Free Fleet Box Set 2

by Michael Chatfield

  Without aid... But maybe I can do something about that.

  Min Hae and his crew’s adventures into the bar's and darker corners of Daestramus had allowed them to garner a large base of contacts and a number of operatives who wanted to do something about their situation. Min Hae wasn't ready to use them yet. Once he gave them an opening they'd take it, but wasting people was a useless pursuit.

  “Where the hell is he?” he muttered, Ulika who was manning comms and Gogs not saying anything as they continued their searches. It had been a full day since Resilient's message and still they had nothing.

  No one seemed to know where Salchar and his protection detail had been taken. It looked like the Shadows were in charge of the whole operation. At least Min Hae now knew who controlled them.

  Ulika said nothing, concentrating on working her contacts. Min Hae looked to Gogs, who'd barely left his station since they'd found out about the underground bunker system. It was nearly halfway mapped at this point.

  “Alright, we need to switch off,” Min Hae said, hating the words he was saying. Yet knowing that they needed to be said.

  “Gogs,” Min Hae said as he kept on working. Ulika was slowly disengaging from her systems. Min Hae sent a message to Baldabuh for him to take over.

  Min Hae went to Gogs systems gently shaking him.

  “C'mon. We need some rest. We're getting frustrated and getting nowhere,” Min Hae said, putting an arm over the console so Gogs couldn't see the screen.

  “But they're there, I can find them!” Gogs said and Min Hae saw the pleading in’ the little creature’s eyes. He could see how much Gogs cared that no one was ever taken hostage. Min Hae never knew what happened to Gog's kidnapped nephew but he felt that Gogs was pushing himself to make sure the same fate didn't befall the Free Fleet people on the surface. Gogs wasn't strong or tough, but he was brilliant with technology. It was the one thing he could do to help these people where he couldn't help his nephew.

  “Come on. The sooner you rest, the quicker you can find them,” Min Hae said, seeing how Gogs's eyes were cast downward as the relief crew came in. They conferred about what they had found out as the new crew got into the vacated chairs, continuing the search as Min Hae made sure Ulika and Gogs made it back to their cabins.

  When he found Salchar he was going to resign, become a Commando. He wasn't any good at being chief of the intelligence department. He thought he'd made progress only to have a fleet attack Earth without warning Salchar, and then have Salchar and twelve Free Fleet personnel captured.

  That is if he comes back, Min Hae thought, doubt creeping into his thoughts and fear creeping in with it. Salchar didn't know everything. He threw battle plans together from basics and had a lot of help from Rick and his other advisors. Yet the man had a drive that infected everyone around him. He believed in the people around him and pushed them forward. It was always a rollercoaster with Salchar. It seemed to never stop. But thinking of a Free Fleet without him was hard. I'll make sure it lives on, no matter what, Min Hae silently promised as he walked into his cabin. He would not let the greatest creation he knew of die here. Doing so would only show what a fool Salchar was.

  Sometimes a strong headed fool who relies on his friends and a good poker face is what the universe needs to give it a swift kick.

  Chapter - Breaking Point

  Janice didn't know how long she'd been strung up for. There was nothing but pain. The drugs in her system wouldn't let her sleep and kept her in a constant state of feeling as her KaaOrv played her Orv over her body. She crunched in pain as her calf felt as if someone was putting it through a chipper. She felt something loosen on her right hand. The relief nearly made her pull against the loosened fixture.

  No, hold out. She thought as Dalsee played the Orv over a nerve port.

  Janice shrieked in pain as her lower body went through fluctuations of control and not, while her nerves went from numbing pain to expressive shrieking pain. The KaaOrv hadn't said much in the time she'd been working on Janice. There had been no demands or orders, just a steady stream of degrading comments. Just tell me how to make it stop. Janice mentally pleaded as she felt bile rise in her throat.

