Dual Assaults

It has been far too long since I’ve visited the stranded expedition on Morven. While the ship from Morven’s twined planet is surviving, they aren’t flourishing. For those who don’t remember, Discovery takes place several centuries after the events of Colonization. The link will take you over to the fully published series of flash fiction. To ensure those who would like to enjoy the events of those stories, I’ll keep my thoughts vague.

Despite suffering a similar setback as Tarian’s crew, Jarvis’s equipment seems to have fared better. Though that doesn’t mean perfectly. While plenty of their gear has failed them, some are still working. Those functional pieces of home have given Jarvis’s crew that extra edge. However, if you want a complete refresher to the events of Discovery, use this link after you finish reading Colonization.

With an alliance from Tarian’s era reforged, the defenders hope it’ll be enough to overcome the relentless horde. Yet Jarvis and his crew know a single event will lead to their eradication. As that threat swirls through the defenders, they search for ways to reinforce their defenses while a fresh contingent shamble prepares for an assault. As a result, Jarvis and the gunners in the nest survey the assault and strive to thin out the rampaging horde.

Grab a chair and join me as we witness the latest defense against an unending horde.

The horde is assaulting the encampment from two sides, and Jarvis is struggling to marshal the defenses. Will he succeed?

Jarvis’ thumbs massaged his temples as a loud grunt tore through the gun encampment. He turned away from the battlefield and plucked his radio off his belt. “Fenton, those monsters are devastating our eastern defenses. Why haven’t you dispatched the dwarven detachment to sure up the line?”

A garbled cry tore through the heavy din.

Jarvis pulled the comm to his lips as his eyes narrowed. “What did you say?”

“They’re currently supporting our western defense.”

Jarvis slammed his fist into the wall before dashing across the cluttered chamber and dropping into a new position. With a guttural growl, he placed the scope to his eye and studied the skirmish. “They’ll survive without our allies. Get them over to the eastern flank.”

“Do you want them cut to ribbons as they bounce between breaches?”