by Lightning Count

Disclaimer
Babylon 5 and all names and events associated with it do not belong to me and I
seek no profit from this story

Table of Contents
The Dilgar War ................................................................................................................... 3
Prologue .......................................................................................................................... 3
Chapter 1....................................................................................................................... 23
Chapter 2....................................................................................................................... 37
Chapter 3....................................................................................................................... 48
Chapter 4....................................................................................................................... 67
Chapter 5....................................................................................................................... 80
Chapter 6....................................................................................................................... 91
Chapter 7..................................................................................................................... 116
Chapter 8..................................................................................................................... 159
Chapter 9..................................................................................................................... 173
Chapter 10................................................................................................................... 195
Chapter 11................................................................................................................... 227
Chapter 12................................................................................................................... 242
Chapter 13................................................................................................................... 261
Chapter 14................................................................................................................... 285
Chapter 15................................................................................................................... 302
Chapter 16................................................................................................................... 331
Chapter 17................................................................................................................... 346
Chapter 18................................................................................................................... 358

Credits
Front page artwork by Mr. Fabio Passaro - www.meshweaver.com
Story by Lightning Count - http://www.fanfiction.net/u/901958/
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Notes
This story as been altered from its original form; spelling and grammar
had been corrected from English to American norms. (I.e. color instead
of colour, honor instead of honour, defense instead of defence, etc)

The Dilgar War

Prologue
Deathwalker
Steel slid apart from the doorway opening the way to the corridor
beyond. The broad figure stepped through to the snapped salutes of
guards which he acknowledged as honor demanded, then continued on
his way down between the grey walls and plain recycled air.
On his journey he had time to reflect on the nature of life and duty,
and he came to a simple conclusion; war was the natural state of the
galaxy. At one time or another someone somewhere was trying to kill
someone else. It was the way of things, the violence of life and the
one constant across any civilization, the need to kill others. He found it
comforting that he was not alone in his wish to annihilate his enemies.
While small wars were constant sometimes there would be a war of
huge proportions, one which affected everyone and changed the very
nature of the galaxy and its civilizations, two weeks ago one such war
had started and today this great warrior would learn the secrets of
victory. He stepped through another door into a chamber and was
greeted by two more guards.
I have come to speak with the prisoner. He intoned with sharp and
precise tones.
Sir, we were not informed of your arrival. The leading guard says.
The prisoner may only be seen if
I have no need to explain myself to lower ranked warriors. He
interrupted with a sneer. Open the door, then switch off all
monitoring equipment and leave.
The guards looked at each other and shared an awkward moment of
indecision, but then with a quick nod and salute decided the orders
were clear and legitimate and deactivated the security systems and
headed for the door.
When should we return sir? the leader asked before finally departing.
I shall call upon you, until then I am not to be disturbed.

With a last nod of acknowledgement the guards left, and the officer
was sealed alone in the chamber, his gaze fixed on the strong door
ahead. Bizarrely the air seemed to grow colder, if he concentrated he
could swear he saw his exhaled breath mist before his eyes for a brief
moment, but with a snort dismissed such irrelevancies, he was here
with a mission and the goal of which sat beyond the door. With quick
deliberate strides he stepped up to the portal and opened it.
Do the Minbari not knock anymore? a female voice said from within
the room in perfect warrior caste dialect.
I do not need to announce myself to anyone. The strongly build
warrior stated. You have stayed at our expense for a long time, now
you will give something back.
I see the legendary hospitality of the warrior caste is as vibrant as
ever. The female said. You want to know about humans.
The warrior shifted his stance. How did you know that? he growled.
I have my means. She purred. The humans have attacked you,
killed the great leader Dukhat, and now you are at war.
The woman stepped out into the open, her quarters were spacious
extending for seven separate rooms in this secret facility hidden
amongst the outer colonies of Minbar. She occupied a blurry twilight
between being considered a guest and a prisoner, while not restricted
by her hosts she could never show her face in public ever again and as
such remained in her quarters under guard.
Alyt Neroon, I thought I recognized the voice. She smiled, it did not
look in the least warm.
You fought the humans before, and I want to know your insights.
Neroon said calmly.
I was under the impression that the warrior caste was dismissive of
humans, that Victory was merely two or three months away? she
continued to smile at Neroon.
They are unimpressive. Neroon agreed. Their ships are slow, they
cannot hit us even up close and our weapons cleave their ships like a
sword cuts water.

