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Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force

Kelimah Hamilton (Hashem of the ESF) Tashlet Lorah Overwells (ESF Netilat Tashlet) Master Tashlet Jeff Gesher Tashlet Jesse Jordon Tashlet Benjamin Sitorus Shikisha Doug Profan Master Tashlet Thomas Kei Shikisha Gwen Birkita

Crew of the ESF Vadavah SSC 2040

Tashlet Connor Spiknard Shikisha Tegan Clancy Rakisha Darah Damaris Avatar (Rakisha) Vaddy (Vadavah) Kisha Ian Soures Rakisha Kyle Cuyler Master Kisha Craig Scotti

ESF Vadavah ASF-290 Pegasim First Squadron (Shockwave)

Shikisha Gabril Stranahan (Squadron Leader) Kisha Kamala Sabine (Squadron XO) Kisha Jim Gylliem (Pegasim Claw 3)

Ryuchi
Daijin Katzin Helsonn Chairman Hashem Dan Naveha Tashlet Spence Nagadi

Chapter One
SLUMBERING LEVIATHANS
Sometimes we must embrace that which opens up to us. There are far worse things out there than return. Daijin Theodaris Berik, answering why he didnt mourn the Joshua Kirisutos passing. Av 10, FY 2029
Tidewater Tower, Ethaiyam Starsea Force, Nawlins, Nawlins Island, Ethaiyam Shibboleth 28th, FY 2040
Tashlet Connor Spiknard walked along the Ethaiyam Starsea Force docks watching the activity across him. Not as quiet as they claimed, he mused, noticing the buzz of media and other people about. Gazing into Nawlins clear blue tropical waters, he inspected his appearance in the mirror calmness of Pier 7. Straw blond hair cut high and tight exposed small, round ears highlighting his high cheekbones, aquiline nose, and sharp eyes that matched the sea. Full lips frowned back at him as he stared, his chin still carrying a bit of stubble he missed this morning. Adjusting out the wrinkles in his maroon jump suit, he frowned again. The triangular shoulder blade patch that featured rank and function broke a seam again. Sewn just about his name bar, it looked unseemly against the pristine straightness of his honor-bars. Even the middle blue band seemed to fray again. 6

The left-shoulder patch, which featured the ESF logo, remained straight and clean as did his right shoulder family sigil and five yoke color bands; blue for Command. A soon appearing gold star would represent an active command. Beneath the jump suit top, he wore a black turtleneck that while comfortable in the cold, darkness below, made him sweat horribly in the tropical heat. Got to remember to inform the quartermasters that I need a new uniform and get that star added. Straightening up, Spiknard looked across the bay to the Lexis Island construction facility. Thor fleet yards. There the building the flagship and her class, Vadavah continued in secret. She will replace the Havleting class who approached her 32nd year of fleet service. He let a smile cross his face until he noticed a cammer sniffing around. I hope they are policing those media elements. Spiknard smiled as he walked around again. Those starsubs were why he had arrived. The first of her class, Vadavah Supercavitating SeaSpace Craft 2040 celebrated officially being seaworthy yesterday. Only minor things were left to be decided. And I get to decide them. Besides and before him, Tidewater Tower, the ESF headquarters, loomed statuesque over the bay. Purple veined white marble gleamed in the sunlight, its wide arches and solid pillars announcing importance. The stonework followed strong symmetrical pattern, with calendium smart glass creating mirror perfect reflections of Nawlins Bay, Lexis Island and surrounds. His frown deepened as he shielded his eyes scanning the edifice for his liaison. Still not here! Youve been relocated way too many times since you founding, he thought to himself as he stared. From Nawlins to Ahel in Verelmir to Choosen, Inaka and back here, WE actually thought the darkness was over. So in F.Y 2029, you came home. 7

Controversial? Yes, especially with some of the hierarchy in the ESF, but still smart considering. Yet they gripe, saying that even though Nawlins is capital of Ethaiyam, the ESF HQ is still too close to Ryuchi. Short-range missile close. Our saving grace was we became the world capital when Anika Serapha, Shihasha of Candrah, sealed off Nise. He smiled, glanced around, watching Lexis Island crews again. That came because of Benkoku warmongering lead to the execution of Joshua Kirisuto, an innocent traveling evangelist who they felt threatened by. After Candrah threatened ending trade relations as well as sanctions, they threatened back with an orbital weapons platform that was controlled from Nise. When the sealing of Nise became fatal to the Shihasha, her infuriated daughter, Valusha Marah Serapha transformed Benkoku into Ryuchi with lightning speed. The hierarchy suggested afterwards that while Marah reigned in Candrah, Ryuchi wouldnt declare war. And if they did, they would receive a smiting unlike any the world had ever known. All because Daijin Hamilton got it into his head that just because those who fled the transformation live on our undersea land he should control it. He was told that Ryuchi and its guilds were prohibited from any planetary activities until FY 2060. Candrah allowed them to keep their military structure and patrol their own lands, yet they lust for what they once had and resent us for having it. Now, we have to police the mess they created. We have be the ones who take the high road when the Daijin wants to force an undersea war, stealing our land in the process. Was the Benkoku Darkness over? Yes. And the ESF was left to clean up the rest. A passing Mariner suddenly realized Connor stared at him. He snapped off a smart salute. Spiknard returned it then walked on towards Tidewater Towers main security checkpoint. Rapid 8

footfalls in his direction caused a frown to crease his lips. Turning to see who it was, it got washed away in a broad grin. Tongues of fire, Jesse, how you been?! Tashlet Jesse Jordon grinned, pleased to see a friendly face. Well, he responded as Spiknard gave him the once over noting nothing changed. Still, a head and a half shorter with balding, salt and pepper hair shaved even closer than his. The tightly groomed beard remained as well, same color, resting on a powerful, jutting bronze jaw. Tight lips remarked, You look old. How long has it been, Connor? Dark chocolate eyes sparkled as he pulled on his jump suit top. Sweat glistened on him as well. At least 5 years, Spiknard said, grinning as he offered his hand. Howre Krissy and the kids? Jordon said shaking it tightly. He pulled him into a hug, and then released him a moment later. Good, really good. I heard Havleting Gloarr is yours. So youre not my liaison, are you? Actually, I think I am. I got called here but there wasnt a reason given. Command told me to come here regarding the project. Picked me up in a scramjet. We were about 40 miles out of Tirana at the time. Jordon started to follow Spiknard towards HQ, his hands clasped behind his back. Spiknard stopped his face a mask of surprise. What do you mean the project? Jordon smiled wryly. Come on, Connor. You thought theyd leave me, Tashlet of the retiring flagship, out? Gesher brought me in as a technical advisor. Connor blinked several times. I knew that. Of course, Jordon would be apart of the elite few who knew about the SSCs. Jeff Gesher. That explains a lot. A legendary man, he handed the flagship during the war; lost five crewmembers total. 9

After passing through the first security checkpoint, its unmanned scanners simply verifying they were ESF personnel, they passed through the ornate crystalline double doors etched with ESF seal. Once inside, they walked up the grand staircase, its banisters ebonwood, and its railings inlayed with copper turned mint green over time, to the main foyer of the ESF HQ. Before them, the second security checkpoint. Two ESF military justice defenders gave them a sharp, swift gaze, plasma rifles at the ready. One of the Military Justice Defenders (MJD) barked a name and a Mariner turned to them. He held up his hand. Sirs, if you would approach the scanner one at a time and raise your arms, please. Place your sidearms, comppads and hand-coms in the dish before you. Without question, they both did as requested. This scanner ensured they were human and werent carrying any unauthorized items. It took all of sixteen seconds, and once he was satisfied, he returned their items. Clear, sirs. Welcome to Tidewater Tower, he said with quick salute. They both returned the salute as they went on into Reception. Emblazoned on the purple veined, white marble floor was the ESF sigil; a left leaning 3-pronged Trident with a wave pouring of the right side. It bisected two intermeshed triangles, the tops touching the bottom of the other. Stylized across the center was Ethaiyam Starsea Force in Akamonian runic alphabet. Outside the seal, a wreath of gold leaves rested on each side. They represented the founding traditions of every navy in the world. Or at least they did, Conner mused as they crossed it. Strength, diversity and unity composed each point of the trident. We need them now more than ever. On the other side of Reception, away from the various couches, vending machines, and desks of seated officials, rested a bank of elevators waiting to escort Mariners to the upper reaches of the nine-story 10

building. As they stepped into the elevator, a pleasant female voice greeted them. Tidewater Tower transit. Please specify floor. Tashlet Spiknard cleared his throat. Computer, deck- He paused realizing where he was. -Level 9. Accepted. The doors slid closed taking the elevator upward. Hashem Kelimah Hamilton reclined in his office in the highest floor of Tidewater Tower. The Volumetric information receiver (VIR) on the other side of the office displayed a life sized three-dimensional image of seated Master Tashlet Jeff Gesher, commander of the Nawlins division of the ESF, as well as operations on the island. Greying and seeming out of sorts in his uniform sans turtleneck, Gesher stood in portable VIR booth, exhausted. The six gold bands on his right shoulder were faded as well adding to his exhaustion. The Hashem smiled knowingly back. We both look our age. Old, tired veterans who should have retired years ago. We are products of a generation gone by. A crazy era filled with war, torture, ethnic cleansing and a man who claimed he came to save everyone. His Zionists are still about preaching his gospel. Even Daijin Morrigan stayed away from that. And yet it was those very things that kept us here. First the Midgard uprising, then its the Skarans, then its Joshuas execution and subsequent resurrection, then the sealing of Nise and the forced conversion of Benkoku to Ryuchi. Just when things seemed to calm down, the opening of the Mizuno Abyssal plain creates a cold war with Ryuchi. Now, its Vadavah. It has to end sometime, doesnt it? Listen, Jeff, said Helsonn. I barely understand the technical stuff you and your people have to deal with, but Im getting a lot of pressure from the Leadership Council to see Vadavah deployed on schedule. Thats four days away. 11

Gesher, his wrinkled face etched in salt and time, shook his head with patient amusement. Tell them theres nothing to worry about. The engineers at Thor got the go ahead for the final upload of the computer software, including the new Avatar. Ive seen the ships, and Vadavah is on schedule. Netilat is only behind a week due to a grav plating and inertial compensation issue. Hillsong is on schedule, being ready for deployment in four months. These are the most complicated ships anyone on Akamon has ever built. We just need time to tidy a few things up and Vadavah is ready. I understood they have been tidied up for the last 3 months. Yes, but do you realize just how long it takes to make a ship like this both space and sea-worthy? The media is asking questions, countered Hamilton swiftly, waving his hand in a cutting motion. Do you know how hard it is to keep three boats of this size a secret without invoking privilege? Gesher paused for a minute, concession on his face. Alright. Ill keep you posted. For the Sea! For the Sea, the Hashem replied. The hologram winked out, replaced by a slowly rotating image of the ESF sigil. Sitting up, Hamilton saw his secretary standing in the doorway. A young Mariner, he smiled waiting for the Hashem to wave him in. Hashem? Tashlet Spiknard and Tashlet Jordon are here. Hamilton nodded as he shoved several papers marked Project Seven in to the top desk drawer then quickly locked it. Thank you, Mariner. Send them in. Moments later, Tashlet Connor Spiknard and Jesse Jordon came through the doorway. Jordon closed it behind them before they both came to attention and saluted. Rest, Tashletim. This is informal. I need input, said the Hashem in an indifferent tone, while returning their salute. Jordon removed his octagonal 12

softcap from his pocket then realized that Spiknard still had his in his pocket so he put it back. You asked to see us, Hashem? Hamilton nodded, gesturing towards the two seats before his desk. Have a seat. This conversation is being recorded. Understood, Hashem. He nodded, dimmed the lights, and picked up a remote from off his desk. A few button pushes later, the sigil vanishes from above the VIR reappearing to the right of them, eye level. It faded away to show schematics for the Vadavah class. Vadavah and her class had the ability to adapt to either planetary oceans or the vacuum of space. Wide sweptback wings jutted from one central location roughly midway down the port and starboard sides of the craft. A triangular raised fin online with them atop the craft functioned as the main bridge and observation area. The main body held the shape of a hammerhead shark with the main propulsion systems situated in what would be the tail fin if it were a shark. The space thrusters system as well as the Hypernet portal drive with its mirrors was sealed from the sea behind a massive retractable door linked to a force field to guarantee no exposure. The same was true for the supercav thrusters and bubble generator. They were protected from the vacuum of space by the same means. The Starsea fighter bays were where the head would be with a secondary bay directly aft of that. Clear synthskin coated the hull protecting it from both then ravages of the salty brine and hard, frigid vacuum. Finally, indentations where there gills would be held a full suite of both stellar and submariner sensor arrays. The Vadavah class weighed in at 210,000 tons, measuring 1600 feet long. 13

As you know, Vadavah is four days from deployment. Ive verified that with Master Tashlet Gesher. He says he is Tidying up the loose ends. That notwithstanding, Ive called you both here to discuss this. Hamilton retrieved two printouts from his desk and placed them before the officers. Standard orders. Tashlet Spiknard, as expected, you will receive command of SSC 2040 Vadavah, the first of her class. Following her shakedown sea and space cruises. Vadavah will assume the duty of Flagship of ESF with all that entails. Spiknard smiled. Its an honor, sir. Tashlet Jordon, the Havleting Gloarr is to accompany Vadavah on the sea leg of her shakedown at the shadow distance of 19 miles. Following this and provided it is uneventful, you are to be promoted to be promoted to Master Tashlet 2nd class with all privileges and responsibilities that come with that rank. Havleting Gloarr will be renamed and transferred to North Shore Training Base for use as a training vessel. Jordons lips held a sad smile. Permission to speak freely? Granted. Why does Vadavah even need an escort? Jordon ground his teeth. Hamilton turned to the holographic display, and spoke a command. The image resolved into a 3D globe of the world that zoomed in on the Mizuno Ocean and then Nawlins. Havleting Gloarr is to monitor Vadavah on her shakedown run. Recently, several ESF attack subs vanished. We lost contact with them and found no wreckage. Intelligence suggested sabotage. So while out there we want Vadavah to investigate. Be careful. If the RNF is up to something dont take any unnecessary risks. We dont Vadavah damaged before we get both her sea and space legs. 14

Wise, but what if Havleting Gloarr is attacked? Will we be able to respond? Or do I leave that to your judgment? Spiknard asked, concerned. Jordon gave Spiknard a disgusted look. Hamilton leaned back, worry furrowing his brow. I leave that up to your capable judgment, Tashlet. And Ive made the Leadership Council aware of the missing subs. Still, Havleting Gloarr will monitor Vadavah for anything out of the ordinary. Jordon grinned. Thanks. Spiknard nodded. Drumming his fingers lightly on the desk before him, he looked to the floating orb they called Akamon; their world. I wonder what Daijin Helsonns reaction is when he finds out about the SSCs. Understood, sir. The Hashem sat up, then ordered the lights back up. Excellent, sign to verify. You know the drill. The Hashem placed a pen on the desk in front of Spiknard and Jordons orders. Be at the Thor yards on 0800 on Odindai. So until then, youre at liberty. They rose, saluted the Hashem, and straightened their uniforms, smiling. Thank you, Hashem. Youre dismissed.

Nawlins, Nawlins Island, Ethaiyam Tishryu 2nd, FY 2040

Shikisha Tegan Clancy stood frowning over a billiards table in a tavern known as Cloud 9. Dressed in civilian attire, he watched as the white ball smacked up against eight ball on the table, and sank it. Normally, this would be a good thing. Except that it isnt the last ball there. Hmmm, said Rakisha Darah Damaris thoughtfully as she rolled her own cue between her thumb and forefinger. How often do you play, Shikisha? 15

Clancy groaned in frustration. Today is not my day, he thought as he collapsed his own cue, stowing it in his magenta duffel, before facing her. Shed beat me again. I doubt I'll hear the end of it any time soon. Often enough. I just have better things to do than play all day. Damaris laughed lightly, walking over to the bar. Clancy followed close behind, admiring the way she strolled across the floor with effortless grace. Two mead. Thanks, said Damaris, sitting down at the bar. Clancy sat down beside her, the bar stool squeaking as he leaned and stretched. Eyes roamed over tight-fitting jeans poured onto her delicate frame and down her blouse. It ran taut across her small bust, her nipples straining against the peach cotton. A hidden six-pack also made itself known when she twisted to reach the bowl of Jifi nuts. She caught his eyes, and chuckled. Whats so funny, just out of idle curiosity? Playful blue eyes sparkled. You are. Youre not very good at losing, are you? Clancy shrugged. With a wry grin, he thanked the bartender. Ouch. Do you always devour men like this? She laughed again, draining the mug before her. Only the ones with attitude problems. Damaris almost dropped her mug as her comppad beeped in her back pocket. After a quick removal, she opened it to see the face of Tashlet Connor Spiknard on the screen. Rakisha, is Shikisha Clancy with you? She activated the camera function on the comppad, holding it out to catch his long, ruddy face. Yes, Tashlet. Good, we need you out at Thor shipyards in 1 hour. Unsure of what was going on, Damaris frowned. Is something wrong, sir? 16

No. Its tie to look at Vadavah. Shes almost ready. Oh, understood. Well be there. Closing the link, she sighed. As she got up, she turned to Clancy. Looking at him apologetically, she shrugged. Lets go.

Force Design and Development Facility, Thor Construction Yards, Lexis Island, Nawlins, Ethaiyam. Tishryu 2nd, 2040
Connor relaxed as the automated vehicle crossed the mile long Lexis Island Bridge on its way to the Thor Construction Yards. As he glanced out at the slowing rolling waves lapping at the bridge, he remembered his first briefing on Thor. A long boring meeting filled with useless information for an XO. He laughed at himself. Dont I need it now? Thor, and the Force Design and Development Facility inside, rest partially submerged in the Central Loch. Designed to accommodate maintenance, construction and decommission of the submarines and other ESF naval vessels, the docks were the largest on the island. Several construction dry docks and piers also rested on the surface for maintenance as well, but Thors primary purpose is the completion of the new ships. The vehicle came to a stop at the ESF security checkpoint. The tight security didnt surprise him. It was expected. Two ESF military justice defenders inside the checkpoint shed stepped out. They gave him a sharp, swift gaze, plasma rifles at the ready. One of the MJD barked, Exit the vehicle. Remain still so the scanner can verify you are a member of the ESF. 17

Stepping out, Connor stood a foot away from the vehicle as a white beam rolled across him and then the vehicle itself. Then the mariner on duty, a Kisha, stepped out and asked for ID. Spiknard showed his ESF Indenticard to the mariner, and then swiped it through the scanner he was holding. The scanners light turned green and he waved him through without much hesitation. Always nice to have full security clearance to every facility in Nawlins, he mused as the vehicle headed to the Administration facility; the only non-warehouse like building on the island. Connor didnt even pay attention to where he was going. He spent the time looking out the window for Vadavah, docked at Pier 1 at the far end of the road. In the distance, it floated like a massive beast silently, patiently waiting for prey. Wind swept surf made its red skin shine in the midday sun. When the vehicle finally stopped outside the Administration building Connor got out, but not before ordering the vehicle to wait. If he hadnt it would have returned to its stall on the other side of the bridge, taking his gear with him. Taking his sunglasses off as he walked in to the buildings shadow, he glanced around. Nondescript functionality was the order of the day here. No marble, copper or gold here. Just the ESF logo on a five-story granite structure tempered for living beside the sea. As he walked to the buildings entrance, he noticed that Jordon and Hamilton were already waiting for him with a group of other Tashletim standing further away. The Mariner at the door snapped to attention and Spiknard threw him a salute as he passed. Tashlet, Master Tashlet, Spiknard greeted the two other officers as he entered the building, following the lead of the Hashem and Jordon. The Hashem seemed impassive. Good to see you made it, Connor; this way. 18

Motioning Jordon and Spiknard to follow, Hamilton began walking through the facility. Master Tashlet Gesher informed me that the last of the computer software went in without problems. Vadavah is now operational. We feel confident that Netilat will be in the same state in a few days. Jordon listened attentively as he looked around the gleaming, modern interior of the shipyards foyer. He knew Netilat was the Vadavah sister ship and built simultaneously starting on Kevish 4th, FY 2038. Any word on who will command Netilat yet? he asked casually. Hamilton nodded as he waved his ID before the security panel on the door into the Vadavah Design Center. Yes, Tashlet. I believe you both know of her; Tashlet Lorah Overwells. Connor halted in his tracks. Are you serious? I served with her on the Khalmari for 5 years. Very much. Shes an excellent officer, Tashlet Spiknard. Her promotion to Tashlet three months ago was well earned even if shes young for that kind of position. The leadership council believed in her, knowing she was the perfect replacement for you, Tashlet Jordon. Jordon frowned. I guess I have been at the sea along time. Connor ribbed him. 15 years! And you only destroyed 2 commands! Candrah was responsible for one and the Western alliance the other. I still think that it is remarkable for her to stepping into my shoes at her age, Jordon commented. Remarkable? repeated Spiknard. Its unheard of. Shes not a day over 25! Technically speaking, Im almost month over 25, a new voice from behind them said. The three men abruptly stopped, spinning around to the speaker. Ahem 19

They met the gaze of a woman wearing a red jumpsuit bearing the wreath-framed five blue barred triangle insignia of a Tashlet on her right shoulder blade above her petite bust. She was quite attractive, and definitely appeared too young to be wearing insignia of that rank. Spiknards expression was one of mixed surprise and awkwardness. What an unexpected surprise, Tashlet Overwells. She looked at him inquisitively, betraying nothing from her otherwise cold, hazel eyes. So it would seem, she replied. Hashem Hamilton seemed a little amused by the exchange between the two Tashletim, and did his best to hide a smug grin. I asked Tashlet Overwells to accompany us on the tour so she could get acquainted with the new ships, he confessed finally. I didnt think you would mind. Hamilton may have been able to hide his amusement, but Spiknard couldnt as he simply smiled stupidly, a little stunned that he had been caught out so easily. The Hashems comp-pad chirped from his pocket, and Hamilton excused himself as he took a few steps further down the hall to take the call. Its good to see you again, Lorah, managed Spiknard finally. You too, Connor. I cant say I was surprised when I heard you had command of the Vadavah. How many promotions is that which youve turned down now? Two? Connor held up three fingers, biting his lip as he did so. Three, he corrected. I guess Im just not ready for a desk job just yet. The last time we were together, I outranked you two full ranks. And now a few years later, youre my equal. I wonder just how many officers I served with pushed their way ahead in the chain of command. Excuse me, Tashlet? Hamilton spoke snapping him out of his conversation. He held his closed comp-pad in hand as he walked back looking at Connor. 20

Yes, Hashem? Two of your senior officers just arrived. Theyre waiting for us at the moorings. Understood.

Shikisha Tegan Clancy whistled at the sight before him. Standing on the observation deck, he stared out a transparent calendium viewport in complete awe at what lay beyond. Sitting in the construction area, surrounded by many various pieces of scaffolding, docking arms floated the largest warship he saw in his life. Her smooth, sweeping lines and broad wings suggested a shark, not a submarine. He knew the ESF Vadavah SSC 2040 the new flagship of the ESF. He held onto the belief that every inch of the warship rippled with power. Bristling with torpedo tubes, meson cannons, and plasma missiles, she would be the bane of any mariner who dared to cross swords with her. Beside him, Rakisha Darah Damaris stood in wideeyed wonder. Her mouth hung slightly open. Tegan leaned over and shut it. She shot him a sharp look. Which one is Vadavah? Tegan cast his eyes back and forth over the two almost identical ships floating side by side in the completely filled dock. Well, uhI have no idea. Impressive, arent they, Shikisha? Spiknard spoke proudly from behind them. He stepped out into the corridor along with Tashlet Overwells and Jordon. Hashem Hamilton followed, halting beside Tegan and Rakisha Damaris. There he watched them gaze at the Netilat and Vadavah. Tegan shook his head, disbelief alive in his eyes. Both floated 540 feet longer than the Havleting class and he guessed five times the volume. Ill say, sir. They are finished?

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Spiknard nodded pleased, looking at the right side one through the glass. Yes. Right down to the plaques on the wall. The Hashem nodded in approval at the two ships, marvelling their lines and sheer size. Amazing. We finally have ships on the same level as the Alliance. And these were designed and built by us without help. Design alone took the greater part of a year. All in all, it cost the ESF a total of 3.6 billion satsu. Tashlet Jordon gawked at Hamilton. 3.6 Billion? Thats right, including the cost of R&D. The Leadership Council had a choice. We could either let Ryuchi and Candrah dominate the space above while we held the sea below or we could do both like our charter said 500 years ago. Vadavah class is the first ship capable of doing both. The Star Alliance only possesses three classes their self. Hamilton let the comment hang for a moment, then smiled. He looked away to the boarding towers sealed behind a heavy set of chevron style pressure doors. Shall we? The officers entered through the port side transfer bay just south of the bridge fin. Suddenly, they found themselves in a massive arrivals foyer that gleamed from ceiling to floor in chrome, teakon wood, and brass. The area bustled with activity. Workmen scurried around doing the final clean up before launch, scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Immediately in front of the wall sized pressure doors through which they had boarded, engraved into the wall, was a immense 3-pronged trident with flames roiling off its right side; set proudly above the words VADAVAH SSC FIRST OF HER CLASS: VADAVAH. The ruddy honeycomb grates that composed the deck shimmered with a metallic shine attesting to their newness. The boldest changes came in that unlike the Havleting class; all the ships EPS conduits and control systems remained concealed beneath pristine yet finely curved bulkheads that matched the ships sleek exterior. The 22

panels were strictly marked with handles for swift removal, as well as new maintenance tunnels. Jordon cursed as he beheld the immaculate interior with humbled disbelief. Im impressed, he confessed, jealous as he strolled about the arrivals foyer. The foyer was shaped like an octagon with a junction on four opposing sides. They came through one to enter the ship. Directly ahead of them, a pair of massive chevron seal doors sealed off the area. Beyond the other two chevron seal doors were two other corridors that stretched down towards the fore and aft with cross sections to bow and stern. The Hashem stopped for a moment. Further forward is the Port and Aft EVA Hangers. Originally, Vadavah class design called for the transport and launch capacity of at least 10 squadrons of subfighters and starfighters. However, we knew that would be confusing so we went back to the drawing board and created a dual-purpose fighter that functioned equally in either environment. Pegasim Class fighters fulfilled that purpose. I believe that everyone is aware that their first squadron, Shockwave, previously deployed aboard the ESF Carrier Veigh, proved themselves admirably; validating the concept even before the superstructure of these ships was completed. He paused, after gesturing with his arms. We all know these are now our primary class of fighter. So I will reveal now that Pegasim Squadrons first and second were transferred to Vadavah. Netilat received squadrons third and fourth. Therefore, the amount of allowed space for them is quite generous. Jordon rubbed his forehead as he absorbed the data. How many EVA assets total? The Hashem looked back at him, hiding a hint of amusement. Fully loaded? About 90. Exiting the arrival bay, they passed into a beige corridor that ran fore and aft of the ship. The burgundy metallic floor appeared coated with a layer of clear spongy material. It gave as they walked but 23

blocked the sound of footsteps that thundered as the crew ran around. The corridor walls displayed three fluorescent orange light strips that ran down as far as they could see in either direction. One ran along the ceiling and floor moulding and the third one ran in the absolute center of the wall. Jordon smiled, mumbling about emergency lights and why his ship couldnt have this. They walked a small way to a junction point, turned the corner and paused before a turbolift. Hashem Hamilton turned around facing them all. For those of you who served on our starcraft, you are familiar with turbolifts. They shuttled crew and equipment from floor to floor swiftly and quickly. However, our subs never were equipped due to the integrity issue. R&D solved that issue. Tegan looked over at Tashlet Spiknard who as far as he knew, never served on a starcraft. Pleasant surprise washed across his face. He tried hard to contain his glee. No oppressive, omnipresent ladders! Hooyah! Its just a turbolift, Clancy, Rakisha Damaris whispered. You never served on a sub, have you? He whispered back, playfully. I have. Once. She covered her embarrassment that she had been on the last command with him for only a month before they both received their orders. The doors opened up revealing a solid, glowing white interior with a singular button panel. Odd, Tegan remarked, staring at it as they filed in. What is, Shikisha? the Hashem commented, turning to him as the doors shut. The Kudrow Nolas turbolifts didnt have those panels. Youre correct. But this is a dual-purpose ship. Heat dissipation throughout the ship required that voice activated components possess manual backups. He paused, turning to face the ruddy chevron doors. Port EVA Bay. 24

Acknowledged, the deep, sultry female voice responded pleasantly. After about 30 seconds of soft hum, a small rattle revealed that the turbolift arrived. The doors opened, revealing another corridor. Walking a small distance, they approached a set of chevron seal doors with the label Port EVA embossed on them. The Hashem moved towards the two chevron seal doors and paused as the ID scanner matched his face to the onboard databank. A green light flowed across his face for a few seconds, then the light beside the scanner went from blue to green. The access terminal spoke in the same voice, Welcome, Hashem Hamilton. Seconds later, the chevron seal doors hissed briefly. Warning bells sounded, echoing through the hall. Magnetic locks disengaged with an audible thunk. Huge, solid excelsis doors slid apart into floor and ceiling recesses to reveal the cavernous bay within. Looking around the vast chamber, everyone save Hamilton stared in shocked awe. The EVA bay covered all eight decks vertically. Before them, it stretched out 378 feet from port to starboard wall. Its width said 100 feet but Tegan thought it felt like more. Lining the sides of each of the eight levels and eerily illuminated by the shimmering moonpools below, were ranks of four Pegasim class fighters. Barely perceptible from their distance on the deck hung from the ceiling two flags; the golden flag of the Ethaiyam Starsea Force and the sigil of the Vadavah class. Only underneath the sigil rested the name VADAVAH SSC. The moonpools stood before them in brilliant, rippling life. Tegan scratched his head, scanning the walls for another egress system. I know they are a large water-filled section of the ship open to the sea via a system of short tunnels shielded from the crushing depths of the sea beyond by a set of large pressure doors. Frustrated that he appeared unable to find it, he finally spoke up. Where is the stellar egress? 25

Hamilton once again turned to him. This time pleasant surprise shone on his face. I gather you dont approve of using moonpools for egress in a stellar environment? Horror masked Clancys face. Beyond damaging the craft, it would be impossible to exit through. Thats why they are drained, flushed with nitrogen and then opened to the vacuum in a stellar environment. There is a field generator beside each moonpool that allows it to be transferred from sea to stellar egress and back. He clasped his hands behind his back, his voice echoing throughout the otherwise empty chambers. Right now, shes carrying 6 squadrons of 12 Pegasim each, which makes 72 combat-ready EVA assets. Its not your maximum, but the simulations show that this is the best balance for now. Glancing upward, Tegan caught sight of a man on the level above them. And that, my friends, is more than 4 Ryuchi sub fighter carriers, he shouted from above. Everyone else craned their necks upward. Before them stood a non-commissioned officer looking down with a smug grin. A stocky man with fiery red gold curls chasing each other across his cubbish head. He stood proudly, green grey eyes twinkled in smug pleasure, set under his button nose and thick jowls. Those jowls attested to him never missing a meal if he could help it. A massive barrel of a man all the way to his big black boots shining in the reflected light. Hashem Hamilton sighed. Tashlet Spiknard, he said quietly as the young man above vaulted himself off the 10-foot high ledge to land with a skilful grace on the deck below. Id like you to meet your head engineer, Master Engineer Craig Scotti. His rank is that of a Rakisha. Scotti saluted. Spiknard saluted back then offered his hand. How long you been working on this ship, Master? asked Spiknard. 26

What makes you think Ive been working on her, sir? asked the Master with a slight frown, taking Spiknards hand with a firm, strong grip. I cant think of a reason for an junior officer like yourself to be given access to this ship. So, either youre a spy, or youre involved in building my ship. Scotti smiled lopsidedly. Ive been working since she was laid-out on the docks in 38, sir. I know her inside and out. And whats your opinion of her? asked Spiknard with a cautious gaze. Weve built you a glorious ship, Tashlet. You, too, Tashlet. He shoots a gaze towards Overwells. There isnt much that could stand up to her and survive it. Spiknard smiled inwardly as he nodded slowly. Hamilton raised an eyebrow, taking careful note of the exchange between the two officers, and nodded. Master Scotti, Id like you to meet Tashlet Lorah Overwells: Tashlet of the Netilat, Shikisha Tegan Clancy: the Vadavah XO, Rakisha Darah Damaris, 3rd officer and helmsman, and this is Tashlet- Jesse Jordon, interrupted Scotti. Tashlet of the Havleting Gloarr. Sir, its an honor. Jordon looked at Scotti darkly, merely nodding with a frown. Spiknard and Overwells exchanged a wary glance, noting Jordons tension. Master Scotti cleared his throat in the long silence that followed. Well, I should- he stopped with an inward sigh. Probably I should get back to work. Not a bad idea, Jordon intoned with a cold, unimpressed edge. Scotti vanished, leaving Spiknard and Overwells to look at Jordon with pity. Tegan watched it all silently. Jordon was quite a personable man for those who knew him, but he had an infamous reputation when it came to officers like Scotti. Hamilton cleared his throat, motioning to the hangar doors once again. Shall we continue to the bridge? 27

Chevron seal doors shielded the bridge of the Vadavah matched those on the Havleting class. They were dark blue; a contrast to the ships otherwisegleaming maroon and beige corridors. Yet, the doors were much larger than those of the Havleting class. Instead of the standard pressure seal common to all past designs, these doors possessed interlocking joints which enabled the entire bridge fin to be pressurized and magnetically sealed, sealing it off from the rest of the ship entirely. Additionally, a field generator would be activated that gave the bridge fin secondary shielding during stellar missions. The usual accompaniment of caution bells sang as the big doors swung outward with a hiss. Only one wrong thing lingered; darkness. Darkness cloaked the bridge. Everything remained powered down, silent. The Hashem gazed at Spiknard, judging his reaction. Tashlet Spiknard, welcome to your bridge. Sir? bafflement reflected off Spiknards face. Activate her. Shes yours now. Spiknard shrugged as he stepped through the doors. He then nearly jumped out of his skin. Lights snapped on the moment he stepped on to the command deck. Diagnostics screens lit up. Beneath his feet, the hum of machinery brought a soft throbbing through the deck. As everything booted up, that same female voice echoed throughout the cavernous bridge chambers. Authorized Personnel detected. Tashlet Connor J. Spiknard. Commencing first time systems start up. Spiknard froze. What in Nastrod? Primary fusion core: online. Engine systems: standby. Tactical and EVA systems: offline. Helm: offline. Sensor systems: offline. Command systems: online. Stellar shielding: offline. Stellar transport systems: offline. Environmental control: online. All systems nominal. Tegan gazed about. Everyone stood impressed. Hamilton however bore a huge grin. It looks like 28

Master Tashlet Gesher got that computer software working. AI? everyone spoke at once. Yes, the Hashem responded. One of the gifts for our part in ending the darkness. Tegan knew exactly what he spoke of. The Ifurita project. Ota Shippai, genius computer tech, built it for the Benkoku Jinkaku Hikari as the leader of a new generation. She vanished shortly after he did three years before the war. Joshua still lived when it happened. No one knew what happened to the backups or the rootware until now. Thats the Ifurita rootware we got. Our engineers adjusted to work in the ships environment. Stretching for nearly 75 feet in length, 60 feet in width and 120 feet in height, the bridge fin spread over 3 ringed decks, each with its own stations and within clear view of the Command stations at the bridges rear and the view screen at the foremost deck of the bridge. Well, Ill be Siddara Guatama walking the shore of shells Hamilton smiled. Welcome aboard the Vadavah, Connor. Shes your ship now. Situation Room, Freckled Marble Hall, Renshi, Ryuchi Tishryu 2nd, FY 2040 Katzin Helsonn, Daijin of the Ryuchi, scowled. He slammed his fist down on his desk for emphasis, scattering holophotos everywhere. The Chairman of the Sworn Host, Hashem Dan Naveha, stood before the desk with graceful patient. He never takes this well. How long? Naveha paused, choosing his words delicately. Three years, Daijin. Our intel says they have been 29

working on her for three years total from design to completion. Helsonn sank into his chair and sighed. 3 years? Yes, sir. Even our spy agrees. Helsonn dove from his chair to walk to the window. Kiami bay and the breathtaking western hills of Renshi greeted him. The sun sunk into the blue-green water gently as he clenched his fist. Breathtaking vista, Naveha thought as he walking up to the window beside him. A shame its wasted on calming a vengeful son of Hel. He smirked at the inward joke, waiting for the peaceful scene to cool the Daijins nerves. 15 years of this. I control the combined military might of Ryuchi, yet I still have to deal with this madman. He withheld his sigh. If we just made peace, it would be all good. No can do. We must fight. Cant let them win again. Helsonn cleared his throat, then clasped his hands behind his back. A long, drawn out sigh fell from his lips. So when are they to be launched? Chiselled features held a frown as he turned to him. Vadavah, three days. It begins sea trials after formal commissioning. We believe there are two others. No intel on dates other than one is close to commissioning as well. How close? Unknown. Could be the day after, could be a week. Helsonn stepped from the window. A hangdog expression covered his face. Yet golden sunlight highlighted him like a deity, his custom tailored white suit almost glowing. It showed off his think biceps, broad pecs and washboard stomach as well. A full head of gleaming black hair accentuated the long, somewhat sallow face with its bushy handlebar moustache. Naveha stood silent, waiting. His hazel eyes always told his emotion. There, underneath them, a fine webbing of lines revealed his true age, fifties. A Renshi law defender elevated up into this place. Into the silence, he stared off into the western mountains. Like torn tin, they ripped into the sky. 30

Delicate spider webbing linked them together as the monorail ran. Down closer to the slowly illuminating city, young cypress tress speared the every darkening sky. The heat haze of the day fled so he could make the arc of Kiami bay. Its blue green waters lapping slowly against white sands. High above his twelfth story window, a broad winged kwah flew, amber feathers fluttering as it lazed on thermals rising from the sea. After circling for a moment, it saw what it looked for. The kwah banked, two sets of talons ready. It swooped down like a descending missile, scooping up a long, thick khibah swimming a hint too far from its school. The black fish never stood a chance. Then again, if this direction continues, we dont either How does the ESF manage to do this without notice, Dan? How? Helsonn broke the silence with the rhetorical question. Its not as if the Alliance assisted, did it? Not as far as we know? Then how? Tempest was known within two months of laying the keel. Candrah, sir. And theres more. The successful sabotage of the three new subs yielded nothing. However, the spy revealed that Havleting Gloarr will accompany Vadavah on her sea trial. So I believe Vadavah will replace Havleting Gloarr as ESF flagship. Really? That does present us with a somewhat unique opportunity. Hashem Sir? Naveha moved from the window to three steps before him. We are going to kill two daav with one stone. I grow weary of this game. It is time Candrah sees Ethaiyam for what we do; a bully. How so? Naveha asked, the cold stab of dread coursing down his spine, picking away at his insides. Helsonn smiled. By revealing those ships as the war machines they are. He strolled over to a large 3-D 31

chart of the Mizuno Ocean floor. Points claimed by Ryuchi or occupied by Ryuchi citizens glowed orange. The coast of Ryuchi glowed blue. Nawlins Island and its archipelago glowed green. Inaka glowed red. The southern most of Yudah, the largest continent glowed white. All this and Renshi faces the Bridshua Sea. The chart rested on a plotting table in the far corner of the room. Staring at the map, he asked, Where is the Vadavah shakedown going to take her? Intel suggests an easy course from Nawlins to Ahel, Verelmir. Then, here would be perfect, With a dark smile, he pointed at a small seamount named Tyr. It sat within the Ember seamountain range just before the Caleb trough. Naveha hid his horror. Thats a mining station. Theyre civilians. Helsonn nodded. Technically, they are an autonomous Alliance station. Have been since 2025 and maintained neutrality ever since. Ethaiyam doesnt defend it. They ceded it after the station declared autonomy. Attacking them wont necessarily draw out Vadavah the way you intend, sir. Even if we did send a force of sufficient size to meet her, that alone would be enough to raise their suspicions. We cant expect to stand toe to toe and win, he frowned, worried where this would lead. We wont win. Thats the point. We make it look like an unprovoked attack. Candrah will blame them. We get to declare war. And then they lose. We win for good.

