Post by Avatar on Sept 1, 2019 6:07:59 GMT
Shatter the Dream
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Chapter 1
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Chase
The HYPERION was in the sixth hour of a dead man race. Janet Heller lay stretched out in her chair. Four times the normal force exerted by earth's gravity tended to rip bodies apart if you failed to account for it. The C&C Teledyne showed the Centauri VORCHAN as a blob on the plot repeater telltale.
'That Centauri captain is a fool!' she decided. He kept skimming the edge of the hyperspace gravity gradient, trying to pull ahead of her ship. The gravity sheer put out by the nearby mass was enormous. Hyper-space magnified it. If the old HYPERION had kept her old particle thrust engines, the VORCHAN would easily have out-run her, here.
This HYPERION was a MIDWINTER III(HYACH) upgrade. Part of the re-build was the MORTON THIOKOL C-IV reactionless thrusterpack. Combine that with her quantum hyper-mass power-plant, and the Human-copied knock-off Hyach particle beam "lasers" she, the EUREKA, carried, and that VORCHAN was in trouble. Captain Heller was determined to ensure that the VORCHAN's troubles kept mountinG...
"Mr Kelly, how stand we against him?" she asked.
The navigator, Joshua Kelly, looked askance at his own plot repeater, and then at his own mass detector indicator, The VORCHAN lost ground steadily. "Another hour of this and he'll burn his engines out. We still block his exit vector; and we have enough fuel to keep this up for another..." He looked over to Singh Khan at the C&C Helm Station, Singh held up four fingers, "Four hours." He looked quickly at the plot repeater, again, "That Centauri has to open a jump-point on this ballistic soon, or he'll slide down the hill."
Heller nodded. 'That VORCHAN should have fought them in Real-space', she thought. The Centauri had the edge in speed and its ion bolters could severely maul her ship in a knife fight. If she could have launched her Furies during the Centauri's ambush, the fight would have been equal; even in Real-space. Six Furies could scrap that piece of Centauri junk; but the VORCHAN in-jumped the EUREKA too close to permit a fighter launch. The Centauri could have run in immediately and ripped her old HYPERION apart in a strafing run, but the fanhead Captain tried for an engine kill to gain the glory of a "capture". He set a leisurely pursuit. So; Janet dove her cruiser down the nearest mass-node into Hyperspace. Here in Hyperspace the advantages were hers. She could maintain steady vectored thrust, while the Centauri's gravidic engines were vulnerable to H-space shifting tidal currents and the magnified gravity sheer.
Businesslike, the HYPERION crew went about their allotted tasks. The EUREKA's crew was used to this situation; being out-gunned and winning. Heller felt the EUREKA groan, as Singh corrected for drift. By now, the EUREKA was pointed almost sixty degrees pitched to the vertical axis of her travel cone. Janet looked to the Ship Tactician, Athena Proxmire...
"Any minute, Captain." Athena said...
"And we can run him down?" Janet asked, looking for reassurance. It was her impromptu crazy-on-the-spot-response-to-the-ambush-plan, after all..
"I'd like to launch Furies; but we can follow him through his own jump-point without them out. Give or take a few thousand kilometers on our pop-out, we'll be on him before he can even figure out where he is..." Athena said.
Janet said, "I'm not worried about that part. How long will we have to take the twelve G's acceleration stress the doctor limited us to set before we overhaul him? How long to close him?"
Athena shrugged, "We haven't exactly gamed this, Madam; for obvious reasons. So we have no good answer. Anything over twelve minutes and we have problems. The doctor told me, crush injuries and cardiovascular collapse start to set in for the crew. I'd like to be close enough to him at pop-out to flash him with a NIXON and burn out his electro-magnetics, before he gets organized tro meet us. At least that is what I assume was planned; but the chase could be anywhere from seconds to a half hour. Our mutual exit vectors' divergence through that jump-point just depends on how close he flares past us when he overloads his engines to escape.
The Centauri picked that moment to claw his way out of Hyperspace. The VORCHAN passed by danger close to the EUREKA, no more than ten ship lengths away at nearest approach. 'Bungled ramming?' thought Heller; as video pickup showed it to her in ship Real-time delay. The VORCHAN's fins glowed ebony with blackbody radiation.. The VORCHAN's jump-point opened and the EUREKA's crew suddenly increased its 'apparent weight" by a factor of three. Instead of four times the ten meters per second per second accepted by the old Earth-force as a definition of "one gravity" of acceleration, it became twelve.
Everything seemed to crawl, now, in slow-time, on its snake-belly forward. The HYPERION sidled its way through the event horizon of the VORCHAN's jump-point, mere seconds after the Centauri ship slippered through. The wormhole closed and the HYPERION jerked free of the heavy molasses' pull of H- space gravity. Momentum that the HYPERION accrued slowly now seemed to pile up quickly.
"Don't overshoot!" shouted Captain Heller.
The thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump of launched Furies overshadowed the other urgent actions, the EUREKA crew took, as they flipped the HYPERION end-for-end into a braking maneuver. Athena Proxmire shouted into her audio pickups shrill instructions to the weapon crews, while Janet Heller handled the EUREKA's battle maneuvers. Both of them were eyeglued on the plot repeater as each mentally computed her own improvised ordered actions for the ship, in the areas of responsibilities each had decided with the other to split in this battle.
A single missile left its launch tube from the EUREKA. It streaked away from the onrushing HYPERION, toward the VORCHAN as the EUREKA scurried past the predicted intercept pursuit point to the VORCHAN. The missile exploded short as the VORCHAN contemptuously splashed it with an ion torpedo.
"Web now!" came the order from Athena and Janet, together.
The shower of particles from the NIXON, splashed harmlessly across the EUREKA. The energy web, protecting the HYPERION, was Faradaying or absorbing particle charges and shunting the energy into the EUREKA's accummalators. The VORCHAN, not so prepared to defend herself against it, took the NIXON pulses' full effect.
"Turn us bow-on, minimum aspect, toward him and maintain as we go past." Janet's style of battle was Minbari-inspired. She, also, tended to become a bit excited in battle with a loudness to her orders that betrayed something inside her. Imminent death did that for her.
The EUREKA pivoted very quickly for a ship of some eight and a half million tons mass. Her two spinal "battle-lasers" aligned on the VORCHAN and the firing cycle began as accumalators prepared to discharge recent absorbed NIXON pulse energy and other energy derived from the ship's power-plant into the beam emitters.
"Recommend hold fire, Madame!" urged Raymond Sealy, the EUREKA's signals officer. He cupped his ear to shield his earpiece to cut out the noise of the EUREKA's raucous C&C crew babble. "Interlingua distress call? He's deaf and blind. I think he's unaware of the NIXON, ... reporting his ship as having damage from a power-plant overload."
Athena commented, "Well, if you were an idiot Centauri captain that just lost his ship, that would be the career-saving story I'd broadcast when I requested rescue. Blame your engineering division."
Janet, uninterested in such jokes in mid-battle, hushed her Tactician. "Go on, Mister Sealy."
Sealy concentrated on his listening, "The guy's putting out local stuff; slower-than-light. Nothing FTL, nothing broadband gravidic, or powered long-ranged. I think he's going to abandon."
Janet digested it, and decided. "Belay the last order. Put us on a opening vector to him. Move us away. If he scuttles, I don't want to eat his radiation when he blows his powerplant."