  How can I think such things? I am a Free Fleet Commando, Salchar's personal guard. She drew strength from that, using the pain as a reminder of that. Trying to not pull on the loosened fixture. She would have her freedom and she would burn down the bastards that had done this to her and her comrades. She had seen how the first relations team had died in agony. They had said anything to get out of being tortured.

  Janice didn't feel hatred or anything negative for them. Everyone broke from being tortured. It was just a matter of time. She felt proud whenever they had misdirected their KaaOrv.

  “You look perfect, my dear,” Dalsee said with a smile as she traced Janice's arms and nerves, leaving her in a state of continuous pain as she worked her Orv with painful precision.

  “Good girl,” Dalsee said as she moved away. “Movie time now,” She said in a singsong voice as Janice tested the chain, the bolts from the roof were nearly off.

  Nearly. She thought as she waited for Dalsee to come within arm’s reach.

  Dalsee moved the view screen into position. Her attention being focused on that she didn't notice as Janice pulled on her chains. She turned as they came free from the ceiling. Dalsee raised her Orv as Janice put her arm around the other woman's neck and squeezed. The chain wrapped the two of them together, and Dalsee shrieked in pain as her raised Orv was driven into her stomach. Dalsee being a Slevarian flickered in a rainbow of colours. After a few seconds she stopped, slumping. The chains became tighter, digging into Janice's skin.

  Janice felt around Dalsee's clothing, pressing a remote through the skins and she dropped to the floor as the chains released. Her muscles had atrophied over time and with the torments of the Orv, making co-ordinated movements hard. Freeing herself from the chain wrapping her to Dalsee she tried to stand. Her legs were too weak to allow her to. Tears rolled down her face at her inability as she grabbed the Orv and a mop that was used to clean up Dalsee’s work area.

  She went to the only console in the room. It was foreign and not on the planetary network. Still she accessed the messaging system, she wrote a simple message that advertised rare metals, set it on delay to be sent to everyone connected. Using the broom like a crutch she got to the door. She opened it, finding an empty corridor. She went right, hobbling towards something with the Orv by her side. There was no one at the next corridor. She took a left, looking in the doors as she passed them. They were all unoccupied cells. She got to one where a guard was working on a console. She opened the door quietly, judging the distance she jumped. The guard turned as she reached him, she pressed the Orv to his nearest tentacle his other shot out in pain. Janice grabbed a tentacle and jabbed the Orv in towards his main body. A gurgling shriek came from him for a few minutes before it ended.

  The console had videos of people being tortured on it. It looked like he was the movie maker for the scenes she'd seen on her view screen. She checked in his tentacle cluster above his body and found a communication device. She fired it up and sent the same message that she had on the console to every contact.

  “Crap,” She said as it didn't send. There was probably some kind of communication blocking system in place.

  Sirens went off as she put the device back into the guards’ tentacles and took his pistol. She still held onto the Orv. As much as she despised it, it was still a weapon. She got into the corridor, hugging the walls as she advanced, her legs were slowly getting better but they were still weak. A squad of four turned the corridor she was going down. Janice fired first recognizing their races and their weaknesses. She dropped to the floor as she kept firing. A Tacher rolled into a defensive ball. Janice crawled toward the downed squad trying to reach them before the Tacher had time to get out of its defensive shell. She was grabbing a rifle when it did. She put three shots into it before it died.

  Janice go
t a vest on and a rifle, using the walls as she stood unsteadily and continued her advance. She kept going until she got to a corridor where there was a barricade. She edged out only to have rounds smash into ’the wall right above her head. She ducked back behind cover, knowing that there was no way for her to get through all of the soldiers in front of her. There were raised voices as something was thrown. Janice jumped away from the corner. There was no explosion and she looked to the object they'd thrown.

  She picked it up, seeing a video screen. She kept a rifle trained on the corner as she hit play.

  “You made me do this,” a voice said as she watched a door open to Dave's cell.

  “No, don't!” Janice yelled as tears rolled down her face.

  It changed to the view she had seen from the movies. Dave looked at the person who entered the room.

