by Dietmar Wehr
The Thunder of War
By Dietmar Arthur Wehr
Amazon edition
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Other books by the author (all these books except the complete series books are also available as audiobooks):
The Synchronicity War Part 1
The Synchronicity War Part 2
The Synchronicity War Part 3
The Synchronicity War Part 4
The Synchronicity War Omnibus edition (complete series)
The Retro War (stand alone novel set in the Sync War universe)
Rumors of Glory (The System States Rebellion book 1)
Rumors of Honor (SSR book 2)
Rumors of Salvation (SSR book 3)
The System States Rebellion (complete series)
Empire in Crisis
The Last Valkyrie
The Cast of Main Characters:
Elaine Mirakova, CEO of Earth Aerospace Force
Gort Eagelton, EAF officer
Cate Harrow, EAF officer
Iruku Ripley, EAF officer and C.O. of Pathfinder
Inge Niesson, EAF officer and Eagleton’s Tactical Officer
Scarlette Montoya, EAF officer and corvette squadron leader
Torq Vol Saggarus, Tyrell officer
Ashiana, Odina officer and Liaison Officer on board Pathfinder
Glossary of Terms:
A.O. Astrogation Officer
CAG Commander, Attack Group
C.O. Commanding Officer
FAO Fleet Astrogation Officer
FC Fleet Commander
FTL Faster Than Light
FTO Fleet Tactical Officer
FWM Fleet Weapons Master
SOL Speed of Light
TF Task Force
TFL Task Force Leader
T.O. Tactical Officer
Contents
Other books by the author (all these books except the complete series books are also available as audiobooks):
The Cast of Main Characters:
Prologue:
Chapter One:
Chapter Two:
Chapter Three:
Chapter Four:
Chapter Five:
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven:
Chapter Eight:
Chapter Nine:
Chapter Ten:
Chapter Eleven:
Chapter Twelve:
Chapter Thirteen:
Chapter Fourteen:
Chapter Fifteen:
Chapter Sixteen:
Chapter Seventeen:
Chapter Eighteen:
The Thunder of Vengeance
Chapter One:
Chapter Two
Chapter Three:
Chapter Four:
Chapter Five:
Chapter Six:
Chapter Seven:
Chapter Eight:
Chapter Nine:
Chapter Ten:
Chapter Eleven:
Chapter Twelve:
Chapter Thirteen:
Author’s Comments:
Prologue:
Senior Lieutenant Gort Eagleton had never seen so many Aerospace Force officers in one place at the same time as he did now. The main auditorium at the EAF Headquarters, which was usually reserved for official ceremonies, was packed with thousands of people who all seemed to be talking at the same time. As he stood inside the entrance scanning for an empty seat, he thought he heard someone call him by his first name. He turned around to see Senior Lieutenant Cate Harrow standing in the back row of the center section and gesturing for him to join her. Luckily, none of the officers sitting between him and her were senior to him, which meant that he didn’t have to try to salute, apologize and try not to step on any toes all at the same time. She had saved a seat for him for which he was very grateful and not just because now he didn’t have to worry about standing during the briefing. He was grateful for any opportunity to be close to Cate Harrow. Not only was she extremely intelligent and competent, she also wasn’t bad looking; although, if pressed, he would admit that her taller than usual height was just a tad intimidating. He kept asking himself if he had a romantic interest in her, and each time the answer came back as a tentative ‘no’. It finally occurred to him that she had a lot of natural charisma, and that’s what he was attracted to. Once he realized that, he noticed that he wasn’t the only one. Cate Harrow seemed to be one of those people who you just knew was going to accomplish something important one day, and you wanted to be nearby when it happened. For some reason he hadn’t yet figured out, she seemed to like having him around too, but so far, her behavior had remained strictly professional.
“Thanks for saving a seat, Cate.”
She nodded as she sat back down. “You’re welcome. I had a hunch that you’d get here at the last minute.”
As he sat down, he looked to his right at the other officers in the same row. The predominant expression on their faces was one of envy, and it wasn’t restricted to just the men either. He couldn’t resist a quick wink and nod at them. They scowled back and looked away.
Turning back to look at Harrow, he said, “Any idea what this unprecedented briefing is about?”
She nodded. “Yeah, unprecedented is the right word all right. This briefing is being broadcast to every single member of the EAF regardless of where they are. Even the skeleton crews of the ships in orbit are going to be able to watch this. As for what it’s about…I’ve heard rumors that are so bizarre I’m reluctant to repeat them, but if they’re even half true, we are in for some interesting times. And I’m using that word in its most scary sense.” Before Eagleton could reply, some of the ceiling lights turned off. “Looks like they’re about to start the show,” said Harrow.
