Finding keepers a-7

by Andrew, Saxon

  “Edison!”

  “Yes, Newton.”

  “The Searchers we stationed at Hallago’s jump limit have detected thousands of ships coming out of universal drive and moving in-system.”

  “Are those Searchers coated with the telepathy coating?”

  “Yes, and they are also in stealth mode. It appears they have not been seen by the incoming ships. They will arrive at the planet in twelve hours.”

  Edison thought for a moment, “We need to use this to get them to doubt their scanners. When they arrive ten hours out from the planet start having ten percent of the population teleport away every hour such that when they are an hour out, the remainder of the population leaves.”

  “What do you think that will do?”

  “If it were me in their place it would cause me to question why I see a huge population and as I get closer it disappears. Perhaps it would make them think we can trick their scanners into seeing nonexistent populations.”

  Newton thought a moment, “We’ll have the last ten percent teleport from the side of the planet away from them so their teleport screens won’t be seen. I’m sure they will see the thoughts of the last group through the planet, but the teleport energy should be blocked.”

  “Do it just that way, Newton. You might also get those teleporting away to move to the other side of the planet to leave. Notify the planet and make sure they know the plan.”

  The Director of the Keepers Fleet watched his board as his ships moved in-system from the jump limit. He could see the huge population’s mental signature and knew there were billions of Green Creatures. Two intervals into the system the population’s mental signature appeared weaker. He directed a thought to his sensor operator, “I think the strength of my signal has changed.”

  “It has; about ten percent weaker.”

  “What caused that?”

  “I’ve checked the sensor system and it appears to be operating normally, but there is no doubt; the signal is weaker.”

  An interval passed and the Director saw another signal reduction, “What is happening here?”

  “I cannot account for the change, Director. It is now twenty percent weaker.”

  The Director watched his board all the way in to the planet and the signal dropped ten percent every interval the fleet moved closer to the planet. At one interval the signal disappeared completely. “Scan that planet visually.”

  The sensor operator scanned with the ship’s optical system, “There are no inhabitants on the planet.”

  “But I see buildings and vehicles and everything that would indicate this planet is heavily populated.”

  “Perhaps, but nothing shows up on my scans.”

  “Send ten scouts down to the surface. Now!”

  The huge fleet of a hundred thousand brown ships waited in orbit as the ten scouts flew down and scanned the surface. “They report nothing, Director.”

  “Have them land and check the buildings.”

  The ten scouts landed and the fifty Keepers moved into the buildings. “Director, there is no one here. The buildings all have power and appear to have been occupied, but there is no one here now.”

  The Director was at a loss as to what was happening. Who would construct an entire planet with buildings, vehicles, and all the other elements of an advanced civilization just to deceive our scanners? That would also suggest that his fleet was expected.

  “Edison?”

  “Yes, Your Majesty?”

  “My Searchers have been looking closely at those ships as they moved in-system and report that their drives seem to have a different color on the edges than the hull.”

  “Show me what you’ve recorded, please.”

  Joseph Gardner pushed a button on his console and Edison saw the close up of the ships’ drives. “It is a different color, and now that they have stopped in orbit I can see that it appears that the inner wall of those drives is also a different color.” Edison thought a moment and said, “I know you are probably tempted to fire a penetrator up one of those drives to see if we could disable one of their ships, but if we do we will give away the fact that we can hide from them. We need to use this when we can do the most damage, and that would not be now.”

  Joe smiled, “I agree. We’ll plan how to use this, but for now let’s try to keep them jumping around. What do you think they’ll do next?”

  “Why, go to another planet and try again. Do we have Searchers at all of our planets?”

  “Yes, and they have optical scanners placed far enough in-system to see if any stars have their light disrupted. We may not see them initially, but we’re confident we will see them. The problem will be if they decide to go to a planet of another race. We only have the Spider planets covered now. There are not enough ships coated yet to use for all our members.”

  Edison continued to look at the picture of the brown ship’s drives, “I feel reasonably certain that their instructions are to eliminate us first. I will be surprised if they violate those.”

  “We have also placed some stealth probes to follow their jump tracks, so we should be able to know where they’re going. Between the probes and the Searchers we should be able to keep the populations of most planets safe for the moment.”

  “What about those planets that are not members?”

  Joe was silent for a long moment, “Then there will be a huge loss of life. Those populations will not be able to teleport away. Let us hope that doesn’t happen.”

  Edison looked at his screen again and agreed with Joe Gardner. “We can only hope.”

  The Directors of all the invading Keepers ships were connected telepathically and had a common intelligence. “How do we account for this event?” After a few minutes of reflection the consensus of all their opinions replied, “Either all of our sensors are defective, which is highly unlikely, or the beings in this universe have a way of deceiving our scans.”

  A secondary consensus commented, “Or the population evacuated as we approached the target planet.”

