by Saxon Andrew
His navigator looked up and said, “Sir, there’s not a ship in our fleet that can come close to moving that fast, much less change course that quickly. The only way we are going to come close is to cut the corner of his turn and angle toward his new course.”
“Then he could’ve run away from us at any time. Why didn’t he?”
“He might be doing that now, but our missiles should be hitting him within forty sems.”
“Why hasn’t he fired at the missiles?” the Glod commander wondered out loud. “He might have been able to knock down some of them.”
“As slow as they’re catching up to him, he could have probably got them all,” the navigator replied. “Perhaps the humans don’t want to reveal their armaments.”
The Glod commander was nervous. He had never seen a small ship that was so much faster than his own. Large ships were always faster because they had more power in their screens to overcome resistance. The small ship also made that left turn in one-third the time it took him to alter course to cut the corner and continue the pursuit. “Maximum power to our screen and go to maximum speed; try to get into beam range. I don’t want them to jump away,” he ordered.
The commander of the Cainth cruiser saw the human ship turn and accelerate straight toward his position. It was going to be on top of him in seconds, and he could look at the plot on his screen and see that it would be there before the Glod missiles could strike the human ship. Then he realized what the Earth ship was doing. “Holy groad, they’re going to run those missiles into us.” He stood from his chair and yelled, “Power up all systems immediately Get the screen active, prepare all missiles to launch, get us underway, now!”
“Sir, the object we’re approaching is a Cainth Cruiser. She’s powering up her screens, and her weapons just came online,” Lieutenant Mikado said.
“Are her screens strong enough to handle the ten missiles chasing us?”
“No sir, I don’t think so, but I’m not sure,” Mikado said. “They aren’t at full power and it will take a minute before they are, but it may be enough to stop the missiles. It will also take some time for their star drive to spool up.”
Kosiev said into his com, “Helmsman, I want you to fly right by that cruiser, close enough so that our screens overlap, and weapons, I want you to hit their screen with a low power beam when we come into range to prevent them from jumping.”
“Sir?”
“I think that our screens are stronger, especially since their screen isn’t at full power. We should punch a hole in their screen with ours. The missiles chasing us will then lock on them as we fly directly over the top of them. The beam will prevent their star drive from being able to resonate.” He then said into the com on his chair, “Weapons, extend our screens out to one thousand yards.”
“Aye aye, sir.”
Ensign Smith altered course slightly and barreled down on the Cainth cruiser at over two thousand miles per second.
On board the Cainth cruiser, the captain sat and grabbed the arms of his command chair as he watched the small ship coming straight at him on his display. “How much longer until we can jump?” he yelled. Then he saw the small ship’s screens expand to twice its size. As the ship flew by he felt a jolt throughout the ship.
“Sir,” his engineering officer yelled, “their screen just overlapped ours and we’ve lost screen integrity. Our star drive is at full power, but they are hitting us with a beam that prevents our screen from resonating.”
“Launch all missiles now!” the captain yelled.
Thirty missiles launched at the Earth ship as it passed just before the ten Glod heavy missiles hit the Cainth cruiser amidships and blew it apart.
On board the Glod cruiser, the commander watched as the Earth ship destroyed the Cainth cruiser. “I guess that’s the ship that was supposed to record everything that happened here,” he thought. “They obviously didn’t do a good job of hiding.” Then he saw that the Earth ship had turned and was coming straight at him with thirty missiles chasing it.
“Evasive maneuvers,” he yelled into the com, “fire all weapons at the Earth ship. Destroy those missiles with energy weapons, fire missile batteries three and four, and ready batteries seven and eight.” He didn’t care if he was ten times larger, and it appeared that the small ship obviously didn’t care either, which made his nervousness turn into fear.
The Glod Cruiser turned away from the rapidly approaching small white ship and began firing it’s weapons. Immediately the Earth ship’s screens turned yellow as seventy primary lasers of the Glod cruiser lanced out at them while twenty Glod missiles were homing in. The twenty missiles struck and there was a huge flash that engulfed the Earth ship.
“How are the screens holding, Mikado?” Kosiev asked. “And how long before those missiles behind us impact?”
“The screen is holding up fine, sir. Only four of their missiles hit us simultaneously, which was not enough to damage us and actually added power to the screen. The screen is starting to enter red, but at the current rate of beam strikes we should be fine for sixteen more minutes. This should be over before we get into real trouble. Some of their beams are missing and have knocked out five of the missiles chasing us. Most of the missiles are directly behind us and are shielded by our screen. They won’t catch us until we pass that ship ahead of us.”
“Expand our screen another thousand yards to better shield those missiles behind us, and hit that ship with a low power beam to prevent it jumping away.”
“Sir, the screens on that ship ahead of us are at full power, and my readings indicate they are much stronger than the Cainth screens we just encountered. The missiles chasing us will probably not get through it,” Mikado said. “With our screens extended as they are it would be risky to have them overlap with that other ship’s screen. It might allow their beams to get through”
Kosiev thought about what he should do. Then he made up his mind. “I didn’t want to use our weapons in this encounter. My hope was to make it look like these two ships destroyed each other.” Then he spoke into his com. “Lieutenant Alverez.”