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Chapter Two
RED SKY MORNING
WAR IS HEL. SHE LEADS IT WITH
AN IRON FIST AND A CADRE OF KLUDD; THEIR SEALSKIN STILL GLISTENING WITH FRESH BLOOD.

DAIJIN KENSEY KAROV, ON WHY HIS

MILITARY WITHDREW FROM THE SWORN HOST FOLLOWING JOSHUA KIRISUTOS RETURN. KEVISH 8TH, FY 2031

ESF Vadavah SSC 2040, Pier 1, Nawlins, Nawlins Island, Ethaiyam, Tishryu 5th, FY 2040 Sitting on the bridge of the Vadavah, Tashlet Spiknard watched news reports on the main bridge screen. His new uniform, a maroon overshirt buttoned down on the far left with gold buttons and slacks with a gold stripe down the left leg agitated him It wasnt so much a change as it was a surface glossing. The dress uniform and the turtleneck he wore remained. But despite that discomfort, he felt a certain pride being in command of Vadavah. They moved her under the cover of darkness to Pier One, directly adjacent to the ESFs Headquarters on Nawlins channel entrance. She dwarfed the massive structure, but that was expected. The commission ceremony and cast off had completed some time ago. Time now to get to the business of seeing what she could do. 33

Ordering the screen back to a display of the bay, Connor looked at his newly minted executive officer, Shikisha Tegan Clancy, seated to his right. Clancy? Whats our status? he asked with calm repose. Clancy tapped the blank screen before him. It jumped to life with ship-wide system reports. All systems nominal, Tashlet. 60% of crew complement aboard as told by Fleet Tashlet Raphlah. Nawlins command has given us clearance for departure. They wish good journey. Connor smiled. Scanning the rest of the bridge, he saw everyone else shared his joy. His tactical officer, Rakisha Kyle Cuyler gazed around with hazel eyes. Hair like straw, a shade or two darker than his own curled around his round face. And with the exception of himself and Clancy, the most experienced in the room. His uniform spoke of ten years in the ESF as well as being a Yatsar. The sigil, three pins on his collar, spoke of him being a 4th degree master of Kinetics as well as a 6th degree master of nascentics. That will make for interesting tactical handling, he mused. Communications ran swiftly and efficiently under Rakisha Ian Soures. The opposite of Cuyler, he just celebrated his first year of active duty. First in his class, Soures baby face and umber high and tight combined with pinched black eyes gave pause for thought. He held a plain expression, focused on his task. First in his class, says a good deal about him. Hell be worth his salt. Finally, he beheld Vaddy, the ships avatar. Upfront and personal, utter amazement didnt begin to describe Vaddy. Vadavahs AI chose a petite woman about 5 feet tall with a small bust and radiant, shoulder length midnight blue hair. Her eyes shone like black pearls, yet they and her eyelids slanted unlike anything he saw before. Her small drawn up lips glistened pink against her alabaster skin. High cheekbones completed the unworldly look. She stood 34

beside him on the left, to consult and handle other tasks not done by the rest of the six-person bridge. A Shikisha herself, she bore the responsibility of being able to relieve anyone other than the Tashlet of duty. Only the on board doctor, Rakisha Joseph Wiser held more authority in that area. Very well, Helm, Take us out. Breakaway docking arms and braces. Harbor engines ahead one-half. Aye, sir. Breaking away docking arms and braces. Harbor engines answering ahead 6 knots, sir, Shikisha Damaris responded. Beside her, 3 helmsmen stood on the control deck below, one of which sat in the nav-harness, actually flying the ship through the sea. Spiknard turned to communications Rakisha Soures? Get me Tashlet Jordon on the Havleting Gloarr. Already online. Vaddy got him the moment we got underway. On Screen now. The main screen resolved into the face of Tashlet Jesse Jordon on the Havleting Gloarr Bridge. Officers shuffling back and forth, delivering reports and attending to their various duties revealed the business of his bridge. Tashlet Jordon. Weve broken dock. We should be on station in 20 minutes. Jordon smiled, applauding lightly. Congratulations, Tashlet; blue skies and clear horizons to you and your crew. Well hold until you are at grid 772319. The sound of light applause echoed from beyond him. Thank you, Tashlet. Well see you soon. Vadavah: out. The view screen went blank; replaced by diagnostics displays of all the ships systems. The split-level Bridge gave a nearly perfect view of everything that happened in the fin. It was a state of pristine order, the direct opposite of his last command. That was organised chaos; radio chatter sounded from nearly every workstation, officers walked quickly between rows of command and control benches. Silence gripped this 35

bridge. Obviously, all that motion and chatter now went through Vaddy so it didnt need to be emptied in the open air. Disconcerting but refreshing. Tashlet, were making six knots over the bow, sir. Weve cleared the first marker. Very good, Helm. Bring main drives online. Take us to the second marker at your discretion. Once more, Darah Damaris repeated the order with her instructions to the helmsman. Connor, satisfied, rose from his comfortable chair. He began walking leisurely around the upper deck, casting his eye over everything that happened below. Finally, he brought his gaze to rest on the stairwell at the bridges aft. Ill be on the Observation deck. Damaris, you have the bridge. Shikisha Clancy? Rakisha Cuyler? Will you join me? Of course, sir, they replied simultaneously. The trio of officers left the command deck and headed to the stairwell. There, before them sat the entrance to the Observation deck. One of the new features of the Vadavah class was the Observation deck above the main bridge. Usable only when running the surface or while in space, it gave a feeling of the real while they were there. Scrambling awkwardly up the stairwell, Connor pulled himself out of the stairwell on to flat platform surrounded by two sloping transparent walls. At top of the fin, he paused, absorbing the scenery around him. A mounted panel screen stood to his right. A door shaped seam with additional thin passageway in front of it stood behind him. An airlock? Different. Waving everyone on, he walked through the airlock. The wind whipped his uniform harder than hed expected. He remembered in the forecast, but it didnt bother him as he took in a lung full of fresh air, and surveyed the horizons. The Vadavah must be making at least 20 arcminutes over the surface. The spray across the bow whipped into the fin. It spattered a fine mist over the 36

officers behind it. Picking up his binoculars, Connor made another scan of the horizon. He caught the ever shrinking harbor entrance behind them. So, Shikisha Cuyler. Yes sir? The Tactical officer looked at him from his position a few feet away. What do you think of the new ship? Cuyler smiled ruefully. Shes impressive, sir. Bit too big for my taste but still impressive. Spiknard laughed at that. These are desperate times. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Tegan Clancy frowned, unconvinced. Forgive my candor, sir. But are you sure about that? Connor stopped, brought the binoculars back down and sighed. Something hurt there and then. Years of cold war with Ryuchi took its toll. I dont expect you to understand it. Tegan, you and I have known each other for a few years but there are a lot of things you still need to learn. Id like nothing more than a diplomatic solution to this nightmare were living in. I just dont think its going to happen. Its best to be prepared for the worst, than ignore it and hope for the best. Ignorance is rarely bliss. Cuyler remained silent, pensive during the exchange. Casting his eye over the horizon for a moment or two before clearing his throat, he asked, Sir, may I ask a question? You just did, countered Spiknard with a smile. Its still a beautiful day. But please, Rakisha. Do speak your mind. Well, I know that weve been briefed and trained to Nastrod and back on how this ship operates. But through all that, there was one thing they never told us. And that was? How fast does ship go, sir? Connor exchanged a bemused smile with Shikisha Clancy. The ESF had kept the Vadavah top speeds highly classified, and the fact that the engines had 37

been developed in part with the Star Alliance was officially denied by every contractor involved in the ships development. To be honest, we dont know, confessed Spiknard. In theory, she should do 240 arcminutes1 submerged. She supercavitates, so we have a bubble around us, as you well know. Cuyler nodded his head. On the space side, the HNP can move us 1500 light years per burst. Cuyler seemed a little shocked at that. Connor knew exactly what he thought. Havleting Gloarr held a maximum rated top speed of 200 arc-minutes without supercavitation. Vadavah, a ship over 8 times the mass of the Havleting Gloarr effortlessly broke that speed. I see, sir he said quietly. Thank you, sir. Quite welcome, Rakisha. Spiknard frowned as the panel inside the fin chirped loudly. Stepping back in, he activated it. This is Spiknard. Go ahead. It was Damaris. Sir, weve cleared the second marker. Understood. Whats the depth beneath the keel? 984 feet, sir. Connor nodded. He motioned the other officers back in. After the airlock closed for the last time, he responded crisply. Thank you, Shikisha, Secure the bridge and rig for dive. Aye, aye, sir. The screen went blank briefly then spawned stats. Heading back to the stairwell, Spiknard pause to look at the horizon one last time. It would be some time before he saw the sky again. Clear the deck, Gentlemen. Stepping back on to the command deck below, Spiknard resumed command of the Vadavah. Tashlet has the Bridge, he said as Vaddy returned to his side from helm below. Tashlet has the Bridge. Aye. Damaris said as she returned to helm.
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The three men resumed their seats. Shikisha, take us to 360 feet; 10 degrees down bubble. Make depth 360 feet. 10 degrees down bubble, aye sir. Vaddy, Sound dive stations. Sounding Dive stations, Tashlet. Klaxon bells blared all over the Vadavah. Hatches sealed. Expansive ballast tanks opened. Thousands of tons of seawater rushed inside them as the hammerhead bow of the submarine ploughed its way in to the waves. All hands, this is Vadavah. Rig ship for dive! Sir, Helm is 10 degrees down bubble. My depth reads 360 feet and falling. Shikisha Damaris shouted over the klaxons. Steady as she goes, he said, beaming. Nothing can go wrong now. Ryuchi Naval Force Molotoch class submarine Sanborn, 120 miles west of Tyr Mining Station Tishryu 7th, FY 2040 Master Tashlet Spence Nagadi paced as the bridge of the Sanborn hummed in busy life. His patience spent, he flexed his hands, and then brushed his hair. The inexorable waiting continued. Time? he said aloud. Three hours, Tashlet, Shikisha Lewis said looking at his chronograph. An inward groan exited the Tashlet as he turned, walked back the direction he came in short, choppy steps. Conn, Radio. Tashlet Ozon of the Raii wanted to know how much longer. Nagadi stopped. Radio, reply is as follows, I will report when I know. Maintain radio silence until then. Nagadi, out.

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Conn, Radio. Incoming Ultra Low Frequency transmission from fleet command. Its encrypted ultraviolet. And its about bloody time, too. Shikisha Lewis, you have the Conn. Nagadi headed to the radio room just behind the bridge. Under his breath, he muttered obscenities. Aye, sir, Walking aft, he turned into the radio room. The operator already had the message queued up, ready to be decoded. Nagadi decoded the message with his name, rank and command. When the orders appeared on the screen, the radio operator whispered. Sir, is that for real? I believe they are, Kisha. Carry on. Nagadi nodded slowly as he took a long, deep breath. Send word to Tashlet Ozon and the other six out there that the orders have arrived. And transmit them unencrypted. He then headed back to the Bridge. Shikisha, I have the Conn. Aye, sir. The XO stepped away from the Conn as Tashlet Nagadi resumed command of his Ship. Helm, Conn. How far are we from the Tyr Mining station at best possible speed? Approximately 2 hours, sir. Nagadi walked over to his chart table. He traced a course on the map as he ran numbers through his head on speeds, bearings, et all. Lay in a course, make turns for seventy arc-minutes. Aye, sir. The ships executive officer, Shikisha Lewis, approached Nagadi from his post just a few feet across the Conn. Sir, I dont know what our orders involve, but the Tyr is neutral, Tashlet. Nagadi simply nodded grimly and handed the printout to his first officer. The Shikisha began reading them under his breath. He looked up as the full weight of the message hit home. 40

Orders are orders, Shikisha Lewis. And orders, especially of this nature, are not open to interpretation. Of course, sir. Make sure that the lifepods are in order and that everyones home messages are transmitted before we reach Tyr station. Aye, sir. ESF Vadavah SSC 2040. Ember Seamountain range. Tishryu 7th, FY 2040 Kisha Kamala Sabine lay flat on her taut stomach, feet hanging out the port engine nozzle of her ASF-290 Pegasim dualfighter Mark Two, but to her it was Shock 2. Her pride and joy; pride of the Shockwaves. Embroidered on her coveralls, just below the Vadavah logo was Pixie. She hated her call sign because it mocked her. She didnt have the energy everyone though she did. So she rolled over to tighten something else. At 4 11 and 95 pounds, she never got stuck. Yet the call sign spoke nothing of her size so they said, it was her infinite energy, her effervescent cheeriness, and her joy of life. That ran out five minutes ago. The engine better not explode again, she growled silently as she slid out. Ok, try that, she said to the chief bay technician, who supposedly held responsibility for all 76 Pegasim, 12 gunstars and various other craft aboard. All were dual duty save the gunstars. They could function under the waves but were visible for miles due to heat signatures and torrents of bubbles they generated. The techs all moved back from the needle shaped swept wing Pegasim mark two. The chief, a tall, tawny guy with a sword tattoo on his thick neck palmed the remote activator. Slowly, it came to full power with a high-pitched whine. Sabine watched and slowly walked around the gunmetal and metallic grey painted fighter, being careful not to step near the forward 41

intakes or the rear propulsor. Sounding good, take it to 6 g-thrust. The chief boosted the power on the engine, causing the deck to vibrate slightly beneath their feet. The deep bass hum rumbled within her. I think weve-- An overwhelming boom rumbled across everyone, knocking Kamala off her feet. Shrapnel shot out the back of the engine followed by a black plume of smoke. It then began a sickening fingernails-on-chalkboard whine as the engines fan blades and propulsor assembly broke apart, and flung themselves out the nozzle. She grimaced painfully at the sight, the fifth time this day. No, no, NO! Shut it down! The engineer killed the power. After five minutes of walking around the fighter with a diagnostic scanner and comp-pad, he sighed. He walked around to the back of the fighter, and popped open a panel just above then the engine nozzle where the propulsor resided, ripped out a charred EPS tap and a mass of shredded white striped blue power conduit, followed by numerous shattered fan blades. He then turned to Sabine. Well Kisha, it looks like we found the problem. He tossed the blackened tap onto the ruddy, dimpled deck. It skidded to a few inches in front of her feet. A bad tap fried the coolant motor. When the ducts went, the electromagnets overheated. And that produced the boom. This time itll take a new engine. We have a few to spare, Kisha He sighed, frustrated. He grimaced as he pulled out more fan blade splinters and sheared propulsor shafts from the rear of the engine. He shrugged and tossed them on the deck in defeat. Siddara Guatama. How soon? He shook his head. Had I known that was the problem, I could have done something to save the engines, he scratched his head, trying to think of the appropriate words. Well, we turned the entire engine 42

inside out literally. We should be lucky the engine didnt damage the reactor when it blew. Chief? 24 hours. Ill put three men on it. You will have it tomorrow evening. Sabine sighed. There was no point in glum blues. While the Squadron maintained reserve fighters, she hated flying the things. They never felt right. Thank you. Your expertise is invaluable, Master Isha. The bay chief gave her a reassuring smile. Dont worry, Kisha. Ill give you the best fighter on the whole ship. She winked at him before she turned away to leave the flight deck. She wiped off her hands with a red equip rag that had been hanging from her belt, before tossing it into the collections bucket near the bay doors. Thanks. Passing into the corridor outside the hanger bay, she walked it defeated, frustrated, and gloomy. Without warning, as we turned the junction corner, she slammed straight into another officer who happened to be carrying a mug of steaming java. The shadowy liquid splashed across the mans uniform. He stumbled away, tripped and fell. Kamala herself fell, hitting the deck as the steel mug emblazoned with Vadavahs sigil clanked across it. Looking up again, she immediately realized who it was whom shed just run in to. Nidhogs consume me! Shikisha, Im so sorry. Let me help you. Wing Shikisha Gabril Stranahan sat on the floor, wearing an amused scowl. With Sabines tiny hand in his, he drew himself to his feet. After brushing himself down, he retrieved the now-empty mug. Well thats one way to start the day, Kamala he said to her with a helpless grin. I am so sorry, sir. I just wasnt even paying attention 43

Whats wrong? he asked, concerned while wringing the jumpsuit top out. My Shockwave just self destructed. The Wing Shikisha opened his mouth, then realized what she said. A degree of incredulousness slipped over his face. So thats what that noise was. I heard it from down the hall. Sorry sir, she said horrified. It was an accident, Kisha. Relax; it isnt the end of everything. He stroked his bronze hair back. It grew longer than the other men aboard because it grew in such tight curls it couldnt be cut in the high and tight. So it stood in a short column with bangs across his short forehead. Grey eyes smiled back at Kamala, still amused. Id better get changed. Stranahan nodded as he wiped his hands on the back of his trousers. Sabines muted yes sir barely reached him as the Shikisha disappeared. She gritted her teeth, sighing as she continued her walk towards fighter command, one deck above. This was going to be a very bad day. Tashlet Spiknard walked down Vadavahs long corridors on his way to Engineering. Normally, the trip took ten minutes on a Havleting class ship, less on the smaller subs. On Vadavah, a maglev transport tunnel ran down the center of the ship. Similar to the turbolifts, yet it ran horizontally. A swift solution for this massive ship, yet one unavailable to him or anyone other crew member right now. The superconducting magnet alignment is not within tolerances so it is offline, he remembered Vaddy telling him as we walked by another of the many blue metal doors with the maglev logo, a circled ampersand. A journey of 1275 feet every time he needed to get there, until it came online. Next time we are dry-docked, its getting done. I wouldnt be surprised if, Host Kisha Neff made his company of shock troops use this for their morning run. 44

Upon reaching engineering, and passing through its handprint security, he quickly moved to the fusion core. In the direct center of engineering, its engine lights glowed softly, secured behind support frames. Its coolant hosed snaked about like errant hair, making it appear like an upside down showerhead, frozen during use. It consumed the room it rested in, extending into the deck above. Crew worked furtively, reading panels, scanning parts, ensuring that the supercool fuel and waste product hoses didnt clog breach or kink. Into this festive melee, Connor shouted, Master Kisha Scotti? The hum of the fusion core, the buzz of the crew and an odd bubbly burping sound filled the air around him. But no Scotti. Surveying the area, various alcoves held equipment familiar and strange. Monitors, displays and workstation panels were everywhere. Access and maintenance tunnel doors, panels and open crawlways scattered themselves like tossed playing cards. A maintenance duct suddenly clattered. Out of the dark opening appeared a sharp light then Master Kisha Craig Scotti, head first. After a roll, he popped to his feet like a gymnast completing his routine. Sir, what brings you down my end of the world? he asked after the customary salute. Connor put his hand on his waist. I understand the power system is laid out here differently than any other vessel. Nevertheless, there are issues that have come up including Vaddy telling me the maglev is offline due to the magnets needing alignment. Scotti nodded as he brushed his hands off. Almost every department complained of power issues. Tactical said his station and the weapons locker would fail, then reboot requiring authentication. Its eaten over an hour of his time. As for aligning the magnets, Vaddys right. That can only be done at dry-dock or in space mode. In space, the compartment can be vented to space and set to zero gee. In sea mode, the gravity 45

plating is off. The rest is basically crew quarters and auxiliary systems, correct? Correct, Master Kisha. How soon can you fix it? Umm. It is being worked on, Tashlet, he hesitated, frowning. I dont know, sir. Why? Connor spat, frowning now as well. The problem is in an EPS junction used by the sensor array and eight other systems. It failed about two hours ago so I rerouted power through the Port EVA bay core junction point which wasnt apparently designed to handle the load of the entire ship, just the bay itself. So it failed as well. I replaced the first one myself just now, but the other is in a location that I cant get to without getting wet. Wet? Connor queried, confused. Yes sir. The launch tubes are flooded while we are in sea mode. And while Im sure they believed that the access way that runs beneath would remain dry, they ignored the fact that the seals were in fact fields. Fields tied into the power grid. Fields that fell when the junction failed. It took five minutes to flood the access way. Worry stuck an icy pick into Connors side. Tell me it didnt damage anything critical? It didnt. It accesses the launch magnets and those taps and junctions were designed to be submerged in saline water. He smiled, brushing his hair back. So I sent someone off to take care of it. Authorized them to be rigged for a dive. Connor smiled. As long as the EVA bays dont need to launch fighters, Im good for power? Yes, I would agree, Scotti nodded. Just then, his hand-comm chirped. Master Scotti here. Master Scotti, Barrens here. I just completed the replacement of the junction. Soft bubbling sounds tricked in the background. As you can tell the handcomm works well wet too. Connor stifled a laugh. Scotti? 46

Scotti cast his gaze up. Good work, brief me when youre back. Scotti out. Understood, Barrens out. Yes, Tashlet? Scotti responded, a frown again on his lips. On another note, I understand that you-- All hands, Crisis alert. Off-duty personnel to duty stations. I repeat, Crisis alert, Vaddys voice came over the intercom as well as through both Connors and Scottis hand-comms. Vaddy, herself, materialized beside Connor, her face sharp and serious. Tashlet, youre needed on the bridge. Understood, Connor said to her as several hemispheres across engineering flashes a sickly green. Short, low horn blasts sounded as Scotti eyed Vaddy. My repairbots are fully capable, Master Kisha, she said, after a few seconds of staring. I was built for this. So you say. Master Kisha! Connor said hastily. We will finish this later. Scotti saluted, and ran to the Engineering master station to see about the crisis. Vaddy ran with Connor as he sprinted the distance. Status report, he said, breathing heavy. A general distress call from the Tyr mining station. They report being under attack from a squadron of Ryuchi subs, possibly Molotoch class. The station is Alliance controlled. Those vulgar sons of darkness! He hissed as he rounded the corner. Any other transmissions exiting the station? Yes, too much to track. What are you thinking, Tashlet? He huffed, stopping just 20 feet before the bridge doors. We must assume they contacted the Alliance Ambassador in Nawlins. Activate the bridge cameras. Launch cloaked cameras, and record any transmissions from the Ryuchi subs. Focus on ULF 47

and VIR bands. Gather what you can, because no matter what, the flames ignited the torch. How long it burns is up to us. Aye, sir. Bridge cameras active. Everything from this point on enters the record. As he stepped through the doors, the Bridge was chaos. Officers arrived at their stations and began to bring Vadavah to into Sea Crisis mode. The massive chevron seal doors closed behind him, locking everyone inside. Clancy rose from the Tashlets chair, his face impassive. Tashlet on the bridge! As you were, Connor said, quickly. Behind him walked Vaddy, who halted in her usual spot. Vaddy briefed me already. Whats our heading? Both Vaddy and Clancy spoke together. NNE at 112 arc-minutes. Clancy silenced himself, perplexed as Vaddy continued. We are 50 sea-miles away, Tashlet Thank you, Vaddy, He said flatly. XO, who else is near? No one, sir, other than Havleting Gloarr behind us. A deep frown settled on Spiknards face. Something is wrong. Helsonn cant be that insane. So why does this feel like a set up? Conn, Helm. ETA at current speed? Helm, 35 minutes, sir Damaris remarked over the din. Connor bit down. Too long, he growled. Kisha Soures, Get me Tashlet Jordon on the Havleting Gloarr, violet priority. Aye, sir. Connor paced around his chair, flexing his hands. Its a trap. I know it, he mumbled to himself. The RNF attacks a neutral station, which transmits a distress call. They know that only us or Havleting Gloarr will be able to respond. Then they attack us before we can finish the shakedown. Accursed Helsonn. 48

Vaddy stepped in front of him on his third orbit of the chair. Tashlet, please sit down. Your stress rating is an unhealthy 12. Connor glanced darkly at her. I would prefer to stand. As he turned his back, the bridges main screen resolved to the image of Jordon on the bridge of the Havleting Gloarr. Tashlet Spiknard? Connor whipped around, and sat. Tashlet Jordon, whats Havleting Gloarrs status? Organized chaos consumed Jordons bridge. Shouted commands about the distress call echoed in the background. Tashlet Jordon stood beside the main sensor panel vastly vexed. At our best speed, were about 15 minutes from your position, Tashlet, and even longer to get to the station. By the time we arrive, he stopped letting his silence state the obvious. Spiknard nodded solemnly. Vadavah, despite her still being untested, could come to the stations rescue. Understood, Tashlet. Well handle it. For the sea, Tashlet, Jordon out, Jordon said still annoyed. For the sea, Tashlet, Connor replied, cutting the transmission from his seat. He immediately rose again, walking to behind his seat. The viewscreen displayed a detailed map of the stations location in relation to the Vadavah, as well as a cross-section of the station its self and the seamountain range around it. Helm, lay in a course for the Tyr Mining Station. 250 arcminutes. Clancy looked at the Tashlet in concern. Sir, with all due respect, 250 arc-minutes is beyond the tested speed of the -- Spiknard cast a stern glare at the XO. But Vaddy spoke up. XO, I am the ship. I am as fully aware of my capacities as you are of yours. If Tashlet Spiknard asks for a speed that cannot be performed, I will let 49

him know. The glare on her face, shocked everyone to silence, including Clancy. I apologize, Vaddy, he intoned, grasping his composure. While I am not currently supercavitating, I can. My top speed is well over the 300 arc-minute barrier. She paused for a second with a dramatic sigh. All this structure is redundant. In fact, I can control the ship with only the Tashlet and I on the bridge. This design here was to relieve the training curve. Do not assume that because you see this avatar, I am dumb. I am aware of a lot more than you could process. Dont question my abilities again. Spiknard watched them both, noticing Clancys sudden tension. Shikisha Damaris, he said, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Bring the supercavitation engine online and take us to 220 arc-minutes. Engage on my mark, and with a flourish of his hand, he marked the air. Several officers on the bridge failed to stifle their laughter, and Clancy looked somewhat concerned, giving Connor a wary, open-mouthed expression of distress. Spiknard simply popped his joints, a boyish smile resting on his lips. Mark! RNF Molotoch class submarine Sanborn. Tyr Mining Station. Tishryu 7th, FY 2040 Tashlet Nagadi gave the order. Tactical, Conn. Reload tubes one-through-six. Conn, Tactical. Reload tubes one-through-six, aye. Nagadi patiently paced back and forth, looking at his chronograph again. With Vadavahs arrival imminent, he saw no need to use excessive force against the station. In truth, wisdom said to conserve as many of his torpedoes as possible for when the she arrived. Yet from the limited intelligence on her, he knew suicide when he saw it. She stared back, unblinking, beckoning and cajoling. And he could do nothing but 50

save himself and his crew. And thats what he prepared for. As he stared out across his bridge, he sighed. All non essential personnel already left on lifepods. The 25 or so including himself had three lifepods to go to when she arrived. They had drawn straws to be left behind, with the possibility of return by watery implosion. We know Havleting Gloarrs power. We know whenever we have come to blows with her, in some cases we didnt walk away at all. Nevertheless, it pains me that Central Command doesnt learn. All 8 SSNs did the same things. Dump essential personnel, draw straws, and wait to escape this return trap their loyalty to the RNF brought them. Thrown away on a futile vendetta. Conn, Sonar. I have a new contact. Bearing 085 and closing, sir. Speed: 217 arc-minutes. Its Vadavah, from the intel you gave. Nagadi nodded. ETA? The sonar operators sweating betrayed his nervousness. 5 minutes, Tashlet. Nagadi rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Understood: Designate contact as master five. Transmit to CeCom. Aye, sir. Nagadi released a long, slow breath. Looking at his chronograph again and taking note of the time, he knew that in 5 minutes, hed meet his adversary. Fire Control, Conn. Open the outer doors on tubes 1 and 2. Match previous firing solutions with the station again. Fire control, aye. Nagadi counted down the seconds. Timing was everything. Shikisha Lewis looked to him, waiting for the next order. Sir? Patient, Shikisha. He sighed. Fire control, Conn. Fire tubes one and two. Fire tubes one and two, aye sir. Two torpedoes burst out of their tubes and towards the mountain the mining station rested on with an ear 51

piercing shriek. Heard throughout the entire submarine, it was the sound of return; their own. For the miners it would have been the same, had he actually targeted them but Nagadi would not be ordered to murder innocents for a vendetta, no matter what. The mountain, on the other hand didnt live. Conn, fire control. Torpedoes are live. Running hot, straight and normal. Time to impact: 35 seconds. Nagadi nodded in approval. 35 seconds. Excellent. Conn, Sonar. Shes here. ID computer confirms. It is Vadavah. Tashlet Spiknard watched grimly as the lead Ryuchi sub fired two torpedoes at the station. Shikisha, can you destroy those torpedoes? Yes, sir. He closed his eyes, and closed his hands over each other. Placing them, now glowing back onto the panel, we whispered something before he opened his eyes. Five seconds later, the Ryuchi torpedoes simply crumpled into a fine power, their warheads imploded violently well away from the station, saving it from further harm. Can you identify that sub? Connor asked Cuyler, while examining the streams of information that poured out onto his viewscreen. Leaning back into his seat, he glanced up at the main viewscreen before looking at his own again. Aye sir. Her acoustic profile reveals her as RNF Sanborn. Signs of hijacking? No, sir. This is the real deal. Spiknards lip curled in a disgusted snarl. You shell eating Selkie mongrels. Trap or no, you arent going to destroy the station. Soures, get me the Sanborn, now! Kisha Soures hands flew across his station. Channel open, sir. 52

RNF Sanborn, this is Tashlet Connor Spiknard of the ESF Vadavah. Your attack on this station is provocative and in direct violation of established planetary coda as well as Ethaiyam coda. Be advised that the sea you are in is Ethaiyam sovereign territory. Stand down and prepare to be boarded. If you fail to comply, we will be left with no alternative but to use force. The Bridge screen displayed the impassive face of the RNF Tashlet. Behind him, an oddly empty bridge with what appeared to be five people moving about. Connor caught the horrified face of their tactical officer and smiled. Yes, we outgun you, heavily. Tashlet Spiknard, the station is Alliance controlled as is the seamount. As of this moment, your vessel is interfering with a Ryuchi affair, conducted in accordance with planetary coda. An attempt to impede or board these subs is an act of aggression against Ryuchi. That will not be tolerated. I implore you, withdraw now or be met with lethal force. Connor scrubbed his chin, whispered to Vaddy to cut the sound. She nodded. Sound muted. Cuyler, anything I should know? he inquired, desperate for an angle. There are eight subs total. All have their tubes open and actively targeting us. They are all Molotoch class subs, the furthest two miles away. Sanborn is the closest. Only the farthest two, Reasor and Riverdeep, can get torpedoes armed in time. Vaddy said succinctly. The willingness to fire on the Vadavah revealed a big problem, he mused, still it only goes to prove this is a trap. The RNF Tashlet appeared agitated, paced back and forth. Cue sound, Connor ordered, staring at the screen again. Vaddy nodded. Tashlet, regardless of your orders, you are in sovereign Ethaiyam waters and hence subject to our laws. The RNF is in our waters by our behest. SO I 53

leave the choice in your hands. Close your tubes and withdraw and you will not be fired upon. Anything else is an act of aggression against a sovereign agent of the ESF. It will be met with the appropriate response. If you fire on us, you arent starting a war, just insuring your return and the exile of your Daijin, again. The Tashlet didnt flinch. No, Vadavah. The decision is yours. Abruptly, the transmission ended. With the screen blank, Spiknard stared at it in silence. The arrogance of the Tashlet was going to get a lot of people killed. Cuyler, have they closed the tubes? No, Tashlet. They havent. Connor nodded grimly and fell back in to the chair. Helm, Put us between the Ryuchi submariners and the station. Tactical, load all tubes. Tubes one and two to fifty percent charge. Aye, Tashlet. Loading all tubes, Tubes one and two, plasma warheads to 50 percent charge. And Cuyler, Connor said with a dark grin, If you plan on using a Yatsar call, please tell me. Cuyler flushed maroon. Yes, sir. Sorry, sir Dont be sorry. Be accurate. Clancy looked worriedly at his Tashlet. Sir? Rising from his seat, Connor returned Clancys stare. First two are warning shots. We only want to stop them, Shikisha. Not destroy them. Spiknard looked back to Shikisha Cuyler at tactical. Fire Control: Activate the meson cannons, match sensor bearings for tubes one through six, then acquire shooting solutions for all eight subs. He grinned to himself, Open all outer doors. I am not firing first, purposely starting a war by doing so, but you wont intimidate me either. Aye, sir. Meson cannon activation sequence begun. Vaddy? He said, concerned. Two minute activation sequence. The reactors need time to ready themselves, she remarked flatly. He nodded. Have any other the subs moved yet? 54

No, sir, Clancy said, irritated. They seek destruction. Connor looked at him oddly. Soures, inform Shikisha Stranahan to prep the Pegasim for launch. Aye, sir. Clancy began clenching his fists in front of his abdomen. A long, deep sigh left him as he continued his flexing, visually boring into his command console. Thoughts, XO? Connor remarked, noticing his stress. 24 Plasma Force Isolation torpedo batteries. Each battery, a cluster of six tubes that rotated like an ancient Alliance six-shooter. Simultaneous loading and firing with limitless rate of fire. Six meson cannons trained on them. Why dont they leave? Do they care so little for their lives, or so much for their insane Daijin? he whispered with piercing fury. Vaddy turned to him, her eyes shining. Yes, their traffic says as much. Cuyler shouted, jolting everyone. Sir! We have two dozen torpedoes in the water, straight target! Time to impact: 120 seconds. Call away, Rakisha. Fire intercepts before you do. Aye, sir, he remarked with particular delight. Vaddy bellowed over the intercom. All hands, prepare for multiple impacts. Vadavah fired her intercept torpedoes in a rapid, pump action. Their plasma engine banshee screams tore throughout the bridge as the weapons threw themselves through the water to find and destroy the incoming RNF torpedoes. For the most part, they did. And when Cuyler saw how many were left, he dove up from his post. Standing back a step, he formed a white sphere of light, resting it on the console before him. Filled with seawater, he crushed the sphere with a massive blow from his stretched back arms, as he whispered, Force of Glory. Connor and the rest of the bridge crew watched as he repeated the yatsaryad 55

eight more times in rapid succession, soaking himself in the process. XO? Intercepts took out eight marks. The first two at 50% disrupted the sensor console of those marks causing them to impact the RyuchiGlory. Cuylers dance destroyed twelve and crippled one ship. Unknown which one at this point. With all due respect, sir, its Force of Glory, Cuyler responded swiftly. Noted, Rakisha, he said with a sigh. Conn, Helm. Evasive maneuvers. Take us under the Sanborn and Riverdeep. Aye, sir. Damaris announced, and then began barking orders of her own. Taking a deep breath, Connor spoke, Fire control: Fire tubes one through six, complete rotation, spread the wealth. Cuylers crewman sagged as he shouted. Aye, sir. Firing tubes one through six, complete rotation, spreading the wealth. Cuyler looked at Spiknard, his eyes cold. Remaining two still hot and locked. Time to impact: 30 seconds. he warned. Using Field of Ice Tashlet to delock marks. Connor raised an eyebrow. Understood. Proceed. Before looking to Vaddy, Cuyler pulled up a space mode shielding system window on his panel. Vaddy, I need you to activate the port shield for one second at 50% and the main deflector array for five seconds. Everyone stared at him dumbfounded except Vaddy. Done, she commented with a nod. Cuyler waved his glowing hands in a swift flourish. Turning back to his console, he sighed, frustrated. One mark remaining. 10 seconds to impact. Spiknard gritted his teeth, bracing himself. As he strapped himself in, he barked Sound collision alert. All hands, brace for impact. 56

Loud, obnoxious bells rang across the ship. Blood red shadows replaced the sickly green as the massive bridge doors slammed shut with a jarring thunk. The door seal itself hissed and clunked one final time as a secondary seal activated. A rumbling roar drowned out the bells as the doors all over the bridge pressurized. All across the ship watertight bulkheads slammed shut, crew moved into the interior sections and the flight crew prepped for launch. Vaddys voice echoed across the ship All hands, Collision alert! Brace for impact! Cuyler groaned. Impact in 10987654321. Silence reigned as everyone held their collective breath, waiting for the inevitable jarring shock of explosion. The remaining torpedo slammed into Vadavahs hull, exploding in monstrous force. A half-ton of concussive power caused her synthskin to ripple and flex, tearing in several locations. The excelsis plating, mined and refined from asteroids for its strength, absorbed the explosion as it expected to. Yet several rivets sheared from their positions as the sea pushed through four buckled plates, rushing salty, freezing liquid inside. The bridge rumbled as the deafening detonation roared through, knocking several crewmembers to the decking. Connor rolled and bounced under the chairs restraints. Damage report! He bellowed. Clancys hand instinctively hit several controls on his command console. His looked up, a grimace darkened by fury. Hull breach on deck C sections 5. We took on water there. Casualties are unknown. Thank you, Adoni, he thought as he blew out a relieved sigh. Seal off that section. Alert engineering to send out damage crews. Cuyler, condition of our marks? Intercepts destroyed twelve. Of the remaining 24, sir 23 hit their targets hot, straight and true. Riverdeep and Sanborn are no more. One torpedo veered off course striking the Renshiglory. Unknown damage, but shes silent and motionless. 57

Vaddy turned to Connor. Theres no traffic at all from her at all. Then shes gone. It appears so. Spiknard looked around his bridge, noticing his crew recovered. A few of the most junior officers looked absolutely petrified with fright. The Ryuchians, for all intents and purposes, just declared war on Vadavah. It looks like they dont want to play nicely. Lets end this. Fire Control: Target Meson cannons on Archon and Kleanbreaker engines. Do you have shooting solutions? Yes sir. Shooting solutions for all tubes and torpedoes have been plotted. Fire at will. Fire tubes one through twelve, full power. Fire on my mark-- Comm. Sensors are picking up numerous small objects heading for surface. They appear to be lifepods, sir. XO, confirmation? Clancy and Vaddy nodded at same time. They are. I have ones from the Sanborn, Archon, Renshiglory, Reasor, and Boland, he read the list with a wry grin. Conn, Tactical, eight more torpedoes in water. Intercepts already on them. Commencing Field of Ice again followed by Shockwave, Cuyler replied calmly. Understood, Connor said staring at the main viewer and its display of the action. Cuyler rose again. Vaddy, how long can the aft and bridge shields remain active under water? 15 seconds, she answered, concern slathered across her face. I need ten and medical on stand-by. Understood. Youre vitals are connected to the medbay; Doctor Vatson watching. Mark, Connor announced. Eyes shifted to Cuyler surrounded with a sparkling white field. Arms extended, he leaned back as he swept them forward. 58

The field pulsed for a few seconds and collapsed, pale sweat dripping from Cuyler. Rakisha? Connor asked as Cuyler slumped into his chair. Fine, sir. Just drained. Sir, all fish have gone active. Independent targeting systems are online, and are running hot, straight and normal. Spiknard coolly nodded. Feed targeting telemetry to the fish and continue. Aye, sir. Of the eight marks, none survived Shockwave sir. Sensors indicate that the Raii closed her tubes. She is no longer painting us, sir. Tashlet! interrupted Kisha Soures from the communications station. Sir, we have a priority one distress call from the Havleting Gloarr. They report they are under attack from superior Ryuchi forces and requesting immediate assistance from any available ships. All eyes on the Bridge looked immediately to Connor, and his stomach sank. Ryuchi, for all intents and purposes, just declared war, and now Im faced with an intolerable decision: abandon the civilians aboard the crippled Tyr station, or let Havleting Gloarr fend for herself. The quintessential no-win situation so many ESF commanders dealt with over the last decade, but never had the stakes been so high. Silence surrounded Tashlet Connor Spiknard, a man of 31 years of ESF service, as he hesitated, horror etched on his face. Sir! reported Cuyler. Confirmed impacts on 3 targets from our own weapons, sir. Kleanbreaker and Renshiglory are breaking up, the Raii disengaging. What of the other 3? Connor asked soberly Theyre still firing, sir! Siddara Guatama! Tashlet, we have four more torpedoes in the water, closing fast! Spiknard ground his fingers into the chair. Havleting Gloarr is on her own. I have to protect my own ship, and I cant compromise that. Burn in Tophet, Helsonn. Fire intercepts; all tubes! Helm, come about 59

to 270. Show them our prow. Stern, left one third, easy on the planes. Fourteen more intercepts shot out from the Vadavah tubes. Guided by the SSCs visual sonar and active sensor targeting arrays, the countermeasures, one by one, blasted their marks into dust before they went active. Spiknard looked to the tactical station again, ran some quick math through his head as he studied the screen. Cuyler, are any of the subs still firing now? No, Tashlet, he said with obvious relief. Tashlet, massive magnetic distortion coming from Tyr. I believe their fusion reactor is about to fail, Vaddy said worry entering her voice. Communications; get me the Tyr station. Yes, sir Vadavah hovered over the station, wounded, but on guard. The torpedo that struck her along her starboard side at the battles onset, produced a minor hull breach. Yet the ugly scar that marred her elegant hull reflected in glowing detail as the ships sensor probes buzzed around, illuminating first the hull then the station with flood lamps. They provided eyes and ears for the damage control teams aboard. The main view screen displayed the garbled digital signal from Tyrs command center. Frames dropped every other second as the system filters tried to clean it up. Finally after a minute, the signal stabilized. The relieved yet exhausted face of the Tyrs leader stared blankly ahead, waiting. Behind him, several burnt consoles exploded, showering sparks. Fire suppression snuffed out the dancing red flames as soon as they arose. Junctions sprayed watery mist as alarm bell rang in the background. Tashlet Spiknard grimaced as he looked at the mess behind the man on screen. Sir, I am Tashlet Connor Spiknard of Ethaiyam Starsea Force Vadavah. Whats your condition? The minister managed a half-smile. You have our thanks, Tashlet. I am First Emissary Rackell of the 60

Alliance of Stars Planetary Transformation division. Yan Kinera, the stations administrator has returned. We sustained heavy casualties. Our fusion reaction is collapsing. Its magnetic flux density has passed structural limits allowing the fusion torus to punch out of its container. The safety overrides cant shut it down, they are offline. The-- A massive white flash saturated the screen, killing the feed. Connor groaned. XO! Lifesigns? he bellowed. Clancy looked at him horrified. 15, sir. I have re-established communications with the First Emissary, Tashlet, Soures announced, with a quick exhale. First Emissary, I thought we lost you, Connor said to the man now shrouded in bloody darkness. Us as well. As you can see, our situation is grave. We need immediate assistance. He rubbed his bald forehead wrinkled with age, and darkened by twin suns. Connor turned to his XO, and asked in his calmest voice. Shikisha, prepare a shuttle for immediate deployment with a repair crew for the station. Tell them to take whatever they need to restore the stations fusion core and seal the leaks. The Tashlet turned again to the minister on the bridge screen. First Emissary, if you didnt hear that, we are sending over a repair crew to assist you. They will help you restore Tyrs reactor until a full relief party can be dispatched to the station. Im afraid that this ship is unable to handle a rescue operation at this point in time. Rackell nodded, ringing his hands. Yet, his expression softened somewhat. I understand, Tashlet. Thank you. Wishes and dreams, as you say. He chest saluted him and cut the link. Connor stared at the empty screen, enraged. Vaddy, what do we have on Tyrs fusion core? Tyr is an old station from the very first days of the oceanic boom of the 17th century, and did not have the 61

same facilities as the more heavily populated, central commerce hubs such as the Serif station off the Roshan coast. ESF and EP moderated sub-surface station fusion cores are dual stage CNO fusion cores. Tyr is deuterium fusion and while the newer ones failsafes guaranteed reaction cessation in the event of catastrophic failure, older ones like Tyr very literally exploded when the system died simply because the reaction continued until the field collapsed, or it ran out of fuel. EP environmental believes that independent facilities such as Tyr did not have the luxury of upgrading such massively integrated and costly core installations such as fusion cores due to monetary and political concerns. He nodded. Thank you, its what I expected. Helm, Havleting Gloarr needs our help, he said quietly, Bring us around the station in a wide circle well shadow the Molotochim as long as we can. Lay in a course for Havleting Gloarrs last known position. Give me all the speed you have.

