Border Worlds
J. Malcolm Patrick
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author�s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Contents
Chapter 1 � Starship Down
Chapter 2 � Patrick Rayne
Chapter 3 - Inquisition
Chapter 4 � Your Mission Aaron
Chapter 5 � The Un-dynamic Duo
Chapter 6 � Honor Above Loyalty
Chapter 7 -
Chapter 8 � Journey to
Chapter 9 � Fight Lee Fight
Chapter 10 � Brutus Bannon
Chapter 11 �
Chapter 12 � Spy Games
Chapter 13 � Honor Guide Us
Chapter 14 � No Shenanigans!
Chapter 15 � Shenanigans!
Chapter 16 � Article 39
Chapter 17 � Mission given, Mission accomplished
Chapter 18 � Separatists
Chapter 19 � Fates of Many
Chapter 20 � You Were Deceived
Chapter 21 � Opposing Force
Chapter 22 � Proud Mother
Chapter 23 � Fight�And Run
Chapter 24 � Surrender
Chapter 25 � Fortune Favors the Bold
Chapter 26 � 70 Years of Peace
Chapter 27 � Excalibur
Chapter 28 � Define Irony
Chapter 29 � You�re Not Dead Yet
Chapter 30 � This Madness Ends
Chapter 31 � No One Lives Forever
Chapter 1 � Starship Down
Three hours had dragged by since the distress call.
The
first hour filled Commander Aaron Rayne with hope.
The
final hour, a sense of hollowness rose inside him each time he replayed the end
of the distress call from the freighter . . . �
If he felt this helpless, he couldn�t quite imagine the despair tormenting the crew and passengers aboard the freighter. By now, the raider had jammed the freighter�s comms, and its captain had no way of knowing help was on the way.
Minutes
ago,
Aaron
slipped away from the bridge into his ready room, needing a brief respite to
change his soaked uniform. He pulled the grey long sleeve tunic over his head
and sighed. Since receiving the distress call, the conclusions of a United Fleet
review into
Reckless,
how was he reckless? Before he could reflect further on the absurd and typical
The ship was under attack.
He
flipped on a fresh tunic and bolted for the exit. The hatch almost didn�t part.
His heavy boot heels pounded the deck as he stormed onto the bridge. He�d been
gone less than three minutes.
His XO and senior operations officer Lieutenant Commander Avery �Vee� Alvarez looked up and moved towards him. They stepped down the slope along the deck towards the tactical station. Alvarez reported as he fell into step.
�Two contacts, Commander, bearing zero-three-zero mark zero-six-one. Still piecing it together now. They appeared from nowhere. There�s no stealth system in existence that could let them creep up on us like that!�
Alvarez
was sturdy and lean. His dark parted hair greyed slightly at the edges. He was
a pillar of strength. His features mirrored that of a protective older brother.
Aaron absorbed the information displayed across the tactical station. The
hostile interlopers were above and ahead relative to
The deck lurched again. Senior tactical officer Lieutenant Malcolm Lee called out. �Sir! That ship doesn�t match any known configuration. Definitely familiar technologically in its design and power emissions, but nothing even remotely similar in the database. Seven hundred thousand kilometers and closing�and his lasers have quite the sting, Commander!�
Aaron
had moved from the tactical station, took the command chair, and adjusted
display panels on either side of the seat, which would give him basic
information from
Another piercing sound emitted from the bridge speakers, a new alarm.
�Polarization on the outer armor is buckling,� Lee reported. �They�ll start burning into our forward section any moment.�
Time to punch back.
�Helm,� Aaron said. �Come about one-eighty relative to target and ahead flank speed. Get us some distance. We�ve felt their sting. Let�s see what they�ve got for speed.�
�Aye, sir. Coming about one-eighty relative�flank speed,� Ensign Yuri �Flaps� Miroslav said. He looked almost too young to be at the helm of a starship. His eyes were youthful and curious. He had a boyish grin on his face at the strangest times.
Raiders
in advanced starships? Aaron couldn�t make sense of it, but it was sure to
puzzle the men and women at Fleet Intelligence. He had to get away from these
attackers and aid the freighter. Lengthy delays might mean higher casualties if
the raider damaged its life support systems. Families crewed and resided on many
freighters. It was their home. Much like the
He
shook thoughts of the future away.
�Lieutenant
Lee, deploy starboard and port railgun batteries, keep forward and rear tucked
away for now.� He studied the approach of these brazen bandits�the general
brute force of their attack was not standard starship combat tactics. But
Alvarez took his station beside him.
Aaron looked over at him. �Vee, clearly they�re relying on the assumption their ship is superior and we�re a mere fly to be swatted with disdain,� he said.
Alvarez cupped his chin. He was an indispensable Executive Officer and a true friend. �I see no fault in your conclusion, Aaron. They simply pounced like a wild animal from the brush. There�s not a trace of tactics or strategy in their approach. But it�s having quite the effect.�
Aaron grunted. �For now . . . those laser strikes were never going to penetrate reinforced armor from the distance they struck. Something isn�t all right with this scenario in more ways than one.�
�That much is certain,� the XO said. �Either they�re reckless or they�re untrained in the intricacies of starship combat. But what if we�re wrong somehow?�
�I�ve been wrong before. Better to choose a strong course of action and stick to it and adapt, than allow indecision to drain the intensity from your actions.�
�Sounds like an all-or-nothing approach, Commander,� Alvarez said. �Some would call it reckless.�
�And
�What
would
Aaron flashed a wide grin. �Effective.� He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. �Our priority is the freighter. Either we force the hostiles to disengage or we destroy them. There�s no other outcome. I won�t let them get this one. Not this time.�
Lee interrupted them. �Both targets have come about now and are increasing speed, Commander. Distance eight hundred thousand kilometers. They�re faster than us. High acceleration curve and closing!�
Aaron released his vice grip on the command seat arms and snapped his harness in place. �That�s what we want, let them close to point blank range. Everyone engage restraints, XO, sound the alarm.� Three headache-inducing klaxons would signal to anyone not braced that imminent harsh maneuvers or incoming ordnance strikes might soon follow.
Lee sounded worried. �We do? Sir, our armor will be significantly weaker when the polarization buckles. It won�t stand up to the intensity of those lasers for very long.�
Lee stated the obvious, and surely, the tactical officer knew this. Aaron was certain it wasn�t Lee�s intent to inform him of something he didn�t know, but rather�compel him to reconsider.
He�d considered it�all or nothing.
�Three hundred thousand kilometers, they�re almost on top of us . . .� Lee said.
�
Everyone�s a critic today. His crew would follow his orders, but that didn�t mean they wouldn�t question them in their minds. What the engineer meant to say was�are you intending on letting them burn us alive? Ridiculous, of course he wasn�t!
Despite all signs to the contrary.
The ship bucked as if a giant hand slapped it sideways. There was no mistaking the severity of that jarring vibration. The rear armor was completely depolarized.
Vee leaned in closer from his left. �Aaron, unless we initiate evasive maneuvers, they�re going to burn a hole straight through our rear armor, at least give them another spot to focus on.�
�Negative,� Aaron said, keeping his voice low. �Vee, they can clearly out maneuver us and they�ve got superior firepower. We won�t last long in a brawl.� Then louder he said, �Helm, maintain course and on my order, execute maneuver bravo-6. Lieutenant Lee, I want a full railgun spread starboard and port, maximum firing rate, empty the magazines and reload.�
�Aye, sir, bravo-6, standing by,� Miroslav said, sounding shaky. He was on his first starship assignment out of Fleet Academy. Other than chasing away a few pirates, this would be his first real engagement.
The
railguns could fire as much as three hundred rounds per minute. The targets
were close, and at this range, the volley should be devastating. Aaron monitored
the display as the targets closed to within two hundred thousand kilometers.
Her hull had been compromised.
�Direct hit astern,� Alvarez reported. �Hull breach, section six, deck two. A few more seconds and they�ll tear us completely open back there.�
Aaron heard the report and he didn�t hear it. He focused on the distance readout.
�Now! Bravo-six maneuver, fire full spread!�
Her
two pursuers overshot by fifty thousand kilometers. The maneuver was risky. Any
sooner and the relentless bandits may have been able to cut significant
momentum before overshooting.
Her port and starboard railgun batteries blasted continuous salvoes as the hostile contacts overshot along her port and starboard quadrants. The barrage ripped through the evidently lightly armored attackers. Projectiles pierced through and through along both attackers� superstructures.
�Heavy damage to both vessels,� Lee said. �They�re powerless and adrift,� he paused. �Detecting an object from their ship, small mass, sensor returns indicate . . . missiles in the black!�
Aaron
shifted to the edge of his seat as if the sudden movement could propel
Aaron forced himself to sit back. �They dead dropped them. But why haven�t the missiles activated?�
The question lingered in the air. No one offered a theory. Raiders with military grade lasers and missiles? Someone at Fleet Intelligence had made a big mistake.
Three
seconds later the first missile struck
Aaron pounded his fist. �Lieutenant! Destroy those ships now!�
�Aye,
Commander!
Aaron steadied himself as the ship bucked. �XO, what hit us?�
�Rear impact, Commander,� the XO said. �I�m only seeing one missile left now, it hasn�t energized yet either. Looking over the recording, the impact was from the first missile. It ignited its engine and less than two seconds later struck us.�
That
would mean the missile was almost superluminal. Aaron didn�t know of any weapon
advancements involving superluminal capabilities. The United Fleet�s fastest
missiles accelerated to .5
At
five hundred thousand kilometers from the target, at near the speed of light, the
enemy missile took less than two seconds to impact. The ship�s
�Lee, override! Take manual control of the PDCs. Thirty degree cone of fire, relative to hostile missile�s projected vector, cover our stern�fire!�
The small point defense cannons installed on the ship provided three hundred and sixty degrees of coverage from missiles or other similar types of ordnance. The overhead and bulkheads rumbled. The point defense screen intercepted the remaining missile.
During
the mayhem,
�Targets destroyed, Commander,� Lee reported. Likely, more for satisfaction than necessity.
Aaron nodded, released his harness and rose from the command chair. He was forgetting something. The drum in his chest returned to a normal pace. The freighter!
�XO, status on the freighter?�
�I wish I knew exactly,� the XO said. �Sensors show it still on the far side of the system. It�s near the gas giant. Nothing suggests any kind of damage. Maybe we interrupted the attack. It seems our late attackers knew we were coming. They were waiting for us.�
�Hail them.�
�I�ve tried, sir, there�s no response.� Alvarez sent the hail again. He looked up and shook his head. �Nothing.�
�Engineering, Sanderson, what�s your initial assessment on our damage?�
�
Two attackers destroyed and only minor structural damage. What would the admirals say about that? �I�ll leave you to it, Sanderson, bridge out. XO, scan the transponder. Who is it registered to?�
The
operations officer worked his station. �Designation,
Aaron�s
eyebrows shot up. �A
Someone
coughed. It was Lee. �Excuse me, sirs, as you know I�m from
�Then,
either this is one wayward and lost freighter,� Aaron said, �or suddenly
�XO,
general broadcast.� Aaron paused. �To Captain�
Everyone
waited. The bridge fell silent. Finally, a single
�
It was an audio message only. What was the freighter captain hiding? With relays setup throughout the small system, light-lag wouldn�t be a problem for visual communication.
Fleet Research had adapted a method to detect objects and communicate by using gravity waves as conduits for data telemetry, and gravity waves travelled faster than light. The drawback was they didn�t travel at great multiples beyond light speed and so while ideal for intra-system use, communications between star systems were still not instantaneous. The calm reply was in stark contrast to the desperate distress call. He�d almost overloaded his engines responding to the distress call, only to be told stand by . . . well isn�t that cheeky.
The drum in his chest increased its rhythm. �XO, full scan again. Probe as deep as you can. Run the full suite of sensors. Is there any sign of battle damage or any damage at all?�
Several
minutes passed while the XO, with assistance from the computer analyzed the
readings gathered by the extensive suite of sensors at
�There�s nothing to suggest even a hint of damage, Commander,� Alvarez said. �I�m so sure of it that if I were wrong, I�d resign my commission and try my hand at something far easier, like shooting railguns.�
Aaron had to gulp down a laugh. A clear jab at Lee. Avery Alvarez was a somewhat rigid man at times, but he did have a sense of humor. And both Vee and Lee clearly enjoyed the barbs they traded from time to time. The crew had grown close on the year-long border patrol.
Before Lee could respond, Aaron spoke again. �Then this is ridiculous, he must know we can tell he�s lying. Yet . . . still he is lying. Why would he do that? What does he have to gain?�
Miroslav answered the open question. �I don�t know, Commander, but he sure is wasting our time. Let�s get over there and see what he�s up to.�
Aaron grinned. The young helmsman wasn�t battle-tested, but he was certainly a far cry from the timid officer who�d joined the crew six months ago. �Indeed, Ensign, in time. Let�s not be reckless in our approach, right, XO? Something isn�t right with this freighter.�
Vee laughed a little. �All or nothing, remember?�
Aaron
shrugged. �It has a time and place.� But something Miroslav said stood out�time.
What about time? The freighter couldn�t outrun
Damn.
He jumped from the command seat and stood behind Miroslav. �Forget the freighter! Engineering, are we good for max speed?�
�
�Miroslav,� Aaron said. �Maximum burn for the heliopause. Engage immediately. People, we�re leaving. The mystery of that freighter will wait another day.�
Alvarez stared open mouthed. �What�s got into you? Shouldn�t we board them and investigate the deception?�
�No,
XO. Miroslav nailed it. The freighter captain
�We�re burning full speed for the heliopause, Commander,� Miroslav reported. �Time to interstellar medium (ISM), one hour.� The heliopause was a once theoretical term for a star system�s boundary. Early Earth scientists believed the interstellar medium stopped the solar winds from the sun at that particular point. A theory proven a reality by early solar system explorers, and verified during exploration of nearby star systems. This means star systems had different �sizes� based on the size of its star and the corresponding gravitational forces.
�Contact!� Lee shouted. �Appeared from behind the gas giant. It�s accelerating hard and beyond the freighter. Direct intercept vector to us!�
The
new contact was over two light-hours away.
Aaron looked back. �XO, analysis?�
�Unknown configuration again. Same power signature as the ones who attacked us. Length, two hundred and thirty meters. Cruiser sized, but on the smaller scale. Nothing else. Wait�reading a massive power build up!�
Miroslav swung around to face Aaron. �They can�t be firing from that distance!�
Aaron swung around to Alvarez. �XO?�
�I
don�t know,� Alvarez said. �Nothing else is happening. Just a spike in power.
Similar to a surge caused by a ship going to warp. But they can�t be going to
warp
No one had any theories on that either.
�They�re gone!� Lee shouted.
Half a second later, the interloper reappeared. �Commander! They�re back, right on top of us one million kilometers and closing . . . incoming ordnance! Fast movers in the black!�
A hasty withdrawal was no longer an option. Aaron returned to the command seat and re-engaged his harness. �PDCs full coverage astern. Deploy railguns. Maintain speed and course for heliopause.�
The
PDCs ripped into approaching high-speed missiles. The explosions radiated heat,
gasses and kinetic energy, which washed over
�Point defense screen is holding the missiles for now, sir, no more incoming. But target is closing the distance fast,� Lee said.
Aaron
focused on the tactical readout on his monitor. �Helm, cut power to engines. Adjust
our bow ninety degrees port. Lieutenant Lee, commence firing, .25 firing rate. We
just want to hold them back and give us time to get out of this system. XO,
dump the logs, everything into a data packet. Relay it to
Alvarez
nodded. It was probably clear only to the XO where this encounter might be going.
�No effect,� Alvarez reported. �They�ve slowed slightly, but the impacts didn�t have any appreciable effect on its armor.�
�Increase to .5 firing rate, Lee,� Aaron said.
�Aye, sir. Increasing to .5 and maintaining.�
The XO sounded a little brighter now. �Now we�re getting somewhere, beginning to shred the armor plating. Concentrate fire on . . . wait��
He fell silent.
�Vee!�
�Never seen anything like this,� the XO said. �Gravitic distortions forming outside and ahead of the pursuing vessel. The distortions . . . are slapping our salvos aside now!�
�Increase firing rate, empty the port magazines. Reload port and stand by starboard batteries,� Aaron ordered.
Aaron watched the tactical monitor wide-eyed as the railgun salvos just veered off from their target. The computer interlaced a graphical representation for the gravitic effect which appeared as tiny ripples in space.
�Helm,� Aaron said. �Full lateral roll one eighty. Bring the starboard guns over. Lieutenant, commence firing as soon as you�ve locked.�
�Same as before. The rounds are being pushed aside, they�re ineffective,� Alvarez said. �The gravitic distortions are altering the trajectory of our munitions!�
�Deploy forward torpedo launchers and ready missile salvo,� Aaron said. �Helm, bring our bow another ninety degrees to port. Put it right on them.� The ship�s most potent weapon�unguided fusion torpedoes�were located in her bow. The primary reason Aaron ordered the ship to fly �backwards�. They could still run�and fight.
�Fire
The target didn�t engage point defense. The torpedo ordnance continued towards the target trailing a hail of railgun rounds. The mass of tungsten rounds shrouded the missiles and accelerated almost in a perfectly lined convoy. When the gravitic distortions again slapped the rounds and torpedoes away, the missiles although knocked off their flight paths, re-aligned and struck the target.
That�s the good thing about missiles�they have their own propulsion.
�Direct hit!� Alvarez said. �Definite and serious damage to the target�s armor. Odd, Commander, no appreciable armor penetration but I�m reading a power falloff, and major power fluctuations throughout the target.�
Aaron felt a rush, he�d pulled everything out of the hat and it paid off. The short-lived euphoria vanished in a puff as the belligerent fired its own railguns.
�Incoming!� Lee yelled.
�Lieutenant, another volley of torpedoes�fire!� Aaron ordered. �Helm, hard to port, full thrust, bring us around! Engage engines to full as we angle away.�
�Hard to port, coming around relative to target. Punching it, Commander!� Miroslav replied.
�Firing!� Lee acknowledged.
It would be an odd spectacle to any exterior observer unfamiliar with the dynamics of space travel. The thrusters would reorient the ship, but it would still be vectoring in the same direction until the engines reengaged and pushed the ship along its new vector.
Now the deck itself seemed oriented the wrong way and a searing heat burned the back of Aaron�s head. He found himself staring at the deck. An inch closer and it would have rearranged his nose for the worst. He pushed himself up, waving his hands at the rising smoke now burning his eyes and stinging his lungs. Alarms, he couldn�t recall hearing for many years, now pierced his ears.
�Massive damage, rear and dorsal sections, Commander,� Alvarez reported. �Plasma leak on deck three, main power�s offline, containment is compromised. It won�t hold for long, sir, we took a nasty hit.�
The hostile ship�s volley had knocked them out in one punch. But why hadn�t the aggressor fired at them before? And why is someone beating my head with a hammer?
�Sorry, Commander?� Alvarez asked.
�I was saying why didn�t they fire their railgun volley before we bruised them?�
Alvarez helped him off the deck and returned to his station. �No idea.�
�Status of the target?� Aaron asked as he struggled into the command chair.
During
the mayhem,
�Reading heavy outer-hull damage to target. Continued power fall off. They�they�re turning about, Commander, and accelerating away!
A subdued but triumphant cheer went up around the bridge.
�And us?� Aaron asked.
The XO looked sullen. �We�re adrift, engines are offline. We�re holding on auxiliary power and emergency backups.� He gulped. �Aaron . . . a quarter of the rear section is shredded and open to space, we�ve near been chopped into two pieces. The damage back there is catastrophic, there�s no power flow, reactor containment won�t hold.�
Aaron blinked. This was it . . . he knew it. That order no ship�s captain ever wanted to give. An order he never imagined he�d ever have to give.
�Abandon ship,� he wheezed.
No one moved. Apparently, no one seemed to think they�d ever have to abandon ship either! He took a deep breath. �Abandon ship! Everyone to the escape pods now!� This time his stubborn men and women reacted. �Vee, tell me you launched the beacons?�
�Aye, Aaron, I did,� Alvarez replied, as he hooked Aaron�s arm and called across the bridge. �I�ve got the Commander,� he said. �Get to your pods!�
Aaron strained around to see Miroslav, Lee and other bridge crew heading for designated pods. The smoke burned his eyes and lungs. An intense heat was filling the bridge.
The
XO propped him up and moved one small step at a time as he guided him to one of
the escape pods reserved for bridge crew. The remainder of
Alvarez almost threw Aaron into the seat. He helped Aaron with the restraints and then he strapped himself in. He slapped the button to seal the pod from the ship and blast it away.
Minutes
later Aaron�s head lolled to the side. His last glimpse was of a single final
explosion, which scattered
Chapter 2 � Patrick Rayne
The announcement boomed overhead again, somehow sounding more impatient.
�
Patrick Rayne stepped quicker, stopping short of breaking out into a full run. He laughed at himself. He was walking as fast as a man could walk without running. It must be a funny thing to see. Nevertheless, the captain needed him on the bridge, and he couldn�t delay much longer.
He rounded the aft section of the corridor and into the cargo bay where a group of children no younger than eight years, but no older than sixteen stood encircling another two. The two in the center grappled with each other.
Patrick pushed through the encircling mob and spotted the belligerents. He wasn�t surprised. On the ground, an older boy hammered a younger one. He�d arrived just in time to see the younger one flip his opponent with an expert jiujutsu move and poise to take the advantage. But there was no time to allow the younger boy�his son�the satisfaction.
�Aaron!� Patrick stepped into the center.
He glared at his son who froze mid-punch and looked up. The older boy seemed about to take advantage of the sudden lull and reached to strike Aaron. Patrick yanked Aaron off the boy while swatting away the incoming punch.
He turned and yelled at the rest. �Get to your designated spaces now! We�re about to break orbit and you have to be strapped in.�
The young mob seemed disappointed they didn�t witness a full round and they stared wildly at each other.
�Move!�
This time the little delinquents shoved off in so many directions some of them collided with each other and he almost laughed.
He turned to Aaron. �Come�now.�
Patrick exited the cargo bay with Aaron in step beside him breathing hard. A trickle of blood running out the side of the boy�s mouth.
�Dad, are you mad at me?�
Patrick sighed. �Yes, son, but not about the fight. We�re about to accelerate and break orbit. You and the others could be killed when we do a hard acceleration towards the outer system.� The Fleet might have the latest greatest inertia compensators, but civilian liners had no choice to augment their compensators with acceleration couches. They also could not accelerate like warships.
�Well . . . I�m glad you�re not, but he started it,� Aaron said.
Patrick raised both eyebrows. �I see. Did you somehow miss he is twice your size? Tell me what happened.�
�He was making fun and picking on Josh and began shoving him around. I told him to stop, but he wouldn�t, and then he started shoving me.�
They reached their private quarters and he lifted Aaron onto the maneuvering couch and began strapping him in. He leaned in close to bring the straps around and paused.
�I am proud of you, you know that right,� he tussled the little miscreant�s scruffy dark-blond hair. �My only son. You did the right thing, defending someone or something else, even though you could get hurt.�
Patrick rubbed his son�s cheek with the back of his four fingers. A tear welled in his eye.
�You know how much I love you right, son?�
�Yes, daddy! And I love you too!�
�Sometimes, people do the wrong thing for the right reasons. That�s a little complicated for you now, so don�t worry about it. But you�ll understand someday. And remember, you can�t save everyone all the time, not even your friends. There might be some battles you just can�t win�no matter what you�ve given up to win them. When we�re finished accelerating, I want you to familiarize yourself with the concept of honor above loyalty. It�s a good code to live by.�
�Honor above loyalty.� Aaron repeated the phrase, as if to ensure he wouldn�t forget it.
Patrick finished clasping the restraints and turned to head for the bridge.
�I love you, dad.� Aaron reached out and hugged his father tightly before he could move.
�I love you too, son,� he said, returning the hug. He leaned back and clapped the little boy on the shoulder.
He turned and headed for the bridge. As he did so he glimpsed Aaron picking up his favorite book��A Comprehensive History: Twenty-First Century Earth�.
Space travel had
progressed leaps and bounds since the end of the twenty-first century. The
primary innovators were the rich corporations and Space Navies. Neither shared
their technological advancements with the general population. Navy warships had
advanced sub-light and FTL propulsion systems, enhanced inertia compensators
and state-of-the-art life support systems. Compared to
Ah! Now he remembered. Her clever little remark, which seemed to seal the deal for them, and inject a dose of reality.
He�d never forget the sound of little Aaron nearby, laughing at what his mother said that day as he read that same book she�d given him.
He had a feeling then too, that little Aaron would never forget either.
Chapter 3 - Inquisition
It had been two hours since Aaron Rayne arrived in the reception lounge outside Fleet Command�s conference room. The soft leather seat now seemed made of rocks. The first hour he willed his restless self to stay still, wishing he had a Fleet personnel device(FPD) to access the latest Fleet briefs on the Baridian Empire�The United Star Systems galactic rival.
More than a hundred years ago, a populous leader named Aelius Baridian led several powerful star systems in their succession from the United Star Systems. Aelius believed humanity could thrive by applying the philosophies of the ancient Roman Empire�one of Earth�s greatest Empires. Over time, the Baridian military and society evolved to mirror many of ancient Rome�s customs. The Empire fielded a well-organized space navy, planet-side military and had a strong economic base. Many citizens even dressed similar to the ancient time-period they chose to emulate.
During the last hour, Aaron shifted from side to side, all while trying to avoid another glance at the hideous brown antique clock on the wall.
Any attempt at discussion with Lieutenant Delaine, Fleet Admiral Shepherd�s adjutant was useless. She never looked at him. It was as if he didn�t even exist. She was pleasant to look at it, her blue eyes radiated bright as a neutron star against the void. Her wavy dirty-blond hair cropped just below her ears. The Fleet uniform couldn�t hide her curves. Her features were smooth and pleasant apart from a persistent scowl.
Aaron traced a long scar underneath his right eye to the corner of his mouth. He�d kept it as a reminder. If he�d struck his head any harder, he would have died in the escape pod. He touched the sensitive spot, feeling for evidence of the injury. They�d awakened him from the coma one week ago. Now it was time for this�inquisition. He gripped the arms of the seat, pushing down the memory of the days spent adrift in the pod. He closed his eyes. Vee always accused him of masking his feelings with cynicism. Maybe the XO was right.
The life of a starship captain.
Damned if you do, damned if you don�t
If he ever came to have any say in the matter, there would never be admirals in the Fleet without prior extensive experience as captain of a starship. No more armchair admirals.
He pulled down on his dark dress uniform. It wasn�t a fancy design. The jacket didn�t button and fell just below the belt outside his waist with an angular cut. Affixed to his left breast was the United Fleet emblem depicting an old starship accelerating from Earth�s surface into orbit.
�Commander.�
He opened his eyes. The �robot� spoke and she was holding a personnel device in her hand toward him. �This is yours, Commander,� Lieutenant Delaine said. �Significant upgrade to your previous issue. It�s loaded with Fleet�s latest improvements.�
He took the device and perused the latest intelligence reports on the Empire while running his fingers through his scruffy dark blond hair. Before he could read anything about the Empire, the blank screen in the lounge came to life with an animated civilian reporter. She was speaking about the Border Worlds.
��
�They�re ready for you, Commander Rayne,� Lieutenant Delaine said. He�d have to listen to that report later�sixty percent! At this rate, the Border Worlds might soon hold a referendum. He stood and tussled his hair out of place more. With a snicker, he stepped up to the doors and they parted. He wasn�t going to make it easy for them.
****
During the first half-hour, the inquisitionists rehashed the sequence of events from the receipt of the distress signal, to the moment he entered the escape pod. Forcing him to relive the ordeal in vivid detail. He gnashed his teeth while forcing his jaw to remain closed. His palms were sore from where his nails dug into them. The guilt he felt over the deaths of his crew told him he deserved the scathing remarks.
Then things took a nasty turn during question and answer phase.
�Twenty one.�
The number floated in the air. Repeated again by Senior Captain Jackson. A bitter officer who�d never even left Sol.
�Twenty one, Commander Rayne. That�s how many.�
That was the death
toll. The body count from
�And you tell us it
was�and I�m quoting your report��undefeatable�. This technologically advanced
starship, with �gravitic charges�, which can also magically leap
�The more intelligent among you . . . sir.�
The Senior Captain�s
cheeks flushed. �May I remind you,
Aaron raised a single eyebrow. �You asked a question, sir, and I gave you an answer. How you interpret the meaning is entirely up to you.�
The captain parted his
lips to respond when Fleet Admiral William Shepherd�the Supreme Commander of
the United Star Systems Fleet�held up his hand. Shepherd was an imposing
figure. Aaron had only met him once when he took command of
�One moment, Senior
Captain Jackson,� he said, �let�s not turn this into some kind of witch-hunt.
This is a general inquiry into
Aaron didn�t immediately answer, but another swipe at Captain Jackson seemed appealing. �That one part of my file includes comments from Senior Captain Jackson and the others are from competent starship captains who have been out in the black?�
Perhaps he�d pushed too
far. But he wasn�t going to sit idle and nod, �yes sir no sir�, while they
attacked him over the deaths of his crew.
�Sir,� Aaron continued, �barely a week has passed since they awakened me. Since then, I�ve learned of the deaths and injuries to my crew, my shipmates, and my friends, while still recovering and limping around a damned medical bay. Now I�ve been released, just to come in here and listen to some people, who, without a clue what they�re talking about�judge me in hindsight. They�ve had two weeks to analyze and squabble like bored men with nothing else exciting to tend to in the Fleet. Now, they think it�s fair to damn me on what I had seconds or minutes to act on. Damn them, sir. Damn this inquiry and damn the��
�As you
Aaron shivered at the rage. He�d short-circuited the fuse of the one person in the entire Fleet, who everyone said had the coolest temperament in the face of any adversity. Maybe they would make a special note about that in his file too.
The Supreme Commander took a deep breath and eased himself back into his seat. He had regained his composure, despite Aaron�s best attempts to erode it.
�What I am reading here, Commander, is an individual in conflict with himself. Almost as if you were a child of two vastly different worlds. Going forward, the question we face is�how do we harness these talents for command, which you clearly possess, while ridding you of the ones holding you back.
�The others and I have discussed this matter in depth before today. Giving you the opportunity to be heard was in keeping with process. I am concluding this matter now. There will be no further hearings. I consider the issue with regard to your competence to command closed. There will be no further discussion on it. I have made my decision. You will continue in a command capacity. Separate and distinct are the claims made in your report. Whatever flaws you have, Commander�you are not a liar.
�I�m afraid this has grave implications for the Fleet and the United Star Systems. Tensions along the border with the Empire are exceedingly high. Whispers of anti-USS sentiment among the Border Worlds permeate the core worlds. Now we have the discovery of an advanced aggressor attacking USSF and Imperial ships near the same Border Worlds. We do indeed have much to do. This inquiry has concluded.�
Aaron�s jaw dropped. He�d figured the Supreme Commander was about to order a full court-martial and his downward spiral would continue. But instead, he�d just exonerated Aaron and accepted his version of the events.
He couldn�t stop
thinking about the fateful encounter. He played it over and over in his mind,
yet couldn�t think of anything he could�ve done differently. Maybe he
Aaron couldn�t think of a good reason for the sudden conclusion, was this some kind of spectacle for his or someone else�s benefit?
Senior Captain Jackson didn�t even try to protest. He took his personnel device and headed for the exit. He played his part well. What if they staged the whole thing to elicit a response and judge his reactions? But for what purpose? This is why life aboard a starship appealed to him from an early age. There were no cloak and dagger games or hidden agendas. Just a captain, his ship and his crew against the unknown.
Aaron stood and acknowledged the head-table and turned to leave when he felt an arm on his shoulder. He flinched.
It was the Supreme Commander.
�Commander, you�re coming with me. We have important matters to attend.� Shepherd guided him out an unknown exit. There was a distinct edge in his tone. �I�ve been talking with your father for the past two weeks while you were in recovery. Very interesting man. He�s very proud of you. And I can see exactly where your unique wit comes from.� He motioned to the right and together walked into a narrow corridor. �Commander, I�ve transferred you under my direct command. Meet me in my personal quarters in exactly one hour. Tell no one. Just come�one hour. Turn left at the end of this corridor. My aide will meet and guide you out.�
Aaron for once had nothing to say. Shepherd was staring right at him. Now he was closer, he could see the fatigue in the man�s eyes�the SC clearly had not slept well in recent times. He seemed nervous or afraid. Was that fear in his voice? Whatever was happening in the Border Worlds had the Supreme Commander on edge. What could rattle something as constant as a northern star?
Aaron nodded instead.
�One hour aye, sir.�
He rounded the end of the corridor and almost bumped into Lieutenant Delaine. �Lieutenant.� He smiled.
She nodded. �This way, Commander.�
Delaine led him through the labyrinth of corridors and back to the station�s habitat ring. The Supreme Commander took his personal security serious. That must be a good thing then. It meant the man was no fool.
As he headed for his guest quarters, a knot formed in his gut. Lee and Vee were conspicuously absent. It would be nice to see a friendly face. They hadn�t even come to see him when he was in recovery. As far as he was aware, no one came to see him. His caregivers kept him in an insulated bubble. It was necessary for medical observations they said. He was a Fleet officer and he couldn�t refuse the medical staff�s care.
When was the last time he�d seen Vee, anyway? In the escape pod.
So where was the XO? Why wouldn�t he come to look for him? If he had, why hadn�t they allowed Vee to see him? He stopped and leaned on a bulkhead. He choked and almost heaved when the only reason he could think of came to mind.
He returned to his guest quarters and tried reaching out to old contacts, but it was useless. No one would tell him anything about his crew. It was as if they no longer existed. But every good starship captain had an equally good friend in the intelligence community.
Shepherd would have to wait. He had to find his friends.
Chapter 4 � Your Mission Aaron
For the past fifteen minutes, Aaron paced what Captain John Higgins called an office. A dingy carpet covered the deck and what looked more like weeds instead of plants adorned each corner. The overhead lighting was dim and the furnishing sparse. Undoubtedly, the captain didn�t want guests getting comfortable.
Aaron had met Higgins while
serving as the tactical officer aboard the
Shepherd pulled the initial cadre of operatives from United Star Systems Intelligence (USSI). But USSI was a civilian organization, who argued successfully they hadn�t signed up for duty on military starships. It didn�t deter Shepherd�s vision�he reorganized and reformed the Fleet Intelligence Bureau around the idea these operatives would serve aboard starships. Volunteers from the USSI crossed over and created an entirely new division of Intelligence within the United Fleet. United Star Systems Fleet�Bureau of Intelligence, a fledgling but competent organization.
The Intelligence officer returned, looking somber, as if he�d just buried his pet poodle.
Aaron�s knees felt weak.
�Just tell me, John. What happened to them?�
Higgins rested an arm on Aaron�s shoulder. �I�m so sorry, Aaron, I can�t believe they kept this from you. They must have been worried about your recovery and they didn�t want to add any further str��
�John!�
�Aaron . . . Alvarez and Lee are listed KIA. I�m so sorry. I had to��
His body went numb. He could no longer hear the captain�s voice. His friends�dead. The face of each man flashed before him. His deep love for space travel didn�t cure him of the need for friends. It could get quite lonely in the black. The solitude that threatened never seemed real once you had a good crew and great companions.
Now they were gone. And he�d killed them. He stumbled out of the office and into the corridor.
His personnel device
beeped a reminder of his pending meeting with Shepherd. He ignored it. Who
cared, what his lordship wanted now. He needed time. It had been nearly six
weeks since the destruction of
His handheld chimed again.
�
He still ignored it. The SC likely checked his location and could see he wasn�t moving. He was about to toss it.
�
Aaron�s heart jumped. Shepherd must realize he was searching for his crew! He swallowed the lump in his throat.
His voice trembled. �I�m on my way, sir.�
****
Aaron rehearsed his argument on the way to Shepherd�s office.
Why can�t they just give him some time? They weren�t in some interstellar or galactic war for the survival of humanity. No sudden appearance of genocidal aliens threatened their existence. Surely, a wounded officer deserved this luxury.
On arrival in the Admiral�s command suite, before Aaron could fire off his rehearsed argument, Lieutenant Delaine almost shoved him into the Supreme Commander�s personal office and left.
Time . . . the most valuable and most wasted resource in the universe.
The Supreme Commander cleared his throat.
�I�m sure this is all strange to you,� he said. �Secret meetings with the Supreme Commander. The insensitive timing of our inquiry and cutting short your recovery. Firstly, Commander, your file didn�t mention resourcefulness. I didn�t think you could find out about Lee and Alvarez. They�re alive and well and assigned to my command as well. They�re on a covert mission under the authority of the USSF. My personal authority really. A completely off the books mission. Do you understand where this is leading?�
He tried to breathe�his chest tightened�it felt like someone was tightening a rope around it. He lowered his head, rubbed his stinging eyes. �I understand, sir. They�re alive. I�m sorry.�
The Supreme Commander
motioned for him to sit. �For what? I know
He nodded and sat in the couch against the bulkhead.