“Yes sir.”
“Would it be possible to fire our port-side energy beam into their screen as we pass so that it would impact only the screen and not the ship’s hull?”
“I think so, sir. I need a reading on the distance so I can set the length of the discharge.”
Kosiev looked at his helmsman and said, “Our screen is extended two thousand yards. Can you fly by that ship’s screen at exactly three thousand yards?”
Ensign Smith looked at his captain for a moment and said, “I’ll set the proximity indicator at that yardage and have it beep if we get more than twenty yards closer. I’ll do the best I can, captain. He’s attempting to evade us, but he’s not fast enough and he can’t maneuver as fast as Moscow.”
“Weapons, set the range for 3,050 yards, and fire a pattern only large enough to cover three hundred yards of that ship’s hull. Do your readings indicate that we can penetrate the screen?”
Lieutenant Alverez looked at his sensors and said, “Captain, I think so. I can’t say how long the opening will last after the hit.”
“How far behind us are the missiles, Mikado?”
“Ten point four seconds, sir.”
“Smith, slow our speed so that the missiles will arrive less than one-tenth of a second behind us as we pass that ship. Prepare to fire when our fire control says we’re even with their ship, then go to full speed.” As the Moscow flew closer to the Glod ship, Kosiev said, “Weapons free to fire.”
The Earth ship was now traveling at a speed of eighteen hundred miles per second and closed on the Glod ship at an incredible rate. The Glod commander saw that his weapons were having no visible effect on the Earth ship except to turn its screen bright red, and he also knew that the small ship was traveling too fast for him to avoid it. “Engage star drive and jump immediately,” he ordered.
“We are being hit by a low-power beam that prevents our
screen from resonating,” the navigator shouted. “It won’t hold a frequency.”
The Glod commander watched the small human ship glowing bright red as it bore down on his ship and thought, “If one of their small ships can do this, their larger classes must be incredible.” He turned to his communication officer and ordered, “Open a channel to the Cainth admiralty,” but it was too late. The Earth ship was too close. It’s not like any member of the Glod to feel terror, but that’s what touched him now. He watched the Earth ship flash by and fire an energy beam that hit his screen amidships and demolish three hundred yards of it; it then accelerated away faster than anything he had ever seen. Just before the twenty-five remaining Cainth missiles struck his ship, his last thought was, “I hope my people discover just how dangerous this so-called peaceful civilization is before it’s too late.”
Captain Kosiev looked out at the wreckage of the huge Glod cruiser and knew that no one survived the missiles when they hit. There were giant holes blown the entire length of the ship and explosions were still going off. Kosiev looked at Ensign Kelly and asked, “Did you detect any transmissions from either ship?”
Kelly watched the explosions on the ships main screen and said, “No, Sir.”
Kosiev commed Earth Base Seven and reported the destruction of two ships in his sector. The Alliance ambassador stationed there came on the com and asked what had happened.
“Ambassador Krem, my sensors picked up two explosions inside the patrol route of my ship. I jumped to the site of the blasts and found two ships destroyed inside our twenty-light-year limit.”
“What kind of ships, captain?”
“The remains of one looks like a Cainth cruiser. We have no records of what kind of ship the other one was. We will remain at the site until the Alliance sends someone to investigate.”
“Thank you, captain. We’ll have someone there shortly.”
Captain Kosiev sent a beamed message to Fleet Headquarters on Earth with videos of the attack detailing what had happened. “I hope they support my actions,” he thought. “One thing is certain; whoever planned this is going to have a hard time figuring this one out. Maybe today we’ve bought more time.” He sat down in his command chair, picked up his bag of popcorn, and continued eating the kernels as he watched the stars outside his ship. “Looks like we won’t make Star Base Seven on schedule,” he thought and continued to watch the distant unblinking stars.
Chapter 6
T ag moved swiftly through the small park. He had only gone about one hundred yards when he noticed that all the ground around him was covered in a psychic shadow. Someone must have taken manual control of the cameras and was looking in a different direction. It was at that point that Tag stopped, got down on his knees, and threw up. While he was being attacked he didn’t have the chance to think about what was happening. He just reacted to the moves his attackers were making, and his body responded automatically. Now he thought about what he had done.
“I’ve never thrown a knife,” he thought, “and I’ve just thrown two that killed two men. I didn’t even aim them and on the second throw I couldn’t see him when I threw it. How could this happen?” He thought for a moment and then looked up at the sky, full of floaters. “It must be part of my gift. I just never thought that it would take control of my body like that,” he decided.
He felt another round of gagging and threw up again. After a minute he got up and started jogging toward his house. He still had three miles to go, and all he saw in front of him were the psychic shadows where he knew he would not be seen. As he ran he played back in his mind the confrontation that had just taken place. He knew that he didn’t think about what to do;, he had just reacted to his attackers instinctively. The hours he had spent going through the self-defense moves at home must have saved him, but that practice could not account for what he had just done. He realized that he could feel what the attackers were going to do before they moved, which allowed him to avoid their attack and take advantage of them.
