‘So, to matters about which you do have knowledge. Aliens.’ He chuckled. ‘I really can’t believe I’m saying that out loud. I’ve read your logs, but wanted to hear it all from the horse’s mouth, as it were. I’m a little bit different to some flag officers in that I like to hear my subordinates’ opinions. You were the officer on scene, so give me the facts, then give me your thoughts.’
‘There’s not much to add, sir. With the loss of the Sidewinder, we didn’t have much to work with. We got a look at the city, but not enough to give any worthwhile findings.’
‘That must have been something,’ Khaimov said. ‘I have to admit I’m jealous of you. First man to set foot in an alien civilisation. Really something. But continue, please.’
‘Well, it looked advanced—more advanced than us, but that’s just an opinion. I got a look around the inside of the crashed alien ship, and the intact scout ship.’
‘Which you used to destroy the hostile warship?’
‘Correct, sir. Although I only found out about having destroyed it when I woke up. I’m unaware of the finer details.’
‘Talk about improvising. A shame to use it and lose it in that way, but the crashed vessel is still in situ?’
‘I believe so, sir. And then there’s the schematics for the alien Nexus agitator that Kingston Smith was able to make operational on his ship.’
‘As if it couldn’t get any stranger. Arthur Kingsley riding to the rescue. I’m curious to see how long he can last before he breaks the law again. Anyway, our tech people are already pulling that data apart, and I’ve dispatched a company of Marines to secure the crash site.
‘So, you felt adopting a hostile stance to the aliens was the most appropriate approach?’
‘It attacked the Sidewinder without provocation,’ Samson said, feeling his indignation rise. ‘It destroyed the Peterson and the Nautilus.’
‘Have you considered that the alien behaviour was in response to human actions? That the city you found might be sacred to them in some way?’
‘I did. Both before and after Captain Wright brought it up. I saw nothing to indicate that was the case. Their design aesthetic is very different, for a start, and considering the tech level of that city, which must be thousands of years old, either they’ve stagnated—as the hostiles are certainly not thousands of years farther up the tech tree—or they’re no more connected to this ancient race than we are. I saw nothing to indicate they’ve been in this region any longer than we have. They attacked us every time we saw them. No chance for discussion, explanation. Nothing.’
Khaimov nodded. ‘From what I’ve seen, I agree with you. Captain Wright, may he rest in peace, had far too high an opinion of himself. He was the type of officer who always had an answer—which as I’ve said, isn’t something that impresses me. Don’t be too happy with yourself, though. There will be those who do not agree with my assessment. They’ll choose to believe we’re in default no matter what happens, so you’ll need to be firm in your convictions.’
Samson nodded slowly. ‘I’m not sure what you mean by that, sir.’
‘You’ve been ordered back to Sol to deliver your logs and report to the Admiralty at Luna Command in person.’
Samson’s heart sank. This was the last thing he wanted. What more could he tell them that wasn’t already in his reports? Getting pulled from the Frontier now was as bad a career blow as being sent out here in the first place.
‘Is that absolutely necessary, sir? I’d have thought I could be of far more use out here.’
‘I’m inclined to agree, but the powers that be want to debrief you in person. You’ve got a passage on the next transport back to Mare Crisium. I’d suggest you say your goodbyes, and pack your bags.’
There hadn’t been much time to talk over things with Harper, Price, or the others. They’d all been given a month’s furlough, which all but Harper had chosen to spend by returning to the Core. She had elected to take hers down on Holmwood, where a burgeoning naval base had been established.
He still felt conflicted about her. He’d never forgive her for her actions, but he knew only too well how much stress they’d all been under. He could only hope for her sake that she was more judicious in her actions going forward. He was glad he didn’t have to see her before leaving. He was quite content never to see her again.
Price, he was sorry about. The journeyman sergeant had been a rock through it all, and Samson was sure he’d have folded under the pressure without the Marine at his side. It was a big galaxy, but with a little luck they’d cross paths again.
As for the rest of them? Samson didn’t know how he felt. They had worked hard, and everyone’s survival was a result of that, but he was not one to forgive and forget easily. They’d all been given a second chance, and it was up to them to use it wisely.
As he sat in the lounge of the transport ship, the fleet and Capsilan depot sank back into the darkness of space, until there was no way to tell that dozens of ships and thousands of men and women were out there. It pained him to leave it all behind. This was where every naval officer wanted to be now, and he had no idea if he would ever get back to it. Disappointment weighed heavy in his gut like a lead weight.
The uncertainty of what lay ahead was even worse. He’d known men who’d met their end in front of a firing squad after the mutiny. If someone managed to make an accusation of him being responsible for starting a war with an alien race stick, then he might have to stare one down himself.
All he could do was tell the truth, fight his corner, and hope he got sent back out here to do his job. Interesting days lay ahead, and he’d be damned if he missed out on them.
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