What followed in the next few minutes as the HYPERION opened the range, was as ponderous as the preceding minutes had been frenetic. The VORCHAN blossomed survival pods and small craft. The Centauri were cheapskates when it came to mere crew. The pods were simple ballistic blowout types with no maneuver drives on them at all. Of course the aristocrat command group could zip away on powered pods, as the average crewman could drift in his future coffin...
Janet asked, "how long before the impetus carries their pods clear?'
"Clear of what?" asked Athena.
"The VORCHAN's power reactor blast radius?" suggested Kelly, as he lounged at his Navigation Station. "It should take about twenty minutes... oops, energy spike! Captain?"
"Web now." ordered Janet quietly again. The C&C, crew anticipating the order, had already executed it before she finished speaking.
"Engineer's revenge." said Athena.
Janet, surprised, asked; "Do you really think?"
Athena explained, as on two second delay, the EUREKA's cameras showed the VORCHAN's fire-blossom burst overtake transports and survival pods. Some of the transports and pods exploded as well in secondary bursts. "If you were the Centauri engineer, told by your Captain, that you were the one who would be responsible for losing his ship; and he ordered you to suicide with the ship by manually detonating the power-plant?"
"Idiots!" said Kelly.
"These are the same bright boys who tried to kill us with a fake distress call and a pop-out-from-behind-the-planet ambush. It is a fitting end for such a sad collection of clowns." said Athena.
"Don't blame that Centauri crew for their leadership." rebuked Captain Heller. "The Centauri as a species are most capable." she added as she adjusted herself in her chair. "Bring us about and come rest relative to the debris field. Let's go play Humanitarian and rescue some prisoners; er survivors."
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Rescue
Harvesting the dead and injured after a space battle was always a statistics game. With only two landers to fish through a largish sphere of space, now about a light minute in diameter and growing, there was no way to save everybody; or even most of them, but one had to do the right thing, even if the ones you rescued had recently tried to kill you.
For Doctor Caleb Depalma, it was a bitter harvest. Virtually, every Centauri was electro-shocked, flash-burned, or irradiated; if not outright dead. Most of them brought in were too badly injured and racked with pain to be coherent.
This didn't stop Lieutenant Kilmer from the EUREKA's Marine platoon. from barging into sickbay to "interrogate prisoners". He got in Depalma's way. Depalma threw Kilmer out of sickbay bodily. Doing that in micro-gravity, against a trained micro-gravity close-combat specialist was silly; especially when Kilmer out-massed the doctor by fifty kilograms.
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Lost
"He sure picked the middle of nowhere to commit suicide!" Kelly grumped.
Many of the EUREKA's officers were in Stellar Cartography. They were trying to find out where in the galaxy they were. The EUREKA was supposed to be near Praxal, but the chase of the VORCHAN first into H-space near that hypermass node had screwed up the ballistic plot when they dived down that node's gradient. Chasing the VORCHAN, following its panicky outbound escape parabola as it slungshot (Accidentally; apparently, since only Humans, now, since the Minbari War "victory"; deliberately used this dangerous method to transit through Hyperspace.), past the node and into and through the VORCHAN's blind-plotted jump-point, was a maneuver that could dump them, anywhere. Everything depended on the exit angle from the hyper-mass' gravity sheer slope. Most exit trajectories were plotted parallel to the gravity gradient, when you reached "flatness" in Hyperspace, by most every sane sapient being who traveled through H-space for exactly that risk. The VORCHAN had used its Quantium 40 jump-point vortex initiator to open the jump-point. That stupid VORCHAN crew opened the jump-point at almost ninety degrees to the plane of the gradient. The Hyper-mass' gravitational concentration was focused through that VORCHAN's overloaded gravidic engines and pumped through its Q-40 vortex initiator. Centauri grunts, among the fanheadf crew, might not know the consequences of that insanity (And those fanheads, among the Centauri rescuees that the EUREKA held, would never be allowed to tell what they learned from their experience.), but trained Human gravigators, such as Joshua Kelly, knew what such a lensing effect would do. The actual pop-out could be hundreds of light years anywhere along the potential exit light cone.
Heller flipping through telescopic star-field images on the viewer said, "I recognize nothing."
Joshua Kelly, almost certain, but still hesitant, said; "Madame, we're probably deep in Centauri space. I think we have some of their old maps, but for us, outside of the Tigris Circuit Jump-gates." he shrugged. "For us this is uncharted space."
"Wonderful. Did we get a report out?" asked Athena sarcastically.
Sealy mumbled, "Yes, we sent one by Ansible. We have a reply from the NATHAN HALE, Very weak, the signal was. But that means nothing to us. Our power-plant and thrusterpack were very strained during the pursuit. I hope Tracciani gets them back online soon, before some local fool finds us."
The others looked at Sealy, quizzically.
Athena apologized to Sealy, "You are a newbie to your first posting. Fresh out of Officers' Cadet School, so you might not understand this situation exactly. We are a small speck in the middle of nowhere. Nobody is going to find us out here in the middle of nothing, in-between so far from any star system or planetary bodies. No traffic. Only if we open a jump-point, will we be noticed. And if anybody possesses that ability to detect us this far out from anywhere while we are quiet; WE DON'T WANT TO MEET THEM!"
Sealy digested that information while the navigator, the helmsman, the Captain, and Ship's Tactician, all peered into the Teledyne's darkness trying to find familiar Friendly Space...
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Wrench and Hammer
Luciano Tracciani fussed over the field coils of his babies. The EUREKA's engines were his abused children. Nobody, with half-a-care, would put gear this experimental to such hard use. Obviously, Captain Heller, was an officer from the mundane OPERATIONS career track. An engineer wouldn't be so crazy! (Tracciani did not know Janet Heller that well, he being new-assigned during the installation of the thrusterpack, on which he was fresh-trained, to the EUREKA. So he didn't know that Heller started her SPACER work on particle thrust engines when she was still a tomboy of a girl.).
L.T., as he preferred his people to call him, liked to get his hands dirty working on the equipment. It had advantages. Leadership, by example, kept him personally familiar and current on the ship's engineering status. It, also, kept him from getting rusty on procedures; and it kept him in close proximity to his people; so he could gauge their work properly. His technicians were good, but they were KARMATECH particle thrust engine good. As far as Luciano knew, very few people had any competence with MORTON THIOKOL C-IV reactionless thrusters . He hoped he was one of them. He still didn't understand, why the exponentially increasing mass potential waterfall effect, the field coils generated, didn't collapse the EUREKA into a Hawking micro-radius hyper-mass, and evaporate them all to glory. Someday he'd hunt down the inventor of the reactionless thruster and get an explanation from the woman.
For now; all he could do, was supervise patchwork repairs and hope the EUREKA reached a dockyard soon. His HYPERION required an overhaul. She was not even fresh aged six months since her MIDWINTER III(H) refit!
Tracciani kept meticulous engineering logs. He wasn't looking forward to this black mark on his military record. 'Did he have a reckless Captain?', he wondered.
'Maybe our Captain is blind to what the actual parameters the new technology fitted to her ship during the MIDWINTER work limited her?' was his follow-up thought.
'If that is the case,' Luciano berated himself, 'then I have a personal blind spot!' He knew that he was almost as new to the ship, as Raymond Sealy. He didn't quite comfortably fit in among the coterie of officers that closed ranks around Janet Heller to the point; where he suddenly realized, they, as a group, would risk the ship in any such future insane action she ordered. Doing your duty, following your orders, to the point of reckless abandon wasn't where L. T. was comfortable. That was the kind of loyalty for which he wasn't trained!
