Survivors - Jean Lorrah [96]
Leaving communication open, they heard angry exclamations as more of Nalavia’s flyers converged on Rikan’s downed flagship, coming in for the kill. But Rikan’s people were also there to protect their fallen leader. Battle raged above them.
Data said, “I will have to climb out, and then lift Rikan. Can you hold him?”
Trell nodded, and he and Tasha supported the warlord while Data got above them, balanced carefully on the slippery deck, then reached down and took the warlord under the arms to lift him out and lay him gently on the hull. Then he turned to give Trell a hand while Tasha scrambled out on her own.
Another flyer swooped toward them-Data slid Rikan under the slight protection of the open door while Tasha jumped down, picked up the discarded guns, and tossed one to Data. She blasted at the flyer-but its return fire chopped the ground in a straight line toward her!
One of Adin’s small craft was right behind, peppering the determined attacker. Trailing smoke, still it kept to its course, blasting away at the small group on the flagship.
Tasha leaped up onto the flagship, and Data grasped her hand to haul her into what shelter there was, while he put more shots into the oncoming kamikaze. There was no stopping it-even if all systems were out, inertia would carry it straight over the flagship.
“Tasha! Take cover!” came Adin’s voice over both their combadges-but it was not in Tasha to abandon the injured man she was protecting. She and Data remained between Rikan and the oncoming craft, Trell pulling a sidearm and joining them.
The door sheltered them for a few seconds, shots thudding into it without penetrating. Then the flyer was beyond it. The tail gunner saw them, fired—
Trell slumped, knocking Tasha into Data.
Tasha gave a yelp as her feet were knocked out from under her on the slippery hull. Data caught her before she fell over the edge.
The flyer continued on its helpless course and crashed into the trees with a terrific explosion.
“Tasha? Tasha-I’m coming to help!” came Adin’s voice.
His flyer made a difficult landing on a section of the plowed-down trees, even as Tasha was saying, “I’m all right. It’s Trell.”
There were no flyers coming at them just then, so Data turned … and saw that Trell had fallen across Rikan’s chest. The old man felt for a pulse at Trell’s throat, but the gouts of blood where projectiles had emerged from the servant’s back told clearly that there could be none. Gently, Data lifted the body away.
Rikan looked up at him, not a man to cry, but his voice was hoarse as he said, “Trell was my man for twenty years, and his father before him. Good men, loyal and true. And now I have outlived them both.”
By this time Adin and Poet were climbing up onto the flagship. For once, Poet had no handy quotation; perhaps he recognized that all cliches about death were meaningless in the face of the thing itself.
“Dare!” Sdan’s voice on their combadges.
“We’re all right. Get a flyer down here that’s capable of carrying an injured man.”
“One of Rikan’s is trying to set down-bad terrain there.”
“Just do it!”
The larger flyer came in sight, escorted by the neat little fighter craft. It circled first, but finally managed to put down not far from where Data and Tasha had landed. Data, Adin, and Poet eased Rikan down from the flagship and began the tortuous journey over the broken trees, trying not to jolt the old man.
Tasha and Rikan’s two remaining men escorted them, guns at the ready, but-
“What’s going on?” Tasha asked suspiciously. “Why aren’t more flyers coming after us?”
Adin hit his combadge. “Gerva, Tuuk, report! What’s happening?”
Even as he spoke, several military craft sailed high above them, moving at top speed toward the capital city.
“Nalavia’s called them in!” came Gerva’s voice. “First the ground troops, now the flyers.”
“Dare!” said Tasha excitedly. “That means she’s got troubles at home. Our plan worked-the hypnotic drug’s worn off, and her own people are rebelling!”
Adin grinned. “That must be it. Rikan-we’re going