�Good. This one is
close to home for you. For some time now, Intel has been monitoring a separatist
movement in the
�Here�s a summary of
the complete unaltered version, from our sealed records, which I am prepared to
show you if you wish.� Shepherd clasped his hands in front of him and leaned
forward. �As you�re aware, 105 years ago, just prior to joining the United Star
Systems, the Border Worlds Alliance was already a powerful and influential
independent Alliance of tech-5 star systems. Their membership greatly increased
our own security and force projection along our frontier. Particularly during a
volatile time when fifteen of our former worlds in neighboring sectors to
�The formation of the
Empire led to twenty-five years of extreme tension between us and ultimately
the first real interstellar war. The United Star Systems at the time mistakenly
believed the Empire could not challenge us in any significant way. We were very
wrong. The next ten years saw them drive us off our frontier. They moved deeper
into our territory, taking many deposits of critical resources, valuable
oceanic worlds and annexed several independent tech-5 worlds. These worlds at
the time were in discussion to join us. The Empire was relentless. With limited
options remaining, we threw everything we had into the war and halted them in
the
�The Fleet sent
everything against the Empire in the contested systems while five prototype
warships warped behind enemy lines, destroyed swaths of Imperial shipyards, and
struck their home system of
�The heavy losses sustained by the Imperial Navy, and the reduced capacity of the Empire to replace the ships they were losing, was a huge victory for us. We sent the Imperials a message that day. We had the ability to strike at will deep within their systems. The fighting for those final six months was also so intense and costly in lives and ships, that although they would never admit it, both sides in fact sued for peace.
�The past 70 years there has been an uneasy truce and much bitterness remains on both sides. A lot of powerful families, people, corporations and citizens within the United Star Systems took a hard slap in the face and tensions and skirmishes have fueled a constant hatred on both sides. Only back channel negotiations have kept us from engaging in another war.
�This past year, some
of the internal rhetoric from high within the USS has given me cause for
concern. Ships are disappearing along the border between the Empire and the United
Star Systems. We blame the Empire, some blame the separatists on
�This goes beyond my
authority. In fact, USSI should be trying to determine the nature of this
threat, but perhaps just as my hands are tied by civilian oversight, theirs may
be as well. I�ve assembled a team myself and I want you to lead them into the
Border Worlds. We�ve made contact with an individual on
�Tensions are almost as high as they were before the last war. All it will take is some rash action or poor decision by either of us and this next war might set us all back to the Stone Age. Our back channels between our respective diplomats have closed. Even my counterpart has threatened to shut off communication with me. The threat is real, and it is with a heavy heart that I tell you, this may be our last chance to prevent a war. As of two days ago, scouts detected a large Imperial fleet warping for the frontier. Our response fleet consists of three battle groups, at least a couple dozen ships strong, and Intel suggests a similar number from them.�
Aaron leaned back in his seat. The life of a starship captain was simple compared to the dangerous games governments played with the lives of their citizens. The machinery of the �system� now played out on a galactic scale and the universe was its playground. No matter the century, some things just wouldn�t change.
�Sir, if neither side is responsible for the disappearance of those ships then someone else must be.�
�That, Commander . . .
is correct. And that is your mission. The separatist movement is powerful and
well organized. Although they haven�t resorted to violence, it may only be a
matter of time before they adopt more extreme methods. We�ll take this meeting,
but there are no guarantees. Incidentally, it seems either you forced this
unknown element�s hand during the incident at
That last part troubled Aaron the most. If the Empire could impose its way of life on other worlds, then the known universe was about to become a despotic place.
The Empire had legalized slaves, exotic drug use and spatial weapon research. The latter of which was banned by the United Star Systems three hundred years ago. Such weapons could destroy the fabric of the universe. Yet for such backward ideals, it seemed to be an attractive ideology for some people. Intel suggested there were no serious crimes within the Empire�they dealt with criminal offenders swiftly and harshly. Additionally, they possessed a strong and powerful economic base and fielded a well-funded and capable space-navy.
The common illegal slave trade existed throughout outlaw space�pockets of unaligned star systems who made up their own rules. Some United citizens even engaged in slave trading for quick profit. Ordinary slaves received the worst treatment and had absolutely no rights. However, Imperial slaves were different. Although they didn�t earn wages, the Empire allowed them to raise families, work normal hours, own a small section of personal land, and their owners provided them with adequate amenities. They simply weren�t free to move around as they pleased, or to choose to do anything else, other than carry out instructions and repay the debt they owed.
Some people argued the free citizens of the United Star Systems were not that different from Imperial Slaves. In the USS, you might live and work in the same place for the majority of your life. Instead of receiving amenities from your employers, you received a wage, which was yours to do with as you pleased. In some instances, depending on the individual, this could be anything from money well spent, to indulging in drugs, prostitution, and other negative activities. You were free to engage in practices which brought about hardship in your life, or which brought great joy. You had a choice. And many argued that free will is what separated the life of an Imperial Slave from that of a USS citizen.
They argued that the fundamental question was; whether choice was important enough to justify the resulting chaos created by some cross sections of the free citizens of United Star Systems society.
Aaron believed it was.
There could be no justification for barriers to freedom. If you chose to commit a crime against the State or someone else, the State had laws that dealt with you. That�s how a free society protected itself while still allowing its citizens their freedom. Otherwise, life was meaningless.
�Sir, what theories have we tossed around for the Border Worlds trying to pit us directly against the Empire? To emerge as the new interstellar power? I guess what I�m asking is�what do they gain?�
The SC shook his head. �Our
speculation is dangerous without more facts. That is one likely scenario among
others. A war between us and the Empire would severely weaken us both and
galvanize the support of the undecided civilian population in the Border Worlds
Alliance to break away from us. The Border Worlds would be the next major
power. I almost wish it
The final question was obvious to Aaron. His selection to lead this mission was strange at best. �Why do you think I�m the right candidate for this particular assignment, sir? Why not some other specially trained intelligence operative?�
�I don�t think, Commander . . . I know. If there is a conspiracy within the USSF, we have no idea who they are or what their objective is. I�ve taken extraordinary measures to keep your mission secret. Only a handful of persons besides your team are aware of it and your movements from here will flow naturally. We don�t want anyone detecting any hint of Fleet Intelligence interacting with our Border Worlds contact, nor any elements of Fleet personnel. It�s likely the contact�s safety is equally compromised. Your recent encounter works in our favor. The record will show you were dishonorably discharged from the Fleet. You abandoned your ship while under fire, without first attempting a defense and deserted your crew. We�ve altered your file to reflect this. The backup I sealed contains the original version and I�ve stored it in my office, not available on any network. When you return from your mission, despite the outcome, all will be as it should be, and your role in this mission recognized. That and being a Border Worlds citizen makes it an obvious choice for you to return there after being discharged from service.
�Some of your team will
meet you on
The Supreme Commander reached out and Aaron approached and shook his hand. A crushing grip. He exited the office and was unpleasantly surprised to see Lieutenant Delaine waiting for him. He smiled. �Lieutenant.�
�Commander,� she nodded.
He walked past her and she fell in step next to him.
Three weeks ago, he was
a starship captain. Now some cosmic joke placed him in the role of part-time
spy. One revelation after another. First, an unknown belligerent ambushed and
destroyed his ship. Now two of his shipmates are off on some secret mission
which he was joining. And their ultimate destination was
He was going home.
Chapter 5 � The Un-dynamic Duo
Apart from pockets of dense hydrogen clouds, it contained little other resources or any strategic value.
Two gas giants and an airless rock orbited the main star. The lone piece of human infrastructure was an abandoned orbital processing station.
The station was constructed during the twenty-third century to process and refine hydrogen for starship fuel, and was no longer necessary due to advances in propulsion technology, and the declining use of deuterium.
In the intervening
years,
Fortunately, for these deviants, the arm of the law wasn�t long enough nor equipped to chase them around the galaxy. As long as they didn�t interfere with vital trade lanes, or commit acts of piracy against other civilian traffic, they wouldn�t even create a blip in the vastness of space. This particular hub of scum spread their tentacles in all manner of illegal endeavors from illegal slave trading to the sale of old starship parts and weapons. However, the �organizers� forbid launching raids from this location.
A peculiar pair of spacers eased their way through the thick mass of bodies on the neglected decks of the outlaw sanctuary. The first of them hailed from Alpha Centauri, the first and oldest Terran colony. A low haircut carefully parted at the side, slicked to the scalp and not a strand of slightly greying dark hair out of place. A strict diet kept his frame lean.� He held a permanent half smile for curious onlookers. His pace wavered slightly. Attached above his left breast pocket on the grease stained, dingy blue jumpsuit was a nametag�Alvarez.
His partner of the day,
illuminated by the dim light of the large sprawling deck, kept grizzly short
hair, darker than the void beyond the station, and stepped with all the swagger
of
Sometimes the best cover for an operative was no cover at all.
They both had to suppress a sick feeling in their stomachs as they meandered through the large black-market deck. In this place, nothing was off limits. There were Imperial Slave auctions, and drug trafficking of the worst kind of brain-vaporizing drugs. Anyone with a little conscience had difficulty swallowing the sights.
As for the name tags, the �rules� of the black-market demanded each patron submit to a biometric data scan, and wear given name tags associated to the scan. This system enabled the �entrepreneurs� who skulked around this hellhole deck, to identify their clients, in case they had to enlist a bounty hunter to track double-crossers. But double crosses were rare. Outlaws knew if they stabbed each other in the back too often, they might compromise the location of this obscure haven. The Coalition of Independent Pilots would bar them from this station and others like it. No business means no profit.
And it�s all about profit for privateers and outlaws.
Given their recent �discharge� from the United Fleet�not an uncommon occurrence�facial recognition and names wouldn�t be a problem. Any resourceful security check would reveal them as former officers discharged for dereliction of duty. Such officers were in high demand by mercenary corporations.
Alvarez kept his head straight as he spoke. �Let�s get the package and get gone.�
�No objections here, Vee.� Lee voiced his agreement as they passed an Imperial Slave auction nearby.
Alvarez shook his head. What anguish and fate awaited those poor people at their destination?
They made their way around the sea of vermin swaddled across the deck until they came to an arms merchant in the furthest section from the entrance. To say the burley proprietor was huge would be an understatement. He was at least two full heads above him and Lee. With his head shaved to the scalp, the thick mass of beard the man sported looked like a full head of hair in itself. The bearded brute�s arms resembled a track and field athlete�s legs�an athlete juicing on muscle-enhancing drugs. He donned a faded space fatigue torn underneath the armpits. Maybe the merchant felt the grizzly appearance intimidated the usual scum.
The beast grunted from behind the counter on their approach.
�Lenny and Alvin. Cute.�
�Lee and Alvarez.� Lee corrected, smiling. He had the kind of smile you might see on a fox if a fox could smile.
Alvarez held his breath.
Gunther, as the locals called him, fixed his glare onto Lee. �What?� he thundered. The bass accompanying the big man�s voice assaulted Alvarez�s eardrums, and he felt sure it caused the deck to vibrate.
�Alvarez and Lee ya big oak. Get it right or I�ll come back there and smack you,� Lee said.
Seeing this might turn ugly and sensing Gunther had a fuse shorter than the sulfur on a matchstick, Alvarez interjected, his forced smile growing wider. �Don�t mind my friend here he likes too much yapping. Classic case of an under-developed brain. We�re here to collect item P-3123.� He put an electronic ticket down on the counter indicating the item in question had been pre-purchased. No ticket would state what it was, the merchant would have the reference.
The merchant tasted the words. �P-3123,� he said. �Not easy to come by. If I didn�t know better and I don�t, I�d say you two are USSI spooks. Yeah, we heard they�re making a big push in this sector. Our system . . . �the last bastion of freedom for light-years. Looking to route us out. Alvin and Lenny, you two look fresh out of the spook academy.�
Alvarez�s fingers
tapped the counter. They didn�t have time to argue with a big goof. �You really
think United Star Systems Intelligence would send spies, looking like us, with
these credentials
�Yeah, I do. Because they think we�re stupid.�
�Buddy,� Lee said. �We know you�re stupid already just from talking to you for two minutes. In fact, you�re so stupid the Intel boys have probably decided to ignore you all this time, for fear of reintegrating someone as stupid as you back into society.�
Alvarez shook his head. Lee had to do it. He just had to open his big undiplomatic mouth. Gunther simply stared open mouthed while Alvarez drew in a sharp breath and let it out slowly, jamming a thumb towards the big merchant.
�You know he�s huge right. A rare specimen this one,� he said, pulling Lee�s shoulder and twisting him away from the giant, hoping the big man couldn�t hear them.
Lee shrugged. �Yeah, dumb as he is huge. So what,� he said, looking back over their potential opponent.� �We can take him. He�ll tire quick.�
�Lee . . . he�ll tire after two punches, one for each of us and it�s over.�
�Then we�ll just have to fight dirty. I�ll distract him and you kick him in the gonads,� Lee said.
�The what?�
�His nuts, Vee.�
�Nuts?�
�His man parts for crying out loud,� Lee said, in exasperation.
Alvarez sighed. �You really should speak English at a time like this you know.�
They both turned as the hulking Gunther spoke. �Oh I�m gonna break you boys a new back.� He slammed a closed right fist into his left palm, making a cracking sound so loud Alvarez thought had to be impossible.
Alvarez cringed.
Lee didn�t respond and in one clean motion, he vaulted over the counter with precision swiftness, slamming the full force of his body weight behind his booted feet into the burly man�s chest. His target staggered backwards leaving room for Lee to step forward, and Alvarez to hop the counter.
Just as Alvarez hopped
the counter, Gunther lunged on the attack. With a huge sweeping right fist, he targeted
Lee, maybe earlier predictions were wrong, and he was going to knock them both
out with
Alvarez realized the momentum from Gunther�s wild swing left him open to a quick strike from Lee. Lee aimed straight for the big man�s nose and there was a satisfying bone-crunching sound on impact. The big man grunted, but stood firm. He grabbed Lee�s collar with both hands, and hurled him across the room into a now recovering Alvarez, knocking him down again.
Alvarez struggled to breathe while looking at Lee. �I don�t think we got the gonads yet.�
Lee opened his mouth, no doubt about to say something witty, when Gunther bellowed at them while wiping blood from his nose.
�Come on then, let�s have it!�
If before, Gunther had appeared to be an unusually large man to both men, he now looked like he had swelled several times over, as if the angrier he got, the bigger he became.
�The man�s a hulk, this is hilarious!� Lee said.
Alvarez wasn�t amused. Time wasn�t on their side. They needed to be off this station soon. Both men got to their feet and spread out. Lee to the left, Alvarez to the right.
�You�re in for it now you oversized panda,� Lee said, bouncing from side to side and shuffling his feet, �they call us the hot-steppers across several sectors!�
Alvarez sighed, wanting to laugh. Lee never knew when to shut up.
Lee surged in first, landing a left hook, which only served to enrage the grizzly bear. As he was about to land a right cross, the bear�s left fist loomed large toward Lee�s face. Alvarez stepped in and grabbed Gunther�s arm on the inside of his, pulling back the big man�s left arm and holding on for dear life. Similar to ridding oneself of a pest, the big man shook his left arm and brought his right arm over to punch Alvarez. Lee grabbed that arm and brought his knee up into the big man�s groin. Once. Twice. Three times. As Gunther bent to protect his sensitive area, Lee drove the knee straight into the big man�s nose and there was another bone crunching sound. But this wild bear was only just getting started.
The big oak held his head straight and smiled a bloody smile. Blood oozed from his nose onto his mouth and soaked his beard. With a ferocious intensity, he slammed his head into Lee�s forehead causing the latter to stagger and fall. With his right arm now free of Lee, the giant pummeled Alvarez in the gut, and Alvarez couldn�t hold on as the wild beast hammered away at him.
Alvarez�s head throbbed as if someone struck him with an old hard-covered book. He tried to peep through the relentless mayhem inflicted on him. He couldn�t see if Lee was conscious. He summed up some indignant rage and with his hard steel boots kicked the back of the burley man�s legs behind the knees causing Gunther to hit the deck on one knee. With a yowl, his target pulled him down to the deck as he was still holding on to the big man�s left arm inside the elbow.
There was a shuffling behind. Gunther yelped and the giant�s grip loosened. The oversized opponent was down on one knee over him. Alvarez caught a glimpse of Lee as he vaulted towards the thick mass of a man, kicked him square in the face knocking him back, and fell on top of him. Lee propped his upper body up on the deck with his left hand and sent another shocking right fist into what was left of Gunther�s nose. But the unstoppable brute shoved Lee away and grabbed onto Alvarez in an attempt to regain his feet.
Alvarez saw what the brute was trying to do and kicked him to the side of his face sending the big man tumbling left. At last, the wild bear seemed low on honey. Pressing his brief advantage, Alvarez attempted another kick to the face but the inflated monstrosity grabbed his boot, pulled him down to the deck, and elbowed him to the side of his face repeatedly.
Lee regained his feet from the opposing flank and launched a steel tipped boot straight up between the bear�s legs while the big bear continued to pound Alvarez with elbows.
�I got him in the gonads!� Lee shouted, with a crazy maniacal grin on his face.
�Well they must be made of steel!� Alvarez shouted back from under the relentless hail of elbows raining down on him.
When Lee attempted another kick, the large man caught Lee�s leg between his own legs, twisted and brought Lee down. He pushed off of Lee and over on top Alvarez and aimed a kill punch straight at his face. Lee kicked Gunther with both feet and knocked him off Alvarez onto the deck and leaped on him.
Seizing the opportunity, Alvarez rolled onto the big bear as well, pinning the giant man�s left arm to the deck while Lee pinned the other. Lee then held the big man�s muff of beard and slammed the back of Gunther�s head against the deck. Once. Twice. Gunther�s body went limp and Lee rolled off.
They both lay flat on their backs struggling for every breath. �Next time,� Alvarez said. �I�m just going to knock you out instead and apologize for your behavior. I think that�ll be easier.�
They both laughed but it sounded more like a death rattle. Alvarez rose first and offered an arm to Lee, who took it. They headed into the back room. Arrayed across the large warehouse-styled compartment were several shelves in near endless rows. Probably containing everything from illegal narcotics to pulse weapons.
�Which one is it?� Alvarez asked.
�That�s it,� Lee said, pointing to a long rectangular-shaped black box. He motioned for Alvarez to bring an anti-grav plank. The two of them then loaded the crate on the plank and exited the compartment and the front reception area.
They made their way back across the large open space. Noticeable bruises splayed across each man�s face. Alvarez�s upper lip was split and blood formed in the corners of his mouth. Below Lee�s left eye was swollen where the merchant bashed him with his head. Lee walked with a slight limp as they both passed ongoing deals, slave auctions, and perhaps heists in planning. They stopped at the processing desk.
The sentry at the processing area looked them over, shaking his head. �Found what you boys were looking for did you?� he asked.
Alvarez motioned
toward Gunther�s space way at the back. �Yeah, that guy, he accused us of being
spies. As you can see, we�ve got our
The security man snorted. �Gunther? If it�s one thing he does better than anything else is hold a grudge. But his stupidity is notorious. I�ll see to it he is informed of his mistake. That�s the best I can do for you. But I�d give him a long while to cool off before I came back if I was you.�
They both nodded and limped off the deck with their hard-won package.
Lee wiped a spot of
blood from his lip. �Vee, we have three days to get to
�We�ll get there. Aaron will be looking for us and we know the trouble he finds when he�s idle.�
Chapter 6 � Honor Above Loyalty
Even high-ranking Imperial Navy Commander�s endured hardship from time to time.
This was no different
for Lord Commander Quintus Scipio, who had operational Command of one-third of the
Imperial Navy and Commanded the flagship
The
Quintus sat behind his desk waiting for the agent to finish reading the orders. The Lord Commander embodied the discipline of a loyal officer. He kept his dark hair short and never allowed stubble to linger on his chin. Golden gauntlet�s clasped firmly to his olive skinned forearms. His face bore fine and flawless features. He wore a ceremonial golden breast-plate over his dark colored Navy uniform. The agent sitting opposite was almost a replica.
If they stood side by side, the only difference would be the color of their capes, which now hung in the receiving area of the Lord Commander�s office. Quintus wore red like all other high-ranking officers of the Imperial Navy. Centurions wore blue capes. The agent was a citizen and not a member of the Navy and his cape was white.
Quintus� personal office
didn�t lack decorations. They served as reminders of why he chose the solitary
life of service in the Imperial Navy. On the opposite bulkhead, draped the dark
Imperial Flag with a phoenix rising from the corona of a star at the center. On
the bulkhead to his left, a miniature display of previous generations of Imperial
warships. Over to the right a large portrait of the home world
�He�s a radical extremist and I don�t like him,� Platus said, pounding his fist on the antique steel desk between them. Not a reaction Quintus would tolerate from anyone. But Platus happened also to be his brother.
Quintus winced at the sudden outburst. �Platus, you dislike everyone. Name one person in the Navy you do like.�
Platus opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Quintus shook his head. �My point exactly.�
�I like Bannon even less than other people I dislike. I�m warning you, Quintus, nothing good will come of having him aboard or this secret mission. You know better than I do, the Empire has assembled an invasion fleet here.�
The
�Some citizens and half the Navy believe war with the United Star Systems is inevitable and we should strike first,� Quintus said.
�And what do you believe, Quintus?�
�I believe
Platus shook his head. �But what if they�re wrong? 70 years of peace? Dismissed on a whim? We�ve discussed this before and you�ve said yourself that highly unusual activity within the United Systems does not justify an invasion.�
�I did say that, but I�m not radical. If it rains and the Lord Praetor gets wet, he would use it as justification for an invasion.�
�We,� Platus said, slapping his breastplate, �are loyal servants of the Empire. Our father before us and his father before him and all the line of our family back to the day we declared independence from the United Star Systems. We chose to serve for the good and enlightenment of our people, not to plunge them into war, desolation and misery. Such, would be the only outcome of another interstellar war. With the advent of faster warships and increasingly powerful weapons, what kind of galaxy would remain? Who and what would be left to rule over? I wonder sometimes if Bannon and others of his ilk consider these things.�
Quintus laughed. �They are radicals, and extremists. I somehow do not believe those individuals are capable of those considerations. The rational part of their thought process was long flushed out of them.�
�Then the question we face is�what do we do if Bannon intends to provoke a war? Throughout this star system a technologically advanced fleet of warships and Navy personnel waits, primed for invasion. This could almost be the Lord Praetor�s private Navy. Ancient Gods, Quintus, have we become mercenaries?�
�Platus, intelligence operatives would make terrible politicians, leave the wild conspiracy theories to me. As one of the Navy�s Lord Commanders, I still have high favor with the Emperor. I will engage the Emperor on this matter and find out what Bannon is truly planning here and whether the Emperor truly sanctions it. I suspect Bannon with his half-truths and other propaganda might easily influence the Emperor to drastic actions.�
�Have you considered what you will do either way?� Platus asked.
Quintus shook his head.
�Since it would seem the Emperor is aware of this �activity�, would it not mean the Emperor embraces radical views himself or doesn�t oppose them enough to intervene? Would we want to be part of the machinations of this invasion? An interstellar war simply because neither of our peoples are willing to compromise on any issue? If we support it by act or omission, how are we different, Quintus?�
�Careful, Platus, if anyone heard you, they would arrest you for high-treason.�
�It can�t be treason to love the Empire,� Platus said, as he stood and walked to the polarized observation glass. �The Empire would not survive. This ideology within the Empire is driven by hatred and intolerance, their only stated goal to wipe out the USS. The USS would be fighting for hope and survival . . . we could never win. And to prevent this, I will have to save my beloved Empire and its people from themselves. I�ve made my decision, Quintus. If you haven�t yet, you will have to make it when the time comes. Just ask yourself how you would want father to remember you.�
Quintus raised himself from behind the desk and stood at Platus� side.
�If you weren�t my brother,� he said. �I wouldn�t know you have something dangerous planned. Out with it now, Platus.�
Platus grunted. �I
have information from an agent deep within the USSF that Supreme Commander
Shepherd has sent his most trusted advisor on a special mission to
�I�m lost as to how
�Ah, brother, leave
the intelligence analysis to me. Rest assured this advisor has been with
Shepherd for years. We�ve worked just as long to put someone in place near to
her. If she�s going to
�My brother the
nobleman,� Quintus said. �Above all else, I too wish the Empire to flourish. I
can promise you I
Platus laughed. �Now who is being treasonous, brother?�
�Just cautious, Platus.�
Platus nodded. �It will be done,� he said, turning to look directly at Quintus, �but what if the Emperor doesn�t care about the plotting of the Lord Praetor? What will you do?�
Quintus stared in silence for a moment, glimpsing the uninhabited temperate world orbiting the single star.
�Honor above loyalty, Platus. I will not let you or father down.�
Chapter 7 - Santiago
Patrick and Anna Rayne joined the other families
and crew of the
Patrick left the bridge headed for the habitation deck. The ship�s junior flight crew could handle the rest from here. He and the captain deserved a long rest.
Just before he could step up to the hatch to his quarters, Aaron emerged.
�Dad! Nice to see you after so many weeks. Me and mom were beginning to think you enjoyed sleeping on the bridge.� The hug was tight. Not a little boy anymore, he�s a young man and Patrick winced at the strength.
He couldn�t breathe. �Okay okay�enough. You missed me I get it. I missed you too, kiddo,� he tussled the little man�s scruffy head of hair.
It was definitely true your children never grew old in your eyes. You always had that image of them as the young innocent helpless thing which you had to keep safe from a harsh world.
�I�m off to start my shift.�
He was a junior technician now. Studying under the engineering chief.
�Well get going!� Patrick said. �I don�t have much to do for the next few days, I�ll be here waiting.�
�Great. I prepared something for you to eat, might be cold now. Mom�s shift is soon finishing. Buzz her and let her know you�re back.�
Patrick grinned, rubbing his hands together. �Oh no, my boy, I think I�ll surprise her.�
Aaron rolled his eyes at that.
Anna Rayne was the ship�s chief medical officer and a qualified neurosurgeon.
�Well, have it your way. Cya later.� He clapped his father on the back and dashed off out of sight.
Time for that long deserved, deep, uninterrupted eight hours of sleep. He flopped towards the bed in the second room. The pillow felt soft. This would be the best sleep in weeks.
****
Patrick�s eyes shot open. What the hell? For a few seconds he didn�t remember where he was, and then his groggy mind caught up with the present. There�s no doubt, it�s an alarm. Sounds like the more serious kind. The emergency disaster kind. Damn.
He leaped from the bed wiping drool away from the corner of his mouth. Still fully clothed and boots on he sprinted for the hatch. A flurry of bodies ran past in front of him and disappeared around the corridor. Comms! He ran back inside and thrashed around the bed. He found the comm unit which had likely fallen from his tunic pocket as he slept. He fumbled with it as he ran back into the corridor headed for the bridge.
He hadn�t even taken off his hardened duty boots.
�Bridge, this is the XO what in blazes is going on!� He had to shout into the device to hear himself above the alarm.
�Patrick! Thank the stars. Get to engineering now. There�s been an explosion in the fusion containment cells. It�s been partially contained but we�ve got hundreds seriously injured in the affected areas. We�ve got to contain it or we�ll lose the entire ship.�
Lose the entire ship.
Those words hung in the air.
He almost forced the lift doors to open. Then he almost broke the control punching it for engineering.
The ride through the ship from the habitat ring to the engineering section dragged on and on. The anxiety only served to cloud his perception of time. It was taking forever.
A bloodied young technician, who could be no older than Aaron, stumbled into him. He held onto the young man, who proceeded to yank off a respirator.
�It�s useless,� the technician said. �It�s getting worse. We thought we had it contained,� he went into a coughing fit, mucus and bile coming up and onto Patrick�s shirt. �We thought we had it contained, but it�s over, you can�t go in there!�
Patrick shook the boy. �Where is the Chief?� No answer. �Have you seen my son?� He shook the boy again�harder.
�Chief is back there, somewhere, I don�t know, just let me go, we�ve got to get out of here!�
Patrick snatched the respirator. The boy stumbled down the corridor the way Patrick had come. At least now, he had a respirator. He adjusted it in position, ensuring it covered his nose and mouth and sealed it.
His eyes would have to endure.
As he moved deeper into the engineering section, he could hear screams, shouting, and some whimpering. He tried to focus on particular voices. He needed to find the Chief. The heat burned his eyes and blurred his vision.
He squinted through the
haze as he followed the sounds of arguing from a large group. He approached and
saw Aaron with the Chief.
�Aaron!�
�Dad!�
Another bear hug. Tighter this time. He turned to the Chief.
�What�s the situation?�
They were all shouting above the noise.
�Containment in the number two reactor must have developed a crack somehow. If it had really blown, we wouldn�t be standing here. The crack self-sealed with emergency systems, but not before some of the reaction got out and exploded across quarter of the section. Fire suppression systems couldn�t contain the plasma fires and were quickly neutralized themselves. Just before you got here, we had it contained to these sections. But another blast compromised the rest of that section and who you see in here is who is left!�
He looked around. Men were dragging bodies out of the section, some probably lifeless, others near there. There were still dozens of men scattered throughout trying to contain the blaze.
Patrick knew there was only one option now.
�Chief! Evacuate this entire section now! We will decompress the deck!�
�Pat, that might be a problem. With the structural integrity compromised here, we risk blowing off this entire section of the ship, you know�it�s attached to the engines!�
�It�s either that or we lose the entire ship, Chief! Evacuate now, get everyone out. Prepare to decompress the entire section. Aaron, help get these men out of here, then get as far away from this section as you can.�
�Dad, let me stay with you I can help��
�Now, son! The Chief and I can handle what needs to be done. We need to get these wounded out of here as fast as possible or they�ll be left behind. Go now.�
It seemed Aaron was about to protest further. But he turned and went to help the others carry the wounded out of the section.
A few minutes later, he and the Chief had prepared to decompress the deck, and all those they could account for or see were hauled out of the section. He nodded to the Chief who sealed off the section with its normal bulkhead and an emergency blast door. They were ready.
As he was about to order everyone behind the other emergency blast door beyond the corridor, the comm panel next to the secondary blast door buzzed. It had a small screen on it. Someone appearing on the emergency comm panel could only mean one thing; they were on the other side.
He gasped when he saw the image.
�
�Anna, why are you in there! We��
�
�Anna . . . the emergency blast doors are down, they can�t be raised once triggered. How, why . . .� His voice trailed off as he fractured his wrist hammering the blast door. There was no pain. Only a hole in his chest.
�
Someone pushed him aside.
�Mom! It�s me! I�I�m here. I�m safe, mom.� No reply. �Mom!�
She coughed heavily, she was suffocating.
�
�Anna, I�m here. I�m so sorry, Anna, all the known deit��
He couldn�t leave her, but how could he watch. How could he watch as she slowly suffocated, and the thick smoke burned her lungs? The heat must be unbearable now. Slowly cooking her.
She held up a pressure
injector. �
The screen dissolved to static. She was gone.
Forever.
Something shook him. Violently.
�Dad! We have to do something! Mom�s right there, right on the other side!�
Patrick�s mind was a cloud.
�Dad!� Aaron sagged to the deck whimpering.
Patrick gripped his son and dragged him to the others waiting beyond the secondary blast doors. The boy kicked and screamed all the way. �Hold him!� he shouted to the others. They did.
Patrick ran back to the emergency bulkhead. There was a way to raise the blast door once triggered. The designers created the almost forgotten procedure in case a malfunction triggered the blast door. Now he would use that to trigger the opening, playing with the lives of everyone aboard for selfish reasons.
He ripped the panel off the controls and tapped a few commands into the secondary interface convincing the door it was malfunctioning. He disabled the sensors which triggered the blast doors. The bulkhead started to rise and then stopped.
�Anna!�
There was no answer. The bulkhead groaned. It only opened about twenty inches. Then it began to drop again. He slid under the door with his hard suit legs and jammed it. He craned his neck over as he lay on his back, his face red and screamed. �Somebody help me!�
No one moved. Then Aaron broke free of the men holding him. He dashed forward and slid on the deck and under the bulkhead. A few seconds later Aaron crawled out. His son then reached under the bulkhead and dragged a pair of legs. Patrick groaned at the increasing pressure on his legs. He leaned forward and helped drag one of Anna�s legs. Aaron leaned over and pulled her clear of the bulkhead.
�Quickly, Aaron! Pull the override and kill the bulkhead�s power.�
The blast door had jammed and the mechanism held it in place. It wouldn�t budge. Releasing the override would release the door�s mechanism and let its weight fall. The armored suit leggings wouldn�t resist the weight of the bulkhead.
Aaron pleaded. �Dad . . .�
�Do it now, Aaron!�
Aaron reached up and with a deep breath yanked the red lever down. The bulkhead mechanism released and the blast doors severed Patrick�s legs above the knees. It was the weirdest sensation he ever felt. A brief moment of sharp pain and then nothing. Someone dragged him from behind leaving a trail of blood on the deck. He watched as Aaron held Anna under the arms and dragged her beyond the secondary blast door.
The Chief slapped the control and the secondary bulkhead lowered. Seconds later a steady vibration reverberated throughout the ship. A deep rumble came from the bulkheads and overhead. Secondary explosions.
The ship lurched and threw him hard against a bulkhead. The lash to his head formed stars in his vision.
Then only darkness.
Chapter
8 � Journey to
Six hours ago, Aaron
had boarded the sleek, privately registered high-speed courier to
The first three hours he slept and soon he would reconnect with Lee and Vee. The XO was his center of gravity, a pillar of strength. Lee reminded him of the boldness of youth. Miroslav reminded him of a talented wayward teen in need of guidance.
The fourth hour he spent reading some of his favorite twenty-first century Earth fiction. His personnel device was loaded with material from that century. He and Lee shared a common obsession with that particular era. Their frequent use of ancient Earth slang was a constant source of annoyance to the other senior bridge crew of his former Command.
The fifth hour he
studied everything he could about the separatists, the Empire, and rehashed
some of the Supreme Commander�s words in his head.
Since then the advancements in technology would bring the belligerents into contact with each other quicker and more often. The Empire was fifty days away from the Core United worlds at high warp now. And ships of the line were nearly five times as fast in warp as their counterparts seventy years ago. When his thoughts continued in an endless cycle, pondering the variables, he decided to force it from his mind.
The final hour he decided
to test Lieutenant Delaine, just trying to get any kind of reaction out of her.
She
And he was right.
�Stop staring,� she said. It sounded more like a warning than a command.
The sudden sound of her voice jarred him. �It must be a spy thing,� he said.
She gave him a clueless look.
�I mean, just because you�re a spy doesn�t mean you can�t talk to me does it?�
�No,
She did look tired. Maybe it really didn�t have anything to do with him.
�Where do you hail
from,
Odd. Since when did USSI spies serve as aides for the Supreme Commander of the Fleet? He filed the information away for later. Instead, he said:
�Okay, you spoke and words came out of your mouth, and I still don�t know where you�re from.�
He could hear her
teeth grinding. By now, she must know he would not give up. And they had two
days until they reached
�I was born on
Lee and Alvarez were probably having a lot more fun.
****
Two former shipmates hurried down an alley not large enough to fit them side by side.
�Vee, I�m telling you
we�re being followed,� Lee said, holding their equipment bag tighter. It
carried untraceable personnel devices and other non-USSF issued equipment, part
of the hard won package from
Alvarez didn�t miss a step. �Let�s just maintain our pace, until we�re certain.�
At least the stubborn senior officer didn�t look back. That would have been a big mistake.
Since completing their objective
in
But that didn�t mean he had to like it.
This planet was a tech-2 rated world. The governing body chose to appeal to a particular group of United citizens and attract them as settlers. Not everyone in the United Star Systems desired life on the most advanced tech-5 worlds. Some citizens chose tech-1 worlds, with infrastructure similar to old nineteenth century Western North-American townships. A tech-2 world appealed to anyone who enjoyed farming the land, living in simple but elegant wooden structures, riding horses and just being free and outdoors. These people were capable of doing many different things, but they chose this way of living because they loved it.
A tech-3 world featured infrastructure and an economy similar to a major city during middle twenty first century Earth. People moved about in air-cars, ground cars, and many sectors revolved around labor in exchange for wages. There wasn�t much unemployment throughout the United Systems because you could find work on any planet. Despite this, no matter what century it was, there always seemed to be people who didn�t like to work. They preferred to take by force what others earned and some among them enjoyed doing it. And then there were the other basket cases�who just didn�t like to do anything constructive.
A tech-5 world was life at warp speed. Prominent corporations employed the majority of the work force on these advanced worlds. From brilliant research and design technicians, to miracle-working engineers. Researching everything from quantum mechanics to wormhole stabilization theory. These worlds contained the largest single adult demographic throughout the United Systems. It was all work and no play. Their work was their life.
And a luxurious life it was. Only citizens earning tech-5 level salaries could afford the pricey tourist-liners to see other worlds. They owned estates across the sector and a few employed their own small work force and owned small but elegant civilian warp-capable star-liners with the personal security to keep it all safe.
Tech-5 worlds boasted the tightest security. Everything from energy dampening fields to AI android security. There was no crime�organized or otherwise�unless you factored in the underhanded dealings of the corporations themselves. An offender might face deportation, depending on the seriousness of the offence. And no other tech-5 world accepted deportees, unless you were uniquely brilliant, which would have stayed the deportation sentence in the first place. No . . . once you were deported from a tech-5 world, there was no going back. Many became privateers, and some turned to outright piracy out of desperation.