Luciano Tracciani, the outsider, decided he had to change that status to move inside and quickly. If Janet Heller risked the EUREKA; then it was his DUTY to tell her how far,.mechanically, she could risk it. He looked upon this discovery, of an area in which he could improve himself, as an opportunity.
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Shatter the Dream: End of Chapter 1; Part 1
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Chapter 1: Part 2
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Crazy Orders
Aboard the EUREKA C&C;
The EUREKA rescued herself. Once Kelly prepared the right maps, and the right Centauri talked (The enemy Navigator was persuaded in this case; Janet Heller's luck was incredible!), it was two difficult jumps to Praxal. The missed rendezvous with the NATHAN HALE was something Janet Heller regretted. She wanted some other Alliance captain, senior to her, to explain the current NGS nonsense she held in her hands to her. The puzzling orders transmitted by radio from the Kathra Abbai Fuel Depot made no sense. Yet the orders transcripts, as decrypted, contained the correct authenticator codes...
Janet Heller flipped through the third-hand orders. She wasn't used to this new Alliance command structure. She motioned Raymond Sealy, over, and handed him what the computer had just decrypted.
He looked at it with puzzlement."Argh, it is a rather confusing mess." Sealy read through it, himself. "NGS is crazy! HYACH NYM is hostile space, quarantined by both LONAW and Alliance Edicts!"
"Yet, here it says " he read aloud, "You are instructed to proceed at best route and minimum ship time to HYACH NYM." He handed the orders back to Captain Heller. Sealy asked her, "These orders were routed through the NARN Command Hierarchy, yet it carries a Human Military Imprimatur. What gives?"
Athena Proxmire floated over and scanned the order herself. As Tactician, the orders concerned her. "Humpf." she said irritated. "Going in against the Hyach? Earth must have gone Fanhead-crazy! Only idiots fight a five-front war. Even, if the Hyach are a dying race, why the sudden impatience to help them along?"
"Maybe it isn't as it appears." shrugged Janet Heller. "We go. We see. If we're headed in to fight, we'll need to load up on missiles and captor mines. The Hyach are as weak as we are when it comes to countermeasures. If we go into combat, then we can..."
"... get killed by their lasers." concluded Athena. "I'm glad you know the Hyachs' limitations, Madam," she said in comic exasperation to her Captain. She glowered, "This just might this be that kamikaze run you and I keep nightmaring about."
"Work up a brief for me about the Hyach, then. Include the latest intel we have on them, Athena." ordered Janet.
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Welcome Wagon
In the Officer's Wardroom
Janet Heller sat at the mess table studying Athena's workup on the Hyach.
"HYACH NYM is an orange dwarf star orbited by the usual distribution of assorted terrestrial and gas giant worlds, the inner four ranging in size from Mercury to just slightly smaller than Earth. The Hyach, themselves, reside on the fourth planet, called by us, ENOCH. It has no moon, bringing up for our scientists, the question whether the planet was Terra-formed, seeded, and colonized. The Hyach insist that they evolved there, but won't allow alien archaeologists or geologists to work the surface of ENOCH to confirm this assertion.' Janet read.
Heller threw the clipboard away in disgust. As the EUREKA was under acceleration it fell to the deck. Athena walked over, bent down and picked the splashed pile of papers up from the deck, smoothed them on the clipboard and handed it back to the Captain. "Madame? If we shoot at them, it might be courteous of us to know at whom we are shooting." said Athena, mildly.
Janet glared at her. "If I wanted to study Hyachs, to understand them, I would be a theologian."
Athena shrugged. "Its more likely you would become a religious psychotic if you chose such a subject."
Janet glared at her Tactician. Athena's sense of humor wasn't that great, and this latest joke proved it.
A warning alarm indicated EUREKA's jump-point egress. It was followed by the Talk Within Ship (TWS) loudspeakers blaring an announcement, "Captain to Command!" Sealy spoke flatly, ship-wide, as if popping out nadir into hostile space and calling the Captain to battle, just before the final jump into HYACH NYM, itself, was another boring ship's routine evolution.
Janet stuck the clipboard under her arm and grandiloquently waved to Athena. "Madame Ship's Tactician? Shall we go and meet the Indians?"
Athena, picking up on her Captain's changed mood, returned the courtesy as she pointed to the hatchway, "After you, Captain Custer!"
Both proceeded to C&C.
The next jump, the EUREKA made was a pop-out near ENOCH's orbit-spinward of the planet, below the system ecliptic, galactic south headed galactic north about nine light minutes from the star NYM as measured by the radian.
It was Kelly's plotted evasive entry vector. Most defenders lacked imagination. They tended to sow drift mines in the orbital ecliptic of a system near the anti-spinward Lagrange points of orbiting bodies. That was where almost every attacker placed their pop-out jump-points to hit the system targets a raider fleet pre-plotted as exists. This was done, because it was the only safe way known to jump blind gravigationally into a system with a beacon that was deliberately masked by an artificial gravity wave distorter. Humans might not have the ability to throw off a Jump-Gate's gravitational wave pulse clock through such means, but they understood the defensive tactic, and exploited it when they attacked. The NAVSTAR beacon, EUREKA routinely deployed in her last short-jump would have replaced the Hyach Jump-gate beacon as an H-space navigation transponder for their own entry; if the Hyach interrupted theirs. Surprisingly the Hyach hadn't.
Athena said, "Spinal weapons charged. Interceptors and web are active. Accumulators ready. Missiles hot and seekers working. No targets showing within range. Strange. Where are they? No scouts? No fighters? Not even a garbage barge to come out and sniff at us?"
Sealy spoke, "I'm getting a radio message. Narrow beamed and aimed at us, from one of their stations around ENOCH. It is in coded text." he said. "Decrypting." Sealy started reading aloud as the computer printed the decrypted message, "Greetings Alliance vessel? We of the (unintelligible) Gerontocracy greet you!" Sealy started laughing.
Captain Heller asked deadpan, much as a straightwoman in a one woman standup comedy act would; "What?"
Sealy held up his hands, as if he was afraid Janet would charge across the C&C and clobber him; "Madam, the message is an Alliance broadcast and it is in Vregan." He read aloud further paraphrasing the text; "It says we are to head for the ENOCH L-7 point and come to rest relative to the Hyach facility, there. Supposedly, we are to pick up further orders when we arrive." He added, "It is an NGS Fragment Order in Alliance Format, Captain. It also contains the proper authenticators!" Sealey stated that last comment with considerable surprise.
Heller raised her eyebrows over that one, "Encoded Naval General Staff orders through a Hyach communications network, no less!"
Athena was at a loss, "A lot of the Alliance's work, these days, is done through the League, Captain. The Hyach may be under Interdict, but they are still League of Non-aligned Worlds members. Maybe we are in a non-hostile situation here?"
Singh put in his silver half-dollar, "Not bloody likely, Madam. the Hyach shared their medical database on us with the Drakh; if you please!"
"Well; we have orders and we'll see what we'll see when we show up where we are told to arrive as tourists." concluded Captain Heller. "Just the same Mister Khan, when Mister Kelly gives you our approach vector; I want to come to a halt bows-on to that Hyach station. Understand?"
"Main weapons bearing, minimum target aspect profile" said Singh Khan comprehending his captain perfectly.
