Letter From The Editor - Issue 68 - April 2019

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Issue 63
by K. D. Julicher
A World Without
by Aimee Ogden
Comrades in Arms
by Bud Sparhawk
Sin Titulo
by Dan Stout
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Comrades in Arms
    by Bud Sparhawk

Comrades in Arms
Artwork by Tomislav Tikulin

Across the cold, grassy plateau lay scattered detritus washed up on the shores of a war that had ravaged the planet since the invasion. The bright mid-day light of the red sun blazing overhead threw the scene into harsh contrast. Jason knew the deep shadows hid as many bodies as were exposed and the remaining tall grass hid even more.

The patterns of the fallen human and alien forces appeared somewhat random. Here and there were overlapping arcs mowed in the plateau's tall grasses where the aliens' ticklers had ripped into the human force. Craters from the human heavy weapons punctuated areas where alien weapons had been destroyed.

After studying the patterns of death and destruction Jason concluded that ISOBEL, the unit's commander, along with the rest of her troops, must have been overrun. It looked like there had been enormous costs to both sides, and from where he stood, he could not determine which, if either, had emerged victorious.

But ISOBEL would know; that is, if he could rescue her. They'd given him this search because of his condition: busted head, torn actuators, and deteriorating life support system that made him useless for combat. He wasn't as strong or fast as he had been, but troops like him were still useful. Right now, searching this recent battleground seemed the best use.

He examined the areas where the majority of the alien and human remains were clustered in grisly detail. It was a scene from hell and one which left him, Cybermarine Sergeant Jason Ponderson, wondering where he could best search for ISOBEL's position.

He'd leave the rest of the battlefield to the Reaper squad to salvage whatever remains could be reused or repurposed.

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