It wasn�t a perfect society, but there was something for everyone. If you wanted a family, you could leave and start a new life on a world where the pace suited raising one�a tech-3 world. Did you prefer living free of corporation rules and regulations? Migrate to a tech-1 world. Every world had something for everyone. But that�
He couldn�t fight it anymore, his eyes darted to the side and he craned his head ever so slightly, glimpsing three long shadows, stretching towards them. The shadows shifted.
He pushed Alvarez aside and pulled. �Get down!�
They tumbled together to the pavement as several objects cut the air nearby. Projectile weapons! It made sense since laser weapons would alert security forces sooner. Good thing he brought one of his own. He whipped it from his waist as he rolled over the XO. He didn�t have to hit his mark, just cover their retreat. He squeezed off eight rounds before surging to his feet.
Alvarez was on his knees now, but he hadn�t drawn his weapon yet. �They shot at us!�
Lee yanked the motionless operations officer to his feet and pulled him around a building. Several puffs hit the structure. An inch closer and Lee would be breathing from his cheeks.
�I told you . . . damnit. I�m taking operational command of this deployment until the Commander gets here. Otherwise he�ll arrive in time to bury us!�
Alvarez didn�t protest.
�Well,
�There�re four of them, could be a fifth, not sure, but he�s hanging way back for some reason. I�ll bet one of them has gone around somewhere to cut us off.� He glanced around the building, up the street and pulled back a fraction of a second before more projectiles whizzed by his ear.
He flipped out his personnel device and switched to the layout of the city, with their position marked on it. �They probably expect us to run.�
Alvarez was breathing hard. �Isn�t that what we�re going to do?�
Lee grinned. �Oh we�re gonna run alright. Right at those punks.�
�What if that isn�t what they expect us to do?�
�I�m sure a mutual friend of ours would agree, you make the decision, you stick with it and you go all in�not half way. Or something like that anyway.�
�Indeed he would. Evidently the Commander has been a great influence on you,� Alvarez said.
Lee ignored him and instead handed him the equipment bag. �On my signal, I want you to return fire up the street, there�s no one behind them. Just shoot. I�ll move across and proceed to engage them further.�
�I won�t be able to hit them from here, you know that!�
�Of course I know you�re a lousy shot and two days training on the range with an unfamiliar weapon isn�t going to change that, but it�ll give me what I need.�
�What�s that?�
He chuckled. �A different target for them to shoot at.�
Not waiting for his terrified friend�s response, Lee darted out of cover. �Now, Vee!�
Lee sprung from cover. Alvarez�s weapon fire rattled his ears. Their assailants covered themselves for a brief moment but recovered and sent a hail of projectiles towards the XO. They had to reload at some point.
Lee crouched behind a
ground car and took a deep breath, gripped his sidearm and dashed forward
firing.
When the first attacker looked up from cover behind a ground car, Lee was still a bit far. The man raised his sidearm.
Lee jumped, feet out
towards his target. He saw straight down his target�s barrel.
The second man kneeling half a meter away, stared wide-eyed and raised his sidearm. Lee, having landed on his back after the jump-kick, pivoted his waist over to his right and with his arms steadying him, he launched a sweeping left kick, knocking the gun from goon number two�s grip. It scraped away along the pavement further up the street in the direction of Alvarez.
Lee then pivoted his waist to the left, the momentum helped his right foot sweep kick the punk square across the jaw, but the goon deflected some of the blow.
The fight was on.
Lee twisted to his feet, bent his knees, raised his arms, and lowered his chin. Clenched fists protected his chin and thick arms protected his ribs. His opponent�s arms waved over each other.
Lee unleashed a flurry of quick jabs followed by a sweeping right fist and pivoted backwards. As he expected the man counter attacked with a punch of his own, not a total amateur yet not quite up to Lee�s level of expertise.
Lee sidestepped,
grabbed the arm in toward him, and gripped the goons elbow�bending it in a way elbows
weren�t meant to bend.
Lee heard a shuffle from behind. The other goon likely regaining his feet.
He chopped the throat of the goon he was holding�a satisfying crunch, then a hard left cross dispatched contender number one towards the pavement. He swung the flailing unconscious goon over at the other one now regaining his feet. He pounced on contender number two and several cracking strikes later goon number two lay flat out.
Another shuffle from behind, he twisted and poised to unleash fury.
�
�You need to get in shape, Avery.�
�I got one, he doubled back, but I got him, no sign of the rest.� His chest heaved as he lowered his head to his knees.
�So I was wrong then,� Lee said. �He didn�t try to out flank us.�
�You were wrong and right,� Alvarez said. �Go hard or go home right? That�s why we�re a team and a crew. It�s not a one-man show. Let�s see if these guys have anything on them.�
�Lee bent and rustled through the goons� dark, tight jump suits worn underneath equally dark trench coats. Neither looked a day over thirty, both appeared clean-shaven with perfect distinguished features. They carried nothing, apart from replacement magazines for their sidearms, not even a personnel device. That made sense in this business, nothing to trace back to anywhere, except maybe the weapons. But they were only generic projectile sidearms. Anyone with a basic fabricator could make them. They were ideal for use anywhere utilizing energy dampeners. Projectile weapons were crude but effective.
Alvarez grunted and Lee looked up at him. Vee�s brow creased. He always had that look when he was processing something. �What is it?� Lee asked.
�These look like Imperial citizens,� he said.
Lee reached and picked up his sidearm. �How can you tell?�
�I can�t be sure of course. This is what Intel says they look like. Perfect-cropped hair, smooth face and flawless features. Seems these guys will go under a laser the first sign of sagging skin.�
�I�m going to take a sample from each. See what we can learn otherwise,� Lee said. He yanked out several hair follicles from each and placed them in a jacket pocket then took still images of their faces with his personnel device.
Lee twisted his head around.
��What is it?� Alvarez asked.
�More are coming. Let�s go!� Before they could dash off, something wet splattered the side of Lee�s face. Then something hard struck his back, it felt like someone drove a screwdriver through his spine. He touched a finger to his back and pulled them out covered in red. Then the XO yowled dropping his personnel device and went down clutching his leg.
�Got me in the calf, damnit I can�t stand.�
�Get up, Vee! Now!� Lee yanked his friend to his feet, careful to keep the wounded right leg close and provide support.
The XO grunted in pain. �Just go without me, Lee.�
Lee half dragged and
half ran with his friend while ignoring the realization he was losing sensation
in his back. There�s no way he would leave Vee
He snatched the equipment bag back from Alvarez and slung the strap around his chest. The chase was on.
Chapter 9 � Fight Lee Fight
Aaron looked on as
Lieutenant Delaine lowered the high-speed courier onto the landing pad.
During the descent, his personnel device locked on and paired with his two shipmate�s devices. Now, studying the location markers, Vee�s was inactive and Lee�s was quite the opposite.
His eyes narrowed. Lee�s marker was speeding up and slowing down, as though he was doing some sort of high intensity training. A slow jog for one minute, followed by a sprint for thirty seconds.
Lieutenant Delaine must have checked her personnel device and saw the same thing.
�What are your crew doing, Commander?�
Why in blazes would she assume he could know such a thing?
�Intel is your job, Lieutenant, why don�t you tell me.�
She shrugged. �It seems an odd time for doing interval sprints,� she said.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. This was no time to be wondering around in public at all. He raised his personnel device. �Prodigal son, it�s your father, please reply.�
Those codenames didn�t sound any less ridiculous to him now than when Delaine had chosen them. Despite secure end-to-end encryption, protocol still demanded the use of codes.
He tried again. �Nothing,� he said, sliding back behind one of the control stations. �They�re in trouble. Something�s wrong, we can�t waste time in a ground car, we�re going directly to them.�
�You can�t be serious, if you attempt such a thing, we�ll be intercepted and forced to land by one of the atmosphere patrol craft. We�ll have a hard time explaining this to civilian authorities.�
He pulled his harness over his shoulders. �It�s that or they�re dead�or worse.�
�What makes you so sure? There could be another explanation,� she offered.
He flicked the controls. �There could be. But none comes to mind so I�m going with the one that does. Strap in.�
�Might I remind you, Commander, I have operational authority of this mission, as its ambit is under the USSI. I�m merely assigned to SC Shepherd, but this mission is under civilian oversight.�
Aaron bit down hard on
his lip,
�And as I recall,� he
said. �I have operational authority when it comes to ship based decisions and
concerns. Right now, we�re
�Who?� she asked.
The engines rumbled, and the thrusters pushed them up, forcing her into the seat.
A panicked air traffic
operator signaled. �
Aaron increased the engine power. He turned to face the Lieutenant. �Lieutenant, start screaming,� he said, �huff and puff, act like you�re in labor or something.�
She stared back in horror. �I will not! Women don�t �huff and puff� when in�
�I don�t care what they do! This will be just as confusing for them now do something!�
Delaine sucked in a deep breath, and began yelping and blowing it out, in a manner she probably thought was the best imitation of an expectant mother in labor�three hundred years ago.
She sounded more like an injured sea whale.
He flicked the comm open. �Control. Please my wife is in labor, she wasn�t due for two weeks now she . . .� He paused looking at her, waving his hands, and she groaned louder. �This is our first child please . . . I need to get her to the hospital as soon as possible.�
�
Time to kick it up a notch.
�Oh stars in heaven, by
every known deity in the universe and all we hold holy, she�s bleeding�
She screamed and shook her body. Damn, she was really into it now.
�
He cut the comm-link, disengaged VTOL and transitioned to forward flight. �Right, I�m going!�
He turned to Lieutenant Delaine. �Well, no thanks to you, it worked for now.�
�No thanks to me? I poured my heart and soul into that performance!� she said.
�Good thing you�re not an actor then, it was horrible,� he grimaced. �Way over the top.�
She stood with clenched fists. �Why you sniveling��
He punched the acceleration on the little courier and burned for the hospital. The sudden surge tossed the �pregnant� Lieutenant into her seat. Now, she strapped herself in.
The flight path was clearing. And it was in the relative direction of Lee�s personnel device.
****
�Lee, stop,� Alvarez breathed hard. �I can�t go anymore. Just stop.�
Lee strained his neck, no sign of the other goons behind them. Maybe they could rest a moment. He stopped and eased Vee to the pavement. His friend wheezed with every breath.
�Lee, my leg burns for one minute and then I feel nothing for the other,� he groaned.
Lee shook his head. �Forget about it. If it falls off, they can replace it. You know some people like bionic limbs�they even surgically remove their own.�
�I�m not some people. I�m traditional. I like my limbs. I want to keep them.�
�And keep them you will. I promise, Vee.�
Alvarez forced a smile.
Lee looked around. It was 02:00 local time. He didn�t see security forces or any indication any had responded to this disturbance at all. They must have received alerts from some citizens who�d seen them running. The audio report of the sidearms was minimal, but surely, the local security dispatch services had been swarmed with calls of crazy persons in the streets with antique weapons. Could the unknown pursers have compromised security to the extent whereby they could delay a response? He supposed that was possible.
If he and Alvarez were going to survive, he had to forget about local help and do like he�d always done. He held his side as a sharp piercing pain in his spine signaled something was very wrong with his back. He wasn�t sure how many times he�d been hit, but he pushed it from his mind.
�Vee, I�m going to tuck you up here out of sight. I�ll fling around and see if I can get a glimpse of the goons chasing. If I can, I�ll take them out, either way I�ll be back.�
�Go for it, Lee,� his wounded friend coughed. Each breath sounded like his last.
Before Lee moved half a step, a thunderous rumble filled the air. Instinctively he looked up. The sound grew deeper, the buildings vibrated and he had to press his hands against his ears. An atmospheric jet shot by overhead, followed by another.
The goons had air support?
He slowly lowered his hands. Another deep rumbling shattered the night, closer this time but not quite as powerful, yet with greater intensity. Then he saw it.
Over a high-rise structure, a sleek craft executed a sudden breaking maneuver. It switched to VTOL and lowered toward the street, near right on top of them! Right then another atmospheric craft rocketed by. What kind of crazy pilot lands in a city district!
The craft hovered several
meters off the ground and deployed a ramp. A figure emerged blasting two pulse
laser pistols. How did the stranger bypass the energy-dampening field? He
squinted through the haze.
�Lee!� the Commander yelled, and bolted down the ramp blasting his pulse laser relentlessly toward the goon squad. With that kind of firepower, the goons would have to fall back. �Come on, Lee!�
Lee looked down at his fallen shipmate. He�d probably passed out from the pain or blood loss. He shook him. �Vee, Aaron�s here! Come on.� He bent and looped the slumped ops officer by the waist over his shoulders and hefted him off the ground.
Ahead, Commander Rayne still blasted away with his pulse pistols firmly pinning down the opposing force. He was grinning as he shouted. �Come on, Lee! No one lives forever!�
Lee swallowed, gnashing his teeth. Now or never. He launched himself.
The inside of the craft
grew larger. Almost there. The whizzing of projectiles cut the air.
Nothing.
Any second projectiles would carve him up like a fresh roast. So close yet�
A large black-clad figure stood over him. His vision blurred, he couldn�t see past the haze. Projectile impacts sparked around the ramp. The unknown rescuer shielded him from the incoming fire. The dark figure dragged him up the ramp toward the inside. His vision cleared slightly�Commander Rayne was firing with one hand as he dragged Lee along with the other.
Lee grabbed and held onto Alvarez. It was almost comical, the Commander dragged him, and he dragged Alvarez. Then the shooting stopped and they were inside. Now his eyelids wouldn�t cooperate and stay open. The last thing he saw was the Commander slapping the ramp control. He still couldn�t raise his left arm. But at least his back didn�t hurt anymore.
Chapter 10 � Brutus Bannon
War with the United Star Systems was inevitable.
At least that�s what Brutus Bannon kept telling himself. Lord Praetor of the Empire and special personal Advisor to Emperor Soto himself. That being the reality, it was only wise to launch a pre-emptive strike.
Five long years he toiled in the background to prepare the Imperial Space Navy for war. Not just to prepare them for it, but prepare them to win it�convincingly. Far from the Imperial home world, secret shipyards under his command constructed a new fleet of warships, deploying the Empire�s most advanced laser systems and other long overdue upgrades. A new fleet of advanced warships, upon which several thousand Imperial Navy personnel trained.
Bannon ensured rigorous vetting of all candidates, most of them hailing from families whose entire generations had served the Baridian Empire. Their loyalty was unquestionable and their devotion unwavering. This fleet would be the vanguard of the United Star Systems destruction. He intended to strike hard and fast, blindsiding the United Star Systems Fleet.
He kept telling those fools in the Senate the time to strike was now. He didn�t need to alter any intelligence reports this time around. A careful blend of truth and exaggeration worked well enough. Imperial spy craft reported unusual activity within the United Systems core worlds for months. Large freighters laden with heavy materials on flight paths not previously recorded. They also reported significant movement of personnel in their engineering and logistics wings.
Still the Senate played
it down. �
The Imperial Navy had
already occupied and controlled half of USSF space. Planning was well under way
for the invasion of Sol. Before the operation could be launched, reports of
attacks deep into Empire space circulated. No one had a clue. Only years later
would the Empire learn that what the USSF called
The United Systems maintained aggressive expansion on the wave of their new space superiority. A new era began�a galactic cold war. Not long after the treaty, the Empire withdrew all diplomats and completely closed their borders. They had severed all relations and communications with all other independent worlds.
Now no miracles would
save the United Systems. First, their colonies along the border will burn, then
the fleet won�t stop until they reach Earth. Bannon had no interest in
occupying the grotesque water world. He would raze Earth to the ground, giving no
quarter. He wanted the citizens of the USS to feel the same his ancestors did
during the bombardment of
Bannon would see that day.
****
Bannon ran his fingers through his dark hair, pulling it back. The figure on the screen tapped a finger repeatedly.
�I�m busy, make this quick,� Bannon said.
The man on the screen raised both eyebrows. Bannon despised everything about the man right up to his perfectly parted hair. The annoying and permanent false smile grated Bannon�s nerves.
�
�An operation of this magnitude takes careful planning and attention to detail, do not presume to hurry me.�
�
Bannon opened his mouth to rebut the man�s assertions about their motivations, but thought it better the fool be left with his assumptions.
�Your concerns are noted. I assure you, the operation will be executed in less than 35 days. Marginally longer than our original estimated time window.�
�
Bannon closed the comm link. Too bad the United Star Systems wasn�t populated with fools of the magnitude of his contact. It would have made the coming war far easier.
The intercom beeped.
�
Ah, the target . . . he would enjoy this. He exited his personal quarters and walked with a brisk pace for the command center.
****
The massive warship dwarfed her helpless prey. The largest ship in the Imperial fleet measured 1500 meters from bow to stern. It bristled with the latest laser turrets and missile batteries. Her armor as thick as an asteroid.
A mere ten thousand kilometers ahead a large transport ship carrying six thousand Imperial Slaves drifted�disabled moments ago by a precision laser strike.
�Lord Praetor, the ungrateful, are disabled. Awaiting further instruction,� the weapons officer reported.
Praetor Brutus Bannon stood staring at the 3d holo-display, his hands clasped behind his back hidden by his flowing red cape. Imperial Slaves enjoyed more privileges than even United Star Systems citizens . . . why should any of them rebel against their adoring masters?
Yet here they were six thousand of them, huddled in fear aboard a doomed transport. A transport bound for the Border Worlds Alliance and the �haven� of the United Star Systems. Didn�t these wretches understand they could have been ordinary slaves sold on the black market?
The Emperor felt these �small� legions of absconding slaves did little to influence the psyche of the others. Brutus disagreed. If these ungrateful few escaped without fear of reprisal, it may set a trend. And he would not have escaping Imperial Slaves become a trend.
�Ship to ship,� Brutus ordered.
�Link established, Lord Praetor,� the young centurion replied.
�This is Lord Praetor Brutus Bannon. By attempting to abscond Empire space, with Imperial Citizen Property, you have committed an act of treason against the Empire and the Emperor himself. I am charged to ensure this act is punished and the punishment will deter future misguided attempts to flee.�
The comm was silent for a moment and then it crackled to life.
�
Lord Commander Quintus Scipio stepped forward. �My Lord, the Emperor would frown upon such an extreme action. It may only incite or inspire widespread armed rebellion.�
No doubt, the Lord Commander�s thoughts had turned to the Imperial Slave rebellion fifty years ago. A short but brutal uprising. When it was all over, the Empire culled nearly half of all Imperial Slaves. Brutus turned to face the upstart Lord Commander. His black eyes bored into the subordinate.
�What the Emperor doesn�t know will not hurt him. The absconding vessel detonated their core rather than return to the Empire. That will be your official report.�
Scipio swallowed hard. �My Lord, I must ins��
�Silence, Scipio! Or a similarly twisted tale might befall you! Weapons officer?� Brutus called.
The young officer looked uncomfortable. �Locked and awaiting your order, My Lord.�
�Very well then. The order is given. Fire.�
�Scipio, see to it the necessary reports are taken care of appropriately,� Brutus said.
He didn�t hear an acknowledgement.
�Helmsman, signal the
fleet, resume course and execute. Continue onto
The helmsman acknowledged.
��Scipio?� he called, still staring at the holo-display of the wrecked transport ship.
No response, the Lord
Commander had left the bridge. A possible sympathizer. He would have to monitor
him closely. Brutus swept his cape behind him as he turned for the exit to the command
center. They were three weeks from
He would deal with this problem later. The real mission took precedence.
Chapter 11 � Phoenix
Aaron guided the craft manually
through the atmosphere, triggering a direct burn into low orbit.
A piercing alarm informed him of a weapons lock. Undoubtedly, the scrambled fighters now had authorization for the use of deadly force.
He glanced at her before he refocused on the tactical readout. �Lieutenant, what defenses does this thing have?�
Her face looked a little flush and sullen. The feel of atmospheric combat differed in many ways compared to deep space. Likely, in this situation, she felt helpless. He could empathize with that feeling.
�This isn�t a warship, it�s a high-speed courier!� she blurted.
�It�s used by intelligence services, it must have something special!�
Her face brightened somewhat�a light bulb moment. �Chaff! It�s got chaff! And a grade two jamming suite that�s it . . . I think. But I�ve never used them! I don�t see how they�ll help against fighters.�
He snickered. �Weapons are just one way to establish a tactical advantage. We�ll use what we�ve got.�
The atmospheric patrol fighters had the advantage while in the atmosphere, but soon the pursuit would clear the stratosphere. Orbital defense patrols would be the next problem.
Crazy things happened from time to time, a bored kid stealing daddy�s space yacht�a USSF lunatic on a covert mission. The local system navy never sat idle orbiting a planet twiddling its thumbs. They patrolled deeper out system. Orbital or planetary incidents fell under the purview of local security forces. But this wasn�t an ordinary outlaw.
And this outlaw wasn�t piloting an ordinary ship.
Since when had he started referring to himself as an outlaw?
He finished computing the sequence to jam the radar specific to the pursuing fighter craft. �Jamming their radar now, that should give us a few minutes up front.�
Another warning alarm signaled some form of impending doom. Then again maybe not!
�They�ve locked on! Incoming heat-seeking missiles!� she shouted.
�Well . . . maybe I was wrong.�
She glared at him. �Maybe?!�
�Cool it, spy girl, this is a space affair, you stick to the spying�I�ll handle the flying.�
�You�re barely a level three pilot!�
�Oh? And what level are you, here why don�t you fly��
�Rayne!�
He smirked. �Hang onto something and stand by to punch the chaff when I say.�
A few moments later, the interior rattled and groaned. The tiny courier rocketed through the atmosphere. The missiles were seconds away.
�Aaron!�
She called him by his first name?
He grimaced, straining with the flight controls. �Stand by!�
�The missiles are almost on us!�
He cut the engines and shoved the manual control stick forward, putting them into a deep dive. �Now!�
She obeyed.
The chaff released and the missiles slammed into it. The shock wave tossed the ship like a sea going vessel on a twenty-foot wave.
�
He yanked the stick
back and
To his right, Lieutenant Delaine hunched over, maybe she didn�t want to empty her stomach on the deck.
�Don�t worry, those fighters aren�t built for orbital flight. We�re safe for the time being�now it�s your show. We have about six hours before the local navy arrives. I see a patrol destroyer on a vector to intercept us.�
She finally looked up, brushing her dirty-blond hair from her eyes. Those blue eyes could pierce a soul. He looked away quickly hoping she didn�t notice his lengthy stare.
�Head for these coordinates,� she said.
He looked down at the new set of coordinates she transferred to his console. �There�s nothing out there.�
�There�s something out there, a ship.�
�What kind of ship?� His interest peaked.
�You�ll find out when the time comes, Commander.�
He didn�t want another argument. �Right, setting course now and engaging.� He unstrapped his harness. �I�m going down to check on the others.�
He slid down the ladder, scraping his elbows all the way. Next time he�d just take it one rung at a time.
�How�s our patient,
The XO shook his head. �Not good. Two of those slugs hit him in the back and he�s lost a lot of blood. I�ve stopped the bleeding, but we need a transfusion kit to boost him.�
Besides the distant destroyer, there were no nearby threats. Delaine could step away from the flight deck. �Lieutenant Delaine, get down here now.�
To her credit, she came immediately without a hint of protest.
�He needs a transfusion, get a medkit.�
She trotted off and returned with the kit, taking out a med-scanner.
�Forget the scanner
he�s
Alvarez hooked him up to the transfusion kit, followed by Lee.
The tough fighter had turned a pale shade. All the swag had drained from his features and he looked like death. Two holes in his back.
Aaron knelt and whispered into the fighter�s ear.
�Fight, Lee, Fight.�
****
Aaron sipped on his
favorite carbonated beverage, washing down a gourmet meal of heated meat
patties. Clearly, someone stocked infantry rations aboard
Lee was stable and resting and Vee had joined them on the flight deck.
�He�s going to need surgery to repair the internal damage. The arm well . . . I suppose the USSF will give him the best one,� Alvarez said.
Lieutenant Delaine�s opinion differed. �How about the best bionic arm, designed for mobile infantry? Those arms are rated to lift approximately one ton. They�re coated with tough ceramics yet still largely retain the mobility and flexibility of a real limb. He could even switch it out to a weaponized arm . . .� Her voice trailed off when she saw the look Alvarez was giving her.
�You think he�s some type of �war machine� for you to tinker with as you please! He�s a human being, not an android!�
�Would you rather give him a hook then?� she queried.
The XO lost it. The most levelheaded man Aaron ever knew.
In a fit of rage the ops officer lunged over at Delaine, his eyes bulged and he snarled like a feral beast. Aaron launched himself and managed to grip a scruff of Alvarez�s shirt and pull him back and down into his seat. �Vee, damn it man, what�s got into you?�
The XO looked at him as though he didn�t know him.
�Where did you find this insensitive, heartless��
Aaron shook his friend. �Vee! As you were damnit!� He released him and turned to Lieutenant Delaine.
She�d stepped back a few paces. Wise choice. But more likely, she didn�t want to hurt the XO. Since no doubt she was an unarmed combat expert.
Aaron nodded to her former seat. �Sit.�
She stiffened at first, then complied.
He looked back at Alvarez. �Lee will be taken care of. The important part is�he�s alive. He didn�t lose his head. Whatever arm he wants or gets, is irrelevant. He�ll get one. If you have nothing sensible to contribute, sit and listen. Before we discuss what happened planet side, we need to discuss our immediate situation.�
Aaron shook his head. What happened down there that could compromise Vee�s rock solid composure? He made a point of it to ask him later.
Alvarez stood and left the flight deck.
Aaron didn�t bother to
stop him. Instead, he spoke to Delaine. �We�re three hours from those
coordinates. Initially, I plotted the destroyer to intercept us in six hours.
But with the brilliant use of the gravity well of the sixth outer planet, it�s
accelerated to .6
�That�s classified beyond your level, Commander.�
Instead, he said. �We
are officially operating,
She bit her lip, and
then she tapped a few commands on her personnel device and flicked it over to
his. �It�s a third generation prototype deep space capable stealth vessel,� she
finally said. �Built for covert assault and reconnaissance missions by United
Fleet Advanced Starship Research and Design Division. Designated
Aaron�s eyes widened. Advanced didn�t quite do it justice. �Armaments and defenses?�
�Heavily armored with the latest, thinnest, lightest, but toughest ceramic composite. Enhanced further by reflective polarized field generators, apparently, significantly stronger than the current absorptive type. Main railgun batteries situated port and starboard, with turreted mark-twelve micro-railguns fore, rear, dorsal and ventral. A pair of forward launching anti-capital ship torpedo tubes, sixth-generation close-in weapons system (CIWS) and point defense cannons. Two industrial-sized fabricators for munition and spare part replenishment. And . . .� her voice trailed off suddenly as though she were about to say something she shouldn�t.
Clearly, she knew far more about starships than she let on, or she was adept at reciting things. �Yes? And what?�
�I�m sorry, Commander,� she shook her head. She indeed sounded sincere. �The remaining technologies are beyond classification. Few people know about them besides the designers and the engineers themselves, who the Fleet sequestered to design the ship over the past ten years. Even I do not know the location of the facility or shipyard. What I�ve told you so far regarding its capabilities are advanced versions of starship systems you are already familiar with. The remaining technologies are beyond even my knowledge. The Supreme Commander ordered that those systems remain locked out and that I was not even to discuss the theory. I know this could be a hindrance under certain circumstances.�
Those last words boiled
his blood.
�A
�I understand, sir, but I cannot change what it is. I didn�t build the ship. I merely oversaw logistical requirements of the project.�
�I can�t believe the Supreme Commander would instruct you in such a way regarding this.�
�You think . . . you think I�m lying,� she sounded genuinely hurt.
Not lying, but she was definitely hiding something. The best lies always included parts of the truth. For some reason, Shepherd nor Lieutenant Delaine wanted him to know the full truth about this ship or its capabilities. �No, Lieutenant. I�m sorry . . . let me rephrase.� He paused. �I believe you. It�s more that I can�t believe he would give such an order. Nor can I think of any reason or situation where such an order would make sense. It would be like giving me a new sidearm, just before a ground action yet not telling me about its capabilities and not giving me a reason why you won�t either.�
�Sir, I am in total agreement with you,� Delaine said. �I therefore am of the opinion SC Shepherd, gave that order because either the systems don�t work as designed, or he didn�t expect we would need them. This is a covert mission after all. The ship has no markings and there�s no record of it in any Fleet database.�
�It�s highly peculiar,� Aaron said, �and troubling, but it is what it is. Given you don�t know the functions of those systems, then I don�t believe you could even be aware of a situation where those systems might aid us.�
She nodded her agreement. �Again, I am sorry, sir.� She seemed relieved he let her off the hook so easily.
He nodded. But he was going to find out those secrets some other way. He was beginning to appreciate the nuances of her role as an Intelligence officer, just as she had deferred to him during their excursion planet side and their course of action now.
�One other thing,� he said, glancing at his personnel device and noticing the dimensions and mass of the ship. �That�s a lot of firepower jammed into such a small package. How extensively were the new technologies and the ship itself tested?"
�I am not certain. I
know it underwent rigorous trials, to stress the design. No major design flaws
manifested�
Another half-truth, he was certain it didn�t languish and she wasn�t very good at filling in the blanks. �Lieutenant, it's rather annoying how you stop right when you get to the good part.�
�Sorry, Commander. Until Supreme Commander Shepherd gave orders to ready the ship for our use. I don�t believe that many�if any�of the innovations were approved for inclusion in any new starships currently on the drawing boards. Nor do I believe any of the advanced technology could simply be retrofitted to current ship designs. In the end, the ship might just be a test bed for various new technologies. If there are any further alterations, they will be done before we build the next generation of Fleet ships using the technology.�
�At least she�ll have the distinction of being the only kind of her class.�
�It would seem so, Commander,� she said.
�You seem to know a lot about the ship and USSF plans regarding future ship construction.�
She shrugged. �I was the Supreme Commander�s adjutant. He trusted me to personally handle many aspects related to the logistics of this project. And a great many other projects.�
�Noted.� He scrolled the file on his personnel device. �When we get near, we�re going to trigger the hangar bay door remotely. We need to get inside quickly, take control, and burn for the heliopause. I�m assuming at least some aspect of the stealth system works as designed, otherwise it would be visible to our sensors by now. But at least we know it�s there. That destroyer doesn�t.�
�I defer to your judgment on the plan, Commander,� she said, rising from her seat.
�Oh, just two small issues. First, are there any major differences from the control mechanism of the prototype and current United Fleet starships?�
�As far as I recall, Commander, the interfaces and controls are all familiar to anyone who�s been trained on starship systems. I don�t recall the implementation of any new control methods.�
He still had to ask,
just in case they�d come up with some
�Second, what�s she called?�
Her face twisted. �Called, Commander?�
�Her designation, Lieutenant.�
She shrugged. �It never
had any, only a reference. Project
�
�
�Yes, like the bird that rose out��
�I�m familiar with the tale, Commander. You�re in command.�
United Fleet Ship
�Good then, our window grants us fifteen minutes to dock before the destroyer intercepts. I�m going to study up on these ship specs further. Call me if anything changes.�
�Might I suggest you change, Commander. Your tunic is bloodied.�
He hadn�t realized. He unclasped the front and while pulling it off, his back protested the movement. He tried to stifle the gasp, but it escaped his lips. He needed stronger painkillers. The neglected injury from the projectile strike made itself known in full fury.
Delaine looked over at him from her console, she looked almost concerned.
�Commander, what happened? Did you get hit down there?� she asked.
�It�s nothing. I took a projectile in the armor when I��
She moved toward him. �Arms up, slowly, let me see.�
When he protested, she held up a single finger. �Arms�now.�
He raised his hands slowly, biting down the urge to grimace against the pain. She pulled the tunic over his head, unclasped the body armor and raised his undershirt.
�There�s severe bruising back here.� She reached underneath the control station and pulled out an emergency aid kit. She touched a spot near his ribs on his back. He flinched�whether from pain or her touch he wasn�t sure. �Shallow breathing, pain in your ribs, they�re badly bruised. I�m going to rub this cold fused gel into the affected area. It will react and release a cold treatment to the area every twenty minutes.�
He started to squirm when she touched him.
�Hold still, Commander,� her voice had a light tone, was she holding in laughter? She must enjoy making him squirm.
She rubbed in the gel and placed a reaction bandage over it. �There, all done. That wasn�t so bad was it?�
He kept his head straight. �Ah, no. Thank you. I�m already feeling relief. You have soft hands.�
She rounded in front of him, her face twisted into a mix of confusion and amusement. �Well I hope so . . . I�m not a construction engineer!�
�I mean . . . forget it. Thanks�Lieutenant.�
�You�re welcome, Commander.�
He nodded to her. �We�ll meet back on the flight deck to discuss the events planet side. Fifteen minutes.�
As he made his way down the ladder to the crew deck, he was sure she was holding back a giggle. He�d really made a fool of himself. An attractive woman rubbing his back turned him to putty. Maybe she�d just caught him off guard by suddenly turning into a sensitive and caring person. Without all the spy-front in the way.
That was definitely it.
Chapter 12 � Spy Games
Aaron shuffled through the storage compartment rummaging for his mission gear.
He slipped on a simple pair of slacks, a close fitting shirt�which didn�t restrict circulation�and a simple smooth leather jacket. Each color matching the void outside the ship.
He rummaged some more and finally laid hands on what he was looking for. After glancing at it briefly, he slipped the paper photo into his breast pocket.
He never liked the gym or any form of heavy lifting. A medium frame was easy to maintain and provided less mass for an enemy to hit. Every time he saw huge starship marines, he shook his head. Marines loved to lift heavy and get big and it made them slow and easy targets. In a firefight, speed was life�shoot and move.
Raw strength and large muscles gave untrained people confidence when fists started flying. Lee did him a big favor during the past two years on deep space patrol�the expert fighter trained him in mixed martial art techniques. Everything from Judo to Jujitsu and Boxing to Taekwondo. The kid was a champion martial artist across the core worlds.
The USSF granted the �
The Rigellian Stallion. Lee would get the best damn arm the Fleet could build.
His personnel device beeped. It was time to head back up to the flight deck. He shut the storage compartment, slipped a pulse pistol behind his back inside his waist and exited the crew deck. The ladder to the flight deck was just outside. He climbed each rung slowly, hoping Vee had calmed enough to be himself again.
Lieutenant Delaine sat to the left side of the flight deck and the XO sat all the way to the right. Aaron took the only seat left�the middle. The other seats were positioned slightly behind as the control station swept in a curve in front of each of them, a good place to watch them both.
�Vee, how�s that leg feeling now?�
Alvarez shrugged, just a blank stare. �It�s fine.�
�Right . . . tell us what happened on the surface.�
Alvarez took in a deep
breath. �We arrived on
He then related Lee�s suspicion while returning to the safe room, and the sudden ambush. That�s likely when the projectiles struck Lee in his back. He practically carried the XO despite his own severe injuries. Unimaginable willpower and grit.
Aaron suddenly
understood the reaction from Vee earlier. If not for Lee�s dogged
determination, he might not have made it off
�I think our attackers were Imperial operatives,� Alvarez said, taking out his personnel device and handed it over.
Aaron looked at the images and passed it to Delaine. �What do you think?�
She stared for a long moment at the screen and raised it closer. �I concur with the Lieutenant�s opinion. However, I cannot conclusively say whether they are in fact Imperials.�
�Let�s look at it from all angles,� Aaron said.
She nodded. She was the experienced Intelligence officer so she must have understood his implication.
�First, let�s assume they are in fact Imperial agents. Our mission involves infiltrating the Border Worlds Separatist movement. Why make a direct and hasty attack against us?�
No one answered immediately. Nor did it appear anyone was about to.
�I�m not looking for facts people,� he said. �Let�s speculate. We�re not taking a specific action based on our speculation, but it helps to thrash this out among the three of us. Three unique perspectives, of which I am sure Lieutenant Delaine�yours is the most critical.�
She licked her lips before speaking. �Very well, Commander��
Aaron waved his hands cutting her off. �Stop. You know what, enough with these formalities. Next thing we�ll refer to each other by rank over open comms or in public space or some other silly thing. From now on, I�m Aaron, your outlaw boss. He�s Vee, your brother-in-law or something�no more Lieutenants and Commanders.�
She nodded. �Aye Co�Aaron.�
Vee descended into a fit of laughter.
Aaron looked at him. �Vee?�
He was still laughing. Tears formed in his eyes. Everyone waited until he composed himself.
�I�m sorry, Aaron, oh my . . . that felt good. It�s just . . . the way the Lieu�I mean uh what�s her name again? Forget it. The way she said your name, her mouth twisted like she had tasted raw eggs.�
No one else laughed. The lady spy�s features contorted into a look of confusion and pity.
Aaron sighed. �Right.
Clearly, it formed an image. Glad it tickled you. What
�My first name is Rachael, si�Aaron.�
Vee dissolved into a fit of laughter again.
�Vee, as you were!�
Alvarez took a deep breath. �I�m sorry, Aaron. I�m good, please continue.�
She cut her eyes sharply away from Vee and continued.