  Janice saw realization dawn on his face. She screamed and cried as the person raised a pistol, a shot rang out as Dave slumped.

  “Noooo! NOOO!!!!” She screamed remembering how they'd looked after one another when they'd been in the same squad, and the comfort of just sleeping with one another. They had been one another's rock and these bastards they'd tried to help had destroyed that. She felt strength fill her as she stood, checking the items she had.

  Bead rifle, four clips, three grenades, pistol two clips. She felt a sad smile cross her face. She fired down at the barrier, priming a grenade that she whipped after the rounds. Crump. She turned the corner firing at anything that moved. Her legs wobbled and her body hurt where it touched anything. The leftover pain was nothing to how her mind reeled from Dave's loss. She was hit in the chest, but she controlled her fall, firing at the shooter. She rolled next to the armored barricade as she reloaded her beader. She thumbed another grenade, waiting for it to go off before following it again. Her reinforcements came in as she was going past the barricade. They came together in a mash of bodies and weapons. Janice screamed as she grabbed her pistol, shooting the attackers. She got up as a round hit her leg. She fell face first, firing and rolling to get a new weapon. Her leg was destroyed, but she had learnt to handle pain as she grabbed a riffle and laid down fire. Another round got through the thin layers of her side armor, she gasped in pain as she felt her body become weak from blood loss. An irresistible wave of tiredness was breaking over her and she let her rifle drop.

  ***

  Krom felt like his body was freezing from the inside out as he became fully awake. His torturer put the view screen in front of his face and turned it on. He watched as Janice took a barricaded station and rounds hit her as she fell. She sank to the ground and a pool of blood expanded underneath her. Rage built inside Krom, and he pulled on his restraints as his muscles bunched.

  His Orv put her kaaOrv in his nerve ports. He passed out, screaming in pain until the cold feeling brought him back. He looked up to the video as he saw a soldier enter a torture room. Dave looked up before being rocked back as the soldier's pistol kicked.

  “They died and you did nothing,” his torturer said into his ear as she left the video playing, forcing Krom to see the deaths of his two closest friends.

  Dave and Janice had been like parents to the rest of the protection detail. They were the ones that made sure everyone was eating and changing shifts. They made Krom trade off protecting Salchar all the time. They had been kind and loving people as well as the best Commandos Krom had the pleasure of knowing. He would add their names to the wall of the awakened when he returned to AIH if he did.

  For the first time in his life Krom felt completely useless. He had been trained to fight and look after his battle mates his entire life. Yet now he couldn't do anything. He was shameful, weak and useless. He wasn't a real warrior anymore. Over and over he was forced to watch the deaths of Dave and Janice,’ just as he’d been forced to watch the scenes from the relations team. It was all he could do to pay them homage as his Orv returned. The feeling of cold focus faded away as the hazy continuance took over. Krom let his head fall to the floor, shame and embarrassment filling him.

  I should've never let them take us, was his last thought as he lost himself to nothingness.

  Chapter - Progress and a Surprise

  Cheerleader and the majority of the fleet had been working to scout out the areas they didn't know as much about as they would like.

  But now something had emerged from a wormhole looking for them.

  “Move!” she yelled as people hugged the walls.

  Her first shift crew were already in their positions or trickling in after her.

  “We have one Cruiser in system,” Jorvut said from the Sensor pit. Werv, Cheerleader's second-in-command was still making his way to the bridge.

  “Bring the fleet to readiness.”

  Onur bent over her comms console as she sent the alerts. Anyone too far out to provide support was to watch the outcome of a battle, if one occurred, and head for the fleet at Daestramus as fast as possible.

  Bregend's small squadron of two Corvettes, two cruisers, a destroyer, and his new Battle Cruiser Resolute went through start-ups and readied themselves. So did Taleel's Battle Cruiser and two more destroyers which made up Cheerleader's scouting fleet.

  In minutes they were ready.