  The sum of the Director’s thoughts reflected on that thought. “That would indicate a level of technology that is so far ahead of us that they would not need to evacuate. It also begs the question of how a population could jump away inside the barrier to star travel. It must be a means of deceiving our scanners; notice that as we moved closer the true surface of the planet was revealed. The Sensor Operators consensus asked, “Then how do we find a planet with a real population? I cannot distinguish the difference.”

  The Lead Director ordered, “Pick another planet and we will go investigate.”

  “The selection is on your screen, Director.”

  “Edison?”

  “Yes, Einstein?”

  “What happens when their fleet moves out of the system and they don’t see any population on the planet? Won’t that give them a suspicion to believe the population was moved?”

  Edison jumped up from his board, “Contact the leader of Hallago and have him teleport the population back in at ten percent per hour.” Edison looked at his board receiving the feed from the Searchers in the Hallago system, “They just started moving away; we have fifty minutes to get ten percent back on the planet.”

  Einstein pushed his com.

  “Director, my scan shows the population rising on the planet as we move away.”

  “Then it must be caused by a technological device.”

  “Should we send a ship back to investigate?”

  The Director thought a moment, “No, we saw there was no one there. Keep me informed if the numbers increase as we move away. That will confirm a mechanism that deceives our scanners.”

  After five hours the Sensor Operator thought, “The population is now at the identical level when we were here on the way to the planet.”

  “We are going to have to find a way to defeat this technology. Perhaps it is only this planet that possesses it. How long before we jump to the next target?”

  “Five intervals to move outside the star drive
barrier, two more to organize for the jump. The next planet is fifteen intervals inside the barrier.”

  The Director leaned back on his four legs, “This has been a waste of time so far. Perhaps the next target will offer an opportunity to destroy the ancient enemy.”

  Jackson Grant was puzzled. The community had replaced all those taken with new births and now the population was fifty over the limit set by the Keepers. The population had never grown more than twenty over the limit without the Keepers coming to take the surplus. This was unheard of in the community’s history. How was this happening? He found his thoughts kept going to the Good Luck Man. There was just no way the two could be related, but nothing different had happened. He thought about it for an hour, then sent a messenger to bring Kathea. Kathea arrived and Jackson said, “Sit down, Kathea.”

  Kathea knew Jackson and highly respected him. All the Humans gave great respect to their chosen leader, and Jackson was one that everyone liked immensely. Kathea sat down on a rocker outside Jackson’s quarters and smiled, “Hello, Jackson. Why have you called me to come here?”

  Jackson looked at her and felt a love for one of his children. “Kathea, it is my understanding that you were the first to touch the Good Luck Man. Tell me about what happened.”

  Kathea thought a moment, “He dropped his shovel and I noticed that he touched me on my shoulder when I bent to pick it up.”

  “That’s not unusual, Kathea. Did he touch you inappropriately?”

  “No, he didn’t, but he is a very good looking man and I watched him in the fields as we worked. I noticed that he touched many other women during the day. He also volunteered for water detail and continued touching other women.” Jackson nodded and continued to stare at Kathea. “I approached him that evening when we were gathered to eat and asked him why he was touching so many of my sisters.”

  Jackson sat up straighter, “What was his response?”

  “He said that his father told him that he was a good luck baby, and that every woman he touched would have good luck. He also said that his father believed that if he could touch every woman in the community, that the entire community would have good luck.”

  “And you believed him?”

  “Not really, but something happened that made me wonder.” Jackson remained silent and waited. Kathea reached up to her neck and pulled a string out of her dress and showed Jackson the small metal ring. “This ring has been handed down in my family since we first landed on this planet. It was the wedding ring of my original ancestor.” Jackson looked at the ring and furrowed his brow.

  “The string broke one day several weeks before and I lost this ring in the fields. Within an hour of him touching me, I was pulling weeds from the crops and the ring came up with one of the weeds. What are the chances of that happening, Jackson? I also discovered that more than ten of my other sisters had found lost items and ten others received proposals from the ones they were hoping to marry. There was just too many coincidences, and I told others about what had happened. The rest you know about. It seems that everyone who touches him has something good happen. The community sees that we are over the limit on our numbers and the Keepers have not come to take us. There is a growing sense that all of our women want to touch him to see if what he says has any truth in it. What do you think about all this, Jackson?”

  Jackson rocked and slowly shook his head, “Quite frankly I find it difficult, if not impossible, to believe he is a Good Luck Man. I also don’t remember ever seeing him before he touched you.” Kathea furrowed her brow and tilted her head, “But that doesn’t mean anything, Kathea. I’m sure there are many that I don’t know.”

  “I’m not so sure about that, Jackson. Your memory is legendary.”

  “Perhaps.” They both continued to rock in silence then Jackson asked, “What do you think we should do, Kathea?”

  Kathea started nodding her head slowly, “I would have every female in the community touch him as quickly as possible. I’ve seen too many things happen that just can’t be explained and maybe, just maybe, there is good luck for us if we do.”

