by Mark Wandrey
“Each trip will take about one day,” Lilith said, “with loading and unloading of personnel because they will all need to be shuttled to the surface. The problem is power. I am below twenty-five percent main power. This sort of operation will nearly deplete my stores, leaving only auxiliary.”
“Can’t you do the star recharge thing again?” Minu asked without looking up.
“Potentially,” Lilith replied, “though it is not without risk. The star in the system I utilized to recharge that one time was almost ideally suited. I could begin a search—”
Minu gave a dismissive gesture. “No, we can’t risk this ship, period. Not after the recent revelations.”
Lilith nodded her head. They’d discussed the fact that the Mok-Tok and T’Chillen ships were new days ago. It was the last in a long line of disturbing information Minu was forced to assimilate. Somewhere, somehow the higher order species of the galaxy were again building new starships. And worse, they were cooperating with each other. Something that Minu knew from studying history and warfare within the Concordia was a rare and dangerous thing.
“We’ll use the tactical drive to transfer all the Rangers to Beacon where we can stage them for movement to Bellatrix. Once that’s complete, we’ll take the ship back to Dervish and get a charged power core. Will your auxiliary reserves be enough for that?”
“We’ll be somewhat limited in our speed and other functions, but I believe that is within my abilities.”
“Good,” Minu said and turned to Cherise who jumped in surprise. “Prepare the transfer of men and equipment to be as efficient as possible. Abandon anything that isn’t absolutely essential or simply too expensive to lose.”
Cherise nodded.
“Wounded personnel and top priority gear like the surviving Lancers go first.”
Cherise nodded again as she made notes.
“Meeting adjourned.”
Outside the CIC, Minu floated to the floor and found Cherise waiting there. “I think we should talk.”
“Now isn’t the time,” Minu replied curtly.
“Minu, please—”
“No!” Minu snapped, her green eyes boring to the center of Cherise’s soul. The woman who’d always been like a rock seemed to deflate under the scrutiny, validating Minu’s stance. “I said later, and I meant it. Oversee the evacuation. Do your job, Chosen.”
Cherise jerked at the way her friend said the last word. Minu left her there, crestfallen and defeated.
“What was that all about?” Aaron asked when she rounded the hallway corner to find him waiting there.
“Work,” Minu mumbled and kept going, forcing him to hurry to catch up.
“What happened between you two down on Planet K?” he persisted.
Minu kept walking, refusing to say another word, and after a few paces, Aaron stopped. In the years they’d shared together, he knew there were some lines she would never cross. The one between Chosen and spouse was one of those.
* * *
After another day the last of the critically injured Rangers were finally stabilized and they began the transfer operation. Exactly two hundred and fifty Rangers were loaded aboard along with a quantity of valuable equipment and Lilith undocked from the remains of the Ibeen.
“We are ready mother,” Lilith told Minu through their link.
“Okay, let’s go.” Minu was in her customary stateroom with Aaron as they awaited the transition from tactical drive. As the moments passed she tried to envision the Weaver becoming visible in its ‘quasi-Portal’, the ghostly form floating from the depths, those pincers extending that seemed to go on, and on, until your mind started to itch in a way that minds were never meant to itch. She gave a shudder and tried to think about something else, anything else. And then it happened.
The universe ‘blinked’. It was the only way she’d ever thought to explain it. For a moment they were not there, they were nowhere. And then, they were back. It made her think back to the horror Pip had said he experienced during the jumps of the tactical drive. And that reminded her that he was gone.
“You okay?” Aaron asked, and she realized she was crying.
“Yeah, just thinking about Pip.”
“I understand,” he said and gently brushed her cheek with the back of her hand. She smiled, then her stomach did a flip-flop.
“Oh,” she said and put a hand to her mouth.
Aaron lifted and eyebrow and she gave a halfhearted laugh and waved him away. Then it returned, twice as powerful and three times as urgent.
“Oh shit,” she gulped and leaped for the quarter’s tiny bathroom.
Aaron stared after her, but the retching sounds held him back as effectively as a forcefield.
“Is mother well?” asked Lilith over the room’s PA.
“I think she’s having morning sickness.”
“It is not morning, father.”
Aaron chuckled and explained. “Is the baby making her ill?” Lilith asked.
“I guess you could say that.”
“Perhaps she should report to the medical intelligence.”
“It is normal for a great many women, Lilith. Don’t be concerned.”
And as if to validate his statement, Minu appeared from the bathroom, wiping her mouth with her black Chosen jumpsuit sleeve. She looked a little green, but other than that well enough.
“I’m fine dear,” she said to the room’s pickup. “Your little brother or sister is starting to make herself known. My—” she stopped before continuing.
She’d been about to say her mother was sick often during her pregnancy. Now, of course, that all rang as yet another lie in her life. She bit back the feelings of betrayal and patted Aaron on the shoulder. “Come on hubby, time to fly.”
Flight operations were quick and efficient. Lilith remote piloted all three of her shuttles and Aaron flew his now battle-tested Phoenix. Minu went down with him on the first trip, as was her custom. The delta-winged craft cut through the atmosphere and circled the high escarpment where the Portal sat.
