Free Star Force: Resolution (SF89) (Star Force Origin Series) by Aer-ki Jyr Page B

the cracks and random shafts
created in the pile that continued to build up as the Trinx structure came
down. He wasn’t aware of that or anything else, but slowly he felt out the
cracks and pulled the scattered pieces of his body back together, and with each
reunion his mind began to reform.
    He was stretched out across several dozen meters by
the time he finally regained adequate consciousness, which he used to snake his
way into a larger cave underneath an angled slab. Once he pulled himself in
there he was back to normal, shaken but fully functional, though he couldn’t
retake his physical form due to lack of space.
    The sounds coming through the rubble were lessened,
but the battle outside continued to rage on. The Trinx zealots were punishing
their population as much as they could for rebelling against them and were at
present bombarding this section of city with aircraft that both Star Force and
the Chamra were busy trying to contain. Onnet was one
of many Yisv scouts searching for enemy infantry, for they’d been sending in
random living teams to slaughter both rebel troops and any civilians they could
get their hands on away from the main vassal deployments. He’d found one such
group just before the aerial bombardment began, but they were probably long
gone by now.
    Chasing them wasn’t an option anyway until he could
get out of this mess. Abandoning his little cave he let his mind diminish as
his cloud-like body turned into a stream that flowed out through various cracks
searching for fresh air. He couldn’t keep track of time like this, only follow
a single impulse that he’d made himself remember prior to dispersion.
    Keep moving
until you find your way out.
    When he did, the Yisv manifested his full height on
top of a rock with his soon to be solid feet standing at an angle. As soon as
he put pressure there he slipped, his hand falling to brace on a jagged edge
and cutting himself. It hurt but it wasn’t real damage. He got his footing then
looked at his hand and blurred it, reforming his unblemished form. There was a
little bit of material lost, but he doubted that even with the falling rumble
that he had lost more than an inch of his height, and it would be replaced
within a few days with the proper supplements.
    But that didn’t matter. He was alive and had he been
anything other than a Yisv he’d have been crushed to death instantaneously…or
left to linger in agony as he slowly died.
    There were some side benefits to not being able to
carry a weapon into combat, and this was one of them.
    Onnet took a few steps up a
larger piece of rubble and jumped, transitioning into his ‘ghost’ mode and
floating/coasting across about 40 meters of distance before he reformed and got
his footing. He repeated the process multiple times until he got out of the
rubble field, staying low to avoid attention, only to see that there were more
buildings coming down nearby as the Trinx fighters targeted them. He saw a pair
of Star Force skeets flash past overhead, indicating that the aerial battle was
still underway, but there was nothing he could do about that now. He had a job
to do, and that meant getting back into motion.
    Finding a bit of clear street Onnet took off running, using his telepathy to find nearby Trinx minds and assess if
they were friend or foe. The foes stood out with a blood thirst as they were
sent here to kill, kill, kill while the rebels were more focused on protecting
and killing in order to meet that end. It was easy to misread, but Onnet wasn’t having any difficulty when he came across a
group of five on the other side of the building to his left.
    The Yisv turned at the next available corner,
launching himself into a coast/jump over a small pile of rubble from a crater
about 120 meters up on the building that had been blown out, then he reformed
and kept running until he got near the targets, hearing the sound of their
infantry weapons shooting inside the building.
    Onnet didn’t