And so the EUREKA came to a halt several hours later. The HYPERION bore-sighted her particle beam "lasers" upon the yellow, green, red, and orange Hyach box and girder micro-gravity space assembly facility. It was a dockyard. That wasn't the surprise for the EUREKA crew, though. The surprise was the obsidian, oily-shimmering-skinned blocky-faceted, vaguely insectile ship parked on the other side of the 'facility". Curiously the EUREKA crew took their turns at the HYPERION's telescopes and the targetting optics to gawk at the black ship. They paid special attention to the black ship's heraldry, the symbols that its builders put upon its hull, what gives a ship it's name. Orders came by radio again. Quickly.
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Going to Gehenna
Janet Heller and staff swam down brightly lit and cheerfully pastel-colored corridors. 'You couldn't call something that looked like a cross between a monastery and a hotel, and a carnival exactly a naval facility', she thought. Hyach scuttled along the walls and ceilings, leaving the floor (You could hardly call a thick plush-carpeted thing you walked on, a deck, could you?), and the center of the hallways for the free-swimming Humans, Vree and the shuffling Narns. It took Janet thirty seconds after she boarded for her to realize that this was a fallen facility. It had that taken-over feeling. Every Hyach, Captain Heller met, had that downtrodden, beaten look. It was the same look Humans had worn on their faces and in their body language during the Minbari War. Heller, herself, remembered seeing herself with that beaten-down defeated look when she was an ensign in that War...
The EUREKA party swam across a huge spiderweb-latticed atrium that formed the interior core of the dockyard structure. It was a hexagonal-sided chamber about three hundred meters across and it contained a fair representation of a Hyach village on the chamber's "walls", Day / night shades allowed the light of NYM to illuminate the chamber from the "floor" and "ceiling". On the other side of the Atrium was the party of Alliance personnel, who were gathered to meet them. These were Narns, Vree, and one Hyach Gerontarch.
The EUREKA party braked into a synchronized somersault and landed almost as one being, in a small courtyard garden at what must have been the Hyach station commander's residence at one time. Narns lined up clumsily in ranks to greet them, stiffly, on one side of the little garden, as the Humans landed, while the Vree formed their own straggly loose line in imitation of the Narns. The Vree for all their sloppiness, Heller noted, assembled in the micro-gravity with quiet ease and nonchalance. 'The Vree are Veteran Spacers.' she thought.
A Vree named himself, as Raskallon, in Amsil: the finger / hand-sign language that the deaf / mute among Humans learned to use. 'That makes things simpler,' thought Janet, as she put away her pack of Vregan pictoglyph cards. She would have to do most of her talking through Raymond Sealy anyway, she decided. Her Vregan was rusty and as far as Amsil was concerned; well she might be able to ask for soup in a Vregan restaurant.
"Welcome to ENOCH Alliance Station Two," Raskallon signed. He went silently through a quick list of Narn and Vree names. Captain Heller nodded to each of the non-descript individuals, as each presented him or herself in either a Narn or Vree bow. Sealy, at Janet's side, kept up a running commentary and translation. After the introductions, Raskallon signed to a doorway leading out of the garden into the small villa-like residence and indicated in Vregan, "Follow me."
The EUREKA party followed Raskallon through the doorway, dodging the clumsy Narns who somehow got in the way, down a short "hall"; until they entered a "receiving" room or "audience chamber" inside the "villa". Here, there was artificial gravity. The only piece of furniture was a Human-issue conference table made of the same false woodgrain plastic that old Earth Force navy personnel referred to as "fake-oak". The table's legs had been sawed off, so that it conformed more to "Japanese" custom. Kneeling cushions were where chairs should have been. Raskallon, in an aside to Sealy, signed, "When the Hyach surrendered this place, they took all the movable furnishings. We have been too busy with other things to bring in the proper furnishings."
Using Sealy as her intermediary, Captain Heller asked Raskallon, "How did you come to take this place and why are we here?"
Raskallon answered her question by activating a Vree holo-projector. An image of the obsidian insectile-like shp ('It Looks like a miss-shapen bumble-bee made out of building blocks.' thought Janet, as she saw it imaged as unencumbered of the dockyard and free-floating in space.), instantly appeared.
"That is why you are here." signed the Vree ."We need a crew for that ship. Contractors brought her from Sol for final outfitting here. It is part of the Alliance agreement with the Hyach."
Athena had refused to kneel on anything for anybody, so she stood at the end of the table and pointed at the black-hulled horror and said, "So that is a Human ship?"
"Yes." hand signed Raskallon. "It is new construction. I believe you Humans name it, the HERO class. This one is named after some obscure human military leader, a Raymond Ames Spruance?"
The Vree looked at Sealy as if to ask, "Who?"
Captain Heller sagged on her knees as she sighed down into herself. "A very great Human hero indeed." she said as Sealy rapidly translated. "Few of my own kind honor his memory as we should. Horatio Nelson, John Paul Jones, Don Juan of Austria, Themistocles, all of them we remember... "
Luciano Tracciani, the EUREKA engineer, saw an opportunity to speak as one of the coterie of her officers. He was something of a Human naval history nut. From his side of the table he spoke up and interrupted. He added, thus uninvited, to Captain Heller's words, 'Of his generation in the Second Age, when Humanity, as a species, was choosing between Darkness and Light, he fought for the Light. He was the best Human admiral of that age."
Captain Heller, mildly annoyed at L.T.'s interruption, finished the commentary, "If we had more like him, now, Earth wouldn't be in its current predicament."
The little Vree nodded and said, "Then you understand what the name means?"
Janet wondered if the Vree could read Human body language and if he practiced sarcasm or played a joke on her.
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After three hours, Janet felt like she was in a steel barrel, she shared with a squad of monkeys, aforesaid barrel being banged on with hammers wielded by a platoon of Narns. She wearily said to Raskallon, "Okay, that ship needs a crew. I understand that. So bring them in. You still haven't told me what we are supposed to do? Train them up? Act as the opposition force in a wargame? You've just spent three hours telling me about your troubles with fitting it out, and getting the Hyach to co-operate in your efforts to do so. I DON'T care about that. Get to the point. Why are we here?!?!"
The Vree stopped for a moment, then signed some more. Sealy, blank faced in astonishment, translated only after the Vree repeated himself. "You are the crew. You will leave the HYPERION here for repairs. The new crew we bring in, is for her. You transfer to the HERO and work her up for active service."
"That's crazy!" said Janet. "The EUREKA is operational."
As the Vree waited for translation, Sealy diplomatically stopped translating and signing. Instead he said, "Captain, the EUREKA is old , under-gunned, under-powered, and despite her MIDWINTER III(H) upgrade, simply incapable of holding its own against a first-class opponent."
"We sure put a hurt on that VORCHAN." said Singh Khan.
The Vree, Raskallon, finally proved that he understood English. He signed repeatedly, until Sealy translated "You killed a VORCHAN with a HYPERION? That proves you are the crew we need and want. So the Alliance NGS was right to send you here."
"What happens to the EUREKA?" interrupted Athena.
More cross-translation wore Sealy's hands out.
"It will be stationed, here, at HYACH NYM, as the beginning of an Alliance defense fleet for the Hyach. We will have an ORESTES, maybe an OLYMPUS or two, and whatever NOVAs and TETHYs that we can beg from the obsolescent parts of the Human fleet scheduled to this specific tasking."
"Her." said Captain Heller, between clenched teeth, as Sealy translated. "A Human ship is a SHE, not an it."
"My apologies." signed Raskallon as the translating caught up. "Shall we discuss the details of the transfer?"
'Great!' thought Janet, "Another three hours of Vree bureaucratic circle-jerking. Where is my aspirin bottle?'
