his mouth. He inhaled twice by the time the Pillar troops reached the crosswalk.

He squeezed the trigger and quickly turned his sights on another of the sixers. Before the first one’s power supply exploded, he squeezed off another round. It bounced harmlessly off the pavement and struck one of the threes’ back legs. It stumbled and fell, but the sixers had already scattered, clambering up walls and into holes blown into the sewers.

The threes turned, their canons firing at holes the sixers weren’t already escaping into. Will fired again and again, always targeting the bulges in the armor housing the suits’ power supplies. Many of them fell before they turned and started to charge back the way they came. Even as they rushed out of his line of sight, Will heard the distant explosions of more of them being hit by other snipers in other parts of the city.

As soon as he couldn’t see any more of the Pillar soldiers moving in the intersection, Wills stood up and slung his rifle over his shoulder. Magnetic clamps on both his armor and the rifle fused together, holding the weapon in place on his back. He rushed to the door, picking up an assault rifle as he went. No telling if any of the sixers would make it to his hiding spot before he got far enough away. If they did, his sniper rifle wouldn’t do him very much good.

He made his way down the back side of the building, half stairs and half rubble of what had once been the rest of the large office building. He peered this way and that as he reached the streets. The reports from distant gunfire no longer echoed to him. The rest of the team was probably doing exactly what he was. He jogged through the alleyway, his eyes and rifle barrel looking the same way as if unable to look anywhere the other didn’t.

He scanned the rooves high above, the blown out windows along the sides of the building, doors both ajar and sealed. Sixers could come out of anywhere, doorway or otherwise. He didn’t want to be caught in the narrow alley with one and no hope of backup!

Every footstep was drowned out in his ears by his thundering heart, but he took deep, even breaths to keep himself calm. Panic wasn’t going to do anything but get him, and his squad, in a world of hurt. He turned right, then left, then right again, zig-zagging through the city to throw off any thing that followed him.

Before too long, he emerged into the walled courtyard of a large corporate tower that stood mostly intact. Most of the team was already there. It looked like he was one of the last ones to arrive. Almost. His eyes scanned all of the faces milling around. There was one missing.

“You made it, Evans,” the sergeant said as he approached, a head taller than Will was and dressed in the same olive drab armor and fatigues, with the exception of the hat he wore instead of the helmet the rest of them did.

“Where’s Max?” he asked, his heart thundering in his ears. “Did she make it back yet?”

“No,” the sergeant said. “Molina said he saw a sixer crash through the bottom floor of her building-… Hey, stand to, marine!”

Will was already jogging through a break in the wall. He wasn’t about to leave Max behind. The sergeant shouted more orders and threats behind him, but he didn’t care. He practically sprinted down the street, heading north. Max’s position was on that side of the ambush.

He took the first right down a narrow alley between two smaller office buildings and struggled to maintain his breathing. It was hard. His mind was racing with so many possibilities. The Pillar rarely left remains. The rumors that everyone in the UEC told each other raced through his head with every step away from the rendezvous.

There were an innumerable amount of theories about what the Pillar did to humans. He couldn’t help but imagine each of them. Max being vaporized, Max being eaten, Max being fed into a grinder to fuel their suits. Max being raped and her skin being sewn into some sick coat-…

The wall in front of him exploded and the heavy clang sounds of sixer legs filled his ears. He hugged the wall and raised his weapon, but the six-legged combat suit had already tore a hole in the wall on the other side of the street and disappeared into the building’s empty interior.

Will stared at the hole in the wall for several long minutes, certain the sixer would return any second and do all of those things he imagined. But it never came back. He forced himself to his feet and sprinted as quickly as he could toward the tall, blown out tower Maxine had been stationed in.

Every corner, every intersection, every street he crossed he was sure would be his last, but he made it to the shattered doors of Max’s assigned tower. It was mostly untouched. A few shattered windows and glass doors. And one large hole in the bottom floor. But there was only one hole in the wall. The dead escalator showed an incredible amount of damage though. Like someone had rode a jackhammer up the steps like a pogo stick.