  Jackson nodded and said, “I think I need to speak with him before we set that up.”

  Kathea nodded, “You should. I think you’ll like him.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Cynthia, a ship is moving in from the jump limit.”

  “I’ve wondered why they haven’t taken any of the population. It is now higher than the established level by more than fifty.”

  “So you think they are coming to receive colonists?”

  “Don’t you?”

  “No, I don’t.”

  Cynthia was quiet for a few moments, “If they’re not coming here for that, what do you think they’re doing?”

  “I don’t know, but in every instance except provisioning for the invasion fleet, when the ships came to receive food the colonists were taken four days prior to the ships’ arrival. It must take some time to prepare them for shipment, and that time frame has remained constant in all of their arrivals. That ship will arrive in ten hours, and the Keepers have not taken any colonists since the invasion started.”

  Cynthia sat and thought about what Junior had said. If they weren’t coming for food, why were they coming? She had a moment of fear that they had been detected, but that fear vanished when she remembered the three ships that had come when the Searcher had been discovered. If they were not detected and they were not coming for food, then what were they doing here? Then she knew, “They’re coming to set a trap, aren’t they?”

  “That’s what I suspect. They must have seen races in their scan of the stars Realm that matched the races on this planet. I think they rightly suspect that if there are any other incursions into their domain that it will happen here.”

  “What are we going to do?”

  “Nothing but wait and see where they go. I suspect that we will have a neighbor on this moon shortly.”

  “This is not good, Junior!”

  “Tell me about it.”

  The brown ship moved in-system, and ten hours later arrived at the moon. It changed course and moved toward the moon’s surface, landing on top of a crater wall less than six hundred yards from the Realm’s ship. Cynthia saw the ship settle with the bow facing toward the planet. She saw the drives of the Keepers ship directly above her at the top of the crater. “Hey, Junior, those drives don’t look brown to me.”

  “I just noticed that myself. I wonder if they are surrounded by the brown material or something else.”

  “How can we find out?”

  Junior was silent for more than a minute, which Cynthia knew represented more than a year of thought by human standards, “I’m going to use a one-way teleport and send a microprobe inside one of them.”

  “Junior, we’re really close to these creatures. That probe will use energy to move around. Are you sure this is a risk worth taking?”

  “Well, if something was inside our ship’s drive tubes, would our scanners see it?”

  Cynthia thought about that question, “I don’t know.”

  “Where are our scanners set to scan?”

  “Everything around the ship.”

  “And they are located just under the hull of our ships looking out from that hull. If anything is behind the scanner, it won’t be seen.”

  “What about internal scanners?”

  “The will be in the walls of the ship looking inward. I don’t think you would have scanners looking in at the drives of a ship. We certainly don’t engineer our ships that way, and there are some constants in ship construction that transcend all ship builders. If the ship detects it then it would have to turn its bow toward us, and we could teleport away before that happened.”

  “Or they could call in other ships to hit us like the first Searcher.”

  “We still have the passive scanners on the other side of the moon to warn us. I think it’s worth the risk. This is information that could prove invaluable to the Realm.”

  “Is
there a possibility that they will detect the teleport screen?”

  “I’ll orient the screen away from them. There will be nothing to scan on their side of the screen.”

  Cynthia patted her feet on the floor, “How do I let you talk me into these things?”

  Junior laughed over the speaker, “Because in your heart you are a warrior and actually live for the fight.”

  “Just do it, Junior.”

  The micro probe appeared in the drive tube of the Keepers’ ship and recorded the surrounding surfaces. It moved from one end to the other, then found what it was programmed to find. The fuel lines feeding the drives came through the brown wall at the front end of the drives. It attached itself to the wall and waited for the signal.

  “Junior, how are we going to collect the probe’s information?”

  “I’m going to take a small risk.”

  “Uh oh.”

  “That ship is close to where the Searcher was killed. There is a passive probe across the crater from them, and I am going to have it reflect light at the rear of their ship. The light will enter the drives and the probe will see the flash send its information is less than one millionth of a second. The power it will use is less that a hundredth of the light being reflected. I don’t think they will be able to see both on their scanners. The passive sensor will then melt. If they investigate the source of the light they will see a melted scanner. I hope they attribute it to the Searcher they killed.”

  “Let’s get this over with.”

  The passive probe oriented itself to the sunlight hitting the moon’s surface and flashed a brief light at the Keepers’ ship. The probe detected the light entering the drive tube and sent its information.

  “Director, something has just hit our hull with reflected light.”

  “Did you determine the source?”

  “Yes, I’m zooming in on it now with our optical sensor.”

  The Director looked at his display, saw the melted scanner, and asked, “How did that get here?”

  “The ship we destroyed created this crater we’re on. I suspect it was blown out when it blew up.”

  “Does it look worth retrieving?”

  The Sensor Operator examined it, “No, it’s burned badly. The sun probably hit it at just the right angle to cause that reflection.’