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End of Chapter 1; Part 2
A little CHAOS is a GOOD thing.
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Chapter 1
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Chase
The HYPERION was in the sixth hour of a dead man race. Janet Heller lay stretched out in her chair. Four times the normal force exerted by earth's gravity tended to rip bodies apart if you failed to account for it. The C&C Teledyne showed the Centauri VORCHAN as a blob on the plot repeater telltale.
'That Centauri captain is a fool!' she decided. He kept skimming the edge of the hyperspace gravity gradient, trying to pull ahead of her ship. The gravity sheer put out by the nearby mass was enormous. Hyper-space magnified it. If the old HYPERION had kept her old particle thrust engines, the VORCHAN would easily have out-run her, here.
This HYPERION was a MIDWINTER III(HYACH) upgrade. Part of the re-build was the MORTON THIOKOL C-IV reactionless thrusterpack. Combine that with her quantum hyper-mass power-plant, and the Human-copied knock-off Hyach particle beam "lasers" she, the EUREKA, carried, and that VORCHAN was in trouble. Captain Heller was determined to ensure that the VORCHAN's troubles kept mountinG...
"Mr Kelly, how stand we against him?" she asked.
The navigator, Joshua Kelly, looked askance at his own plot repeater, and then at his own mass detector indicator, The VORCHAN lost ground steadily. "Another hour of this and he'll burn his engines out. We still block his exit vector; and we have enough fuel to keep this up for another..." He looked over to Singh Khan at the C&C Helm Station, Singh held up four fingers, "Four hours." He looked quickly at the plot repeater, again, "That Centauri has to open a jump-point on this ballistic soon, or he'll slide down the hill."
Heller nodded. 'That VORCHAN should have fought them in Real-space', she thought. The Centauri had the edge in speed and its ion bolters could severely maul her ship in a knife fight. If she could have launched her Furies during the Centauri's ambush, the fight would have been equal; even in Real-space. Six Furies could scrap that piece of Centauri junk; but the VORCHAN in-jumped the EUREKA too close to permit a fighter launch. The Centauri could have run in immediately and ripped her old HYPERION apart in a strafing run, but the fanhead Captain tried for an engine kill to gain the glory of a "capture". He set a leisurely pursuit. So; Janet dove her cruiser down the nearest mass-node into Hyperspace. Here in Hyperspace the advantages were hers. She could maintain steady vectored thrust, while the Centauri's gravidic engines were vulnerable to H-space shifting tidal currents and the magnified gravity sheer.
Businesslike, the HYPERION crew went about their allotted tasks. The EUREKA's crew was used to this situation; being out-gunned and winning. Heller felt the EUREKA groan, as Singh corrected for drift. By now, the EUREKA was pointed almost sixty degrees pitched to the vertical axis of her travel cone. Janet looked to the Ship Tactician, Athena Proxmire...
"Any minute, Captain." Athena said...
"And we can run him down?" Janet asked, looking for reassurance. It was her impromptu crazy-on-the-spot-response-to-the-ambush-plan, after all..
"I'd like to launch Furies; but we can follow him through his own jump-point without them out. Give or take a few thousand kilometers on our pop-out, we'll be on him before he can even figure out where he is..." Athena said.
Janet said, "I'm not worried about that part. How long will we have to take the twelve G's acceleration stress the doctor limited us to set before we overhaul him? How long to close him?"
Athena shrugged, "We haven't exactly gamed this, Madam; for obvious reasons. So we have no good answer. Anything over twelve minutes and we have problems. The doctor told me, crush injuries and cardiovascular collapse start to set in for the crew. I'd like to be close enough to him at pop-out to flash him with a NIXON and burn out his electro-magnetics, before he gets organized tro meet us. At least that is what I assume was planned; but the chase could be anywhere from seconds to a half hour. Our mutual exit vectors' divergence through that jump-point just depends on how close he flares past us when he overloads his engines to escape.
The Centauri picked that moment to claw his way out of Hyperspace. The VORCHAN passed by danger close to the EUREKA, no more than ten ship lengths away at nearest approach. 'Bungled ramming?' thought Heller; as video pickup showed it to her in ship Real-time delay. The VORCHAN's fins glowed ebony with blackbody radiation.. The VORCHAN's jump-point opened and the EUREKA's crew suddenly increased its 'apparent weight" by a factor of three. Instead of four times the ten meters per second per second accepted by the old Earth-force as a definition of "one gravity" of acceleration, it became twelve.
Everything seemed to crawl, now, in slow-time, on its snake-belly forward. The HYPERION sidled its way through the event horizon of the VORCHAN's jump-point, mere seconds after the Centauri ship slippered through. The wormhole closed and the HYPERION jerked free of the heavy molasses' pull of H- space gravity. Momentum that the HYPERION accrued slowly now seemed to pile up quickly.
"Don't overshoot!" shouted Captain Heller.
The thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump of launched Furies overshadowed the other urgent actions, the EUREKA crew took, as they flipped the HYPERION end-for-end into a braking maneuver. Athena Proxmire shouted into her audio pickups shrill instructions to the weapon crews, while Janet Heller handled the EUREKA's battle maneuvers. Both of them were eyeglued on the plot repeater as each mentally computed her own improvised ordered actions for the ship, in the areas of responsibilities each had decided with the other to split in this battle.
A single missile left its launch tube from the EUREKA. It streaked away from the onrushing HYPERION, toward the VORCHAN as the EUREKA scurried past the predicted intercept pursuit point to the VORCHAN. The missile exploded short as the VORCHAN contemptuously splashed it with an ion torpedo.
"Web now!" came the order from Athena and Janet, together.
The shower of particles from the NIXON, splashed harmlessly across the EUREKA. The energy web, protecting the HYPERION, was Faradaying or absorbing particle charges and shunting the energy into the EUREKA's accummalators. The VORCHAN, not so prepared to defend herself against it, took the NIXON pulses' full effect.
"Turn us bow-on, minimum aspect, toward him and maintain as we go past." Janet's style of battle was Minbari-inspired. She, also, tended to become a bit excited in battle with a loudness to her orders that betrayed something inside her. Imminent death did that for her.
The EUREKA pivoted very quickly for a ship of some eight and a half million tons mass. Her two spinal "battle-lasers" aligned on the VORCHAN and the firing cycle began as accumalators prepared to discharge recent absorbed NIXON pulse energy and other energy derived from the ship's power-plant into the beam emitters.
"Recommend hold fire, Madame!" urged Raymond Sealy, the EUREKA's signals officer. He cupped his ear to shield his earpiece to cut out the noise of the EUREKA's raucous C&C crew babble. "Interlingua distress call? He's deaf and blind. I think he's unaware of the NIXON, ... reporting his ship as having damage from a power-plant overload."
Athena commented, "Well, if you were an idiot Centauri captain that just lost his ship, that would be the career-saving story I'd broadcast when I requested rescue. Blame your engineering division."
Janet, uninterested in such jokes in mid-battle, hushed her Tactician. "Go on, Mister Sealy."
Sealy concentrated on his listening, "The guy's putting out local stuff; slower-than-light. Nothing FTL, nothing broadband gravidic, or powered long-ranged. I think he's going to abandon."
Janet digested it, and decided. "Belay the last order. Put us on a opening vector to him. Move us away. If he scuttles, I don't want to eat his radiation when he blows his powerplant."