Remains of a small city lay to one side and distant mountains to the other. The area was in early morning as they flew over, Aaron using all the craft’s sensors to verify no-one waited for them. Gregg rode with them and he stood to look over their shoulders as they made the first circuit.
“Never thought much of Edge on my first visit a few years ago,” he commented.
Aaron was nodding. “The Tog had a real hard-on for this place though. Sent my team here at least three times looking for who knows what.”
Minu just looked on. She’d never worked as a scout, unlike her husband and their friend. It was an irony that didn’t escape her that the highest ranked among them was now the least traveled.
“Any signs of recent activity?” she asked over her shoulder. Kal’at sat at the shuttle meager instrumentation and was just finishing his work.
“No,” he hissed, snapping his jaws for emphasis. “I see no signs of any activity.”
Minu nodded and pointed as they orbited. “Over there, I think?”
“Good choice,” Aaron agreed and began to adjust his course and ready the gravitic assist for landing.
A minute later the ramp lowered with a whine and Minu strode down the ramp, one of her shock rifles in one hand, the butt stock resting against her hip. A squad of Rangers in full combat armor flanked her and quickly deployed into a protective formation.
She glanced back at Gregg with a clear “what the fuck is that all about?” look on her face.
He only shrugged, but the echo of a grin on his face told her he knew damn well what was going on. All the men were familiar, especially the sergeant she’d first met while marooned in the engineering section.
A half hour later all the Rangers were mustered in ranks, their equipment prepared as she took out her PCR and programmed the Portal. That done, she turned and found the sergeant and his squad waiting nearby, seemingly relaxed to casual observation. Anything but to her practiced eye.
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bsp; “Sergeant Selain, isn’t it?”
“Yes Chosen,” he said, obviously pleased that she’d learned his name. The Rangers didn’t wear name tags on their uniforms, something she’d insisted upon.
“Commander would be sufficient in this case. You want to tell me about this dog and kloth show?”
“Just keeping an eye on things, ma’am.”
“Klothshit.” He had a wonderful poker face. “Fine, muster your men with the rest.”
“No ma’am.”
“Excuse me?”
“He’s following the orders of the Ranger commander,” Gregg said, coming up from behind.
“Need I remind you—” she started, upon which time Gregg lifted his sleeve to show off his two red stars. Minu looked at them and up into his smiling eyes.
“I am not amused.”
“I don’t really give a shit.”
“Sucks when you don’t outrank everyone else for a change!” Aaron chuckled nearby.
“You aren’t helping,” she growled at her husband.
His ear to ear grin, while lacking the others’ subtlety, obviously spoke volumes of the conspiracy. “Are all of you honestly shackling my ass with a bunch of nurse maids?”
“They are just a personal squad,” Gregg explained.
“Purely for your protection,” Aaron agreed.
She started to complain and it was Gregg’s turn to interrupt. “First of all, you don’t have a say in what I do with my Rangers. Second of all, they can be considered an attaché attachment, and it will be good for their dossiers.”
“And you get to keep tabs on me as a bonus.”
“I never said that,” he replied tersely.
“Say whatever the hell you want,” she said and glanced at the men. “Fine, but this isn’t over with.” She spun smartly and marched towards the Portal.”
“Well that didn’t go too badly,” Gregg said with a shrug.
“You don’t have to sleep with her tonight,” Aaron mumbled and followed her.
As Minu walked she glanced down at her sleeve where two golden stars rode. They couldn’t see but she was smiling, more glad than she could say in front of them that she wasn’t the only one in her group to reach that rank. With some luck, they might reach a majority of the Chosen council someday. Then she snorted at the thought. With Pip gone, Cherise losing her edge, and Aaron retired, it no longer seemed possible.
The Portal was glowing blue, awaiting orders. She took the PCR and keyed the sequence to initiate. Instantly it swirled and a vast snow-covered plane appeared. The planet had always been known as Jumpoff, and other than having a breathable atmosphere, was just about the most worthless world in the galaxy. That, of course, was why humanity had picked it for their primary off-world rally point.
She nodded to a Ranger nearby who quickly initiated the laser communicator. A second later, her earpiece crackled to life with a recorded message.
“Chosen Minu Groves, you are ordered by the First among the Chosen to return to—” She thumbed her tablet and killed the replay, buffering it into her message list and instead triggered the prepared transmission.
The file contained her after-action report of her relief of the siege on Planet K, and that was it. No more details on herself, Lilith, the Kaatan, or what they intended to do. And not a damn word on the ghost fleet of dozens of starships they’d found.
“I’ll skin that kloth when I come to it,” she’d explained to Aaron as he helped her write the report.
“Company C, 2nd Battalion!” she called out loud and clear, “prepare to disembark!”
The Rangers gave a cheer and she stepped through, her new personal squad right on her heels. Where Edge was mild and relatively calm, Jumpoff was frigid and windy. The frozen plain around the Portal was well traveled and sported a few equipment caches there for the Chosen to use if necessary. After decades of use, the Chosen knew no other species ever visited the boring and permanently winterlocked world.
