Discovery (The Niakrim War Book 1)

by David J. VanBergen Jr.

  DISCOVERY

  BOOK ONE IN THE NIAKRIM WAR SERIES

  DAVID J. VANBERGEN JR.

  FAIRFIELD PUBLISHING

  Contents

  Copyright

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Thank You

  Appendix

  Copyright © 2017 David J. VanBergen Jr.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Except for review quotes, this book may not be reproduced, in whole or in part, without the written consent of the author.

  This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is purely coincidental.

  THANK you so much for buying my book. Discovery is the first book in the Niakrim War series. This novella is an introduction to the main characters and the enemy that will be the focus of the next several books. I really hope you like it and can’t wait to share more with you.

  At the end of the book, I have included a list of alien species that are encountered in the book. It’s in the appendix so make sure you check it out when your done with the story.

  Thanks again. I hope you like what I’ve written!

  CHAPTER 1

  SPACE IS SO BORING!

  This was certainly not what Violet had expected space travel to be like. She had dreamed of this since the first time she looked up at the stars in the sky, but none of those dreams had included endless days of nothingness. The only excitement she had experienced during the first days of the journey was when an occasional piece of space debris penetrated the warp field forcing the pilot to take evasive action. Even those potentially deadly encounters were brushed aside, as if they were no more bothersome than a fly buzzing around the room, by the Krim Sprinter's legendary pilot, Cyrus Jones, who was as much machine as man.

  The captain had assured her that the Krim Sprinter was the fastest ship in the fleet, which made it the fastest ship in the known universe, when he reluctantly brought her on board the week before. The problem with space travel was the incomprehensible distances between planets. Even at three hundred times the speed of light, the travel time to Proxima was listed as seven days. The captain had assured her that they would be there in five. When she asked what they would do on the Proxima outpost for two days while they waited for the rest of the crew to arrive, Captain Mitch Cooper had just smiled and walked away.

  After four days of watching countless specks of light stream past in a blur, Violet wished her childhood dream had involved something less monotonous...like being an accountant. She was wondering if it was possible to actually die of boredom when the ship violently lurched, throwing her from her chair. She froze in the air momentarily as the warp drive was forcibly shut down, dropping the ship back into real time, before being slammed into the navigation console. Everything went black.

  When she came to, the ship’s bridge was in total chaos. Warning sirens were going off. Red lights were flashing. Captain Cooper was rushing from station to station, assessing damage and muttering to himself. She had a pretty good idea of what he was saying.

  "What the hell just happened, Cyrus?"

  "We were hit by a photon torpedo, Captain," he answered calmly as he stared at the seemingly empty space in front of the ship.

  "That's impossible!"

  "Yet here we are."

  Captain Cooper looked ready to explode. Instead, he took a calming breath as he ran both hands through his grey hair. "Did you drop us out of warp before we tore the ship apart?"

  "Of course," Cyrus replied without taking his eyes off the still empty space in front of the ship. "Belzaire's not gonna be happy, though. There's no telling how much of the warp system we tore up shutting it down that quickly."

  Violet had pulled herself to her feet and was using the navigation console to steady herself. "So what just happened?"

  "Somehow, we were hit by a photon torpedo while traveling at warp three," the captain muttered.

  "How is that possible?"

  "It's not."

  The captain raised his hand to head off further questions. "We'll talk later. Can you find your way to engineering?"

  "I think so."

  "Get down there and help Belzaire. There's bound to be damage of some sort."

  She was leaving the bridge when Cyrus quietly said, "There's something out there, Captain."

  "Where?"

  "Right in front of us."

  "What is it?"

  "I don't know," Cyrus answered. "I can't see it."

  "If you can't see anything, how the hell do know something's there?"

  Cyrus just shrugged.

  The captain pointed at Violet. "Get to engineering. Tell Belzaire to get that warp drive back online."

  "I'll do what I can."

  The last thing Violet heard as she headed to engineering with a renewed sense of urgency was Captain Cooper telling Cyrus to put everything they had into the shields. All their lives might depend on it.

  AS VIOLET RUSHED into the warp room, she was confronted with a scene straight out of her nightmares. Glowing green warp fluid squirted everywhere. Steam leaks sprouted like geysers. Blinking red and yellow beacons were the only discernible source of light. When a huge man with deep red skin and jet black hair rounded the corner screaming curses, she thought, just for a moment, that she had been transported to Hell and was facing the devil himself.

  "What are you doing here?" the large, angry man growled through gritted teeth.

  "I...I...I'm here to help," she managed. "Captain said to help you get the warp system back online."

  "Oh," he said with a sudden smile. "Glad to have you. I'm Belzaire. Come with me. We've got a lot of work to do."