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Chapter Three
RAGE AGAINST THE MOON
APATHY IS THE GLOVE EVIL SLIPS ITS HAND INTO. SAMIEL ADAMS, DURING A SPEECH IN SUPPORT OF SHIHASHA MARAH SERAPHA OF CANDRAH, AV 9TH, FY 2036
Ember seamountain range ESF Vadavah SSC 2040s ASF-290 Pegasim First Squadron: Shockwave. Tishryu 8th, FY 2040 Still nothing. You got anything, Pixie? Nothing, Moonman. Nothing, Kisha Kamala Sabine sighed, squeezing the infinity symbol shaped drive stick. Seated inside the close fitting cockpit of her new Pegasim doing 120 arc-seconds through the submerged Ember mountain range. The fighter came from one of the Vadavah reserve squadrons and the bay had just finished transferring her own fighter controls onto the new dualfighter when the attack began. Yet these controls remained doggy; tight, sluggish and slow to respond to her actions. That fact frustrated her and worse, the squadron markings on the Pegasims tail, cockpit and fins didnt exist, only the simple grey monotones of a factory-paint job, rather than the Shockwaves prismatic rainbow scheme. With her, several other fighters, including one flown by Wing Shikisha Stranahan, flew a standard grid search pattern. Three miles to her rear and increasing, Vadavah rested, her own sensor 63

information linked to the Pegasim fighters that darted deep within the mountain range. Pixie to Riftrusher. Still nothing. No discernable wreckage and no beacons. Its been nearly 12 hours. Ive got nothing on short range. Does Tashlet believe Havleting Gloarr is lost? Yes. He believes so. If shes around here, shes in pieces. Riftrusher, Im inclined to agree with Pixie. Weve been searching for nearly 12 hours straight. I dont think shes here, sir, Isha Julian Hammond, impatiently interrupted. Well make a final pass over the range. If nothing is out there, well call it a day, Wing Shikisha Stranahan remarked weary. Understood, Riftrunner. Pixie out. Kamala stared at the controls relieved. Almost done. So I can the other officers handle the grim task ahead. Active sensors lit up, displaying scattered sonar returns less than a minute away. Pixie to Riftrusher, Ive got unknowns bearing 090, distance: four miles. Unknowns have no transponders or radio traffic. I see it, Pixie. Well done. All fighters approach with caution. Should you encounter hostiles, be advised, you are weapons-free. Sabine boosted her throttle and came about to the designated nav-beacon. The ocean floor accelerated into deep blue blur beneath her as the Pegasim flew so close to the surface, mud swirled up clouding the water behind her. Why the standard ESF training doctrines frowned upon my creative flying, I dont understand. But then again, I dont care. It makes even the most sobering and mundane missions just that much more enjoyable, she mused to herself. Switching between the IR, UV, active, passive, gravimetric and isokinetic sensor modes on the cockpit consoles, she frowned as she neared the point displayed by her sonar. As she decelerated and began the wide loop to over the site, the virtual-map of the 64

seafloor on her display as well as the klieg lights on her fighter made her gasp in shock. Holy toast, she whispered to herself. Riftrunner, are you seeing this? Angered anguish marked her voice, a voice of vengeance. Before her, strewn across a pockmarked, overturned seabed, shattered, burst hulks of three Ryuchi Barlodir class submersion cruisers. Interspersed among them, indicated by fading, ghostly echo of their failing transponder signals, the splintered remains of half a dozen ESF Valdris class subfighters. Those stupid Hel spawned shunen, she spat angrily. The screens confirmed what lied before her, illuminated against the inky night; the remains of Havleting Gloarrs entire EVA corps. The shattered debris, ruined hulls and scattered transponders of Valdris fighters, sea speeders and even sea launches were all that was left. Still pinging away amongst them, numerous Ryuchi transponders representing their fighters. Over 30. She couldnt care less about them. Riftrunner, this is Black Puck. Weve just entered the Bayes trench. From what we can tell, A nasty firefight exploded here. Theres debris everywhere. Valdris fighters hulks with Fighting Oreilly paint jobs. Were picking up hull plating fragments along the trench shelf that have synthskin remains. It appears to be from Havleting Gloarr. Burning daav, spat Stranahan over the radio. If shes in the Bayes trench, shes gone. That bloody trench is a near bottomless pit. Shockwave One, this is Vadavah. Were prepping a squad of sensor probes to head down into the trench. Be advised, that if Havleting Gloarr is down there-- The EVA bay chiefs voice rippled with pain; a quiet, terminal sense of loss. No one interrupted him. Its beyond crush depth. Theyre wont be much left to find. 65

Sabine fought a lump in her throat. 10 square miles of sea floor covered in debris pointed to one likely outcome. Havleting Gloarr crushed at the bottom of a 20,000 feet steep-sided depression in the ocean floor. While Vadavah could go down that trench easily, Havleting Gloarr handling the descent meant a miracle of the first order. The big ships crush depth sat at 14,000. Beyond that, implosion greeting and dark, salty sea before a swift, wet return. Stranahans voice held a flat, dark tone. Shockwaves, weve done all we can. All wings be advised; the Bayes trench is a no-fly. Well leave it to the satellite probes. Kamala slapped her controls, patience left behind as the fighter turned in a wide arc. Riftrunner, a 1000 foot-long submarine does not simply disappear. They could have survived -- She paused realizing she spoke the impossible. Vadavah bombarded the trench with the best Akamonian tech in existence. The most advanced volumetric, active, ikonographic, and sonar arrays ever mounted on a ship found nothing of Havleting Gloarr itself. Pixie, you know just as well as I do that if the Havleting Gloarr is at the bottom of that ravine those probes are our only hope to find her. Sending my pilots into a dangerously hard to manoeuver trench when probes can do the job just as well is foolish at best. You know this. Set a course back to the Vadavah. This mission has ended. Riftrunner, out. Stranahans reply was an exactly what shed expected. The anger wasnt. The dualfighter orbited the site one more time like a vulture awaiting a dying beast. The haunting sight, punctured, torn submarines strewn across the seabed spoke a vision. A vision of the past repeating itself. Of fear itself; a war with Ryuchi. When war came knocking, she knew her job required her to keep the door from being answered. With that image flitting in 66

her head and a salute to her comrades hopefully floating on the surface, she headed home. Tashlet Connor Spiknard sat in his quarters listening to Verhoeff Pearls Frivol Strings in A minor; more commonly known to the world as Ode to the Lost. The slow, flowing notes reflected his mood perfectly. The constant variation of that simple, renowned chord whose notes played in rapid succession rather than simultaneously, played mournfully in a solemn requiem of sorrow, regret, and, beauty. Spiknard sighed then shook his head as he stared out a big, reinforced calendium window of his quarters into the sea beyond. Vadavah rose several hours ago to 160 feet to facilitate repairs as well as to allow the Shockwaves to scour the ocean floor without its sensor shadow. The water shimmered azure, illuminated by the sunlight filtered from the surface above. Yet he felt no joy as he stared at it. They survived an attack from multiple targets with only a single hull breach and minor damage elsewhere. No one aboard returned. So why did the same questions constantly drill through his head? What more could I have done? What happened between the time of the distress call and our arrival? Where is the wreckage? Did she survive? They replayed repeatedly as he narrow-beamed his report to ESF HQ. The sea on the other side held a peace, deep peace that he couldnt find. 17 hours of search over the site, top to bottom, and they found nothing more than debris, hulks and lifepods; mostly Ryuchi. Scattered over the ridge below, in the complex mountain range, its ravines, gullies and even the Bayes trench, he resigned himself to the fact that the 242 people on the Havleting Gloarr, Tashlet Jesse Jordon included, suffered catastrophic destruction. It 67

had happened before with witnesses to verify that there remained little biological mass left and even less metal. Still, that didnt dim the pain. Nor did the not knowing whether your friend from the academy days returned. We knew the risks when we joined the Starsea, but this not knowing tore at him. The report officially said that Havleting Gloarr was MPD, or Missing, Presumed Destroyed. Now the Environmental Contamination Containment crew would be summoned as soon as the report finished its procession. In a week, the E3C would restore the floor to its previous condition, even if the 242 members of Havleting Gloarr werent found. Accursed Helsonn and his flaming RNF! They returned a good man. The computer console popped up a window informing him that the report arrived. He closed it, opened up his log window and began speaking it. Halfway through, his wrist comm chirped. Tapping it, he rose his wrist to his mouth. Go. Clancy here, sir. Priority one call from Hashem Hamilton. Its encrypted ultraviolet, sir. Understood, he responded, hearing worry in Clancys voice. Vaddy, stop music. Open a channel, he barked into the air, rising from his seat. The computer screen darkened and the VIR cams switched on, scanning and swiveling in 180 arcs until they settled on a location. Rays of rainbow light spewed out, resolving into the image of Hashem Hamilton in full dress uniform. His sour expression revealed Clancys worry. Tashlet, can you explain what in Hels Selkie Host went on down there? Sir, as I said in the report, we responded to a distress call from an Alliance held mining station under attack. We approached and confronted the eight Ryuchi sub attacking the station. They refused to break away. They then attacked us. We defended ourselves. 68

Hamilton stared silently, his sour expression remaining. I viewed the logs you submitted as well. Your suspicions are correct. Helsonn is up to something. Do you possess proof of Havleting Gloarrs destruction? No, sir. I believe it based on the available information presented. Science only allows for to go only so many places. So although we didnt recover any significant debris, yes, I believe she was. The report explains it in greater detail. I see. Just so you know, the Alliance Ambassador agreed with your response. They want justice. Unfortunately for us, this will mean war. War? Connor remarked, staggering back. Hamilton exploded. YES! War. By the shore of the lost, we are caught. Do you know the political chaos this set off? The Daijin will demand an inquiry. So journey back to Nawlins. Perhaps, we can snuff this fire before it consumes us all. Connor raised his brows. I would welcome it, sir. Still, Vadavah suffered damage during our engagement. Our engineers are repairing it, but until it is complete, we, with all due respect, are going nowhere. Hamilton groaned. He wiped his brow with a handkerchief produced from off camera. I understand. Escorts are on their way. Remember, we have a crisis unfolding as we speak. Dont make it any worse by provoking them more. We all remember 2029. No one wants another shock to the system. If you arent able by their arrival, they will assist in repairs. We need you in Nawlins, as soon as possible. Hamilton out. The hologram exploded into bright motes of rainbow light as the beam stopped. Connor dropped into his chair exhausted. Vaddy, have engineering give me hourly reports. And when the breach is repaired, inform Helm to set course back to Nawlins, best speed. 69

Understood, Vaddys voice spoke without emotion. Tip of the iceberg. This is only the tip of the iceberg. What other evil are you planning Helsonn? And why now? Tidewater Tower, Nawlins, Nawlins Island, Ethaiyam Hamilton looked up after shutting off the VIR. Worry consumed his face as well. Rising, he walked over to the map of the parish on his wall. It was, for all intents and purposes, a world map made in 2029, of flat paper, totally unpowered. Staring at it for a long period of time, he commented aloud. For all our sakes, this plan better work, Jacob Yaakov. Jacob, skin the color of coffee, stood stoically in the doorway. It will. Helsonn has gone too far. Nonplussed, Hamilton turned to him. Zionists, Yatsar, Sheena. The world has changed. Im trusting you because youve proved yourself. Thanks. Relax. It will work. Tashlet Spiknard will survive it and come out clean. Jacob smiled as he left. Throne Room, Anchor Hall, Sky Deck 25, The Anchorage, Candrah. Business flowed around the Heptagon throne. Tens of people stood, talked, motioned, sorted and recorded as the Shihasha of Candrah, Marah Serapha, sat, chewing on a fried dollop of dough dusted with powered sugar. She listened as she ate, licking the sugar from thin fingertips as courtesans, the royal bailiff, creators of the law and ambassadors spoke. Almond shaped grey eyes stared at each of them as they spoke, revealed memory scans or other proof, then awaited her response. Some offered consul or suggested a course of action. Others demanded action, either from her, the Candrah Parliament, Akamonian World Congress or some other body of leaders. Thin pink lips, wet with spittle and sugar frowned when 70

demands were made. Her tight, button nose would wrinkle and her yellowish peach forehead would furrow. Long, tan hair weaved in loops on her round head wiggled as she spoke, cajoled, discussed and demanded. But nothing stopped her breakfast ritual until this morning. This morning, midway through her second cup of java and her third sugary dough ring, the Alliance Ambassador to Akamon entered unannounced followed by two honor guards and a heavily distressed royal secretary. I am sorry, Shihasha. He wouldnt stop, she said followed by a series of exhausted wheezes. The two guards drew rapiers across his path to halt his progress. He stopped, touching them, three feet from the three steps to her omnesium throne. She rose waving everyone to be silent. The court reporter switched paper rolls to record the Candrahn dialect of Akamonian and Alliance Standard. Ambassador Escara, why did you enter unannounced? Shihasha, I apologize but this could not wait. The Ryuchi Naval Force attacked an Alliance Mining Station in Ethaiyam parish unprovoked 5 hours ago. The china mug filled with steaming javah shattered on the golden marble floor. Silence consumed the room afterward as no one even moved to clean up the mess. Horror twisted into fierce anger etched the Shihashas face. This is not 2029, Ambassador. I need proof. A tan man, ruddy haired and bearded looked with the same almond eyes of grey at the shards. A wave of his hand later, he bent to retrieve them as the court janitor ran to his location. He scooped them into the mans offered bag as he wiped up the bitter, dark liquid. The janitor whispered thanks. The man nodded, his sharp nose shaking as he did and rose. My systir, he said with a glance to her, I stand with the Ambassador. I am aware of the event and had planned to inform you following the convocation. Yet, 71

he sighed, irritated, the matter has escalated. You should hear what he has to say. The man looked to the Ambassador still barred by the swords. Indeed it has, Icho Shune, he said turning to speak to him. I have news that Daijin Helsonn will declare war on Ethaiyam this day. I am sorry that this disrupted your plan. He turned back to the Shihasha. And I am sorry I interrupted your court without permission. She nodded as a servant poured another cup of javah. You are forgiven. Guards return to your posts. The swords fell away and with them dropped the Ambassadors stress. Since my brotir, Lazarus, vouched for you, speak. she requested, her horror fading to worry. Before so, may I ask what significance FY 2029 is, Shihasha? Everyone in the throne room stared at him shocked, except the Shihasha and her brother. I will answer if you wish, my systir, Lazarus answered. You may. Ambassador, 2029 means many things. All of them save one were dark. It is the year everything changed. It began with then Daijin Maruchans completion of the Hand of Deliverance and intervention in the Midgard Liberation Crisis. He used the Yudahn host stationed in Midgard to test the meson cannon aboard the orbital weapons platform. The test obliterated the whole host but also shattered a mirror, exploded EPS taps, blew circuits and otherwise rendered the platform damaged as well as unfinished. That attack caught our attention. An act of war without remorse. Nevertheless, our long time friend Joshua Baryosef, called Kirisuto, swayed our hand against action. So we held our peace. We continued to do so when Benkokuan Host attacked Shalomheiwa, destroying a third of the city. We held our peace as he did. 72

So to send a message, a tribunal of Separate Ones influenced by fear, greed and Loki arrested Joshua on false grounds. Grounds that he spread dissention. That he desecrated the Temple at Nise. He looked to his systir, concerned. She nodded and he continued. That he perverted the coda of Laos and blasphemed Adoni by claiming he was his shune. Before we could get legal council down there, they inflicted torture upon him. A crown of thorn, scourging, pulling of hair and finally spiked to a tree outside Nise naked. He hung beside a thief and rioter. They executed him. So we sealed off the planet, prevented the repairs to the Hand to finish as well as stopping anyone or anything from getting on or off. We convinced Rosh and Plagis to pull out of the Western Alliance, breaking a 250 year old stranglehold on western Akamonian politics. Then we prepared to depose Daijin Loki and try him for sedition. Joshuas resurrection halted that. The Alliance ambassador whose frown grew deeper at the mention of sedition, blinked at resurrection. Agape, he asked, You mean he appeared lifeless and returned to health? Both Lazarus and his systir shook their heads. Others had tears in their eyes or sighed loudly. No. The Coroner verified his lifelessness. As we say, he had returned to Chayim Parish, the home of Adoni. His shell remained lifeless for 72 hours. Ruach placed him back in, Marah said with a bright grin. I was there when it happened. I know. Lazarus looked to her and flashed a joyful grin. He remained with us for 50 days, forgave the Separate Ones and Daijin Loki and spoke of Chayim Parish. Then he went up. Went up? the ambassador remarked, surprised. Aliyah. The closest in your language is went up. It means direct translation to Chayim Parish. He sits on Adonis right hand side making intercession for us, Lazarus paused, his frown returning. 73

The day after, we took Benkoku, exiled the Separate Ones, and deposed Daijin Loki. Unfortunately, Loki disappeared when Nise fell or so we thought. Marah rose, frowning while she stretched. She remarked, Akamonian World Congress charter provision 14-a states that if an event either natural or unnatural prevents the host capital from functioning as World capital, the designation will be moved to the next host capital on the list. Nawlins; capital of Ethaiyam was it. When the transfer completed, Loki appeared via VIR, threatening to use the Hand on them and Ginsa. Anika, my mother as well as the previous Shihasha, became infuriated by his threat as well as his escape. She sent a team that she led to find him. Hed hid himself in the Skyway; the skyscraper whose upper five floors contained the command center for the Hand of Deliverance unaware it remained unfinished. The damage prevented it from firing, but it gave all the signs that it had. So she retaliated against him, utilizing a call known as Show me your glory. With it, she created a self sustaining translucent globe around the city, sealing it off from the rest of the world. The last transmission from the city revealed that she returned as did Loki, but her team escaped. I met them back here myself. Now, do you understand why I dont want another 2029? Marah pursed her lips, seating herself. A tired sigh left her lips as silence settled over everyone. The Ambassador saw the frustration and exhaustion in their faces and relaxed. Yes, I do, Shihasha. I spoke with the Daijin of Ethaiyam. We have a plan. Until now, I remained unsure whether you would accept it, He paused and, once again, scanned the crowds faces. Interest, surprise, amusement stared back. If Daijin Helsonn declares war on Ethaiyam due in part to the ESFs response to the attack on Tyr station, it will be an illegal act on his part. 74

That is correct. Marah nodded, eyes aflame. What is your plan? A peaceful removal of him, using his own actions against him." Go on, she smiled, eyes filled with wicked delight. He smiled, revealed the plan and then looked around again. Pleasure and glee danced before his eyes. That will work well. It guarantees his removal while avoiding the chaos of 2029. Go ahead, and thank you for your patience. I am well aware of what the Alliance could have done. The Alliance Ambassador chest saluted her. You are welcome. Wishes and dreams, Shihasha. Good journey. Wishes and dreams to you as well. Good journey. As she watched him run out, she frowned. Eyes scanned the still assembled crowd of courtesans, emissaries and other important people for minister of state. When she found him talking to the mayor of Ginsa, she shouted, Kinsey! A balding, redhead with a full wooly beard of the same hue bounced up. Yes, my Shihasha? Assemble the team and meet me in the situation room in 15 minutes. We have things to plan. Understood, Shihasha. ESF Vadavah SSC 2040 Holding position over Ember seamountain range. Tishryu 8th, FY 2040, morning. Rakisha Darah Damaris sat in the Officers mess perusing the overnight reports. Somber silence replaced the usual buzz of chatter. Normally, this wouldve pleased her but she knew the sad reason. The crew learned of Havleting Gloarr when the cadre of Shockwaves docked from the fate of the scouting mission. Now the final report lay before her. She groaned inwardly before signing off on it. 75

Why? What possible reason could the RNF have for this? Have they forgotten the last 11 years? Youd think caution would be the foremost thing on their minds. Yet 242 people returned including Tashlet Jordon, Spiknards academy buddy. That invoked a deep sigh. Tashlet Spiknard ordered the ship to surface at nightbegin. The memorial service I and the rest of the officers had to attend on the observation deck happened at sunset. Shaking the sadness from her mind, she glanced over her reports. A male silhouette rested across them; Shikisha Clancy, stoic and pensive. A smile flickered across dry lips he looked at her. Oh, sir, I was just-- He waved her away as she rose. No, no, Rakisha. Please, carry on. I saw you there and thought you looked like you needed a friend. She raised an eyebrow. Sir, I dont understand. Clancy poked at an etched into translucence sugarfoam javah mug beside the reports. He smiled too-knowingly. A weak smile reflected back. What can I say? Ive been busy. This time a mischievous smile crossed her lips. Thats at least three javah refills. So it is. Please, Shikisha, have a seat. He sat down across from her. Call me Tegan, he said. I will. A bemused smile crept around her lips, snuffed just as fast. You can call me Darah. He grinned until his gaze crossed the top report on the table. I see you know Hel broke lose again. Damaris frowned as she put down the report. Oh? Clancy lowered his voice a little, so as not to be heard by the other crew around the officers lounge. Command hit the roof, he explained. The Ryuchians called up a storm over our ripping into their attack subs. Darah rolled her eyes. Hardly an extraordinary event, dealing with Ryuchi, in particular Daijin Helsonn, the 76

ESF was quite used to melodrama in gratuitous amounts. While none of us glory being on the receiving end of an attack, it was nothing special. The ESF dealt with this before and will handle it now. I believe Hashem Hamilton can handle Daijin Helsonn. Hes done it before. So whats the general assemblys take on it? Clancy hesitated. His face dropped. Theres going to be an investigation. And it looks serious. The Hashem himself spoke to the Tashlet. So much for shakedown. Reaching over to her reports, she pulled the first two free. She tapped the top left corner twice with the stylus erasing the text. Clancy looked down at the table, smiling slightly and then back to Damaris apologetically. Im sorry. This isnt cheering you up, is it? She smiled, placed aside another report. No, not really. At least its something to talk about. The boredom, you know. Clancy flashed a quick, smarmy smile as he stood. Off to the Bridge. Its my shift in a few minutes, so Ill see you later. Later, then, she replied with a bemused grin. Then she turned back to the reports and waited. Come on, say it already. Clancy started to turn, but hesitation gripped him. The air thickened; tense, nervous energy swirling about him. She chuckled softly. Something else? Mock surprise held Clancys features. With a sigh, he shoved his hands into his jumpsuit pants pockets. No. He paused, staring at the ceiling. Well, actually-, a short sigh as he stared into her smiling eyes, I wondered If Id go out with you? Eat dinner, lunch, something, right? He nodded sheepishly. Yes. I know a great restaurant on the North shore; Calhouns. How about night begin on arrival day, if nothing changes? She 77

nodded her head. Her eyes sparkled and a broad grin leaked out. If nothing changes, Id love too. Clancy beamed as he cleared his throat. Great. Until then, Rakisha, uhh, Darah, He nodded, and grinned. Scanning the exits, he sprinted out. Watching him go with a chuckle, she held a knowing smile. Yeah. He likes me. The sprint fell away, replaced with a quick walk down the bridge access corridor as Tegan Clancy shook off his nervousness. He had succeeded with the most attractive and playful female hed met in ages, Rakisha Darah Damaris. Suddenly, his wristcom bellowed. All senior officers; report to the situation room immediately. Pausing just as he reached the bridge chevron seal doors, he turned away. Back thirteen steps on the right side was the situation room. He sighed deeply. Beyond them, the prospect of the second war in recent memory. Same foe, only this time the name was Ryuchi. 2029 was ages ago. So was Joshuas passing and resurrection. Why is this still going on? What is it now! All valid issues, they rumbled around as he passed through the doors. The room beckoned power and emptiness. Since none of the senior staff were on the bridge, and this was the only path to it, he was first. Tashlet Spiknard came out of an anteroom, gestured him to a seat beside the tables head, as he himself sat down. Rakisha Damaris entered shortly thereafter, reports in hand. She regarded him with a smug grin as they locked eyes. Behind her, Rakisha Cuyler, Kisha Soures, and Master Scotti flowed in. Each took seats to the left of him, leaving the last seat empty. Vaddy, appeared last and stood beside the Tashlet As everyone seated themselves, Spiknard rose, a mask of grimness upon him. Were not going back to Nawlins just yet, he said quietly. 78

Uneasiness spread around the table. A mash of wide eyes, seat fidgeting, and under breath statements flowed as Spiknard stood calmly, patiently. My order to defend Tyr station spawned a whole lot of political fallout, including an investigation into why I would give such an order on a shakedown cruise. And even though the ESF believes the actions justified themselves, an order to return to Nawlins to answer to this came. This order neglects other issues afoot, the greatest being Havleting Gloarr disappearance. If we were to leave now, no one would know what happened save those ships that attacked her. And we know they wont talk. A cautious frown puckered Master Scotti. Sir, Permission to speak freely? he rose as he spoke. Spiknard stared at him hard for a split second then nodded curtly. Scotti dropped back down into his chair. You realize sir, that in the event you are called before a board of inquiry about your decisions, we will have to testify. Spiknard nodded, his impassive gaze locked on him. He turned back to address everyone, furrowed brows hid the weigh of the decision. I understand that, Master. Anyone who does not wish to be involved may leave now. I will make note of your objection in the log. Furthermore, nothing will be held against you for that objection. You will be absolved of all responsibility for these actions. The senior staff stared at one another grimly. It has come to this, Tegan thought, as everyone began fidgeting again. Spiknard took notice of it, watching them all very carefully. He ended his long gaze by taking particular attention to Tegan. He bristled. Shikisha Clancy has a harder choice, he paused, looked to Vaddy, her face thoughtful. Are you recording this, Vaddy? From the moment you first spoke. Her face went stoic as she spoke. 79

Let me make this perfectly clear, under MJC2 Article 3 paragraph 2, Shikisha Clancy is required to relieve me of command for this if he feels this I am endangering the ship and its crew in this venture. Should he decide to do this, I will not stop him, but know that I would not force such a situation unless I believed it was absolutely necessary. Am I engaging in an activity that is a danger to us, this ship or our parish? Clancy commented, grimly. Not as far as I can tell. You wish to explain, sir? Spiknard cocked his head, as if implying he was happy to oblige. This action has put all our careers in jeopardy. You need to know why. To sum it up, I believe our response provoked far more than the usual saber rattling from the RNF and Daijin Helsonn. He paused, exhaled, and composed himself. We are all that sometimes, abet a rare sometimes, an inappropriate order comes through. We know how to handle it. This, I firmly believe is one of those times. Daijin Helsonn wants a war with us for some dark reason. But he cant declare one himself. He isnt allowed too unless we attack first. Because Candrah would exile him and his staff if he does, Clancy thought amused. I wont let him. Nor will I let him steal Havleting Gloarr or her memory. If she was destroyed, we will know. If she escaped or hijacked, we will know. And for the record, Vaddy? Vaddy looked at the seated officers with justified grace. MJC Section Two paragraph three allows military personnel to reject orders that could cause undue harm to person or equipment without due cause. It allows for rejection of orders if said order is given under duress, be it mental, physical, real or perceived. Finally, MJC Section Five paragraph five states that if a vessel disappears due to warfare and less than 5% mass is at its last reported location, a
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vessel of equal or greater stature can declare search rights for forty eight hours from time of loss discovery. Tashlet Spiknard informed me of his desire to do this following this briefing. However, I doubt it will be honored. He held the frown as his gaze landed on everyone in the room, cold pensive. Vaddy, he said clearly, Map please. Oneseven-five east by zero-four-zero north: The Ember sea mountains. She waved her hand. A large holographic map materialized over the situation room table as the rooms lights dimmed. Spiknard poked various sections for further detail. Satisfied, he ordered, Overlay projected courses of ESF Vadavah SSC 2040 and ESF Havleting Gloarr OSC 4600 between the dates of 11062040 and 11082040. A long red line sliced through the top down view of the ocean square as it rotated around. It weaved its way up the chain of mountains, bringing it remarkably close to the Tyr station. A blue line appeared, showing the relative location of the Havleting Gloarr to its last narrowcasted position. A tight smile creased Spiknards lips. Display location of ESF Vadavah and ESF Havleting Gloarr as of fourteen hours UT 11072040. Vaddy nodded as a pair of gold deltas overlaid the blue and red paths. Clancy gasped as he saw the connection; Vadavah rested comfortably just outside the Tyr stations radius while Havleting Gloarr trailed twenty miles to her south; directly over a massively reflected Ember mountain and its complex trenches and sea mountains. Two miles south sat the Bayes trench, second deepest point on Akamon. Scanning the assemblage, he saw shock, horror, anger and disgust at the sudden revelation. Spiknard wagged an index finger at the projected image, gazing back at the senior staff with a cautious eye. Isnt it convenient that right as we pass Tyr station and Alliance administered waters, the RNF 81

decide to attack the station? Meanwhile, Havleting Gloarr is caught skirting the Bayes trench, inside the most complex range of the northern Mizuno? Well Ill be Siddara Guatama holding a sack of Loki satsu said Cuyler wide eyed. They expected us? Its the only plausible explanation, observed Spiknard with dry matter of factness. The RNF sent eight submarines at Tyr, an Alliance mining base with ineffectual defenses and no strategic value. Why else would they use that much firepower other than to provoke a response from either us or the Alliance? They expected this, said Clancy, eyes narrowed. Sir, our mission details were classified ultraviolet. How could such a precise strike been coordinated? Damaris remarked skeptical. She glanced at Clancy, worry furrowing her brow. Good question. I dont have an answer, Rakisha, explained the Tashlet. Ultraviolet is restricted to Master Tashlet and above. For this mission, it was restricted to even less. 12 people total were told including me, the Tashlet of the Netilat, Tashlet Jordon and the Ha'shem himself. And thats exactly why I dont like what see. We have a seditious leak. that is the core of why I am delaying the order to return to Nawlins until after we find Havleting Gloarr or are assured beyond reasonable doubt that the ship is destroyed. So who are the other eight? And which leaked the orders? asked Cuyler, incredulous. Not sure. There are five Master Tashletim; Jordon was to be the sixth, Tashlet Sitorus of UE, Daijin Zatarain and the Defense Emissary. Clancy groaned as he stood. Excluding our illustrious Daijin and the Defense Emissary as well as Master Tashlet Gesher, that is five people. Why was Sitorus included? He held the exosphere chair on the ESF board until a replacement could be found. A reward for his 15 82

years of keyboard pushing, Spiknard remarked a sharp smile. Well, one of them wanted to give Helsonn a reason to attack. Precisely. Only not us, Havleting Gloarr. They wanted them to either destroy or capture her, confirmed Spiknard grimly and with an awkward darkness that managed to send shivers down the spines of almost everyone in the room. Drawn away from Havleting Gloarr, out of any possible range to respond to a call for aid, the moment we are engaged by Ryuchians here at Tyr, the Havleting Gloarr is conveniently engaged by forces and vanishes. So Havleting Gloarr remained the target the entire time. Why? Damaris asked with a right hand flourish to nodded heads. That is the power question. Havleting Gloarr remained a thorn in Ryuchis side since 2029, but why now? After this mission, decommission would begin. The ship was literally only a few months from its conversion to training vessel docked in Nawlins harbor. Helsonn and the RNF risk open war and their own exile. They appear to have achieved very little in the process. What is the missing piece? The officers sat in r e f l e c t i v e silence until Clancy broke it. Helsonn is insane! Agreed, Spiknard replied with a quick smile. Shikisha Cuyler cast his eyes back and forth nervously. Sir, you risk a lot based on circumstantial evidence. If youre wrong, youll be court-martialed. Of that I have no doubt, Mister Cuyler, confessed Spiknard with a wry smile. Once again, I submit that anyone who doesnt want to be involved can object. I wont think ill of you for doing so. Silence reigned as everyone stared at him. Vaddy, have I engaged in an act of insubordination, in violation of MJC Section 1 subsection 16 paragraph 1? No, Tashlet. You have not. Based on the evidence presented, although circumstantial, you are acting in 83

the best interest of myself, your crew and the ESF. The order to abandon the search for a lost vessel by the only vessel within the proper fifty mile grid is highly unusual inside the 48 hour barrier. And if I am correct, you received the order verbally via encrypted holocast 18 hours ago. Spiknard nodded. Understood. 18 hours ago was 36 since the attack. Shikisha Clancy, you have the right and the duty to relieve the Tashlet of command if you believe he committed insubordination. Do you believe this or do you concur with my assessment? Vaddy locked eyes with him, her expression intensely serious. He gulped. Tashlet, he said with quiet deliberation, given my record, I cannot really see myself relieving a superior officer of command and getting away with it. He held a wry smile. We know each other, I would like to think well enough to trustso I believe you. If you want to go and blow up more Ryuchians; flames Im with you. My record could only be improved by such a thing. The laughter of the other officers confirmed their mutual agreement with the Shikishas crude assessment, and Spiknard smiled. Clancy smiled back, relieved. For the record Vaddy, I agree with your assessment. This crew, it seemed, would follow him to Nastrod if he asked them to. I know I will. In that case, meeting adjourned. Shikisha, set a course for the Bayes Trench. With the meeting adjourned, Spiknard got up from the desk, nodded again to his officers in silent thanks for their support, and then quickly left the room. Vaddy vanished, presumably to set the ship on her way. As the other officers around the table got up and departed in similar fashion, Clancy walked quietly over to where Darah Damaris sat and whispered into her ear. So a hold slip on dinner? She simply chuckled.

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NAUTICAL DUSK
WE MUST REMEMBER THAT ANY OPPRESSION, ANY INJUSTICE,
ANY HATRED IS A WEDGE DESIGNED TO ATTACK ALL WE HOLD DEAR. A WEDGE THAT MUST BE REMOVED ALL COST, USING ALL STRENGTH OR WE WILL FALL.