Will licked his lips slowly and shouldered his weapon again. He crept up the stairs, following the destruction as it paved a path up and up and up. Six flights of lifeless escalators and the tracks ventured a dark hallway. Will stared after them, afraid to follow. He wasn’t sure what he would find down there, and he didn’t want to find out.

Besides, Max was a dozen floors higher than this one. He stared up through the escalator’s path and shook his head. Maybe the sixer stayed on this floor. He took the steps two at a time as he rushed up. Two flights, four, then eight and there was no sign of Max. There was an enormous hole in the floor, and signs that the sixer had crawled up through the previous floor instead of taking the escalator.

His blood ran cold. Did it know Max was in here? Was it hunting for her? He swung around the motionless black railing on the escalator and sprinted upward. He was sure on each of the four remaining inclines that he would find his friend’s mangled corpse waiting for him.

As he reached the floor he knew Max had been assigned to, he stopped and stilled his breathing. There was an electrical short somewhere, snapping and hissing in one of the dark corridors. In the distance, small arms fire and explosions echoed in dull thuds.

Re-situating his grip on his assault rifle, Will started to quietly tiptoe through the hallway on the southern face of the tower. He flipped the small light on the side of his helmet on and a small circle of illumination appeared on the floor and walls in front of him. He wet his lips again, only mildly surprised at how dry they were. He was nervous, afraid. His adrenaline was pumping. He was breathing through his mouth. But he couldn’t afford to take a knee and center himself. There was too much at stake.

He was tempted to call out for his friend, but if the sixer was still here, all he would do is draw it to him and seal his own fate. He swung his head and his light to the southern wall in the corridor and counted. One, two, third door down. It was closed, but not latched. There wasn’t enough space between the door and the frame for any light to get through. One careful step at a time, he walked toward the door.

Not careful enough.

He felt a slight pressure under the sole of one of his boots, then it suddenly gave way and something small and metal snapped loose of an unseen clip. He turned his light downward and saw the faintest outline of a thin tripwire.

He turned back the way he came and dove, but he was afraid it was far too late. The door he had been about to push open exploded, propelling him several feet through the air. He landed heavily and was showered with dry wall and bits of metal as his rifle tumbled out of his hands. His ears were ringing and his head spun.

Something grabbed him by the collar and wretched him upward. Instinct kicked in. He spun on his heel and drew his service pistol from his thigh holster. He brought it up and began to squeeze the trigger. He stopped at the last second as his vision cleared and he saw Max’s face grinning at him.

He was still for a moment, then lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her, a gesture she mirrored. “You’re alive!” he hissed.

“Yeah, but not for long,” she whispered as she shoved him away lightly. She walked past him and retrieved his rifle. “You probably just woke up the sixer that was digging around down stairs!”

Will holstered his pistol and took the rifle she held out for him. “You didn’t have to boobytrap the doorway.”

“Wouldn’t you if you heard a sixer getting closer and closer?” she asked, then turned and started back toward the blown out doorway. “Come on, quick! Step where I step.”

No sooner did they reach the crater her mine left than a crash down stairs confirmed Max’s suspicion. She jogged, hopping, jumping, and squeezing herself against the wall in several places. Will didn’t ask why. He juts followed her and did exactly as she did.

Near the end of the hall, she ducked through a door and closed it behind them. She bolted the lock and, with his help, shoved a heavy filing cabinet in front of it.

The office she had been hiding in was mostly empty. Everything with any decent amount of surface area had been piled up in front of the windows or along the walls, reinforcing them as best as one could hope with no material or tools.

Another crash nearby stopped both of them in their tracks. Like the most intense game of red-light-green-light, they stood stock still and listened as the sixer tore through the floor on their level and rushed down the hall.