What followed in the next few minutes as the HYPERION opened the range, was as ponderous as the preceding minutes had been frenetic. The VORCHAN blossomed survival pods and small craft. The Centauri were cheapskates when it came to mere crew. The pods were simple ballistic blowout types with no maneuver drives on them at all. Of course the aristocrat command group could zip away on powered pods, as the average crewman could drift in his future coffin...
Janet asked, "how long before the impetus carries their pods clear?'
"Clear of what?" asked Athena.
"The VORCHAN's power reactor blast radius?" suggested Kelly, as he lounged at his Navigation Station. "It should take about twenty minutes... oops, energy spike! Captain?"
"Web now." ordered Janet quietly again. The C&C, crew anticipating the order, had already executed it before she finished speaking.
"Engineer's revenge." said Athena.
Janet, surprised, asked; "Do you really think?"
Athena explained, as on two second delay, the EUREKA's cameras showed the VORCHAN's fire-blossom burst overtake transports and survival pods. Some of the transports and pods exploded as well in secondary bursts. "If you were the Centauri engineer, told by your Captain, that you were the one who would be responsible for losing his ship; and he ordered you to suicide with the ship by manually detonating the power-plant?"
"Idiots!" said Kelly.
"These are the same bright boys who tried to kill us with a fake distress call and a pop-out-from-behind-the-planet ambush. It is a fitting end for such a sad collection of clowns." said Athena.
"Don't blame that Centauri crew for their leadership." rebuked Captain Heller. "The Centauri as a species are most capable." she added as she adjusted herself in her chair. "Bring us about and come rest relative to the debris field. Let's go play Humanitarian and rescue some prisoners; er survivors."
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Rescue
Harvesting the dead and injured after a space battle was always a statistics game. With only two landers to fish through a largish sphere of space, now about a light minute in diameter and growing, there was no way to save everybody; or even most of them, but one had to do the right thing, even if the ones you rescued had recently tried to kill you.
For Doctor Caleb Depalma, it was a bitter harvest. Virtually, every Centauri was electro-shocked, flash-burned, or irradiated; if not outright dead. Most of them brought in were too badly injured and racked with pain to be coherent.
This didn't stop Lieutenant Kilmer from the EUREKA's Marine platoon. from barging into sickbay to "interrogate prisoners". He got in Depalma's way. Depalma threw Kilmer out of sickbay bodily. Doing that in micro-gravity, against a trained micro-gravity close-combat specialist was silly; especially when Kilmer out-massed the doctor by fifty kilograms.
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Lost
"He sure picked the middle of nowhere to commit suicide!" Kelly grumped.
Many of the EUREKA's officers were in Stellar Cartography. They were trying to find out where in the galaxy they were. The EUREKA was supposed to be near Praxal, but the chase of the VORCHAN first into H-space near that hypermass node had screwed up the ballistic plot when they dived down that node's gradient. Chasing the VORCHAN, following its panicky outbound escape parabola as it slungshot (Accidentally; apparently, since only Humans, now, since the Minbari War "victory"; deliberately used this dangerous method to transit through Hyperspace.), past the node and into and through the VORCHAN's blind-plotted jump-point, was a maneuver that could dump them, anywhere. Everything depended on the exit angle from the hyper-mass' gravity sheer slope. Most exit trajectories were plotted parallel to the gravity gradient, when you reached "flatness" in Hyperspace, by most every sane sapient being who traveled through H-space for exactly that risk. The VORCHAN had used its Quantium 40 jump-point vortex initiator to open the jump-point. That stupid VORCHAN crew opened the jump-point at almost ninety degrees to the plane of the gradient. The Hyper-mass' gravitational concentration was focused through that VORCHAN's overloaded gravidic engines and pumped through its Q-40 vortex initiator. Centauri grunts, among the fanheadf crew, might not know the consequences of that insanity (And those fanheads, among the Centauri rescuees that the EUREKA held, would never be allowed to tell what they learned from their experience.), but trained Human gravigators, such as Joshua Kelly, knew what such a lensing effect would do. The actual pop-out could be hundreds of light years anywhere along the potential exit light cone.
Heller flipping through telescopic star-field images on the viewer said, "I recognize nothing."
Joshua Kelly, almost certain, but still hesitant, said; "Madame, we're probably deep in Centauri space. I think we have some of their old maps, but for us, outside of the Tigris Circuit Jump-gates." he shrugged. "For us this is uncharted space."
"Wonderful. Did we get a report out?" asked Athena sarcastically.
Sealy mumbled, "Yes, we sent one by Ansible. We have a reply from the NATHAN HALE, Very weak, the signal was. But that means nothing to us. Our power-plant and thrusterpack were very strained during the pursuit. I hope Tracciani gets them back online soon, before some local fool finds us."
The others looked at Sealy, quizzically.
Athena apologized to Sealy, "You are a newbie to your first posting. Fresh out of Officers' Cadet School, so you might not understand this situation exactly. We are a small speck in the middle of nowhere. Nobody is going to find us out here in the middle of nothing, in-between so far from any star system or planetary bodies. No traffic. Only if we open a jump-point, will we be noticed. And if anybody possesses that ability to detect us this far out from anywhere while we are quiet; WE DON'T WANT TO MEET THEM!"
Sealy digested that information while the navigator, the helmsman, the Captain, and Ship's Tactician, all peered into the Teledyne's darkness trying to find familiar Friendly Space...
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Wrench and Hammer
Luciano Tracciani fussed over the field coils of his babies. The EUREKA's engines were his abused children. Nobody, with half-a-care, would put gear this experimental to such hard use. Obviously, Captain Heller, was an officer from the mundane OPERATIONS career track. An engineer wouldn't be so crazy! (Tracciani did not know Janet Heller that well, he being new-assigned during the installation of the thrusterpack, on which he was fresh-trained, to the EUREKA. So he didn't know that Heller started her SPACER work on particle thrust engines when she was still a tomboy of a girl.).
L.T., as he preferred his people to call him, liked to get his hands dirty working on the equipment. It had advantages. Leadership, by example, kept him personally familiar and current on the ship's engineering status. It, also, kept him from getting rusty on procedures; and it kept him in close proximity to his people; so he could gauge their work properly. His technicians were good, but they were KARMATECH particle thrust engine good. As far as Luciano knew, very few people had any competence with MORTON THIOKOL C-IV reactionless thrusters . He hoped he was one of them. He still didn't understand, why the exponentially increasing mass potential waterfall effect, the field coils generated, didn't collapse the EUREKA into a Hawking micro-radius hyper-mass, and evaporate them all to glory. Someday he'd hunt down the inventor of the reactionless thruster and get an explanation from the woman.
For now; all he could do, was supervise patchwork repairs and hope the EUREKA reached a dockyard soon. His HYPERION required an overhaul. She was not even fresh aged six months since her MIDWINTER III(H) refit!
Tracciani kept meticulous engineering logs. He wasn't looking forward to this black mark on his military record. 'Did he have a reckless Captain?', he wondered.
'Maybe our Captain is blind to what the actual parameters the new technology fitted to her ship during the MIDWINTER work limited her?' was his follow-up thought.
'If that is the case,' Luciano berated himself, 'then I have a personal blind spot!' He knew that he was almost as new to the ship, as Raymond Sealy. He didn't quite comfortably fit in among the coterie of officers that closed ranks around Janet Heller to the point; where he suddenly realized, they, as a group, would risk the ship in any such future insane action she ordered. Doing your duty, following your orders, to the point of reckless abandon wasn't where L. T. was comfortable. That was the kind of loyalty for which he wasn't trained!