�If they were in fact Imperial agents,� she began again, �then I submit it makes no sense to attack us. Unless the Empire is the catalyst behind the Separatist movement within the Border Worlds and they wish to avoid exposure.�
Aaron considered that for a moment. �Is there anything you are aware of which might suggest they are inciting the separatists?�
She shook her head. �Nothing.
It�s not even a working theory inside the Intelligence community.
�Then is it safe,� Vee asked �to discard the thought of Imperial involvement without having infiltrated the separatists?�
�No,� she said. �However, there are other ways to expose Imperial tampering. We�ve uncovered it before and have become very good at locating their spies and imprisoning or deporting them. USSI has a much less offensive spy network in contrast. Not many agents are deployed in the Empire, though there are some. We believe their operatives within the USS have a high turnover rate since we�ve perfected our measures at detecting them. Without infiltrating the Separatist movement, there are many other ways to have assessed it for Imperial taint. The priority for USSI was to identify their leader. Although they seem to have several spokes-persons, we�ve been unable to identify an apparent leader.�
Aaron slapped his thighs. �Which brings us full circle�we can�t even speculate a reason for the attack on our team. What about misdirection regarding our mission, put out by your people?�
�That is not an
uncommon tactic,� she answered, �but in this instance, if they did, then they
Aaron sighed. �This mission is completely off the books. Other than Shepherd, no one else is aware of it. This has to be said . . .�
�Could there be a mole within our inner circle?� Alvarez finished the thought for him.
�It�s not impossible,� Rachael said. �But it�s highly unlikely. Yet, to suggest the United Star Systems is compromised from such a high level? Unless you�re suggesting it�s one of us on the team.�
�If not a mole, a leak somewhere. Maybe someone got careless handling something related to our mission,� Alvarez said.
�That�s the danger of speculation,� Rachael said. �It can take us to extreme possibilities and without further information, extreme paranoia.�
Aaron pondered her words. �With the shenanigans involved in politics, given the state of alert on both sides, and the Border Worlds factor, we could be a piece in a larger part of someone else�s scheme.�
�I concede it is something to bear in mind,� Rachael said. �It would not be the first time elements within a State used their own people for a grand scheme such as you are suggesting.�
�Okay,� Alvarez said, �so we keep that in the back of our minds. I guess this is the part where paranoia sets in.�
Damn, it was a wonder a spy got any sleep. Who could an operative trust? Your own people could disavow you at any moment, an accepted fact of an operative�s life. It�s as though your only ally was your wits. You might feel your cause is just, yet everything is so twisted, upside down, and inside out. You could never be sure on whose behalf or whose interests you were acting. He couldn�t wait to be back on the bridge of a starship patrolling deep space and leave this insanity behind. He had to admire the Lieutenant. It was a tough pill to swallow�the fate of an intelligence officer.
�Indeed, Vee,� she said, �to avoid paranoia getting the better of us, the best we can do is fact check, dig deep, and toss the ideas around as we are doing now. But there�s never a guarantee.�
�I don�t envy your job, Rachael,� Aaron said.
�Neither do I envy either of you. I�ve never been in a spaceship under fire before.�
�Oh it�s nothing compared to this mind boggling spy thing,� Vee said.
She half smiled. �Indeed, you say that from a position of experience, you�ve learned to handle it, just as I have learned to handle my duties. So don�t think yourself any less capable than me,� she said.
Aaron looked at Vee, who was staring back at him.
�Thanks.� They both said.
But Aaron wasn�t finished speculating yet. �Now, moving on from Imperial agents. Could they be Border Worlds operatives? Supposedly chosen or cut to look like Imperials? Do Imperial spies even look clean cut? I figured they would change their typical appearance to avoid the obvious.�
Rachael slipped her hand through her wavy hair and rubbed the back of her head before answering. �Could they be from the Border Worlds? Yes. And yes, regarding the appearance of Imperial citizens. Especially given that persons with such flawless features are assumed to be Imperials or harbor Imperial ideology. As for the appearance of enemy operatives, which USSI has captured, some resemble you and I, and others look like a typical Imperial. While others are drastically different. They vary from extreme to typical and everything in between. Speculation based only on appearance is also ineffective.�
�I suppose that makes sense,� Alvarez said. �Maybe we need to get to a relay network and try reaching the SC and consulting with him on this. He might have learned something or have further insight.�
She shook her head. �I would prefer not to risk exposure, without first encountering further complications. It would take several days before we even received a reply,� she said.
Aaron nodded. �I agree. We�ll continue to play this out until we have something more and need further guidance from the Supreme Commander.�
Aaron drew a deep
breath. �In one month each battle group would have assembled on either side of
the border near the
The console in front demanded attention.
Aaron frowned deeply as he digested the latest tactical readouts. �The destroyer is accelerating beyond known specs.�
�How?� Rachael asked.
�Got me . . . I imagined its captain could squeeze a little more fire from those old engines and we included those calculations in my estimates generously. But he�s not squeezing now. Whoever he is, he�s got his chief jumping up and down on those things pulverizing the life out of them. The only silver lining I see is his engines will have sustained heavy damage by the time he arrives. It would render them incapable of further pursuit. However, he�s going to intercept us before we reach your space chariot.�
Her features tightened �What are our options?�
Aaron looked at his former XO, �Vee?�
�We could coax some more speed too,� he said, checking the readings, �damaging our own engines in the process but it wouldn�t help. Therefore, I�m not sure it�s worth it. The destroyer will intercept us in twenty minutes. We�ll be inside its firing range then. With an emergency breaking maneuver, it�ll be able to slow to combat maneuvering speeds from its current speed.�
Generally, a starship traversed star systems at high sub-light speeds. Depending on the size of the system a ship could take anywhere from two to twenty hours to complete the trip. From such high speeds a ship needed anywhere from fifteen to ninety minutes to decelerate to combat speeds, depending on her specs. This was necessary to stay within the limits and capabilities of inertia compensators. Ships didn�t engage in combat at these high speeds, if you even managed to pass within engagement distance at those speeds, it would be a brief exchange.
In contrast to the capability to accelerate and decelerate to star system hopping speeds in less than an hour, maneuvering at combat speeds was simple. Accelerating or decelerating from ten thousand kilometers a second seemed almost instant when compared to accelerating or decelerating from max sub-light speed.
Unless a pursuing
starship was faster than its target, an overwhelmed opponent could always
decide to retreat. You didn�t engage in combat in open space to the death when
you could flee. Starship combat was not an honorable medieval joust. Combat in
space occurred out of necessity. One side was either defending or attacking an
objective. In this case,
The XO finished evaluating the sensor readouts. �Even though he�s moving a bit fast, he�s likely to get a good shot off at us. I�m going below to secure Lee, in case of any sudden maneuvers.� He limped out of his seat and down the ladder to the crew deck.
�I don�t suppose our chaff would be of any use,� Rachael asked.
Aaron smirked. �No, they most certainly would not.�
�The destroyer is transmitting on open frequency again,� she said.
�U
He looked over at Rachael.
�I don�t think pretending to be pregnant will work this time,� she quickly said.
He snorted. �No, just .
. . there�s nothing to be done. We either surrender or we�re dead and
apparently, this is our
�Surrender isn�t an option. That vessel could likely be compromised by whoever shot at your men on the planet.�
He hadn�t thought of that. �It�s possible but . . . I�m racking my brain here and I�ve got nothing. This isn�t a warship. Our options aren�t limited�they�re nonexistent.�
�Then it was nice to make your acquaintance, Aaron.�
�Was it?�
She nodded. �It was interesting at the very least.�
�I�ll take that. And for what it�s worth, I�m sure we would have worked well together.�
�I thought we already were,� she said, a hint of genuine surprise in her voice.
He snickered. �Well . .
. you
�Rigid?�
He shrugged. �Like stiff.�
�I know what rigid means!�
�Okay, that there,� he said. �See what I mean?�
She glared at him, and then she laughed until tears streaked down her cheeks.
When she composed herself, she said. �I now see how Vee felt. That certainly felt good.�
�Well, I�m glad something tickled you too. It should be my turn to get tickled next.�
�Perhaps,� she said. �However, as you�re all out of tricks. I have one left up my sleeve.�
�That�s my little spy!�
�Don�t push it,
He pressed his lips together in thin line.
�I�m sending a signal
to XN�sorry�
�There�s someone aboard?� Why hadn�t she mentioned that?
She gave him a curious look. �Of course, you think it flew itself out here?�
�Well, anything�s possible where you people are concerned. How do I know you didn�t design some sentient AI to go along with your secret ship and the damn thing can�t fly itself?�
�Point taken. But no. I think you�ll be surprised.�
�Why didn�t you signal it before?� Aaron asked.
�As you know that would give away its position and confirm its location to the Destroyer. And you claimed we would reach the coordinates before the destroyer intercepted us, do you recall?�
�Still it was a critical thing to know.�
�Not until now,� she said.
�You�re going to have to reconsider some of your spying rule set for the remainder of this mission.�
She shrugged. �Spies are flexible. Sending your pre-recorded message now.�
�My pre��
A familiar voice boomed over the speakers.
�
It was Yuri �Flaps� Miroslav�the little hotshot pilot was aboard the waiting ship.
�Flaps! Who else is there with you?�
�
Rachael cut him off. �Silence, young man. This is an open frequency, encrypted or not the signal may be picked to pieces later. I�m sending recognition codes now. The destroyer on your scans will intercept us prior to matching course and speed with you. You will engage engines, come to full power and get to us before them.�
She continued. �If you can disable the destroyer, do so, I am reliably informed one shot could finish us.�
The minutes felt like hours and then Alvarez returned to the flight deck.
�Lee�s good. Strapped him down tight. He won�t budge,� he said.
Aaron nodded and cleared his throat. �Ensign, listen carefully. This is what we�re going to do.� He outlined the plan to the hotshot pilot.
The destroyer and
An alarm blared and Vee silenced it as he called out. �Missiles in the black. Vectoring in from the destroyer!�
Aaron gritted his teeth. �Ensign!�
�
Rachael�s face went several shades whiter. �Stand by?�
A point defense barrage
erupted from
�Well done, Ensign! Now, stand by for flank acceleration, if you don�t burn off your momentum, you�ll destroy us with your tail.�
�
�Don�t get cocky, Flaps�stand by!�
�Now, Ensign, punch
it!� he said, as he initiated an emergency deceleration on
At a very specific
point, obviously calculated and triple checked by the human operators with assistance
from the computer,
If the calculations had been more than a few seconds off, the prototype ship would be a prototype slag of metal.
Miroslav�s voice filled
the deck again. �
�Nice to be here, Ensign. Flank speed for the heliopause. Fire a few warning shots from the aft railgun at that destroyer, just in case he�s thinking about pursuing.�
�
��Somehow,� Rachael said to Aaron, �after what he just saw, I don�t think he�ll be very eager.�
�
Thirty-three days.
It would be thirty days at high warp to the Frontier. That left three days to do what little they could. Their timeline hadn�t drastically shortened.
It had shattered into a million tiny pieces.
Chapter 13 � Honor Guide Us
Quintus squinted at the disheveled appearance of the figure on the monitor.
�Platus,� he said instead, �you have seen better days, brother.�
Platus blew out a
heavy breath, the comm interference gave his voice a gritty sound. �
�What happened on
Platus paused a moment to compose himself.
�
�Brilliant, Platus . . . the citation on the award from the Emperor said brilliant, not reckless.�
�
�Despite that, Platus,
you did good. My contact in the USSF has not revealed the team�s identity to
me. You need to find them on
�
�Very interesting indeed, Platus. Forward the data through the link. I will have Intel over here analyze it and see if they can provide any useful information about it or its origins.�
�
�Honor guide us,� Quintus said, and closed the link.
Chapter 14 � No Shenanigans!
Aaron didn�t flinch.
�Fine,� the miserable doctor finally said.
Aaron didn�t think it was possible the irate physician could be any more sullen than he already was. Mainly because it seemed the skilled medical practitioner already embodied the aura of a grouchy old medicine man.
�Great!� Aaron said, smacking the doctor�s shoulder.
Dr. Max Tanner looked at Aaron over his reading glasses. �I�m just going to come aboard your rusted bucket of bolts, fix your man and I�ll be off. No shenanigans you hear me?�
Aaron nodded. �That�s all we need. No shenanigans.�
****
Aaron strode along deck three, accompanied by Max. Similar to the bridge, sickbay was located near amidships, which offered the most protection. A far more ideal location than having one of the nerve centers of ship operations�the bridge�sitting on the outer hull where it could be used for target practice. He never understood why early starship designers had exposed the bridge to such dangers. A few vaporized bridges later�they�d reconsidered.
Initially, Aaron
planned to deliver Lee into the care of a United Systems hospital, however, the
best one was five days off their current course setting. They couldn�t afford
to delay their arrival at the Border Worlds any longer. The leading bionic
surgeon in the USS, Max Tanner, was attending a conference on
And the deviation to
When Max finished he said. �I�m going to need an assistant.�
Aaron had just the person in mind. �Miroslav, Rayne here. Get down to the medical bay.�
Several minutes later Miroslav burst into the room gasping. �Commander, how can I help?�
�Lee is about to undergo surgery, Dr. Tanner here is going to need a good assistant,� he said.
The pilot�s shoulders drooped. �I�m not sure how I qualify, sir,� he said.
�You have an advanced first aid certificate, Flaps.� The cocky space aviator was about to argue further and Aaron held up his hand. �And you�re a pilot, you have steady hands. Assist the doctor. No more questions.� He turned back to Max. �Is there anything I can do, Max?�
Max snorted�a very unpleasant sound. �You can get out of our way and don�t disturb us for another six hours.�
Flaps seemed about to burst. Aaron silenced him with a glare.
�Six hours,� Aaron said. �Then we drop you off and we�re gone.�
�No shenanigans you, little rascal, I know you.�
Flaps looked at Aaron. �Rascal?� he enquired.
Aaron almost snickered but kept his tone neutral. �Quiet, Flaps, unless you want to fly paper planes from here on out.�
The helmsman had a look of confusion. �Aye, sir,� he said.
One hour after the
operation commenced, Aaron sat on the bridge in the command chair as
****
Aaron�s comm buzzed�it
was Max. �
Aaron vaulted off the bridge and down to deck three, nearly running head first into the sickbay doors before they parted to admit him. Someday, he was going to crack his skull on those slow doors.
Relief washed over him. He was surprised to see Lee sitting up in a recovery bed and staring at him.
Max approached and began his tirade. �Surgery was a success�I repaired his internal injuries caused by the projectiles to the back. That was easy. Then I prepped his arm and attached the prototype we brought aboard.�
Aaron raised an eyebrow. �All that in six hours?�
Max cackled. �Five hours and twenty minutes, actually. What? You think this is the dark ages of medicine? Cracking open a man�s chest to repair and unblock an artery? I�m a doctor, not a butcher. It took two hours just to adjust and test the link between his brain and the arm. That�s the hardest part of attaching a prototype bionic.�
�Max, you didn�t mention a prototype. You think Lee is an experiment?�
�No,� Max said. �But I have some theories on certain neurological mysteries plaguing medicine for some time. I could use a brain like yours to test it on since obviously it�s not working properly.�
Aaron put on his most harmless and innocent face. �What are you on about now, Max?�
�You thought I wouldn�t feel the jump to warp�I did. I was too concerned with my patient, however, to abandon him mid surgery. Not that I had anywhere to go. I said no shenanigans. I demand to know where you are taking me.�
Aaron grinned. �Well,
Max, truth is after what happened to Lee, we need a physician on this mission.
And he needed immediate help. Unfortunately, our timeline necessitated our
prompt departure from
�Rayne! What mission? You know I hate prolonged spaceflight. I am going to cut your nuts off without anesthesia!�
�Well, that seems mildly inappropriate for such a minor transgression on my part. I wouldn�t have brought you along if I had another choice, you know that!�
The doctor�s voice raised several octaves. �Brought me along? You didn�t bring me anywhere, you�ve abducted me!�
�Calm down before you get a stroke or worse,� Aaron said.
�The only reason I don�t strangle you here and now is because I hate those stupid conferences, anyway. I have to endure them each year just to receive funding from tech-5 corporations. You have guest quarters I assume?�
Aaron nodded. �Ensign, show the cranky Dr. Hyde here to some suitable accommodations.�
The doctor fell in step with Miroslav and the two moved toward the exit. As they walked away, Aaron could hear Max issuing demands to the hotshot pilot.
��Keep this ship steady now hear? No sudden course changes, full power on the inertia compensator thing. No flying in atmosphere and���
They were gone. Aaron turned his attention to Lee. He couldn�t help but stare at the arm. Its smooth metallic finish reflected the overhead lights. The servo in the elbow was barely noticeable.
�How�s the karate kid feeling?� he asked.
Lee pushed himself up a bit. �Truthfully, Commander, I feel fine. A bit stiff in the back, but the doc said that�s a side effect of the medical nanites. It�ll pass within a day. They didn�t tell me anything when they woke me. Just summoned you. How�s Vee? What happened? Who attacked us?�
�Vee�s fine. We used a
dose of nanites on his leg, repaired it within six hours of boarding
�
Aaron filled in Lee
from the moment he dragged him and Vee into
Alvarez sauntered in.
Lee laughed hard. �I feel special.�
�Special? What�s the joke?� Alvarez asked.
�You guys space-jacked a doctor just for me. I�m really touched,� Lee said.
Aaron snickered. �Yeah well there�s only one Rigellian Stallion, and he�s my tactical officer, my crew and my friend.� Immediately he wished he hadn�t mentioned the fighter�s nickname.
Lee held up his new arm. �I don�t think I�ll be competing anymore.�
�Lee, you could take it off and you�d still win!� Aaron said.
A long moment passed. Lee just stared. Was the joke too morbid�too soon?
Then he laughed hard again.
�I�ll get an assistant to hold it for me when I take it off�I�ll give it to Vee,� he said.
Vee looked like someone shot his pet poodle. �That�s not funny at all.�
Lee waved him off. �Come on, Vee. This is nothing. The doc says I could lift up to one ton with this new arm. I could launch a man clear across twenty meters or something. A human shot-put.� The fighter grinned maniacally. �Just imagine what I can do to anyone who tries anything in the future.�
�I�m sorry, Lee,� Vee said.
�For what, Vee?�
�It�s just the last thing you said to me was, you�d make sure I kept my limbs . . . and now here you are missing your�original one.�
�Vee. Stop,� Lee said.
�If you�re going to mope about
Aaron threw his hands up�these two constantly argued like a worried parent and child. �Vee, if you feel so strongly about it, just have the doctor give you one too!�
Another long moment stretched. Then laughter filled the medical bay.
Chapter 15 � Shenanigans!
Four weeks didn�t exactly warp by.
When there�s a virtual clock counting down the time to your destination, it slows your perception of the passage of time��similar to approaching the event horizon of a black hole.
The first week Aaron had
immersed himself in the technical specifications of
The second week Lee had started training sessions in the ship�s gym. The upbeat bionic man only used one hand when sparring, yet he still knocked Aaron flat. If Lee had sensed anyone was trying to go easy, the impulsive youngster was likely to whack the offender with his new arm. Lee wouldn�t accept any pandering or pitying.
Even Vee joined the training sessions. If the XO felt any misplaced pity for the tactical officer, he quickly lost it when the latter tossed him across the gym floor each day.
Whenever Rachael had joined the sparring sessions, Aaron had blabbed an excuse about checking on an imbalance in the power actuators and some other �very important work� and exited the gym. From then on before going back, he�d called Vee to make sure the coast was clear. On one occasion, the conniving XO had tricked him. She was there when he said she wasn�t. But Aaron wouldn�t be suckered so easily. He had quickly feigned some nonexistent injury to his rib from sparring the day before, and mumbled a few curses under his breath at Vee on leaving.
The third week they�d all pretty much settled into a routine. The ship was running surprisingly smooth given the skeleton crew. Even with impressive advances in automation aboard starships, a complement of seventy-five was the ideal number to crew the ship. With just the six of them aboard, they had to jury-rig some remote functions and each person controlled more than they should. Outside of combat or other starship related duties, the difference in crew wouldn�t be telling. They had established an ordinary twelve-hour work shift with one person on watch on the bridge each shift and one person off rotation each day.
The fourth week, Lee was instructing them in advanced shooting drills. The tactical officer wasn�t just a champion martial artist�he was a crack shot. Lee used the fabricator to build some projectile weapons and ammunition. The sharpshooter eagerly busted open the armory for the pulse laser weaponry�pulse pistols and rifles. He was trying to train his arm to be sensitive enough to handle a weapon. The first couple of times he tried he crushed the weapon outright and with a few more adjustments he�d mastered it.
Flaps had popped in from time to time but didn�t spar. He stuck to a rigid cardio program given to him by Lee. The rest of the time, he could be found down in the auxiliary craft bay tinkering with the ship�s complement of auxiliary patrol craft.
Max didn�t take part in weapons or physical training but he sure did provide moral support. He usually sat in during sparring sessions. He�d had himself a good laugh on the firing range when Lee crushed several weapons with the bionic arm�all while reading his paper books. Lee was all too happy to print them for the doctor from the ship�s library using the fabricator. No one knew what the doctor was reading. The cover was blank.
In twenty-four hours,
****
Avery Alvarez swore as he hit his head for the third time underneath the control panel he�d disassembled.
His head throbbed. Either from the knocks against the console or the frustration of his failed tinkering the past few weeks. He wasn�t sure. He was so close now. He could feel it in his bones. He was resolute in his determination to gain access to the locked off systems.
Footsteps on the deck reached his ear and he slid out from under the console. It wasn�t whom he expected.
�Lieutenant Delaine,� he said, staring up at her.
�Please call me Rachael, Avery.�
�Right, forgot. Rachael, what can I help you with?�
She shrugged. �Not
much. I noticed the Commander seems to be avoiding me, though I�m not sure why.
He�s in the gym at the moment and I opted to give him the space. I thought we
moved past a rough introduction and were getting along quite well since we left
�Alvarez chuckled. �I don�t think that�s it at all. If I know Aaron well, and I do, he�d need a very good reason to dislike you. It�s just his way.�
�He�s not what I expected,� she said.
�What did you expect?�
She sat on the deck next to him. �A rigid naval officer, marching around and saluting everywhere he went.�
Now Alvarez laughed.
�Rachael,� he said. �Deep space is too lonely a place to lock yourself behind walls of discipline and parading. It has its place. But once the chain of command is respected and the crew follows all lawful orders, Aaron probably wouldn�t care if they turned up on the bridge out of uniform. Well not quite that relaxed, but you get what I�m saying right?�
�I think I do. But he
also seems a bit more closed off since
Alvarez slid back
under the console. �Remember,
�
�Indeed,� Alvarez said. �His parents migrated from Earth as skilled workers before he was born. Patrick Rayne is an engineer and Anna�s a doctor.�
He inserted the datachip into his personnel device and the resulting beep signaled his success.
Alvarez, scrambled to his feet.
�What is it?� she asked.
�I�ve unlocked access to this particularly difficult system. Let�s see . . .� He cycled through the newly accessible system: Gravity Wave Dispersion. He selected it and scrolled to the designer�s notes.
�Now that�s quite interesting,� he said. �I�m going to finish here and download these schematics and manuals to my handheld. I�ve got a lot of studying to do. I�ll also have to brief the Commander on what I�ve uncovered so far.�
She stood. �Very well, I think I might brave the gym once you have him tied up.�
Vee smiled and packed his toolkit. If Aaron was avoiding Rachael, it probably meant he felt awkward around her for some reason. He�d better get over it and fast, before it compromised the mission.
****
The auxiliary craft bay
was the single largest area on the ship. The intense light washed across the
bay. It reflected from the four sleek
The interior forward section could seat up to four persons. Ideally only two were required to operate the craft�a pilot and an ops officer. The rear section contained a small cabin with four bunks, two on each side of the port and starboard bulkhead. The cargo hold was about the size of an old mechanic shop and contained compressed food sources to last for a year in space�more if rationed.
Recessed into the
dorsal and ventral hull was the miniature version to the turreted railguns on
These new strike craft were four times the size of an old obsolete space-superiority fighter. Their long-range capability also made them versatile. A forward micro-torpedo launcher carried a magazine of ten unguided torpedo projectiles�smaller versions of anti-battleship ordnance. Those powerful torpedoes were built for the sole purpose of wrecking large capital ships. Finally, several small point defense cannons provided three hundred and sixty degrees of coverage.
Miroslav completed his
external inspection�and admiration�of the craft. Tracing a finger along the
line of the outer hull as he walked to the rear ramp to board. He chose the one
designated
�Why hello there, Flaps,� the doctor said.
�You are one creepy doctor,� Miroslav said, raising his hand to his chest to steady his beating heart. �What were you doing in there?�
�I wasn�t doing anything. I was reading my novel when I saw you prowling around outside.�
�Prowling! I�m the pilot here . . . I�m inspecting my craft. Go read your paper story in your assigned quarters.�
�But I like being here, no one can find me so easily.�
He thought of another way the man could hide. �No one would find you if you spaced yourself either,� Miroslav said.
The creepy man laughed. �You�ve been hanging around Lee and the Commander too much, and I�m taking a break from my book for now. May I keep your company?�
�Why sure,� Miroslav said, as he slammed a fist against the control to raise the ramp behind them.
�What are you doing, Flaps?�
�Stop calling me that. Only the crew calls me that.� Really, Miroslav didn�t care. He just wanted to push the doctor�s buttons.
�Very well, what are you doing, Ensign?�
�I�m taking the ship for a test flight to see how she responds. Might take her into an atmosphere too.�
The color drained from Max�s face. �The Commander authorized this?�
�Of course! Sit tight. It�ll be one wild ride!�
�I don�t think so, let me off.�
�Relax, doc, I�m joking,� Miroslav said. �Come on up to the flight deck, let�s have a look together. And of course you can call me Flaps. After all you saved Lee, so you�re a part of this crew now.�
Max frowned. �I�d rather not be since I was quite fine with my boring planet-side life.�
Miroslav didn�t reply as they climbed the ladder to the flight deck.
�Impressive,� Miroslav
said, as he sat behind the helm. �Very sleek, I like it. This feels like it
could be my first command. Captain Yuri Miroslav of the USSF
�Catchy, I like it,� Max said.
�Someday . . . I hope.�
�I�m sure of it,� Max said. �You mind if I ask how you got the callsign?�
Miroslav laughed. �Sure, doc, it�s been two years now. Lee�s jokes don�t really sting as much anymore.�
He fiddled with some
of the controls, initiating a systems check. �In the academy, flight cadets
train on old atmospheric jets, learning to fly and think under pressure. It�s
not as forgiving as spaceflight. After three months, we progressed from
simulators to the real thing, ready to take our first real flight. Accompanied
by an instructor of course. It�s nothing really, I was lining up for my landing
and I couldn�t kill my airspeed. I was coming in too fast. I panicked and
couldn�t understand what I�d missed. Then the instructor starts yelling over
the comm,
�Anyway, I know I�m
better than all the other selectees. None of them beat me in space or
atmosphere combat simulations during our training. I got so famous around the
academy I even beat Fleet pilots who came just to challenge me. But it isn�t
wartime. The Fleet doesn�t have need of a juvenile expert like me. The
Commander is the only one who appreciated my skill. When I first came aboard
The doctor smirked. �It could have been worse, they could have called you �Crash�.�
Miroslav supposed that was true. �Given the alternative, it seems I got the better of the two. Your turn, doc, how do you know the Commander so well?�
Tanner held up a hand.
�Please call me Max,� he said, then he sighed heavily. �Before I left the Fleet
to join a team researching advanced bionics, I served aboard
Miroslav snorted. �So you share a love of crappy old make believe stories. Why does it seem you�re so fond of each other?�
�You got all that from the sickbay?�
�Sure,� Miroslav said.
�I�m pretty much in tune with the Commander now, as opposed to when I first
boarded
�You tend to develop a
keen sense of gratitude and closeness with someone who�s saved your life. The
Miroslav couldn�t remember the last time anyone or anything left him speechless.
Max continued. �Maybe it�s because he doesn�t like to lose, who knows, but that�s one thing some of the Fleet brass holds against him. They�re afraid he can�t put the needs of the many ahead of the needs of the few.�
That was the largest pile of horse manure Miroslav could ever recall hearing. �They say I�m just a kid and I don�t know anything. But one thing I know is many people throughout history used the excuse of protecting many at the expense of a few, to justify despicable acts. So if the Commander cares about everyone from the smallest fledgling colony to the largest tech-5 world, then I say we�re lucky to have such a man leading us.�
Max smiled. �I couldn�t have said it better myself, Flaps.�
****
Aaron approached the doors to the gym. He�d checked in with Vee two hours before, the XO told him Rachael wasn�t there at the time. Aaron tricked the tricky XO. She must have been there, and if Vee was being Vee�then the gym should be empty now.
That was a mistake.
The gym was full. Everyone was there. Damn Vee must have figured he�d do this.
�Ah! The whole gang is here, looks full I�ll pop back in��
Lee stepped forward. �Oh no just hang on, Commander, Lieutenant Delaine needs a sparring partner. Flaps has Vee and Dr. Tanner is just sitting there watching�says he can�t endanger his precious hands. One day left, time for the final session.�
Rachael taunted him. �What�s the matter, Commander? Frightened a mere spy will knock you off your space boots?�
She�d better be careful; he�d mastered the art of getting inside someone�s head. �You do look kind of fragile.�
Her playful smile faded as quickly as it had appeared.
�That�s an advantage in my work,� she said.
Lee sounded overly cheerful. �Good, front and center, I�ll referee as usual. Whenever ya�ll are ready, just give each other a nod and go.�
They both stepped to the center of the padded deck. On the far side of the gym, Vee and Miroslav stopped their jostling and turned their attention to the new pair on center stage.
Aaron nodded to her and she returned the nod.
They both crouched, arms raised. A good stance for boxing. They pivoted and stepped around each other in circles for a few moments.
�Aaron,� she said. �Are you ready to begin?�
�No one lives forever.�
He pivoted in toward
her and jabbed a couple times, she deflected them while stepping back. He
jabbed again, this time, she stepped left and grabbed his arm and pulled him in
toward her, a mere half inch from her face. He looked directly into her eyes
and froze�
�Oh good one, Lieutenant!� Lee cheered. �I�d have done the same. No offense, Commander.�
Aaron shook his head. �None taken, Lee. Either our spy is a quick learner or you�re a good teacher. I�m inclined towards the latter.�
This time she lunged in with a jab of her own, a definite feign. The movement in the corner of his eye warned him and he ducked under her right cross and tackled her at the waist. He lifted her into the air and dropped her on the mat. It was her turn to gasp for wind.
She wrapped her legs around his hips. He leaned in to punch her. She shifted her hips and twisted throwing him over onto the carpeted deck hard. She swiveled on top, straddling him.
He flipped his hips up enough to throw her forward and wrapped his arms around her neck. He held her down close to him. It forced her to use her arms to brace herself against the deck. She couldn�t strike at him without losing her position. She raised her palms off the deck to strike and he shifted to rock her over, forcing her to brace.
He tightened his grip around her neck, pulled her head down below his chin and he breathed into her ear.
�You know I think you�re enjoying this.�
�Really? I�m on top�I have you at a disadvantage. I�m winning,� she replied, catching for breath.
�Oh you�re winning alright, but I don�t think that�s what you�re enjoying. I think you enjoy being in control. I�ll stop fighting and let you hold me down if you like.�
Her mouth twisted into a snarl and she raised her arm off the deck to strike him again. He caught the arm and spun on his back. He raised the back of his knee above her neck and the other across her chest. He pulled down on her arm between his legs until she tapped the deck with the other arm.
He let go and spun to his feet.
Lee was clapping. �Well done, Commander! I thought she had you there for a second. Lieutenant, how could you let him get up from there?�
She rose to her feet breathing hard. �Forget it.� She grabbed her hand towel and left. Lee was clueless. �Was it something I said?�
Vee walked over and whacked Aaron on the back. �It�s not you, Lee. Remember our Commander here has a unique way of getting under people�s skin. Even the most stoic of us. Isn�t that right, Aaron?�
Aaron was grinning. �All I did was asked her if she liked being in control . . .�
Max sounded off from where he sat. �Shenanigans. He got into that poor girl�s head. Shame on you.�
Before anyone could reply to that, an alarm blared and the deck rattled.
The ship was no longer at warp.
Chapter 16 � Article 39
�We�ve dropped from warp,� Vee said.
He voiced what everyone knew. They stared at each other for a moment. It was likely the others were wondering the same thing as Aaron�what could have pulled them from warp?
�Get to the bridge and prepare this dragon to fight. Unless the drive malfunctioned, we�ve been interdicted.�
Tech-5 star systems had interdiction drones strategically patrolling at specific light year intervals around them. Since planetary bodies orbited their stars, entering the system from a particular vector in the interstellar medium did not guarantee you would enter the side of the star system closest to its habitable world. However, planetary orbits of mapped star systems were tracked and recorded by computers. Therefore, defense operators programmed their drones to patrol along these vectors with higher frequency.
Interdiction drones were small spacecraft similar to probes. They formed part of the interdiction network around a star system wishing to prevent unknown or unauthorized ships operating within their space. If a ship came within the influence of one while at warp, it disrupted the ship�s warp field, and prevented it from creating another.
These drones worked in tandem with other planetary defenses�massive sensor arrays and multiple sensor relays. Operators could manually guide the drones to intercept detected vessels which didn�t broadcast the correct authorization or transponder.
Prior to the ability to
detect ships at high warp speeds, the drones used to patrol randomly. Then twenty-third
century renowned scientist Doctor Casi Newson, successfully tested a technology
to detect gravity waves. A ship at warp pushed gravity waves ahead of it. Due
to the nature of how the warp bubble kept the ship contained, these gravity
waves intensified when traveling at higher multiples of
Lieutenant Delaine was already on the bridge. She didn�t look up from her station as Aaron entered.
�Interdiction drone pulled us from warp,� she said. �Two Border Worlds navy ships, directly ahead. Our warp capabilities are offline.�
Vee reported from the
ops station. �Two
Aaron sat on the edge
of the command chair, these weren�t USSF ships�they were local Border Worlds
Navy. The transponder used by
�Receiving a hail, Commander,� Vee said.
�
�Aaron, we can�t fire on a USS member world�s ships,� Vee said.
�We can�t let them destroy us either,� Flaps added.
�They�re firing!� Lee said.
A volley from the forward railguns on the lead ship cruised harmlessly by millions of kilometers away. A warning shot. The lead destroyer was signaling its intent.
�Commander?� Vee asked.
�Gravity wave dispersion,� Aaron said. �The system you unlocked, Vee. I have to access it and grant command authorization. Stall them. Take over and open a channel to the lead ship. I need a minute here.�
�Aye, Commander.�
�Destroyer Captain,� Vee began, �this vessel possesses advanced weaponry. If you attempt to board her, you will be destroyed. If you impede our progress you will be destroyed.�
The blood drained from Aaron�s face, when he said stall them, he hadn�t considered Vee would threaten them! He moved over to Flaps and Lee whose stations were side by side. �Ensign, pre-programmed course, right underneath them, flank speed. Lee, those matter-antimatter torpedoes, input an updating firing solution for them to detonate one million kilometers in front those ships after we�ve passed.�
In the background, he overheard Vee, �We intend no harm to the Border Worlds or USSF, but if attacked we will defend��
The destroyer captain
cut in. �
�Vee, command authority is entered in the system, stand by to activate the gravity wave dispersion and engage full stealth protocols once we�re clear,� Aaron said.
�Lee, target the interdiction drone. Vee, polarize the armor. Ensign, on my order execute planned maneuvers. Stand by, Lee.�
He watched on the tactical display as the destroyers closed to their optimal weapons range. One would cut them off from making the jump to light speed�the other would pound them from the flanks. The holographic representation of what the ship�s sensors detected also displayed on a screen nearby. His focus alternated between the two.
The first destroyer
blew past
The ship heaved under the impact of the destroyer�s passing volley.
�The armor is intact,� Vee reported. �Reflective polarization definitely keeping it together, minor stress along starboard armor plates, no internal damage.�
Aaron knew Flaps and Lee were both ready. He wanted a specific sequence executed. They knew him wee and they would wait for his precise orders during these time sensitive tactical maneuvers. �Stand by, gentlemen . . . Miroslav, punch it . . . Lee, weapons free.�
Similar to a swift
kick to the rear of a horse,
As
Aaron shouted above some lingering railgun impacts. �Now, Ensign! Vee, activate the gravity wave dispersion.�
�Done. Computer informs its functioning within normal parameters,� Vee said.
�.4
Before accelerating to
multiples of
The gravity wave dispersion
system should prevent planetary defenses from tracking
�1000
If the order puzzled the young Ensign, he didn�t show it.
�Aye, sir, 1000
�Commander,� Vee said
from his station. �That speed will delay our arrival at
�It�s just until we get closer,� Aaron said. �Disable the transponder, it�s useless. We�ll have to find clever ways to stay hidden from here on out.�
�Commander,� Lee said.
�I�ve made myself familiar with local phenomena to this region. Emission nebula
�What�s our ETA to the nebula?� Aaron asked.
