A terrifying secret, an evil coterie of ruthless masterminds, a murderous battle of cunning and deadly skill--it's time to send in the Marines! After the Confederation makes a shocking discovery on an alien world, a nefarious band of opportunists from the highest echelons of power plot to steal the vast riches for themselves. Along with the ability to crush any resistance, these moguls possess spacecraft, unlimited resources, and a deadly arsenal of cutting-edge weapons.
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July 31, 2000
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Excerpt from Starfist: Technokill by Dan Cragg
"Move, move-move!" Sergeant Bladon's radioed shout reverberated through
Lance Corporal Rock Claypoole's helmet.
"Blow that hinge, Rock!" Corporal Kerr shouted, adding his demand.
"I'm trying, I'm trying," Claypoole shouted back.
"Want some help " PFC Wolfman MacIlargie asked. "Let me in there, I'll get
it." He had already blown his hinge.
"Stay away," Claypoole snarled, and tried again to clamp the blower onto
the upper lever, where it hinged into the airlock hatch. MacIlargie
squirted closer and bumped him. For a vertiginous moment Claypoole spun
slowly away from the spaceship in orbit around Thorsfinni's World. His
tether jerked him to a yawing stop a few meters away. "Back off, Wolfman,"
he snapped, and hauled himself back to the hatch that second squad's
second fire team was trying to breach. In his ungainly armored vacuum
suit, Claypoole struggled to lock his boot magnets to the hull and hatch
on either side of the hinge. He managed to seat the cup of the blower over
the hinge. He reached one thickly gloved hand to the crimper and pulled on
it. The cup closed securely onto the end of the arm.
Claypoole looked down the length of the meter long tool and decided it was
perpendicular to the hull and his feet were widespread enough. He gave the
top end of the blower a quarter twist, bent it down to a ninety degree
angle to expose the trigger, stuck a gloved finger through the trigger
guard and pulled.
The shaped charge inside the blower jetted its force into the metal, abruptly raising
its temperature from near zero Kelvin to morethan a thousand degrees centigrade. The rapid temperature change shattered the hinge, buckled the metal around it, and sent shock waves thrumming through the surrounding hull and hatch. One of Claypoole's feet was knocked loose, but the magnets on the other boot held.