How very grand for you. The woman said with amusement. She took
a bottle from a low table and poured herself a drink, the whiff of
alcohol coming from the concoction revolted Neroon, deep down he
felt it was supposed to, that she was mocking him.
Let me tell you a secret, she said as she sprawled on a long couch.
This war will last longer than three months, the humans are unlike
any enemy you have fought before, even in the face of hopelessness
they will not give up. Come, she gestured at a chair, sit.
Neroon moved slowly to the chair, taking in the room around him as
he settled down. It was plain, the same colour as the hallways out side
with little in the way of decoration or personality. Books, scrolls and
data crystals were stacked or gathered liberally throughout the
quarters and wall mounted display screens were surrounded by hand
written notes, the scribblings of the occupant. The only thing which
really drew his attention was a picture hanging on the wall opposite
the display screens, an orbital image of a green and blue planet. The
woman noticed his gaze.
Omelos. She named the world wistfully. My home, long since gone
but still close to my heart.
You have a heart? Neroon said coldly.
She shot him a hard stare. Do not insult me warrior. She snarled. I
loved my world and my people, that love was so great it outweighed
all other concerns, even genocide was nothing next to ensuring my
people survived! When your back is to the wall you fight with any
means at your disposal, as you will see when you press the humans.
We will burn there worlds and annihilate their fleets. Neroon gave a
predators stare to the woman. When we are done the name Human
will be known only to scholars of history.
Like the name Dilgar? she asked. With a sigh she took a sip of the
drink, leaving the room in silence until she lowered the glass and
regarded the warrior again If you are so confident of victory why are
you here?
I am a true warrior. Neroon said. And a true warrior knows his
enemy, whoever that may be. We have some intelligence from the
Centauri, if that is not a contradiction in terms, but in my experience
to truly know an opponent one must fight them.

So this is why you are here? I was right. She grinned. The great
hope of the Star riders clan wants my help. She snickered.
Great hope? Neroon frowned. What are you talking about?
I know ambition when I see it. She replied. You wish to learn
human tactics and strategies from me, then deliver great victories with
that knowledge, to increase your glory and prestige in the warrior
caste and rise up through the ranks. She leaned back and giggled a
little. Setai Neroon does have quite a ring to it.
I want to know how they fight. He ignored her last comments. I
want to know how they defeated your people with inferior weapons,
the tactics they used and the vigor with which they fought.
All of that is irrelevant. She said bluntly. How they fight is not
nearly as important as why they fight. They did not beat us though
superior weapons or tactics, although they exhibited great cunning,
they were effective fighters because they were fighting for a noble
cause.
What cause was that?
To defeat evil. She answered. to stop the genocide and save the
league, to drive back the Dilgar and end our murderous ways. She
scoffed and took another drink. And now they fight for their own
survival. They will make you bleed.
If I wanted your opinion I would give it to you. Neroon snapped.
What I want are facts. I do not know exactly what arrangement you
have with the clan elders which keeps you here, but I can have you on
a ship for league space in half an hour if you do not cooperate.
Such fragile pride. She sighed. I will help you with your quest for
power Alyt Neroon, and I ask you to remember my help because there
is a price, a favor for the future. She smiled widely. Besides, its been
a while since I told my story to another, I rather look forward to it.
Neroon remained in his chair, it seemed he would have to endure her
posing and hot air to get the information he needed, it was however a
small sacrifice. Very well, where shall we start?

Right at the beginning. She answered. You want to know how the
humans won the Dilgar war, then you must understand everything
about that time. Can I offer you a drink?
He sneered at the offer, to which she smiled mischievously.
Replacing the glass Jhadur, Deathwalker, last survivor of the Dilgar
race began to weave her tale
It all really started twenty five years ago on Omelos, everything was
different then, even me
Omelos, homeworld of the Dilgar Imperium.
Jhadur examined the small furry creatures, they looked most
unremarkable to her but the Vree trader said they were among the
most resilient and adaptive creatures in the galaxy. She regarded
them running around the glass case and was decidedly unimpressed,
but ultimately the tests would show the truth, and these rats as the
trader called them would prove an unusual new subject.
She switched on the monitoring equipment, the Omelos academy of
sciences was extremely well provided for and as the academys best
student of Xenobiology Jhadur had free reign to use whatever
resources she needed. As the screens blinked into life she went to the
dryo freezer and remover her latest serum, a new formula designed to
reduce the effects of ageing on her people. It was something she had
always desired ever since she had been a tiny girl watching her mother
slip away to a genetic disease which sped up the ageing process. For
five years the young Jhadur had watched this ghastly spectacle while
the doctors dithered and complained but ultimately proved powerless
to halt the inevitable. It was by her mothers tomb that she had
resolved to find the formula to prevent old age claiming any more of
her family, and from that day on she and her brother had dedicated
themselves to the study of science and the need to serve the Dilgar
race.
She observed the yellowish liquid in the tube for a moment, it had
taken four months to produce this amount from hundreds of different
plant species, she couldnt help but wonder if she would be personally
responsible for elevating the Dilgar race to virtual immortality, was it
her destiny to defeat death? A brief smile flickered on her lips, she
would never know if she just stood here and daydreamed, so with

