Page 21 of Fool's Gold

The first drone broke through, its razor-edged limbs flailing. I met it head-on, vibroblades whirling in a blur of motion too fast for the primitive machine to track. It fell in a shower of sparks and severed components.

More poured through the breach, swarming with mindless determination. I lost myself in the dance of combat, my heightened senses attuned to every subtle shift and movement of the enemy drones. Blades carved through their armored shells with each calculated strike.

"Got it!" Gemma cried out triumphantly. A hidden door slid open in the wall, revealing a dimly lit passage beyond. "This way, quickly!"

I backed towards the opening, fending off the remaining drones with wide slashes of my blades. Gemma climbed through first, and I followed close behind. The door hissed shut, sealing us away from the chaos.

My commpad chimed from its place on my belt. Without a thought, I accepted the incoming transmission from my ship's AI.

"I have accessed the station schematics," Arana's synthetic voice spoke in my mind. "The passage you are in will lead to an auxiliary cargo bay with an airlock I can reach."

"Get the ship ready to extract us," I ordered curtly. "We'll be cutting it close."

"Understood. I am moving the Shadowblade into position now."

The passage twisted and turned, Gemma leading the way with sure steps while I guarded our rear. Her clever mind had proven invaluable once again. A strange sense of pride welled up at her capability, her daring.

At last, we emerged into a cavernous space - the cargo bay Arana had mentioned. Dim emergency lighting flickered fitfully, casting long shadows. Stacks of cargo crates lined the walls, and an airlock door stood at the far end.

We broke into a run, dashing across the open space towards the airlock. I kept one blade at the ready, senses alert for any sign of--

A piercing shriek split the air as a massive drone dropped from the shadows above. Triple-jointed limbs lashed out with blistering speed.

I shoved Gemma aside, taking the brunt of the strike across my shoulders. Armored plates shuddered under the impact, but I managed to shake off the blow.

The drone reared back, mandibles snapping as it prepared another attack. I met it head-on, vibroblades carving deep gouges in its armored carapace.

In the periphery of my vision, I saw Gemma scrambling back to her feet, the case of jewels clutched tightly in her grasp. More drones were descending from their perches, cutting off our path.

"Gemma, run!" I shouted. "Get to the airlock!"

She froze, eyes wide as she took in the chaotic scene. A drone swept in, bladed limbs slashing towards her unprotected form.

I moved without conscious thought, abandoning my duel to intercept the threat. My body slammed into the drone with bone-jarring force, knocking it off-course. We tumbled across the floor in a tangle of flailing limbs and screeching metal.

When we came to a halt, I pinned the thrashing machine beneath me and drove my blade down through its central processor. It fell still with a final, stuttering whine.

A heavy weight struck me from behind, slamming me face-first into the deck plates. I rolled onto my back in time to deflect another strike, my blade shearing through the offending limb in a spray of hydraulic fluid.

Gemma...where was she? I caught a glimpse of her slender form, sprinting for the airlock door. But suddenly the case, that damned case, was jarred from her grasp.

She skidded to a halt, gaze snapping between me and the scattered jewels littering the floor.

"Gemma, no!" I bellowed. "The airlock! Get to safety!"

But she was already turning back, scooping up the case with frantic movements. A drone loomed over her, bladed appendage raised high to strike.

I surged forward, my vibroblades carving deep into the drone's armored carapace, cleaving it in two.

Gemma stared up at me with wide, terrified eyes, clutching the case against her chest. I reached for her, a snarl of frustration twisting my lips.

That damned human stubbornness! Did she not realize her life was worth more than all the jewels in the galaxy?

More drones closed in, cutting off our retreat. I pulled Gemma against me, shielding her slender form with my own body. One arm curled protectively around her waist while the other swept my blades in wide arcs, keeping the relentless machines at bay.

A thunderous impact rocked the cargo bay as something massive punched through the outer hull. Emergency force fields flashed into existence, straining to seal the breach.

Through the shimmering barrier, I saw the sleek lines of the Shadowblade. The airlock cycled open, extending a boarding ramp.