�Six hours at present speed,� Lee replied.
�Do it. But don�t take
the ship inside, hold station within one light-hour of the nebula
A prototype starship must have prototype support craft. He knew Flaps had been spending unhealthy hours in the hangar.
�Flaps, you�ve been
familiarizing yourself with the
�Aye, I�m on it, Commander,� Flaps said. He rose and left the bridge.
Max burst onto the bridge. �What was all the excitement about?�
�Two Border Worlds destroyers engaged us,� Aaron said. �We�re clear for now, headed for a nebula. Our transponder is useless, we�re sneaking in from here on out.�
�Right, good job. If everyone�s okay, I�ll get back to my important business. The detective is about to find out who did it. I�d hate to have my atoms scattered across this sector before I find out who done it.�
Was he really referring to his paper novel at a time like this? Max was a man clearly unmoved by the events of the universe.
�Give us a few
minutes,� Aaron said. �Let�s wrap our heads around what our course diversion
means for our plans on
Rachael came over and joined Max and Aaron at the command chair. Lee swiveled to face them.
Aaron stood and moved
to the back of the bridge where they followed him. They all stood around a
holo-table. He brought up a three dimensional view of
�Let�s make sure we�re all on the same page,� he said.
She nodded and explained to the group the initial contact a supposed Separatist made with USSI. Supreme Commander Shepherd personally handled the communications and over a period, they confirmed the individual as a reliable source.
�Finally,� she said. �Based on the source�s knowledge and revelations, we believe they are either a military officer, or a civilian highly placed within the government,� she concluded.
Aaron continued. �Our last known contact was here,� he said, pointing to a triangle shaped icon with the apex inverted. �We don�t know who he or she is. We only information the source provided has been independently confirmed by Rachael�s people prior to our arrival. Despite the unknowns, Shepherd felt strongly we had to jump at any opportunity given the exigency of the situation. He provided us with a set of coordinates to transmit a pre-arranged code.�
The Border Worlds was born in conflict.
�Commander,� Lee said. �What�s our course of action if we�re unable to locate the contact?�
�Unless we can find
someone else willing to expose the conspiracy within the USS. Then our two
fleets are likely to clash. Kicking off an interstellar war that will make the
last war seem like a skirmish. Flaps will take Lee, Rachael and myself to
There were none.
Aaron continued. �The
team will use the smuggling route USSI provided, to land on
Rachael furrowed her
brow. �Plan �
Lee had an excited grin on his face. �How many, Commander?�
�Lots of them.�
****
Aaron left the bridge heading to his quarters for his equipment bag. He wasn�t far before Max caught up with him.
�Aaron, I�m not USSF personnel, you can�t order me to go anywhere.�
Aaron kept walking.
�Article 39 of the USSF emergency convention states: �during a
�Really . . . Article 39 . . . I�ve never heard of that number, doesn�t it stop at 30?�
�Only officers of commander rank and above are aware of the order.�
Max�s nostrils flared.
�That�s great! If only you�re aware of it, how
�Because, commanders are in positions of trust and have in depth knowledge of Fleet movements, defenses and emergency protocols,� he grinned. �And since I am well trusted, you have to trust that my word is true.�
�Perhaps if this were coming from another USSF commander, I�d believe in the remote possibility this Article 39 existed,� Max said.
They rounded the aft corridor on the crew deck, stopping in front Aaron�s Quarters. �But?� Aaron asked.
�But coming from you, I call shenanigans.�
�Max, if you want to stay and keep Vee company, then do so. I hope he forces you to run diagnostic checks on all the backup systems.�
The doors to Aaron�s
quarters closed cutting off whatever Max mumbled which sounded something like �
Chapter 17 � Mission given, Mission accomplished
A paltry one billion
out of
Nearly an hour ago the Commander and Lieutenant Delaine made their way up into a nearby atmospheric tower to rendezvous with the Separatist contact. Lee and Miroslav sat in a booth in what Lee supposed was a classy diner. They would provide backing for the Commander if the need arose. He loathed all this sitting and waiting. He was certain the Commander despised this duty as much as he did. In fact, he�d only agreed to volunteer for the mission because they said the Commander would need his skills.
If Commander Rayne ordered him to decompress an airlock and blast himself into space without a suit�he would. He would follow him to the end.
Everyone else might feel he was impulsive, maybe rash, but he was command material compared to the puny flyboy Yuri �Flaps� Miroslav. The kid�s ego was larger than a star�s corona. While Lee could appreciate the intricacies involved in clandestine ops, he wasn�t quite sure about Flaps. How could the USSF possibly think it was a good idea to let someone so young near the controls of a starship?
The annoying pilot asked the same question again, for what seemed like the tenth time in less than an hour.
�So what are we looking for, Lee?�
Lee drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He looked at Flaps. It seemed on this mission Lee would be playing the role of Vee. He set the gear with his �toys� down next to them as the server delivered their order.
�Anything unusual. I don�t know. If I see it, I�ll tell you what it is.�
�I hate being in one place so long. I mean sitting and piloting is one thing, but just sitting here staring out, at who knows what, waiting for who knows what, and just�
The kid�s nickname was more appropriate than anyone thought. Sometimes he believed the pilot made up the whole story about forgetting to deploy the mechanism to slow his atmosphere jet to a safe speed.
It was far more likely he got the name because his mouth never seemed to stop flapping.
�Flaps . . . quiet.
You�re disturbing me. Whether you feel threatened or not, make no mistake�we
are in some form of danger just by being here. We don�t know who might be aware
of our mission or who might be expecting us. This assignment has too many unknowns.
Don�t forget Rigel
Miroslav sipped his dark beverage. �I think you�re reading too much into this,� he said, smacking his lips. �You�re hanging around the spy lady too much. She�s contaminated all of you with her paranoia. You just need to relax. Look at me I�m the still photo of relaxation.�
�Picture,� Lee corrected.
�What?�
�If you�re going to borrow old Earth slang, at least get it right.�
The upstart raised both eyebrows.
�But the Commander uses�
�Commander Rayne was
born on
Miroslav sighed. �Why does everyone tell me to stick to flying?�
�Probably because it�s the only thing you�re good at?�
The kid laughed uncomfortably loud. Other patrons briefly glanced in their direction.
�Lee, you know if I didn�t know better . . .�
Lee was staring with intensity at something across the street and Miroslav�s voice trailed off.
�What is it, Lee?� he asked.
�Something strange is happening in the transit station. Come on.�
Lee stood and motioned for Miroslav to follow. He exited the diner and began to make his way across the street to the air-car terminal. He only saw the brief flash before darkness took him.
****
The upper city of
The citizens in the streets still utilized ground transportation. There were many automated underground and surface mass transit systems and even personal transportation. The upper city regulated traffic differently. You summoned an air-car and spoke your destination and the computer guided the car to its destination. There hadn�t been a collision in civilian air traffic for a hundred years. In some instances you needed a security pass in order to instruct the air transport to convey you to your destination. Such was the level of security on tech-5 worlds.
Having spent most of his years in space, Aaron figured this was probably the third time he�d ever used civilian air transport. He still preferred ground transports which he had a measure of control over. Rachael was seated to his right looking out the viewport.
�Aaron, aren�t you at least going to take a glance? How can you command a starship and get motion sickness in an air-car?�
He shrugged. �Easy. I can�t feel the difference between the ground and a starship deck,� he said, clenching his teeth. It wouldn�t do good to throw up on her now, not when they were getting along so well. �They really should add inertia compensators to these things.�
�They decided not to,� she said. �Otherwise it would be as bland as space. I never get tired of it, no matter how many times I�ve been on upper city transports.�
�Bland is good . . . I�m glad at least one of us is enjoying this,� he said, holding over. �I might need your assistance to disembark. I don�t feel so good.�
She turned to him.
�Oh my,� she said. �I didn�t know it was this bad. Wait . . . you�re not going to heave your guts in here are you?�
He squeezed his eyes shut tight. �I�ve considered your reaction to just such an eventuality and decided to try hard not to.�
Her lips curled into a thin smile. �Thanks for the consideration . . . I think.�
He risked a glance up at her and caught her blue eyes. They served to distract him from the motion of the air-car. �So tell me why our pre-arranged signal leads us to a couples club?�
�Again?� she asked. �Does it sound more convincing the more I explain?�
�Humor me for the moment. It�s something to keep my brain focused on besides the movement of this evil thing.�
She laughed. Either she was enjoying seeing him squirm with motion sickness, or she was enjoying a light moment in good jest�albeit at his expense.
�Couples clubs on
�I don�t disagree with your reasoning,� he said. �And in any event, you�re in command down here when it comes to the wheeling and dealing.�
She paused her sightseeing to study him. �Is that how you really think of it?�
�It isn�t quite how I imagined it would be, but I�m certain even this has been an unusual assignment for you.�
She nodded. �It has. Usually assignments are unexciting. You go somewhere, you debrief a source, or you meet with a contact, or watch a target for weeks. And the only thing sinister your target does is maybe obtain a fraudulent ticket for an interstellar tour. At least that�s been my experience.�
The air-car stopped at the disembarking pad affixed to a large octagonal platform. A long gangway stretched almost forever into a vertical structure which ascended through the clouds. A host greeted them and escorted them into the VIP lounge area of the club. The local tech-5 company employees certainly knew how to relax from their high-pressure work schedules.
Seated in a closed off section away from everyone, it was time to blend in. The host set down the drink Aaron ordered, a dark colored bubbly beverage.
�What did you order again?� Rachael asked.
�Forget it, it�s an old Earth drink�carbonated�you wouldn�t like it.�
She looked at their host. �I�ll have the same thank you.�
When the host returned with her drink and she had her first sip, her lips curled into a frown.
He snickered. �It�s my father�s favorite.�
Music blared from the speakers. Their partition wasn�t sound proof. Probably so for all the booths. The facilitators probably figured the patrons in the booths wanted to hear the music. And if they didn�t, they could go to any one of the other thousands of similar establishments. They all had the same mandate�keeping the citizens happy and productive.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled. That caught him. Her beauty was stunning and it was hard not to stare. It was more evident since she�d dropped her near permanent scowl she seemed so fond of. Her light blue eyes radiated.
She looked over at him. She�d caught him staring.
�What?� she asked. But her smile had not completely faded.
Aaron shrugged. �Nothing, it�s just . . . I like your smile. You should smile more often.�
She blinked back at him rapidly. Was he too candid? Well it�s a lounge, regardless of their purpose for being here�it was a relaxing atmosphere. And by now, their relationship was informal. No more Lieutenant and Commander.
�Thank you,� she said. �Maybe I will.�
Did she just wink at him? He was sure of it!
Aaron�s eyes quickly shifted back to her, it was his turn to blink rapidly while staring.
She seemed genuinely concerned. �Are you alright, Aaron? I thought you�d begin to feel better once we disembarked the air-car.�
Those eyes burned into him.
�Of course. Yes, I�m fine. Thank you! And how are you?� he blurted out.
Why couldn�t a hole in the floor swallow him right now?
His foot rapidly tapped
the flooring. Had his host tampered with his drink? Maybe they mixed it
incorrectly�it was an odd and old mix to get right but it
She might not be able to see him, but her hearing wouldn�t have the same issue, and he was bumbling.
�Are you sure you�re alright, Aaron?� She studied him for a moment and put her hand on his. �Severe motion sickness can be intense.�
He flinched at the touch and withdrew his hand. It wasn�t an intentional reaction. He felt so out of control. Her scent itself seemed rigged to intoxicate him. He bit down hard and the pain helped him focus.
��Aaron, your lip is bleeding,� she said.
Damnit, he bit down too hard. He touched the offending lip. Looking at his fingers, he saw a small spot of blood.
Before he could do anything else, Rachael pulled a napkin from the table and dabbed the lip.
�Hold it there,� she said. �Use the ice from your drink, it�ll stop the oozing.�
He took the tissue from her and pressed it to the cut lip. It�s just a slight thing and she�s so . . . so caring. So soft and genuine. He didn�t want to look anywhere else, but at her.
�There you should be good now,� she said.
As the drum in his chest began to beat at a steadier rate, the activities of the room came back into focus. He heard something familiar in the background. It can�t be. Oh it just cannot be!
A song was playing over the lounge speakers it was mum�s favorite. A classic. Very few people besides him would know it. Next to him Rachael was humming, she wasn�t humming right, but she was humming. She turned and saw him looking at her.
�Aaron, let�s dance!� she said.
Something was definitely wrong with their drinks.
�I don�t dance, really. Ask Vee he�ll tell you.�
�That�s fine! I�ll show you. Come on!� she insisted.
�No really, I�ve got two left feet. I�d just step on your toes, then you couldn�t stand tomorrow to work and we have a mission��
�What?� She cut him off midway. �Oh shut up. It would be strange if we didn�t dance, this is a couples club remember?�
Aaron was sure this had to be some pre-arranged signal she�d deliberately not mentioned. Meeting at a couples club and dancing�how clever.
She grabbed his arm and yanked him up from the booth.
Damn she was strong.
She led him to the
dance area where one or two other couples had already begun to dance slowly. He
kept his eyes closed and allowed her to lead him on the floor. Like a child who
closes its eyes and says to the world
Overhead the music boomed.
She leaned in closer to him with an amused look on her face. But still a genuine one. She was enjoying this!
��What are you feeling?� she asked.
�Panic,� he said, inclining his head, �yes, definitely panic.�
She laughed. And he caught himself smiling.
Her expression turned serious. �You know you�re really handsome when you smile. You should do it more often.�
They both laughed
again. And for the first time in a long time, he forgot about the Fleet. He
forgot about the mission and about
He didn�t think it was possible anyone could make him forget the things that seemed to be the most part of him.
�My mother loves this song. It�s one of her favorites,� he told her, just as she stepped back and he spun her back towards him. She held his arms around her waist and giggled. There wasn�t a more comforting sound than her giggle.
�I love the song. I�ve never heard it before, nor have I ever heard anything like it,� she said.
Either the dance floor got a little crowded or�
Thick arms closed in around both their necks and squeezed their heads together.
�Booth six, two minutes,� a voice whispered.
Aaron had the disturbing feeling of familiarity.
Although startled he maintained his composure and finished the dance. Rachael leaned towards him. �I have a bad feeling about this.�
�Describe bad feeling, like we�re about to be whisked away and chopped into fine pieces kind of bad or��
�Not quite,� she said.
She didn�t elaborate. Instead, she grabbed his hand and held it as they strolled over to booth six. The round doors parted sideways and he took a deep breath and stepped through.
His eyes widened and he blew out his breath as the doors sealed behind them. Despite the dim lighting, the figure standing before them was unmistakable.
This was the last person he was expecting to see.
Chapter 18 � Separatists
They had come a long way to meet their contact.
Yet, Aaron found himself unable to form words. Out the corner of his eye he noticed Rachael looking from the �stranger� to him and back again.
�Son,� his father finally said.
�Dad?� Aaron muttered. The lump in his throat didn�t permit him to say more.
Patrick Rayne stepped
forward and embraced him. �It�s great to see you, son. The things you have to
do these days, just to get a glimpse of your own son. You don�t know the hollow
feeling inside when they first told me about
Their bond hadn�t diminished although separated by time and space. He spoke to his father as often as he could, but the responsibilities of command meant he�d been unable to see him in the flesh for five years.
A single tear streamed down Aaron�s cheek.
He hugged him back. �I�ve missed you so much, dad . . . you don�t know.�
�I�m pretty sure I do, son.�
They parted and he introduced them. �Rachael, this is Patrick Rayne, my father. Dad, Rachael. Dad, how��
Rachael spoke over him. �Mr. Prime Minister, you need to explain your presence here.�
�It�s complicated, and
it�s simple. I am not your contact within the separatists. I am the separatists.
Their leader anyway although not even they know it. I am the leader of
�Their shortsightedness resulted in resistance. The Mercenary Coalition, the Coalition of Independent Worlds, and League of Non-Aligned Worlds all former member worlds who�ve declared independence from the USS and formed mutual defense and trade treaties. These Conclaves now see the USS as the oppressor, not the Empire. This has created more enemies than they bargained for, all in the name of security.�
�Dad, you and I have never seen eye to eye on Fleet policy, but I don�t see how you can call it fear mongering when in this case the threat was very real. We lost half our space to the Imperial Navy before a miracle of technology snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. What would have happened had we not developed stealth tech and advanced warp capability?�
�It�s one thing to ensure your survival, son, and it�s another to reverse the role and become the oppressor. The Empire has needs to expand for resources and population yet our aggressive expansionist policy has claimed almost every habitable resource rich world nearby. What we�re doing is forcing them against a wall.�
�The Empire is reaping what they sowed,� Aaron said. �Let them expand into the outer arm.�
�Hardly worth the effort. With minimal exploration of the outer rim who knows how many habitable planets there are. Six months away at high warp is not ideal for an expansion endeavor. We are forcing their hand.�
Aaron�s eyes narrowed.
�Let them come, we�ll turn their clocks back several generations this time. We
won�t stop at
�You�re suggesting genocide, son. Your mother and I didn�t raise you this way.�
Aaron�s tone turned serious. �I am suggesting that if it comes down to a choice between us and them, then there is no choice. If they attack, we ensure they don�t have the capability to do it again for a very long time.�
�That�s why I started this movement many years ago. Because I know they�re too many people who think like you throughout the USS. Without the Border Worlds Alliance resources, the USS will think long and hard about their aggressive expansion and ability to dismiss the Empire.�
�Why all the shenanigans then, dad? Why not as the leader just see your way out? Why the cloak and dagger Separatist movement?�
�As a junior
congressman ten years ago, I established the movement to expose the aggressive
policies of the USS. I thought if I could bring the issue to the front, and
gain popular support against these policies, then the USS would have no
alternative but to listen. It�s taken some time, but now I feel there is enough
support for a referendum to leave the USS. I had no plans of being the elected
leader of
Aaron shook his head. �You�ve manipulated people towards your views and now you are poised to seal the deal with the referendum. As the Prime Minister, I am sure the support for the Separatist movement skyrocketed with all the subtle resources you had at your disposal.�
�I really didn�t bring you all this way to argue with you, son. Take this,� Patrick handed him a datachip. �It contains evidence of a conspiracy within the USS to ignite a war between the Empire and us. It seems backing the Empire up against a wall hasn�t provoked them enough, and the warmongers have taken a more direct approach. They�ve used the Separatist movement as a scapegoat. Unknown ships attacking Imperial civilian and military patrols along the border and raids by unknown ships deep into Imperial space. They�ve even attacked USSF assets. I won�t let them push us to war, and certainly not blame us for it.�
�You�re both missing a big piece of this puzzle,� Rachael interjected.
They�d both forgotten she was there.
�Neither of you seem able to see beyond your own biases. Allow me. Let us suggest someone within the USS suspects you, PM Rayne, as the Separatist leader or at the very least a sympathizer. By attempting to blame separatists for the attacks on Imperial space, your movement loses popular support among the people. Then they might see you as nothing more than troublemakers, directly provoking the Empire, and they know the Border Worlds would be the Empire�s first target. Once popular support is against you, your movement is over. It�s likely that whatever plans these conspirators have are already in motion. If that plan is war, then they�ve just secured the entire backing of the USS, without worrying about where the Border Worlds stands.�
Aaron looked back at his father. �She�s making perfect sense, dad. And I suspect those elements will go to extremes to sabotage your movement.�
His father sighed.
�Then if that�s the case, the most recent events have been carefully
manipulated to culminate here. Beginning with the attack on
�You think the
conspirators targeted
�What other explanation is there,� Patrick said. �We have reports of a ship with the same profile attacking Imperial assets.�
�I can�t believe anyone in the USS would order an attack on our own,� Aaron said. �Whatever is going to happen, it�s going to happen soon. We�ll take this back to our ship and back to the Supreme Commander. We need to isolate and seize these individuals before they execute the final piece of their plan.�
An access hatch burst open at the rear of the room. Two security types adorned in light body armor emerged moving quickly. Aaron poised for the attack but they ignored him and instead grabbed his father.
�Sir, there�s an emergency. We have to get you out of the building immediately.� They hustled him towards the access hatch.
He struggled to turn. �Wait! They�re with me, bring them!�
�I�m sorry, sir,� the security type said, not sounding very apologetic, �RAR protocol is activated and we�re taking you off world alone.�
With that he was gone and out of the room.
Aaron swung sharply to Rachael, �RAR?�
�Remove and relocate protocol. Means an imminent planet side attack, and no other internal security can be trusted.�
****
Aaron was about to reply when the floor lurched beneath them and they fell. She landed on top of him, her nose an inch away from his. The structure rattled again and he tightened his grip around her waist. People were screaming and the music died. They scrambled to their feet and ran from the booth.
�What�s happening?� She had to shout above the chaos erupting around them.
�Either this building
is under attack or
Another shock wave reverberated through the core of the building, throwing anyone still standing to the floor. They would soon realize the floor was the best place to be for the moment. Then the walls seemed to be leaning at an odd angle.
�The structure is buckling . . . we have to get out of here now!� he said.
Other patrons scrambled through the aftershocks for the disembarking platform. The walls now seemed to move in either direction, the structure had begun to sway. Aaron motioned for her to follow him. He scurried on hands and knees to the reception area and peered out the observation glass, another equally tall structure was nearby and this one seemed headed directly for it. Both were wide, and he was sure if it tipped and the structure snapped in the right place, it would contact the other one.
With the swaying motion of the building, no one was able to enter the air-cars. The cars were either too far or being struck by the building on approach. There were precious few seconds left. He knew the building was about to slam into the other.
He unclasped the buckle on his duty belt and began adjusting it to the widest length.
�What are you doing?� Rachael asked.
�Quiet, no time,� he said, adjusting the belt. �The building is going to hit and the other one is a bit shorter, we will fall a long way, do you trust me?�
�I trust you,� Rachael said.
�Good.�
He hustled her over to a reinforced pillar inside the lounge. Most of the patrons had left the immediate area. Some had even started down the building manually, using the emergency stairwell. Something he guessed no one had ever used. The poor souls would never make it.
He wrapped the belt around the pillar, positioned her back against it, turned his back to her and clasped the buckle. He then twisted around to face her.
�When we hit that other building,� he said. �We�ll be splatted against the far end of this one, and if we stay on the far end, the impact from the other building will penetrate and kill us just the same. You have to hold me tight with your legs around mine and your arms around my back and pull me into you. I�ll bury my head in your neck. If you don�t hold me well enough, the belt keeping us tethered to the pillar will snap my back on impact. I�ve got nothing to brace my lower and upper body.�
She nodded her understanding.
�I don�t think we�ve got back replacements, so I�d prefer to keep mine, plus I�m not sure you survive a snapped spinal cord.�
The rattling in his ears increased, followed by a grating metallic sound, forcing him to wince. The final supports within the building must have buckled, in a few seconds they would impact.
�Aaron?�
�Rachael?�
�If we don�t survive, I thought you should know that . . .�
�You really do always stop at the good parts don�t you?�
She forced a smile. �That I felt the��
The last thing he heard was another loud bang, and then nothing.
Chapter 19 � Fates of Many
A bored sensor technician yawned at his console. The sudden unexpected beep caused him to jump as though his superior had suddenly sneaked up on him.
�Lord Commander,� the
tech called. �Sir, monitoring several large explosions on
Sub-Commander Arias
Decimus called across the command center. �Confirmed, sir,� he said. �Also
registering an explosion in orbit. That orbital track would indicate it was one
of
Quintus squinted at the readings.
�Source?�
�Unknown, my Lord. Analyzing residual effects and radiation now. The power levels would seem to indicate it was no accident. More than likely a weaponized device.�
�You�re saying someone either bombed, or shot at the shipyard?�
�Yes, Lord Commander. Bombed with some type of powerful explosive is the more likely conclusion.�
�What more do you need to be certain?� Quintus asked.
�When the effects clear further, then we can be one hundred percent certain. However, I take full responsibility�that is my assessment at this time.�
Decimus would go far
in the Navy if he didn�t offend the wrong people�he had strong conviction and
was unrivalled throughout the Empire in his position. Perhaps this is why
Quintus chose him to be second-in-command aboard
If he ever returned.
The Emperor himself sanctioned the Lord Praetor�s mission�likely due to fabricated reports�and Quintus was in no position to challenge that authority. Platus felt certain it was an invasion fleet, but Quintus held onto hope it was simple posturing by a politician playing dangerous games with the future of the Empire. He hoped the fleet dispatched by the USSF was merely in response to Empire posturing.
�Sir, should we inform the Lord Praetor?�
He didn�t think he had a choice. If he didn�t he would invite unnecessary scrutiny upon himself. Bannon was bound to hear of the incident soon.
�Yes inform him. What�s the location of our fleet?�
Decimus didn�t even check his console.
�70 warships, one light day away from our current position. The USSF will arrive several hours after. Initial intelligence and scans suggest about 40 warships inbound. However, with such a fleet traveling close at high warp, it is difficult from this range to differentiate gravity waves.�
Quintus nodded. Decimus was reminding him the USS Fleet was responding with either forty ships at the least or possibly many more. That was the nature of detection at these extreme light-year ranges.
�Thank you. Engineering, have you isolated the source of the deuterium leak?�
�
�Sir, the leak cannot be detected from outside of our current position, another ship would have to be in close proximity.�
�Excellent, continue
monitoring
Quintus left the bridge and entered his office. He fell into the chair behind his desk. Swiping a few controls, he played a message which recently arrived from Platus. Due to the light lag, whatever it contained was an hour old.
Platus� face filled
the frame. It was shaking and the background noise drowned out his voice. �B
Quintus agreed. The time for skulking in the background had passed.
The recording
continued. �
The transmission cut. Why was Quintus in that structure? He shouldn�t be too harsh, Platus had no way of knowing that structure would be hit. Honor guide you, brother. His thoughts turned to the approaching fleets.
Seventy years ago, neither side had the capability to deploy large fleets at extreme interstellar ranges. Until the USSF developed advanced warp propulsion capabilities. With the near equal advancements in warp technology, now either side was poised to strike at the heart of the other. Outlying colonies might fall first, and resistance might be fiercer the closer you got to the core worlds of either of the two belligerents. However, given both would prioritize protecting their most important worlds, any world insignificant to winning an interstellar war of this scale, would be left defenseless. There was no strategic value in targeting these types of worlds but he was sure once one side crossed that line, the other would.
Billions of peaceful
people who didn�t care whether their fellow man was born on Earth or
And so the cycle of human nature continued.
Nature be damned, it hadn�t counted on meeting Quintus Scipio. He would ensure the galaxy didn�t end during his lifetime. Whatever happened after was up to future generations to decide. He returned to the command center.
�Decimus, I will be
transferring my Standard to
�Yes, Lord Commander.�
If Platus didn�t succeed, the opposing fleets would battle it out to a bitter end. And so would begin another great interstellar war. This was what it had all come down to. Whatever happened in the next day would determine the fate of future human interstellar endeavors forever.
�Decimus, you have command.� Quintus turned and left the command center.
�I have command, Lord Commander.�
Chapter 20 � You Were Deceived
The last thing Lee saw was darkness.
Or was that the second
last thing? He was having trouble remembering the exact sequence. A bright
flash and then darkness�that�s it. Now he was seeing something bright again.
Muffled voices surrounded him. He could hear, yet he couldn�t feel or move.
�Lee!�
Lee�s eyes shot open. It�s Miroslav, and he was shining an insanely bright light in Lee�s eyes.
�Flaps, get that thing out of my face.�
�Don�t be so mean. I just pulled you from under six feet of rubble. I sheared off two fingernails digging you out by hand. You owe me,� Flaps said.
�Two whole fingernails? Real ones? Or the kind you can buy?�
�Very funny, Mister Rigellian Comedian.�
�Don�t be idle, Flaps, tell me what happened,� Lee said. �Other than someone detonating a powerful explosive device or fifty.�
Flaps frowned. �So that�s what it was, no one knows anything. While waiting for you to come around, I spotted dozens of other plumes of smoke on the horizon, some of them from the upper city. Also, there was a brief but bright flash in orbit. I don�t know what that was. Our stuff was lost under the rubble, so you�ll need new toys. All comms are out. They�ve blanketed the area with dampeners. Personnel devices or any kind of electronics are out of commission�apart from emergency personnel, who�ll have the dampening field frequency. Yours was smashed by the way, you need a new one.�
Lee groaned and sat straight. He balled his bionic fist and smashed a nearby piece of debris. He wanted to make sure it was in good working order as he had a distinct feeling he was soon going to be smashing someone�s head.
�So someone or someones, set off multiple explosives as far as we can see, and they�ve also bombed an orbital structure. That flash you saw was an orbital detonation. We�ve got to leave this area and get an idea of the scale of this attack.�
�You think this is the work of the separatists?�
Lee stood. �I don�t
know,� he said. �But it�s well coordinated, and we need a better vantage point.
Let�s return to
Before he could move, unknown voices shouted towards them.
��
Lee craned his neck to see a short man pointing them out to two tall security looking types in trench coats. Each armed with a pulse pistol. They must be law enforcement since only they would have the frequency to bypass the energy- dampening field rendering energy weapons useless.
�You two hold it right there!� The taller of the pair began approaching while they each drew their pulse pistols.
Flaps looked at Lee.
�Lee?�
�If they take us in kid, even if we�re alive, it�ll be too late to stop whatever forces are at work here. Get ready to run. For now, put your hands up slowly, and run on my signal.�
�What�s the signal?�
Lee looked at his shipmate from the corner of his eye. �You�ll know it when you see it.�
Lee shouted back. �We haven�t done anything. We were just��
�Silence!� the man to the left shouted. He must be in charge of this little goon squad. �Put them in restraints and bring them.�
As the first goon
stepped forward within striking distance, Lee shot his arm straight into the
man�s chest and launched him into the one behind. The lungs of the first one
were likely crushed.
The goon who�d broken the fall of his comrade was now recovering. Lee scooped him up with his arm and tossed him thirty feet away over a pile of rubble�he too would survive. But the goon wouldn�t be walking out of his landing spot without medical assistance.
The leader threw his immobilized comrade off him and stumbled to his feet raising his pulse pistol. A rock struck the leader in the chest, but it bounced harmlessly off the man�s armor. It was all Lee needed, he leapt in and grabbed the man�s wrist and twisted until the pulse pistol dropped. The howl from the goon leader meant he wouldn�t be using that wrist for a while.
�Right on, Lee!� Flaps said, dropping the other rock he was holding.
�Not bad with the rock, kid.�
�Oh a compliment! I�ll make sure the Commander notes it in his log�Lee complimented me on��
�Get down!�
Lee shoved the runt down into the rubble and pulse blasts slammed into the debris behind them. Another squad of twenty goons approached from fifty yards. The old �shoot first, questions later� approach. Interestingly enough he could tell the blast was only powerful enough to stun them.
�Try to keep up, Flaps,
I hope all that cardio on
Lee bounded off and the quick footsteps behind him told him Flaps followed close by.
This was insane.
Different planet, same scenario�unknown goons chasing them . . . and this time across the rubble of several ruined buildings. He wasn�t sure this mission could get any more bizarre until he saw the stricken atmosphere-scraper crash into another, about two kilometers away. The poor wretches in that building. He was unable to look away from the spectacle as he ran. Five minutes later, the structure�s supports snapped four floors below and the upper portion of the structure impacted a neighboring one.
****
�Aaron!�
He caught her hand as she was about to strike again. His jaw hurt. How many times had she hit him? And more importantly�how hard?
�What now?� he asked.
�You lost consciousness for a few seconds and something strange is happening to the building. The constant vibration is getting worse. We�re in the section that hit the other one. But we�re high above it. There�s no way to get down to the �surface� of the other one.�
�We need to leave now.� He felt a slight breeze blowing through his hair. He ruffled the dust out of it.
��Leave and go where? We can�t go down and we can�t get out!�
�We
�When you hit the surface roll,� he said. �Roll well or just accept you�re going to break something serious.�
�Really? That�s hardly a unique incentive!�
�I know,� Aaron said. �But it�s the only one I could think of at the moment. Just don�t hold anything back is what I meant. It�s all or nothing.�
He grabbed his belt from the pillar, adjusted it and clasped it around his waist.
�See you over there.�
He slid as far down the sloping remains of the lounge floor as he dared, and then leaped off, hit the surface of the other building and rolled. Bruising his poor elbows, knees and everything else until he stopped tumbling twenty feet from where he hit. He just lay there willing the pain to subside. Rachael hit the surface with a grunt and her roll stopped just short of him.
He hadn�t intended to move just yet, but another tumbling body landed and rolled along the surface, but unlike them the body expertly recovered. Before he got a good look at the surprise jumper, a secondary explosion went off and destabilized the building and it sloped sending him and Rachael careening to the edge.
The unknown interloper reached and grabbed Aaron�s hand and he grabbed Rachael. The brute�s grip was powerful. He pulled Aaron and Rachael�s weight together and closer to safety. Another explosion rocked the building, this building might soon be rubble too, but at least the surface straightened to a more stable angle.
Their rescuer had perfect features and flawless skin.
As Aaron and Rachael lay on their backs and gasped, the features of their rescuer became more apparent. Rachael yelped.
�Aaron, he�s an Imperial!�
Aaron leaped to his feet, excruciating pain be damned, and rushed the suspected Imperial who started to say something. But Aaron slammed into the Imperialist before the words could escape his lips.
The man took the brunt of Aaron�s rush and held him under the arms, raised him up and threw him to the ground.
Aaron barely put his hands in front of him as the ground rushed up to smash his face. He rolled and attempted a sweep kick, but the man kicked his foot away.
It was useless, he was too broken to do anything. His arms and legs just wouldn�t respond with the speed he was accustomed. Evidently, he�d broken something important.
Rachael charged in with a flurry of blows, which the man deflected, he then elbowed her in the throat and she went down. After all this to be beaten by an Imperial agent on the �new� rooftop of a broken building . . . on his home-world.
How unfitting.
His assassin bent and stared directly at him.
�Aaron Rayne, I�m not your enemy! They have deceived��
A heavy pulse blast ripped into the man�s back. He stumbled over Aaron and breathed �Quintus Scipio,� before he turned and fell backwards off the ledge. Two figures dressed in ordinary civilian clothing emerged from an emergency stairwell. A stairwell, which probably had never been used during the life of this building, but now might lead them safely down to the surface.
Not his enemy? Obviously, the agent was confused.
Quintus Scipio, was that his name? Was it someone else�s? Was it a code? He peered over the ledge, but didn�t see anything. His new rescuers called out to him.
�Commander Rayne, are you all right, sir?�
He was too tired to do anything. Even speaking was a massive effort.
�I�m alive,� he wheezed and slumped on the ceramic surface.
The pulse-pistol-wielding figure stood over him, seemingly assessing his injuries. �I�m Ben James, USSI. We�ve been shadowing you since your arrival. We spotted our friend here shortly after you two arrived. He was good we have to give him that. He remained elusive right up until your arrival. I�m guessing your sudden arrival forced him to reveal himself.�
Aaron squinted up at the man. �You used us as bait?�
�Indeed,� Ben James replied.
�Why would an Imperial agent save my life?� He thought it best he omit the man�s dying whisper. They may have seen the agent catch him but they didn�t know what he said. Maybe the agent was just messing with his mind, but he wasn�t about to trust anyone.
��It�s likely the Imperials wanted you alive, be grateful we were nearby.�
He strained his neck to see where Rachael lay. A dark skinned man, clad in a tight, dark jump suit knelt by her side fiddling with something.
�What�s wrong with her?�
�Throat injury, she took a sharp blow to the trachea. The medic will give her something to reduce the swelling and she�ll be able to speak in a few minutes,� Ben said.
�Great! Thank you for your assistance, just tell me what�s going on, give me some medical assistance and we�ll be on our way.�
The spy shook his head slowly.
�No, Commander. Your mission is over.�
****
An unknown actor entering the scene at a fortuitous moment. That was Ben James. There was only one option in this instance. Play dumb.
�What mission?� Aaron asked.
�Commander, you can relax protocol. We are aware of the assignment authorized by Supreme Commander Shepherd,� Ben said.
Another man�another operative�knelt by him with a med-kit and scanned him.
�Shepherd�s plan was ingenious,� James continued. �An elusive network of operatives. This,� he waved his hand around indicating the smoldering buildings, �is their handy work. Your mission was to stop a threat to the USS. You just believed you were doing it in a very particular way, but in fact your whole mission was shadowed each step of the way up to this point by Imperial operatives and we shadowed them.�
Aaron sat up and shook his head. Either he�d hit his head really hard, or this fellow was speaking gibberish.
�All of these shenanigans to level a few buildings?� he said.
�Not just a few buildings, Commander, an orbital shipyard was destroyed as well.�
�Terrible as that may be, it still doesn�t accomplish much,� Aaron said.
�It doesn�t accomplish anything
at all now. Since our entire operation exposed them. The Imperials and rogue United
Fleet operatives used stolen United Fleet ordnance to execute this attack. With
the separatist issue, and a likely referendum on whether to remain part of the
USS looming, the fallout from the attack on
�A weakened USS, without the resources of the Border Worlds alliance, could not hope to protect our expansive territory. Years of expansion gone in a flash as world after world would consider allying with the Empire. The Empire doesn�t enforce their ideals, but merely allows them. Any worlds wishing to join them are still governed somewhat autonomously. They might feel the Empire offers stability and assured protection.�
�Anyone believing the nonsense you just spouted would have to be assuredly insane,� Aaron said.