RENSHI, RALLYING HIS FOLLOWERS. GABRIL 13TH FY 45

ESF Vadavah SSC 2040, Holding Station over the Bayes Trench. Tishryu 9th, FY 2040. Silence filled Vadavahs bridge as Tashlet Spiknard sat patiently checking his monitors and screens, sifting through a mountain of departmental reports. So far nothing changed save their location. Havleting Gloarr remained missing, as were clues to why. And time to find them fled faster still. Two hours left, Connor though as he sighed aloud. No one even gave a stray glance. As he lifted Rakisha Damariss report onto his personal screen, Soures turned from his station to face the Tashlet. Sir, we 86

just got a ULF burst from the ESF. Theyve been trying to contact us directly off the satellites for about 12 hours now. They want to know what were doing. Spiknard smiled knowingly. Send this back; satellite antenna down, seven hours before up time due to integrity checks. Engines are still being repaired. Soures grinned, looking rather skeptical. Think theyll believe it, sir? Depends on the situation. If it appears to degraded, a few cruisers will escort us back to Nawlins, confessed the Tashlet. Aye, sir. Message sent. Spiknard turned back to the reports, doggedly going through each one. As a particular one passed before him, he mused. Morale amongst the crew appears high. When the pressure increased and the future seemed unsure, the Tashletim lead the way. Now was no different. If a court martial revealed the whole truth, then I welcome it. Not a single person aboard had protested the orders to disobey ESF command. In fact, it gave them a singular purpose. Challenge and daring filled the air across the ship. Never in my career have I met a finer crew. He turned to the EVA station. Shikisha Cuyler met his gaze. Sir? Shikisha, ready salvage crews to examine that debris strewn about and move KROWS Wisdom and Knowledge into position to nano-scan the area. Aye sir. The KROWS formed a network system of five small Knowledge Retrieval Oceanic Wireless Sensorpods called crows after the Scands of Shiann Gloarr chief deities pet birds. The sensorpods functioned by gathering data from the surrounding sea, but could be used for a multitude of other tasks. In this go around, they would scan and process the sea floor down to the bed itself using a vortex of information assimilators on what composed the debris field. With Vaddys help discerning exactly what had happened only waited 87

hours away. It was a long shot, but with the entire EVA corps searching the depths of the trench below, and KROWS plotting detailed maps of the mountain ranges, it was the best chance they had, Spiknard pondered as he looked at the screen before him, a tense stare at the vast depth it revealed. Beyond thatthe point of no return. Shikisha Gabril Stranahan was having a bad week. The grim mission to explore the debris field below was not helping. Sitting in the pilots seat of the short-range Sea Launch mini-sub, he began the start up sequence of all its systems and strapped himself in. The small bubble cockpit door opened and Rakisha Damaris moved to the starboard sides co-pilots seat. Afternoon, Rakisha, he said flatly. He knew Darah Damaris by acquaintance only. While she was a certified pilot, their paths seldom crossed because of their remarkably different working conditions. Stranahan was a fighter pilot, and over 10 years older than her, but she was a fleet helm officer who sat on the bridge of a 240,000 tonne battleship. They were hardly comparable fields of work. Flames, sir, she greeted in return, sitting down and putting on the radio headset. You look like youve had a rough day. I hate these kinds of missions, he confirmed glumly. And nothing more needed to be said. I know what you mean, she said distantly as she ran through several checklists. Alright lets do pre-flight. Fuel? Reserves are full. Reactor? Online and operating at normal levels. They finished the pre-flight checklist quickly, and Shikisha Stranahan set the last of the controls to idle, and the launch was ready for departure. Alright, Rakisha, get us clearance and were out of here. 88

Yes sir. Leaning over, she toggled the radio and settled back in to her seat, getting comfortable for what would likely be a long and very monotonous mission. Sea-deck control, this is Sea Launch EightOne-Zero-Zero-Six requesting launch clearance. The reply was remarkably clear; almost like the person speaking was right next to her. She recognised the voice as that of Rakisha Kyle Cuyler. Sea Launch Eight-One-Zero-Zero-Six, this is EVA Control. You are cleared for immediate departure. Sea doors are open. Thanks, Kyle. Eight-One-Zero-Zero-Six; out. Releasing her grip on the radio, Damaris brought the last of the launchs systems online, and disengaged the docking clamps that held the craft secured to the submerged docking bay of the Vadavahs lower EVA decks. Shes all yours, sir, she said, looking at Stranahan. The older Wing Shikisha eased back on the stick and put in a small amount of reverse throttle. The launch backed out of its berth, swinging its long hull around to face the massive external sea doors. The doors would have weighed at least 80 tons, and were the only thing that protected the sea/space crafts internal decks from the crushing pressure outside. At over 3000 feet deep, there was no natural light. Guided by the floodlights of the Vadavah EVA bays, and its own searchlights, the Launch moved out from the sheltered protection from the SSC and in to the darkness beyond. Maneuvering over the debris field; KROWS, Sea Launches, and Sea Crabs scoured the sea floor in search of answers. Sea Crabs were small, singlecrewed submersibles which, unsurprisingly, resembled a crab. Their long, multipurpose arms were exceptionally useful for such work. Above them, the Vadavah maintained her position. Visible only by their work lights, EVA-suited maintenance crews still worked to fully repair the damage to the great sea/space crafts hull done by the 89

Ryuchians just a couple of days previously. From her position in the sea launch, they seemed like insignificant specks through the darkness, and Damaris had never really appreciated just how big the ship really was until that point. Her huge, sweeping wings, flowing lines, and floodlight-illuminated synthskin made the Vadavah seem like a giant, artificial reef. It was an oddly beautiful sight, and she had to force her gaze away to get back to the task, continuing to plot the sea floors topography. Thousands of square meters of debris field, stretching into the blackness around her was a frighteningly eerie sight. The secrets that darkness withheld, and the many lives it had claimed were figures lost to history. But for whatever reason, humanity continued to return to that darkness Sitting in an armchair in his stateroom, Tashlet Spiknard sat quietly to nothing more than the sound of Mozart. He wasnt really paying attention though as he carefully studied a set of schematics on a hand held PDA. The schematics were those of the ESF Havleting Gloarr OSC; a long, slender hull based on the biological design of a squid. Her bow formed a long, streamlined ridged arrowhead that cut back along nearly a quarter of the length before rapidly dropping away to a long, slender neck that was connected to the hydrosphere connected to the midships section by 4 cross-forming bridges. The stern fell away to a long, cigar-formed section oh hull that ended with a set of 4 rudders, which also happened to resemble the tentacles of a squid. Technically speaking, while the design was unusual, it was also the most logical shape for the craft. Creatures which spent millions of years adapting to an aquatic environment were understandably the most streamlined nautical designs 90

on the planet, and learning how to replicate their living forms was the holy grail of submarine design. Havleting Gloarr was the perfect ship, and it had ultimately been her imperfect human component that had brought about her demise. Vadavah too, had been designed with those same theories of design as the basis of its construction. What had it taken to send the great submarine to the bottom of the Mizuno Ocean, never to be seen again? He had analyzed nearly every unclassified scrap of data on the OSC. Yes, the Havleting Gloarr was an old design; its fundamental engineering systems long since surpassed by newer and more advanced technologies. But her basic design concepts were still the core of everything the ESF did; peacekeeping, exploration, science. Strategically speaking, destroying the Havleting Gloarr 10 years ago would have made a great deal of sense; she was the most powerful ship in the ESF fleet at the time. But to do so now, just as the Vadavah and Netilat were entering service was completely illogical. Why had Ryuchi created such an elaborate diversion to destroy her? The next thing on his mind was the debris field below; something as big as Havleting Gloarr didnt simply vanish without a trace. Even had the 1000foot-long submarine been totally destroyed and turned in to a pile of shredded metal, 32,000 tons of debris was very easy to find, and there was simply not enough wreckage beneath the Vadavah to add up to that figure. And even if there was, the only way a ship that large could be that badly torn apart would be with a nuclear weapon. But he knew that that wasnt the answer, had a nuclear weapon indeed been detonated, not only would the Vadavah and just about every major seismic monitoring station detected it, but the entire area where the Vadavah now hovered would have been drenched with radioactive contamination. Putting the pad down, The Tashlet got up and rubbed his face. He had not slept in 24 hours, and the effects 91

of it were beginning to show. Insomnia was beginning to set in, and while he was tired, he couldnt sleep even if he tried. The intercom bleeped from his desk and he switched off the Music, which by now hed totally forgotten about and walked to the desk. This is Spiknard. Go ahead. Master Craig Stevens voice came back full of energy, and very lively; something that Spiknard lacked at that moment. Engineering here, sir. Weve just pulled aboard some wreckage from that debris outside. Weve found some interesting results. I thought you might want to come down here and see it. The Tashlet sighed. He didnt need this now, but duty seldom gave what one needed. Yeah, Master. Ill be there in a few minutes. Thank you. Master Kisha Craig Scotti frowned again as he looked over the computer readings he was getting off of the large piece of debris that sat in the middle of holding bay sixteen on the Vadavahs E-Deck hangar. He knew from the tattered remnants of the synthskin that still clung to the Excelsis plating that it had to have come from the Havleting Gloarr, and he just hoped that the piece of wreckage held some kind of answers. Tech crews swarmed around the hangars they examined different things retrieved from the debris field below. A mundane task; some objects were of a more unusual nature, like pots and pans that seemed to have come from the galleys, and in some cases, entire propulsor assemblies from destroyed Subfighters both ESF and Ryuchi. Other items included pieces of excelsis hull plating much like the one that he himself now examined. The computer worked quickly to analyze samples of the wreckage through spectroscopy, looking in-depth at the atomic and molecular make up of the material in question. 92

The process itself was quite simple and for him, very boring, but the results that were being produced was anything but that. The chief engineer then noticed the Tashlet approaching out of the corner of his eye, and he waved him over. Tashlet? Over here. Whats this? asked the Tashlet, casting a wary eye over the shattered and torn piece of metal. Standard construction Grade-5 Excelsis-SteelCarbon alloy hull plating fragment with whats left of a ESF 2nd Generation semi-organic hull skin. Spiknard looked at Scotti incredulously. He knew exactly what the object was, but what he didnt know was what it meant. Ok, so its a piece of hull plating from a ESF Submarine. And? And, added Scotti pointedly, handing Spiknard a PDA with numerous pages of data over it, Ive found something very interesting about it the second the salvage crews pulled it aboard. Now, being an engineer, I dont know squat about the Synthskin, but when I saw this well, lets just say it got my attention. Scotti walked over to the piece of wreckage, and pulling a spanner from his belt, proceeded to give the shattered Excelsis hull plating a solid whack along its torn edge. Much to Spiknards astonishment, it crumbled like wet sandstone, sending brittle fragments of metal and synthskin across the deck beneath his feet. Thats not possible. Scotti smiled victoriously. Well with all due respect, sir. Youre not the first person to say that about this kind of abnormality. But I assure you, it is possible. Ive seen it before. You have? Yes, confirmed the engineer with dismay. But what really got my attention is this synthskin. Youre familiar with them, right? Of course, said Spiknard with a furrowed brow. Vadavah uses the same technology. A triple layered semi-organic skin that covers the outer hull. 93

Its more or less just a genetically-engineered seaweed thicker than the hide of a humpback whale. Yeah, and tough as nails to break, said Scotti, summarizing the point he was trying to make. The thing is; this particular synthskin is lifeless. Synthskin should regenerate if damaged. Its a stopgap measure to seal hull breaches, but in this case, its like somethings come along and sucked all the proteins out of it. Its a returned leaf. As if accenting his point, Scotti scraped his nails over the supposedly rubbery material, only to have it break apart effortlessly beneath his fingers. Spiknard looked at the tattered segment of hull, trying to grasp at what could possibly have done the degree of damage before him. You said youve seen this before he said carefully. Yeah. What we have here is a complete break down of chemical bonds within the hull alloy and the synthskin. Theyve more or less been momentarily liquefied and melted together, and became extremely brittle in the process. The worked his jaw. Now he thought of it, he had also heard of this happening. But this was by far the most extreme example of it he had ever seen. Meson, he concluded finally. Yep, said Scotti. This could only have been done by a Ryuchi meson weapon. Now, when I was helping to build this ship, we did a whole heap of really weird and interesting experiments But I have never seen this degree of total molecular breakdown from Meson before. The weapon yield would have to have been many times greater than anything weve seen to date. SD-12s? asked Spiknard, referring to Ryuchis Meson cannons mounted aboard their Tempest class heavy cruisers a ship that the ESF had yet to come across in direct battle. Possibly, but I would be surprised. I think this is beyond even the SD-12s capabilities. I say whatever 94

it was would have been considerably larger in both physical size and yield. This changed almost everything. Ryuchi had never before used meson technology as an antisubmarine weapon. The fact they now had proof that this weapon had been used against Havleting Gloarr raised some very dangerous questions. Ok Master. Keep working at this. If you find anything else unusual, let me know straight away. Will do, Sir.

ESF Command Base, Ahel, Verelmir. Tishryu 10th, FY 2040 Daylight was coming to the city of Ahel and the everyday buzz of city life was still dawning on the citizens of the United States. Despite all the worlds problems, for them it was just another working day. Standing on the pier of the jointed ESF-NORPAC Naval base on Tiburon Peninsula at the north end of the Golden Gate Bridge, Kisha Phil Osborne took in the crisp morning air. Not too far away, covered in a shroud of morning mist were the ESFs Richardson Bay construction slips. Osborne didnt know much of what was happening at those docks, in fact, it seemed that no one did. Many people, from civilians to military personnel and the media had made inquiries with ESFs regional command about what was happening at the facility after it had been radically modernized for some unknown purpose, but they had never been given a real answer. Whatever that purpose was, it seemed to necessitate the use of the entire base. Walking along the pier, he began to approach Tiburons Submarine base. His own ship, the ESF Fast Attack Submarine Antares, was due to leave port that morning to join the 95

fleet at Nawlins. He was only a communications officer, but he was proud of his submarine as was the rest of the crew. But of course, Osborne would have done almost anything to get one of the very few and privileged positions aboard the recently commissioned Vadavah SSC. He had rushed in a transfer application when the Netilat had become public knowledge at the same time, but he knew his chances were not overly high. That morning was particularly brisk and he had to zip his uniform Jacket up to the neck in order to keep warm, and even then it did little to deter the cold. A lot of other Navy personnel were scattered over the docks tending to their days work, and the lower ranks saluted him as he passed. In a good mood, he returned them in a more cheery manner and waved each of them off with a casual tip off his hat. But Osborne stopped as he suddenly got the impression he had forgotten something. Thinking about it for a moment, he dug deep in to his pockets, trying to remember what it was, and then realized that he had left his security pass at the front desk of the administration complex. Flames! He said with annoyance. Bloody flames I hope the flaming thing is still there Doing a quick about-face, he began a quick jog back towards the administration buildings behind him. At least the exercise might do something about the cold. After running about a hundred yards, still cursing that hed left his ID behind he slowed and looked up at the overcast morning sky. He heard thunder, but it seemed to be distant. Nearly a hundred years of space flight and we cant even get the weather right, he complained to no one in particular. Shaking his head, he continued onward briefly, but then realized that the thunder was continuing. This was going to be a rather spectacular storm. Stopping again, he looked to the grey skies in curiosity before 96

the ground rumbled beneath his feet, and he saw a flash and smoke start to rise from one of the naval piers across the bay. He felt this before he heard is as the shattering crunch pierced the sky. What the flames? He whispered, looking at the commotion across the bay. There was another not far from it and then he heard the sonic booms above as streaks of white fire tore through the sky towards the naval base below. Oh, Flames! he said as he began to run as fast as he could towards the administration complex. It didnt take a genius to work out what was going on; Ahel was under attack. Flames! The yelling of other base personnel as they scattered grew quite loud as he ran But there was a faint feeling of growing danger as the ground beneath his feet started to rumble. He had barely taken another 10 steps when the ground seemed to fall from under him, and all flames broke loose in one final, deafening explosion

ESF Vadavah SSC 2040. Holding Station at the Emperor seamount Chain. Tishryu 10th, FY 2040. Red Alert Klaxons hammered away through the corridors of the Vadavah, and Connor Spiknard awoke to the sound of the ships PA blaring through his quarters. Throwing the covers off and forcing his eyes open awkwardly, his first instinct was to reach for his uniform Jacket that hung over the back of a chair not far from where he was standing. He hadnt meant to fall asleep, and had merely lain down to take a break. The fact he was still wearing his boots was a testament to that. Tashlet to the bridge, he said gruffly, slapping the intercom on his desk. Shikisha Clancy, what the flame is going on? 97

The monitor at Spiknards computer flickered to life to show the equally gaunt face of Shikisha Tegan Clancy. Behind him, the Bridge was bustling with activity as crew arrived at their duty stations from across the ship. Tashlet, ESF Command in Nawlins has just issued a fleet-wide condition two alert, sir. Spiknards head was spinning. A condition-two alert usually meant that someone, somewhere, was expecting a war. As a result, the entire ESF Navy would go to a state of maximum readiness in preparation to respond to whatever the threat was. Please tell me youre joking, Shikisha. I dont joke at oh-four-hundred-hours sir. Its impolite stand by. Clancy reached off-screen and hit some unseen control. His face was quickly replaced by the burning nightmare of the ESFs Ahel naval base. The city itself seemed mostly untouched, but thick black smoke billowed from the northern end of the bay - the ESF naval facility. From the news-ticker at the bottom of the screen, and the commentary that came with it, it was obviously a news broadcast. Youre looking at what remains of Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force Naval facility in the Ahel bay area. Less than a half an hour ago, explosions ripped through this naval base in what now appears to be an attack by as-yet unidentified forces. ESF Command has yet to release any official details, but a spokesperson has confirmed that there have been very many casualties, with the base military hospital being so inundated with wounded that many of the victims are being sent to civilian hospitals including San Rafael and Strawberry Point. There has been some speculation that this attack could be a Ryuchi reprisal for Tishryu 9ths skirmish between naval vessels and the highly controversial ESF Vadavah SSC 2040- Spiknard didnt need to hear anything more, and was already on his way out the door. Understood Shikisha, Ill be there shortly 98

Tashlet on the bridge! All officers who were on the Vadavahs command deck snapped to attention and saluted sharply as Spiknard entered through the Bridges big clam doors. As you were, he said as he moved to the Conn. Shikisha Clancy, report? Clancy was already at his station on Spiknards right and turned around to face the Tashlet. All stations at full readiness, sir. We still havent got any word from ESF Command on the situation in Ahel. Have you managed to get anything off the ESF Net? Yes sir I took the liberty of getting all the information I could from Sat-Recon. It looks pretty bad. Tiburon took a flames of a pounding. The casualty reports still havent stopped coming in. Most deployed fleet units are in the same state as us, sir; they havent received any further orders from Command either. Spiknard frowned. This was, to say the least, unusual. A major ESF Naval base had just been attacked, and fleet command didnt seem to be telling anyone what was going on. But Clancy was not finished, and he got up quietly came to the Tashlets side. Theres something else sir, he whispered. A few minutes ago, we picked up the ESF Ark Royal and the ESF Victorious on an intercept course with our location with about 4 squadrons of Pegasim in tow. The Tashlet regarded Clancy with a concerned frown. He had been wondering when Nawlins would send someone to investigate what was going on. It seemed he wasnt going to be disappointed. Have they tried hailing us? Nothing beyond simple recognition codes yet, sir. Theyll be here within the next 2 hours. The Tashlet nodded slowly. Alright. Well hold a briefing with the senior staff and you can tell us what the flames is going. The games were over. Vadavah, 99

one way or the other, would go back to Nawlins. Communications, he said as he looked to Kisha Ian Soures. Kisha Soures, you have the bridge. In the event that either of those two Subcarriers hail us and want to speak with me; patch it straight through to the wardroom. All senior officers, report to the briefing room now. Spiknard was pacing back and forth, deep in thought at the front of the briefing room as Shikisha Clancy explained what was going on to the rest of the assembled officers. Helsonns timing couldnt have been better, said the Vadavah Exec. The ESF Net is going absolutely berserk. Regional commands are sending dispatches to every fleet headquarters and battlegroup command on the planet, and the little Ive managed to get out of Tidewater Tower in Nawlins seems to suggest that were waiting to see what Renshi has to say about this They seem to be reluctant to do anything until someones taken responsibility for it. Ah I see the politicians are at work again, observed Cuyler with a smug grin. Seriously though, Shikisha Have there been any orders dispatched to the fleet? No, said Clancy simply. The only order given has been a general code-two. The fleet is to remain at maximum readiness and await further orders. How bad is the damage at Ahel? asked Damaris somberly. Any hint of her light-hearted conversation with Clancy earlier that day being totally unrecognizable. Its bad, said Clancy with dread. He leaned over to the center of the desk and hit a few controls, bringing up several holographic satellite images hed downloaded earlier on. The maps did not paint a pretty picture. Tiburon base destroyed. The casualties are 100

expected to be enormous. The only good news is that the shipyards on Richardson Bay are still intact So the fleet still has some degree of logistical support left in the area. How the flames did the missiles get through Verelmirs anti-missile defenses? The Planetary defense grid must have seen these things coming, surely. Clancy looked hesitant. He didnt like the answer to that any more than Cuyler was going to. We dont know. Its likely that the missiles were launched from off the Coast, but even then there should have been some warning. The missiles were apparently hypersonic, so their total flight time could have been measured in just a few minutes if that. Anything from diplomatic channels? Its not good, replied the Shikisha again. All of a sudden, everyone was looking at him as the local expert of everything to do with the attack. A few hours ago, the expelled every ESF diplomat within Ryuchi. No surprises there, I guess. Nothing more could be said. The room took on a new air of fear with that thought. Diplomats were almost never expelled from a county unless all hopes for a diplomatic solution had completely disappeared So what do we do now? asked Damaris, breaking the silence with the most obvious question a person could ask. Spiknard stopped pacing and faced his officers, cutting in before Clancy could reply. -Now, we deal with the present. The simple fact is that there is not a single person in the ESF with half a brain that doesnt know who was responsible for this attack. If there was ever a way to declare war, then that was it. As much as I would like to continue our investigation to what has happened over the last few days, there are simply more pressing things to deal with. Well take what we have to ESF Command and tell them everything weve found and what little weve learned But we need to deal with 101

reality Were at war, people, and there is very little we can do about it from here. A heavy silence fell over the wardroom. Clancy thought with some degree of morbid humour that Spiknard would be the ideal person to call if you ever needed to kill a party. Your orders, sir? Contact those two submariners which are arriving, replied the Tashlet sternly. Tell them were making for Nawlins at best speed, and then set a course for Nawlins Island . But I have a few loose ends to tie up

Presidential Residence, Renshi, Ryuchi. Tishryu 11th, FY 2040 Katzin Helsonn was a man veiled in infinite shades of grey. He was revered, feared, respected, and in some cases; loathed. But that was the life of the politician, and was prepared to accept that. Two thousand years before, the fate of the Roman Empire had been decided in a single moment when Julius Caesar had given the order to cross the Rubicon. Perhaps he too had made that same fateful decision But history would be the one to tell that, and he intended to write it. For years, the ESF had represented an obstacle to him; an impasse that he could not scale through political manipulation, and a political force that he could not bring down with simple military strength. But now he had both on his side, and he could finally do what he had set out to nearly 15 years before; destroy Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force. The history behind this great feud with the ESF was long and complex. It had begun as a difference of opinion when the ESF had lifted the ban on colonial deregulation Helsonn did what any intelligent man 102

would, and invested a great deal of time in exploiting this new opportunity. And then the ESF had begun to put embargos against the non-aligned confederations of the world including the many stations and prospects that Ryuchi had established across the Mizuno . Ryuchis objections had gone unnoticed, and the nation then resigned her membership from the organization, becoming the founding state of the Ryuchi a presented opportunities that the ESF did not. Many other nations had been quick to join, and Ryuchi had become a power to be reckoned with. Inevitably, it sparked an arms race unseen since the Cold War of the twentieth century. It was a cold war no more. Walking down the halls of the state house to the chambers of the Parliament, Daijin Katzin Helsonn straightened his tie and allowed a grief-stricken, wary and forlorn smile for the cameras around him. Presentation was often far more important than anything one had to say. Beside him, the faces of his military advisers and aids were unreadable. They betrayed nothing. A pair of Mariners opened the doors to the chambers before the Daijin and he strode in to the House of Representatives to the thunder of revered applause. The house already knew what to expect from their Daijin that day, of course. His address would simply be a formality to be passed as soon as he had finished it. He walked down the Center aisle, making sure he didnt make too much personal eye contact with the various hundreds of councilors in the chamber. He took to the Dais that sat high on the raised podium beneath the Speak of the House, and bearing the presidential seal. Waiting a few moments, he cast his eyes over the room, making sure he had everyones attention. Please be seated, he said quickly. The request was met quickly as the representatives like sheep all sat down without 103

need for further prompting. Silence filled the auditorium for long seconds, and the Daijin straightened to adopt a more formal image. On the occasions where I have spoken to the citizens of this great , it is often to pause and reflect upon the great things that our nations have achieved. Taking a brief pause, he let the silence hang again for several long seconds. But sometimes, it is not always the great things that define our history or our times. Over the past few days, we have witnessed turbulent and frightening examples of how the difference of opinion can lead to great tragedy. Difference of opinion, he repeated with a degree of emphasis. It is the defining cornerstone of democracy; the freedom of expression; that which makes us a civilized society. For many years, such differences have driven us to a fine line of uncertainty with Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force, all because they were unwilling to listen to that expression of freedom. On the 7th of this month, that line was finally crossed. Silence met the heavy onset of his speech. It was a tense air in the chambers of the parliament. On the 7th of Tishryu, Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force flagship Vadavah SSC 2040 fired on and destroyed 4 Ryuchi subMariners in the cold waters of the northern Mizuno . In no way had these vessels threatened the Vadavah, and in no way had they intruded on ESF waters. This inexcusable act of hostility was avoidable, and despite the grave nature of the incident, our questions to the highest levels of the ESF received no answer. This is not the first time such incidents have occurred. For nearly 10 years, we have stood on this precipice, looking out at an uncertain future. Yes the shots had been fired many times before, said Helsonn with an almost reminiscing tone. But every time, he continued. Ryuchi and Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force were willing to rise to the occasion and our differences were solved with diplomacy; and the open hand of friendship. 104

A light applause met the sentence, and the Daijin allowed it to continue for several seconds. We have offered them this open hand once more, he said; aiming to end his speech. And we were answered with silence. Accenting his point, Helsonn always the master puppeteer once again let the heavy comment hang over the auditorium. Several hours ago, he said quietly, allowing the microphone to project his voice to the audience, We responded. Just hours ago, I conferred with the Master Commanders of the Navy, Mariner Corps, Air force and Army. I listened to their recommendations, and a decision was reached. The missile attack on the ESFs Ahel naval base on Tiburon Peninsula was a measured response, he finally confessed. No longer will we sit by idly as the ESF dictates policy for millions of Ryuchi citizens across the Mizuno . No longer will the families of our servicemen and women have to receive letters explaining how their sons and daughters died for a cause that does not exist. And no longer, he said with finality, will we listen to that silence within. A line in the sand has been drawn, the Daijin declared with growing passion. In defense of Ryuchi and her allies, and in defense of the Ryuchi , it is with a sad heart that I ask the council to declare a state of war on Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force. Thunder boomed throughout the auditorium as a standing ovation met Helsonns speech. For seconds that seemed an eternity, Katzin Helsonn stared out over the diplomats and representatives of the Ryuchi, and knew that he had committed himself to history. Yes he would write history. And he would see to it that it looked upon him favorably.

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Ethaiyam Starsea Force Headquarters, Nawlins, Nawlins Island, Ethaiyam. Tishryu 11th, FY 2040 Hashem Kelimah Helsonn fought his way through the sea of media reporters outside the Tidewater Tower and struggled to fight back the torrential downpour of questions that were being thrown at him. Ryuchis declaration of war had been expected, but it didnt change the fact that the ESF was totally unprepared for it. And right now, he was the ESF. Hashem! How do you respond to Daijin Katzin Helsonn- Sir! Sir! What do you have to say about- Helsonn shook his head, holding up his hands and doing the best he could to answer the questions with generic responses that would hopefully cover everything they were asking. I assure you all that Ryuchis allegations are totally unfounded. The ESF does not attack civilians, and there will be a full inquiry in to the actions of the Vadavah at Tyr. Sir, how do you expect the ESF will respond to Ryuchis declaration? Helsonn felt like punching that particular reporter in the face. What the flames were that supposed to mean? Declaration? Propaganda was more like it. Helsonns entire speech had been an expensive media show and nothing more. He had already declared war the second he bombed Ahel. Other avenues of diplomatic resolution are being investigated, he said simply. In truth, he meant nothing by the statement but he was most interested to see just how much the inquisitive reporter would over-analyse the response in to an elaborate and mind-blowing headline for the tabloids. Hashem, do you feel the actions of Tashlet Spiknard- Helsonn stopped just before his limousine that was waiting to take him to the airport and faced all the 106

reporters, holding up his hands to ask for some understanding at the very least. Ladies and gentlemen, Im sorry but this is not a good time. There will be a press conference later at which point I will personally answer any questions you may have. But I am late for a meeting with the Joint Masters and do not have the time for any more questions. Thank you. Stepping in to the Limousine, the reporters were still trying to get answers to a multitude of questions, most of which sounded like theyd been written for a two year old. He took a long sigh of relief as the secret serviceman outside closed the door of the car, and without any delay what so ever it began to drive off down the street under the escort of a full police convoy. The whole world had gone mad. Tashlet Spiknard was in a foul mood. If looks could kill, then he would have no trouble bringing down the entire Ryuchi by himself. Helsonn had actually declared war, and Spiknard sincerely doubted whether or not the ESF could survive the approaching storm. Outgunned by over 4 to 1, if Ryuchi decided to go on an all-out offensive, then he knew that there was no force in the Mizuno that could stop them. Adding to his troubles, there was still one other thing that deeply bothered him; the Havleting Gloarr. In anyone elses eyes, the entire matter would simply be another tragic incident in a decade marked by cold war. But in his 30 years of naval service, Spiknard had learned to see patterns quite clearly. And this time; the math was not adding up. Sitting quietly in his quarters, the Tashlet stared at the blank computer monitor atop his desk. The battle was over, but the war had not yet begun; and he still had one last card to play. Finally, he turned the computer on, logged on, and brought up a secured 107

communications channel. Searching through a long list of names, he found the one he was looking for and accessed it. Unseen by human eyes, the computer began routing the signal through the Vadavahs Strategic Operations Center, and was then relayed off numerous core ESF communications servers, bypassing every link in the chain of the command and going straight to the office of Master Tashlet Jeff Gesher. All Spiknard had to worry about was whether or not the Master Tashlet would be in his office. While he waited, Spiknard pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper, and started to write Shikisha Tegan Clancy was in an equally disgusting mood. Heading to the airlock, he was now on leave effective the second he stepped foot outside the submarine. Vadavah was moored at Nawlins Thor SSC submarine base; moored at either side were smaller sub-carriers Victorious and Ark Royal. They had insisted on escorting the Vadavah back to Nawlins Island. Clancy knew only too well that when fleet command had to escort one of its own ships in to base for reasons of insecurity, there was going to be some very serious questions asked. He had known Tashlet Spiknard for 6 years, and had grown to both respect and admire the man but if the past was any indication, Clancy felt a quiet sadness in the fact that the Tashlets career was most likely over. The Vadavah XO stopped as he came to the airlock and the quartermaster who was in the office beside it. Signing several forms, he slung his bag over his shoulder and got ready to leave. He didnt get far however as he heard footsteps on the metal grates behind him. As Clancy stopped to see who it was, Tashlet Spiknard sighed. Heads are going to roll today, Shikisha. Anyone we know, sir? Lets just say that its not too late for us to resign our commissions. 108

Stepping on to the long, submerged boarding bridge, the two officers noticed a pair of ESF Mariners standing at the end of it, nodding and talking about some unheard subject. Red bands around their arms with the letters MJD said they were military justice defenders . Spiknard shook his head with a smug grin. Hed been expecting this. Clancy looked warily at his Tashlet, suspecting the worst, and seemed hesitant to continue. Tashlet Spiknard? asked one of the soldiers. Looking at his rank insignia, Spiknard noticed he was a Isha. Yes Isha? The Mariners looked at each other helplessly before the Corporal turned back to the Naval Tashlet and shook his head apologetically. The other mariner, a private, was reaching for a pair of handcuffs that hung from his belt. Im sorry, sir. The call came in about 15 minutes ago I thought it might, said Spiknard, taking a step forward. He looked cautiously at the Private with the restraints, and then backs to the Corporal with a knowing smile. You wont have any trouble, Corporal. Ill go with you peacefully. The Corporal seemed hesitant at first, and then nodded to the Private, giving a silent Ok. The private put the cuffs back on his belt without much prompting. Thank you, sir. We dont like this any more you do Youll have to come with us. Can I ask what the warrant says? The Corporal didnt even have to unfold his orders to answer the question, and he looked quite glum. It falls under Article 20 Section 12 of ESF Command regulations, and Article 20 Section 8 of Command regulations, sir; Dereliction of duty and Treason respectively. Clancys jaw fell slack. Treason?! he repeated incredibly. 109

Im sorry, Shikisha This one comes straight from the top, said the Mariner. Im only following orders. -Thats fine, Corporal, said Spiknard quickly; interjecting before Clancy managed to cross the line. The Tashlet looked at his Executive officer something in his eye made Clancy frown. First drawer, my quarters: In the study. Follow it carefully. The Mariners looked like they were getting slightly agitated. They had been very patient to that point, and quite reasonable (Much to their credit, thought Spiknard) but he was not about to argue the point. This way, sir, said the Corporal, motioning down the docking bridge that led to the main Thor complex. Flanked by the two Mariners, Tashlet Spiknard was led away leaving Clancy to ponder the Tashlets final instructions. Perhaps shore leave would have to wait

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SURFACE TENSION ETHAIYAM STARSEA FORCE AIRES SSC FLEET YARDS ESF VADAVAH SSC 2040 TISHRYU 11TH, FY 2040
Shikisha Tegan Clancy input his security override code to the Tashlets quarters the doors were double, classically styled and made from oak. The craftsmanship was quite remarkable for a warship designed and constructed in a day where style was largely given over to utility. The door unlocked when he put in his code, and very quickly he headed for the study and opened the first drawer in the large desk found there. The drawer was empty, except for one file clearly marked Tegan Clancy. With curiosity, Clancy opened the file and began to read. The first page was nothing special. It merely stated the Vadavah mission orders, but the second page however, was a letter from the Tashlet outlining what the folder held. It was hand written. Tegan, if you are reading this, then Ive been relieved of command. In this file are my orders to you and the crew Turning the page, he found a surprise; on an otherwise blank piece of paper was a series of 10 letters and numbers spelled out in phonetic-long-form along with a typical DNA-encoded command key. He quietly recited the number aloud as he considered what it could be. Alpha nine three seven bravo tango 111

The obvious answer was so inconceivable that it had not even occurred to him. These were the nuclear launch codes for the Vadavahs strategic armament of twenty Triton-IV ICBMs! Quickly pocketing the key, Clancy went back to the letter and kept reading. Enclosed, you will find my command key and the strategic launch and authentication codes for the ships weaponry. I have spoken personally with Master Tashlet Gesher regarding the events of the past week, and his authorization can be found under ESF command dispatch 11-11-40-992. The DNA encoding on the key has been re-processed to recognize Shikisha Damaris as an executive officer. I have waived the possibility of giving these instructions to Shikisha Cuyler, as I know you trust Darah, and I can only trust who you can. See that she gets this key. I left a similar file with her Clancy quickly took the key and put it in his pocket. What Tashlet Spiknard had just done perhaps bordered as the single most illegal breach of naval regulations in the book. The actual authentication codes for the nuclear weapons stored on a submarine were known to only a handful of people the Daijin , Hashem and the most senior officers on the ship. Typically; the Tashlet and the Executive Officer. With so much destructive power on the submarine, it was unthinkable to leave the authority to launch the nukes with any one person, and in order to fire them, the submarine would have to receive an explicit order quoting that same authentication code straight from the Hashem of the ESF. Being the Vadavahs first officer, Clancy already had a key, but why give a launch key to Damaris? And what did Master Tashlet Gesher have to do with it? The launch command keys were only given out to the Tashlet and Executive officer and were coded with their specific DNA. This meant it was impossible 112

for anyone but these two officers to actually initiate a nuclear launch. Should anything happen that was not considered by the book procedure, the keys would become invalid, and the ships fire computer systems would automatically lock out missile control. By recoding his own key, Spiknard had ensured that the keys would remain active in the event of a new commanding officer coming aboard, meaning that the nuclear weapons aboard the SSC were now utterly useless. Clancy didnt know what to do. On one hand, Connor Spiknard was the most renowned Tashlet in the fleet, and he trusted the man with his life. But on the other hand, this request violated every single regulation he could think of. The charge and specification of treason would look like petty theft in comparison. If Clancy or Damaris were caught, their careers, if not lives, would be effectively over. If not for country, how far would Tegan Clancy go for his Tashlet? Picking up the key again, he made up his mind Putting the key in his jumpsuits top pocket, he quickly left the Tashlets quarters, closing and locking the doors behind him. Yes, this was war But who the enemy was he had absolutely no idea. Thor base technicians ran around madly, working to finalize the final systems aboard Vadavah that had been left incomplete before her first deployment. In one way, the shakedown cruise being cut short was a good thing, as it gave the engineers a lot more time to do their work. Master Kisha Craig Scotti was rapidly finding that keeping the submarines engineering systems online was a fulltime chore. Now that the rest of his engineering staff had finally arrived, maybe the job would be that much easier. One of the many systems now finally being installed was the Vadavah Mag-Lev; a horizontal, Magnetically Levitated train system powered by electro-magnets that ran the length of the massive 113

submarine. Walking the length of a 488 meter-long sub continuously over the expanse of a dozen decks was not an easy task, even for those who were fit, and Maglev made getting around considerably easier. Scotti looked up from his work on the Maglev to face one of his engineers. Ok, thats it, lets try it now. Stepping back from the Maglev, Scotti heard the hum of the big electromagnets as the car was raised just above the guide-rails. Not so much so you could see it of course, but from his diagnostics equipment, he was relieved to see that everything was working as planned. The Maglev system had 4 long magnetic rails on the roof and floor of the tunnel that suspended the car in between them that allowed it to run the length of the ship without the hassle of cables. Humming quietly, the car stood perfectly still and Scotti smiled. Ok, I think we did it. Excellent work! Now let me just check- Scotti was cut off as he heard his name being called from down the hall. Looking up, he saw Rakisha Darah Damaris running toward him, her feet ringing loudly over the metal-grated deck. Master! Scotti smiled at her. She was extraordinarily attractive; there was no doubt about that. He didnt blame Shikisha Clancy for feeling the way he did. Damaris seemed flushed, and even distressed. Yes, Shikisha? She didnt return the smile. Shikisha Clancy has asked for you to meet him in the briefing room in 5 minutes with the rest of the senior staff. Scotti sighed, being disgruntled at the prospect of a briefing in the middle of his shift. He didnt like meetings; the Academy had tried to make him an officer, but had declined on numerous occasions. He liked the freedom that came from being an enlisted sailor, and it saved him the trouble of a lot of unnecessary paperwork. His pay rate was the same as an officer anyway. I hope its important. 114

Damaris did not look amused. Master Scotti she said, opting to pull rank on the issue. Briefing room 5 minutes. Scotti shrugged in defeat. If there was one thing he didnt like about being enlisted, it was the fact that any officer even Ensigns could pull rank on him and there was very little he could do about it. Ok, but he and I are having words later on. I dont like leaving work unfinished. Scotti turned to the tech crew again. Make sure you check the top rails. I dont want this thing turning in to a roller coaster with no brakes. Understood? The tech crew shrugged as if hed already considered the possibility. Sure, Master. Whatever you want. Well have it running like a charm, sir. Good. Ill be back soon I dont intend to let this take long. Scotti looked curiously at Damaris as they headed down the hall. Her fine features held an air of tension and authority in them. He had never seen her quite so drawn. Shikisha, are you at least going to tell me what this is about? She returned the expression as they continued to walk towards the bow through the network of corridors that made up the Vadavahs complex, but well-planned interior. Every sector was clearly marked and it was very easy to find what you were looking for. Tashlet Spiknard has been arrested for treason. The Engineer smiled nonchalantly. He didnt believe a word of it. Ha-Ha. Very funny, now what is really going on? Damaris pulled out a PDA she had been carrying and handed it to the engineer. He read the newspaper headline that was displayed across it. It was an extract from the Honolulu Times. SSC Tashlet arrested for treason My god, youre serious arent you?