Tag had never been in a real fight or any physical confrontation. Perhaps his self-defense instructors were right about some people having an affinity for these skills. But even those that had an affinity still had to train for years to be able to do what he had just done, and he had not trained for years. It dawned on him that most of the training must be to teach how to avoid the attack of one’s opponent while delivering them appropriate strikes. He realized that the skill was something he possessed naturally because of his gift. Seeing what his opponents were going to do in very slow motion allowed him to do exactly what he did at five-years-old playing tag. They moved one way, he went the other. He remembered seeing, in his mind’s eye, the thin, dark psychic shadow that went from him to the first gunman. He threw the knife at that shadow and it never dropped an inch or wavered in its flight. It went straight in the gunman’s eye just as he crouched to fire, as if that shadow knew where the eye was going to be. He did the same thing with the second knife throw. He saw the shadow under him as he rolled and threw the second knife at it. He didn’t even see the gunman behind him. It had all happened so fast, and Tag felt no joy or sense of victory from killing his attackers. Even knowing he had no choice and that if he had not fought back he would be the one lying back there dead did not remove the sorrow and pain he felt inside. All the way home he second-guessed himself.
“Maybe if I had just run as soon as I sensed them approaching; or maybe if I had just wounded them…” he thought. But he knew deep down that if he had run they would have just shot him, and by the time he sensed there were five they were already surrounding him. He also knew that if he had only wounded the gunman, they would have continued shooting. Still, he couldn’t help himself from feeling pain, because it was not in his nature to deliberately hurt anyone. He vowed that in the future the last thing he would do, unless he had absolutely no other choice, would be to use the skills he discovered tonight.
The moon was up and he visualized the man in the moon crying over the wasted lives. The night sounds surrounded him, and he heard the chirps and buzzing of the insects along with the sound of the floaters overhead. Life continued and he was going to have to do the same.
Then a thought penetrated his self-pity. The cameras had seen him. He stopped running and began walking. He replayed the attack in his mind. The cameras had recorded him sitting against the wall surrounded by the five men. He thought hard and knew he had kept his head down while the camera was on him. He was also certain that during the attack the cameras were turned away. However, he knew that when the cameras swung back they would see the results of the fight with him still sitting against the wall, confronted by the big man. “I’ll bet that causes the security investigators some confusion,” he thought. “Could they possibly connect this fight with what happened at school tonight?” He had been careful to make sure that he would not be seen, and he had been successful until the confrontation. “I wonder if the cameras could tell how old I am.” Then another thought struck him. “The security people are going to wonder how the person sitting against the wall got there. That’s a question that the investigators are going to have a hard time answering. No one is on the cameras, then boom, someone appears.” He was sure that the five men could be tracked back from the scene of the attack, but that made his appearance all the more suspicious. That might shift all the attention away from the attackers and on to him. Someone that could handle five armed criminals single-handedly and appear from out of nowhere was a lot more of a concern for security than the one remaining unsuccessful criminal. “All I wanted to do was steal a test booklet, and look what happened. I guess nothing is ever simple,” he thought. He walked through the cool night, moving in the shadows without conscious thought. “Will they be able to connect the fight to the theft of the test booklet?” he wondered. He could still smell grass in the park and it smelled good. The moon had finally risen high over the horizon and the night took on a beauty that Tag saw and savored. The moon shining through the trees cast intr
icate shadows on the ground, and the grass blades reflected some of it back into the trees. Tag could see small flying insects move through the moonlight like fairies. The close brush with death had sharpened his senses and made every color, every sound, and every smell intense. “This is the flavor of living,” Tag thought. “I don’t see how they can connect the two, and worrying about it won’t change the outcome.” So Tag put it out of his mind and savored the night while he continued to move toward his home.
He finally arrived; it was barely daylight, so he sat down next to his house between the climate control and waste removal bins and then waited for his parents to leave for work. Thirty minutes later he saw the lift on the roof raise the floater and then watched it fly away with his parents. He made sure he wouldn’t be seen and entered the front door. He was exhausted from being up all night, but he knew he had to go to school to make sure that the public transportation records would show him leaving his house. He took a quick shower, put on clean clothes, put the clothes he wore last night into the auto laundry, and left to board the floater that would take him to school.
He was sitting in his seat almost asleep when Leila and Tara sat down on the seat next to his. “I must be really tired not to have sensed them board the floater,” he thought. But they were not thinking about him, so his psychic sense wasn’t triggered. They didn’t notice him because they were having a deep discussion.
“Leila, you have to ask to take the test again,” Tara said.
“And what reason would I give?” Leila responded. “If I tell them about my mother’s plans to leave and how I had been up all night, then I won’t be given a good job anyway because of my parents’ inability to maintain a long-term relationship.”
“You have to try!”
“Don’t you understand? If I bring that up then they’ll investigate my parents and discover that she’s only staying until I get married. Then not only will I not get a good job, but I’ll also lose the chance to marry and have a family.”