The volume of the background chatter dropped to almost nothing. A few seconds later, the rest of the lights went dark, and the only light in the whole place was a spotlight on the raised podium to one side of the stage. A woman in uniform appeared from behind the curtains and stepped up to the podium. Eagleton strained to see her rank but couldn’t due to the distance. He felt Harrow nudge his left arm and then saw her point to the ceiling where holographic projectors were showing a three-dimensional image of the woman’s head and shoulders. Her rank was now clearly visible, and Eagleton gasped. There was only one EAF officer who had the right to wear five stars on her collar and that was Senior Fleet Admiral Elaine Mirakova, the Chief Executive Officer of the Earth Aerospace Force. Five star admirals get briefings; they don’t give them. He felt his heartbeat speed up.
“I want everyone’s attention; so let’s settle down,” said Mirakova in a no-nonsense tone. What little chatter remained stopped instantly.
“One hundred forty-four hours ago, we here at EAF HQ received word that history had been made. Humanity had made face-to-face contact with an alien race.” The murmuring started up again but not for long. “QUIET!” shouted Mirakova. “The only voice I want to hear right now is my own; so if you have anything you want to say to someone, keep it to yourself until this briefing is finished!” She took a couple of seconds to glare at the audience before continuing.
“Contact was made by the crew of Roark’s Drift in the Wolf 359 system. The contact was conducted in a friendly manner. The aliens, who call themselves Sheepul, have asked for our help to fight against a threat to them that they say will also become a threat to us relatively soon. They have been contacted by a highly aggressive race called the Tyrell. The Tyrell apparently love to fight, so much so that they give advanced warfighting technology to nearby races with the warning that the Tyrell will attack
at a specific time in the future. If this sounds irrational, that’s because it is. The Tyrell deliberately engineer wars for their own amusement, and it seems that the more difficult the war is for them, the better they like it. That bizarre racial trait explains how they became this kind of threat. The Sheepul learned enough from their contact with the Tyrell to deduce this brief history of the Tyrell race and their strategy. They have theorized that when the Tyrell developed FTL capability, they discovered the ruins of a long dead but apparently highly advanced race. If they also found warships still in orbit, they might have been able to figure out how to operate and eventually build them. Here is where their strategy of providing neighboring races with a drone that is capable of building an automated shipyard and ship-building capability begins to make sense. Not only do the Tyrell get the opportunity to challenge themselves against alien opponents but when they win the war, they acquire those shipyards, which can then continue to make more ships like this for them.”
Her image shifted to the left, and the vacant space was filled with the side and top view of a ship. The overall shape reminded Eagleton of an arrowhead. As he examined the ship, a third shape appeared next to the top view of the Tyrell ship. Eagleton recognized this new shape as the standard EAF cruiser, but it was tiny compared to the Tyrell ship, so tiny, in fact, that the scale of the two ships couldn’t be the same.
“If you’re thinking that the relative scale of our cruiser is incorrect, you’re wrong. The scale is correct. The standard Tyrell ship is almost two point one kilometers long. And every time they conquer another race, their capacity to expand their fleet increases. Instead of war depleting their fleet, it ends up doing the exact opposite, thereby allowing them to continue to expand their empire outwards regardless of how big the empire is. And by having the entire building process automated from what I’ll call the Seed Drone that the Tyrell drop off, the target race never really gets to understand that technology or to use it in any other way.”
“The Sheepul have made it clear to us that they have no illusions about the most likely outcome of the impending confrontation, and they are inclined to offer minimal resistance. They also understand that giving us advanced warning of what we’re almost certainly going to be facing ourselves in a few years is pointless unless we can use that extra time to fully exploit the Tyrell technology. Therefore, they’ve agreed to give us the first warship when it’s completed by the automated building process. We will then try to reverse engineer the technology behind it, and hopefully we’ll find better ways of using that technology to hold the Tyrell off when it’s our turn.” She paused again.
“How difficult that might be is anyone’s guess. The fact is that we have no way of knowing how big the Tyrell empire is now. They may have conquered dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of other races. The resources that a civilization that large can bring to bear is almost unimaginable; so we have to assume that we won’t be able to defeat the Tyrell all by ourselves. Give them a bloody nose when they come calling, yes, we may be able to do that ourselves, but not defeat their entire empire. That’s why our political leaders have taken the military recommendation to do the same thing as the Sheepul are doing, and that is to seek out as many other races as possible, in order to warn them and bring them into a military alliance with us and with the Sheepul.”
“That means the EAF is going to shift its focus from slow and careful exploration while concentrating on colony support to a much more aggressive exploration effort. To be even more specific, we’re not going to explore every nearby star system anymore. We’re going to concentrate on star types that have the best chance of being home to a space-faring race, so our exploration ships will skip past dozens of low-probability systems to reach deep into unknown space. I’m sure you all understand what that means. If you suffer a major systems failure or run across a hostile race, you’ll basically be on your own. We don’t have the luxury of playing it safe anymore, and if some of you are unwilling to take those kinds of risks, then let the EAF know sooner rather than later. We’ll try to find another role that you can take on. And if that’s not possible, then we’ll offer you an honorable discharge. Believe me, we understand that this wasn’t what some of you signed up for, and there’s no shame in admitting that.