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Damaris shook her head. I pulled that from Fleet Intelligence. It hasnt even hit the newsstands yet. But it will be all over the media soon. Sweet Jesus. Tell me about it. A few minutes later, the two stepped in to the briefing room, having walked the length of the ship and scaled several stairwells to reach B-deck. Scotti was not exactly surprised to see Shikisha Cuyler, Kisha Soures and Shikisha Gabril Stranahan, the senior ranking fighter pilot on the Vadavah all-present around the table. Clancy, who as conspicuously seated at the head of the table didnt really move to greet him. Nice to see you made it Master. Have a seat. As Damaris and Scotti sat down, Clancy wasted no time in getting to the point. I know this is pretty unorthodox so I do apologies. But Ive called you all here to discuss something thats well important. As of 10 minutes ago, Tashlet Spiknard was arrested for treason. Everyone seated at the table, short of Darah Damaris and Master Scotti who already knew about it, simply looked at him in stunned silence. Scotti realized that Clancy had clearly not told anyone until that point. Treason Sir, you cant be serious. Im very serious, said Clancy coldly. I was there when the MPs arrested him. How the flames didnt we know about it? asked Wing Shikisha Stranahan, who looked more than slightly baffled. I got the impression that the Tashlet wanted to keep this low key. In his absence of course, Im in command And I decided that it would be best to tell you; the officers first, before the crew found out. When are you going to tell them? As soon as this is over, said Clancy. But in fairness, I didnt think you would want your respective 116

subordinates bombarding you with questions to which you had no answers. Cuyler stroked his goatee contemplatively. Funnily enough, thought Clancy, he didnt really know Cuyler that well. Yes, they were getting to be quite friendly as time went on, but he still knew next to nothing about the mans past; nor did anyone else in the room. His personnel file, for whatever reason, was not available with the rest of the crews. Shikisha, Isnt treason a little extreme? Under ESF international law, he did nothing wrong except for when he disobeyed orders to return to Nawlins I could possibly see a dereliction of duty charge in there. Hes up for that as well, said Clancy simply, and needing to say very little more. Oh. In any event, thats what were here to discuss, continued Clancy. Yes, you are quite right, under ESF law he did nothing wrong. But it wasnt the ESF that put him up on the charges. It was the . What? asked Kisha Soures; !? What for? Well, as you know Tashlet Spiknard is an officer of the Royal Navy, and falls under command. Technically speaking, the Tashlet caused a war with Ryuchi without consulting his superiors in London, and the is holding him accountable for that. Youve got to be absolutely kidding me Thats ridiculous. Surely the Hashem would have overridden that. Secretary Hamilton is a part of the problem, observed Clancy quietly. In fact, it was the Hashem who recommended the to make that decision in the first place. Total silence met Clancys stunning card. What the Shikisha had just said implicated the Hashem of the ESF in a conspiracy, and that was treason. Are you sure? asked Stranahan, wanting to make sure he covered all the bases before throwing himself in the fire. Thats one flames of an accusation. 117

Ive seen the letter, said Clancy again. Before he was arrested, the Tashlet apparently spoke to Master Tashlet Gesher, pulled some strings, and gave us the mother-load on the whole deal. The Hashem needs a scapegoat to pin the blame for this war, and they cant nail the Tashlet for it under ESF regulations. Flames, they couldnt even if they tried. NORPAC absolutely loves him. He became a public hero overnight when we sank those Molotochim. Just read the tabloids; hes the man whos going to kill Hamilton by all accounts. Hes the Tashlet whos willing to stand up and flip the bird at Ryuchi. So the Hashem is getting them to do the crucifixion for him. They cant do that, protested Cuyler. Were testifying in his defence when the time comes, right? No, were not, said Clancy regretfully, and with his voice laced with venom. I received instructions from JAG that well be expected to submit written testimonies to the convening board of inquiry before we ship out. Under whose orders!? spat Cuyler. The Hashem, said Clancy again; totally unsurprised. Oh how convenient, replied the tactical officer with disgusted sarcasm. They need to nail him for this, so they are making sure that everyone who can defend his actions wont be available. Theres more, explained Clancy. Tomorrow, along with our newest helm officer, were scheduled to get a new Tashlet. He goes by the name of Sitorus. Stranahan looked pained at mention of the name. Benjamin Sitorus? he asked Yes, I believe so. Why? Do you know him? Unfortunately, mumbled Stranahan. He was the Tashlet of one of my assignments a few years back. I dont think Ive ever met a bigger asshole pardon my Candrahan Lehi Tahat, corrected Damaris with a wry smile. 118

Excuse me? Lehi Tahat, she repeated in flawlessly articulated Candrahan. She was born in Meros, and while she didnt advertise the fact, it wasnt too hard to tell from her accent. Its Candrahan for asshole. Stranahan grinned. Ill have to remember that. But as I was saying I dont think Ive met a bigger ass in my entire life. Who the flames gave us this jarhead? asked Cuyler again. Take a wild guess. Oh Flames. Lexis Island, Nawlins, Nawlins Island, Ethaiyam. Tishryu 12th, FY 2040 Crossing the Lexis Island Bridge, Tashlet Benjamin Sitorus sat in the front passenger seat of ESF vehicle, staring out at the bright blue waters of Nawlins. Sitorus was a 30 year veteran of the navy at age 49, and had seen it all Or so he believed. He was looking forward to this new assignment, no matter how much of a media-bash it was getting. There was quite literally nothing larger than a Vadavah class SSC, and he doubted that there ever would be. They were the first and last of their kind. From everything hed heard, the crew of the Vadavah in particular, the senior staff - were fanatically loyal to their former Shikisha, Connor Spiknard, (a man whom he had little time for) but Sitorus knew that sorting that problem out would be a very minor matter indeed. Anyone who didnt toe the line under his command would find themselves transferred faster than they could sign their own name. Sitting behind him, Rakisha Vaddy rode in the back seat in silence. She hadnt said much, which was 119

fine by him. Her father was a Master Tashlet in the ESF fleet, and it was a position that afforded her a few concessions. Silently, he wondered just what strings had been pulled to get Vaddy aboard the Vadavah. He didnt like favoritism, and he had no compunction against reassigning Vaddy should she prove to be nothing more than baggage. Hashem Kelimah Hamilton himself had given the Vadavah Sitorus, after a good deal of controversy regarding Tashlet Spiknards decision to attack and destroy several attack subMariners. Frankly, Sitorus would have done the same thing in Spiknards position but he doubted that would be an issue any longer. Pulling up outside the Thor yards administration building, the 2 officers stepped out of the Hummer and began heading up to the naval docks. Sitorus returned the salutes of various officers as he passed and then entered the building. The Thor facility was one of the largest on Lexis Island, and for good reason. It was built to service up to three SSCs at a time, and being able to totally dry dock up to two of them. Each SSC was nearly 500 meters long by nearly 300 meters wide which meant that the facility covered an area of approximately half of Lexis Island. That made them the single largest custom-built construction base on the face of the planet. It had taken a mammoth effort of dredging, and a huge portion of the Island had been totally removed to accommodate the base. Entering the boarding facility, Sitorus was pleased to see that the majority of the Vadavahs officers and much of her crew had gathered in rank formation outside their submarine pending an inspection from the new Shikisha. At least they had some degree of discipline, mused Sitorus quietly. The one who appeared to be the ships XO, Tegan Clancy was at the front of the formation. Attention! he barked. 120

The ranks of sailors snapped their heels together with a loud, reverberating staccato that echoed throughout the cavernous, sheltered docking area of the submarine base, and Clancy saluted as the Tashlet approached. He returned the salute and Clancy introduced himself immediately. Im Shikisha Tegan Clancy, sir. Ships XO. All senior staff are present or accounted for, sir. Sitorus merely nodded. At least Clancy had respect for superiors. Good, he said gruffly. Working his jaw for a moment, the Tashlet cast his eye over the assembled crew. As your new Tashlet, he began, Id like to say what an honor it is to take command of this great vessel. I consider myself a fair man, but I tolerate no misconduct. I know you were possibly growing accustomed to a relaxed style of command under your previous Tashlet, but let me make myself clear; all actions of insubordination will be dealt with swiftly and severely. I run a tight ship, and I expect that there will be no problems with this arrangement. Every report Ive read suggests that you are the best crew in the fleet so prove it. That is all. You are dismissed! Clancy exchanged a slightly shocked glance with Damaris and raised an eyebrow. Sitorus, it seemed, was definitely to quote Damaris a Trou de cul. If he ran the ship like this all the time, there would probably be a mutiny. Much to Clancys dismay, the Tashlet caught his sceptical expression and his lip curled. Is there a problem, Shikisha? No, Tashlet, not at all. Sitorus came almost threateningly close and his weathered but fiery eyes bore into the younger man. Despite that, Clancy did not flinch. Good. Listen, Shikisha, Im familiar with your reputation; Striking superior officers insubordination Youve had a colorful career from all accounts. I just hope for your sake that youve taken a new approach to life, Because if I have to say anything to you that is not an order, Im going 121

to chew you up and youll be off this ship faster than you can blink. Do I make myself clear, Shikisha? Clancy nodded and nothing more. If Sitorus wanted to be an ass, so could he. Perfectly clear, sir. Good. If thats the case, then Im sure you and I will get along just fine. I expect a full report on shipboard activities on my desk by 19:00 Zulu. With that, the stiff-collared Tashlet headed off to the boarding gantry, and when Clancy was satisfied that he was no longer under the Tashlets gaze, he widened his eyes and sighed to Damaris. Well Damaris tried to hide a smug grin unsuccessfully. A man of very few words, it seems. These are going to be the longest days of my life. Before Damaris could reply, Clancy suddenly became aware of someone standing at ease next to him. She wore the insignia of a Rakisha, her brown hair pulled back in a tight Bun at the bottom of her skull. He could tell straight away by looking at her rigid and unwavering demeanor that she may very well have transferred from Sitoruss previous command, or at least ways seen enough of his unique command style to know the system. Rakisha Vaddy reporting for duty, sir. Clancy raised an eyebrow and waved her away. Her politeness was a pleasant change from the drillsergeant Tashlet who had just arrived. At ease, Shikisha. Theres no need to be so formal. Im Shikisha Tegan Clancy. He extended his hand, and she took it warily, looking somewhat surprised at Clancys laid-back attitude. She was someone who had clearly been around one too many people like Sitorus. I believe youre our newest helm officer. Is that right, Shikisha? Yes, sir. He smiled. Well then, may I introduce Rakisha Darah Damaris, 3rd officer, and our other Helmsman 122

Shes your opposite on the bridge. Youll probably be seeing more of her. Maam, said Vaddy formally, nodding respectfully. Its good to meet you, Shikisha. I can show you to your quarters if you like. Then well let you get settled in. Vaddy nodded gratefully, and for a moment, Clancy swore that he saw the hint of a smile beneath her otherwise expressionless features. Dismissed, Shikisha. Thank you, sir. Damaris looked at him again with amusement, almost as if reading his thoughts. She then led Vaddy away, leaving Clancy to stand alone on the dockside, looking around idly. He took off his uniform baseball cap and rubbed his face with his hands. This was going to be utter flames Nawlins City, Nawlins Island, Ethaiyam. ESF Judge Advocate Generals Headquarters. Tishryu 13th, FY 2040 It was a media circus outside the ESFs JAG courthouse. Dozens, perhaps hundreds of reporters were gathered outside the building to gather whatever information they could on absolutely anything to do with the infamous ESF Tashlet who had started a war with the Ryuchi . In full service dress and flanked by ESF Security officers and his Attorney, Connor Spiknard was escorted through the crowds of media from the hummer that had dropped them off, to the foyer of the courthouse. It was a strange feeling, considered Spiknard. Almost every set of eyes was looking at him with suspicion, mistrust and intrigue. 123

Dozens of reporters put microphones and cameras in to the Attorneys face. Questions ranged from the protective to insulting, and the Tashlet felt like he was the centerpiece of a zoo specializing in endangered species. Excuse me, sir! A moment of your time? What exactly is the list of charges against Tashlet Spiknard? The Attorney, Shikisha Doug Profan, was a longtime friend of Spiknards. They had met many years previously when both of them were a lot younger than they were now. We cant say at this point in time. Mister Profan! This court martial has a rather extensive list of charges. Will the Tashlet be pleading guilty? Profan shook his head. This is a hearing not a trial. No comment. Tashlet Spiknard! Is it true that- Spiknard shook his head, ignoring the reporter and heading up the stairs at the front of the building. Profan however stopped and took a minute to put the rabble to rest. Look, right now my client has a good deal on his mind. There will be time for questions at a later date, but not now. As usual, despite his request, the media continued to press for answers. Profan too turned his back on the reporters and hurried up the stairs to Spiknards side once more. Thanks, Doug, said the Tashlet under his breath. I could be a lot worse off if I didnt have you here. Despite the most abysmal situations, Doug Profan was always a man of quick and light-hearted wit. Today was no exception. Well, you are charged with treason, among other things. I dont see how much worse it could get. Spiknard smirked. Remind me never to compliment you again

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 All rise. Master Tashlet Thomas Kei presiding. The sound of scrapping chairs as people came to their feet came as an ESF Master Tashlet , mid 50s, and wearing dress uniform entering the court. Sitting down, the Master Tashlet looked around the room, nodding politely to Spiknard, and then cleared his throat. Be seated. Sitting back down again, Spiknard leaned over and whispered in to Profans ear as the lawyer sighed quietly. Something wrong? Master Tashlet Kei, he said. I wasnt expecting this guy. We were supposed to get Jennifer Bellman. Kei and I dont exactly get along The Master Tashlet looked down at his papers, sorting through them a moment as he familiarized himself with everything he had to deal with, and then looked back up to the court. Will the defence council please rise. Obediently, Spiknard and Profan stood up quietly. Tashlet Connor Spiknard, this hearing is not a trial as you are aware. But it will determine whether or not the case in question has sufficient reason to convene a general court martial. May I just say for the record, Tashlet, your reputation precedes you. The court recognizes your exemplary service record to the ESF Navy, and this will be considered with the rest of the evidence. This hearing is now in session. And then the hammer came down. ESF Aires Fleet Yards, Lexis Island, Nawlins. ESF Vadavah SSC 2040. Tishryu 13th, FY 2040

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The briefing room was once again packed with the officers of the Vadavahs senior staff. Tashlet Sitorus stood at the front of the room. His uniform looked so sharp that Clancy swore he wouldnt at all look out of place wearing a pith helmet and boots. As you know, said the Tashlet sternly, the Ryuchi has formally declared war on the ESF. As of 0900 this morning, the fleet went to code-one alert and began operating under wartime operational regulations. Were being put on the frontline as soon as repairs are complete. We ship out this evening. Clancy exchanged a wary look with the other officers, and then faced the Tashlet. Sir, we actually wanted to discuss that if that was alright with you. By all means, Shikisha. Speak your mind, said Sitorus with a hint of wariness. He had undoubtedly seen the subtle exchange between the officers, and was probably curious what the problem was. Well, sir I know weve all given written testimonies to JAG, but if there is a chance we will be called as witnesses during Tashlet Spiknards hearing. Sitorus shook his head. That wont be happening, he said bluntly. The comment was enough to take Clancy completely off his guard. Not happening? What the flame was that meant to mean? Sir how can you be sure? You dont bring someone up on the charge of treason without a flaming good reason to do so, said the Tashlet tersely. I sincerely doubt you will be called to the stand, Shikisha And our orders come from Command, so there is very little we can do about it. The Tashlet was about to move on to other topics, but Clancy was hardly finished and interjected again. This annoyed Sitorus immensely. Tashlet, with respect there are regulations that will likely mean we will be called to testify. I feel very strongly that we should be available should that happen. 126

I dont know if youve noticed, Shikisha but we are at war; a war that Tashlet Spiknard started. This ship is headed to the frontline the minute we have finished bringing about supplies, and there is very little that is going to change that. The Tashlet looked flustered, and deciding not to push his luck, Clancy remained quiet. That would not stop him from filing an official protest in the ships log however. Weve been ordered to the Ryuchi Border north east of the Tonga Trench, explained the Tashlet. From there, we are to commence a patrol up and down the Central Mizuno Basin. Our primary objective will be to provide regional battle groups with fighter support as the ESF moves to fortify the Phoenix Islands. Netilat left on her Shakedown cruise 3 days ago and will join us there. Master Kisha Scotti; I understand that the engines had a few problems during your first deployment? The engineer, known for being rather casual in his duties, did the best job he could in putting aside those tendencies. He doubted very much that Sitorus would let such informal behavior slip by. Urn, Yes sir. The electromagnetic coolant systems in the number 4 and 6 propulsors kept overheating and producing cavitation. We couldnt run those engines past 75 percent in case we damaged the propulsors. Ive got engineering details from Nawlins having another look at the flow stabilizers They said they should have it fixed by the end of the day. Sitorus nodded in approval; much to Clancys surprise. So far, the Tashlet had done very little to encourage the crews work. Excellent work, Mister Scotti. Ill expect a full report once the repairs are complete. Shikisha Cuyler? What are our weapons and EVA assets looking like at this stage? Kyle Cuyler sighed. Were taking aboard the last of the torpedo stocks now. That gives us about 400 live weapons both in the tubes, and in the ships stores. The rest of our EVA crews will arrive at 1300 this 127

afternoon, and the fighters corps torpedo stocks have been fully loaded. Were carrying roughly a thousand Connor 95 and Connor 96 plasma warheads for a full combat wing of 72 SF-2s and SF-37s. Right now, were loading about 1800 tons of 30-millimeter- You can spare me the finer details, Shikisha, observed Sitorus flatly. Just a simple summary will suffice. You can include the rest in your official report. I thought this was my official report, sir, replied Cuyler cautiously. Tashlet Spiknard usually just- Im not Tashlet Spiknard, said Sitorus with an edge of impatience. I expect daily reports, on paper, from every department head on this ship. Ill keep that in mind, sir Yes; our weapons status is good. All up, well be looking at a total weapons load of about 2000 tons, sir. That excludes the ammunition from the Mariner garrison. And that comes to? 1250 tons, sir. So we have 3250 tons of ammunition in total enough for a 6 month tour of duty summarised Sitorus. Excellent. Ill want to speak with your Mariner CO when hes available Major Cortez wasnt it? Yes sir, confirmed Cuyler. The Major couldnt be here today, he had prior arrangements. Fine, said Sitorus, totally uncaring. I dislike having an entire company of Mariners aboard my ship, Shikisha. They are a nuisance and have a habit of interfering with operations. This is a warship; not a troop transport. As chief tactical officer, I am holding you personally responsible for everything those ground pounders do. Do you understand? Yes sir. Tashlet Sitorus said nothing as he looked down at his PDA and scrolled down the page, reading what else was on his agenda for the days proceedings. He 128

frowned as he came to a point he didnt like, and looked unhappily at Wing Shikisha Stranahan. Ah yes Wing Shikisha. I understand that you may be able to explain this Loaded aboard under the watch of harbor Quartermaster Harry F. Darson on Tishryu 6th at 1422 hours; 184 gallons of intoxicating liquor including but not limited to Spirits, Vodka, Beer and Wine delivered to and stored in cargo hold six at the request of Wing Shikisha Gabril J. Stranahan Do you care to explain this? Stranahan raised an eyebrow, noticing out the corner of his eye the amused grins of Clancy, Vaddy, Damaris and Cuyler. Im not sure I understand, sir. Is there a problem? Perhaps I was too subtle, Wing Shikisha. Let me rephrase What the flames is 800 liters of alcohol doing on this ship? I want it gone. With respect, Tashlet as Commanding officer of the ships Subfighter wing, it is my prerogative to bring aboard Alcohol for regulated consumption within my command. And as the Tashlet of this ship, Shikisha, I say what is and is not permitted aboard. The idea of several hundred of your pilots under the influence of alcohol is not exactly a thought that I enjoy entertaining. Tashlet I mean no disrespect, but you will find it is common throughout the fleet that navy pilots in particular find alcohol to be a particularly effective way of maintaining morale. We are on a submarine, sir. We spend months away from home without ever seeing the light of day, operate under the most stressful and dangerous conditions of any person enlisted in the service, and face the very real possibility that whenever we sit in a cockpit of a subfighter, we may not be coming back. If a mere 184 gallons of Alcohol is enough to keep nearly 300 of my pilots happy and alive, I dont see a problem with it. 129

Sitorus worked his jaw. The man had a very short temper, and it was taking every bit of self-control he had to maintain his cool. When he gave an order, he did not expect to be lectured by a subordinate officer even if it was a Wing Shikisha who had more renown in the fleet than any other pilot alive. Clancy repressed a satisfied smirk at the fact that Stranahan was not about to be slapped down by the pompous Tashlet. Then let me make myself very clear, Wing Shikisha, said Sitorus almost threateningly. If I receive one report of misconduct involving one of your pilots involving alcohol I will relieve you of your command and have you thrown in the brig faster than you can say your own rank. And Id expect you to hold me to that, sir. Sitorus was at the end of his tether of patience. He had had enough; much to Wing Shikisha Stranahans delight. Fine he said, getting up from the desk. Thats enough for today. Youre all dismissed. I want to see your reports on my desk by the end of the day, without exception. Clancy was the first to get up, and was only too eager to get out of the stuffy room. With a quick Sir, not wanting to agitate the Tashlet any further, he made a fast exit with Darah Damaris close behind. Kyle Cuyler however was not quite as fortunate as the Tashlet signaled him out before he could even stand up. Before you go, Mister Cuyler, he said sternly. The next time I see you on the bridge, I expect you will be clean shaven. And that was not a request. You are a senior officer, and goatees are not regulation dress code. Cuyler bit his lip. Yes sir. Dismissed, Rakisha. The tactical officer nodded silently, leaving the briefing room quickly and stroking his soon-to-be exbeard. Vaddy was not far behind, and she quietly leaned up to his ear in the hallway and whispered. 130

Shame, she said. I thought the beard was sort of cute Clancy waited around the corner until all the officers Sitorus included dispersed, leaving him alone to quickly usher Damaris aside. Darah, Can I have a moment? She nodded slowly, and followed Clancy down the corridor. Quickly checking around the hall to make sure the area was clear of anyone who may overhear them; Clancy took on a very serious guise of concern and looked at her. Before he was arrested, Tashlet Spiknard left a file in his quarters for me. He made some pretty big calls, and asked quite a bit in terms of favours. Thats putting it lightly, she observed, Clancy recalling that she had been left a similar file. What did he ask you to do? Clancy pulled down the collar of his white turtleneck skivvy and pulled out a chain that was concealed beneath it. On it was a key; his nuclear authorization key. Damaris clenched her jaw as she noticed a second key on the chain He left me with his missile control key. She was cautious as she looked around to make sure no one was listening or watching. I dont see why, with the DNA coding, its useless to you Thats assuming he wanted you to use it. The older Shikisha nodded as he unclipped the second key from the chain and held it out in his hand. I know. He had it re-encoded with your DNA. She was shocked. Me? He didnt mention that in the letter he left on my desk Under the circumstances, you and I were the only ones he could trust, Clancy explained quietly. Somethings going on here, Darah. I dont know what yet but keep an open eye. Damaris gingerly took the key and hastily stuffed it in to her jumpsuit pocket. Tegan looked her 131

in the eyes. His gaze was gentle, but at the same time, incredibly fierce. Take care of it. I just hope you dont need it. Im scared, Gabril, she said with anxiety. I know, he replied, taking her hands gently with his. So am I.

Dusk had come to the warm waters of Nawlins Island; the pleasant red glow of the sun setting over the tropical horizon sent rays of golden light piercing the surface of the ocean to the depths below. It was an even more picturesque site beneath the waves as these golden rays of light cast silvery murals of infinitely complex patterns across the hull of the ESF Vadavah SSC 2040, cruising quietly over the Hawaiian Molokai plains. Kisha Kamala Sabine sat in the cockpit of her small SF-37/E Pegasim sub fighter watching this as she and the rest of the ASF-290 Shockwaves raced through the sea, maintaining a steady vigil over the Vadavah. Doing a respectable speed of about 90 knots, the subfighter was flying escort for the massive SSC. Pegasim First Squadron, better known to the fleet as the VF-107 Shockwaves was the best fighter squadron not only aboard the Vadavah, but throughout the entire ESF and there was literally not a single person in the entire ESF who could dispute that. The Shockwaves had been formed just a few months earlier from the very best pilots throughout the ESF fleet. Drawing from every Confederation, and every other fighter wing in the Navy, to be a part of this group of crack-pilots was an incredible privilege. Sabine was one of those pilots. Of thousands of pilots in the fleet, a mere twelve had finally made the squadron Roster, and those twelve had gone on to become the first, and for a while only squadron of SF37 Pegasim in the navy. The SF-37/E Pegasim was the latest and greatest subfighter to roll off the ESF 132

production lines, and came as a long-awaited answer to Ryuchis very lethal Briton class. Compared to the Briton, the older ESF SF-2 Haggarim were simply not of the same caliber, and they had suffered dearly at the hands of Ryuchis fighter wings over the past fifteen years. The Pegasim would change all that, and the Shockwaves were at the tip of the spear. Only one other squadron came close to their level of experience and skill in terms of pilots the Netilat-based VF-115 Dark Malethim, under the command of Wing Shikisha Corinne Roderick. Naturally, the two squadrons shared a mutual rivalry with one another, and the contest for title of top gun was up for grabs. Maybe it was an egotistical and arrogant way of looking at it, but Sabine knew only too well that morale was just as important as skill, and any pilot who lacked the heart to do the impossible when it was asked of them would not likely come home The piercing of a moments static in her ear from her helmet mounted radio made her wince painfully. Led Zeppelin was good, provided it wasnt going to be interrupted by the annoying squawk of a radio that left ones ear drums in splitting pain. Pegasim Claw wing, this is Vadavah. Weve cleared Nawlins control Be advised we are now at blue-water ops. Pegasim Claw one here, came the familiar voice of Wing Shikisha Stranahan. Message is understood. Well maintain CSP as long as needed. Out. Obediently, the Pegasim fell back in to standard escort formations that became widely spread around the Vadavahs defensive perimeter. They didnt need to be told what to do; this was pretty standard stuff. Sabine watched as the massive engines of the Vadavah came to life. The huge hydro-jet engine nozzles seemed to flare as the outtakes opened up like big irises. The sight was quite remarkable as each engine was easily 25 meters in length. The extreme engineering that had gone in to those propulsion systems made everything else on the planet look decidedly quaint. Sabine began 133

starting up her own, smaller versions of those engines, but for the Pegasim, it wasnt as big an issue. Their light mass quite easily allowed them to exceed speeds of up to 150 knots without any trouble. As far as power-to-weight ratios went, the Pegasim was unsurpassed. Her gaze fixed squarely on the water ahead of her; Sabine felt the supersonic boom of the Vadavahs main engines as they started up, sending huge pressure waves through the sea. It was a bizarre, but strangely awesome sight; the water in the wake of the SSCs engines seemed to physically change form, the water being displaced so much that there was a visible, glowing demarcation line where the warm, lowpressure water from the ships engines met the highpressure water of the sea, causing a foam-like wash that seemed to move in slow motion. The SSC pulled away slowly at first, but quickly began to accelerate. Sabine matched her speed with the big sub, just in time to hear Stranahans next orders. All flights, this is Lead, youre clear to commence patrol ROE says nothing is to get within 10 miles of Vadavah. In other words, if it doesnt have approach authorization, kill it. Sabine quietly whooped in delight as she kicked in every bit of throttle she could give the fighter and was pushed back in to her seat and her tiny Pegasim rapidly accelerated to 270 knots. The G-forces were hard from the extreme acceleration, but she smiled as the Pegasims streamlined hull cut through the water with incredible ease. The fighter quickly went from 90 to 270 knots in less than 6 seconds. It was like drag racing with a 90-million dollar machine. She loved this job. Uploading the last of her pre-plotted navigational data to the flight computer, she engaged the Pegasims autopilot, kicked back and enjoyed the ride. This was all class. 134

Nawlins, Nawlins Island, Ethaiyam. Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force High Court. Tishryu 13th, FY 2040 It was getting late in the city of Nawlins and the sky outside stood at twilight. The feeling inside the courtroom for Tashlet Spiknard was similar. The hearing had not gone well, and it was almost certain that a court martial would follow. That much had been expected, but that didnt make the reality any easier to deal with. Sitting in the courtroom patiently, Spiknard and Profan waited Judge Kei to return with his decision. The door beside the stand opened and the master-at-arms walked in, with the Judge not far behind. All rise. Again, the pair of officers at the defence bench stood and waited while the Judge took his seat. Spiknard got the impression hed have to get used to this. Be seated. Looking down at his papers, Master Tashlet Kei sighed unhappily and clasped his hands. He cast a weary set of spectacled eyes over Tashlet Spiknard and Shikisha Profan. For his part, the Master Tashlet looked decidedly upset with what he now had to do. Defence council, will you please stand. Obediently, Spiknard and Profan got to their feet and the Judge exhaled slowly before announcing his verdict. Tashlet Spiknard. In light of the cases presented today, Ive been left to contemplate a good deal of issues. You are a decorated officer of both the ESF and Royal Navies, you have seen a career that has been marked more achievements and accomplishments than any other single command officer in the fleet, and despite all this a single, lawful command decision you made on the 7th of this month has led to an unmitigated disaster of global proportions. The purpose of this hearing was not to 135

establish guilt, as you know but it has established that there were decisions made that have driven the member nations of the ESF to a state of war. The Master Tashlet paused as he pulled out another sheet of paper, stopping to read it briefly. At the onset of this hearing, I was handed a recommendation that came from naval command via the office of the ESF Hashem. It outlined a level of political damage that has come in the wake of this incident, and as a result of the declaration of war, the Royal Navy, under article 20, section 8 of the 2024 naval regulation amendments, your government has decided to pursue the charge and specification of wartime treason, in addition to the charge and specification of Dereliction of Duty. With the seriousness of these charges, and the findings of this hearing, I have no choice by to order a court-martial to be convened at the earliest convenient date. However, as you were serving under the command of Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force at the time of the specific incident, this court does not recognize any agreements of extradition, and the trial will be held under ESF Jurisdiction. This court will reconvene on Tishryu 18th. Until that date, I see no reason to incarcerate you, but I do order that you be escorted by a member of the military justice defenders at any times where you are not in the private domain of your own house. Is that acceptable? It is, sir, replied Spiknard with a curt nod, grateful that the Master Tashlet had not ordered him confined to the brig. Then this court stands recessed. Master Tashlet Kei brought his gavel down on his bench after giving Spiknard an astute and reassuring nod. Standing up, the Master Tashlet departed quickly, leaving the courtroom to slowly disperse. Shikisha Profan noticed the various media crews already gathering around the door, waiting for their opportunity to start firing off questions. Standing up, 136

he and Spiknard were depressed, but not overly surprised by the order to convene a court martial. So, let the battle begin, said Spiknard dryly. He honestly didnt think he had a prayer. The ESF was looking for a scapegoat, and he was it. Well fight this every step of the way, Tashlet, promised Profan. Just know that youre in for the fight of your life.

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Chapter Six
APOCALYPSE RISING THE TANAKH TRENCH, 15 MILES SOUTH OF ROSH. THE SOUTH MIZUNO ESF VADAVAH SSC 2040. TISHRYU 17TH, FY 2040
In a space of only 3 days, so much had changed. On the morning of Tishryu 14th, the ESF had reciprocated to Helsonns political rhetoric by declaring war on Ryuchi. Huge build-ups of military forces were taking place on every border across the Mizuno and the ESF was only just in the stages of planning a counter-strike for the s savage missile attack on the bay of Ahel. The demilitarized zone that had separated the two powers for the better part of a decade had exploded in to violence, with many sub surface stations being subject to massive blockades and all out assaults from both sides. It was make or break, but so far, the opening salvos had been indecisive for either side. Shikisha Tegan Clancy was exhausted. Constant 2-hour battle drills every 12 hours had left the crews morale at an all-time low, and what bothered Clancy the most was that Tashlet Sitorus didnt seem to care. Vadavah had been on patrol for 3 days with the Netilat less than 100 kilometers away. That was something else that bothered Clancy, why did ESF Command send the 2 most powerful vessels ever created to the same location? The fleet was stretched thin, and putting the heaviest firepower in one area of the ocean was a clear message to the of where not to strike. And that was not what the big SSCs were built for. 138

Sitting to the Tashlets right on the bridge, Clancy busied himself with his control console. In his position as XO, there wasnt much more he could do than simply run checks of each different system, and occasionally relay the Tashlets orders to the appropriate bridge staff. The bridge was surprisingly quiet, even if it was busy with officers moving from station to station, checking different systems and performing their regular duties. Tashlet Sitorus seemed to like it that way. All work, no nonsense, and little chance of things going wrong. While it provided a nearly flawless system of command, it also meant extremely dull duties; the crew would easily grow weary, and that caused mistakes. Sitorus was pressing the crew beyond all rational limits, and he should have known better. Clancy looked up when the Kisha Ian Soures looked to the Tashlet with tired eyes. Sir, we have incoming flash-traffic from fleet command in Nawlins; Orders, sir. Tashlet Sitorus got up from his chair and headed to the communications station. After a few minutes of quietly interrogating Soures and analysing the message he turned around again and headed for the exit. All senior officers, report to the briefing room on the double. Clancy shook his head with dismay and exchanged a look with Damaris at the helm as they headed for the briefing room in Sitoruss wake. In his haste, the Tashlet hadnt left anyone in charge of the deck. Clancy knew that Sitorus probably expected him to do it, and it was just as well, because Clancy didnt trust the Tashlet as far as he could spit. Mister Lang, he said, looking to a junior-grade Kisha stationed at Ops. You have the Conn. Aye sir. Total hard ass; they were the only words the Vadavah XO could think of to describe the Tashlet as 139

he walked in to the briefing room to see that Sitorus was already seated at the table and pulling up several sets of orders on to the briefing rooms main screen. Be seated, he said as the officers walked in. We have new orders from command. Weve been called north, to the Phoenix Islands. Section Seven believes that the is building up a force to possibly launch raids on Nawlins in that area. We are to move in, and quite simply clear out any and all forces that may be in that region. With the Netilat, I assume? asked Clancy innocently enough, but still harboring reservation. Sitoruss response was snide, it was perfectly obvious to Clancy that the Tashlet didnt like him, and Sitorus wasnt afraid to show it. No Netilat has other orders. The mission is straight forward enough that we shouldnt need Tashlet Overwells help. We will simply do a quick run around the block, flush out whatever strike units we find, and then report to ESF Command once we are finished. I see said Clancy quietly. The amount of flaws in that plan were so blindingly obvious that he didnt even know where to start, and with Sitorus just itching to breathe fire down his back, he wasnt sure he wanted to. Is there a problem with that arrangement, Shikisha? Are you asking my opinion, sir? inquired Clancy cautiously. Speak your mind, Shikisha Its never stopped you in the past. Fine, said Clancy, matching the Tashlets cold and cynical tone. Put simply; its a bad idea. You dont put together a strike force with the intent of hitting Nawlins and not including some serious firepower. Its common sense; if we do happen to find Ryuchi forces in the Phoenix islands, we will be so massively outgunned that it will leave the ESF 140

wondering not only wondering what happened to the Havleting Gloarr, but also what happened to us. Shikisha, the key word in my sentence was that these were orders. As such, they are not open to interpretation. Im not paid to question orders; if I were, I would have joined fleet intelligence. Which is something you lack anyway thought Clancy quietly to himself. Where did these orders come from, sir? The Hashem himself, said Sitorus as-a-matterof-factly. At the recommendation of Section Seven, clarified Clancy with skepticism. Sir, The Hashem is a civilian. Granted, he was an Master Tashlet in the fleet once, but its not his place to be giving orders to us. Whats your point, Shikisha? Im simply asking why these orders were not sent through the appropriate channels, sir. Sitorus stopped. A glimmer of nervous hesitation disturbed his eyes. What wasnt he telling them? Thats not your concern, Shikisha, he said finally. Nor is it mine. I verified the orders myself. If there are any problems, you are welcome to take it up with the Hashem yourself. Clancy knew that something was very wrong. Everything Tashlet Spiknard had warned him of, ominously, seemed to have some sort of substantiation behind it Time would tell just how deep this ran, and Clancy only hoped that Spiknard had been prepared for this. Cuyler who looked a little more innocent without his beard noticed Clancys apprehension and did what he could to ease the tension. Sir, what kinds of forces does intelligence expect us to find in the area? Tashlet Sitorus also looked somewhat relieved that he didnt have to deal with Clancys questions any longer. Intelligence is conjectural at best, but Section Seven has reason to believe that there are at least 4 141

squadrons of attack boats operating in the area Molotoch and Cepheus classes inclusive. No cruiser forces? There is no reason to suggest it, no. If we encountered Barlodirs let alone Tempests, theyd be surprised. Only attack subMariners? remarked Cuyler with mild surprise. I would have thought the would have at least a couple of sub-carriers in there. How do they expect to be able to operate without fighter support? The Tashlet did not dull his gaze, the man was a machine. Clancy didnt think there was a single waking moment where Sitorus wasnt completely aware of what was happening aboard the Vadavah. Section Seven believes that they would not risk exposing their carriers this early in to hostilities. And they know the Vadavah is operating in these waters, and likely considers it too risky. They now know what this submarine is capable of, and will not make the same mistake twice. Clancy nearly choked when he heard that. Was Sitorus really that incompetent? Tashlet, with all due respect, thats exactly what they would be doing without carriers. The last time we came to blows with their SSNs, we sent them to the bottom without any problems. With the entire Mizuno open the way it is, why wouldnt Ryuchi deploy their carriers? Its what they are there for! Sitorus was quickly growing impatient with Clancys questioning of every decision that was made. For Sitorus, this could have been a major problem in the longer term. Shikisha Clancy I am growing increasingly tired of having to explain every order that I give. This is called a briefing. Do you see these? Sitorus pointed to the small gold insignia on his uniform collar framed by the gold wreath and trident of the ESF and then continued. 142

I have more of these than you do. That means that when I give you an order, you carry it out. It does not mean you are supposed to question the order to the point of frustration! Do I make myself perfectly clear? Clancy almost laughed at Sitoruss ignorance, but thought the better of it. If the orders made sense, sir, I wouldnt need to question them. The orders dont have to make sense! said the Tashlet angrily. If we were in the middle of battle and I gave an order would you start questioning that order for the sake of your own understanding? No sir, replied Clancy, failing to see what a battle situation had to do the briefing at that moment, but not needing the headache of an extended lecture. Sitorus was an idiot, and sooner or later he would be dealt with. But now was not the time. Of course you wouldnt! Now have I made myself clear? Yes sir. Good. Sitorus stopped as he gathered his papers, and reset the briefing rooms computer terminal and the holographic map that hung above it. Were done, he said finally. Shikisha Damaris lay in a course for the Phoenix islands at best possible speed. Keep to the Hemmingway trench if you can. Id like to avoid any unnecessary surprises. Damaris cast a wary gaze over Clancy, and then looked the Tashlet in the eyes. Her gaze took Sitorus aback; her eyes were cold and dark. And there was something there that he couldnt make out a conflict, unresolved, but still raging in the fires of her mind. Yes sir. Dismissed. Tashlet Benjamin Sitorus sat quietly in his quarters reviewing the days reports and various files. One of these items was the personnel file of Shikisha Tegan Clancy, and it was that which he had been 143

paying the most attention to. Holding the file open in his hand, he was beginning to realize that Clancy was easily one of the most intriguing officers aboard. What concerned him the most was that Clancy didnt appear to understand the meaning of chain of command, and frequently took matters in to his own hands with little or no regard for orders. And that made him a very dangerous man. Sitorus didnt trust the man as far as he could throw him across the brig, and he felt sure that Clancy would probably feel the same way about him. If Clancy knew what was actually going on however The Tashlet pushed the thought aside. What Clancy alone suspected was not an issue at that point in time. The bigger problem, suspected Sitorus, was that there was a lot more happening amongst the crews ranks than he was aware. If there was something happening, then Clancy would almost certainly be at the head of the snake. Several other personnel files were also littered around the desk including Darah Damaris, Vaddy, Kyle Cuyler and Craig Scotti. If Clancy was orchestrating something, then hed likely have help. Sitorus had all but ruled out Vaddy and Scotti But Damaris and Cuyler represented wild cards. Cuylers file was strangely incomplete; on purpose. When hed tried to request the missing file information from ESF Command, hed been flatly rebuked. Then there was Damaris. Her file was spotless; she was the model officer. Her psychological profile made her out to be one of the toughest people in the crew, although her personality might suggest otherwise. What grabbed Sitoruss attention was that Damaris was close to Clancy very close. He wouldnt at all have been surprised if the two officers were romantically involved; this made Damaris just as much of a liability as Clancy. Turning the page in Clancys file, he came to his well-documented list of achievements and decorations. 144

The list was lengthy to say the least. No less than 6 citations for courage under fire, 2 meritorious service medals, nearly a dozen campaign medals, and the Navy Cross. So, Shikisha, mused Sitorus quietly. A bit of a hero are we? Sitoruss orders were simple, and very explicit. No one on the Vadavah could be allowed to interfere with his mission. If that meant throwing an officer in the brig, then so be it. There had to be something in the Shikishas file that could be useful. Unfortunately for him, the Vadavahs previous Tashlet Connor Spiknard - had written highly of Shikisha Tegan Clancy, and any superior officers comments that took note of initiative or excellence were not taken lightly in boards of review. Such popularity made friends in high places, very easily. Next, was Clancys disciplinary file and Sitorus eagerly skipped ahead to read whatever information it had. Turning the page, the Tashlet was stunned to find nothing. Not a single letter of discipline marked the Shikishas file. It was spotless too spotless. Checking the scattered files to make sure nothing was missing; Sitorus could only stare in stunned silence at the empty void that was Clancys disciplinary record. The only thing in the folder pertaining to any misdemeanors outlined a brief scuffle during Clancys academy days for which hed been given 3 days in the brig. If that was the best Sitorus could come up with, then it looked like Clancy would be sticking around. Closing the file in frustration, the Tashlet got up from the office chair and headed toward the small kitchen in the main living area. Opening the cupboard, he pulled out a bottle of Ian Daniels. Pouring the amber liquid in to a glass, he sighed. He would have to watch Clancy very carefully. 145

Sitorus was lost at sea with nowhere to turn except one man. Taking his drink back to the study, he sat down, and logged on to his computer terminal. He brought up the Vadavahs secure communications system, and quickly input a command that took him straight to the top; the one person who was in charge, and the one person who knew exactly what to do. Kelimah Helsonn. Tashlet? Whats wrong? asked the confused face of the ESF Hashem on the computer screen. Vadavah will be at Phoenix in just under 24 hours, replied Sitorus simply; cutting straight to the point. Hamilton smiled slightly. He was pleased by this news. Good. Ive spoken to your counterpart. And he assures me that everything is in place. When you arrive, he will escort you to safety. Vadavahs disappearance will be officially filed as sabotage. Sitorus nodded. Good. What about Ahel? Completely destroyed, confirmed Helsonn, shaking his head. And the Odyssey? Survived, answered the Hashem with a hint of hesitation. Provided you complete your mission however then the Odyssey will no longer be an issue. Tashlet Sitorus was not unaccustomed to vagueness, and the Secretarys assurance that everything was working out was enough to satisfy him. Theyd come this far, so it didnt seem that much could go wrong except for one detail that was left unanswered. Sir, there is one last thing Yes? I may have an issue Shikisha Clancy is beginning to represent a problem. He is asking too many questions. I dont know if I can keep this from him forever. I expected as much. The Hashem didnt look surprised. He maintained a remarkably cool composure as he worked his jaw over the problem. 146

Clancy has always been a wildcard when it comes to these situations; a small oversight, Ill admit. But without Spiknard to hold his leash, I think youll find that Shikisha Clancy is as blind as Helsonn. Just the same if he gets in the way, do anything you feel is necessary to maintain operational security, Tashlet. Anything, sir? repeated Sitorus with a mild degree of astonishment and morbid shock. Everyone is expendable, Tashlet. People can disappear. Keep that in mind. Yes Hashem.