precise actions she took the tube, placed it in the delivery receptacle,
and emptied its contents into the glass case containing the rats.
For moments there was no reaction the creatures merely wrinkled
their noses at the new smell and continued scuffling. She broke a
smile, if the product wasnt toxic it appeared that the first hurdle to
research was complete and she could advertise for Dilgar subjects to
test upon. Then it all went wrong. The small creatures began
squeaking loudly and running frantically around their glass prison,
faster and faster until they fell to the floor breathing erratically.
Jhadur frowned in distaste and looked at the biosensors readings, it
revealed the serum had caused massive brain seizures in the tiny
rodents, and one by one they expired.
She cursed to herself, then made a full report on her findings ending
with the acknowledgement that it needed work. She then sent a
message to the biohazard team to come and remove the experiment
at their earliest opportunity and went back to studying what had gone
wrong. She didnt have long to deliberate, with a sharp bang her door
flew open to reveal Shadur, her brother and fellow scientist stumbling
into the room scanning around for her.
Jhadur! he shouted. Sister!
Over here. She raised her hand above the clutter of scientific
equipment. I had just finished something, our dinner meeting isnt for
another half hour.
Sister, you must look at this! he waved a piece of thin plastic over
his head, the sort which is used by the academys multiple computers
to print out data. Please tell me I am losing my wits!
She took the offered piece of paper from her twin, they were the
closest of siblings and had been since their day of birth. Through
childhood they were inseparable, both the bane of their teachers with
their trouble making and the schools prize pupils after excelling in the
sciences, for Jhadur it was biology and Shadur it had been
astronomy, always with his head in the stars their mother had said
with a smile.
She reviewed the data, recognizing it as astronomical data relating to
their sun, some of the figures seemed unusually high. What is this?

An analysis I was conducting of our sun, there had been reports of

oddly colored sunsets in the news and I was wondering why, I thought
it might be solar flare activity, or perhaps magnetic disturbances, but
those figures show something very different. He said breathlessly
having run across the complex in less than a minute, the print was still
warm.
The magnetic field. She spotted the particular source of the problem.
Its unbalanced.
More than that, its become static, it isnt allowing radiation and
particles to pass through at a normal rate, thats what caused the
spectral anomalies. Shadur pointed to some figures. Its acting like a
giant trap of gas and radiation.
How can these be? she shook her heard. This is completely unheard
of!
I know, but I checked the figures eight times, somehow our sun is
undergoing a change, but that hasnt the worst. He produced a data
crystal and jammed it into a wall monitor. This is a simulation based
on the figures, it shows how this change in the magnetic field affects
the sun in the long term.
As Jhadur watched she noticed the sun growing brighter around its
equator, the scrolling text indicated this was the continued build up of
superheated gasses. Then with sudden fury the gasses grew to such a
level that they burst free in a titanic explosion which the text refused
to quantify. But even without hard data she could see it was almost
like a miniature supernova and the effects on Omelos would be
catastrophic.
By the gods mercy. She breathed. How long until this happens?
About fifteen years. Her brother replied.
Fifteen Years! she shrieked. Fifteen centuries would be too short a
time! But Fifteen years!
I know, but thats what it is! he said desperately. We have fifteen
years before all life in this entire system is eradicated!
She collapsed in the chair totally aghast, all her work at trying to save
lives and prolong now didnt mean a damn. In a cruel twist of galactic

