Black Legion: 02 - Assault on Khorram Read Free

Clearchus who was still fuming.
    “It is perhaps just as well that I have already invited the commanders here.”
    Ariaeus smiled at the fait accompli, and it took great self control on behalf of the Terran commander not to lurch across and strike him. He looked back and recognised the senior officers from each of the four Titans. The Dukas were the most significant, each in control of between six hundred and four thousand warriors. There were ten of them, and he was sure he could see at least six in the crowd. Larger numbers of the junior commanders, known as the Komes, took up most of the space. From another door entered the contingent from the Arcadian Titan. The first to move inside was Komes Pasion, a man that Clearchus recognised from his dealing at the Gates. Stood near to him was his commander, Dukas Xenias; an arrogant but brave officer and a worthy member of the Legion.
    “How many did you bring here?” hissed Clearchus through clenched teeth.
    “My dear, Strategos, I invited all the Dukas and their Komes to this meeting. It seemed only fair. These officers represent the entire Legion, from Pasion, the Megaran, over there to Menon and his two thousand warriors. We will find out very soon what they have to say.”
    Clearchus looked into the eyes of Cyrus and tried to imagine what further schemes or plans he had hatched. Cyrus was rich, undoubtedly, but how far could he be trusted?
    This isn’t good, not good at all. If he addresses the Legion, they will tear him apart for his betrayal. This needs a Terran. I need to take control of this announcement, and I need my topoteretes in here now!
    Clearchus looked out at the large number of Terran officers who were stood in a large horde in the open. As he glanced at them, he discreetly pressed a hidden button on his sleeve. It went unnoticed, at least he hoped so. Cyrus took a step forward, and it was clear he was about to speak to the assembled troops. The Dukas were all at the front with their contingents stood around them. It gave the effect of an ancient warband from the history of Old Earth. The Terrans wore their dark grey uniforms, and in the low light of the great hall it looked more like black. Some bore the symbols of their old states such as Arcadia or Attica on their chests, and others carried personal markings or even the symbols of their companies or families. It was a disparate group of men and women, but all of them shared a common experience in the violent work of the mercenary.
    The Median commander inhaled, about to speak when in walked Kleandridas and Pleistoanax. These were Clearchus’ two deputies, and his most experienced and loyal officers. These mighty warriors were the equal of Clearchus in close quarter fighting and looked both massive and powerful. As they moved down the hall, the assembled officers moved aside to create a corridor that led directly to the end and the antechamber. It was almost ceremonial and took nearly a minute for them to make the journey. By the time they reached the three commanders, the Great Hall was completely silent with every single warrior watching them. The two men wore their official uniforms as well as their traditional Laconian armour and crimson cloaks. They stopped in front of Clearchus and knelt down before him. He nodded to them, the signal for them to stand and move to his flanks. He took this as is his cue and stepped out ahead of Cyrus.
    He thought to himself: I need to make this good or this Legion is finished. No Legion, and I’ll have to return to Laconia, and they will want to know how I was able to commandeer a decommissioned Titan!
    It was time to speak, but there was little time to think of the treason back home and his violent struggle from his homeworld. It gave him little pleasure knowing he could not return, at least not until he had achieved great victories and trophies to bring back with him.
    “Men and women of the Legion, you have been brought here for a great announcement.”
    He held