Tidewater Tower, Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force Nawlins, Nawlins Island, Ethaiyam. Tishryu 17th, FY 2040 It was getting to be quite late in Nawlins Island. The bustling activity in the headquarters of the ESF was winding down for the day. Even the military had to sleep from time to time, and while the headquarters would not ever shut down completely as it maintained guard patrols and night watches in the military wings, the administrative duties of the big central command complex came to an end at six Oclock every evening. Civilian secretaries would go home to their families; politicians would be chauffeured from the building to the airport or their hotels; and the general staff of the military administration could finally take off their boots. It had been a long day for Master Tashlet Jeff Hale Gesher. His office was one of the most comfortable in the west wing of the headquarters, sitting high above Diamond Head on the 14th floor of Building A, right next to the harbor. 147

Closing his eyes and resting his head in his hands, Gesher listened in silence to the gentle breeze as it whipped past the office, and smelt the sea breeze as it wafted through the open window. He found the sea to be soothing relaxing. He doubted he could ever stand living in an in-land city. It would probably drive him crazy. But for some reason, the salt air had become stale in recent days. The grim clouds of war had come to hang over the Mizuno Ocean, and they served as a reminder that even the unspoiled riches of the sea were susceptible to the Midas desires of the greedy. Jeff Gesher had designed the first Havleting Gloarr OSC nearly 40 years ago, and the second ship to bear the name nearly 20 years later. He had designed it as if she were the holy grail of oceanography, but now the Havleting Gloarr was no more; stolen from the sea by those who wanted nothing more than power and wealth. Gesher had played an integral part in helping with the fundamental design of the Supercavitating Sea/Space Crafts but he hadnt really had much choice in the matter. The sea was his home and it had to be defended one way or the other. In his eyes, the SSCs could never replace Havleting Gloarr. They were the products of a time where fear ruled the waves. Havleting Gloarr had been the product of uncertainty; a project which held glistening potential but he had come to learn that there was a big difference between uncertainty and fear. One could bring hope the other could destroy it. No. Gesher would never see the SSCs in the same way as Havleting Gloarr. They were ships of war, and while technological marvels in their own right, they would never hold to the ideals that the ESF was supposed to represent. That was something only the Havleting Gloarr could do, and now could do no more. A part of Jeff Gesher had died that day. 148

A light rapping came from the door of his office, and he looked up to see a junior Kisha his aide standing in the frame. Excuse me, sir? said the officer politely. He was holding a file in his hand. Working late, Nick? Just until you leave, sir, replied the Aide honestly, with a wry smile. I wouldnt be much of an assistant if I wasnt around when you needed me You asked to know when the Vadavah received new orders, sir? Gesher raised his eyebrows in surprise. Hed totally forgotten about that. Tashlet Spiknard had spoken with him several days earlier with concerns that seemed as incredible as they were grave. What the Tashlet had asked for had been incredibly hard to arrange, and for a time, Gesher had truly wondered if the man were insane. But, as his friend Tashlet Jesse Jordon had once said Anyone who ignored their gut was never sane in the first place; and Gesher had no intention of ignoring the same, growing concerns that he himself had noticed about the Hashem Kelimah Helsonn. Yes. Thats right. You have news? Yes sir, said the Kisha, stepping in the door and handing the Master Tashlet the folder. I just found this in Fleet Commands dispatches. It was sent earlier today straight from the office of the Hashem. Gesher gritted his teeth as he read the contents of the folder. There was little doubt in his mind any more something was going on. Has Tashlet Sitorus acted on these orders? Yes sir, said the Kisha. Vadavah will be at the Phoenix Islands in less than 18 hours. Gesher put the folder down and reached in to his desk drawer to pull out another file and handed it to the Kisha. Alright I want to you to send this to Tashlet Overwells on the Netilat immediately. Send it through my personal channels I dont want this becoming open knowledge to the fleet just yet. Yes sir And may I ask what this is all about? 149

I suggest you dont, Kisha, replied Gesher sternly. Unless you want to be court-martialed for treason. The Kishas face went white with shock as he tried to work out just how serious the Master Tashlet s comment was. Geshers returning stare was enough to evoke a hasty salute, and the Kisha stammered a Yes sir before quickly leaving the office to do as Gesher had asked. Yes there had been an act of treason within the ranks of Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force organization. But Tashlet Connor Spiknard was not the one who should have been blamed. The Tokelau Islands. The South Mizuno . ESF Vadavah SSC 2040. Tishryu 17th, FY 2040 Swinging hard, Tegan Clancy brought his fists in to Tashlet Sitoruss stomach. At least, he liked to think it was Sitorus. The ships gymnasium was empty, so he could make as much noise as he liked. Swinging again, he brought his fists around in a barrage of 1-2 combinations that made the punching bag swing wildly. Had it really been the Tashlet, he would have been out cold or in the infirmary or possibly worse. Are you ok, Tegan? Clancy looked up from his merciless assault on the imaginary Tashlet and was a little surprised to see Rakisha Darah Damaris only a few feet away, leaning against the wall, her arms folded in front of her. Steadying the bag, he pulled off the gloves he wore and smiled at her. Oh Darah. I was just, umm, working out. She smiled slyly and walked closer as Clancy took off the sweat-covered undershirt and reached for the towel that Damaris was holding out towards him. He can have that effect, cant he? 150

Clancy finished drying himself off quickly and chuckled. Yes, he can. The Tashlet is turning out to be a royal pain in the ass. Youve had this episode before havent you? Damaris circled slowly with an almost cat-like stroll, and came to rest a hand on the wall. She wiped her long hair away from her face and shot Clancy a daring smile. Well, I dont remember laying in to a punching bag over the past few days like that but it did take some getting used to. Clancy nodded as he did up the zip on his black uniform jumpsuit and straightened out the collar. He was not in the greatest of moods, and talking about the arrogant, self-centred and anally-retentive Tashlet was not likely to bring out the best in him, so he opted to change the subject. Darah what brings you down here? What do you mean? Clancy looked up and shrugged. Was it something you wanted, or you just passing by? Well, I was going to the sea deck, but when I heard all this noise, I decided Id see what was going on. Clancy smiled wryly. You know, youre not that good at lying, Nat. She laughed for just a moment, but suddenly became more serious. Tegan, the Tashlet was going through your file. He came to the bridge asking all sorts of questions about you. I think he thinks that something is up. Clancy laughed. He didnt seem to care at all that Sitorus had been running a private background check on him. Hes most welcome to try and find something on me But Tashlet Spiknard left a few things for us before he left I switched the file. Damariss jaw became slack and it slowly turned in to a lopsided grin. She knew that Clancy was capable of doing a lot of things that straddled the line 151

of regulation but this was too far. Youre joking, right? Clancy shook his head. If Tashlet Sitorus saw my disciplinary file, I would have been in the brig days ago. ESF High Court, Nawlins, Nawlins Island. Tishryu 18th, FY 2040 Three gavel strikes echoed through the interior of the court house as Master Tashlet Thomas Kei presided over the room, making sure he had everyones attention. The court was packed; not a single seat remained vacant. Defence council, please stand. Tashlet Spiknard and Doug Profan did so in silence, and Kei put on his glasses and read from a letter he held before him. Under article 20, section 8 of North Sea Confederation naval regulations, and article 20, section 12 of ESF command regulations, you are charged with treason against the state and dereliction of duty. How do you plead? Spiknard cleared his throat, and held his head high. If he was going to be burned at the stake, he would do so with his dignity intact. Not guilty, your honor. Kei nodded as he struck his gavel again. Very well. This court is now in session. Shikisha Birkita, your opening statement. Shikisha Gwen Birkita, the chief prosecutor was one of the most infamous attorneys in the ESF Judge Advocate Grandmaster Shikisha. In her career as a trial lawyer, she had never actually lost in the court room. She was a senior Shikisha by all respects; in her mid-to-late thirties, and with the experience to go with it, it probably wouldnt be long before she was a Tashlet, and most likely presiding over the courtroom as a Judge. 152

She got up from the prosecution bench and headed to the floor. Thank you, your honor, pausing for a moment, she looked around to take in all those present, in particular the sitting jury that included both senior fleet Tashlets and Master Tashletim, and proceeded. Tashlet Connor Spiknard she said with a thoughtful frown. For most whove served in the armed forces, the Tashlets name is arguably known as one of the most celebrated commanding officers in the fleet. Decorated no less than half a dozen times including conspicuous medals for valour, courage under fire, and even the Naval Cross, those who have had the privilege of serving under him can testify to the fact that he is both a man of principle and honor. The Tashlets exemplary service record is not in question and under no circumstances should these achievements ever be held as anything other than they were given for; testaments to his good character. Spiknard considered that Birkita had probably made him a case study on several occasions. Shed nodoubt done her homework on his career, and probably knew details about his service that even hed forgotten. She went on Despite all this He now stands accused of one of the most serious capital crimes in law: treason. We can almost certainly assume in good confidence that the Tashlets actions on the 7th of Tishryu at the Tyr station were done with honorable intent. He broke no law by answering the distress call of a station located in neutral waters, but in doing so, he did knowingly commit the ESF Vadavah SSC to a situation where armed conflict was accepted to be a very likely and possibly inevitable outcome. Furthermore, when ordered to return to Nawlins following the incident, the Tashlet did not acquiesce to the instruction, and Vadavah remained at sea for 3 more days thus the charge of dereliction of duty. As a result of his actions and specifically those of the ESF Vadavah, he committed his country, and every other 153

member state of Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force to war with the Ryuchi . We are in this court room today asking a simple question; is this treason? Do the actions of following the letter of international law take precedence over the laws of ones home country? Yes it is true that Tashlet Spiknard was serving under the command of Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force at the time of this incident, and as such, was bound by his duties to the organization and the laws we uphold. But was he not also bound by his duties as an officer of His Majestys Royal Navy? I put forward to you that he was and as Britain is a fully-signed and recognised member of Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force Organization and the Security Council, we must now deal with the grim reality that neither international law, nor the laws of Great Britain are mutually exclusive. The speech went on for several minutes, and every word from that moment on hit hard. Spiknard knew that it was not Birkitas intention to insult him, but it didnt soften the blow either. Finally, Birkita finished by addressing the Jury to very little surprise and left the floor open once again. Shikisha Profan, do you wish to make an opening statement? asked Kei. Profan nodded his head as he wrote a few notes down in front of him. Opening statements set the tone for the rest of the trial, and it was important to get the Jury on-side early, before any evidence could seriously begin to set within their minds. Yes, your honor. Proceed. Profan got up and took the floor. He gave Spiknard a reassuring nod before beginning. Treason and dereliction of duty. They are incredibly serious charges for anyone to deal with, no? As the prosecution has accurately stated Tashlet Spiknard is a decorated and highly respected thirty-one year veteran of both the Royal Navy, and the ESF Navy. Why an officer so highly regarded by his peers and 154

superiors alike would commit these acts at all, let alone willingly is totally beyond me and I would even go so far as to say impossible. It would be a demeaning matter for me to pass judgement against any officer with even half of Tashlet Spiknards experience, having never seen combat outside a courtroom my entire career. The simple fact is that very few people understand the reality of combat, and those who do understand only too well that there are times when even the most simple of orders can become incredibly hard to interpret. It is, in fact, one of the first things they will teach you at command school and it is often the last thing that many Tashlets have had to deal with. For whatever faults he may have, Tashlet Spiknard must have done something right as he is alive and sitting in this court room today. Profan let that thought hang over the court room for a moment. He and Spiknard had decided early-on that it would be almost impossible to directly contest the validity of the charges given the straight-forward logic that had brought them about in the first place, but they could contest the situation which had begun this trial. As I have said I have no combat experience, and those who do probably wish they didnt. War is a very immoral thing in which those who serve must do things that question basic human ethics. We are trained to kill other people over the range of a thousand miles with a cruise missile. We dont know anything about the people we are killing, we only know the beliefs of their political leaders and others have to suffer because of that. Do we call soldiers murderers because they kill? No So why should we call Tashlet Spiknard a traitor simply because he followed standing orders of the ESF Charter? I quote from the Charter of Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force Organization, as ratified on June 16th, 2016. Article 1, section 1 clearly states that the mission of the ESF is to To maintain international peace and security, and to that end: to take effective collective measures for the prevention and 155

removal of threats to the peace, and for the suppression of acts of aggression or other breaches of the peace, and to bring about by peaceful means, and in conformity with the principles of justice and international law In other words, ladies and gentlemen the first and foremost mission of the ESF is to uphold the letter of international law. Tashlet Spiknard did that without any failing, and I would contest that to say otherwise would be to denounce the fundamental foundations of the ESF charter. To this end, the defence will prove that Tashlet Spiknard did, knowingly, follow the letter of standing ESF orders, and is thus guilty neither of treason, nor dereliction of his duty as a ESF officer. Sitting in the witness stand, Spiknard felt unusually intimidated by Shikisha Birkita pacing across the floor in front of him. Profan had argued against putting him on the stand, as Shikisha Birkitas reputation almost certainly meant that she would try to tear him to pieces. But lawyer or not, it wasnt a prospect that bothered Spiknard. Hed matched wits with some of the best tacticians on the face of planet and won many times To him, this was just another battlefield that was being resolved by cold, hard logic. And he did not intend to lose. Tashlet Spiknard, I think youll agree with me that in order to make some sense out of this mess we should probably start from the beginning. Can you please tell the court what exactly happened aboard the ESF Vadavah SSC eighty-one-hundred just before the incident at Tyr? Spiknard nodded curtly. Birkita was merely establishing a setting for her argument So he would give her exactly that, in his words. Yes We responded to a general distress call from the Station when they reported that they were under attack by Ryuchi subMariners. Under the ESF charter, we were under every obligation to respond, so I ordered my XO, Shikisha Tegan Clancy, to set a course for the seamount at best possible speed. 156

Birkita nodded. Understandable. Did any of your officers question your decision to leave ESF waters? No. they did not. The only question my crew raised was my order to take the Vadavah to full speed. Does that have anything to do with tactical decisions, Tashlet? Yes and no The faster you can get somewhere, the better. But Vadavah was less than a day old, so they questioned whether it was wise to take the ship to full speed without properly running them in first. Doug Profan shook his head. Objection Relevance? Kei was about to agree with Profan before Birkita quickly interjected. -Your honor, Defence Council stated that no one can be expected to fully understand the realities of combat until theyve seen it first hand. The prosecution concedes this point, and as Tashlet Spiknard is considered an expert witness in this regard, I am trying to get him to explain it. Kei nodded and sat back in his chair in agreement. Objection overruled But be warned; if you stray; you pay. Birkita nodded gratefully to the Judge, and stopping pacing, come to a stop on the floor to look at Spiknard more directly; her arms folder low in front of her. Ok so in order to reach Tyr in best possible time, you ordered that the Vadavah proceed at flank speed to the seamount. What was your next order? I sounded battle stations. Why? The Vadavah was already at standby alert, and as soon as we had confirmed the identity of the Ryuchi subMariners, they were classed as hostile. Birkita frowned, sensing something that did not add up. But you were still some time from making actual contact with the Ryuchi vessels, were you not? We were, yes. 157

So how do you assess something to be hostile if you havent actually made contact with them yet, Tashlet? Wasnt it a little pre-emptive to make such an assumption given that you had no idea what their intentions were? Spiknard smiled. Hed seen the question coming from a long way off, but was not going to say anything that wasnt asked. With respect Im not at liberty to say, Shikisha. That would require me to divulge classified information. Birkita seemed taken aback by this, which was enough to draw a smile from Doug Profan. Birkita turned to Master Tashlet Keis bench. With your permission, Master Tashlet ? Kei looked at the register of the proceedings who as taking down a transcript of everything that was being said. Register, you will ignore the following comments. Tashlet Spiknard you may answer the question. The Tashlet nodded slowly, and answered the question as directly as possible. The Vadavah has some of the most advanced sensor arrays in the world, Shikisha. In ideal conditions and by that I mean a submarine plain with few or no navigational obstructions, and with the aid of KROWS satellite telemetry, we can detect a submarine at 300 nautical miles, have a solid identification at 150 nautical miles, and acquire a preliminary firing solution at 60 nautical miles. Given that the Vadavah was only 50 nautical miles from the station at the time we received the distress call, it was not difficult to acquire the necessary tactical data. But, Tashlet, Im confused. How is it that if the Vadavah is able to so easily detect a submarine at that range, you were unable to detect weapons fire from the Ryuchi Molotochim prior to the distress call? Spiknard smirked. No one said anything about it being easy, and at such distance, it is almost impossible to distinguish torpedo fire from a simple 158

fast-moving speeder. If naval warships acted on everything that could be a threat, then the sea would be a much less friendly place. In your opinion, corrected Birkita with a slightly cautioning smile. Maybe. And did the subMariners represent a threat to the Vadavah herself at the time of your decision? No they did not, answered Spiknard truthfully, with some inkling that he was now digging a hole for himself. So, in other words, for you to act on the available sonar and sensor information that the Vadavah had received, in addition to the distress call, there was absolutely no doubt in your mind that the situation developing was a hostile one? There is always doubt, no matter what the decision is. Part of being a good Tashlet involves being able to put aside doubt and act on an informed decision. Birkita nodded, and turned an eye to the jury, as if making a point. Which you certainly did Did it ever cross your mind at any point in time that following the instruction standing orders could be wrong? Spiknard frowned, noticing from the corner of his eye that Profan was looking a little worried. What did Birkita mean by wrong? Im not sure what you mean, Shikisha. Youll have to be more specific. Sorry, Tashlet Ill rephrase. You said yourself that you made an informed decision to consider the subMariners hostile whilst they were still in international waters, and presented no immediate threat to the Vadavah. Did it ever occur to you that the letter of orders can be extended to a point where they breach defined limits of international law? Birkita had him cornered, and Profan saw it too. Objection, your Honor. Argument is conjectural, and leading the witness. 159

Master Tashlet Kei didnt seem to argue that point. Objection sustained. Councillor Birkita thin ice. If you stray any further on this topic- Tashlet Spiknard, pressured Birkita unrelentingly, and ignoring the Judges warning. Under article 2, section 3 of the ESF charter, it is clearly stated that All Member states shall settle their international disputes by peaceful means in such a manner that international peace and security, and justice, are not endangered. Councillor! repeated Master Tashlet Kei with growing impatience. The objection was sustained! Birkita was on a roll, and wasnt about to be denied her moment. Her eyes sparkled with a furious and certain knowledge of victory. Nothing was going to stop her. -Would you agree, Tashlet, she continued, That by crossing the ESF border and engaging those Ryuchi vessels that had been classified as hostile, you in fact broke general order 6 of the ESF charter!? Profan was now on his feet, looking pleadingly with Master Tashlet Kei whose face was now going red with anger. Spiknard simply sat in the witness stand, returning Birkitas fiery stare, not flinching under the gaze. Kei looked down at Spiknard, shaking his head. Tashlet, you are under no obligation to answer that question. Councillor Birkita See me in my chambers, immediately. This court is recessed. Tashlet Spiknard, you may stand down. Kei hit his gavel against the bench, giving Birkita a foul stare and shaking his head before heading straight to the door. The presiding bailiff had barely had a chance to call for the court to rise, and Kei was gone, with Birkita close in his wake. Spiknard got up from the stand, straightening his dress uniform, but not letting the shaking experience show on his reserved features. Profan was quickly taking to the floor to meet Spiknard as the various onlookers in the courtroom dispersed out the back of the hall. Jesus Christ, Doug, said Spiknard 160

under his breath as Profan approached. You told me that she was a pit bull but this is ridiculous. I warned you, Connor, said Profan, shaking his head. I should never have let you on the stand. I just hope that little assault didnt put us in to the endgame about 3 weeks ahead of schedule. That went badly, didnt it? Its not too late to change your plea, Connor, said Profan sadly. If you leave this court today in one piece, Ill be amazed. ESF Vadavah SSC 2040. Midstore MD Facility. Tishryu 19th, FY 2040 Grandmaster Shikisha Quarters, Grandmaster Shikisha Quarters! All hands, man your battle stations! This is not a drill. Alert klaxons rang throughout the corridors of the Vadavah as hundreds of crew ran to their battle stations. Across the ship, everything went in to lock down; massive watertight bulkheads slammed shut, sealing off the various sections of the submarine, while Mariners brandishing M-31 assault rifles sprinted down the corridors to the barking of orders from their fire team commanders. Shikisha Tegan Clancy considered it as a rather morbidly amusing thought; anyone who wanted to board the Vadavah would have to deal with an entire company of such soldiers 250 Mariners made up the Vadavahs garrison, and it was the general consensus of anyone who knew them that they were the meanest, nastiest and most seriously egotistical bastards on the entire ship They believed they were the best, and it just so happened that they were right. Running through the main access corridors of B-deck, Clancy and Darah Damaris ducked as they came to low-lying bulkheads and swung through the clam doors of the bridge just before they thudded closed behind them with a snap-hiss of pressurizing air and the jarring clack of their huge magnetic locks 161

slamming shut within. Short of blowing a hole through the outer hull, there was absolutely no way anyone was getting on to the bridge now. Unsurprisingly, Tashlet Sitorus was already seated comfortably in the center chair of the bridge, barking out orders to all those around him. Sir? Anything to report? Sitorus did not turn away from his consoles as he ran through his monitors and various status reports from across the ship. The Tashlets lip curled, as he was obviously unhappy with the prospect of having to explain anything to Clancy. Shikisha Nice of you to join us. Weve got the fleet in sensor range. Sitting down at his own station on the Tashlets right side, Clancy quickly put aside any dislike he had for Sitorus, and professionalism took over. He was relieved to see that Sitorus was likely thinking along the same lines. How many ships? A dozen: Limited to Molotoch, Cepheus and Aleus class boats. Clancy raised an eyebrow in surprise. Aleus class subMariners were Ryuchi Subfighter-carriers. While only carrying about 2 dozen Briton seastarjets fully loaded, it wasnt their size they relied on. They made up wolf packs that had long represented a painful thorn in the side to the ESF; able to operate individually in very effective, coordinated strike groups. The fact there was any carriers in front of them alone completely destroyed any intelligence theories that existed that the were not fielding them so close to the front lines. Carriers? How many? Sitorus looked back down at his console. 4 confirmed 3 other subs in the group havent been identified. Yes sir. Tactical, give me shooting solutions on the Aleus squadron. EVA control, get all pilots to their fighters and prep for immediate launch. I want them on the line in 5 minutes! 162

Aye, sir. For the most part, the Vadavah was ready for battle. Torpedo batteries were fully prepped with full load-outs of 6 torpedoes apiece; each battery being ready to fire every single round on a moments notice. It was an obscene amount of firepower. Of the 400 torpedoes that the Vadavah carried in her stocks at that moment, a full hundred were loaded in to tubes; their E-plasma warheads fully charged and ready to fire. On the sea deck, things were not quite so organized. The hangars were always a bustle of activity as ammunition trolleys covered in 30-millimeter rail gun ammunition and torpedoes were shuttled to and from the armories above and below the hangar decks as starsub fighters were loaded accordingly and readied for battle. Pilots completely ignored their preflight checklists as they clambered up the ladders and in to their cockpits. SF-37 Pegasim made up the bulk of the Vadavahs EVA corps, and they were devastatingly lethal weapons in their own right. In addition to being armed with arrangements of miniaturized plasma torpedoes built solely for the purpose of subfighter armaments, they were also equipped with the newest addition to the ESFs subfighter arsenals; S/GA-14A Hades supercavitating, gattling railguns. The gattling gun was a tried and true design and this one was no exception. The Hades guns were capable of accelerating their 6 barrels up to 9000 RPM, while spewing out their heavy 30 millimeter Uranium slugs at nearly 13,000 feet per second with the aid of long magnetic rails that were supercharged from the Subfighters small fusion reactor. It was quite possibly the most devastating anti-subfighter munition ever developed. Just one or two direct hits from these could rip the wings of a fighter in nanoseconds, and in deep water with the crushing pressures of the ocean 163

considered, even the slightest loss of hull integrity meant that the dualfighters would be that much more susceptible to such bombardment. These thoughts sobered Kisha Kamala Sabine as she ran to her Pegasim and clambered up the ladder to begin the startup sequences. Throwing on her radio headset with one hand, she opened up the injector lines of her fighters twin aqua-return engines with the other before giving a confident thumbs-up to the tech crew scrambling around on the deck, readying her fighter for launch. The headset cracked in her ear as Shikisha Stranahans voice filtered in through the squadrons radio channel. All pilots; this is Pegasim Claw One. Prep for immediate launch. Shockwaves, launch on point. Bravo squadron, support our flanks. Acknowledged. Strapping herself in, Sabine smiled at the technician who slid her canopy shut with a solid click and sealed shut with a hiss of pressurizing oxygen. The tech simply nodded back with a confident smile. Anything he tried to say would have been drowned out by the wail of the many engines that were now coming to power around the hangar. Bringing the engines to idle, she waited as her fighter was towed across the deck to the launch ramps by the small flight deck tug that had latched itself to the fighters nose gear. It was Showtime. On the bridge, Clancy was in awe at the sheer amount of activity around the command deck. Unlike their first engagement, Vadavah now had a full crew and things were a lot busier on the big ship. But the surprising fact was that everything was so amazingly coordinated between the various watch officers. Every officer on the bridge knew who to answer to, and it actually made for a very streamlined system of command. Returning to work, Clancy got the final all clear from tactical and EVA; Vadavah was now fully ready for battle. Tashlet, flight deck reports all pilots 164

ready for launch on your orders. Tactical reports we have shooting solutions on the Carriers as you asked. Very good Sensors what are those carriers doing? The sonar operator frowned and shook his head. I dont know sir. Its like they dont even know where here. Theyre just sitting there. Very well Helm, move us in. Take us to 90 knots. Clancy frowned deeply. He had absolutely no idea why Sitorus had just given that order. Taking the Vadavah in to the middle of the enemy fleet made no sense what-so-ever. They had shooting solutions, and they could simply standoff at long range without ever needing to put the ship in unnecessary danger, and what was more; the Tashlet knew it. Sir I strongly advise against that. The fleet outguns us 3 to 1. Were already in weapons range, sir. Sitorus said very little on the object. And it didnt look like he was going to elaborate any time soon. I know. Helm All ahead: 90 knots. Vaddy remained sitting at navigation as the chief helmsman overheard the entire exchange and shook her head. Aye sir, she said with a moments hesitation. Engines ahead 90 knots. Clancy waited with growing anxiety as the Vadavah closed the gap with the fleet. This was going to be either a complete turkey shoot or a very bloody massacre for both sides. Distance to the closest target? asked the Tashlet. 3 miles sir. Launch the sea wing. Tell them to pick their targets at will. Yes sir. Vadavah continued her advance on the enemy fleet, but still, not one of the Ryuchians moved Why? Clancy shook his head. This was too far. Tashlet it has to be a trap. What the flames is going on? 165

Sitorus looked decidedly unfazed. Shikisha Clancy This is the most heavily armed and defended ship in the fleet. Our very much doubt they can hurt us and closing the range to point-blank will give them absolutely no breathing room. This is going to be over before it even begins. Tegan Clancy rose to his feet, now determined to confront Sitorus but didnt get the chance to say anything before the sensor chief turned around in alarmed shock. Sir! New contacts! Bearing One-EightZero, pulling out of the trench directly behind us! Its its Both Clancy and Sitorus turned to the officer almost instantaneously. Its what, Kisha? The sensor chief was beyond words, and simply flipped a control that put what he was looking at on to the main bridge screen. It quickly resolved in to the image of a vessel that sent cold shivers of dreaded shock down the spines of everyone on the Bridge: In perfect repair, and accompanied by a full strike wing of Ryuchi Molotoch class Attack SubMariners, was the ESF Havleting Gloarr OSC 4600. Continue on present course and speed, said Sitorus cautiously, almost as if he hadnt even noticed Take us directly in to the middle of their fleet. Clancy could take no more of this. Enough was enough. Tashlet -Shikisha, interjected Sitorus, staring at Clancy coldly. Every set of eyes was now resting squarely on the Tashlet and the XO; the few ESF Mariners at the rear of the Bridge were visibly tempted to raise their rifles. You will resume your station continued the Tashlet after a moment, or I will have you arrested. Sir, permission to speak candidly? Sitorus was met only be the coldness of Clancys stare. Neither man flinched. Spit it out, Shikisha Clancy was only too happy to oblige. If you do not belay that order, I will relieve you of command. 166

You have not done a thing to explain your actions and this crew has so far followed every order you have given without question. I think we are owed an explanation. Sitoruss face was glowing with anger. Clancy had just crossed the line, and either he, or the XO was going to be in the brig on charges in just a matter of seconds. Shikisha he said coldly. You are owed nothing. We have our orders, and they have theirs- Clancy gave a sinister smile. Sitorus had just made his last mistake. Hed slipped, and now he would pay. Spiknard had been right all along. And what does that mean, sir? The Tashlet still did not flinch as he looked around the bridge, and then back to Clancy. Shikisha your missile key now. Clancy simply stared. All those on the bridge were in total shock. No one could believe what was happening. Without warning, Sitorus snapped around, pulling out his side arm and pointed it directly at Tegan Clancy. The Vadavah XO stared blankly at the gun and was suddenly aware that the two Mariners had already levelled their M-31s on the insane Tashlet. Now! yelled the Tashlet, visibly trembling with rage. Clancy nodded slowly and pulled out the key from under his white turtleneck shirt. He watched as Sitorus unfolded a piece of paper that had been in his pocket. He knew without even reading it what would be on it the nine-digit arming code for the 20 Triton IV Ballistic missiles held deep within the Vadavah. Known only to the Tashlet and the XO, the code was kept under lock and key in the ships safe. But Clancys arming key would be useless to Sitorus. He couldnt use it because of the keys built-in DNA-coded safeguards. He tossed the key towards Sitorus and watched helplessly as he snatched it from the air. Keeping his gaze on Clancy, his aim unwavering, Sitorus moved toward the tactical station and then 167

made an unexpected move. Whipping around, he grabbed Shikisha Darah Damaris and just as swiftly, moved the gun to her head, lodging it sharply beneath her jaw. You two! he yelled at the rifle-packing Mariners. Drop them, now! Or Shikisha Damaris will be the latest addition to the bridge paintwork! Clancys sank at the sudden move. No he thought silently. He then turned to the soldiers and nodded cautiously. The troops nodded hesitantly and they slowly set the rifles down on the deck. Turning back, Clancy watched the insane Tashlet pull out his own missile key and move quickly to the missile control console. Tashlet, listen to me- Shut up, Clancy! yelled Sitorus. Placing the keys in the control locks, he motioned to Clancy as he jarred his weapon up in to Damariss jaw, prompting her to close her eyes painfully. The key you will turn it when I say or she dies. Clancy knew this could only end one way Sitorus had already lost. Moving to the controls, he gingerly took the key between his fingers, and looked at Damaris with apologetic, yet reassuring eyes. Three, said the Tashlet, beginning the count. Three seconds. That was the amount of time required to see if Tashlet Spiknards gamble had paid off. Two, Two seconds until Darah Damaris was little more than a tragic memory. One. A second of pure, unrivalled terror Connor. Clancy turned the key in perfect unison with Sitorus and much to Clancys shock; the missile control panel became alive. The keys hadnt worked The Tashlet started working quickly by disengaging the safeties while still holding the Smith and Wesson to Damariss neck. 168

Master alarms began sounding, and one by one, the mentally unstable Tashlet began arming each of the 20 ballistic missiles held in the Vadavahs silos. The computers voice, so cold and inhuman now, asked for the final verification of the grim orders it had just been given. Nuclear launch sequence initiated. Please provide strategic verification codes now. Computer, Authorise: Sitorus, Tashlet Benjamin S; launch verification Alpha, niner, three, seven, bravo, tango, delta, delta, one, zero. The Bridge was bathed in blood red light as the red lamps designed to counter flash burn replaced the gentle blue glow of the command decks normal lighting. Authorization verified. Targeting telemetry uploading Please provide final launch verification. Sitorus turned around from the console to look at Clancy with fiery, angered eyes. They seemed tortured now different from the reserved, stern man who had occupied the center chair just minutes before. The ESF is dying, Shikisha. It is a shattered dream an illusion. Its only a matter of time before it falls, whether the destroys it, or it collapses from its own corruption its inevitable. Can you imagine the political and economic waste that would come from its collapse unchecked? It would mean famine and depression on a global scale for millions! Look around you at this ship its the manifestation of everything the ESF has become; fear. What kind of regime considers this the answer to the worlds problems? Not even the is this bad and now we can use the Vadavah to end the ESF once and for all And you seriously think that nuking several hundred million people is the way to do it? Youre insane. Am I? asked Sitorus, almost too sincerely to be rhetorical. Clancy nodded slowly as it all came together. Spiknard was right. You and the Hashem have been playing with Hamilton this the whole time, havent 169

you? Thats why you burned him, isnt it; to give the world a face to blame for this war. You couldnt have the ESF seen as being the benevolent force of good will that fought to the bitter end you had to destroy the very core of everything it stood for first. And now the Havleting Gloarr What the flames are the Macs doing with it? How long has Hamilton been playing you, Tashlet? Whos the puppeteer? Daijin Helsonn? Secretary Helsonn? Sitorus still held his grip still firm on Damariss throat. Hamilton was a means to an end. Nothing more. This runs higher than you will ever know. Clancy shook his head. Any sanity that remained in Sitorus was now long gone He no longer felt anger towards him, only a cold, hollow pity. Sitorus was a puppet whose strings had been severed. He was alone for whatever reason, something had changed in his plan and now he had lost. Tashlet End this. You cant win. Alright, Shikisha I will. Without another word, Sitorus disengaged the last safety, and hit the switch. Checkmate. ESF High Court, Nawlins, Nawlins Island. Tishryu 19th, FY 2040 Tashlet Spiknard sat in a small chair in one of the back rooms of the ESFs High Court with Shikisha Doug Profan and waited, all the while growing more and more impatient. The chief prosecutor, Shikisha Gwen Birkita was offering a deal; one that may benefit Spiknard but all such deals had catches, the only question was whether the price was too high. The door to the small room opened, and Shikisha Birkita walked in carrying a briefcase. She nodded to the 2 men in the room and sat down. Tashlet Spiknard she began sadly, as if making a confession. I want to apologise for what happened 170

yesterday. I was out of line It was unfair, and I want you to know that you have nothing but my greatest respect. You have a funny way of showing it, Shikisha Birkita replied Spiknard quietly She bit her lip and a heavy silence followed for several moments, and she opened her briefcase, and set down several papers on the table. Tashlet, its not too late to plead guilty. If you do so, I can guarantee a maximum sentence of 10 years with a dishonourable discharge. Given the circumstances, its the best I can do. Spiknard grimaced. Shikisha, he paused, as if searching for the right words. I did nothing wrong. I will not take 10 years off my life and throw my career away for nothing. Birkita sighed, looking to Profan for some help. She knew that Spiknard had lost the trial already, and it would take a miracle to save him. She suspected that Profan knew that as well, and was now quietly appealing to that fact. What is my client looking at if we dont take this offer? he asked, getting the hint. Under ESF international law, probably 40 years with parole on good behaviour after 20, she said glumly. If found guilty and the decide to extradite it could go to life or possibly the death penalty depending on how upset they are about this. Im afraid s sentencing of treason is quite harsh. Spiknard did his best to keep his reservation, and Profan nodded quietly. I will discuss it with the Tashlet and give you an answer when weve made a decision, councillor thank you. Birkita nodded and began packing up some of the papers, leaving the important ones behind for Spiknard and Profan to work over. Shed gotten the best answer she could have hoped for and knew it only too well. Very well Ill leave you to think it overOh, and Tashlet? She paused before leaving the room. Yes, Shikisha? 171

For what its worth, sir I really am sorry. As Shikisha Birkita closed the door behind her, Profan sat back in his chair in silence as Spiknard sighed in defeat. Connor, I think maybe you should seriously consider her offer. Its very good I can tell you now that if she didnt feel some degree of sympathy for you, it would be a lot worse. The Tashlet shook his head. He would not give in and even in the face of almost overwhelming odds, nothing could get him to compromise on his principles. No. I will see this through. Profan looked down at the desk. You know youre looking at life if you do. So I heard. Spiknard wasnt a man to give up easily. The trial had been a sideshow from the very beginning. He was the fall guy for the ESF, and he would not let them do that without one flames of a fight. The ESF was already at its knees, not to Ryuchi, but to its own Hashem. From the moment Hamilton had ended his first transmission to Spiknard after the Tyr skirmish, he suspected that something was wrong. Now he was certain. His only hope was that Shikisha Clancy was smart, and had realized the same thing. If Spiknard had any chance of surviving this, then his crew would be the ones to decide his fate. Doug I need to be honest with you But I seriously dont think its a good idea for it to leave this room. Profan nodded hesitantly. Alright. What is it? Command cant be trusted, the Hashem has played this thing from the start Hes been playing to Hamilton for I dont know how long and there is a lot more at stake here than just my life. Profans mouth was open in shock. Connor, youre already up on treason. Do you know what kind of repercussions those kinds of accusations would have? Yeah, I do. 172

Profan was in shock. Was Spiknard delusional? Connor Youre actually serious, arent you? Everything points to the Hashem being involved, Doug Havleting Gloarr disappears and he sweeps it under the rug while the Vadavah attempts to investigate. Why? Connor, I You need to think about this very carefully. If you arent 100 percent sure of what your doing, youre only going to hurt yourself. The attorney got up from the table and walked to the door. Guard, the Tashlet and I are done. The door opened, and Profan shook his head sadly as he looked at Spiknard. You need to think long and hard about this. With that, Profan left without a backward glance. Spiknards list of friends was rapidly growing shorter and shorter and his only hope was now a thousand miles away, with one man and one submarine that now stood at the very edge of a dangerous precipice. He had meant it when he said there was more at stake than just his life and he only hoped he was wrong.