Luciano Tracciani, the outsider, decided he had to change that status to move inside and quickly. If Janet Heller risked the EUREKA; then it was his DUTY to tell her how far,.mechanically, she could risk it. He looked upon this discovery, of an area in which he could improve himself, as an opportunity.
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Shatter the Dream: End of Chapter 1; Part 1
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Chapter 1: Part 2
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Crazy Orders
Aboard the EUREKA C&C;
The EUREKA rescued herself. Once Kelly prepared the right maps, and the right Centauri talked (The enemy Navigator was persuaded in this case; Janet Heller's luck was incredible!), it was two difficult jumps to Praxal. The missed rendezvous with the NATHAN HALE was something Janet Heller regretted. She wanted some other Alliance captain, senior to her, to explain the current NGS nonsense she held in her hands to her. The puzzling orders transmitted by radio from the Kathra Abbai Fuel Depot made no sense. Yet the orders transcripts, as decrypted, contained the correct authenticator codes...
Janet Heller flipped through the third-hand orders. She wasn't used to this new Alliance command structure. She motioned Raymond Sealy, over, and handed him what the computer had just decrypted.
He looked at it with puzzlement."Argh, it is a rather confusing mess." Sealy read through it, himself. "NGS is crazy! HYACH NYM is hostile space, quarantined by both LONAW and Alliance Edicts!"
"Yet, here it says " he read aloud, "You are instructed to proceed at best route and minimum ship time to HYACH NYM." He handed the orders back to Captain Heller. Sealy asked her, "These orders were routed through the NARN Command Hierarchy, yet it carries a Human Military Imprimatur. What gives?"
Athena Proxmire floated over and scanned the order herself. As Tactician, the orders concerned her. "Humpf." she said irritated. "Going in against the Hyach? Earth must have gone Fanhead-crazy! Only idiots fight a five-front war. Even, if the Hyach are a dying race, why the sudden impatience to help them along?"
"Maybe it isn't as it appears." shrugged Janet Heller. "We go. We see. If we're headed in to fight, we'll need to load up on missiles and captor mines. The Hyach are as weak as we are when it comes to countermeasures. If we go into combat, then we can..."
"... get killed by their lasers." concluded Athena. "I'm glad you know the Hyachs' limitations, Madam," she said in comic exasperation to her Captain. She glowered, "This just might this be that kamikaze run you and I keep nightmaring about."
"Work up a brief for me about the Hyach, then. Include the latest intel we have on them, Athena." ordered Janet.
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Welcome Wagon
In the Officer's Wardroom
Janet Heller sat at the mess table studying Athena's workup on the Hyach.
"HYACH NYM is an orange dwarf star orbited by the usual distribution of assorted terrestrial and gas giant worlds, the inner four ranging in size from Mercury to just slightly smaller than Earth. The Hyach, themselves, reside on the fourth planet, called by us, ENOCH. It has no moon, bringing up for our scientists, the question whether the planet was Terra-formed, seeded, and colonized. The Hyach insist that they evolved there, but won't allow alien archaeologists or geologists to work the surface of ENOCH to confirm this assertion.' Janet read.
Heller threw the clipboard away in disgust. As the EUREKA was under acceleration it fell to the deck. Athena walked over, bent down and picked the splashed pile of papers up from the deck, smoothed them on the clipboard and handed it back to the Captain. "Madame? If we shoot at them, it might be courteous of us to know at whom we are shooting." said Athena, mildly.
Janet glared at her. "If I wanted to study Hyachs, to understand them, I would be a theologian."
Athena shrugged. "Its more likely you would become a religious psychotic if you chose such a subject."
Janet glared at her Tactician. Athena's sense of humor wasn't that great, and this latest joke proved it.
A warning alarm indicated EUREKA's jump-point egress. It was followed by the Talk Within Ship (TWS) loudspeakers blaring an announcement, "Captain to Command!" Sealy spoke flatly, ship-wide, as if popping out nadir into hostile space and calling the Captain to battle, just before the final jump into HYACH NYM, itself, was another boring ship's routine evolution.
Janet stuck the clipboard under her arm and grandiloquently waved to Athena. "Madame Ship's Tactician? Shall we go and meet the Indians?"
Athena, picking up on her Captain's changed mood, returned the courtesy as she pointed to the hatchway, "After you, Captain Custer!"
Both proceeded to C&C.
The next jump, the EUREKA made was a pop-out near ENOCH's orbit-spinward of the planet, below the system ecliptic, galactic south headed galactic north about nine light minutes from the star NYM as measured by the radian.
It was Kelly's plotted evasive entry vector. Most defenders lacked imagination. They tended to sow drift mines in the orbital ecliptic of a system near the anti-spinward Lagrange points of orbiting bodies. That was where almost every attacker placed their pop-out jump-points to hit the system targets a raider fleet pre-plotted as exists. This was done, because it was the only safe way known to jump blind gravigationally into a system with a beacon that was deliberately masked by an artificial gravity wave distorter. Humans might not have the ability to throw off a Jump-Gate's gravitational wave pulse clock through such means, but they understood the defensive tactic, and exploited it when they attacked. The NAVSTAR beacon, EUREKA routinely deployed in her last short-jump would have replaced the Hyach Jump-gate beacon as an H-space navigation transponder for their own entry; if the Hyach interrupted theirs. Surprisingly the Hyach hadn't.
Athena said, "Spinal weapons charged. Interceptors and web are active. Accumulators ready. Missiles hot and seekers working. No targets showing within range. Strange. Where are they? No scouts? No fighters? Not even a garbage barge to come out and sniff at us?"
Sealy spoke, "I'm getting a radio message. Narrow beamed and aimed at us, from one of their stations around ENOCH. It is in coded text." he said. "Decrypting." Sealy started reading aloud as the computer printed the decrypted message, "Greetings Alliance vessel? We of the (unintelligible) Gerontocracy greet you!" Sealy started laughing.
Captain Heller asked deadpan, much as a straightwoman in a one woman standup comedy act would; "What?"
Sealy held up his hands, as if he was afraid Janet would charge across the C&C and clobber him; "Madam, the message is an Alliance broadcast and it is in Vregan." He read aloud further paraphrasing the text; "It says we are to head for the ENOCH L-7 point and come to rest relative to the Hyach facility, there. Supposedly, we are to pick up further orders when we arrive." He added, "It is an NGS Fragment Order in Alliance Format, Captain. It also contains the proper authenticators!" Sealey stated that last comment with considerable surprise.
Heller raised her eyebrows over that one, "Encoded Naval General Staff orders through a Hyach communications network, no less!"
Athena was at a loss, "A lot of the Alliance's work, these days, is done through the League, Captain. The Hyach may be under Interdict, but they are still League of Non-aligned Worlds members. Maybe we are in a non-hostile situation here?"
Singh put in his silver half-dollar, "Not bloody likely, Madam. the Hyach shared their medical database on us with the Drakh; if you please!"
"Well; we have orders and we'll see what we'll see when we show up where we are told to arrive as tourists." concluded Captain Heller. "Just the same Mister Khan, when Mister Kelly gives you our approach vector; I want to come to a halt bows-on to that Hyach station. Understand?"
"Main weapons bearing, minimum target aspect profile" said Singh Khan comprehending his captain perfectly.
