manybooks.netNecahual by Tobias BuckellWe drop out the wormhole towards a mess of a planet by the ochre light of a dying sun. From the cant of orbit upside down and even thenthrough virtual portholes we can see tiny spots of white light blossom in the atmosphere.Were liberators.Each one of those little blossoms of light is an impact. A chunk of rock with a controller vane on it predestined for a certain point. It clearsout the enemys ability to hit back above the stratosphere. I know from past experience that sunsets here on New Anegada wont be thesame for a long while. As I a child Id sat on porches near the coast to watch the magnificent sunsets of my own world for many monthsafter The League came to liberate us.quotMan were dropping the hammer on this backwater shitholequot the man across from me says. His white and blue exoskeleton wraps aroundhis body. He looks like a striped mantis. Right now its plugged into the convex wall of the pod charging and keeping him from bouncingaround as we skate atmosphere. A single bead of sweat floats loose from his bulbous nose and hangs in the air between us.quotYou know much about the targetquotEveryone