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Chapter Seven
A WING AND A PRAYER
ESF Vadavah SSC 2040 Midstore Molecular Deceleration Facility Tishryu 19th, FY 2040 With Sitorus distracted for that split second, Clancy took his chance, lunged forward and speartackled him to the deck, but it too late. Clancys mind was filled with rage for what Sitorus had done But his anger was short-lived as the fire control computer began to indicate that rather than firing the nukes, the missile silo doors were closing! Launch sequence failed, announced the Computer. Command presence could not be identified: Damaris, Darah J. Full weapons systems lockout initiated. It had worked! Without the third key that was still registered in the Vadavahs fire control computer, the nukes could not be armed. Sitorus had effectively tried to fire the missiles without using the correct protocols and the computer had recognised this and locked out the fire controls. Sitorus yelled in anger as his weapon went flying from his hands and clattered to the floor. Straddling the Tashlet, Clancy balled his fists and brought his right arm down in to the Tashlets nose with extreme force. For a brief moment, Tegan Clancy was filled with a wave of great relief as his fist made solid contact with the Sitoruss jaw with a satisfying crack. Before the Tashlet could react however, Damaris had already pulled herself up from the deck and retrieved the Tashlets side arm, and held it on Sitorus. Not far away, the two Mariners who had stood watch had done the same, retrieving their own weapons and running over to level them on the Tashlet. Sitorus breathed heavily and shook his head, 174

looking up in stunned silence at the three weapons now trained on him, and the stern-faced officers behind them. Clancy got up and flexed his hand a few times. I really needed that, he said with a smile. He looked to the missile control keys still lodged in the returned fire control console, and then back to the Sitorus, who still lay on the deck. Tashlet Sitorus, Under article 20 section 12 of UCMJ, I am relieving you of command. You are under arrest for espionage, dereliction of duty, treason and conspiracy. The Tashlet said nothing, but the Mariners were visibly twitching to put a bullet between his eyes. Clancy looked at the two Mariner Kisha and smiled smugly. Gentlemen take the Tashlet to the brig. If he gives you any trouble; shoot him. Yes sir! The Mariners smiled sinisterly, almost daring Sitorus to try and push them. Given the opportunity, the two grunts would probably love to beat the proverbial stuffing from the Tashlet. Cuffing him, they practically dragged him off the deck and took him quickly and silently from the bridge. Clancy quickly walked over to Damaris who was now standing in a daze beside the darkened weapons stations, the pistol in her hand now hanging limply by her side. Shock had begun to set in as the reality of what has just happened finally started to hit home. Are you ok? he asked her. Ill be fine, she replied with a hesitant, but otherwise genuine smile. That felt good, didnt it, Tegan? Oh yes flames yes, he replied, flexing his hand a few more times. Resume your station, Rakisha Lets end this. A smile. Yes sir. Clancy ran a hand over the back of the Tashlets chair. It was too tempting to pass up, and he let himself fall in to the chair, allowing a small smile as he realized that all eyes on the Gesher were now fixed 175

squarely on him; their Shikisha. But this time, the faces were covered with confident, supportive smiles. For the time being, they were his crew. Clancy was still trying to fully understand why the missile launch hadnt worked. On any ballistic missile submarine, the launch commands could only be completed if each key was completely valid, in this case - instead of the usual 2 keys - the Vadavah computer still had Tashlet Spiknards launch codes logged in to the system after it had been reprogrammed to accept Darah Damariss authorization. That meant that there were three officers who needed to initiate the launch. Sitorus hasnt realized this, and had tried forcing a launch with only two. The computer had seen this, and initiated a full weapons lock down cycle. Now, the Vadavahs nukes were completely useless. The only thing that still eluded Clancy was how Tashlet Spiknard had known it would come to this Sir, the Havleting Gloarr is hailing us, reported Ian Soures, breaking the tense silence of the command deck. Clancy nodded while he straightened his uniform Jacket. Sitting in the center chair, he decided, he could definitely get used to. Put them through. Aye sir. The main view screen resolved in to the familiar view of the Havleting Gloarrs bridge but there was one difference, Ryuchi officers manned the bridge crew. The sight made Clancy sick to the stomach. The Ryuchi Tashlet was familiar somehow but he looked impatient. Its about time. Where is Tashlet Sitorus? A glimmer of recognition sparkled in Clancys eye as he finally recognised the Ryuchi Shikisha. They faced the same one at Tyr. Tashlet Sitorus is indisposed, he replied. This is Comm-Clancy smiled as a sudden and very appealing realization came to him- Tashlet Tegan Clancy in command of the Ethaiyams vessel Vadavah. If Im not mistaken that 176

submarine you are on belongs to us. You will surrender it, and standby to be boarded. A dumbfounded stare met Clancy on that note. Is this is joke? I demand to speak to Tashlet Sitorus! Obviously the situation had not fully registered through the thick skull of the Ryuchi Shikisha. Do I need to repeat myself? asked Clancy threateningly. Surrender Havleting Gloarr now Or I will open fire and take it by force. The Ryuchi was visibly trying to stop himself from scoffing in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something but thought the better of it, looked offscreen and nodded, and his image winked out. So much for negotiating said Clancy, totally unsurprised by the reaction. Kyle do we still have basic weapons control? Or have we been locked out? No, weve still got basic fire control, Shikisha but missile systems are completely inoperable. Fine, said Clancy. He doubted they would have to use the missile armaments anyway. Fire a warning shot across Havleting Gloarrs bow tubes one and two. Helm; bring us about hard to port, show the Havleting Gloarr our bows, and move all KROWS forward. Pinned between the Ryuchi fleet and the Havleting Gloarr behind, Vadavah had no where to go. She was pinned; and that made her only more dangerous. The SSCs massive bow came around quickly to bear on the Havleting Gloarr in a daunting attack posture; putting all 24 of her torpedo batteries to bear on the considerably smaller OSC. 2 torpedoes shot out of her forward tubes to cross the Havleting Gloarrs bow, exploding just a couple of hundred yards in front of her at full strength. The explosion of the thousand-pound plasma warheads was enough to rattle the Havleting Gloarr just enough to let it know what it was in for. While it was a measured show of force, it was nothing when compared to the swarm of 177

sub fighters that began pouring from the Vadavahs ventral hull, scattering in all directions to oppose whatever starsub fighters the Ryuchians may throw at them. The vessels countered, coming around in attack formations to flank the ESF battlewagon on both sides. Morsethim quickly began to appear out of the murky darkness to swarm over the ESF Pegasim, buzzing them and putting them off guard, but not actually firing. It was a scare tactic. In order to win, the Ryuchi fleet would have to keep the Vadavah and her subfighter wings off balance, and in disarray; divide and conquer. Shikisha, it looks like we got their attention And not in the way wed hoped. Theyre coming about weapons are hot. We have torpedoes in the water, coming in on bearings zero-one-eight, zero-five-seven, one-one-nine and one-one five. A dozen total sir, Cuylers grim report was delivered calmly, and a lesser officer would probably have panicked. Clancy responded just as coolly, taking charge of the rapidly escalating situation. Alright rotate batteries six through twelve to intercept tubes, and if you can get a lock; fire. Maintain shooting solutions on the carriers, and fire at will. Bring the pulse cannons on line and target the Havleting Gloarr. Aye, Shikisha. A full spread of intercepts screamed out from the Vadavahs torpedo batteries and began closing in on the Ryuchi weapons that were already approaching the SSC very rapidly. Nearby starsub fighters that had now begun engaging one another in close-quarters knife fights occasionally broke off to try and shoot down the torpedoes before they could get any closer, but for a few Ryuchi Morsethim that tried this against the Vadavahs intercepts, it proved to be a fatal error as pursuing Pegasim quickly dispatched them with hails of gunfire. 178

Most of the Ryuchi torpedoes exploded in tiny shockwaves as the intercepts either slipped through or hit their targets. Elsewhere, the Vadavahs own weapons had evaded the Ryuchi s defences and had found their marks solidly against 2 of the Aleus carriers that were still spewing out Morsethim. Impact, reported Cuyler. Confirm 8 direct hits. One of the carriers is breaking up and another is pulling back Several of the enemy fish got through out our intercepts. Theyre going to hit. Understood, tactical. Brace for collision! Aye. All hands; incoming torpedoes; rig for collision! Brace, brace, brace! It was six Ryuchi torpedoes that had gotten through. With their Volumetric sonars lighting up the ESF ship, they closed in quickly, with several nearby Pegasim straining to close the distance and kill them before they hit. Hades cannon fire lit up the water, destroying a few of the torpedoes, but there simply wasnt enough time to deal with them all, and they buried themselves deep within the Vadavahs side. Whatever they were, the Ryuchians werent stupid, and the torpedoes had been set to a delayed detonation. Breaking through the synthaskin and the underlying outer hull, the weapons lodged themselves deep within the pressure hull of the SSC and exploded in conflagrations of superheated plasma. Shockwaves rattled the pressure hull, bringing several bulkheads apart at the seams and causing severe internal flooding. The effect was a lot like bashing a tin can with a sledgehammer, and the concussive explosions were felt heavily across the submarine; most of all on the Bridge where master alarms blared over the thunder of protests from the groaning hull. Weve got hull breaches on decks A through D! Were taking on water!

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Seal off those sections, barked Clancy over the wail of the sirens. Tubes 14 through 24: full spread! Take out the Molotochim! Kisha Kamalas Sabine broke hard to port in her Pegasim at close to 100 knots as a Ryuchi Briton hot on her tail tried to cut her down with a barrage of Meson cannon fire. She was oblivious to the chaos of the battle as a whole, with all her attention given over to the person who was giving everything they had to try and kill her. Every turn she made was countered by the Briton. Whoever the pilot was, he was good. Viper, this is Hunter, Ive picked up a straggler! I cant shake him! Get him off me! Viper was the call sign of Pegasim Claw 3, Jim Gylliem. Im on it, Pegasim Claw 2 Hold on. Sabine tried to break hard again, but the Ryuchi following her was good, too good. He had to be a veteran. Her Pegasim tore upward against the undersea currents and snap-rolled quickly to evade the Britons cannon fire. The crackling energy from the meson rounds left rapidly dispersing trails in the water, shooting past her Pegasims canopy with dangerously improving accuracy. The Ryuchi Briton stayed with her through every turn. Her concentration was broken briefly as her consoles lit up red in warning and the Briton managed to get a solid torpedo lock. Oh Flames, she thought silently. Come on Pegasim Claw 2 Its now or never! she said with growing concern. Tilting her head back and over her shoulder, she managed to catch a glimpse of the annoying fighter as it juked left and right while trying to maintain its torpedo lock. Every time the Briton would settle in to place for a clean kill, she would break her Pegasim down in to a steep dive, or rapidly shoot up and away to the side, quickly breaking the target lock. But she couldnt keep it up forever. Another target lock; this had gone far enough. Very deliberately, Sabine kicked 180

in full throttle and threw the stick forward hard, sending the Pegasim in to a Jimach churning dive that made blood rush to her head with extremely heavy negative Gs. As the Pegasim approached the jagged seafloor at alarming speed, the Briton stayed its pursuit and finally fired. Master alarms blared in Roberts cockpit as the Britons torpedo rapidly closed on her tail, and she was now gripping the stick with white-knuckled intensity. Reaching the seafloor, she hit the release for her noisemakers, and pulled back hard on the stick. The sudden reversal of blood pressure this manoeuvre caused just about made her blackout, and a lesser pilot would have but experience had tempered Sabine, and shed learned to control it to an extent. The torpedo initially went after the decoys, and by the time its tracking systems had realized their error, it was far too late; and the torpedo crashed in to the seabed and exploded in a tiny nova of white fire. The same could not be said for the Briton which snapped upward at the last moment, shooting through the vaporised water created by its own torpedo and trying to stay on the ESF fighters tail. But in the moment that the Briton passed through the turbulent, eddied water created by the torpedos explosion, its sensors went blind and the pilot didnt see Jim Gylliem until it was way too late. Hades cannon fire cut through the Briton from stem to stern, ripping it apart like the vicious claws of a predator would do to its prey. Scratch one bogey! was the exuberant cry from Gylliem. Sabine saw all this through her sensors, and breathed a sigh of relief as she broke away to rejoin the fight. I owe you a beer, three. Too right, Pegasim Claw two. Ive got your wing. Sabine nodded as she switched back to her HUD sensors, and noticed another group of Morsethim that were leaving a nearby Aleus class Carrier. She smiled grimly beneath her oxygen mask, and bracketed the 181

big submarine in her crosshairs. Ok, Shockwaves 3 and 5: On my wing. Tag that carrier shes putting out fighters faster than we can destroy them. Turn it to toast The bridge of the Vadavah lurched again as another volley of torpedoes slammed in to the hull just aft of the bridge. The Ryuchians had done a spectacular job of surrounding the Vadavah, and were now attacking from every possible vector. It was turning in to a battle of attrition; the dwarfing form of the Vadavah; armed to the teeth, against nearly 2 dozen enemy attack subMariners, and the Havleting Gloarr OSC herself. Cuylers sentiments however didnt put the Vadavah in the most favourable of positions. Siddara Guatama it! he yelled over the carnage. Were losing power across section 12. Those last torpedoes blew the power distribution nodes to flames. Were running on batteries. Siddara Guatama , said Clancy unhappily, looking around at a Bridge that was quickly being brought to ruin under the sever bombardment the ship was taking. EVA: Tell Wing Shikisha Stranahan to get his fighters covering our ass. This ships too big to come about on those vanguard units hell have to take care of them. Aye sir. Kyle, give me a full damage report, ordered Clancy. Weve got substantial hull damage across sections three through seven, ten through sixteen and twenty through twenty-nine. Weve been hit no less than 15 times. Flooding in most sections is contained, but weve lost torpedo batteries sixteen, seventeen, nineteen, twenty, twenty one, and twenty three. Torpedo stocks are at 45 percent. Clancy grimaced. The Vadavah had absorbed more firepower than any other naval warship in history, and what was even more astounding was that 182

she was still operational mostly. Despite her size and firepower, it simply didnt have the same mobility as the fleet, and she was beginning to pay for it. Bring us to point-blank range with their lead units! he yelled. Are you joking? asked Cuyler incredulously. At that range our intercepts will be useless. Well be pounded! So will theirs, Shikisha. And our guns are bigger Keep firing those Siddara Guatama ed tubes! Endless salvos of torpedoes poured out of the Vadavah, directed with damned accuracy towards the squadrons of Ryuchi Molotochim that surrounded the enraged ESF submarine. Despite salvo after salvo, and the Ryuchi fleet being gradually chipped away, the Vadavah was taking more than she could dish out. Hull breaches covered most of her decks, and while the genetically-engineered synthaskin was working to seal off the ragged, torn holes, flooding was beginning to hinder basic operations. It seemed that despite everything she did, Vadavah simply could not win, and she had no where to run. But from the darkness, Confusion began to set in. Leaping out of the trench line, mysterious shadows leapt in to the fray. Within seconds, the Ryuchi Morsethim were beset out of no where by these black fighters; they were SF-37 Pegasim, but where they had come from was anyones guess. They didnt belong to the Vadavah, but they were certainly making the presence felt in very short order. For the outgunned Shockwaves and their supporting Valdris squadrons, they were more than a welcome addition to the fray. On the bridge of the Vadavah, the arrival of these new starsub fighters had the sonar operator in a stunned silence. He spun around in his chair faster than a gunshot, and looked at Clancy in amazement Shikisha! 183

Clancy was under immense stress between trying to direct the battle, and keep his ship intact, and looked at the sensor chief with eyes of fire. Spit it out, Kisha! The Kishas face bore an expression of pure shock. Sir, weve got new contacts! Flights of unknown starsub fighters just pulled out of the trench! Theyre attacking the Macs! Clancy was out of the command chair like a champagne cork leaving the bottle, and was already half way across the bridge in just a few strides. Ian Soures added to the confusion. Shikisha, weve got an incoming transmission! IFF is ESF Its the Netilat! Tashlet Lorah Overwells sat in the center chair of the Netilat SSC as her battle-rigged ship charged in to the fray. It was an oddly surreal moment; like something out of a western where the United States cavalry would ride to the rescue of the lone, besieged company of infantry. The Netilats bridge screen resolved to the eerily familiar sight of the Vadavahs bridge. It was like looking in to a flamesish mirror where everything was the same, but in a state of total chaos. To very little surprise, Shikisha Clancy was seated in the Tashlets chair. Sitting there, his face a chiseled and ragged mess, he looked about twice his age of just 32. Tashlet Overwells, you know how to make an entry! Overwells, being calm and controlled the complete opposite of the Vadavah XO - smiled. A little bird told us you might need some help. Seems he was right. Our ETA is less than a minute. Weve already got our strike wings in the water Im sure you noticed. Stand by, Shikisha. The uplink with the Vadavah ended, and Overwells turned to her bridge crew. They were some of the best officers in the fleet, and now they would 184

prove it. Tactical! Load all tubes and get me shooting solutions on those Molotochim! Helm! Take us in on the Vadavah port-quarter, lets give these Siddara Guatama ed Macs something to worry about One of the black-hulled Pegasim shot past the Vadavah at incredible speed, gunning down a pair of Morsethim in quick succession. Wing Shikisha Gabril Stranahan saw this from the cockpit of his own Pegasim, and knew almost straight away who the pilot was. Hed recognised the mysterious squadron the moment theyd arrived; their black fuselage and whitewinged crests that marked the fighters tails were a returned give away. They were the VF-115 Dark Angels, under the command of Wing Shikisha Corinn Roderick. The Angels had an infamous reputation; perhaps as much so as his own Shockwaves. Assigned to the Netilat, the Dark Angels shared a heated rivalry with the Shockwaves, and on several occasions that rivalry had extended beyond simple verbal jests. Typically, the Shockwaves were seen as the better squadron by the fleet, but deep down, Stranahan knew that at this level of skill, the difference between First and Second best was utterly trivial. Rodericks pilots were easily as good as his own, and at times like these, he was only too grateful for the fact. Archangel this is Paladin, he said in to his radio, using their old callsigns. Hed known Roderick for years, and could almost hear the smile creeping on to her delicate features. Well, well, came the reply. If it isnt the intrepid musketeer and his band of merry men. How is life, Gabe? Stranahan grimaced at the sultry, seductive sound of Inakan brogue in her voice. For a moment, hed forgotten how synonymous it was with an impending tongue-lashing. Nice of you to drop by, he 185

said coolly. We were beginning to think that the Shockwaves would have all this to themselves. Oh please, replied Roderick as her Pegasim pulled alongside his, wing-to-wing. Save your pride and dont bother, Gabe. Your pilots are good, but theyre not that good. Quit your bitching and start shooting. We can deal with the rivalries later. He smiled, looking over his shoulder at the black Pegasim that rode beside his own. Roderick was ten years younger than he was at a mere 30 years old. She still had her youth, and the attitude to go with it, but there was no denying that she was one of the best pilots in the entire ESF, and right now she happened to be right. Fine. Last to five 5 buys the Beer back in Nawlins, Quinn. Take the Dark Angels to zero-threezero and cover the Vadavahs northern flanks. The Shockwaves will handle those carriers you just keep their fighters off us. You know it Alright Dark Angels, hit your burners. No heroics I want to see clean kills and nothing more. In the shallow waters of the Phoenix Islands, the battle continued to rage. Vadavah was still holding her own under the constant bombardment of torpedoes as her sister slipped into position next to her. The pair of mighty Supercavitating Sea/Space Crafts was an awesome sight to behold, but all they did was to draw even more fire from the fleet. One squadron of ESF Haggarim from the Vadavah weaved around the shattered wreckage of a sinking Aleus Carrier with a flight of Ryuchi Morsethim in close pursuit. Another volley of torpedoes was fired from the Vadavah, and then shortly after, the Netilat added her own fire to the battle, and the weapons homed in on the vanguard force of Molotochim. The effectiveness of the Ryuchi intercepts was severely limited, and the barrage of torpedoes slipped straight passed and slammed in to several of the Molotochim. Unlike the two big ESF 186

battlewagons that opposed them, the Molotochim could not take so much punishment and survive. The torpedoes completely decimated the subMariners, leaving their hulls a shattered ruin. Of six attack subMariners, only two remained. Perhaps the most noticeable presence of the battle however laid at the very center of the Ryuchi formations. Shielded by squadrons of Morsethim and being protected by seemingly endless intercept torpedo fire, the Havleting Gloarr OSC was untouched and continued to pour torpedoes in to the sea that struck the much larger SSCs. With the arrival of the Netilat, it was now obvious that the fleet had no chance of winning and the few subMariners that remained in their ranks gradually began to fall back the Havleting Gloarr included. Slowly, the old OSC fell back in to the trench; a last bid to escape. Shikisha Clancy, said Tashlet Overwells on the main screen of the Vadavah. Go ahead, Netilat, replied Clancy as he slowly began to calm him self down now that things were finally going their way. Overwellss face was still calm. Shed done this many times before, and it obviously took a lot to shake her nerves. Vadavah doesnt stand a chance against all these Ryuchi attack subMariners. Youve taken enough torpedoes already to sink a small navy and it would seem that fleet Intel has vastly underestimated local forces. Clancy nodded in agreement. If Vadavah stayed then she would probably not leave. Agreed. What are you suggesting? Netilat can handle the rest of the Ryuchians, but weve got a problem. The Havleting Gloarr is withdrawing. From where we are now, Netilat is pinned. Judging from your position, Id say Vadavah is in the best place to intercept Havleting Gloarr before she can escape. 187

Again, she was right. Netilats timely arrival had redirected the efforts of the Ryuchians, leaving Vadavah herself as a secondary priority. Aside from a few stubborn attack subMariners, the Vadavah was now in open waters with a free run straight to the nearby trench and the Havleting Gloarr. Well get the job done, Tashlet. Give them flames. Overwells gave him a smug and confident smile. We intend to, Shikisha Good hunting. The image of the Netilats bridge disappeared from the view screen, and Clancy turned to the helm Havleting Gloarr couldnt be allowed to escape to Ryuchi waters, and hed be Siddara Guatama ed if he was about to let that happen. Darah Lay in an intercept course with Havleting Gloarr. Give me everything youve got. ESF High Court, Nawlins, Nawlins Island. Tishryu 19th, FY 2040 Doug Profan was in damage control. His questioning of Tashlet Spiknard had now been going now for at least 20 minutes. He was being extremely thorough, making sure he covered every possible grounds and thus denying Birkita any possible loophole through which to work. Discrediting her argument was essential if they had any chance of resurrecting the trial. So, Tashlet to recap for the record of the court, who was it that the orders of shakedown had come from? The Hashem of the ESF. Kelimah Helsonn. So, at the time of your mission, you were operating under the regulations and orders of the ESF, and not the royal navy. This to me seems rather straight forward. How you could argue that basic fact, I dont know.

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Profan stopped, and turned to address the Jury and the rest of the court, his questioning had, for the most part, come to an end. Spiknard thought that hed done a pretty solid job of establishing to very little doubt that there was no way he could have broken Grandmaster Shikisha order six of the ESF charter. By simple order of precedence, the Vadavahs first and foremost duty was the defence of the station, and while the argument had encountered many objections from Shikisha Birkita, Profan had stayed true to his line of questioning, and with the presentation of various articles of evidence, had won through. It seemed almost absurd that so much attention had been paid to such a seemingly insignificant matter that seemed ridiculously simple on paper, and yet their entire defence relied on the integrity of that interpretation. How can a Tashlet be subject to two conflicting sets of orders? he asked rhetorically to the court. On one hand you have the very first article of the ESF charter which compels every ESF Shikisha to answer calls of mercy under international law, regardless of confederate alignment or territorial disputes, and on the other, we have article 2, section 3 of the charter which explicitly prohibits the use of unsolicited force to resolve a conflict Ok Tashlet, can you tell the court what rules of engagement are? I mean for some people sitting there, they probably think that rules of engagement are guidelines that you would impose to allow someone to marry your daughter. The light jest prompted a quiet chuckle from the stands, and a smile from Spiknard. (Funnily enough, even the prosecution and jury could see the humor in the remark) Spiknard could see where the argument was going but of course, so could Birkita. Rules of engagement are an internationally-recognized set of conditions under which a military force may engage the enemy in combat. They are usually established before the onset of hostilities. In peace time, the 189

general rule of engagement is not to fire unless you are fired upon first. Profan nodded, but did not follow through with the question that Spiknard would have expected. He would save the most obvious question until last. I see. And are civilians protected under rules of engagement, Tashlet? Yes they are. Rules of Engagement are built on international law. Usually, breaking the rules of engagement is grounds for a hearing, or in extreme cases, a war crimes tribunal. Obviously, firing on civilians under any circumstances is considered unacceptable by those laws. So really it was the Ryuchians who were responsible for breaking those rules when they fired on the station in the first place. Vadavah was merely responding under internationally-established laws. Thats correct, yes. Profan nodded slowly. Now they were getting somewhere. One final question, Tashlet, he said as he paced back and forth across the floor. When you engaged the subMariners who fired first? The Ryuchians. Profan smiled with a curt nod. That would do. Thank you, Tashlet. No further questions, your honor. Master Tashlet Kei nodded gratefully, and looked to Shikisha Birkita on the prosecution bench who was busily scribbling down notes. Prosecution would you like to cross-examine? We would, your honor, she replied, standing up and walking to the floor. Spiknard sighed no end was in sight. Her notes in-hand, Birkita gave Spiknard a smile; a predatory smile - a warning that this was going to be bad. She did it on purpose of course, as a nervous witness under cross examination was never a bad thing for a lawyer. The defence has argued that 190

Tashlet Spiknard could not have been in breach of standing orders given the various extenuating circumstances surrounding the Tyr incident. But do you deny, Tashlet that your actions did in fact lead to a state of war between the nations of the ESF and Ryuchi? No, I do not. But you maintain that your actions were legal under international law, yes? Thats correct. Do you know what this is, Tashlet? she said, holding up a sheet of paper which bore the familiar letterhead of s military command, although admittedly about 30 years out of date. To venture a guess, replied Spiknard cautiously, Id say they are the orders signed by the Royal Navy that released me to ESF service in 2016. Very good, Tashlet, she said with an approving nod. You have an excellent memory So tell me Do you remember what it is the orders actually say? Im afraid not said Spiknard, straining as he tried to recall. I remember the basics, but the smaller details are lost to me. Is that so said Birkita, narrowing her eyes. Prosecution exhibit twenty-seven; the open-ended orders signed by Master Tashlet Sir John Hollingworth, Shikisha in chief of the North Sea fleet on March 14th, two-thousand-sixteen that authorizes the services of Kisha Connor Spiknard to the navy of Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force Organization. Master Tashlet Kei extended his hand to Birkita. May I see that? he asked. Birkita handed the letter to the Judge, and then referred to her notes as the Master Tashlet read through the letter. Now, Tashlet do you consider yourself an officer of the Royal Navy? Of course. My commission was never resigned, said Spiknard truthfully. 191

But as part of this commission, your services are currently signed to the ESF, yes? Correct. So Tashlet continued Birkita with mock confusion. I dont understand. How can you be absolved of your responsibilities to the Royal Navy if your commission was never resigned? Spiknard shook his head impassively. When I signed on to the ESF navy, I changed commands from the to the ESFs naval command. The two departments are completely exclusive of one another and the operations we conduct are completed as part of a mutual agreement from both sides. Indeed said Birkita with a lopsided smile. I quote, she said, looking to the court and the jury once more. From paragraph sixteen of these orders; While these orders are open-ended and do authorize the services of Connor Spiknard to Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force Navy, he is not absolved of his responsibilities or duties in representing the crown of His Majesty King Charles the third, the Royal Navy, and/or while discharging his duties, and will be bound by their respective regulations and codes of uniform. The Tashlets heart skipped a beat. Birkita had just completely destroyed Profans argument with one very infallible and destructive stroke. She looked back to the Judge and shook her head slowly. Nothing further, your honor. ASF-290 Shockwaves. Midstore MD Facility. Tishryu 19th, FY 2040 Keeping her grip on the yolk steady, Kisha Sabine gently eased her Pegasim upwards towards the Ryuchi subcarrier and with a quick flick of a gloved thumb, disarmed the weapons safeties for her torpedoes. Shockwaves 3, this is 2. Im uploading 192

targeting data to you now Pick your target, and fire on my orders. Pegasim Claw 5: Cover our tails. The replies of acknowledgement were practically instant as the well-trained pilots fell in line with their wing leader. The trio of Pegasim, doing almost 200 knots, were rapidly closing the distance with the enemy carrier. Several Morsethim noticed their approach, and broke away to engage, but they were either too far away to catch the ESF Pegasim in time, or were quickly gunned down by Pegasim Claw 5 who stayed a watchful guard over his comrades. Graceful lines and long, sweeping bulges down its sides that were the hangars gave the Aleus class a fearfully recognizable form. Small, but very mobile, they were always bad news for anyone who happened across them on the wrong side of Ryuchis border. This particular one however, was about to meet a very abrupt demise. Kisha Sabine watched the distance on her HUDs targeting sensors tick down, waiting for a solid tone, and an indication to fire. Finally, it went solid red and the steady beeps that had steadily increased in tempo turned to a solid tone; a target lock. Without a moments hesitation, she depressed the trigger. Pegasim Claw 2: Fox 3! As a pair of torpedoes rocketed away from her fighter with a scream of their igniting plasma engines, she snap rolled away to avoid becoming a very tempting target for a whole heap of Morsethim that were now almost certainly on their toes. Kisha Jim Gylliem, who had been sitting off her port wing, issued a similar report. Pegasim Claw 3: Fox 3! Between the two Pegasim, the four Connor-95 GSM-8 Rattlesnake torpedoes shot away in to the darkness, finding their way to the target by their advanced guidance systems. Nearby, a Ryuchi Cepheus class anti-fighter frigate detected the weapons, and its point defense cannons quickly began to track them and start firing. But at this close range, there was simply not enough time and the ESF 193

torpedoes buried themselves in to the side of the Aleus with multiple, heavy impacts. Between the four torpedoes, two and a half thousand pounds of superheated, high-energy plasma exploded across the hull, breaching it in multiple sections. Quickly, the carrier began to keel over to one side as thousands of tons of water started to pour in to its innards. Sabine smiled at the slow-motion destruction of the Carrier as she rolled the Pegasim through the chaotic battlefield around her, swinging under large pieces of neutrally-buoyant debris and snap rolling around the ruined hulls of crippled and gutted Molotoch class SSNs that were struggling to keep from sinking. A shrill beep from her sensors made her look down instinctively, and she cursed. Siddara Guatama it. Pegasim Claw leader, this is 2. Ive just picked up another wave of bombers coming in. Theyre headed straight for the Netilat and therere a lot of them. I count nearly 30. Got it, Pegasim Claw 2. All flights; form up and get back to the Netilat at best possible speed. Lets see if we can give Shikisha Rodericks pilots a hand. Aye. Fangs-out, sir. With the subfighter battle above just beginning to get in full swing, a new duel was beginning to take shape within the depths of the Hemmingway trench below. Plunging as deep as she could, and as fast as her great bulk would allow, the Havleting Gloarr OSC was engulfed by darkness as the last vestiges of natural light disappeared from the sea around her. On her bridge, Ryuchi Tashlet Spence Nagadi was only too aware that in pursuit, trailing by some distance was the Vadavah SSC 2040 It had taken an operation of immense coordination to capture this submarine, thought Nagadi, and he was not just about to let the ESF steal her away again. He recalled reading the vivid reports of how Ryuchi Mariners had descended on to the crippled Havleting Gloarr over a week before, 194

killing or subduing every person alive on the ESFs former flagship, taking those who were left alive or unable to fight as prisoners, and claiming the submarine as their own. Yes; they had received help from internal sources within the ESF, but it did not take anything away from the achievement. For his part in the operation, Nagadi had been rewarded with command of the venerable submarine, and he was relishing every moment. No, their plan to take the Vadavah a prize today had failed how, he could only guess. The treacherous ESF Tashlet, Benjamin Sitorus had been meant to deliver the submarine and its entire crew in to his waiting arms, but instead, the Vadavahs executive officer had somehow intervened, and plans had changed. The unexpected and most inconvenient arrival of the Netilat had only added to the problems, but now he had the means and firepower with which to dispatch the vaunted Vadavah, and he would. Swiveling around in the command chair, he called to the helm officer who steered the great submarine through the depths of the trench, and asked for his report. Helm Whats our position? Were 3 miles in to the Trenchs northern approach. Depth beneath the keel is six thousand feet. Full stop! he ordered quickly. Take us straight down, Kisha all rudders to center. Aye, sir. Havleting Gloarr couldnt outrun the Vadavah forever, and even with the big SSC damaged as it was, she was still more than a match for them head-on, as Nagadi had found much to his chagrin just a matter of days before. Hed watched as the Vadavahs imposing torpedo batteries had ripped through his squadron of attack subMariners almost effortlessly at the Tyr station, and he would not make the same mistake again. Rig for silent running, he ordered. Tactical: reload all tubes. Plasma warheads to 100 percent 195

charge. Rig their guidance systems for auJimatic target acquisition. Aye, Tashlet; loading all tubes. Plasma torpedoes to 100 percent yield. Now, the Havleting Gloarr would wait. He had to admit, the ESF really knew how to build a submarine; Havleting Gloarr was by far the most fundamentally advanced ship he had ever seen, and despite the numerous upgrades that it must have received over the years, he could only wonder what the Vadavah was like. It was a shame they werent able to capture the SSC. The damage to the ESFs morale would have been utterly devastating. Instead, he would wait until Vadavah descended in to the trench, and hopefully completely fail to notice the Havleting Gloarr lying silently at rest in the cold depths below. The SSC would pass straight overhead without every firing a shot and he would then put the accursed ESF ship to rest Permanently. The predators were now the prey A few miles away, the Vadavah glided through the narrow ravines of the Hemmingway trenchs northern-most approaches. The jagged walls of the ravine missed the big wings of the SSC by just a few dozen yards as Darah Damaris and Vaddy Vaddy skillfully piloted the ship towards the trench just ahead. Kisha, whats the range to the Havleting Gloarr? asked Tegan Clancy. Uncertain, sir. Shes just entered Hemmingway. We wont know until we clear the trench heads. Clancy grimaced. He hated being blind. It led to unpleasant surprises that were generally very bad news. Havleting Gloarr had chosen by far the most effective way to escape. In the same position, Clancy would have done exactly the same thing. The Hemmingway trench was deep enough so that it provided passage for even the largest of subMariners, but at the same time, the trenchs ridge lines were so perilous on navigational charts that it was almost 196

impossible to discern submarine from rock when viewed from above. Vadavah could have been walking in to a trap, and theyd never know until it was too late. Shikisha Cuyler? Yes sir? Load and flood all torpedo batteries Rig torpedo guidance systems for snapshots. I want to let go everything we have at a moments notice, and I dont care if you dont have a shooting solution. Aye sir. Clancy had a very bad feeling about this. He got up and began walking around the bridge to the sensor station that was now being manned by Kisha Ian Soures after the duty officer in charge of the station had been injured, and taken to sickbay. Despite being on the Vadavah now for nearly 2 weeks, he still had not gotten used to the feel of the split-level bridge. It felt way too open. Such space was a complete luxury, and it was a vast change from the often confined spaces of the bridge on a Poseidon class subfighter carrier. Where are you whispered Clancy as he leaned over Phillips shoulder to look at the 3D charts being displayed on the Volumetric sonar screens. I wish I could do more, sir, said Soures, shaking his head. Ive already sent KROWS Loner and Junior ahead to try and give us sonar coverage past that shelf ahead, but its going to take them a while to get there. Its alright, Kisha, said Clancy quietly, patting the man on the shoulder. Well find her. If possible, he wanted the Havleting Gloarr intact, but somehow he doubted that the Macs would just hold up their hands and surrender with such a ship at their disposal. Even if she was old and outgunned, Havleting Gloarr still had enough firepower to do some very serious damage, and he was certain they wouldnt simply give up without a fight. If necessary, Vadavah would sink her, and make sure that she stayed out of Katzin Helsonns hands. 197

Were entering the Hemmingway trench, Shikisha, reported Damaris from the helm. Depth beneath the keel is six-zero-zero-nine feet and falling rapidly. Thank you helm slow to six-zero knots. Steady as she goes. Six-zero knots, aye. Steady as she goes. Long moments passed, but still there was no sign of their elusive prey. The bridge was deathly silent. Not a word was said, and you could have heard a pin drop. Ian? Anything? asked Clancy. Not a Siddara Guatama ed thing, sir replied Soures quietly. A second later, he frowned, bringing a hand to his right earphone slowly. Wait Ive got something on the acoustic array he reported. Another beat Phillips face suddenly became white with fear, and he tore off the headphones and looked at the bridge crew behind him. Flames! Weve got torpedoes returned astern in our baffles; closing fast! Outside, a dozen torpedoes were indeed closing with the Vadavah. Coming out of the darkness behind her, the torpedoes closed in at alarming speed; their guidance systems locked on and homing in on the massive sonar signature that the SSC presented. Clancy sprinted back to the Conn and practically threw himself in to the chair. All aft intercepts: fire at will! All decks brace for impacts. Sound collision! Cuyler wasted no time in repeating the order in to the PA. All hands, Rig for collision! Brace, Brace, Brace! With very little warning, and before the intercepts had even left their tubes, the torpedoes slammed the Vadavahs stern with full force. The organic hull skin of the SSC was incinerated by the plasma warheads while the heavily-armoured Excelsis hull was torn apart, impact after impact. Some twelve torpedoes in total ravaged the big submarine, leaving the stern a gutted ruin. Entire bulkheads were torn 198

asunder, and vast sections of the ships internal decks were opened directly to the sea with explosive force. The sudden loss of pressurization caused even further damage as without equalization; the pressure of the sea crushed the exposed decks with a deafening crack that was heard across the entire ship. Over the wail of master alarms, Tegan Clancy hadnt even had time to fasten his restraints, and was thrown to the grated floor of the command deck with a solid and resounding crack in his side. He wheezed painfully as he felt something break there, but that was the least of his worries. Multiple alert klaxons flooded the bridge as dozens of warnings and alerts were displayed on just about every console of every station. If Vadavah survived this, it would be nothing short of an engineering miracle. Clawing his way to his feet, Clancy helped several other officers who had been standing just moments before back to their feet. Tactical! he yelled. Full damage report! Sensors: where the flames did they come from!? Ian Soures was dazed. Hed been rattled heavily in his restraints by the jarring shock of the explosions, and he wiped sweat from his face. Clancy noted already that Souress sensor console displayed multiple errors and alerts from all different kinds of systems. Long range sensors are offline, he reported simply. But Im nearly certain it was Havleting Gloarr. Shes right behind us sir. She must have been waiting below us. Clancy cursed again with several four-letter nouns that he would otherwise not use while he held a hand low over his ribs that continued to send sharp lances of pain through him whenever he took a breath. Siddara Guatama it! Shikisha Cuyler? Where the flames is that damage report? Cuyler looked in a bad way. An ugly gash ran diagonally across his brow, and he looked very pale. Weve taken massive damage across all aft decks, he 199

reported forlornly. The majority of major ship systems are offline. Auxiliary power is online, but the primary power systems from engineering are completely returned. We have major hull breaches on all decks aft of section fifty six. Flooding is severe, but contained. EVA is inoperable. Aft sensors are shot to flames and both long range sensors and Volumetric sonar are down. I other words, said Clancy, Were deaf, dumb, blind and impotent. Yes sir. Reroute everything you have from all available systems to auxiliary power. Including life support? asked Cuyler with slight shock. Effing yes from life support! yelled Clancy angrily. Firstly, if its still working Ill be god Siddara Guatama ed amazed. Secondly well probably be returned in 5 minutes anyway! The Ryuchi Briton imploded as Roberts Plasma torpedo detonated and engulfed it in a pressure wave of blue fire. Kisha Sabine rolled her fighter through the debris, taking no pause to wonder if the hapless pilot had managed to eject. Scratch one. Thats one less Briton in the world. Breaking away again, she targeted another fighter in her HUD and began chasing it. Through the canopy, she saw the massive hull of the Netilat SSC race by as she skimmed over it at a distance of less than fifty meters. Shockwaves 3 and 5 fall out. Im tracking half a dozen Ryuchi Morsethim bearing twoone-seven. Pick your targets and intercept. Understood maam. Pushing her throttles to the stops, she moved after the closing Briton wing as fast as her Pegasim would take her. Switching back to her super-cavitating Hades cannons, she began mentally tracing one of the Britons paths as she swung wide in to an attack 200

vector that brought her in straight down on to the enemy fighters dorsal hull. The Ryuchi crafts widespread wings presented a perfect target, and she was just about to depress the trigger and almost certainly destroy it, when - to her surprise her prey pulled in to a tight climb that brought him in a head-on course with her own fighter. It was in that instant that she made the most stupid mistake of the day. So, its a game of chicken you want she whispered under her breath, quiet enough so that no one on the open radio channel would hear her. Rethinking her attack strategy, she switched back to her single remaining torpedo, and selected the brave Briton in the HUD. The two fighters charged at each other with a combined speed better than 600 knots; a blindingly fast pace of more than 300 meters per second. The Briton was so distant that if it werent for the HeadsUp Displays sensor-enhanced magnification, she wouldnt have been able to make it out at all. Keeping her finger steadily on the trigger, she completely ignored the various proximity alarms that her navigational computer was blaring, and didnt really pay attention to the torpedo lock that was being painted on her either. As the fighters drew closer and closer, Sabine smiled sinisterly as her HUD went solid red and she squeezed the trigger. The torpedo shot away from the Pegasim and she rapidly broke off at the exact same moment as the Briton fired its own torpedoes. Unfortunately for the Ryuchi , he was far too slow (and with these speeds, that really only meant a fraction of a second) and Sabine torpedo caught him in his turn, and exploded. The detonation destroyed the fighter quickly, but Sabine also had to work fast if she was to avoid a similar fate. Throwing her fighter in to a rapid dive, she accelerated to flank speed towards the ocean floor and hit the release for her countermeasures. Her blood ran cold when the master alarm flashed above the 201