Ben James ignored him. �We have to get you two off this building. It took the impact and isn�t structurally sound. We�re still exposed and the situation is fluid,� Ben said.
Two more men emerged from the emergency stairwell and again, both were dressed in a form fitting dark jump-suit. They activated a battlefield stretcher, which one of them carried on his back, and lay it next to Aaron. He was about to wave them off and stand, but a sharp pain in his back told him to reconsider. He scooted onto the stretcher and lay back. The man did say his mission was over. Maybe it really was. The men hoisted the stretcher and Rachael fell into step silently beside them. Ben continued his rant as they descended the emergency stairwell.
�Remember, Commander,� Ben continued, �we face ever increasing threats, far outside the scope of our current military projection. The further we expand, the more thinly spread the USSF is�forced to divide fleet and squadron strength among fringe worlds. The Mercenary Coalition is strengthening each passing week, more ships, and more troops. The Frontier Freelancers are enjoying their usual banditry operating between USS and Empire space, causing havoc for both our fleets. Further, out along the outer-arm, the Independent Worlds Alliance has amassed quite a large fleet of their own. Then you have the Coalition of Outlawed Pilots, whose numbers grow every day. They have no recruitment standards, no allegiances�they�ll recruit anyone from any world, Empire or USS. It makes them a dangerous and unpredictable foe.�
The man kept talking as the six of them made their way down the never-ending emergency stairwell. Two agents carried Aaron. Ben James walked on the right and Rachael on the left, the fourth one held the rear.
�Where are we going?� Aaron asked.
�We�ll take you to a USSI safe-house and debrief you. Once you recover you will return to USSF headquarters and take your instructions from Supreme Commander Shepherd.�
�I need to contact the rest of my team on the planet,� Aaron said.
�There�s no need, Commander, we�ve sent agents to collect them. We�ve monitored you since you arrived. I�ve been informed they will meet us at the safe-house.�
�I�d like to speak with them.�
�I�m sorry, for op-sec reasons we cannot broadcast on open comms right now. A planetary alert is in effect due to the attack. The Empire fleet is less than a day away and all manner of chaos is about to erupt on this frontier. While we make our way, there are some questions I have if you feel up to it.�
He didn�t, but the more the man talked, the quicker Aaron could confirm his suspicion.
�Sure, ask me anything,� he said.
�Right. Why did you come to this establishment? It wasn�t part of your briefing or instruction.�
�It seemed like a good idea at the time.�
Ben James laughed.
�Really, Commander, still not convinced are you? I guess I would do the same.
What can you tell us about the people who attacked you on
�No. They attacked other members of my team. I rescued them in a firefight, and I didn�t have the luxury of face time. We retrieved nothing, the firefight was too intense.�
�I see. Usually, Imperial agents carry a data chip, embedded inside the left forearm. When it can no longer detect the agent�s heartbeat, it scrambles itself and is rendered useless. But it�s not entirely impossible to retrieve some aspects of its storage.�
Aaron snickered. �I see. Then I�m definitely sorry I didn�t gouge out their flesh before I left.� Somewhere behind him he felt Rachael was smiling�if only slightly�at his last quip.
�Amusing to you I�m sure,� Ben said.
This character was probably the most serious agent in all the universe.
Obviously, his captor knew Aaron was spewing gibberish of his own. It didn�t take spy training to know that. Ben decided to shift the conversation away from the pre-debriefing he seemed to have started and perhaps relax him with small talk.
�Your officer here, how long have you served together?�
It�s one thing to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool, but it�s another to open it and remove all doubt. In this instance, the agent had done the latter too many times, and even though he was on shaky ground before, this �agent� just tumbled off the edge. Surely, if he was a USSI agent he had access to dossiers and should be able to run Rachael through facial recognition.
�Six years, she�s my science officer.�
If the man noticed the lie, he gave no indication of it.
Finally, they reached the bottom of the emergency stairwell, but outside was chaos. Dusty, disoriented, and bloodied people scurried in all directions. Running around in circles unsure of where to go. Emergency crews mingled in-between�they themselves seemed overwhelmed. When was the last time a planet experienced an attack of this magnitude? Rubble and debris tossed everywhere. His transporters had to be careful where they stepped, or a piece of exposed steel or ceramic would further ruin an already terrible day.
They must be carrying him to some hole. Though for what purpose he wasn�t sure. He was sure, however, after that purpose had been met, both he and Rachael would cease to exist. One thing he was sure of was Ben James was no USSI agent. Aaron was also somewhat certain he wasn�t an Imperial agent either. No this vagabond was an entirely different kind of shady operative.
Although the planetary alert restricted the use of air-cars other than by rescue personnel, ground cars didn�t have such restrictions. They hustled him off the stretcher and into one, a little rougher this time. Rachael sat next to him and supported him. He still winced every time he moved. The pain in his back was increasing. Two other agents entered the ground car with them and Ben. Another agent took control of a ground car ahead, probably as some type of escort and sped off. Soon they were moving away from ground zero at an alarming speed.
Aaron looked over at Rachael.
For the first time since he�d met her, he saw a distinct worry in her eyes as she peered back at him. Still, she remained silent.
Whatever was happening, she�d come to the same conclusion as him. They had to get far away from this Ben character, but he couldn�t even stand without assistance.
Chapter 21 � Opposing Force
�Lee! Stop!�
Miroslav bent over and gasped for breath.
�I can�t go another step . . .�
About twenty meters ahead, Lee stopped and returned to the gasping pilot.
�You should be proud you made it this far, I�m impressed,� Lee said.
�You think we�re in the clear now?�
�Oh we�ve been in the
clear for some time. I just wanted to see how much longer you could keep it up.
It turns out staying alive is a good motivator. You should recall this when
doing your cardio on
�Lee!�
Lee allowed himself to chuckle, despite the devastation he�d witnessed, and ran through.
�Come, we�re going to take that emergency worker�s personnel device. He will have the frequency to penetrate the dampening field. The field won�t drop until they�re certain no more devices are present which someone could trigger remotely. We�ve got to find the Commander. I have a feeling whoever tried to nab us is surely after them. Someone knew we were coming, and they were watching us from the time we got here.�
Flaps straightened and nodded.
Together they approached the emergency worker who was standing around bewildered like the hundred other injured persons mulling about. Lee grabbed the man�s wrist with his new arm and squeezed. The worker yelped and released the personnel device.
�What��
A stern look from Lee and a tighter grip warned the man to end his protest. He closed his mouth and wondered off in some random direction.
Lee configured the device.
�What are you doing, Lee?�
�The Commander�s device can�t operate within the dampening field. He can�t communicate and cannot receive signals, but its location can still be tracked by another device which has the frequency to bypass the field. Here we go.�
He pumped his fist and showed the device to Flaps. �For once, something�s going our way, Flaps. We�ve been running in the direction of the Commander all this time. His device is moving, and fast. He�s definitely in a ground car. Come, we must commandeer one for ourselves.�
�I�d rather not. Can�t we steal an air-car?�
Lee grinned, the hotshot pilot didn�t like driving?
Remarkable.
****
They didn�t have far to go before �leasing� the property of another emergency worker.
�You know how to operate one of these things?� Flaps had turned a pale shade. �I can�t understand why anyone ever wanted to live so close to the surface. The sky is where all the fun is!�
Lee grinned. �That�s because you�ve never been in a ground race, Flaps,� he said, as they entered the locomotive.
�Buckle up!�
That was the easy part. The hard part was going to be catching the Commander. The operator of the ground car they pursued was really pushing it. It became easier to navigate the further away from the destruction they moved. Ground cars weren�t popular or numerous anyway. Especially since the majority of the population preferred to live in the upper city, while the dare devils enjoyed the thrill of operating exceedingly dangerous locomotives at speeds beyond sane.
It soon became apparent Lee would have to settle for following the movements of the other car, rather than intercepting it. Two minutes after the target stopped, he stopped their own ground car about half a kilometer away.
�Lee, couldn�t you get us a little closer? My feet hurt from all that running before.�
�When we get back, Dr. Tanner will give you a pair of bionic legs, so you never have to complain that your feet hurt again.�
�No thanks, my feet just hurt, at least they won�t rust.�
Lee laughed. The boy was learning. He grabbed a grappling device from the rescue car and a pair of thermal laser optics. The optic device was the twenty-fifth century version of a twenty-first century invention. The original device used radar pulses to ascertain presence and movement within a building but had to be placed against the target structure. This version utilized advanced laser pulses to achieve the same result from a distance. The device then displayed the results to the wearer via thermal imaging.
�Let�s go, Flaps.�
They both broke into a steady run and headed for the location of the Commander�s personnel device. Overhead, air rescue cars streamed towards the way they�d come. A constant sonic boom filled the air as atmospheric fighters patrolled the sky. About a hundred meters from the signal, Lee called for Miroslav to stop.
�What is it?�
�The signal is coming from inside that building just ahead.�
The building was largely rectangular�perhaps a sort of storage site. This definitely wasn�t a residential or research zone. Several security devices were in place outside of the building, but Lee was certain these unscrupulous individuals didn�t have the dampening field frequency to bypass it. Those devices, like any other electronics, should be useless.
If they did, this was going to be one short rescue attempt.
�Flaps, I need you to wait here. If I don�t come out within ten minutes, you need to make contact with Shepherd somehow. Inform him of everything that�s happened up to now. Where you last saw me and what we were doing. Can I count on you, kid?�
�Yeah, Lee.� Miroslav said. �You sure I can�t help you in there?�
�I wouldn�t say you
�I understand. You can count on me.�
They nodded to each other and Lee dashed towards his commander�s prison, and likely casket. On reaching near, he swung left and through a service alley for a building directly opposite. All the buildings in this district were similar in appearance. As with any other tech-5 world, uniformity was the norm. Each was two stories with a single front entrance, and windows on the upper floor. The Commander�s signal was coming from the second floor. If his captors modified the building on the exterior, then it would lose its camouflage among the others.
The principal factor, which afforded it the necessary security its occupants desired, was also the ideal exploit. It wasn�t hardened on the exterior�any security measures would be purely internal. Lee aimed the grappler above the building. The targeting computer did the calculations. He held it in place and squeezed the trigger. The gas operated device shot up and the shell around its spike broke off. The tip of the weighted spike penetrated the surface of the top of the building, and several more supporting spikes released and inserted.
A small readout on his
recently �procured� personnel device told him the grappler was firmly in place.
Following protocol,
That meant he had fifteen minutes remaining until the change. He decided then to wait it out. If Aaron�s captors had the frequency after the change, it would reveal more about them and their capabilities.
It was going to be the longest fifteen minutes of his life.
****
Five minutes after being hustled inside the safe-house, any doubt about these vagabond�s intentions was long gone.
The illusion of this rescue was finally shattered as they got within the building and herded both he and Rachael to the second floor. They practically dropped the stretcher once inside as if his body didn�t ache enough. Then they yanked him up and grappled Rachael. The restraints went on next. Then he felt a sharp stick in the back of his neck.
The second floor was as barren as the first. An open space, with a single entry, two chairs in the center, a single light from the overhead and two barred windows on the far wall to the street.
His hosts roughly sat
Rachael and him down. Aaron winced from a shooting pain in his back. He had to
bite down hard to stop from yelping. �Who are you
�Just something to ensure you didn�t have any tracking devices lurking anywhere in your body,� Ben said.
At least he still had his handheld. �You put nanites in me?�
�Yes they�re designed to find and neutralize any inorganic material�you have none�so they�ll self-destruct. Quite harmless. In case you wondered, the dampening field rendered your personnel device useless. Only rescue personnel will have working devices, and no one�s looking for you, Commander.�
Aaron glanced over at Rachael to his left. She kept her head straight.
�Are you ok?� he asked.
She nodded, but still didn�t look around.
He turned back to his captor. �You still haven�t told me who you really are, and what you want with us.�
�I told you who I am. I�m Ben James. What do I want with you? Nothing. Just to stop your meddling. We can�t have you running around with misplaced ideals and continuing any efforts�late as they may be�to disrupt what my associates and I have set in motion.�
Aaron raised his eyebrows. �What have you really set in motion here, James?�
Ben James snorted a laugh.
If a pig could laugh, Aaron felt certain this was how it would sound�a dark and evil pig. This James character�s expression exuded pure contempt�and arrogance. His eyes black as the void, without any kind of feeling behind them.
�First, Commander, we
attacked Imperial and USSF assets along the border. Each side blamed the other,
and then you have the separatists in the middle. Our attack here on
Aaron snickered and then threw his head back and laughed.
The buffoon in front of him wasn�t expecting that reaction and clearly looked puzzled. His smug look replaced with a slight frown.
�False bravado won�t save you,� James said. �Your life is over. We�re waiting on a final confirmation before we expire you.�
Aaron continued laughing, even if a bit forced.
This irritated Ben James even more. He clenched his fists tightly at his side. �Stop!� His smugness now completely washed away. �What are you laughing at? Your superiors were right, you definitely are insane.�
Aaron shook his head.
�They said that? And I
thought they only wrote
James dropped his frown
and slowly returned to his smug expression. �I, nor my associates care what
they believe. We will be at war. The USS will fight or die. Elements of the
Empire colluded with my associates to bomb
�I think you were played,� Aaron said. �If you think they believed this attack would be a catalyst to a civil war in the Border Worlds,� he laughed. �This is your grand plan . . . have you people learned nothing from history? Is this what it�s come down to in the twenty-fifth century? Petty people with petty ambitions?�
Ben scoffed. �A simple mind like yours would never understand the responsibility to ensure the continuity of your way of life. The sacrifices and necessary decisions that great men make to protect our society. The goals of men throughout history have not changed. Only their scale. Men fought to lead Tribes, then Nations. They fought for Continents, then Sol. In this interstellar era, they fought over several planets, and now men wish to control the destinies of all worlds.
�Seventy years ago the Empire threatened USS ideals, they invaded our space and we fell back. They attacked and occupied countless worlds�brought us to the brink�until a fluke in technological development pulled us back. Now, they carry out raids under the guise of pirates operating inside our borders. They kidnap our citizens and sell them as Imperial Slaves. They subvert and destabilize our border territories, to weaken the USS. All the while, we sit idly by, guided by people with your sense of morality, while our military might slowly erodes. Another generation at this pace and the USS will be weak, fractured and unable to stand against the growing might of the Empire or anyone else. The people are blind to this, you are blind to this, and sadly, you people are the majority. But after today, they will fight for a cause that was destined to come, we�ve just shortened the timeline, and by doing so, we start this fight, while we have the capabilities to win it. It will be arduous and it will be costly, but we will prevail.�
�You see,� Aaron said, �before I thought you were just misguided. Now I know you�re completely off the deep end. You�re going to ignite an interstellar war because of half-truths, and unconfirmed information on those raids. The USSF has significantly cut those raids by increasing patrols on the frontier. We�re protecting our citizens. In fact, United Star Systems Fleet Intelligence has confirmed in some instances that free lancers are behind the raids, who are seeking opportunity with illegal slave trades. The Empire has a long-standing policy against buying slaves in this manner. Imperial Slaves give themselves into service to pay off debts and for other reasons.�
Ben James put his hands on Aaron�s shoulders and leaned to look directly into his eyes. �The more you spout, the more apparent it is how the information war was lost long ago. You believe Imperial Slave Traders carry out due diligence on their source of slaves? And you dare to ridicule me? But enough with your ignorance.� Ben James drew a projectile pistol and placed it against Rachael�s temple. �The code to enter your vessel which is landed outside the city, what is it?�
Aaron swallowed.
�I�ll give you three seconds,� Ben said.
Aaron began to fight the restraints. They cut into his wrist area, and although it seemed as if they were loosening, he wasn�t getting anywhere.
�Two.�
He rocked his chair back and forth, and finally it fell, he held his head forward to avoid the impact, but at least his back stopped hurting.
Ben�s comm chirped and went silent. He looked at it and smiled a thin smile. It seemed the executioner had received a pre-arranged signal of his own.
After the comm signal Rachael raised her head and spoke. �These things are hurting my wrists . . . just shoot him now and take these off me. He won�t give you the code. Threatening me won�t help you. The bastard doesn�t like me. He just hates to lose.�
Ben James dropped the pistol to his side, stepped forward and released her restraints. She stood and twisted around to face Aaron, standing to the right of Ben James.
�Rachael?� Aaron asked blinking in disbelief.
�I would be one of those associates Ben referred to earlier,� she said.
He dropped his head to
the floor and squeezed his eyes shut. The memories of
Ben knelt next to him.
�Oh dear,� he said. �I do believe your betrayal has struck a nerve with our cynical Commander Rayne. You have something to ask her, Commander?�
Aaron looked passed James towards her. �This mission . . . Supreme Commander Shepherd, is he one of you? At least do a faithful Fleet officer one last honor. Tell me, did I help spur this whole thing into motion?�
�You�ll get no such honor,� Ben said. �Fleet officer or not, you betrayed the USS by compromising it with your weak ideals. All you get is this little metal slug, inside your weak little brain.�
Ben James stood and stretched his arm toward Aaron.
�Aaron Rayne, former
Commander, USS
Aaron opened his eyes.
Rachael stood behind Ben to his right. Just moments before the world exploded and his eardrums ruptured, the final thing he saw was a sudden movement from Rachael.
Aaron snickered. �No one lives forever.�
****
The eternity passed.
Either Lee was supremely fortunate in his timing, or the goon pointing the weapon at Lieutenant Delaine�s head was anticipating some sort of signal. His thermal optics tracked the movement in the room. At the single entrance, two goons stood relaxed, clearly firm in the belief they were safe.
They were not.
Lee chuckled to himself
as he prepared the pulse pistol. The Commander would definitely call this a
plan �
If as he suspected, it was ordinary industrial barring, then the powerful grappler would penetrate. The pulse pistol should be all the distraction he needed to send the goon squad back to goon-ville.
Permanently.
The man over Lieutenant Delaine lowered his pistol and stepped forward. Then he reached down. The Lieutenant then stood next to her former captor and faced the Commander. This was an unforeseen turn of events, but he couldn�t dwell on it now. The man had raised his pistol to Aaron who lay motionless on the floor.
Lee stood on the building ledge, it was the same height as the other building, and his target window was about twenty feet below. He programmed the grappler to fire on a five-foot proximity and aimed it center of the window and ran back.
He gathered himself and sprinted for the edge. When he reached within five feet of the grappler, it launched its projectile. He then leaped over the ledge with his arm, and used the elbow mechanism as a catapult off the ledge, launching himself at an angle toward the same window. He had over forty feet to travel. But being rated to lift one ton, he was certain he could propel himself all the way.
The grappler spike arrived a few moments before him, and blasted through the window, splintering the glass and barreling outward across the room. The pulse pistol skirted across the floor and towards the direction of goon number one and two near the door. It exploded moments prior to his entry.
He too skated across the floor and towards the far wall feet first, an impact which would break his spine and other important parts. He slammed the arm down into the floor to anchor him and twisted his body to orient the arm to the wall. He stretched the arm, and impacted, allowing the majority of the energy to be absorbed on the elbow recoil.
He quickly surged to his feet, attempting to draw his projectile weapon, but he�d lost it during his graceful entry.
Goon one and two were down, but the door burst open and two more attempted entry. He leaped towards the door and hammered it with his battering ram of an arm. The door slammed into the first unfortunate fellow, ringing his bell, who then knocked the other one over. The other one scrambled to meet Lee. Unfortunately, for the goon, he looked up from the floor only in time to receive a hardened leather boot to the chin, followed by a crashing blow from a flesh fist. Curtains for this one.
Lee snapped up the man�s projectile weapon, and spun on the man who at one time had been standing over Aaron. That man was now raising his pistol with his right arm and clutching his temple with his left. The man fired several shots.
And as predicted he aimed for Lee�s center mass. Lee outstretched his arm in anticipation, which from this angle covered his chest, and the projectiles ricocheted off his palm. Those were the final shots the goon leader would ever fire as Lee raised his weapon and inserted a hole into the man�s forehead.
Delaine lay on the ground motionless not far from the Commander.
Lee knelt next to Commander Rayne.
�I leave you for one day and look at the trouble you get yourself into, sir.�
Aaron spoke slowly, his head lulled over to look at him.
�Lee,� he wheezed. �I�m a mess . . . I can�t feel my legs. Something�s wrong with my back. You don�t suppose Max could give me a new one do you?�
�We�ll fix your back, Commander, even if I have to give you my own. I�m carrying you out of here. Take this.� He handed Aaron the projectile pistol. �Watch my back, and sides, if you can. I�ll try to rouse sleeping beauty over there.�
Aaron shook his head. �Don�t bother, she�s one of them. As much as I�d like to take her into custody. I don�t think we can manage to get her out in my condition.�
Lee paused for a moment. One of them? Just didn�t seem right.
He shrugged. �You�re my priority, not her. Take a deep breath.� He hoisted the Commander over his shoulder and carried him over to the grappler. It was intact. The impact through the window dislodged the pulse pistol and it wasn�t near the exploding weapon.
Lee heard a ground car beneath them. If logic followed, the ground car could only be Flaps. Since he was certain he got all the goons. He trotted over to the window, leaned out and fired the grappler onto the roof. He held the control grip in his bionic hand. He turned, and sat on the window ledge, extended his arm up, and fell back. Immediately he engaged the reverse function and the grappler lowered the Commander and him slowly to the street below.
He twisted and dashed with his shoulder cargo for the ground car. Flaps had the side entrance open and together they placed Aaron, gently as possible into the rear compartment. Lee was barely in when Flaps dragged off.
***
Aaron�s eyes fluttered open. He blinked rapidly, but the haze seemed intent to remain. Then the outline of something familiar appeared. A few blinks later the outline turned into a familiar face�it was Lee.
�Commander,� Lee said. �Are you still in pain?�
Aaron paused a few
moments, he was lying flat in a bunk in the rear compartment of
�I don�t feel anything really, what did you give me?�
Lee held up a pressure syringe.
�The pain reliever to end all pain relievers,� he said. �I did a basic scan of your back. Nothing�s broken, but you might have a bruised or sprained spine, if such a thing were possible. It�ll hurt like someone hit you with a steel pipe but it isn�t permanent. An easy fix�for a doctor�according to my searches.�
�I suppose that�s good news. What�s our heading?�
Flaps popped his head into the cramped space with an eager smile. �We�re pursuing the ship which broke orbit just before us, Commander. Lee is certain the spy lady is aboard as well as a few other friends you guys made.�
Aaron relaxed into the bunk. Undoubtedly, Lee had mixed some sort of relaxation aid into the concoction. His eyelids felt like they had dumbbells attached to them. Either Lee felt he needed rest, or he didn�t want him aggravating his injury.
All the mean things he could think to call Lee for knocking him out at a time like this dissolved in a swirl as consciousness left him.
Chapter 22 � Proud Mother
Her most prized possession stood silently facing the mirror.
For the past five minutes her baby boy�no her young man�fidgeted with his dark uniform. He pulled it down at the front trying to smooth out any appearance of a fold. He grumbled as he took a step back and ran his fingers through his thick dark-blond hair. She never could get him to use a comb. He looked even paler now than when he left for the Academy. His features had hardened somewhat but his soft green eyes and dimples rivaled his father�s features.
Anna tried to contain her smile while she looked upon her only son. He was lean but muscular. At 5�9 she might be considered tall but she still had to stare up into her son�s eyes. He stood a complete head above her.
�Aaron, would you stop that. You look fine,� she said.
He grumbled. He was eighteen now and last year with her and Patrick�s permission he�d enrolled in United Star Systems Fleet Academy�s officer candidate program. From the age of twelve, Aaron had shown high aptitude in deep space navigation and starship engineering. However, he�d grown eager to learn about the military aspect of starships. Particularly tactical systems. Having scored in the top one percent in the entrance examination, the Academy had accepted him into its four-year program without hesitation. It wasn�t a common occurrence for seventeen-year-old boys.
He�d been �home� for
the past six weeks on leave. Home for Aaron was aboard
Aaron finally turned from the mirror and looked at her.
�It just feels a little loose,� he said, staring down at her.
She stared into his adorable green eyes.
�Oh stop it, Aaron. It fits perfect.�
Aaron had left with her complete blessing. However, although Patrick signed the waiver document due to Aaron�s age, he grumbled sometimes about his son �stomping around on some military warship light-years away and in possible danger�. No, there�d definitely been some tension between them when Aaron left. They spoke often enough when Aaron had the time, but Patrick worried excessively for his son. Anna told him that�s her job. Patrick had to be strong. She�d always been the disciplinarian. Aaron had always run to Patrick to escape punishment. It was a good balance in the end.
What Aaron couldn�t sense over the time-delayed messages was that Patrick was now the proudest father in all the universe. Every new picture he sent of himself aboard a ship or in his uniform, Patrick proudly displayed it in their quarters and on the bridge to the rest of the crew. He never stopped talking about his boy, the future starship captain.
�What do you really think, mom? I know nothing about my training ever seems to bug you, but what about this?�
He was referring to his specialization path, after he�d just completed a year of general training.
�Like I told you before you arrived. Whatever you choose to do, you�ll have a proud mother. If the tactical specialty is where you feel you belong then go for it. I suppose boys� fascination with guns transcends time itself.�
�You make it sound like it�s just about shooting something. There�s far more to a tactical officer than that. It is the ultimate responsibility. That�s why many tactical operators get their own command so quickly. You just become resolute and comfortable with your decisions much faster. I�m excited. My instructors tell me I�m on track to have my own ship by the time I�m 30.�
�Oh, Aaron. Don�t get cocky! You�ll get a command when the time�s right. No sooner and no later.� She straightened his Fleet insignia on either side of his collar. �My little man, the United Fleet officer.� Water welled in her eyes. �Do you at least promise to come and see your poor old mother when you get your own ship?�
Aaron held her cheeks in his palms and wiped a tear with his thumb.
He grinned his old silly toothy grin. �Wherever you and dad are, mom, if you call, I�ll come no matter what. Even if I have to take over the ship as a cadet.�
She buried her face in his chest and sobbed softly. He squeezed her and rubbed her back.
�Mom? What�s really bugging you?�
She leaned back looking at him. �It�s nothing. I�m so happy you�re following your dreams. I just hadn�t realized how hard it is with you gone. I kept this inside when you left. I didn�t want you worrying about me. And seeing you is just overwhelming.�
From the look on his face, she knew he didn�t have a clue it had been so hard to let him go.
�I tell your father not to worry all the time. Yet as you get closer to graduation and posting, I find my mind roving endlessly. What if this or that happens. What about pirates? What about the Baridian Empire? It�s just hitting me all at once.�
�You remember what you
told dad all those years ago when we moved aboard
She shrugged. Nothing particular came to mind.
He smirked. �You told him �no one lives forever�.�
She half laughed. �How fitting. I have no idea how you remember that.�
�Oh I remember alright,� he said. �I remember the look on dad�s face that day and then how he suddenly burst out laughing.�
The hatch parted and Patrick stepped through.
�Boy! Are you all set?�
He paused likely taking in the somber mood in the quarters. �Oh now, none of
that. Anna, we agreed, no tears until
It was true. They had agreed. But six weeks had come and gone so fast.
She straightened. �I Know, Pat. I just couldn�t help myself for a moment. I�m fine now. I promise.�
�Good,� Patrick said. �Aaron, come let me look at you.� He moved and stood in front of his son and held each of his shoulders. Looking over his uniform, he nodded. �Very good. Cadet first class. Ensign next year right?�
Aaron nodded. �If all goes well.�
Patrick chuckled. �Why wouldn�t it?�
�Just saying. Don�t want to get cocky. Right, mom?�
Anna rolled her eyes. �Right.�
�Okay. Well, the shuttle pilot is waiting on the hangar deck. I told him we�d be coming down shortly. Don�t mind your old folks coming down to the hangar to see you off, now do you?�
Aaron smirked. �Not at all, dad.�
A junior technician was passing the hatch in the corridor the same time and Patrick stopped him and gave him a handheld.
He reached to Aaron. �Come close. He�ll take a photo.�
They stood together with Aaron in the center. All three smiled as the junior technician nodded and indicated he�d snapped the shot. Patrick took the handheld and pocketed it. They exited the quarters together and walked through the ship to the hangar deck to the shuttle which would return Aaron to the Academy. For most of the way, they remained silent. Anna asked about a couple last minute things to make sure Aaron had everything. They entered the hangar and stopped in front the ramp to the shuttle.
Aaron turned to face his parents.
�I love you both. I�ll be back this same time next year.�
Anna looked at Patrick. He was biting his bottom lip. It quivered ever so slightly. If their son didn�t leave now Patrick would lose it in front his son.
�Oh get going, Aaron,� she said. �We�ll see if we can fit you into our busy schedules next time.�
He set down his duffle bag, bent and wrapped his arms around his mother. She almost couldn�t breathe. The brute was strong. He whispered in her ear and she whispered back. He then stood in front his father. The two of them stared at each other for a long moment. Then they hugged.
�I love you, dad.�
�I love you, son.�
He stepped back, picked up his bag and boarded the shuttle. He�d never know the pain they both felt that day.
Chapter 23 � Fight�And Run
The first hour Aaron
slept and strange images of Rachael swirled in even stranger dreams. Soon
Now he�d failed to
protect his home. His father might be dead. His crew would be next and then the
entire planet. Then the Imperials would march across
Who said that?
Silence! You get people killed, and starships destroyed, you�re reckless.
You can�t save everyone. That�s the problem, you just can�t let go.
Good, stop tormenting me, at least I�ll have no other deaths on my conscience.
No.
I will fail. We will all die.
Aaron�s eyes shot open and he gasped for air as he sat straight. His shirt was soaked. He couldn�t quite place where he was now. Someone else was there, who was it? He fought to focus.
Lee stood there staring at him. He fought himself awake.
�Lieutenant, a stimulant, now,� he said, wiping sweat from his forehead.
Lee fetched one and administered it. He looked at the Lieutenant and narrowed his eyes.
�Tell me everything,� Aaron said.
Lee told him everything that occurred once they parted ways planet side. First, the multiple explosions they witnessed and then a goon squad�as Lee labeled them�tried to capture them. Aaron had only heard those explosions.
Aaron sighed. He�d give anything just for some answers this time, instead of more questions. He looked at the datachip his father gave him. There was no time for it now. He knew what he had to do.
What role had the Empire played in this scenario?
Then there was Rachael.
He wasn�t sure if she was alive, and if she was, he wasn�t sure he wouldn�t shoot her on sight. How could the Supreme Commander�s most trusted operative be in league with the persons who seized him? Was the Supreme Commander himself rogue? If he was, that put two people in his crosshairs.
That final thought sent a shudder through his body. If the Supreme Commander was rogue or somehow part of the conspiracy, then surely the USS was fractured already�from the inside. Only two people could provide the answers to his questions, the first was Rachael, and the second was Supreme Commander Shepherd. But then a third person sprung to mind.
Quintus Scipio.
And only one of those three was in reach. He was certain Rachael was on that ship and he somehow felt even more certain if he tracked her, he�d find Quintus Scipio.
He pulled a crumpled
paper photo out of his jacket pocket and looked at it. Both his parents were on
****
� Quintus stared at the virtual reality display. The output from the ship�s sensors showed colorful swirling ribbons of exotic gasses surrounding the destroyer.
Since eavesdropping on the meeting between the Lord Praetor and the Deputy Supreme Leader of the USS, he�d tossed endlessly in his suite. The once soft mattress was now a bed of bricks. Who would ever believe two high-level politicians colluded to ignite an interstellar war?
The only good fortune in such a dark scenario was he was finally certain the Lord Praetor was not acting on authority from the Emperor. And he could prove it. The Praetor�s lies and abuse of near unquestionable authority would be laid bare for all to see. When it came time to act against the Lord Praetor, this would be the single most important factor. Once he exposed Bannon�s treachery across the gathered fleet, it would be a simple matter to take him into custody and order the withdrawal of the fleet. However, Quintus had learned from early�things rarely went according to plan aboard warships.
His thoughts went to
Platus on
�My Lord,� the tactical officer called, his voice tight. �Scouts report two small unknown ships approaching our location. Arrival within two hours.�
Quintus moved near the officer.
�Analysis,� he said.
�The first ship�s power output indicates it may be a high-speed courier,� he said, keying some more commands. �Yet, the computer has found no match for this power signature. Neither is its configuration a match for any known USS civilian or military ships. The second ship definitely outputs a military power curve.�
�What about Imperial ships? Any similarities to any of our designs?�
The look on the young officer�s face revealed he was puzzled by the last question. �Negative, Lord Commander,� he finally said.
Quintus stared at the screen. �Whoever these new contacts are, they are on a direct course for the nebula�or they are on a direct course for us.�
�I concur, either one or both know we are here or they are headed for the nebula as a pure coincidence,� the tactical officer said.
�And I do not believe in such.�
�Should we send a message to the Lord Praetor?�
�No,� he approached and leaned in. �Continue to monitor and maintain emission silence.�
Quintus resumed his virtual reality gazing.
****
By some twist of misfortune, Lieutenant Alvarez found himself alone for two days with no company other than Max�so he found himself alone with no company. The strange man was useless around the ship. He had mainly kept to himself reading some paper book. Unbelievably, the man�s entire family over the past few centuries had passed on a dislike for digital devices�or maybe the doctor just preferred to be different.
The time alone was
beneficial, however. Alvarez had really made headway in the last few hours and
discovered something that was sure to concern Aaron. Not only would it present
more unanswered questions. It would stimulate a memory which his friend seemed
quite content to bury�the loss of
After
He sighed.
Interestingly enough, as if sensing some breakthrough Max had accompanied him during this last systems check. Perhaps the doctor brought good luck. Alvarez�s personnel device beeped. He�d interfaced it with the ship�s systems. Notwithstanding modern automation, one person couldn�t single handedly man a starship. Let alone a prototype.
Max shut his book and looked up. It was the first time in two days he�d shown interest in anything.
�What�s happening?� he asked.
�Ship�s sensors are detecting
two approaching ships. One is
�What do we do?�
�What else? We help catch the Commander�s quarry. We�ll start vectoring for an intercept; we won�t overtake the other vessel before it breaches the nebula boundary, however.�
�Shouldn�t we signal Aaron? Let them know help is on the way?�
Alvarez shook his head. �If we signal him or he signals us, it could reveal our position to anyone looking. That�s why he hasn�t yet. He�ll know where we are, and that we�re likely to be right where he needs us. I�m going up to the bridge to monitor things. I�m pretty much finished what I was doing.�
To his surprise, Max closed the book and followed him to the bridge. The power issues might no longer be a concern, however, those power fluctuations revealed an uncomfortable reality about the ship. He�d seen those fluctuations before.
He and Max entered the bridge, and the latter took his assumed place in the seat reserved for the ship�s Executive Officer. Alvarez moved to the ops station and searched the primary systems. He had no theories on the possible sabotage, but if he was right about the resulting power fluctuations, then it wouldn�t take long to confirm his other suspicion about the ship.
He browsed through the
weapons systems interface, scrolling through them�
Life sure seemed simpler when he was just an ops officer.
****
Almost two hours passed
since their quarry entered the emission nebula and
�Commander,� he said. �I�m picking up an anomalous reading. Medium range, source is inside the Nebula, can�t fully zero in on it from this distance. I believe it�s an emission from our quarry we could use to track it.�
Aaron linked his station into the data and turned to face Lee over to his left. �What�s anomalous about it, Lee?�
�Vee would have worked this out sooner but I had the computer running a deep analysis of our long range scans. It flagged the reading. As you know, it normally just consists of a bunch of gasses. But there�s also a faint trace of deuterium.�
Flaps looked up.
�What�s
�It shouldn�t be there,� Aaron said, turning to Flaps on his right. �Flaps, take us to within ten million kilometers of the source. Adjust course and zero in as detection becomes more apparent. Full power on short-range scan.�
As
In addition to advanced
reflective polarized armor,
Human ingenuity was something to marvel. They�d created equipment to detect and analyze just about anything they were aware of and phenomena they probably weren�t. From proximity to motion, all kinds of imaging, photon, and optical sensors. Quantum sensors, radar, LIDAR, phased arrays, magnetic and pressure sensors. The list was exhaustive.
�Commander, I recommend
an easy .3
�Very well, Ensign,� Aaron nodded his approval. They didn�t want to disturb any volatile pockets of plasma and the speed would give them more flexibility to maneuver. Now to the tactical situation.
�Lee. Your thoughts please.�
Lee gestured wildly with his hands. �Just some speculation, Commander. That�s refined deuterium we�ve detected. I know that for sure. Far more refined than even the Fleet used before. I think that�s the most important thing here. This nebula was never found to contain pockets of hydrogen, there shouldn�t be any trace of deuterium in here. We�ll have to get much closer than ten million kilometers inside that thing to get clearer readings, localize the source and track it.�
Aaron nodded. �Our
proximity will be dictated by safety. Any signs the armor isn�t up to the task
and we turn around. Our polarization doesn�t have the power reserves to draw on
like
�Aye, sir, understood.�
The sensors projected their interpretation of the exotic swirling nebula gases on the holo-viewer. A hypnotic display.