The company commander saluted as his men moved through in quick order. He was one of the first Rangers who’d been promoted to officer level, and according to Gregg, would likely be the first non-Chosen battalion commander as well.
“Captain, I’m sorry to ask your men to stay on Jumpoff for so long, but it is more advantageous for our situation if all the Rangers should return en masse.”
“No explanation needed, commander.” The look on his face was one of an attentive and serious soldier.
“Very well. We’ll be back in a day with another company.”
“We will establish a base camp five kilometers to planetary south.”
Minu nodded. There was a tiny, ancient settlement there that had been thoroughly studied by Chosen scientists. No explanation had ever been agreed upon for its existence. Ted Hurt believed it to be the evidence of a species’ leasehold prior to the planet becoming uninhabitable, while Bjorn went with squatters in the ancient past.
Regardless of its origin, the Chosen had used it long ago as a base when first moving out into the galaxy for the Tog, but no-one had set foot in it for many, many years.
The last of the Rangers finished coming through and began organizing to move their heavy equipment. The Portal timed out and Minu used her PCR to open it again back to Edge. Aaron stood there expectantly as she stepped back across hundreds of light-years, her squad right behind.
The captain waved once and she waved back before deactivating the Portal.
“Okay,” she said, “let’s get back to work!”
Chapter 57
June 5rd, 534 AE
Deep Space
Fleet Commander Sing-Apal Katoosh listened to the broken communication again in his flag office on the dreadnought. It was from a swarm leader named Saala, his records showing him as a male of some ability assigned as a combat leader aboard the newly commissioned cruiser Gleaming Spike.
He’d overseen four of the vessels put into service and sent this particular one to help finish the securing of Planet K in a combined T’Chillen/Mok-Tok operation days ago. That was the last he’d heard of them.
“Fleet Commander Singh-Apal Katoosh, this is Swarm Leader Asa-Oto Saala, in temporary command of cruiser Gleaming Spike, Squadron Five. We were dispatched to render assistance to the Mok-Tok on Planet K and have met with the small Lost ship we were briefed about. All T’Chillen vessels destroyed. Most Mok-Tok vessels lost as well, it is unknown their complete disposition.
“During the engagement, Gleaming Spike boarded the remains of a Lost transport that the smaller warship was protecting and found it full of humans – HISSS!”
The transmission devolved into static for several minutes. He resisted forcing it to jump ahead for fear of missing a tasty bit of information.
“HISSS – detonating their starship drives and disabled this – SNAP, HISS!”
“BZZZZZ – humans are under – CRACKLE – be considered that they are now a threat to the T’Chillen – HISSS – to make –SNAP – repairs in order – SQUEEL”
And that was the last understandable word. It didn’t matter how many times he listened, there was nothing more to be gleaned.
Another Lost vessel. Humans were involved. But how were they involved, and with who? They were a minor species, worms in service to the Tog. He surmised that the small, powerful Lost ship had returned and taken out the cruiser.
As he thought he updated the fleet database, removing Gleaming Spike and its squadron from the assignment board. There was a time that the loss of this many ships would have resulted in a fleet commander’s head being taken, but no longer. He was the only fleet commander, and while costly, the ship would be replaced in weeks. Thanks to their allies, of course.
He was under strict orders from those allies to report every sighting of that Lost ship to them immediately, and he’d already put it off several hours while analyzing the data. Katoosh stared at his communication panel for a long minute before activating it and inputting the code he’d been given. The response, as always, was
instantaneous.
“Yes, Katoosh.”
“A cruiser and its squadron have engaged the Lost ship you seek.”
“The outcome.”
“All were destroyed.”
“We see.”
“How are we to fight this ship?” he asked the Grent, somewhere out in the vastness of space. He knew they were perhaps millions of light-years away, communicating through this new fantastic quantum communication system they used. But despite that knowledge, it sounded like the being was in the next chamber. “They seem invulnerable.”
“It is merely a ship. A very powerful ship, to be sure, but only one. You are many. Eventually, it will make a mistake when you have sufficient forces.”
“Then what, oh Great Grent?”
“Then, you will throw every vessel you have at it until it is destroyed. Afterwards, any species allied with those controlling them, will be annihilated as well.”
“As you command,” he hissed and broke the channel. “And once I have been given the tools, I will destroy the Tanam, then the Tog, and even the Mok-Tok.” A little acidic poison leaked from his fangs, which he caught with a darting tongue. “Then maybe, I will deal with you as well.”
He turned his thoughts to the Lost ship and what it might mean where the battle took place. Such a ship must consume vast amounts of power, and a pitched battle in the Planet K system would likely have left it depleted.
He gestured with a coiled arm and a three dimensional map of the quadrant around Planet K appeared. There were only so many places a ship could obtain the sorts of power needed to run a warship like that, and he thought he knew where it might have gone.
Chapter 58
June 12rd, 534 AE
Dervish Star System, Galactic Frontier