ECM monitors. She had none left. Oh Christ This is Pegasim Claw 2 Im in serious trouble here. With no countermeasures, she had no way to throw off the torpedo, all she could do was out fly it and hope for the best. Breaking hard right in her downward plunge, she snap-rolled the fighter back along its own axis in a very G-intensive turn and headed back towards the surface. The torpedo however was not fooled, and followed suit. Jim! she said in to the open comm. I need help! Jim Gylliem, the ever-faithful wingman, responded swiftly. I see you, Pegasim Claw 2 Pull up and break hard! Obediently, Sabine threw the Pegasim in to an inverted, straight and level run, building up as much speed as possible in the final part of the turn, and then breaking away rapidly to port. It seemed to work, and the torpedo momentarily seemed to lose its lock. She sighed deeply in relief, but didnt see the second Briton that was coming straight at her until it was too late. Oh now this sucks. Meson fire lanced out from the enemy fighter, and tore through her port wing, turning the entire control surface in to an unrecognisable stump of shattered excelsis and wrecked framework. Over the howl of master alarms, the fighter suddenly seemed to become extremely sluggish in its flight, and the cockpit began to rattle under the strain of the torn wing. Im hit! There was no more time. The torpedo, having reacquired its target, finally caught up and raced in for the final kill. Throwing the yolk hard left in one last, desperate attempt to evade it, the Pegasim sluggishly pulled around, but it was to no avail. The torpedo closed the final gap and exploded. The shock slammed her forward, hard in to her restraints and she wheezed as the wind was knocked from her lungs. A tumbling ruin, the entire tail of her once-graceful Pegasim was now little more than 202

shattered debris, dispersing in the shockwave of the torpedos explosion. Plummeting to the ocean bottom in an uncontrolled, lateral spin, Sabine strained to reach for the ejection handles, but under the extreme G-forces being exerted on her, it took every ounce of strength she had. Ejecting! Ripping the ejection handles away; her head seemed to explode as the cockpit canopy and all blew away from the doomed subfighter under the thrust of its powerful rocket engines. Blood rushed away from her head under the extreme forces of gravity that were at work, the world became a blur, and then finally everything went black Torpedoes in the water! I count 12 fish! exclaimed Ian Soures in panic. Havleting Gloarr had just fired every tube. Vadavah had no possible way of surviving a second assault. Already a virtual wreck, they could do almost nothing to stop it. Clancy couldnt believe it. Vadavah had no more intercepts left, and she was now a sitting duck. Helm! All ahead full! Take us deep in to the trench. Sound crash dive! This submarine wasnt designed to crash dive! Well if those torpedoes hit, well be crashing anyway. Just do it! Nervously, Darah Damaris sighed through gritted teeth as she eased forward on the yolk. Vadavah lurched forward and began to Clancy felt her start to descend rapidly beneath his feet. Turning to Cuyler at the tactical station with a glimmer of hope in his eye, he realized that the battered sub still had one last ace up her sleeve. Did the Thor techs end up installing the EMP? he asked quickly. Cuyler looked genuinely worried about this idea. Yes, but in our current state, we could fry every Siddara Guatama ed system on this ship. Its never been tested. 203

Now is as good of a time as any. Bring it online maximum power. As part of her defensive armament, Vadavah had a single EMP field generator. If it worked as planned, then the Electromagnetic Pulse would fry everything electrical within half a kilometre of the submarine. But with the Vadavah so badly damaged, the EMP could very well destroy every electrical system aboard the sub, or worse; it could overload and the built up energy would have absolutely no where to go. But given the alternative, they had little choice. The torpedoes grew ever closer, and Vadavah dived deeper and deeper in to the Hemmingway trench. EMP Charged, sir, reported Cuyler. 10 seconds to impact, reported Ian Soures with growing alarm. Clancy mentally counted down the seconds, and whispered a silent prayer. He wasnt overly religious, but right now, he was making an exception. The next few seconds were the longest of his entire life. 5 seconds, reported Soures again. Clancy waited just half a second longer, and then committed himself to fate. Now! Cuyler closed his eyes, whispering a prayer of his own before turning the firing key of the EMP as the torpedoes closed in their last hundred yards. With a high pitched whine, the huge built up electromagnetic charge deep within the Vadavah was released. A giant wave of energy washed through the sea, causing it to visibly distort as an ultra-sonic shockwave sent seismic tremors rumbling throughout the depths. The strange displacement wave washed over everything in its path, and the approaching torpedoes became purely ballistic; their engines and every system within them shutting down in the last possible second. One by one, they slammed in to the Vadavahs hull but they did not explode. 204

On the bridge, Clancy sighed as lights and control stations flicked erratically. But to his relief, and with a gentle hum that filled the bridge, the power returned quickly. It had worked! Without a moment to waste, Clancy pointed at Cuyler, jumping back in the saddle and in to the fight. Target the Havleting Gloarr, match sonar bearings for aft tubes 1 through 12! No good, sir! Those last torpedoes we took completely gutted most our aft tubes! Weve only got 3 operational batteries left! Clancy swore, and Ian Soures seemed to only have more bad news to give. Shikisha, Havleting Gloarr is opening her outer doors again shes going to fire! Three batteries are better than none, said Clancy, trying to see some form of hope through the chaos around him. Are they fully loaded? Yes sir. Each battery has 6 tubes loaded and armed. Clancy nodded quietly Between the three torpedo batteries, it meant they had exactly 18 torpedoes ready to fire. It was no small number, but it was still everything they had. Fire everything you have, Shikisha. Cuyler pushed the buttonand nothing happened. Oh, no The acting-Tashlet looked pained. Oh please. No Dont tell me that. I dont want to hear it. Sir, the damage we took from the last torpedo salvo severely damaged the power relays to targeting sensors and the EMP just fried our auxiliaries. Weve got power, but were bleeding so much through the damage that sensors simply arent getting enough. Clancy didnt know whether to cry or laugh. He was standing on the command deck the most powerful ship ever created, and it was fast becoming the most useless ship created. Bridge to engineering, he called, slapping the intercom on his command chair. 205

The exhausted and garbled voice of Master Kisha Scotti had never sounded so sweet. At least, thought Clancy, he was alive. Go ahead, bridge. Clancy gritted his teeth, hoping that he wasnt about to regret his next decision. I want you to give me all the power you can, and shunt it directly in to the sensors. Put the fusion core in to overload if you have to. For a moment, static filled the intercom. Clancy imagined Scotti standing there in engineering, his hand on the microphone, and a look of pure horror covering his face. It was an oddly amusing thought given the circumstances. Sir, you want me to overload the core? Clancy sat back down and began punching orders in to his command console. Dont argue with me, chief! Just do it! Overloading the Vadavah fusion core would give the ship a surplus in power, perhaps too much, which was good when almost nothing was getting to the damaged sensors. But overloading a fusion reactor core had the capacity of causing a drama that would be very, very bad; usually resulting in a chain reaction vaporising everything within 10 kilometers. Do we have Havleting Gloarrs command codes? Clancy asked Cuyler on the level below. Yes sir. But I dont see how it would do us any good. Our sensors are so bad that wed need to get a direct communications link up and running if we even wanted to attempt what I think you are suggesting. Clancy nodded. How much control would we have? Cuyler shook his head solemnly. The returnedman codes allow for limited access to their computer Id say wed have access to their memory logs, but not much else. The solution hit Clancy like a plasma torpedo. They still had a chance. He looked away at the sensor station where Ian Soures continued to sit in pure, 206

mortified horror of everything that was happening. He felt sorry for the young man; Soures had handled himself exceptionally well under the most difficult circumstances imaginable, but everyone had their limits. Mister Soures, said the Shikisha sternly, doing his best to instil some confidence in the man. Get me the Havleting Gloarr on any channel you can. Its time we discussed the terms of our surrender. The bridge of the Havleting Gloarr was tense. Tashlet Nagadi was poised to give the final order that would send the Vadavah to the bottom. Everything had worked as hed planned; in the narrow confines of the Hemmingway trench, Vadavah was stuck on her course, and had no room to manoeuvre or turn around to face the Havleting Gloarr, which sat comfortably behind the SSC at a distance of just over a mile. The Radio officer seemed taken aback by something, and he turned around to give his report. Tashlet Nagadi. Were getting radio traffic from the Vadavah the radio officer frowned, listening to the message again through his headphones, making sure he understood it correctly. They surrender sir. The sensor operator nodded in agreement with the radio officer. I dont think theyre bluffing, sir. Im detecting a power overload in the Vadavahs fusion core, and almost every single system is down. Theyre finished, sir. Nagadi nodded slowly; still wary of any possible deception. He wouldnt put it past the annoying Vadavah Shikisha to try something dangerous. Put them up, he ordered. The screen at the front of the Havleting Gloarrs bridge resolved to the image of an extremely battered and ruined scene: the Vadavah Bridge. The officers there looked dishevelled and beaten. There was no pride left on their faces, and Nagadi recognised the weary, haggard face in the center chair immediately. 207

Tashlet Clancy. This is Tashlet Spence Nagadi in command of the Havleting Gloarr. Clancy gave nothing away. Tashlet I am willing to discuss terms of our immediate surrender. We have wounded and our core is going in to overload. Very well, our terms are simple, replied Nagadi. He was a reasonable man when need be, and saw no reason to gloat. All it did was inflate egos. You will prepare to be boarded and to relinquish command of your vessel to the Ryuchi . You and your crew will be taken as prisoners of the and will be detained on the Havleting Gloarr until you can be transferred to an appropriate port. The Shikisha of the ESF vessel seemed to hesitate, as if thinking it over Clancy stared at Nagadi for a long, drawn out moment. What assurances do we have that you will honor the Reykjavik accords? he asked. At the tactical station, Shikisha Cuyler frantically worked with the Havleting Gloarrs command codes. He shook his head at Clancy with desperate eyes; pleading for more just a bit more time. You have my word, sir, but nothing more. We have no interest in destroying your vessel unless you give me no alternative, said Nagadi as formally as his inherent smugness would allow. Clancy was an expert poker player, and still betrayed nothing. He was impressed by how reasonable Nagadi was being, and if only for a moment, he considered that the offer was not band given the very few, and not to mention very dim alternatives. The terms are acceptable, he said quickly. We need help locking this reactor down as soon as possible. Im afraid we dont have much time most our engineering crew has been killed, and those few who are left cant deal with it by themselves. That was a lie, of course. But the Ryuchi didnt seem to notice, and nodded curtly. We will see what- 208

Cuyler winked at Clancy from his station below, a small smile covering his features. Hed done it. On the Havleting Gloarrs command deck, Tashlet Nagadi was cut off mid-speech by his weapons officer. Tashlet! he reported in panic. Weve lost shooting solutions for all tubes and intercepts! What!? spat Nagadi in disbelief. I dont understand it sir I cant do anything to get it back! Its like our memory banks have been erased. Weapons are unresponsive! Nagadis jaw fell slack. Hed been deceived. He shot back around to the main screen to look at Clancy with growing rage. Before he could say a thing, the ESF officer shook his head. -Tashlet Nagadi Ill give you one and only one chance to surrender Or I will fire. Pointing to the communications officer, Nagadis face contorted in anger. Shut him off! he yelled. Obediently, the image of the ravaged Vadavah Bridge disappeared, and he spun on his heel to sprint over to weapons control. Can you reacquire shooting solutions? Im trying, sir! All engines: Full reverse! Clancy watched the helpless Havleting Gloarr slowly pulling away, and then looked around his own, ruined bridge. He had no choice. Fire From the rear of the Vadavah, the three remaining torpedo batteries let fly with everything they had left. Within seconds, 18 torpedoes were accelerating at an alarming speed to almost 200 knots. At a range of just one mile, their total flight time could be measured in seconds. With nowhere to turn, and no way to return fire, there was nothing the Havleting Gloarr could do. She visibly shook as the torpedoes struck her head-on. With the first few strikes, Havleting Gloarrs bow was gutted as the torpedoes 209

tore deep in to her hull and ripped apart the ships command centers, and the remaining weapons only further sealed the submarines fate. The water lit up in spectacular novas of white fire as the weapons consumed Havleting Gloarr, tearing apart her once-majestic and graceful hull. It was a painful image to watch: Reeling from the destruction, the Havleting Gloarr OSC started to break apart, and in a final, defiant scream of protest, the great submarines hull imploded in a rapid staccato of low-pitched booms. The massive blast of exploding pressure reverberated throughout the sea for miles, but it was heard on the Vadavah as nothing more than a low, trembling thump across her decks; an anti-climax of tragic proportions. Darah Damaris, Kyle Cuyler, Vaddy Vaddy, Tegan Clancy, Ian Soures and the rest of the Vadavahs bridge crew watched the death of Havleting Gloarr in silence. There was no cheering or satisfaction only the gratitude that they were alive. Around them, Vadavah was a shadow of her former self; the bridge once pristine and gleaming at every orifice was now blackened and scarred. The smooth bulkheads that had covered the walls were now shattered and broken, and ruptured power cables were strewn from every frame and ceiling. Control stations were covered in debris from the collapsed sections of ceiling, and every light seemed faint through the thin curtain of smoke that filled the air. Finally, there was the avatar of the Vadavahs trident crest that had once hung proudly from the wall, illuminated by the shimmering eddies of the moonpool below. It was dark now; no light shined upon it, and ugly scars from where fire had lashed across it now marred its gleaming finish. It was a victory; but a hollow one. There was nothing here to celebrate. Ian Souress voice was distant in the silence; haunted and tired. Shikisha he reported quietly. Weve just received word from the Netilat. The Battles over sir. The last of 210

the Ryuchians have fallen back. Tashlet Overwells is asking if we need assistance. Clancy sank back in his chair and sighed. They were only a few minutes too late. Tell them whats happened, he said tiredly. And inform them were headed back to Nawlins Island at best possible speed and that we will rendezvous with them there. Quietly, Clancy looked around at his smashed bridge one last time, and then steeled himself for the task of pulling the ship back together. Take us home, Darah, he ordered quietly. Theres one last thing that we need to do

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CHAPTER EIGHT
SAVING GRACE RENSHI, RYUCHI. RYUCHI CAPITAL TERRITORY. PRESIDENTIAL RESIDENCE. TISHRYU 20TH, FY 2040
The whole fleet? asked Daijin Hamilton in utter disbelief. Grandmaster Shikisha Dan Naveha stood at ease in front of the Daijin s desk with a pair of senior military officers beside him a Kisha Grandmaster Shikisha, and Vice Master Tashlet respectively. Naveha looked impassive to the news, almost as if hed been expecting it, but the shock of the issue had hit Katzin Hamilton like an open-handed slap across the face. An entire taskforce of 4 carriers and nearly 2 dozen Molotoch class fast attack subMariners had been virtually decimated by the ESF Supercavitating Sea/Space Crafts, and to add insult to injury; the Havleting Gloarr a ship had had gone to great lengths to secure - had been destroyed. Everything that had been planned had fallen to pieces like the smoldering debris that was now his taskforce sitting at the bottom of the Phoenix Islands. Naveha nodded gravely. Tashlet Sitoruss failure to deliver the Vadavah to us was in some ways expected, Mister Daijin , but we couldnt have anticipated the arrival of the Netilat. Hamilton nodded slowly and sighed. He couldnt blame Naveha or his staff for what had happened, and while damaging to morale, this small defeat was certainly not the end of the world. He still outnumbered the ESF close to 6 to 1 in terms of man power, and almost 4 to 1 in terms of pure ship numbers. It was only a matter of time before the ESF 212

fell apart under this strain, but it annoyed him that it wouldnt be so straight forward as hed hoped. I think its time we took a more subtle approach. Naveha raised a curious eyebrow as the Daijin got up from his desk and walked to a filing cabinet which he opened, and found a folder that was labeled with two simple words; Rising Thunder. Mister Daijin said Naveha, shaking his head as he looked at the folder, The logistical and intelligence support required to pull of that operation would put us in a stalemate with the ESF for the next 6 months. Weve waited nearly 6 years, Grandmaster Shikisha, said Hamilton pointedly. Another 6 months is trivial. Use whatever resources you require but see that its done. I will accept nothing less than total victory over the ESF Navy, and not a single submarine or its crew is going to stand in my way again ESF Nawlins Point Naval Hospital, Nawlins, Nawlins Island. Tishryu 20th, FY 2040 Wing Shikisha Gabril Stranahan sat reading the Honolulu Times with the morning sun filtering in through the blinds behind him. It felt odd reading the headlines that day, which spelt; Ryuchi vs. Vadavah: ESF victory! The article paid special attention to the epic duel between Havleting Gloarr and the Vadavah, telling in great (and largely speculative) detail how the SSC outgunned and outnumbered had managed to hold back insurmountable odds long enough for the Netilat to arrive and save the day. Once again, the Shockwaves had been covered with media love as the paper boasted how the Pegasim squadron had taken the majority of enemy kills in the battle. Stranahan was sure that Wing Shikisha Corinn Roderick and her 213

Dark Angels pilots would be spewing when they read the story, and he couldnt say he overly blamed them. Lying in a hospital bed next to him, sound asleep, was Kisha Kamala Sabine. The Doctors had told him that her condition was stable, but that she would be in the bed for quite some time to come. Sabine had been lucky when shed ejected. The immense strain it had put on her had ruptured her abdominal wall, and for a time, the medical staff aboard the Netilat feared that she may even have sustained spinal injuries. While thankfully, it was revealed that this was not the case, he knew that his XO would be out of action for at least another 6 weeks. The battle around the Phoenix Islands was a victory, but it had come at a high price. Between the two SSCs, they had lost 24 pilots and 38 starsub fighters during the engagement. The majority of these were the old SF-2/A Haggarim. In addition, casualties on board both the Netilat and Vadavah made up an additional 400 returned and wounded; most of those were on the Vadavah. As for Kisha Sabine, rescue teams had pulled her battered cockpit module from the sea floor after it had sat there for nearly 10 hours. With life support systems failing, she was found in a bad way, suffering from severe hypothermia and oxygen deprivation. She was lucky to have made it out at all, and had it not been for the heroic search and rescue efforts of Shikisha Roderick and the VF-115 Dark Angels, she probably wouldnt have. Stranahan put down the newspaper as he realized a pair of eyes were looking at him from the bed. She was awake. Hey, he said quietly. You gave us quite a shock there. Sabine didnt move, but managed a hoarse whisper. Shikisha Where am I? Nawlins Point Naval Hospital, he replied with a smile. What? The Ryuchians 214

Stranahan chuckled, shaking his head. Its over. You ejected, remember? We pulled you out of the water nearly 24 hours ago. Youre lucky to be here, you know. Sabine lay back again and sighed, closing her eyes. I am so stupid she said whilst shaking her head. Hmm? That Siddara Guatama-ed Ryuchian, she said with a rasping laugh. If I ever see him again his ass is mine. The Wing Shikishas expression mixed amusement with the stern, reprimanding stare of a commanding officer. Yes, Jim gave me a full report on your little stunt he said with a low growl. She tried to hide a smile, unsuccessfully. Well it worked, didnt it? Yes he said hesitantly. But in the process, you destroyed a 90 million dollar piece of military equipment I know you have a very strong sense of Inakan tradition in you, and the ESF does love that multicultural stuff, but could you please leave the Kamikaze instincts in the year 1945? Sabine laughed lightly, despite the pain it caused her. Yes sir. Ive also revoked your flight clearance for the next six weeks while we convene an inquiry to decide what to do with you. Ill be in here for six weeks anyway. What exactly does that do for me? Thats exactly my point, said Stranahan with a wry smile. But you would have been off the flight rosters indefinitely had I not put in a good word with Shikisha Clancy. You did that for me? she asked with a far-toosweet smile. Youre an excellent Pilot, Kamala, confessed Stranahan. Which is the whole reason youre in this squadron to begin with. I would hope that with that 215

comes the ability to recognize when youve made a mistake. So promise me I wont regret this. You wont, sir, she said more seriously. Thank you. Right Stranahan got up from his chair, folding the newspaper he was holding in his hand in half. Well, Wing Shikisha Roderick lost a bet to me yesterday, so Im off to the Full Fathom Five to meet with her and collect on my debt. Sabine smiled; the thought of the well known Dark Angels-Shockwaves rivalry never failed to amuse her. Give the Wing Shikisha my best, she said. Oh I will, replied Stranahan, handing Sabine the folded newspaper. You might like to read this, by the way. She unfolded the paper and read the headline. She smiled, shaking her head. Well at least it might make a good story. Not sure how accurate they got it. Oh well, you know, said the older Wing Shikisha dismissively. Same old, same old. Anyway you need rest, he added as if he were a doctor giving a patient an order. Ill check in on you tomorrow. Take it easy, Ok? I will. Thank you, sir. With a quick smile and a nod, Stranahan turned on his heel and began walking to the door. He didnt get far however as he came to a stop, and looked at her with a frown. Oh By the way, Kisha Ive heard a rumor. Oh? Do you really keep a Katana in your cockpit? She laughed a little in reply, but didnt say a word. Her smile was mischievous, but betrayed nothing. Some things, she decided, were best kept secret. Ill see you tomorrow, sir.

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Tidewater Tower, Nawlins, Nawlins Island. Tishryu 20th, FY 2040 Things had been quiet as far as every day duties were concerned at the Tidewater Tower complex located on Nawlins Point. A Mariner Corporal passed the time by checking his rifle time and time again. It was a bright day in Nawlins Island, with the sun beating down and a light, cool breeze rustling through the palms that made up the well-kept gardens of the headquarters front entrance. The Mariner could think of a thousand things hed like to do on a day like this but guard duty for a bunch of bureaucrats and highranking military officers was not one of them. His black dress uniform only added to his troubles. Down the road, he noticed a trio of dark-blue Humvees approaching quickly, on their sides was the blue and gold crest of the ESF. He frowned as the vehicles came to a stop at the end of the path just down from the entrance, and a bunch of ESF security officers got out and begun walking up the path quickly. The Mariner frowned, stepping forward and holding up a hand. Sorry, Gentlemen I cant let you in here with those weapons. Youll have to relinquish your side arms. The security chief in charge of the mob looked less than pleased, and several of his subordinates held a hand over their weapons. The chief held up several papers abruptly; not wanting any discussion on the matter. The mariner read the forms, and raised his eyebrows in quiet shock. For whatever reason, these men had been given a level-one security pass that granted them access to literally anywhere in the headquarters building they wanted. Step aside, Corporal, he said sternly. If you dont, I can have you arrested for obstruction of justice. The Mariner, unaccustomed to such blatant threats seemed taken aback by all this, and he hesitantly stepped to the side, and nodded to his 2 217

compatriots on the other side of the way. Yes sir Let them through! As the Mariner waved an Ok to the checkpoint just inside the doors, the security chief nodded approvingly as he and his security team walked in to the building unhindered Kelimah Helsonn; retired ESF Fleet Master Tashlet and now-Hashem was in a state of damage control. The process of eliminating a long trail of breadcrumbs that went from Tashlet Sitorus through to him and about half a dozen other senior military officers was not an easy one. Right now, his best defence was plausible deniability, which thankfully; he had. He very much doubted the capability of one Shikisha Tegan Clancy of bringing the Hashem of the ESF up on charges of treason. Even he had the dirt; he simply didnt have the respect or position in the ESF to do anything with it, and his Tashlet would soon be serving out the rest of his days in a maximum security prison, totally unable to help. A set back? Perhaps. But Kelimah Hamilton had survived worse than this, and he would simply ride out the storm as he always had. Right then however, his thoughts were elsewhere as he dealt with the menial tasks of command. The computer monitor atop his desk showed the face of Master Tashlet David Sterling; the chief of ESF Special Operations in the Mizuno . Under most circumstances, Hamilton wouldnt deal with such people directly, but the state of war that had been declared meant that some changes were inevitable Master Tashlet Sterling Right now, we have about two and a half thousand special operations of various descriptions operating over the Mizuno . We have everything from intelligence officers who are collecting and analysing information on what the Chaodai eat for breakfast, all the way through to your own troops running espionage operations against the 218

Ryuchians on every front. Do you honestly expect to be able to maintain all these operations given our rather precariously stretched supply situation? Sterling was a man of over 35 years military experience, and while he knew how to run his department with exceptional skill and with an almost unrivalled knowledge of Special Operations, he was not a politician, and didnt know how to deal with things like national economies and defence budgets; the very things that kept his operations on the rails. Hashem, I accept that the current situation will call for a cut back in operational scale, but I sincerely believe that the proposed requisition restrictions you are putting on the SOC are going to see a very dramatic decline in operational success and the ability to supply those operations. Hamilton looked at Sterling apathetically. Master Tashlet , every year the ESF puts over 15 billion satsu in to your operations and that excludes the cost of associated Intelligence departments. I simply cannot rationalize that kind of spending given the current projected figures of war expenditure. We have to make sacrifices. Sacrifices I can understand, Hashem, tried Sterling, searching for a compromise. But you are talking about taking away half of my resources in the Marshalls alone. There must be some form of compromise we can meet, sir. Listen, David, said the Hashem with a more informal approach to the proceedings. I want you to know I am doing everything I can to support your argument with the Joint Masters, but the fleet is under immense pressure, and I simply cannot continue to play both sides. Sooner or later, Im going to have to pick a side of the fence, and stay there. Yes sir Hamilton shook his head apologetically, but silently grew tired of the argument. Thankfully, he thought, he wouldnt have to deal with it for much 219

longer as his secretary walked in with a look of concern covering her delicate features. Finally: a distraction. -Im sorry, Master Tashlet . I have something I must attend to. I will get back to you on this at a later time. Yes sir, repeated the Master Tashlet in defeat. Sterling: out. Hamilton sighed deeply and turned to look at his secretary. Yes, Vaddy? Is something wrong? Im sorry, Hashem, I tried to tell them you were busy but- She did get a chance to finish as a group of heavy-set security officers barged in to the office uninvited, and looking particularly ill-amused. What is the meaning of this? demanded the Hashem, rising to his feet angrily. Hashem Helsonn, said the officer in charge formally. Much to his concern, the other security officers held their hands low over their side-arms, as if waiting for a signal to draw. For violation of articles 1 and 2 of the ESF charter, and conspiracy to commit treason against Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force organization, and its member states, we are placing you under arrest. Hamilton blinked in stunned disbelief. This wasnt happening! At whose authority!? he said defiantly. The Attorney-Grandmaster Shikisha of the ESF. You will have to come with us, sir. Short of the melodrama involving jumping out his ninth-story window, Hamilton had no where to go. Quickly, two of the security officers approached him with handcuffs, but he would have no part of it and held up his hands. That will not be necessary. I have no need to run away from these ridiculous charges. I will submit myself to your custody willingly. The security chief exchanged a sceptical look with one of his compatriots, and shook his head. With all due respect sir, we think it is necessary. 220

And as quickly as it took to bind him in the restraints, the reign of retired Fleet Master Tashlet Kelimah Hamilton Hashem of the ESF came to an end Nawlins, Nawlins Island, Ethaiyam. Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force High Court. Tishryu 20th, FY 2040 Tashlet Connor Spiknard was going to be burnt at the stake; of that there could be very little doubt. The prosecution had rested, and Doug Profan had nothing left to use in his defence. It seemed utterly hopeless. The Judge, Master Tashlet Thomas Kei, was just about ready to declare the court adjourned for the Jury to make their decision. Shikisha Profan? said Kei; expectantly waiting for an answer from the defence attorney. Does defence counsel have any other witnesses or evidence to present? It was the second time Kei had asked the question, and Spiknard could only shake his head at Profan beside him. There was no point in procrastinating any further. The Prosecution had made the entire trial look like an open-and-shut case, and there was very little that could be solidly contested to reasonable doubt. Profan sighed, and shook his head. No your honor, he confessed. We do not. Very well, said Kei, sighing deeply. He too knew that things did not look good for Spiknard. Then this court stands recessed while the Jury- -The doors at the rear of the court almost seemed to burst open as a trio of officers ran down the aisle towards the fence that separated the stands from the prosecution and defence benches. Darah Damaris, Tegan Clancy and Kyle Cuyler all looked incredibly flustered, as if they had run ten miles to get there in time. Master Tashlet Kei looked at them in baffled 221

shock, wondering what could possibly have been going on, and why they had interrupted his court so abruptly. What is going on here? he demanded The Bailiff off to the side looked as if he were about to spear-tackle the intruders to the ground, but Kei held up a hand as if restraining the security officer on a leash. Clancy leaned over the fence, whispering something quietly to Shikisha Profan, and nodding reassuringly to the Tashlet beside him. Shikisha Profan!? repeated the Judge with rapidly growing agitation. The Defence attorneys face was suddenly a mix of pure shock, and ecstatic joy as he took a set of offered Papers from Tegan Clancy and turned around to face the judge. Your Honor Defence would like to present new evidence. In fact, we move for dismissal of the case. Master Tashlet Kei looked positively stoked by the comment, and didnt know what to say. Shikisha Birkita at the prosecution bench leaned over to look at Profan on the other side of the room. This ought to be good On what amazing grounds do you move for dismissal? Permission to approach the bench, your honor, countered Profan, ignoring Birkitas almost snide remark. By all means, Shikisha; please do. I think youd better explain yourself. Profan smiled at Spiknard, and then got out of his chair and moved across the floor with a bounce in his step that hadnt been seen since the trial began. Shikisha Birkita too, also approached the Master Tashlet . Master Tashlet Kei said Profan quietly and almost under his breath. I didnt want to say this aloud But the Hashem was just arrested for Treason. The Master Tashlet nearly dropped his gavel, and Birkitas jaw became slack. When? he asked. 10 minutes ago. The order came from straight from the attorney-generals office, and the has decided 222

to drop the charge of treason against the Tashlet because of it. May I see that? asked Birkita, pointing to the papers what Profan held. He shrugged, handing them to her helplessly. There was absolutely nothing to contest. Master Tashlet Kei looked up at the court; still dazed by the shock of the news hed just been given. In light of new evidence and circumstances brought to my attention by the Defense For reasons that I will not divulge, the charge of treason against Tashlet Spiknard was dropped 10 minutes ago by executive order of High Command. This court is recessed while I, and the Jury, make our respective decisions. Murmurs of uncertainty and confusion rose throughout the court as Journalists on every stand pulled out Personal Access Links and began having conversations with their producers and news services. Master Tashlet Kei brought down his gavel, confirming his order and then quickly leaving the court through the door behind the bench. The Bailiff didnt even get a chance to ask the court to rise before the Judge had disappeared. Commanders Birkita and Profan were left to stand alone in front of the Master Tashlet s bench, and the chief prosecutor looked at Profan with a raised eyebrow, nodding slowly. Well, I dont know where the flames that came from but congratulations, Doug. I think you just won the trial. Boy do we have a story for you, sir, Clancy said to Spiknard with a broad grin, offering a hand which the Tashlet took with a very accommodating and firm grip. I bet you do, said Spiknard as he looked at the row of stitches above Kyle Cuylers eyebrow. I dont know what to say, he continued, looking at the trio of officers who had just come to his rescue. Thank you. 223

You did all the work, sir, said Clancy with an assuring smile. We just took a leap of faith. I know, said Spiknard with an appreciative smile. You certainly know how to cut things fine. Clancy chuckled, looking at Damaris with a twinkle in his eye before returning his gaze to his Tashlet. Sorry we took so long in getting here sir, but Im sure well have plenty of time to discuss it. Vadavah is going to be in the Thor dry-docks for at least 2 or 3 weeks after- Spiknards face suddenly became very alarmed at the mention of the words Vadavah and Dry-dock in the same sentence. What? Tegan What have you done to my ship?! Cuyler repressed a grin, and had to turn away to hide his stifling laughter. Clancy bit his lip. Like I said, sir its a long story.

A gruelingly long 15 minutes later, the court was about to reconvene. The public galleries were once again packed with onlookers from the Navy, the Press, and many other branches of the ESF military. At the front row, just behind the defense bench were the Vadavahs senior staff. In front of them sat Connor Spiknard and Doug Profan, who waited with breathless anticipation. The door to the Judges chambers opened, and the Bailiff entered the room. All rise, he said. The court did so obediently, and Master Tashlet Thomas Kei entered the room and stepped up on to his bench behind the Dais which proudly bore the golden, stylized crest of Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force. You may be seated, he said as he set several papers out in front of him and then clasped his hands together. As most of you will now be duly aware, he begun slowly and with deliberation. Nearly half an hour ago, Kelimah Helsonns tenure as Hashem of the 224

ESF came to an end as he was arrested for the charge of conspiracy to commit treason. Fifteen minutes ago, Master Tashlet Jeff Gesher resigned his commission within the Navy - effective immediately - to take the oath of office of Hashem at the emergency recommendation of Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force Security Council. Many members of the press who were in the public galleries were frantically writing down everything they could. Cameras thankfully were not allowed in the court room. I spoke to Hashem Gesher a little over 10 minutes ago when he called my office in regards to the proceedings which have been undertaken in this courtroom. He informed me in detail of what has occurred over the past week that has led to these extraordinary events. The story which I cannot relate to this court for reasons of military secrecy was an incredible tale about the crew of one of the ESFs most controversial subMariners; the Vadavah SSC. In light of the evidence brought against Secretary Helsonn, and the Royal Navy have exonerated Tashlet Spiknard of any guilt in the charge and specification of treason, and with the support of Master Tashlet Gesher, recommended that he retain his command of the Vadavah. The crew of the Vadavah, sitting in the stands, smiled broadly as they whispered to each other. Spiknard and Doug Profan however did not flinch as they stood behind the bench, looking at the judge. This does not however answer the question of Dereliction of Duty, continued Kei seriously. And the charge and specification still stands. Kei looked aside at the jury of Tashlets and Master Tashletim with a brief pause. Tashlet Welton has the jury reached a decision? We have your honor, said Tashlet Charles Welton, standing up from his seat. 225

You may proceed with your verdict, said Kei as the Bailiff passed a small note between the Jury to his desk. Tashlet Welton nodded, putting on his glasses and a sheet of neatly-folded paper from his pocket. On the dismissed charge of treason against Ethaiyam Parish Starsea Force organization this jury finds Tashlet Spiknard not guilty. He paused, skipping ahead to the second point on the letter. On the charge and specification of Dereliction of Duty we decided that it was more than a simple question of right or wrong. They were a question of moral obligation to what the ESF stands for, and while we acknowledge the fact that Tashlet Spiknard did knowingly disobey direct orders to return to Nawlins, how can we condemn an action that was inspired by the decision to follow the basic, founding principles of the ESF charter? The simple answer is that we cant On the charge and specification of Dereliction of Duty, this Jury finds you not guilty, and recommends that you be returned to active duty and your post as Tashlet of the SSC Vadavah retained. Spiknard did not say a thing as he nodded curtly to the Jury, maintaining his almost stern composure with very quiet reservation. The same could not be said for the rest of the court however, as the decision was met with a standing ovation from both journalists and military officers alike; in particular, the senior staff of the Vadavah. Master Tashlet Kei simply shook his head over the noise with a quiet, inward smile. He would let them have their moment, and brought his gavel down one final time. This court is adjourned. After Kei had made the decision final, Spiknard finally allowed himself to relax, hanging his head exhaustedly with a sigh. Much to his surprise, even Shikisha Birkita was applauding. He was met with handshakes from various ESF officers as he walked down the aisle towards the doors; a free man, and 226

while he didnt realize it a public hero: a Rebel with a cause. Outside, a gathering of journalists and news broadcasters seemed to have given new meaning to the term Mass Media, and it was probably the largest gathering of news agencies that Doug Profan had ever seen at a trial. This time, however, he was more than happy to answer the questions that they were firing at him. Shikisha Profan! You must be very pleased with the outcome of this case. Do you have any thoughts on what this decision may lead to? The lawyer was nothing but smiles as he walked away from the court house with Spiknard following close behind. I could not be happier, he said pleasantly. It is once again a joy to see that Justice won and that Tashlet Spiknard will return to duty as Commanding Officer of the Vadavah. Do you have anything to say about the arrest of Secretary Helsonn? I cant say I do. Its not my job to pass judgement, I merely argue the evidence. The questions continued for quite some time, and he answered most of them as best as he could. But finally, he held up his hands tiredly. I appreciate that you all have questions, and I will answer them in due course But Tashlet Spiknard and I have a good deal of celebrating to do, he declared. So, please no more questions for today. Much to Profans surprise, the journalists obediently backed off, leaving him alone with Spiknard, and the rest of the Vadavahs senior staff. The Tashlet smiled as he extended his hand in gratitude. Doug, Ill be in town for a while. I think you and I do need to celebrate. Shikisha Doug Profan grinned as he took Spiknards offered hand warmly. I agree. How about tonight? I know of this great little restaurant on Waikiki, maybe- 227

Almost immediately, Damaris and Clancy looked at each other in shock, and cried out in unison. Tashlet, No! The Tashlet and his attorney blinked in shock at the very sudden and unexpected outcry. Spiknard didnt quite know what to say, and his XO realized this, and failed to hide a smug grin as he cleared his throat and looked back with a wink to Darah Damaris behind him Tashlet he said quietly Can I have a brief word?

The Kamehameha restaurant, Waikiki Beach, Nawlins Island, Ethaiyam. Tishryu 20th, FY 2040 Sunset had come to Waikiki, and Darah Damaris and Tegan Clancy finally found themselves alone outside. At the other end of the restaurant, Tashlet Spiknard and the rest of the senior staff were busy with their own celebrations, having quietly agreed to excuse their absence. Cheers and laughter were periodically heard from the other table, but it didnt bother the two officers, who for tonight at least, were nothing more than close friends. Tegan Clancy lifted a glass of champagne, looking at Darah hesitantly - who seemed to glow radiantly in the warmth of the sun behind her back. To friends, he said quietly. Damaris smiled shyly as she lifted her own glass. To friends. Sipping the pale, fruity liquid, Clancy paused to look out at the waves lapping on to the beach not far away and sighed You know. Im beginning to really regret one thing, he said distantly. Darah smiled as she leaned forward, and planted her elbows on the table. And whats that? 228

Clancy looked back and smiled. Not bringing a camera, he confessed. Weve spent too long at sea. Sometimes its easy to forget what were out theyre trying to defend; this. That doesnt mean we cant enjoy it, she reasoned quietly, looking back at the Tashlets party that was now beginning to build up steam. She held up a hand quickly as a waitress passed. Excuse me? Can you please tell us how much longer our meals will be? Probably about 10 to 10 minutes, replied the waitress with a smile. Is anything wrong? Not at all, replied Damaris happily. We were just going to take a quick walk. Certainly, said the Waitress, still smiling, before quickly attending to other things. Clancy shrugged and got up before offering his hand. Shall we? Absolutely. Standing up, they began to walk hand-in-hand across the sands of Waikiki. Standing at the waters edge, with the cool waves of the tide lapping at their feet, they simply stood, and watched as the sun went down over the western horizon. For the moment, at least, neither of them had a single trouble in the world. The ESF stood on a dangerous threshold, and they would soon be at the forefront of that uncertainty. Beneath the surface, they would defend their future, and the fate of an entire planet would be decided by those who were prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice, and ask nothing in return But not tonight. For now, at least the future could wait.

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