�We�re doing this by
the book,� Aaron said. �Polarize the armor. Secure
Polarizing the armor plating would strengthen the molecular bonding of the armor material and deflect high-energy strikes which the nebula might discharge incidentally. It would also protect the ship against directed energy weapons such as military strength lasers. Though the polarization was subject to attrition once contacted by extreme heat sources.
The small strike craft
only had one micro-fabricator. She wasn�t designed as a long-range combat
vessel, but rather one capable of defending itself long enough to escape when
deployed on a scout mission. With only one full magazine of tungsten ammunition
All systems were ready. They were ready.
�Take us in.�
�Aye, sir,� Flaps responded.
The deck rumbled as
Flaps pushed the engines. On the holo-viewer the rainbow display of swirling
nebula gasses embraced the ship. It was almost a calming effect. Two minutes
later
�Lee, anything further?�
Lee shook his head. His eyes never left his instruments as he spoke. �Not quite, Commander.�
�Define not quite, Lee. As in nothing further at all, or a little but you still haven�t pinpointed the source?�
�The latter mostly. I�m doing the best I can. I�m feeding a search pattern into the computer now. We can move through those areas first. Either I�m getting a ghost reading or the source has split in two. It�s somewhere within one of our search grids,� he highlighted it on the main holo-viewer. �Unless there�re two different sources. Those discharges are nasty. We could spring a leak if one hits us. We should peep around the corners from here on.�
The tactical officer�s words lingered in the air, and he hadn�t even realized the ominous implications of what he�d said. The nebula was the least of their problems.
Aaron pounded a fist on his seat. Why hadn�t he seen this?
He could just kick himself. �Ensign, full reverse! Bring us around. Take us out of the nebula, maximum acceleration once we�re clear.�
Another minute and the evasive maneuver may have been too late.
If the helmsman wanted to protest the sudden change in orders, he didn�t show it. Hearing his commander�s hard tone, he complied nearly immediately. Good on him.
�What�s changed, Commander?� Flaps asked.
�I don�t know it
changed, but rather always was. That courier isn�t trying to evade us in here,
it may be a rendezvous. Another vessel is definitely inside with us. We�ll dock
with
Miroslav suddenly pulled tighter on his restraints. �I probably was better off not knowing.�
�PDCs deployed, Commander,� Lee reported.
Whoever they were, they hadn�t chosen to hide in a nebula because they wanted to send mutual greetings of peace and long life. Aaron laughed inside at the ridiculous idea.
The deck lurched slightly. The curtains were drawn the show had begun.
Flaps shouted. �Explosion above us, sir! Point defense cannons took out some kind of missile. Reading traces of matter/antimatter.�
That had been close. The nebula interference scrambling the sensors would wreak havoc with the detection of hostile ordnance. But it proved adequate for now. But how much closer would they get?
�Flaps. Ahead flank! Get us out of here, we�re blind.�
�Sir, that�ll likely cause some damage to the engines,� Flaps called back.
�And unknown weapons fire will likely cause certain death,� Aaron answered. �Punch it, Ensign.�
The Ensign shoved the control forward to signal the ship its pilot demanded full power to engines. The patrol craft obeyed, and each of them slammed against the seats as the inertia compensators lagged slightly behind. The ship bucked and lurched as it vectored through nearby electrical and plasma discharges.
�Nearing the nebula boundary!� Flaps yelped.
A quick look showed they had just two minutes to go before exiting the embrace of the nebula. Sometimes, two minutes could feel like two days.
The vibration increased throughout the ship. They weren�t using headsets in this small space. It hadn�t been necessary. And none of them had put on any, so they resorted to shouting to project above the chaos.
Lee reported. �Commander! Huge power signature detected�directly astern! Not detecting any signs of damage to it, no deuterium leaks, it can�t be what we detected earlier.�
Aaron gripped his armrests. �Regardless, whoever it is definitely doesn�t like us, or the fact we won at hide and seek.�
�Energy spikes from the contact! He�s firing lasers!�
One minute until the effective boundary of the nebula. The deck lurched�harder this time.
�Direct hit astern. He�s almost on top of us, Commander, we can�t evade at this range!� Flaps said.
A laser fired from less than one light-second would strike instantaneously. How such a huge contact got so close without them detecting it was more what Aaron wished to know now.
Thunderous booms echoed inside the cabin. More laser strikes. The armor had been compromised. Laser effectiveness rose exponentially the longer the beam sustained contact with a target, heating up its surface and incinerating it.
�Polarization is weakening, those lasers are powerful! Twenty seconds to boundary.�
A collective breath was held by all and blown out when they emerged with the patrol craft intact.
Flaps was looking at him. �What do we do, sir?�
Only one thing to do.
�We fight�and run.� Undoubtedly, that confused the young Ensign. How does one fight and run is what he was probably wondering.
Well, he was about to
find out. The unfortunate reality, however, like other smaller warships, the
most potent of
�Cut acceleration, bring the bow around one eighty. We�ll coast away with our fists up. Time to punch back. Lee, arm torpedo warheads, full railgun spread on my mark. Maximum firing rate, empty the magazine. Before we fire, Ensign, I want you to execute delta nine strike pattern.�
�Delta nine, aye,� Flaps said.
�Warheads armed, railguns primed, firing solution locked in,� Lee acknowledged.
Aaron watched the
tactical display. He focused on
The timing had to be just right.
�Ensign. Stand by,� he held his breath and waited.
�Ensign, delta dine maneuver . . . hammer them, Lieutenant!�
The target emerged from
the nebula, like a leviathan from the ocean. It fired some kind of point
defense, but there wasn�t enough time for it to track and destroy
The predator was now
visible to
�Commander! Target is
Imperial
An
Moments later the heavier ordnance reached.
The first four
torpedoes missed entirely. The next three compromised the obviously impressive
armor protecting the oversized belligerent. Despite the ordnance having a
smaller yield than her larger counterparts on
�Reading massive power fall off, Commander,� Lee reported. �The big beast is definitely wounded! One moment . . . I�m detecting several destroyer-sized ships emerging from the nebula! Same power emissions�tracking.� He adjusted and tweaked the returns from the sensors as the computer assisted him in analyzing the data. �One of them is leaking deuterium�I guess we found what we were looking for!�
�And more it would seem,� Aaron said.
�Three contacts, each 200 meters in length,� Lee reported. �High power curve, unknown design, but definitely Imperial power signature! They�re pursuing. The dreadnought has veered off.�
�Ensign, new course; one-six-zero
mark three-zero,� Aaron said. �Ahead full, by now
�Aye, sir.
Aaron adjusted his
tactical view resolution. The cruisers hadn�t fired yet. At least not that he
could tell. They�d bloodied the dreadnought�s nose with a hit and run. Then the
situation turned complicated with the appearance of three more Imperial vessels
and there was nothing in the USSF database about these new ships. He saw no
indication the pursuing vessels had fired.
�Lee, what are they doing?�
Lee was no operations expert. Aaron would have to be patient as the tactical officer struggled to interpret the numerous graphs, waves, and readouts on his instruments. It was one thing to view a tactical layout as displayed visually by the sensors, but another to interpret the raw reception of data received. He was playing the role of ops and tactical now.
�Chasing us, Commander?� Lee responded.
�Lieutenant!�
�I don�t know, Commander. They aren�t doing anything. There�s nothing here telling me they�re doing anything else. No LIDAR returns for near objects, no motion detection or proximity alerts�nothing.�
�We�ve got to go outside the box here, Lee.�
Lee shook his head, he was getting frustrated. �Sir, the PDCs are active. All scanning astern. The moment they launch any warheads the guns will take care of them. I don�t know why they haven�t fired lasers, maybe these new ships aren�t equipped with any. Like us, Imperial ships retract main batteries inside the hull for protection when they aren�t firing. I can�t think of any other reason not to finish us. We know the Empire made recent breakthroughs with laser weapons, but we haven�t exactly, ah�measured these breakthroughs.�
Aaron�s chest tightened. �We�re missing something. Go strictly thermal. Give me a view of the pursuing vessels on the tactical holo-imager.�
Lee tapped a few commands into his console. A 3D holo-image, showing an outline of the three pursuing ships appeared above the center forward area, projected from the imager in the overhead.
�Now, enhance the resolution of the space between our ships to maximum. Leave their ships at normal resolution.�
As Lee adjusted the
image according to the parameters given, several barely noticeable orange
spots�indicating far less heat output than the hostile vessel�appeared
in-between the pursuing ships and
�Damn! Flaps, hard over! Go starboard! Angle us down z-minus thirty degrees. Lee, set PDCs to manual fire�direct astern. Aim along the vector from the enemy contact, fifteen-degree field of fire only. Keep it narrow and protect our tail. Fire!�
As Flaps threw the ship
hard over to starboard and angled down below their current plane,
�Registering multiple explosions, above and to the rear of our position, only a few thousand kilometers. Detecting matter/antimatter traces. What the hell?�
The enemy was firing
antimatter warheads, but
�Feed that data directly to the PDCs. Have it target any anomalous or mismatching heat readings anywhere near us,� Aaron ordered.
Their pursuers didn�t
accelerate, but Aaron was certain these enemy ships could overtake
Nothing was as it seemed.
Chapter 24 � Surrender
Quintus stood with his hands behind his back, facing the tactical display.
Several minutes earlier
He warned the fool
Brutus not to leave the nebula and to allow the other unknown ship to depart.
Quintus was certain the other ship they monitored entering the nebula would
have someone aboard who knew what happened on
Of course, his squadron was loyal to him, but they were also loyal to the Empire. If they longed for war with the USS, then he was as an obstacle to that goal. Brutus couldn�t have accomplished this much without wider support within the Navy. However, he couldn�t sit idly in the nebula while a United Fleet ship, an unknown ship at that, destroyed his flagship and not take action.
�Helm, take us out of the nebula. Full speed.�
�Weapons, load the
�Yes, Lord Commander, and lasers?�
�No. Lasers would certainly do too much harm. I intend to capture this vessel and its occupants intact.�
The unknown vessel swung around and began to accelerate along a different vector.
�Analyze that vector and project likely destinations.�
�Calculating,� the navigator said. �Nothing for hundreds of light-years along that vector. It seems they are in a hurry to go nowhere.� He looked back at his instruments. �Lord Commander, our missiles were intercepted far beyond the desired range, it seems their PDCs are up to the task.�
Quintus shook his head. �After how much the engineers touted their stealth systems?�
�Indeed, my Lord.�
�Very well then, medium
power only to lasers, precision targeting, aim for their engines. Once that
ship�s main power is out, helm, take us within range. Inform the centurions to
prepare for boarding action. I don�t want any surprise bursts of antimatter
projectiles ruining us like
�Yes, sir.�
�They�re using some type of new armor, flag it for intelligence and analysis,� Quintus said.
�Yes, Lord Commander. The vessel�s main power is offline and their main engine is disabled. Reading only minimal power now.�
Quintus motioned to his comm officer, who opened a hail to the unknown vessel.
�Unknown vessel, this
is Lord Commander Quintus Scipio of the Imperial warship
****
The message repeated.
�
Aaron leaped from his seat, Quintus Scipio!
�Lee, signal our surrender.�
�Sir? Imperials?�
�Now, Lee! Before he changes his mind. He has no idea who we are, we�ve got no identification transponders. We�re not at war yet!�
Whoever Quintus was, the Imperial agent on the planet gave his life to ensure Aaron would somehow find him. Now he had.
It was time for some answers.
He heard Lee signaling their surrender, everyone was fine apart from a few knocks. The laser strikes quickly penetrated the new armor and burned into the hull. He suspected that was largely to do with the power available to the polarized armor on this small strike craft. That they�d survived the strike at all, revealed volumes in terms of the level of protection it offered over the previous generation of polarized armor plating. Either that or the upgraded Imperial lasers were remarkable. Enough to disable them with precision strikes, yet no catastrophic damage.
The ship shuddered. Another craft�the boarding party�had likely connected to the outer airlock.
Followed by Miroslav and Lee, Aaron moved down the ladder to the small cargo deck. He stepped to the inner airlock and keyed it open, granting the Imperials access. They stormed the cargo bay and grabbed him first, a rifle butt to his gut and one to the back of his head. Perhaps they should have been gentler with their surrendered prisoners.
Lee took extreme
offense to the umbrage. The first yowl told Aaron some poor Imperial trooper
would be laying in a recovery bed for a month. He looked up and winced as a
second trooper struck the far side bulkhead, a distinct
A trooper then held a rifle to Aaron�s head and Lee paused mid-swing. He�d poised to strike another trooper with his bionic arm when a commanding voice yelled from the airlock.
�Stop!�
The Imperial troopers froze�the one pointing the gun at Aaron�s head lowered it.
�Who commands this vessel?� the new voice asked.
Aaron raised his hand from the floor. �That would be me down here.�
�And you are?� the voice questioned.
�No one important.�
The head honcho nodded.
�Very well,� he said. �No one important, you agreed to surrender, why are three of my men near death? We could have destroyed your ship.�
Lee answered that. �You
charged in here and assaulted us. We offered no resistance, you�re
Aaron shook his head. �Lee, my friend forever, stand down, release the trooper.�
The Imperial looked toward Lee. �No harm will come to you, so long as you come peacefully. I give you my word.�
�The word of an Imperial means nothing to me. I surrender because my Commander asks me to.�
�Very well,� the
Imperial said. He turned to one of his men. �Centurion, assist the
With a sweep of his cape, the Imperialist trotted off through the airlock.
****
Quintus awaited the arrival of his guest. After having their injuries tended to, he summoned the Commander to his office.
The man�s green eyes didn�t hide their contempt for Quintus. Quintus ordered comfortable restraints be placed on the guest. They would not restrict his movement, so long as he moved slowly. If he tried to run, or move his hands wildly, the restraints would activate.
�Commander, sit please,� Quintus said, as his guard ushered the Commander in.
The Commander hesitated a moment, then took the offered seat.
Quintus dismissed the escorting guards. �I am Lord Commander Quintus Scipio of the Imperial Navy, as it would seem you carry the same rank as I, you may refer to me as Quintus. That is Empire custom. And you are a guest of the Empire.�
His guest snorted. �I�m no Lord Commander. I think you�re confused. Since I�m a guest�can I go now?�
�No,� Quintus said. �It could be worse�you could be a prisoner.�
�What do you want, Quintus?�
�I want to know, who
you are, why you chased the other ship to the nebula, and what happened on
The Commander shifted
in his seat. �Oddly enough I was looking for you and I don�t know what happened
other than
The Commander probably
thought he was trying his best, but Quintus knew he was lying. �Now that you�ve
found me,� Quintus said. �It would be a good time to say why you were looking
for me, because from our point of view, we�ve captured you fleeing
��
Quintus raised his eyebrows. �You met Platus?�
�Oh, Platus, was he? He�s more �deadus� now.�
The blood drained from
his face and Quintus lowered his head and squeezed his fists.
He said. �Very callous, Commander. Please would you tell me how he died?�
The guest sighed deeply.
�He died saving me, and a friend. Who I�m not sure was a friend to begin with.�
Quintus rose and stood
in front of his guest. �Did he say anything to you? He had a very important
mission�I personally dispatched him to
�He said he wasn�t my enemy . . . then his killer shot him in the back and with his dying breath he called your name. What was his mission? Why are you sending operatives to a USS planet?�
Quintus turned away and lowered his head for a few moments.
��Look, Quintus . . .
obviously Platus was a member of your crew and meant something to you. He died
saving me. Only to be shot in the back by the same people who attempted to kill
me on
Quintus looked up with fiery eyes.
�Platus wasn�t only my
friend,� he said. �He was my brother. And I concur with your assessment. In
exchange for your cooperation, I will tell you Platus� mission. It would help
to confirm whether you are my enemy or not. You�re the last person to see him
alive. His mission was to confirm or deny the existence of a rogue USS group
planning a false-flag attack on
�Rayne, Aaron, former
Commander of USS
�Quintus gritted his
teeth. Rayne was telling him half-truths. He couldn�t hold that against him,
this USSF officer had taken more than an ordinary leap of faith to cooperate
with him. �So you, Commander Rayne, are Shepherd�s operative on
�This is a grievance I
will personally ensure has repercussions for Shepherd. However, you and I are
not enemies. Not of the kind which lurks out there now as we speak. I have
further evidence, which I will show you of collusion between your United
Systems Deputy Supreme Leader and Lord Praetor Brutus Bannon. Your leader
conspired with our Lord Praetor to commit the attack on
Quintus left out the part they were aboard one of those fancy new pieces of technology right now.
�How can you be so sure of your conclusions?� Aaron asked.
�I had the advantage of having the chief conspirator�Bannon himself�within eaves dropping range. I suspected initially the Lord Praetor was up to the usual political games, in his bid to gain higher notoriety within the Empire. Not wishing to leave the lives of my crew to chance, I decided to be sure. Platus was Empire intelligence. He had access to the necessary resources. Thanks only to him, I discovered the full depth of the Lord Praetor�s schemes. Platus� final act saved your life and with that the hope that together we might stop Bannon.�
�And you, Quintus? Where do you stand?�
�There are many within the Empire�s Navy, who wish to invade the USS again and reverse your aggressive expansion. And there are just as many who are content for the status quo to remain. Imperial citizens generally, however, really could not care less. The distinct issue is no one wears their beliefs on their sleeves. If the majority of this fleet supports the Lord Praetor that could be a problem. Thus far, none of them is aware of his true intent. All they know is they are on a mission of grave significance to the survival to of the Empire.�
Quintus tapped something underneath his desk and released the passive restraints on the Commander.
�Commander Rayne, you are not my enemy. Perhaps in another life, I would even call you friend. Although we may not be allies, however, we have a common interest. We must prevent this madness.�
Quintus met Aaron in the center�Aaron stood.
�We will assist in
whatever way we can to repair your vessel. You will depart and rendezvous with
your fleet nearing
Quintus crossed his arm against his breastplate.
Aaron extended his hand.
Quintus shook it.
�What will you do if your crew chooses war?� Aaron asked.
Indeed, not even Quintus was certain. �For once in my life, I am not certain. I am a loyal servant of the Empire. A war could destroy it, and then what would I have to serve. If it comes to war, I might be forced to defend it. Even if I made efforts to stop it�or I could decide to have no part in it. Either way it goes on with or without me.�
��I hope it doesn�t come to that, Quintus. I hate shooting honorable men.�
****
Aaron spun and
Quintus�s personal guard escorted him to
�Commander?� Lee asked. �I didn�t know you were a diplomat with expert negotiating skills.�
Aaron recalled what
Platus said to him on
�Quintus is not our enemy. Let�s go, boys, somewhere out there, our real enemy awaits.�
Chapter 25 � Fortune Favors the Bold
The strike craft sustained structural damage which would require repairs at a shipyard. An engineer could remedy the damage to the engines, but since neither of them qualified, Aaron chose the next best course of action�call Vee.
Despite his
reservations, Quintus showed he was deserving of trust. The Imperial could have
seized
The United Fleet
wouldn�t be far from
An hour after departing
the Imperial ship,
Flaps jarred him.
�Commander, incoming
hail from
About time. He triggered open a channel. �XO, took you long enough. Stand by for docking procedure. We took some hits and might be a little shaky.�
Relief was apparent in
Vee�s reply. �
�Plenty happened, Vee.
I�ll give you the details once we�re aboard. Flaps, take us in. And, Vee, once
�Aye, sir, we�ll be on the deck in five,� Flaps said.
�
****
Vee met them on arrival along with Max. On the way to the bridge Aaron gave the XO a summary of everything that occurred from the time they left the ship up to the meeting with Quintus Scipio.
When Aaron finished Vee shook his head.
�Rachael,� he said. �I can�t believe it. Just can�t.�
Aaron fixed him with serious look. �Out of everything I just told you, that�s what you latch on to?�
Vee shrugged. �I was beginning to like her. Besides, when I spoke to her last, she seemed quite fond of you.�
Did Vee hit his head?
�Fond? And how did that come up?�
�She felt you were avoiding her and she came to me and��
�What are you, her
psychologist?� he snapped. �Forget it . . . Lieutenant Delaine is the least of
our problems now. Once we halt this madness at
They reached the bridge.
�Aaron,� Vee said. �I didn�t��
Aaron stopped and looked at the others as they passed. �Prepare the ship to fight, Vee. We have to survive the next few hours if we intend to prevent a war.�
Lee and Flaps moved past them and took their stations, careful not to look at Aaron as they did. No doubt, they heard the entire exchange, but you�d never get them to admit it. When Max passed him, however, the doctor whispered, �Seems the spy lady got into your head, boy.�
Maybe he was right. But Aaron wasn�t going to admit it. He glared at Max as he passed. �If you remain on the bridge, Max, don�t get in the way.�
Max glared back but said nothing.
Flaps wiggled behind the helm. �This will be fun!�
�Long before this battle is over, Flaps,� Lee cautioned, as he took up the weapons station, �you will definitely have a change of heart.�
Aaron grunted as he took the command seat and adjusted the arm terminals. �When you hear the screams of your colleagues from stricken ships, their dying gasps for breathable air that isn�t coming, and no reprieve from plasma fires melting you through a bulkhead, you�ll understand.�
Aaron gazed across the bridge as the crew adjusted their stations. Flaps� gelled hair, matted in sweat against his forehead. As usual, there was no noticeable change in Lee�s appearance. Max now gripped the sides of the seat reserved for an Executive Officer, not much cynicism present. Poor Vee looked haggard, his stubble rife with grey hairs, he also looked troubled, his brow creased.
Aaron rose and moved over to Vee and leaned in to his ear.
�What else is troubling you, Vee, besides Lieutenant Delaine?�
Vee shook his head. �I don�t want to burden you with anything else just before a battle.�
�Might be more of a burden knowing something is troubling you and not what it is. Spill it, Vee.�
Vee sighed. �While you were frolicking on the planet, I repaired the ship fluctuations. A third rate technician could have corrected the problem. That alone was strange, but it reminded me of something else and I dug a little further.� He lowered his voice. �Aaron, we�ve both seen those fluctuations when . . .�
�When
�Yes,� Vee said. �And
when I dug further, I unlocked a �kinetic barrier� system and the missile
systems. The advanced �havoc� missile system can launch ordnance, which accelerates
to near superluminal speeds. They�re the same missiles which hit
�It means another ship exactly
like
�No. This ship
destroyed
�Then who? Who
sabotaged this ship to save us during the attack on
�That�s the one question I wish I had an answer for,� Vee said.
�Keep this to yourself for now,� Aaron said, moving back to the command seat.
Aaron approached the
command chair and clapped Max on the back as he passed and sat. �Don�t worry,�
he said. �I promised I�d get you back safely to
Max shifted to look back at him. �I think I�ve endured the exact opposite of each of your promises so far. I hope this is the one promise you keep. What the blazes am I even going to do on a spaceship in combat?�
�Moral support, Max, and good luck.�
Max grunted. �You think I�m some kind of warship mascot?�
Aaron snickered. �Not
at all. Technically, it�s peacetime so we don�t call them warships. That makes
you a
�Judging by what�s about to go down here, I�d say warship might be appropriate.�
�No, Max, not if me and Quintus have anything to say about it.�
Aaron resumed racking his brain about the ship�s bizarre and elusive origins�and capabilities.
�Ensign,� he said,
rising out of his seat, and approaching the helm. He leaned in close. �This
ship has the ability to make short jumps
�Aye, sir,� Flaps replied, moving to join Vee at the ops station near the rear of the bridge.
Aaron moved to the
tactical station. �Lee,
�Aye, Commander. I can tell you right now, however, at long range and within one light-second they will be ideal. Between four to five light-seconds, in a skirmish surrounded by friendly ships, is where it�s gonna get dicey. Of course if we fought this battle ourselves, we could spit them out and not worry at all.�
Aaron slapped Lee on the shoulder. �I�ll leave you to it, Lieutenant, that�s my thinking as well, but you�re the expert.�
Aaron returned to his
seat pondering what Vee told him. If this ship destroyed
Aaron shook his head, there�d be nothing left of them to get answers to these burning questions if they didn�t survive. �Status, XO?�
�All ship systems prepped and ready,� Vee said. �Kinetic barrier, reflective armor and our over powered combat thrusters energized and ready when the call comes.�
Aaron nodded. �Very well then,� he said. �Lieutenant Lee?�
Lee swung his chair to face the command seat.
�Ready, Commander,� he said. �Railgun magazines fully loaded, turret deployment is functioning and responsive, and I�ve programmed the PDCs with additional algorithms for those new Imperial stealth missiles. I�ve also prepared a data packet for transmission throughout the United Fleet. Good thing they shot them at us by the nebula. Those things could have decimated half our fleet before we knew what hit us. I�m also working on our side project and making good progress with my simulations.�
�Well done, Lieutenant,� Aaron said, turning to face the ops station behind and to his right. �XO, given the simulations you�ve run with the kinetic barrier and our other systems, what�s the likelihood of complications?� Aaron asked.
Vee hesitated. �Without further empirical data I can�t be certain and the ship�s logs have been wiped. All the systems should be easy enough to activate. They�re mostly controlled by the battle computer with some input from the operators. But be mindful of the power draw. We won�t be able to fire weapons, maintain the reflective armor and the kinetic barrier all at once. We�re as combat capable as we can be with only the handful of us.�
What Vee meant was the four of them could fly and fight the starship but without a full crew when it came to damage control and other battle-space conditions, they would be at a significant disadvantage. Although repair nanites sealed hull breaches, they took a varying amount of hours to do so based on the extent of damage. Damage control crews usually kept the ship sealed and fighting until nanites repaired the damage�after the engagement. From the call to general quarters, well-drilled damage control teams in vacuum suits, stood ready throughout the ship to apply emergency hull seals.
�Fortune favors the bold,� Aaron said, to no one in particular.
Aaron saw Lee smile. Only the Lieutenant and Max would appreciate the quote.
Flaps shook his head. �I swear you people love to say strange things at the weirdest times.�
�Well,� Vee said
laughing, �stick with the Commander any longer and you�ll soon become a
culprit.� His console beeped. �Incoming hail from the planet for you,
Commander. Prime Minister of
�Send to the ready
room.� He hadn�t grown comfortable calling it
Aaron slipped into the ready room and activated the screen.
�
�I don�t think you�ll get a response either. This attack may have been in motion for some time.�
�
�That�s the one promise you know I can�t make dad. I�ll see you soon.�
Chapter 26 � 70 Years of Peace
Aaron returned to the bridge and took the command seat. Over the next hour as the opposing fleets maneuvered, he studied the tactical notes on the systems unlocked by Alvarez. Miroslav informed he�d finished running simulations with what they now called the blink drive. Based on the range and time required to charge between each jump, they devised workable strategies for its use during the pending engagement. Lee had finished his battle simulations sooner since it was a matter of determining the best use for such high-speed missiles. The Lieutenant had a keen tactical mind.
Aaron then turned his
attention to and studied the tactical situation on the holo-imager. The
Imperial fleet held just outside
The USSF ships� deployment followed standard doctrine for large-sized engagements. There hadn�t been an engagement of this magnitude since the war ended seventy years prior.
The center comprised the majority of the heaviest ships, protected by a forward screen of frigates and destroyers commonly referred to as front-line or picket ships. The heavy cruisers protected the flanks. The Imperials deployed a similar strategy. Despite not commanding any major fleet actions in recent years, Shepherd didn�t rise to Supreme Commander without good reason. Oh no . . . �Mad Dog� Shepherd earned his nickname years ago when he rammed a Mercenary Alliance dreadnought with his crippled flagship. The daring maneuver broke the enemy formation and cleared the way for his battleship formation to pulverize the forward Mercenary formation. The lessons learned today would be taught at Fleet Academy for years to come.
The Imperial fleet held a slight numerical advantage with seventy ships to the United Fleet�s fifty-five. Another worrisome force multiplier was those damned stealth missiles packing matter/antimatter. The only good news was the new Imperial warheads were slow and they were aware of their existence. Then there were the advanced laser batteries. Who knows how many of the Imperial ships mounted the new weapons systems? That detail alone could shape the way this engagement went.
Although
After studying the
sensor returns from Shepherd�s ships, it was apparent the shipyards had already
retrofitted some with
Local
Large fleet engagements kicked off from a distance of several light-minutes and progressed towards a brutal point-blank brawl.
During the initial phases, the fleets poked each other with long-range missile ordnance, each hoping to soften up the other with tactical strikes. In subsequent phases, the smaller screen of ships would engage their counter parts.
If you could secure dominance in the lightweight division, the larger combatants would be more vulnerable. This weakness manifested due to the difficulty which larger capital-sized weapons encountered when tracking smaller ships with high transversal velocities at close range.
The lighter armaments of a single frigate didn�t pose a significant threat to larger capital ships, but that could change with coordinated strikes. It was sound judgment on the part of any frigate captain to remain well outside the range of battleship firepower despite the latter�s inability to track them well up close. The difficult part was getting into range of the battleship, as it usually required smart maneuvering to avoid incoming fire, while still cutting the distance. A direct burn was out of the question.
Once the large combatants on either side closed in for the final stages of a fleet engagement, and became otherwise pre-occupied, the lighter ships could maneuver with a little less hassle around a chosen target. Repeated precision strikes on weapons or engines might best be described as death by a thousand cuts.
The squadrons throughout each wing would vary the tightness of their formations. While the more maneuverable frigates could compensate in the event one of them was isolated or overreached, it would be difficult for the lumbering heavy ships to move in to protect an isolated squad member. With squadrons of combatants exchanging volleys of missiles, even a three-ship formation would be crippled if they found themselves too far outside the envelope of their own squadrons unified and coordinated point defense.
�Incoming visual communication, unknown location, Commander,� Alvarez said.
The main bridge monitor
lit up. It displayed an image of a man clad in a dark jump suit. Not a single
hair out of place, and a slick part to the side, almost a replica of Ben James,
but this couldn�t be him.
�
�You�re as bad a story teller as the other one. Who the hell are you now?�
�
�Ben James is on
�
Aaron slumped into the command seat, the color drained from his face, his legs weak. Was Supreme Commander Shepherd one of these so-called associates? Had they manipulated him this whole time?
�
Aaron looked up. �70 years of peace and it all comes down to this. A few clinically insane, delusional and forgettable people ignite a war. To what end?�
�
�I think you will find the
fiddler has been played,� Aaron said. �Elements within the Imperial Navy have
long prepared for this day, perhaps before you even put the wheels of your
madness into motion. An advanced fleet of Imperial warships awaits you out
there, and they intend to raze
�
It took all of his strength not to look away from Ben James and give him the satisfaction. Was Aaron that easy to manipulate? Could loyalty blind the most honest and good-natured men and turn them into pawns? It felt like he was now a pawn in the conspiracy to destroy the Empire. He�d believed in Shepherd, the entire Fleet did. And it seemed he was the scapegoat.
Another voice cut into the channel.
�
Aaron stood and stared wide-eyed at the screen as Rachael�, who had stood silent behind Ben James, drew a pulse pistol and shot the man in the back. He slumped to the deck�stunned.
She turned back to the monitor.
�
He didn�t reply.
�
Shepherd wasn�t with Ben James. The complexity of Shepherd�s operation baffled Aaron, but a renewed purpose filled him.
Color returned to his
face and his voice found strength. �Understood, sir. I wish to recommend
Shepherd shook his head
on the monitor. �
�Wouldn�t dream of it, SC, Rayne out.�
Flaps turned. �I don�t
get it, Commander, why didn�t that weirdo and his buddies just bomb
�Because,� Lee answered. �Any subsequent investigation would reveal traces of the weapon used, and it would be clear it was ours.�
�Then,� Flaps said. �If the Imperial fleet wasn�t actually about to attack, how could James and his associates raze the planet with a United Fleet, and spin it to the United Systems it was the Imperials?�
�This far out from the core worlds,� Alvarez said. �The only information which will reach the Core is what his �associates� send. There wouldn�t be an independent investigation after an attack of that magnitude.�
�Let�s focus on the now, people,� Aaron said. �We have a battle to win and a war to prevent.�
A chorus of �aye sirs� followed and Aaron keyed his headset to the Fleet.
Each Commander had the ability to listen in on the Fleet frequency. Each wing deployed into squadrons, and only the wing commanders communicated, to maintain synchronized maneuvers. The fleet commander transmitted orders to the wing commanders, who would issue them to squadron commanders who passed them onto their squadrons.
�
On each command from
Shepherd, The United Fleet blasted a harrowing amount of
The initial results of the missile salvo suggested firing them now was the right choice. Minutes after the missile assault, a dozen Imperial front-line ships exploded. As the opposing fleets closed, the light lag would be negligible, and they�d receive telemetry almost real-time. A dozen more heavy cruisers behind the escort screen faltered from the formation bristling with heavy damage. The volley also struck several battleships, but it would take many more to stop those behemoths.
Flaps pumped his fist. �Right on!�
The image almost made him laugh but Aaron had to address his young pilot. �As you were, Ensign. Keep it to yourself.�
�Sorry,� Miroslav said, lowering his head.
Alvarez raised his voice an octave. �Commander, large energy build-up throughout the Imperial fleet.�
Explosions rippled between the two fleets as unseen beams of lasers destroyed most of the second and third missile salvoes. The Imperials adapted to the unknown weapon, which inflicted carnage on their front-line ships, and used their own advanced lasers as precision point defense. He didn�t know Quintus well, but somehow Aaron suspected he was responsible for the quick reaction throughout the Imperial fleet. Quintus just had the aura of someone who would be a brilliant tactician. The Imperial Lord Commander wasn�t rash and compromised by emotional situations. Just calm and calculating. He respected and loathed his counterpart at the same time. Quintus didn�t want a war, but he didn�t want his people slaughtered either.
Damn you Quintus.
Wing commanders reported in. The front-line screening frigates were moving to engage, following orders from Shepherd.
Rhineheart commanding
Ten minutes later, both
forward elements of each fleet began a hard deceleration. �
Acknowledgements only clogged voice comms, so simple triggered communication clicks informed the sender the message was received and understood.
Explosions erupted on
four United Fleet ships in
The devastating firepower flashed on sensors in the dozens as they stretched from the Imperial front-line formation and wreaked havoc on the approaching United Fleet starships.
Rhineheart cut in. �
Zig and Zag. Aaron recalled hearing it before. Twentieth century sea-going surface warships used this technique to mitigate attacks from submarines, never steaming along a straight path. Interesting that it proved useful centuries later to mitigate the laser weapons deployed by the Imperial ships. It should be an effective strategy. How long could they fire them before they needed to recharge the capacitors? The more they missed or less contact they made with United Fleet ship hulls, the less damage they would inflict.
By the time they closed ranks, the Imperials melted another six front-line ships. It could have been worse. Now the first brawl of the day played out as the remainder of both fleets idled.
�
Rhineheart responded. �
The front-line ships transitioned
to a brawling skirmish. However, they still attempted to maintain loose
formations to enhance their collective offensive and defensive projection,
while mitigating enemy attempts to do the same.
In this brawl, if an
Imperial laser missed, it could hit one of their own ships. That�s what
Aaron rubbed his eyes
as he focused on his tactical monitor and listened to the Fleet frequency. The
reinforced
�
Aaron moved to Alvarez�s station to study some raw data. He didn�t like what he saw.
He kept his voice low. �Vee, some of those Imperial ships are pulling back even with light damage. Our front-lines are chasing them closer to the heavy ships.�
�Isn�t that the goal?� Vee asked. �Break the center line and scatter their fleet and command structure? Then just systematically bombard them from all flanks, with more ordnance than their point defenses can handle?�
Once the defensive lines broke, a fleet could no longer rely on its unified point defense to defend against large volleys comprising hundreds of missiles from an opposing enemy fleet. It was difficult to defend against an advancing fleet formation whose defenses were still intact. Holding position once your own main defensive line shattered would ensure an utter blood bath. Sometimes the only option available to a weakened fleet was a strategic withdrawal. The ultimate goal to keep moving while defending against hails of missile volleys as they tried to regroup and reestablish a defensive line.
�Normally, but you don�t give space this easily. Many of the retreating ships� power signatures remain above fifty percent which suggests they aren�t badly damaged. Giving space without fighting for it will only ensure a complete route.�
Aaron opened a direct channel to Shepherd. �SC, this is Rayne, respond please.�
�
�I understand, sir. But something isn�t right with the enemy front-line movements. They shouldn�t be falling back so easily, some of them haven�t even sustained significant damage.�
�
Then the unthinkable happened.
�Massive energy discharge from the Imperial fleet!� Vee said.
Aaron�s eyes widened as he monitored the readings.
The once idle Imperial battleships, like their counter parts in the United Fleet shouldn�t fire into a mix of friendly and hostile ships. Now, after luring the remaining United Fleet front-line frigates out into the skirmish, the entire Imperial Armada unleashed their devastating firepower on the brawling frigates.
Entire battleship and heavy cruiser squadrons unleashed a murderous hail of matter/antimatter torpedoes into the dueling Imperial and United Fleet frigates decimating them. The Imperial heavy ships quickly dispatched any surviving United Fleet front-line ships with a renewed barrage of laser beams.