And so the EUREKA came to a halt several hours later. The HYPERION bore-sighted her particle beam "lasers" upon the yellow, green, red, and orange Hyach box and girder micro-gravity space assembly facility. It was a dockyard. That wasn't the surprise for the EUREKA crew, though. The surprise was the obsidian, oily-shimmering-skinned blocky-faceted, vaguely insectile ship parked on the other side of the 'facility". Curiously the EUREKA crew took their turns at the HYPERION's telescopes and the targetting optics to gawk at the black ship. They paid special attention to the black ship's heraldry, the symbols that its builders put upon its hull, what gives a ship it's name. Orders came by radio again. Quickly.
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Going to Gehenna
Janet Heller and staff swam down brightly lit and cheerfully pastel-colored corridors. 'You couldn't call something that looked like a cross between a monastery and a hotel, and a carnival exactly a naval facility', she thought. Hyach scuttled along the walls and ceilings, leaving the floor (You could hardly call a thick plush-carpeted thing you walked on, a deck, could you?), and the center of the hallways for the free-swimming Humans, Vree and the shuffling Narns. It took Janet thirty seconds after she boarded for her to realize that this was a fallen facility. It had that taken-over feeling. Every Hyach, Captain Heller met, had that downtrodden, beaten look. It was the same look Humans had worn on their faces and in their body language during the Minbari War. Heller, herself, remembered seeing herself with that beaten-down defeated look when she was an ensign in that War...
The EUREKA party swam across a huge spiderweb-latticed atrium that formed the interior core of the dockyard structure. It was a hexagonal-sided chamber about three hundred meters across and it contained a fair representation of a Hyach village on the chamber's "walls", Day / night shades allowed the light of NYM to illuminate the chamber from the "floor" and "ceiling". On the other side of the Atrium was the party of Alliance personnel, who were gathered to meet them. These were Narns, Vree, and one Hyach Gerontarch.
The EUREKA party braked into a synchronized somersault and landed almost as one being, in a small courtyard garden at what must have been the Hyach station commander's residence at one time. Narns lined up clumsily in ranks to greet them, stiffly, on one side of the little garden, as the Humans landed, while the Vree formed their own straggly loose line in imitation of the Narns. The Vree for all their sloppiness, Heller noted, assembled in the micro-gravity with quiet ease and nonchalance. 'The Vree are Veteran Spacers.' she thought.
A Vree named himself, as Raskallon, in Amsil: the finger / hand-sign language that the deaf / mute among Humans learned to use. 'That makes things simpler,' thought Janet, as she put away her pack of Vregan pictoglyph cards. She would have to do most of her talking through Raymond Sealy anyway, she decided. Her Vregan was rusty and as far as Amsil was concerned; well she might be able to ask for soup in a Vregan restaurant.
"Welcome to ENOCH Alliance Station Two," Raskallon signed. He went silently through a quick list of Narn and Vree names. Captain Heller nodded to each of the non-descript individuals, as each presented him or herself in either a Narn or Vree bow. Sealy, at Janet's side, kept up a running commentary and translation. After the introductions, Raskallon signed to a doorway leading out of the garden into the small villa-like residence and indicated in Vregan, "Follow me."
The EUREKA party followed Raskallon through the doorway, dodging the clumsy Narns who somehow got in the way, down a short "hall"; until they entered a "receiving" room or "audience chamber" inside the "villa". Here, there was artificial gravity. The only piece of furniture was a Human-issue conference table made of the same false woodgrain plastic that old Earth Force navy personnel referred to as "fake-oak". The table's legs had been sawed off, so that it conformed more to "Japanese" custom. Kneeling cushions were where chairs should have been. Raskallon, in an aside to Sealy, signed, "When the Hyach surrendered this place, they took all the movable furnishings. We have been too busy with other things to bring in the proper furnishings."
Using Sealy as her intermediary, Captain Heller asked Raskallon, "How did you come to take this place and why are we here?"
Raskallon answered her question by activating a Vree holo-projector. An image of the obsidian insectile-like shp ('It Looks like a miss-shapen bumble-bee made out of building blocks.' thought Janet, as she saw it imaged as unencumbered of the dockyard and free-floating in space.), instantly appeared.
"That is why you are here." signed the Vree ."We need a crew for that ship. Contractors brought her from Sol for final outfitting here. It is part of the Alliance agreement with the Hyach."
Athena had refused to kneel on anything for anybody, so she stood at the end of the table and pointed at the black-hulled horror and said, "So that is a Human ship?"
"Yes." hand signed Raskallon. "It is new construction. I believe you Humans name it, the HERO class. This one is named after some obscure human military leader, a Raymond Ames Spruance?"
The Vree looked at Sealy as if to ask, "Who?"
Captain Heller sagged on her knees as she sighed down into herself. "A very great Human hero indeed." she said as Sealy rapidly translated. "Few of my own kind honor his memory as we should. Horatio Nelson, John Paul Jones, Don Juan of Austria, Themistocles, all of them we remember... "
Luciano Tracciani, the EUREKA engineer, saw an opportunity to speak as one of the coterie of her officers. He was something of a Human naval history nut. From his side of the table he spoke up and interrupted. He added, thus uninvited, to Captain Heller's words, 'Of his generation in the Second Age, when Humanity, as a species, was choosing between Darkness and Light, he fought for the Light. He was the best Human admiral of that age."
Captain Heller, mildly annoyed at L.T.'s interruption, finished the commentary, "If we had more like him, now, Earth wouldn't be in its current predicament."
The little Vree nodded and said, "Then you understand what the name means?"
Janet wondered if the Vree could read Human body language and if he practiced sarcasm or played a joke on her.
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After three hours, Janet felt like she was in a steel barrel, she shared with a squad of monkeys, aforesaid barrel being banged on with hammers wielded by a platoon of Narns. She wearily said to Raskallon, "Okay, that ship needs a crew. I understand that. So bring them in. You still haven't told me what we are supposed to do? Train them up? Act as the opposition force in a wargame? You've just spent three hours telling me about your troubles with fitting it out, and getting the Hyach to co-operate in your efforts to do so. I DON'T care about that. Get to the point. Why are we here?!?!"
The Vree stopped for a moment, then signed some more. Sealy, blank faced in astonishment, translated only after the Vree repeated himself. "You are the crew. You will leave the HYPERION here for repairs. The new crew we bring in, is for her. You transfer to the HERO and work her up for active service."
"That's crazy!" said Janet. "The EUREKA is operational."
As the Vree waited for translation, Sealy diplomatically stopped translating and signing. Instead he said, "Captain, the EUREKA is old , under-gunned, under-powered, and despite her MIDWINTER III(H) upgrade, simply incapable of holding its own against a first-class opponent."
"We sure put a hurt on that VORCHAN." said Singh Khan.
The Vree, Raskallon, finally proved that he understood English. He signed repeatedly, until Sealy translated "You killed a VORCHAN with a HYPERION? That proves you are the crew we need and want. So the Alliance NGS was right to send you here."
"What happens to the EUREKA?" interrupted Athena.
More cross-translation wore Sealy's hands out.
"It will be stationed, here, at HYACH NYM, as the beginning of an Alliance defense fleet for the Hyach. We will have an ORESTES, maybe an OLYMPUS or two, and whatever NOVAs and TETHYs that we can beg from the obsolescent parts of the Human fleet scheduled to this specific tasking."
"Her." said Captain Heller, between clenched teeth, as Sealy translated. "A Human ship is a SHE, not an it."
"My apologies." signed Raskallon as the translating caught up. "Shall we discuss the details of the transfer?"
'Great!' thought Janet, "Another three hours of Vree bureaucratic circle-jerking. Where is my aspirin bottle?'
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End of Chapter 1; Part 2
A little CHAOS is a GOOD thing.