  Belzaire turned and walked straight into the chaos, not even bothering to avoid the steam blasts or leaking warp fluid. Violet followed tentatively, doing her best to avoid both. When she caught up to him, he was in the process of sliding a very heavy looking cabinet to the side, revealing a trapdoor in the floor.

  "What's in there?"

  "Warp fluid," he replied nonchalantly.

  Before Violet could ask why the warp fluid was stored behind a hidden trapdoor, Belzaire pulled the door open to reveal a deep chamber with hundreds of clear cylinders full of glowing green fluid. There was easily ten times the legal limit of warp fluid in there.

  Belzaire answered her unasked question with a mischievous smile and started pulling out cylinders. "We lost almost two hundred liters before I got the system shut down," he said. "I'll fix the leaks while you refill the system."

  "Two hundred liters is more than a ship this size needs for the entire system," Violet sputtered, finally coming to terms with what she was seeing. "Not to mention twice the legal limit of reserves allowed on a ship like this."

  "I've made some modifications," was all he said while he continued to pull out more cylinders of the precious liquid.

  When he had retrieved twenty-five cylinders, Belzaire stood up and looked at Violet, who was staring at him with wide eyes, trying to comprehend what was going on. "Now, look," he said firmly. "If the captain sent you down here to help, something is seriously wrong. We need to get this ship back up and running. You deserve an explanation, but now is not the time."

  Sensing the gravity of the situation, if not the cause, Violet nodded slowly. "What do you need me to do?"

  Belzaire smiled reassuringly and pointed across the warp room to the half-empty tank of warp fluid. "We need to refill the reservoir. C
an you do that while I fix the leaks?"

  "I think so."

  "Good. Just put a cylinder on the fill pad and hit the green button."

  Those were the only instructions he gave before turning away and heading to a pipe leaking warp fluid on the far wall. Violet looked around the room briefly, wondering what she had gotten herself into, then started transporting the cylinders to the reservoir.

  It took far longer than she had anticipated because she was constantly stepping over debris and around puddles of warp fluid, which she learned the hard way were very slippery. By the time the last cylinder had been sucked into the tank, Belzaire had finished repairing the leaks and was gathering the empty cylinders and putting them back in the hidden compartment. When she attempted to ask about them, Belzaire simply said, "Later," and closed the trap door and slid the cabinet back into place.

  With the compartment of warp fluid again hidden, Belzaire turned to Violet and smiled warmly. "Thank you for your help," he said. "You should head back to the bridge. If something goes wrong, that's the best place to be."

  She wanted so say something, ask questions, or try to figure out what exactly was going on. Instead, Violet simply said, "Okay," and headed out of the warp room, back to the bridge.

  As soon as she turned to leave, Belzaire hurried to the control console and pushed the intercom button for the bridge. "Captain, we've got the system ready to power back up. We should be ready for warp travel in about five minutes, but we won't have full capacity until I can do a more thorough repair."

  "Got it," came the captain’s disembodied reply. "Call me when you're ready."

  BACK ON THE BRIDGE, Violet sat in the chair she had previously been thrown from, looking out into space. She was trying to piece together everything she had seen. Did the captain know there was enough illegal warp fluid hidden on his ship to get everyone on the ship executed? She thought it was likely that he did. And what did Belzaire mean by modifications? Nobody knew how warp travel really worked, it just did. Making modifications to something you didn't understand, and could kill you, was crazy. But then again, much of what she had seen and heard since coming aboard the Krim Sprinter was a bit bizarre.

  The captain's voice brought her back to the apparently tense situation. "Is it still there, whatever it is?"

  "Yes, it is, Captain."

  "And you still don't know what it is?"

  "Nope."

  Violet expected the captain to be angry, but he simply nodded, seeming to accept that there was something invisible, and possibly dangerous, just outside. Yep, things were definitely a bit crazy aboard the Krim Sprinter.

  "Captain, the warp system is online and ready to go," the intercom suddenly blared. "Tell Cyrus to keep it to warp one, one point five max. But preferably warp one."

  "You heard him, Cyrus. Warp speed one point eight."

  Cyrus looked at him with a disapproving glare, but simply asked, "Where to, Captain?"

  "Anywhere but here."

  A moment later, Cyrus reported, "We're ready when you are, Captain."

  "Drop the shields and engage the warp field as fast as your robotic arm possibly can," the captain said as he leaned forward in his chair, staring intently at the still empty space in front of the ship. "Three, two, one, go."

  Everything happened so fast; Violet could barely comprehend what she was seeing. She could hear the click of the shields dropping and feel time freeze momentarily as the warp field formed and the ship jumped into warp speed. And in the same instant, she saw three photon blasts appear out of nowhere, heading straight for them. She squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed the chair, bracing for an impact that never came. When she managed to pry her eyes open, all she could see was the emptiness of space streaking past.

  Maybe space wasn't going to be so boring after all.