“For the rest of you, I can offer some insights into what the EAF will become in the years ahead. Once we get our hands on Tyrell technology, we’ll start building ships, and the goal is to eventually have lots of them. They won’t all be super-dreadnoughts like this monster, but they’ll be bigger and meaner than what we have now. If you’re willing to accept the risks that go along with starship operations, there’ll be lots of opportunities for advancement. But I would caution all of you to be patient, because exploiting that new technology won’t happen overnight.”
Mirakova paused again and leaned forward on the podium. “A few final thoughts. We’re convinced it’s only a matter of time until the Tyrell turn their attention to us. I don’t want anyone to be under the mistaken belief that the challenge we’re going to face will be an easy one. It’s going to be damned difficult, and there are going to be casualties because, unlike the Sheepul, we are not going to accept defeat as inevitable. If they come looking for a fight, we’ll give them one. We’ll fight hard, but we’re also going to fight smart. You may be asked to face daunting odds, but if you are, it’ll be for a reason, not just as a pointless gesture of defiance. Take whatever comfort you can from that knowledge. This briefing is short because we don’t have a lot of information right now, but I wanted all of you to hear what we do know rather than let wild rumors undermine morale. As more information becomes available, it’ll be disseminated to all of you. I will not be taking questions. You are all dismissed.”
With that, the spotlight went out, and the overhead holographics turned off. Mirakova left the stage and the auditorium. The volume of sound quickly rose until Eagleton had to nearly shout at Harrow to be sure she heard him.
“How does this compare to the rumors you heard?”
“This is actually worse that most of what I heard. Son of a bitch, Gort, we got ourselves one hell of a war. I’m staying in. How about you? You ready to put it all on the line?”
“I can’t say that I like the idea of being shot at, but I’m staying in too. You sound like you’re actually looking forward to the combat.”
Harrow grinned. “Well I’m not sure I’m looking forward to it, but I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”
Eagleton nodded and looked around. Just about everyone else was standing and moving toward the exits. Harrow remained seated and didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave. As he got up to go, he felt her hand grab his arm and pull him back down.
“Don’t be in such a hurry, Gort. The official briefing may be over, but there’s about to be a lot more talk that I want to listen to.”
“What do you mean?” asked Eagleton.
She pointed to the space between the stage and the first row where officers were starting to gather in small groups. “The more senior officers aren’t leaving. As soon as we can make our way down there, we’re going to try to join one of those groups as unobtrusively as possible.”
Eagleton shook his head. “I don’t know, Cate. Flag officers might tolerate a Senior Commander listening in, but I doubt they’ll let mere lieutenants like us do it.”
Harrow shrugged and grinned at him. “Only one way to find out. Come on,” she said as she got up and made her way to the aisle that was still full of people trying to get to the exits.
Chapter One:
Leader of Five Hundred Torq Vol Saggarus checked the ship’s chronometer again. Less than 89 cyclets left now until the fleet emerged into the target star system. He was nervous and trying hard not to show it to his crew. This would be his first campaign as a Ship Master, and he wanted to impress his superior. While the Tyrell Fleet of Fleets was always expanding and therefore in need of new Ship Masters, Torq understood that the best didn’t always rise to the top. Old clan
habits die hard, and favoritism was unfortunately far too common. He understood that the whole Tyrell race must now be considered the one and only clan, and most of the others of his cohort felt the same way, but many from the older cohorts still hadn’t embraced that new thinking.
Torq wondered whether this new adversary, the Hallerie, would measure up as worthy opponents. If they had supplied the Seed Drone with as much of the necessary materials as it could handle, they would now have ten of the massive Ships-of-Battle, while the attacking Tyrell Fleet had six. Six against ten. Torq shook his head in momentary sympathy for the poor Hallerie. Tyrell warriors were so superior in battle skills that it would take exceptional tactical skills by the opposition to have a decent chance of winning, assuming that they had ten ships. Many races hadn’t been able to supply the necessary raw materials and consequently ended up with less than ten ships by the attack deadline. Less than ten did not provide a serious challenge. With almost a hundred races conquered so far, there were now senior Leaders who were advocating attacking with only five ships, and a daring few were seriously proposing using only four. The thought of commanding a Fleet of only four Ships-of-Battle against ten made him shiver with anticipation. Maybe someday, but first he had to prove his worth by killing at least two and hopefully three enemy Ships-of-Battle.
As the Helm Master counted down the last few cyclets until emergence, Torq turned to look at his Weapons Master. This would be her first campaign in that prestigious posting, and her calm demeanor reassured him that she would not let the excitement of the battle distract her from her responsibilities. As the Fleet emerged into normal space approximately a hundred million stents from the Hallerie home world, Torq held his breath and waited for the sensor report. Most races made the mistake of holding their ships in orbit around their home world. At this range, the Tyrell Weapon Masters would be able to pinpoint the exact location of the enemy ships, which would be quickly smashed into jagged metal. As the large tactical display updated with sensor information, Torq was surprised to see no enemy Ships-of-Battle at all!