The first explosion shook the floor under Will’s boots. He turned and dropped to a knee, raising his rifle and pointing it at the door. Beside him, Max did the same.

Despite the explosion, the sixer kept coming. Another explosion sounded and they could hear the machine’s nervous, stilted steps. A moment later, it crashed through the wall on the northern side of the hallway and continued its search.

It crashed around for several long minutes, then was finally silent. Will imagined it had made up its mind to sit and wait for another sound, anything they could do to give away their positions.

“It’s been doing that since the ambush,” Max whispered, making her way to a small space between the office’s overturned desk and a large filing cabinet piled on top with slow, deliberate steps. She sat down against the makeshift barrier and peered out the window through the narrow space.

“What do we do?” Will whispered where he knelt, not trusting himself to look away from the door just yet.

“There’s nothing we can do. Wait for it to lose interest and go away. Or get called back. Either way…”

Great, Will thought. So we’re stuck here for God knows how long with that thing just waiting outside to vaporize us or rape us to death or… whatever it is they do. He stared at the door for a long time. He quickly lost count of the minutes, but he didn’t move. Every fiber of his being told him the second he looked away, or so much as pulled his finger off the trigger, the sixer would burst through that door.

And even if they did get out, the sergeant was not going to be pleased with him. He disobeyed direct orders, went off the reservation to look for someone they counted as good as dead. But she wasn’t dead. She was there, hiding in a booby-trapped office, clinging to hope. And now, so was he.

His breathing slowly stabilized and his heart slowly quieted down. His lips no longer felt dry and the ringing in his ears had gone away. He lifted his finger away from the trigger and rested it against the warm metal just above the trigger guard.

“Will?” Max whispered behind him. “Thanks for coming back for me.”

“I couldn’t leave you behind,” he responded, looking over his shoulder at her. “Who else is going to give me the pickles off their sandwiches at chow?”

She gave him a small smile and nodded. “Well, if our luck holds, you can have all the pickles on my tray when we get back.” She turned and looked out the narrow gap again. “Sun’s going down. You should get some rest.” She glanced back at him for only a moment. “I’ll take first watch.”

He wanted to tell her that he would rather stay up with her, in case the sixer came looking, but she was right. They would both get killed if they were exhausted when the thing came. He reached over his shoulder and disengaged the sniper rifle from his back and extended the bipod. He laid it on the floor, pointing at the blocked doorway. As quietly as he could, he laid himself down on his side and tucked an arm under his head.

With his assault rifle laid on the floor a little over a foot in front of him, he closed his eyes and made himself relax. With a little breathing exercise they had all been taught, he slowly drifted to sleep.

He had always been a light sleeper, but with their marine training, they were all wide awake at the slightest sound, ready for action. But he still dreamt Given their situation, it was only natural that in his dreaming eyes, he saw them being chased by sixers. They ran and hid and hid and ran. But the sixers always found them.

There was a faintest breath of sound and his eyes snapped open.

Max was lowering herself onto the floor beside him. As quickly as he had started awake, she pressed a finger to his lips and silently shushed him. Oh. Time for his watch. He nodded and started to sit up, but she stopped him.

He was still, staring at her curiously. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she leaned forward and buried her face under his chin.

Her arms slowly pulled him closer to her and her lips brushed the stubbled skin on the hollow of his throat. He looked downward and she slowly pulled away from him, a small, nervous smile on her lips.

Will wouldn’t deny he was attracted to her, but they’d agreed not to act on anything long ago. As she kissed his chin, he decided she was right. They could be dead any second and there was no time like the present.

He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head as she pressed her forehead to his green chest plate. He felt her hands nimbly working on his belt, then his fatigues. As she pulled his pants open, a hand snaked down along the skin of his naval. Her warm digits found his length and he gave a sharp intake of breath.