  CHAPTER 2

  DAY 5

  After four days of uneventful travel, we were attacked by an unknown enemy—one that appears to be invisible, no less. The ship only suffered minor damage and we were able to resume our journey after performing emergency repairs.

  This unexpected event gave me my first look at what goes on behind the scenes on the legendary ship. While I don't fully understand everything I saw today, I am confident in saying there are things going on that nobody outside of the Krim Sprinter knows about. Not least of which is how we are going to reach Proxima faster than is theoretically possible.

  VIOLET LOOKED at the words she had written, considering whether she should add more. She knew the Intergalactic Trading Company often ignored their own laws when it was financially convenient, and the Intergalactic Military Force flat out ignored them at will. Was the Krim Sprinter operating outside the law of their own accord or was it condoned by the overriding authorities in the galaxy? Either way, she wasn't going to record anything more until she knew what the consequences might be.

  She was still trying to decide if there was anything else to add when a chime announced someone at her door. She quickly engaged the encryption on her tablet and slid it back into the hidden compartment in her luggage before walking to the door to see who was there.

  When the door slid open, Violet was surprised to see the ship's security officer standing there. Kublai was big, even by Vim standards, and his light blue skin reminded her of large block of ice, which fit his personality—cold and impassive. "The captain would like you to dine with him," he informed her.

  "Oh," she said in surprise. Captain Mitch Cooper had shown no previous interest in getting to know her and had made it fairly clear he didn't approve of her being on his ship. Of course, this didn't feel like a request for an engaging conversation. In fact, it didn't feel like a request at all. "Give me a few minutes to change."

  "I'm sure your current attire is just fine, Miss Maciera," he said. "Now, if you would be so kind as to follow me to the Captain's Dining Hall."

  Kublai turned and walked away, clearly expecting Violet to follow. When she finally caught up with him, he glanced at her disapprovingly before turning his attention straight ahead. "I know why you're here, Miss Maciera," he said matter-of-factly. "And I know who your uncle is."

  Violet nearly stumbled but quickly regained her composure. "Whatever do you mean?" she asked in the most innocent voice she could muster.

  "You are essentially Intergalactic Trading Company royalty," he said simply. "You are too highly positioned to be ignored yet too low to be part of the ruling family. You are here to make a name for yourself."

  Violet began to protest, but knew there was no point in denying who she was. "Lucius is my great-uncle," she admitted before realizing that she had just admitted a much closer relationship to the head of the ITC than she had intended.

  Kublai's only reaction was a raised eyebrow before he continued. "As I said, you are here to make a name for yourself," he repeated. "That means you are either here to prove you can make your own way on the most renowned ship in the fleet...or you're a spy."

  They had stopped in front of a double sliding door labeled as the Captain's Dining Hall. Kublai stared at her, waiting for her reply.

  Violet's mind was racing. What answer could she give that would satisfy him? She quickly decided the best thing to do was tell him the truth, at least part of it. "I have wanted to travel the stars since I was a little girl," she told him honestly. "It is true that my great-uncle is the head of the Intergalactic Trade Company and I did use his influence to get this assignment. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that."

  Kublai simply nodded, as if he accepted that answer, but she was pretty sure he didn't. He did step aside, though, and with a sweeping gesture of his arm, invited her to enter the Captain's Dining Hall.

  Doing her best to act dignified, she swept past him without another word. The room that revealed itself when the doors slid open was enough to make her completely forget about the unpleasant conversation with the ship's security officer. Now this was what she had always envisioned space travel would be like—if not the exact style, at
least the elegance.

  The Captain's Dining Hall was modeled after a twentieth century sailing vessel. All around the room, shelves displayed priceless antiques from the days when ships sailed Earth's oceans for exploration and pleasure. At the center of the room was a large, elegant table surrounded by eight intricately carved chairs. As impressive as the rest of the room was, Violet's attention was immediately drawn to a large window that looked out into space.

  The spacescape outside the window nearly took her breath away. A large alien planet dominated the view, but it was the orbiting moon that drew her attention. It was made up of stripes of color—blue, green, and gold—and was circled by dozens of silvery rings around the middle. Behind it all, partially hidden by the giant planet, was a muted yellow sun. It was the most amazing sight she had ever seen.

  The captain was standing at the window with a man she recognized as the ship's medical officer, Colin McIntyre. They were looking out at the planets, quietly discussing something. Each had a glass of what appeared to be wine.

  "Please, pour yourself a glass of wine and join us," the captain invited with a smile.

  Violet wandered to the bar where several bottles were uncorked. She chose a blue wine that shimmered with an internal glow. She had never sampled the fabled Tau Ceti Blue before, but had heard it was exquisite. And extremely expensive. Even her great-uncle didn't drink it except on the most special of occasions. She poured herself a large glass then joined the captain and medical officer at the window.