Twenty-five frigates crippled or destroyed in less than two minutes, yet at least half of the retreating Imperial front-line ships survived. The Imperials had sent forward the older frigates as cannon fodder to lure the United Fleet frigates into range.
Miroslav stared open mouthed at the tactical image. Sudden screams erupted across open comms as useless distress calls were cut off when ships exploded. Brief screams of men burning and suffocating permeated the bridge. If the Imperial ships advanced now with their lasers and numerical superiority, nothing could defend against it.
�Imperial fleet is advancing,� Alvarez said. �Their lasers have further effective range than our railguns, not to mention limitless ammo. They�ll slaughter us just by wearing us down from outside our range. Our missiles will never penetrate their defense screen. Imperial front-line ships are merging into formation. Their heavy flanks are branching outwards. Looks like they want to encircle us and negate any potential barrage of missiles they can�t handle.�
Shepherd�s voice came through.
�
The Imperials had already widened their numerical advantage. And even worse, it seemed the advanced ships they brought to the fight were making their presence felt. It was time Aaron made his presence felt. The Imperial fleet commander must feel the battle is going well. But it was about to take a turn.
�Command,� Aaron said.
�This is
�
�It won�t work, sir. We wouldn�t cover a wide enough area. The lasers are what we have to worry about and it�s useless against that.�
�
�Totally agree, sir. And since I am still discharged from the Fleet and you loaned me this ship, you can�t order me to do anything. Now please don�t disturb me. I have work to do.� He cut the Fleet frequency.
�Ensign,� Aaron called. �Stand by to light the blink drive, pinpoint jump, right behind the main enemy cruiser formation on the starboard flank. Ahead one third, cut engines and then bring the bow around. I want to be staring right at them after we blink.�
�Aye, Commander, accelerating one third, and coming about,� the Ensign said, his voice faltering slightly.
Aaron watched as
�Jump, Ensign.�
�Aye, sir,
****
The first five Imperial
cruisers didn�t even know what hit them.
Precision railgun
salvos wrecked the enemy cruisers and moved on to new targets who finally took
evasive action. Those evasive maneuvers proved futile as a volley of
�Not bad for the first pass! Great shooting, Lee!� Miroslav squealed.
�Alright, Flaps,� Lee said. �I�ll concede . . . that was some nice flying.�
�Lasers, Commander, they�re lighting us up!� Vee shouted.
�Ensign, you know she�s quick, get us in there. Lieutenant, fire as we bare at any target of opportunity. Plenty to choose from!�
A squadron of Imperial
cruisers now vectored in from above the ship. The triple redundant interlocking
thrusters made
�I love this ship!� Miroslav shouted, as he dived the ship below a looming Imperial cruiser just as Lee raked the underside of their target with a full railgun volley.
Enemy lasers, which
struck
However, the return fire from Imperial lasers now took its toll on United Fleet ships as they were at knife fight range, less than 900,000 kilometers. The battle for the left flank spread out over an area of three million square-kilometers of space.
The Imperials weren�t the only ones advantaged by the close range, United Fleet ships discharged far less railgun projectiles to score direct hits. And that meant the United Fleet wouldn�t be exhausting its ammo reserves any time soon and didn�t need to reload the magazines as often.
When the blink drive charged again, Aaron slammed his fist on the command seat arm.
�Ensign,� he said. �Cut main engines and bring us around ninety degrees starboard. Maintain current z-elevation relative to hostiles. I�m sending over the targets to helm and tactical now.�
The ship formation indicated by Aaron flashed on the tactical and helm stations. With all the enemy ships around them, he had to be very specific with which formation his next tactical maneuver targeted. Flicking the information with the swipe of a hand from his terminal to helm and tactical was simple.
The blink drive worked
on a similar principle as the warp drive, but needed significantly less
directional momentum to activate. The bow now aimed between two Imperial ships,
separated from each other by five hundred thousand kilometers at a range of six
hundred thousand kilometers from
�Engage blink drive, Ensign.�
Her port and starboard batteries opened up on the ships off the starboard and port while her dorsal and ventral railguns fired at other targets of opportunity.
At fifty thousand kilometers
from the stricken target along the starboard beam, Miroslav fired a burn from the
dorsal thrusters and pushed
Explosions swamped the
primary targets, and other nearby ships bristled with heavy damage.
Perusing the tactical screen for more contacts, Aaron couldn�t see any that weren�t already engaged by at least three United Fleet Cruisers. Their combined maneuvers and the United Fleet ships backing them crippled and disoriented the Imperial left flank.
The enemy warships,
which attempted to deal with
However, he saw Shepherd�s
flagship U.F.S.
Aaron stood and moved to the ops station and called out their next move. �We�ve decimated this flank. We have to help Shepherd. Ensign, best possible speed to put us in range of the enemy formation bearing down on the Supreme Commander. Factor in an emergency deceleration on our part if you have to. I don�t want to overshoot but I don�t want to take longer than necessary to get in range.�
�Aye, sir. I�ll get us there. I�ll inform you before I begin deceleration, so you�re safe back in the seat,� he said smiling.
Aaron nodded and turned to Vee. He lowered his voice. �Vee, how are we looking, any major damage?�
Vee shook his head. �We sustained a number of laser strikes, but no structural damage. The reflective polarization has weakened in the dorsal and aft where we took the most hits, but it�s held the armor together.� He continued flicking through the interface. �No armor penetration either. However, the more hits we take, the more power the system requires to keep the field strong. One other thing. We don�t have inexhaustible power reserves, especially since we�re using all systems at full combat power.�
�Understood.� Aaron raised his voice. �We�ll do our best to take less hits. Right, Ensign?�
Flaps looked up and
said, �Aye, sir!� He engaged the main combat thrusters and began to push the
ship along its new vector toward
Chapter 27 � Excalibur
Shepherd gritted his teeth.
Two more explosions on
his tactical screen signaled the end of the heavy cruisers
�We�re boxed in from all angles, sir, we can�t take much more of this,� Pavel reported from tactical. The young officer�s hands trembled at the controls.
The flank charge towards the enemy fleet was the right call, but they�d still taken heavy damage and losses closing the distance. Increasingly so with the Imperial fleet flanking on the starboard relative. A satisfying opening volley from the United Fleet battleships helped boost morale. They�d obliterated an entire enemy cruiser formation who�d gotten a bit too over confident. But the others took notice and repositioned on the Imperial battleships for cover.
Now they slugged it out
with the Imperial battleships as they closed the range while being harassed on the
flanks by Imperial frigates. A coordinated strike from several formations of
Imperial frigates was responsible for the loss of the
The deck lurched and alarms wailed anew.
�Hull breaches along the forward starboard section,� his ops officer reported. �Our forward armor is completely compromised. We�ve lost forty percent of our railgun batteries on the forward section�those Imperial frigates are cutting us to pieces slowly. Main power just fell below forty percent.�
Shepherd glanced
quickly at the tactical display. Two Imperial battleships over reached. He
could do some significant damage before they peeled back
�Helm, full lateral roll. Bring her hard over starboard. Angle our compromised armor away from the battleship formation best you can. We can take some hits from those frigates but strikes from those beasts will remove us from this fight sooner than we ought to be.�
The United Fleet
A hostile inbound
missile would instantly trigger an audio alert to any helm operator�s headset. A
full powered burst�for even half a second�from any maneuvering thruster would
push any ship a few thousand meters off vector. At such speeds, the
Despite the close in brawl, ships still maneuvered to mitigate exposing themselves too much as a target. Two hundred thousand kilometers was knife fight range for space battles. However, at that distance, a twelve-hundred-meter ship still didn�t have much of a profile. Significantly less so if you kept your bow towards your enemy with careful strafing either to port, starboard, dorsal or ventral.
A minute later the ship completed its roll and brought a fresh set of railguns to bare on the overreaching Imperial battleships.
�Pavel, full broadside bombardment, all rails, empty the magazines. Target both of them�and fire!�
United Fleet heavy
cruisers seized the opening and closed for a point-blank barrage against the
stricken Imperial battleships, ending their carnage against
The United Fleet hadn�t
lost any battleships yet, but most of them bristled with heavy damage. A
particularly annoying formation of Imperial frigates maneuvered close in and
hammered
�Main engines are down, maneuvering on thrusters only.�
The report from engineering sealed it.
�
If they had their escorting ships intact, those frigates would never have got that close, but they didn�t and they did.
�Main bulk of the Imperial heavy formation picking up speed. Vectoring directly for us.�
Shepherd lowered his face into his hands. �Indeed. Time for the coup de gr�ce.�
More Imperial lasers
dug deep into
�Sir, another wing of
ships closing on our starboard side fast, we can�t take even one solid hit
there.� He paused. �It�s
Shepherd raised his
head as
Then a grating swagger he�d heard before crackled over the comms.
�
Once the Imperial
cruisers turned,
****
Aaron leaned forward.
�Hold fire until we�re right on top of them, Lieutenant.�
They were very wrong.
�Now, Lieutenant, all
rails, maximum firing rate. I want all of those targets destroyed or crippled
on our first pass. Maybe they will take notice of us after this and forget
about
At this range, no
evasive maneuver was going to spare you from a railgun barrage.
�Congratulations, Aaron,� Vee said, �you wanted to get noticed? You got noticed. Another six enemy destroyers closing on our stern. And these seem like the new Imperial ships.�
A quick check of the
blink drive revealed it wasn�t charged yet. The ship�s armor was strong but not
invincible. Six Imperial destroyers with advanced and unknown weapon
capabilities hammering them from this range could pose an issue. Aaron
sacrificed distance and position for the strike on the other frigates. It was
necessary however, if
�Best evasive, Ensign. Don�t let them boil our armor too long.�
The deck rattled from laser strikes.
�I�m trying, Commander! But they�re matching my maneuvers. These Imperial destroyer pilots are actually quite good!�
�And you�re amazing, Ensign! Get them off us.�
�Aye, sir!�
More strikes. The bulkheads groaned now.
�Polarized strength on the aft quarter down to thirty percent. It won�t hold much longer.�
The enemy formation was so tight, it was difficult to monitor all six contacts on tactical.
�Where�d the sixth one go? Anyone?� Aaron called.
Vee slapped his controls, �Not seeing him!� he said.
The pursuing contacts now appeared on tactical as only two targets, yet they were five.
Vee swore. �He�s above!�
The flanking destroyer hit hard. The stealthy Imperial missiles too close and too fast for point defense to swivel and target the ordnance. Aaron knew the strike compromised the dorsal armor.
Vee called across. �Bad news or good news?�
He hated when Vee did that. But he always obliged.
�Bad.�
�Dorsal armor is penetrated and blink drive is offline for the moment.�
Aaron held his breath. �The good?�
�They�re all behind us now.�
�Avery! We�re going to have words when this is done,� Aaron said. The XO resorted to humor during moments of extreme stress. He didn�t know whether he should laugh at the horrible attempt or laugh at the fact that someone resorted to humor when facing death.
�Lieutenant, please splash those targets or drive them off. Fire a full spread, see what we can hit.�
�Trying as well, Commander,� Lee said. �But they�re so agile any slight deviation and our shots miss, plus it�s not like we�re exactly staying still ourselves.� He added, looking over at Flaps.
�Fine,� Flaps said. �I�ll stay still and let them chew up our stern.�
Aaron shook his head but ignored their banter. He couldn�t think of an option which the enemy couldn�t simply outmaneuver. Vee had more bad news.
�Rear armor broken,� the XO said. �We�re about to find out how tough the hull is�without armor!�
Another strike ate
deep into the forward section. The resulting decompression blew a neighboring
section to the bridge, blasting through the bulkhead and spitting debris
everywhere.
�They�re slicing us up!�
The ship shook, but only slightly, definitely not a direct weapons strike.
A squadron from
So focused on their prey
the Imperial squadron had been they didn�t notice the closing heavy cruisers.
An all-encompassing barrage scattered their formation from the skirmish.
Although heavily damaged they managed an astounding speed, to escape further
punishment from
�
�Bless your little soul, Rhineheart. Care to follow my lead?�
�
****
Flaps turned around.
�Sir, you know I�ve been good about not questioning you, but I have to hear it again to be sure. You said right into the enemy formation?�
�That�s right, Ensign,� Aaron replied. �XO, ready the kinetic barrier. Like them, we brought some new toys to this fight. One toy really�with a lot of surprises.�
The looming enemy
battleship formation screened by several escorting heavy cruisers unleashed multiple
missile volleys.
�Now, XO, engage the barrier,� Aaron ordered.
Tiny turrets arrayed
around
The distraction,
ensuing chaos and punishment delivered by
Railgun and missile salvos proved more effective at quickly crippling and destroying Imperial cruisers and battleships. The Imperial warships couldn�t sustain the laser barrages before needing to recharge for another strike. This reduced their effectiveness especially against the more heavily armored United Fleet battleships. However, these drawbacks didn�t hinder United Fleet railgun and missile salvos, which didn�t require as much power to maintain, merely ammunition and magazine reloads.
The advantage skewed the battle in favor of the United Fleet. The Imperial heavy ships inflicted their fair share of horror on United Fleet battleships. However, as more Imperial ships ceased being combat capable, the longer it took them to inflict any appreciable amount of damage on their counterparts.
�Commander,� Alvarez called. �I�m detecting several formations of Imperial warships, which broke away from the fighting earlier�they�ve engaged each other!�
Aaron adjusted his
tactical view to the coordinates indicated by Alvarez.
Aaron reached for the
handheld Quintus gave him. He�d have to wait for a reply because
�Lord Commander, this is Commander Rayne. What is your status? We stand ready to provide assistance.�
Several minutes later,
he received a response. �
�Wrong, Quintus. There�s always something to be done so long as it�s worth doing. Stand by, I�ll be seeing you shortly.�
�Aaron,� Vee said. �We don�t have any marines, or even enough spacers for a boarding action. What are you going to do?�
�We don�t need marines.
We�ve got Lee,� Aaron said. �Lee! Once we�re done, you�re with me. We�re going
to blast those ships attacking
�Ensign, flank speed. Lieutenant,
target the frigates with
�Keep us in tight, Ensign,�
Aaron said. �Keep hammering them, Lieutenant. If you see a clear shot for a
�Aye, sir!� they both responded.
The heavy cruisers obviously turned their full attention on the new combatant, evidenced by the fact they scored several laser strikes on the ship.
�Ventral armor weakening,� Vee said. �Recommend we don�t take much more hits below.�
Quintus hailed.
�
Aaron was already
moving to the lift and Lee joined him. They said nothing to each other as they
waited.
On exiting the lift into the hangar, he looked at the markings on each craft in the bay then he stopped.
�Lee, we�re taking
They moved to the small patrol craft and Aaron triggered the ramp open with his handheld. Lee boarded and took the tactical station. To his right Aaron operated the helm and completed an emergency systems check. The systems, which the ship needed to maneuver and propel itself, showed green. That�s all he needed.
The overhead boomed. The bay doors opened.
�
�Understood, Vee,� Lee said.
Aaron clapped Lee on the shoulder. �Buckle up!�
Chapter 28 � Define Irony
Aaron slapped the
control to initialize the seal
The pressure indicator
flipped green, and atmosphere normalized.
�I told you not to come,� Quintus said, lowering his weapon. Two flanking guards relaxed their postures.
Aaron grinned as he stepped through the sleeve and onto the decks of the Imperial dreadnought. �And you believed that would be the end of it? Finally, someone who hasn�t read my file,� he said, looking over the Imperial Lord Commander. �Don�t you Imperial uppers ever take those things off? What�s with you people and capes.�
Quintus ignored him. �Commander, the situation is deteriorating rapidly. My people still control the engine room, but it�s only a matter of time until they are overwhelmed. If you don�t leave now, you might die here.�
Aaron waved his finger. �I don�t think so. I�m not giving up on you. I�m not about to let the last best hope we have for peace die here. We�re getting you off this ship.�
�I will not abandon my ship to these fundamentalists. Either we die or they do.�
�Quintus,� Aaron said. �You have the information and firsthand knowledge about conspirators from both sides. You said yourself the Emperor is a reasonable and honorable man . . . that he will listen to you. You claimed to want what�s best for the Empire�that isn�t your death. A lot of damage was done today but we have a small chance to stop this escalating to interstellar war.�
Quintus swung on his boot heels and moved back to the barricades he and the loyalists erected. �All that information is stored on my personal server in my quarters. Quite a few rampaging centurions stand between us and them,� he said.
�How many people have you got?�
�Twelve of us here and twelve holding the engine room. Some other smaller groups are scattered throughout the ship. Intra-ship communications are down and handhelds are jammed. However, before we lost comms, my men reported they locked down the majority of usurpers between decks six and ten. I�ve locked out the bridge. But if they get the engine room, they can scuttle the ship or bypass the bridge lockout and take us to warp.�
Aaron joined Quintus and peered beyond the barricade, beyond the melted slag of what he assumed was once the access hatch. �Any good news?�
�Only that the armory was locked down. The traitors don�t have access to battle suits,� Quintus said.
Aaron recoiled as several beams of energy struck the barricade and showered sparks in their direction.
��I take it you have energy weapon suppressors throughout the ship?� he asked.
�Yes but that would also render our weapons ineffective. And being at a numerical disadvantage it�s the only way we�ve succeeded in barricading the engineering section and our present location. Their numbers count for nothing in the narrow corridors once we hold position.�
Aaron snickered and whacked the Lord Commander on his shoulder as he moved back towards Lee.
�We�ve brought a little
surprise ourselves�projectile weapons,� Aaron said. �From a time in our history
some might argue was more civilized.� Lee handed him two pistols. The same ones
he and Alvarez used on
Quintus stared at him with a blank expression. �You believe blasting holes in people is more civilized?�
�More so than burning them to a crisp with energy weapons sure,� Aaron said. �The weapons are not that powerful, but they will be enough to stop unarmored combatants. Lee will lead the charge. He�ll get us to your quarters, just point the way,�
�I don�t see how this will work,� Quintus said.
�You�ll see soon enough.�
Quintus pulled up a schematic of the ship on a nearby monitor. �Indeed, if you�re keen on dying by my side, I�ll not stop you.�
He showed them the path from their present location to his personal quarters. Aaron and Lee committed the route to memory.
�You, me and Lee will push towards our objective. We only have two firearms. We�ll leave one here with your team and we�ll have the other.�
Like ants at work, the huddled loyalists disassembled the barricade.
****
Lee threw several stun grenades into the narrow corridor and charged the surprised enemy line. Their weapons weren�t quite useless since now they�d become effective melee tools. It would be far easier to shoot them all, but Aaron made it a special request�use deadly force as a last resort. Hopefully the Imperial Navy had adequate limb replacements in stock. These poor souls are gonna need them soon.
Finally realizing their weapons were useless, the bravest of the lot came out swinging. Lee bobbed and kept moving. Surely, the Commander could handle at least one of them. The others worked up the nerve, but the narrow ship corridor negated their numerical advantage. Perhaps he wouldn�t have to shoot any of them.
Wishful thinking.
As soon as it manifested, he tossed the thought aside. Shooting a few early on might convince the rest to scatter. The second and third Imperial scum took slugs to the knees, they�d probably never felt pain like that before, and hit the deck yowling. A rifled weapon loomed toward his face, but broke into pieces when he hammered it with his favorite arm. The attacker�s eyes bulged. Lee gripped and tossed him into the rear guard.
Both attackers regained their feet, exchanged glances and ran. Lee glanced back in time to see Aaron daze the first one he let pass and Quintus finish him with a blow to the back of the head. Moving right along then. Further down the corridor, men yelled and boots slammed the deck, moving closer. More meat for the grinder. A group of ten rounded the curve in the corridor. It was on now.
Four of them charged together, they didn�t even bother with their useless rifles now. Lee charged into them and half a meter before reaching dropped to his left knee and punched straight with his head down. The first two overzealous Imperials now floated through the air, back the way they came and into the waiting arms of more scum charging up the corridor. Lee slapped the other two towards Aaron and Quintus. He couldn�t have all the fun.
He aimed and discharged several low shots into the mass of charging centurions, causing the front line to fall, and those bringing up the rear to stumble on their fallen comrades. Jumping over the fallen, Lee swept his left boot into the face of one, then rocketed a right boot into the nose of another. By the end of this brawl, he was certain the Lord Commander guy would agree it might have been better to shoot the traitors in the head. He grabbed one of the fallen ones and launched him up into the overhead. The Imperialist hit the deck with a satisfying�face first�thud. He racked back and fired a fist into the throat of the eighth victim.
�Lee,� the Commander croaked, �a little help here!�
Lee snapped around and realized two of the Imperials he left for Aaron and the Lord Commander were quite large. The first one seemed to be trying to pull off Quintus� head. The other rained fists into Aaron�s face, the latter trying his best to deflect the blows. Lee considered shooting first, but the movement was too great. He ran back, hammered the neck on the one crushing the Lord Commander�s windpipe, grabbed the other, and tossed him down the corridor. When the Imperial staggered to his feet, Lee shot him in both knees.
They reached the first junction and entered the maintenance crawlways. If Lee were a few inches thicker, he wouldn�t have fit. Together they slithered through the maze of engineering maintenance access all the way to the target deck. Lee exited the crawlspace first and faced his enemy. Behind him, Aaron fell out onto the deck. The Commander blew out a breath as he stood side by side with Lee and saw what they were up against.
�By all the known deities in the universe,� Aaron said.
Lee breathed hard. �I know right, Commander? I count damn near twenty of this scum.�
�Is that all you see, Lee?� Aaron said. �What the hell do they feed these guys, Quintus? They�re nearly twice my size!�
�Traitors,� Quintus said, standing to Aaron�s right. �All of you. Cease your resistance and end this now before you seal the Empire on a path of destruction.�
The ranking scum spat. He was larger than two men�all by himself. �It is you, Quintus, who would lead us to destruction. I imagine if your ilk had your way we would be the next United Systems member world.�
Lee smirked. He�d get a good six at least before the scum closed the distance. He had enough bullets for all of them, but reloading was an issue.
�Blast em, Lee,� Aaron said.
Lee aimed low and fired. Definitely going to hit a little higher than knees this time.
�I got seven, Commander!� he said, as the first set was upon them.
�This is no time for cockiness, Lee!� Aaron yelled back, against the crush of bodies slamming into them.
Indeed!
Lee swept his bionic arm across the first group. The poor bastards tried in vain to deflect it, but he smashed the lot of them against the nearside bulkhead. He swept his arm over the opposite way and bowled over another group. A fresh mountain of bodies slammed into him, wielding rifles and some kind of training staff. Something reflected in the corner of his eye.
The only good news was
the swordsman couldn�t deliver wild swinging strikes while the other scum
huddled in so tight�
Four of them forced him to the deck, knocking the pistol from his grip and it fell among the pile of broken bodies already littering the deck. He slammed a bionic fist into the ribs of the nearest grappler, grabbed the neck of another, and tossed him away. He shoved the other three into the bulkhead and two more goons standing over him slapped something onto his arm, then he heard a buzz and a jolt of pain reached his neck.
He lost control of the bionic limb. Now the Imperials beat him about his body, seeming intent on bludgeoning him to death. A feral cry erupted above and the crushing weight on him shifted. He forced his head up to see Quintus and Aaron had leapt into the melee together, pushing the entire group away from him. He groaned and rolled over, but another Imperial was on him striking him in the back with a rifle. Lee grimaced hard, waiting for another strike.
Nothing.
He craned his neck and saw a sword protruding from the man�s chest. The impaled Imperial crumpled to the deck and Aaron stood behind. One of the Commander�s eyes swollen shut, and his face a mess of blood. Quintus lay on the deck not moving. There was a brief respite as the injured but combat able Imperials crawled to their feet, and Aaron helped him up.
�Define irony, Lee,� Aaron said, gasping for air.
Lee laughed. �Two United Fleet starship officers, fighting to the death in hand to hand combat, in a boarding action on an Imperial warship�to save Imperials.�
�I knew of all people it wouldn�t be lost on you.�
Five Imperials staggered toward them from either side. Lee and Aaron stood back to back. Willpower could only do so much. The blood loss from the wound in Lee�s side took its toll. He resolved to get one more of the bastards before they took him. The Imperials facing him down froze.
He didn�t take his eyes off them. �Commander? What�s happening on your side?�
�We just seized the advantage. See for yourself.�
Lee turned and saw Quintus standing behind the group facing Aaron, the firearm pointing at their backs.
�Stand down,� Quintus said. �I am your Lord Commander. In the name of the Emperor I command you to stand down.�
Lee moved cautiously with Aaron at his side, and next to Quintus. He reached and took the firearm from Quintus and reloaded it.
�Doesn�t work without these,� he said, firing low shots at the standing Imperials.
�You didn�t have to do that,� Quintus said.
�We have to come back this way. Almost sure I did.�
Lee braced Aaron and together with Quintus, they limped towards the end of the deck, and waited for Quintus to release the security lockout on his quarters. A few taps on the console and the hatchway parted.
One by one, they stepped through and into the darkness.
Chapter 29 � You�re Not Dead Yet
There was no illumination other than emergency lights in the passageway. Quintus couldn�t see beyond the hatch. He moved forward towards a computer terminal on the far side of the room. �The terminal is��
�
Aaron reacted first�stepping in front the Lord Commander. The pulse beam burned into his neck and he slumped to the deck. He took the full brunt of the beam strike. Lee stepped forward and shot the assassin in the center of his forehead.
Quintus knelt by Aaron.
�Why, Commander?�
Aaron coughed blood
onto the deck. �Your Emperor won�t need to hear about what happened here from
me. Maybe, just maybe . . .� he drew in a deep breath, �I�m hoping Lord
Commander Quintus Scipio gets the chance to tell him . . . tell him how forces
on both sides conspired to provoke us to war, and how forces on both sides . .
. set aside years of intolerance. To stop them right here at
Aaron groaned and Quintus held his head off the deck.
�I can�t bring your brother back, Quintus, but I . . .� Aaron coughed and heaved more blood onto the deck. �I can make damn sure the sacrifice he made, to maintain the peace is not in vain. I didn�t think it would be fair for two honorable brothers of the Empire, to die on the same day.�
�Aaron . . .�
�Promise me, Quintus, you�ll make the Emperor listen. Honor above loyalty you said.�
The Lord Commander blinked back tears.
�Honor above loyalty,� he said. �I promise. But you�re not dead yet, Aaron Rayne.� He looked over at Lee. �Take him. I�ll get the datachip.� Quintus moved to the terminal, punched in his access code, and extracted a datachip. He then moved to a backroom and returned with a small portable power device and medkit. First, he knelt by Commander Rayne and applied an emergency patch to his neck wound. Then he injected him with a dose of adrenaline to counter any neurological damage from the pulse beam. Then he attached the small portable power source to Lee�s bionic arm and activated it.
�That should restore full use of your arm. They used an improvised inhibitor on it,� he said.
The fearless foot soldier swung the arm wildly as if to satisfy himself. Then he slammed his fist into a bulkhead.
Quintus winced. �Hold still, Lieutenant Lee. Let me apply this emergency patch to your wound.� Once the dressing was in place, he shot himself and Lee with a stimulant. Although, it didn�t look like the foot soldier needed any stimulant. Seeing his commander blasted with a pulse rifle provided the only stimulus he needed. Quintus and Lee lifted the Commander off the deck and Quintus hoisted him across his shoulders.
Quintus squinted at the body near the far bulkhead. Lord Praetor Brutus Bannon met a fitting end. The Praetor used Quintus� personal pulse weapon. The only weapon on the ship capable of bypassing the security dampening field. Quintus failed to secure it before the crew rebelled.
�Lord Commander, stay behind me,� the red-faced wild man said.
Quintus didn�t argue as he shouldered the rifle. He�d offered it to Lee but the man refused it.
****
Quintus stepped aside as Lee took point. From behind, Quintus advised him on where to turn, utilizing a different path back to the safe room. The stimulant killed the agony which lingered from the painful brawl with the traitors.
He kept a few paces behind the enraged man. Lee shot the first few traitors they encountered center of mass. Certainly, an expert shooter. The wound wouldn�t be fatal in all cases. His chest hurt every time Lee shot one of them, but it hurt worse to see them killed while fighting for a hateful ideology.
Quintus admired the tenacity of Commander Rayne�s henchman. Lee executed a mixture of martial arts some of which reminded him of fighting styles practiced by Imperial citizens. As they progressed, the fighter clobbered some of the challengers and threw others hard against the bulkheads. One traitor received a forceful roundhouse to the chin. They didn�t encounter much more resistance.
They reached the barricade and Quintus called out.
�Decimus, we�ve returned, hold your fire.�
The loyalists aided their movement through the barricade. Fortunately, no other traitors were nearby since the initial push.
�He�s critically injured, Decimus, I applied an emergency patch and stopped the bleeding, but he won�t survive without a transfusion.�
Lee stepped forward.
�We have to get him back to our ship now. We have a doctor on board who can help him.�
�While you were gone,
Lord Commander,� Decimus said. �We managed to boost a handheld and received a
signal from the destroyer
The Imperial centurions boarding would be fully armored, armed and in communication with each other. The jamming field deployed by the traitors would suppress the ordinary handheld devices carried by ship personnel, but the equipment inside the armory and those carried by the boarding marines was far more powerful. Good thing he�d sealed the armory first thing, not knowing who was with him from who wasn�t.
�A squad is on their way to our position to escort us to the bridge,� Decimus said.
Quintus turned to Lee.
�We won�t get far with your fleet surrounding us. Is there anything you can do to help us?�
Aaron suddenly grabbed Lee�s arm.
�Lee, I don�t know if I�ll be alive in five minutes to speak again. My final order to you is to use whatever means necessary to ensure this ship escapes the blockading action by the United Fleet. Do you understand me, Lee? Quintus must return to the Empire.�
�I read you loud and clear, Commander,� Lee said, turning to Quintus. �Lord Commander. Please instruct your helm to maintain a five-thousand meter distance on our ship�s starboard quarter. Just track us as we depart, you�ll see which ship I mean. Match our speed and follow the course corrections we transmit to you. Keep the formation tight. Do not deviate under any circumstances. You will have to trust us implicitly.�
�I will make certain your instructions are followed precisely,� Quintus said.
Lee hoisted the
Commander and moved through the airlock onto
Chapter 30 � This Madness Ends
Quintus entered the command center. Bodies lay across the deck, some motionless and others groaning. Five minutes earlier the centurions from a loyalist ship stormed the bridge and took control.
Decimus nursed a burn to his shoulder, but otherwise stood firm.
�Quintus!� the Sub-Commander approached as though about to hug him and caught himself. �Bridge and engineering are secure. Only stragglers remaining throughout the ship. The centurions report they�ll be dealt with soon enough. What are your orders?�
�Get these stations
crewed, Decimus. In the meantime, take the helm. Track the United Fleet ship
which departed
�At once, sir. Do you know what�s happening?�
�That ship will escort us beyond the United Fleet frigates. We�ll make the jump to warp immediately once we�re clear.�
Quintus moved to the centurion commander. �Put everyone in the cargo bay, we�ll sort loyalties out once we�ve departed.�
�Yes, Lord Commander.�
Quintus forced himself to sit in the command seat as Decimus summoned the loyal crewmembers to crew the bridge stations.
****
Lee paced the tube carrying him to the bridge. He forwarded the Commander�s orders to Vee while docking. He�d prefer not to shoot any United Fleet ships, but his commander told him by any means necessary get Quintus home, and that�s what he was going to do. He stormed onto the bridge and took the weapons station. Alvarez dropped into the command seat and engaged his harness.
�Orders, sir?� Miroslav asked, looking at Alvarez.
�Our orders, Ensign,� Alvarez
said, �are to ensure
�Aye, sir. Railgun magazines are full. Kinetic barrier is charged and ready,�
�Full power available,� Miroslav said.
�
�T
�This is Lieutenant
Commander Avery Alvarez, Acting Captain of
He cut the comm.
Moments later several nearby United Fleet heavy cruisers fired railgun salvoes, but the kinetic barrier activated and the slugs bounced harmless away in starburst. The incidental single strikes to nearby ships wouldn�t be enough to penetrate armor.
�Sir, several frigates are moving to bracket us,� Miroslav reported.
�There�ll be no warning shots, Mr. Lee, keep our path clear. Small bursts. We don�t want to do more damage than necessary.�
�Maintain burst fire along our escape path,� Alvarez said. �Don�t let them block our acceleration vector. If they choose to waltz into a railgun spread that�s their own undoing.�
The frigates moved to
block the acceleration of
One United Fleet
frigate decided to test Alvarez�s resolve and caught a full burst of tungsten
from
The other clearly knew
Scipio�s voice filled
the bridge. �
Miroslav counted down the seconds.
�
Alvarez nodded. �We�ve done our job. Signal the Acting Fleet Commander. We submit to his authority.�
Chapter 31 � No One Lives Forever
The red cape flowed an inch above the red carpet splayed along the long gangway leading into the expansive conference hall. The golden breastplate reflected the overhead lights. The gleaming Imperial Standard above his left breast sparkled.
He searched the crushing mass of bodies ahead. Supreme Commander Shepherd stood in the center, flanked by his aides. Representatives of the United Star Systems member worlds stood behind them. Then, he saw him. A friendly face among a sea of strangers approached.
�Lieutenant Commander Alvarez, always an honor to be in your company,� Quintus said, removing his golden ceremonial helmet.
�Lord Commander, the honor is mine,� Alvarez said, bowing slightly.
��Quintus, please.� Quintus said, smiling.
He and the Lieutenant Commander had developed a close relationship during recent negotiations. The United Fleet officer always insisted on formalities when greeting him for the first time in a long while.
Avery nodded and smiled. �Quintus.�
The Lieutenant Commander led Quintus and his personal guard to a VIP room adjacent to the conference hall and they sat opposite each other. The guards remained outside.
�Tell me, Vee,� Quintus
said. �As my liaison, what is the mood of the Representatives now? As opposed
to three months ago when we held the secret conferences on
Vee smiled. �They�ve come a long way since then. I believe Emperor Soto had a great effect on our ambassadors by attending the last two himself. It showed them just how serious he is about long-term peace, cooperation and dialogue. I think we will silence the remaining naysayers when our borders finally open and our people reunite. It will be challenging initially. The military and governments will pose the most problems, but I think once our populations see beyond the propaganda of the past 70 years, it will become natural.�
�Time and commitment, Vee. I sometimes wonder if we should not thank the conspirators for putting us on this path to begin with. Maybe there would have been peace between us, but it would never have come so soon.�
One of Shepherd�s aides entered the room and informed them the session would begin in fifteen minutes.
Quintus swallowed hard. It was difficult. He needed to see someone before the upcoming negotiations and diplomatic wrangling bogged him down.
�May I see him?� he asked.
�Of course, Quintus,� Vee said. He signaled for the Lord Commander�s guard.
Lieutenant Lee entered the waiting room.
�We�re going to the hospital deck, Lieutenant,� Vee said.
Lee nodded and signaled the other guards. They fell into step behind Quintus as he emerged from the room.
It was on Alvarez�s
insistence that Lee provide personal security for Quintus when he established
official communication two weeks after the battle at
Lieutenant Lee�s commanding officer Aaron Rayne saved his life three months ago, fighting against what seemed like insurmountable odds to make this day possible. The Emperor didn�t take much convincing. He�d authorized Lord Praetor Bannon�s actions because of false intelligence fed to him by the late Praetor. Based in part on half-truths.
The vacuum of knowledge about enemy intentions fueled wild speculation and fear mongering. Bannon played on that well within the Imperial Navy and it seems also to the Emperor.
The success of the secret negotiations paved the way for this conference today. The Empire and the USS still had many ideological differences and diverse cultures. However, the Emperor felt as he did, if elements within our Empires could conspire to war, then we can come together for peace. Emperor Soto was also willing to make certain compromises because it was an Imperial fleet which committed the act of war. The Emperor knew if a United Fleet had attacked first, the Empire might not be so quick to forgiveness.
Alvarez escorted him into the sickbay on the hospital deck. Many wounded Fleet personnel were still being treated for severe injuries sustained during the battle.
The witty Commander Rayne looked serene in the hospital bed. The only sign of life�the constant beep from the machines hooked into him.
Quintus rested a hand on the motionless man�s shoulder.
�Commander . . . Aaron�,�
he swallowed. �
Quintus turned to Vee and Lee. �Despite everything I barely knew him, yet I feel such a hole in my chest seeing him like this. In that short space of time, he affected me so much and he�s given us hope.� He looked down at Aaron. �He was your friend long before I knew him, how do you do it, how do you fill that hole?�
Lee shrugged. �I just remind myself of something the Commander usually said. It always seemed to put things in perspective for him.�
Quintus could only offer a puzzled expression when both Vee and Lee said aloud.
�No one lives forever.�
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This is my first published work. Stories which tell of the friendships and loyalties of their actors as they deal with conflict are always memorable. I was inspired by the friendships from shows such as Stargate and Firefly.
Although alien invasion stories seem more compelling (and other end of life-as-we-know-it-stories). There are a lot of them out there, some that are done well and I wanted to do a more action/adventure/friendship/loyalty character/plot driven story.