She lifted her lips to his own to quiet him as her fingers encircled his phallus. Her free hand pushed his fatigues downward, only enough to free his equipment. She stroked him from base to tip, rubbing her smooth palm over his sensitive flesh as she coaxed him to arousal.

As their lips parted, she stared unblinking into his eyes, her own almost pleading as she took one of his hands and guided it below her chest plate toward her own belt. Will took the hint and made short work of her own trousers. His fingers dived into the warmth of her pants, gliding over her neatly shaven mound. There was no mistaking when he found her.

Her heat washed over his fingertips and she coated his digits with moisture as he traced along her slit and gently pressed a finger into her.

Foreplay seemed to be the least on her mind, though. She released him and reached down to push her pants down to her knees, then to her ankles. Her arms encircled him again. As she rolled onto her back, she dragged him on top of her.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Will nestled himself between her bare leg and guided himself into her. As their bodies pressed tightly together, he pressed himself into her hot, eager canal. He found her barrier quickly and pushed through it, erasing her maidenhead without hesitation.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a quiet moan. He felt her hot breath wash over his neck, then his face. As his length pushed into her and bottomed out, seating itself against her cervix, Will felt her teeth on his chin. She bit him, stifling her sounds as best she could.

Their breathing grew heavy as they rocked and gyrated against one another. Neither one trusted themselves to draw back and thrust for fear they would make too much noise. Will had never been a noisy partner. Heavy breathing was about as much as any of his girlfriends and one-night-stands had ever gotten out of him.

Max, on the other hand, was physically struggling to keep herself quiet. She writhed beneath him, fighting her urges to buck against his hips. Her tunnel squeezed him tightly, milking him with every small movement against her. Will rocked his hips, grinding the head of his penis against the entrance of her womb. It quivered and thrummed with her heartbeat even as her body pulsed against his every firm prod.

Maybe it had been a lot longer than he thought since his last squeeze. Maybe he’d been secretly looking forward to this for so long that it was more than he could take. Whatever the reason, Will felt himself quickly approaching his end. Max, on the other hand, opened her mouth wide and her body tensed beneath him.

He felt her canal squeezing him and milking him far more eagerly than she had been so far and heat washed over his length. The faintest gasp rushed out of her throat and he clapped a hand over her mouth. She whimpered against him, clutching his hand against her face for dear life.

Will felt his own damn burst. His length pulsed and throbbed deep inside of her as his orgasm rushed into her belly. His heart pounded in his ears again, loud enough he was sure it would be enough to attract the sixer. But he didn’t care. Max lifted her legs slowly and clamped her knees on either side of his hips, trying desperately to hold him in place as he filled her belly with his heat.

As quickly as it had begun, the moment had passed. Max kissed his palm and pulled his hand away slowly. She smiled up at him and kissed his chin. Her arms circled around him beneath his arms, holding him against herself like she was afraid he would disappear if she let go.

Not about to test that theory, Will buried his face in her neck and suckled at the soft skin there. He would have felt bad for letting his weight settle on top of her form, but she was a marine. She could take it.

“It’s your watch,” she whispered as he nibbled at her neck.

“I’m staying right here, Maxine.”

She clutched the back of his skull against the palm of her hand and kissed his ear. “Stay right here with me,” she echoed and captured his lobe between her teeth.

Will wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stay there, buried inside of her with his weight pinning her down, or if she was afraid they would make too much noise if they tried to move, but he didn’t care. If the sixer burst in now, he would die happy. His only regret was not doing this sooner.

“If we make it out of here,” she whispered, “we’re making a new deal.”

His brow creased and he turned his head to press his cheek against the side of her head. “A new deal?”

She gave a nearly imperceptible nod. “The new deal is if you want me to give you all the pickles off my sammiches at chow, you have to give me your pickle whenever I ask for it.”

He opened his mouth to remind her she hated pickles, but stopped. His eyes widened and his lips curled upward. His chest tightened and he turned his head to stifle his snicker in her hair.

“Fine."