  “Sphere formation,” Cheerleader said as she pulled up reports on the FTL system, which would be connected within four days.

  She waited as it took six hours for a message to come in from the Battle Cruiser.

  People gasped as a Dovark appeared on the screen. Dovarks were the first race, the group that had created the Union and the real PDF. They had connected races across the Universe and their home planet was the centre of the entire Union. The home system Quarst was now the property of Lady Fairgate and she had something against the Dovark, something she made clear to the race. She never let them leave the surface. Well, she never had. It looked like she did now.

  “My name is Captain Lord Foshunti,” The Dovark said with a sweeping bow. Its mouth was toothless and it had oddly shaped long limbs. They looked long and weak but Cheerleader knew they were extremely powerful. The Dovark, while looking like feeble creatures, were as strong as, if not stronger than an Avarian.

  It wore rich clothes which shimmered in colors against its bland grey skin. Its head had patches of roughness which she knew extended across the rest of its body.

  “I come on behalf of my Lady Fairgate. To challenge you and your fleet to a nice little battle. Say at this location in three weeks’ time? Good luck, lovelies.”

  Foshunti bowed again, his clothes shimmering as he did so, the transmission ending to be replaced by a solid looking Troulver resting on its chair.

  “Do you accept Captain Lord Foshunti's battle?” the creature asked, ending the message.

  Cheerleader stared at the screen while she thought about it. Salchar had given her the power to make decisions on his behalf. Having someone actually proposing a battle seemed ludicrous, yet she only knew a little about the universe. It was a possibility. Also knowing where a battle was going to take place was good intelligence. They could get some advantages just from knowing that I had a time. And, not agreeing meant she had less of an idea where Foshunti might be.

  “Open a channel,” she said and Onur did so.

  “I accept his battle.” She indicated for Onur to cut off the connection.

  “Have the ships near the jump limit move independently. I want them to alert the other scouting parties as soon as possible. I want one ship to get to the nearest FTL hub and send a message to Parnmal about what's happened, another ship to Salchar. No movement before that cruiser is out of this system,” she said, Werv looking after the details as Onur contacted ships to make Cheerleader’s idea a reality.

  “Go to readiness yellow,” Cheerleader said They could have a fleet waiting within wormhole range,” making sure her people didn’t relax now that their immediate issue was dealt with.

  Cheerleader waited for the message to reach the cruiser. A half hour passed before the
cruiser jumped away using its capacitors. Cheerleader couldn't see what the other ships were doing as they had four, to eighteen hours time lag.

  Yet another fight to prep for. Cheerleader thought, opening a channel to Bregend.

  “Cheerleader,” the man said, his voice deep as ever.

  “Will you be with us or following Min Hae? He's supposed to go to the next inhabited system.”

  “I'll send my fast movers. Two Corvettes and cruisers. My Destroyer and my Battle Cruiser are at your disposal,”

  “Thank you, Bregend,” Cheerleader said, updating her roster.

  “I'll leave you to it,” Bregend replied. Cutting the channel, Cheerleader sent a message off to the ship that was on standby to Daestramus.

  ***

  Cheerleader wasn't the only one getting messages.

  “I've got them!” Gogs said as Min Hae rushed to his station, mostly by climbing and awkwardly shuffling.

  Gogs opened a hologram in the middle of the room, making Min Hae feel a little embarrassed. Well. If he'd cared about that sort of thing. Algorithms the hologram showed a section of an underground base out in the middle of nowhere.

  “How did you find it?”

  “Someone posted an advert coming from this position that fit our algorithms.”

  “You sure it's not a mistake?”

  “No, it looks like one of ours was able to get a message out. I'm trying to retrace, using the communications device sending the message as a hub.” Gogs stopped talking as his hands flew over the console. As information populated the hologram, Gogs face tightened in a rictus of concentration.

  “Chrys, I want that communications system prepped. Also get the others ready. If this is them we need to be ready to leave,” Chrys nodded into his console as he worked.