GALACTEERS OF THE SHADOW CIRCUIT
Episode 4: “The Shadow Breaks!”
(as recounted to the Galactic Frontier Service)
The Story so Far...
From the yawning guts of the alien catacombs came the thunder of war; the clash of light and shadow where metal beasts screamed, and the Galacteers defied the impossible!
Our heroes have clawed their way to the Maker-bot’s lair, a monstrous hive of alien circuitry pulsing like a diseased heart. But deep in that mechanical tomb waits Scar, the one-eyed warlord of the Robot Legion - a nightmare construct of iron and hate!
Fire and Fury!
“I’ve had enough of these dirty Toasters!” Jane roared, her twin pistols barking bolts of pure lightning, fast and furious.
Two Legionnaire robot drones staggered and shattered under her barrage, their molten shards clattering across the floor.
Jane blew a strand of blonde hair from her eyes. “That’s the end of them!” she said with a satisfied grin
Scar’s cracked eye flared crimson. He wheeled, his twin cannons blazing!
Ace was struck square, thrown back with the force of a meteor impact. For a breathless second, he was still. Then, teeth gritted, he rose again, the chest area of his uniform still smoking from he impact of the blasts.
“Nice try, bucket-head!” Ace growled.
Elsewhere in the nightmarish caverns, Dr. Zahn crouched over a fallen Angel, hands flying across his med-kit. “Hold on, Tammy! You’ll live to see the stars again!” The Angel grinned weakly, snatching up her rifle and firing into the smoke.
Ace’s sword flashed from its scabbard. A gleaming arc of determination.
He charged Scar headlong, a comet of fury. The blade bit deep, sparks flew, and Scar staggered, retreating behind his hulking Legionary reinforcements.
Meanwhile, Rocky forced a sealed hatch and from the gloomy cell two soot-streaked figures emerged, their Galacteer uniforms ragged but recognisable.
“Wanda! Skip!” Rocky exclaimed.
“We're here with Galacteer Intelligence,” panted Skip. “Scar’s running a whole charnel house down here, and we’re late to the party!”
Above them, plasma fire lit the vaults like starlight on a dying world.
The Iron Tide Turns
Ace scanned the ruinous hall. The Maker’s forces regrouped, steel against starlight.
“Scar’s slinking off and good riddance,” he muttered. “But his pets aren’t done.”
Dr. Zahn finished patching Tammy’s wounds and sprang to his feet dramatically. “Hold fast, everyone! Science rides with you!”
Jane locked eyes with Wanda, shock and delight mingling in her voice. “Wanda! By the moons of Mars, it’s you!”
“Still breathing, Jane! Let’s make that count - we can tell tales from Flight School later on the shuttle home!”
Wanda and Skip wheeled, firing in unison. Their beams sliced into a resonator, setting it ablaze in a column of green fire.
“Next hit finishes it!” Skip shouted.
“Then let’s give it one for the archives!” Jane replied, pistols singing in harmony.
The alien machine howled and died.
The Maker’s grip was weakening.
March of the Steel Dead
The Aggressor drone hovered in the gloom, its sensors twitching in blind confusion.
The Angels advanced, rifles blazing. Their blue bolts cut ribbons through the shadows like a nova storm. One Praetorian fell with a crash, molten torso bubbling and broken.
Peggie fired her grenade launcher and the blast ricocheted wildly, showering sparks. “Missed by a parsec!” she snarled.
Ace lunged, his sword a silver streak, cleaving the next robot’s blaster in two. The machine reeled, screeching in binary fury.
Jane turned her pistols on the final resonator —KA-THOOM!
It erupted in a cyclone of violet flame.
“Doctor Zahn!” called Wanda through the haze. “Your colleague Dr Salinger - she’s alive! We saw her in another cell!”
Dr. Zahn’s eyes went wide. “Helen Salinger—by the stars! We must reach her before Scar does!”
With renewed haste, the Galacteers pressed onward through smoke and ruin.
The Gauntlet of Shadows
The corridors closed in like a steel throat. Every surface hummed with the dying pulse of alien power.
Ace fell back, waving for the Angels to form up.
“Let’s clear this sector the Galacteer way: fast and loud!”
Rocky met the last Praetorian head-on, his blaster roaring in one hand, vibro-knife in the other and a determined grin on his face. The impact sent molten debris flying. The robot collapsed, shrieking sparks.
Skip and Wanda swept in beside him, flashing pistols burning another Legionnaire to slag in sparks.
Then came the final machine, lumbering through the smoke. It struck at Wanda — she caught the blow, spun in an expert Judo move, and slammed the robot aside with a shout of triumph.
“Still got it,” she grinned as it slumped to the ground, sparks showering from its head.
Stacey’s voice barked over the comms. “Angels, tighten formation! We push to the core!”
Boots thundered. Jetpacks flared. The light of humanity drove deeper into the belly of the beast.
The Fall of the Maker
Skip and Wanda fired the last volley. The final Legionnaire spasmed, sparked, and collapsed in a heap with a sonic scream of defiance
Across the chamber the Aggressor drone hesitated, its sensors flickered, logic spiralling, then it turned and drifted back toward its master.
The Maker looked up, claws frozen mid-task. The returning drone hovered before it… and exploded. A blinding flash, then silence.
Dr. Zahn and Jane crept forward.
“What a machine,” Zahn whispered, awe and sorrow mingling.
Jane holstered her pistols. “What a mistake.”
Ahead, two more bots stirred. Until Peggie’s grenade launcher sang again. The corridor rocked with thunder and both machines toppled.
“Nice toss,” Stacey said.
“Fish in a barrel,” Peggie replied, reloading with a cheeky wink.
And at last, the catacombs fell quiet. Save for the whisper of cooling metal and the distant hum of alien death.
Epilogue – Triumph Among the Ruins
Peggie turned, fired one last fragmentation shell and the final resonator blossomed into brilliant, blinding ruin.
“It’s done, Doctor,” she called.
Dr. Zahn smiled. “Splendid, Peggie! The Shadow Circuit is broken!”
Moments later, Sgt. Stacey pried open a sealed hatch. A woman stumbled out, pale, dazed - Dr. Helen Salinger! Zahn rushed to her, voice thick with emotion. “Helen! You’re safe at last!”
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Meanwhile, Jane bent over the alien console. “Looks like the main hub, Doc. Scar’s network. Every signal, every command.”
Zahn frowned. “Let’s not destroy it… yet. There’s knowledge here worth keeping.”
Skip nodded grimly. “Agreed. But next time, bring more guns.”
Ace chuckled, sliding his sword home. “For now, I’d say we’ve earned our sunset.”
The Galacteers gathered the wounded and the debris of the destroyed robots for analysis.
Moments later, the Galactic War Rocket "Gladiator" broke atmosphere on its landing approach, flooding the ruins with silver light.
As the shuttles descended, Jane turned for one last look at the shattered lair below before grasping Ace's arm
“Let’s go home,” she said softly.
And far beneath the rubble, where the dead machines dreamed, a single red eye blinked in the darkness...
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