Sci fi short

Howdy there. I belong to a Science Fiction writers site. They are having a micro story contest. Here is mine.

RIGHT and RIGHTEOUS

Gomer cycled through the lock, popped his suit. Pee stink, sweat, fear smell. The usual post op.

Me and Kestral droning, shield check, cloaking. Today ours better than theirs. Down capped the comms, bio med. Uplinked to orbital, sent the recon data. Death toll stats. Gomer had blighted big time.

Eighty years of this shit. War so big you couldn’t get your head around it, even with enhance and implants. Too fucking big, too grotesque. Planetary systems gone, suns blown, billions dead. Both sides. Bled white.

But no end. No compromise. None to be had. Why? Because both sides knew, I mean knew they were right. Big crime. Biggest. Blasphemy. One right, one wrong. Big wrong. All wrong. All or nothing.

And man, that is war isn’t it. Yeah.

Big gomer in the ultra son cleaning off. Me and Kerstal both knowing he was over. Ship out the next shuttle. Get a rehab brain wipe, maybe the tabula rosa this time.

Gomer was good. The best. Had been. Now, his bio med readouts fluxed into the red, his cerebrals were all juked to hell.  He came out red eyed and tranqued himself stone out. No blame. I was half there myself. Another two ops and I’d be in the scrubber.

Great thing about this war? All human. Well, human, biped, similar species anyhow. None of the exotics wanted in on this. They didn’t care.

The AI’s stayed out of it, too. Human ones and the extra terr’s. Couldn’t be bothered. They’d crossed the singularity forty humps back and weren’t even speaking to the species anymore. Nothing hostile. Designed warp envelope ships, built them, and adios suckers. Have a nice millenium. Jimmied out beyond the rim.

Shit, they were smart.

Kerstal was a cute fem. Hard ass. Gung ho. Had been. But you do the implants and the enhance and it wears. Instead of your two hundred revolves around the gas burner, you got thirty. If you were lucky. Mostly you died. Mortality eighty percent. Eventually. I mean you did tour after tour cause nobody wanted you after the morph. Only each other. Not human and knowing it. Shit.

So, Kerstal and me linked and did the cyber two head. Hours of it. Forgot the surge rips and the brain burn and those moments of terror when your suit link stuttered. We flew and fucked and became each other and a thousand other dances.

I tranqued and slept. Forty hours out. Banked the sleep neuro. I would need it.

Woke up, hooked up, pumped up, stims and nano brain bio enhance, sub linked and yacked with my suit, that shortly would be me. Heinlein’s old turd about troopers. Loved it. But this was neural meld.  All for one and one only.

The suit was remade every post mission. Max, latest tech, bio and hard. Weapons hot, nukes to pulse spitters, plasma and four d missiles.  You fused and had it all uploaded new to the micro.

Kerstal woke up just as I was suiting. Smiled.

Gomer was gone. The shuttle had sinced him back to the homey’s for a little dome cleaning.

I returned Kerstal’s smile. No need for words.

Closed and prepped and got up to go out and fight for the one true god. Hallelijah.