fate her people were going to be snuffed out within the absurdly short
time of less than a generation. It was too much to accept or believe.
We must take this to the science council at once. She whispered,
unable to speak louder through shock.
Ive sent a message demanding an emergency meeting, Shadur
said. Please sister, come with me, you know I am hopeless at
presentations.
Yes, of course I will be there. She grabbed his arm firmly. Youre
sure you took the right measurements?
Of course Im sure! he said with a slight wail, sometimes she forgot
how young they both still were, the news had seemingly aged her
decades in an instant.
I did not mean offence. She comforted, But this is the greatest and
most life changing discovery ever, our entire races future depends on
how we react to this news. It must be accurate, it must be right.
It is sister, it is. Gods help us it truly is.
Then summon your courage brother, we must make them see what
the future holds for us all, we are the last generation of Dilgar to live
here on Omelos, just consider that for a moment. All our history and
ancestry, all the millennia of life and civilization, all of it will disappear
but it does not mean the Dilgar race will. A lot can happen in fifteen
years if we prepare, perhaps we can reverse this, or at least move
away to our colonies.
But what can we do in just a decade and a half?
Jhadur fixed him with a confident stare.
We can do whatever it takes to ensure our legacy, and our people,
survive.
She took the data crystal and placed it in her lab coat. Come on, lets
find the science council, every second now is too precious to waste.
Without even changing out of her lab clothes Jhadur led the way out
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sciences, in her pocket lay the future destiny of the Dilgar race and the
galaxy surrounding it.
The council of scientists were in name and qualifications both a highly
distinguished group, they represented the peak achievements of
cutting edge science across the Imperium, and were the peers of the
scientific academy, Jhadurs superiors for want of a better term. They
had assembled in their meeting halls, fifty of them in a high tier of
seats circled several feet above the small open floor used for giving
presentations to the council and the academy. That space was
currently occupied by both Jhadur and Shadur, whom now activated
the holographic imager and presented his data. The presentation was
short but concise, and not once did the council interrupt. When it was
over silence hung for three whole minutes until the young Dilgar could
not stand it any longer.
So what will you do? Shadur demanded, a flagrant breach of the
strict protocol governing council presentations where only the high
scientists asked questions.
This data you have provided. A deep voice said. It is impossible.
Shadur let his mouth hang open in disbelief for a moment. I assure
you the data is completely accurate.
It is not, such stellar activity is completely against all known laws of
physics, you are obviously wrong.
Fine, check for yourselves! he almost shouted back he was so
frustrated and angry.
We do not have the resources for a fools errand. The council leader
stated bluntly.
The fate of the entire world is in the making here! he yelled at the
top of his lungs. You cant just turn your back on that!
Jhadur stepped in, calming her brother. Then she turned to the
council.
You are fools if you dismiss my brothers research based purely on his
age, he has never been wrong before and this data is accurate.

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And when did you receive your accolades in Astrophysics Madame

Jhadur? the council leader mocked. As I understand it your aim is to
find the miraculous recipe for immortality. There were a few scoffs
and chuckles. It is only your work in other fields of medicine which
allows us to tolerate your dalliances, attaching yourself to such
preposterous claims as these here might force us to reconsider your
tenure.
Do not try and silence us with threats. She snapped this is real and
it will not go away just because you all dismiss it!
It is not the only thing we are dismissing. The leader said. Get out
of here, I want a full summary of you other works by tomorrow so we
can decide whether or not you are worth keeping here at the academy
without these frivolous doomsday fantasies!
It is not fantasy! Jhadur underlined. Fifteen years from now our
world dies, now we have time to do something about it but only if we
act immediately!
We are acting immediately. The council leader replied. And our
action is to evict you from our academy, this is an institution for
serious science, now get out before I have you forcibly removed!
Jhadur gave him a venomous stare, she was apoplectic with rage at
the haughty attitude of the science council. They were so arrogant, so
set in their own beliefs of how the universe worked they refused to
even consider the possibility that something may be wrong in thei
perfect little view of physics.
So be it. She snarled. You can burn with our world, and as the
radiation sears the flesh from your bones you can die with the
exquisite knowledge that it was all your fault. She took the data
crystal and stormed out of the chamber, her brother rapidly running
up beside her.
The fools! she yelled, drawing a number of glances from passers by
in the halls of the science building. The triple damned fools! They will
burn in hell for this, all of them!
Sister, please! Shadur steered her into a corner, he had never once
seen her grow so angry, even in the trying times after their mothers
death she had never once lost her temper, she had remained as calm

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and cool as any scientist could hope to be, an emotionless statue that
resembled his sister. There is another way, there must be.
Like what? she spat, staring viciously at her last blood relative,
Without the support of the science council we have no credibility, we
will be laughed out of every meeting! We will be discredited and even
imprisoned for fraudulent claims and spreading panic! Our people will
die and there is nothing we can do! she was almost screaming in
desperation, it seemed that the future of her race was grasped in her
hands but nobody cared, nobody would make even the tiniest effort to
save themselves, their families, to save the whole species. They just
didnt care, and they would die for it. It was unbearable.
We must go to the media, we must force them to accept it! Shadur
said. If we tell enough people they must he tailed off as he noticed
a rather large man striding up beside them, he wore the shaded blue
of the Dilgar navy and held himself with a rigid and disciplined stance,
a sign that the uniform had been well earned. He stood beside them,
receiving a harsh look from Jhadur.
What do you want? she snarled. Come to arrest us for breeching the
peace?
I was in the council room, I heard your speech. He said by way of
reply.
Ahh, I see. And now you want to ensure our silence. She laughed.
Youll have to kill us first, and right now I have no fear of death, we
will all burn soon anyway, so kill me. Make me a martyr to the
Imperium. She stretched her arms out wide. Death is on its way,
why should I wait for it?
the officer did not change his dour expression. Im not here to kill
you, we need to talk. Quietly. He looked around, Jhadurs loud
outburst had drawn a lot of attention from the students and interns
who frequented the academy. I represent the Admiralty, and any
threat to the Dilgar, however spurious, requires investigation. He
stepped aside and pointed to the door way. So, lets walk, unless you
want to be ignored and ridiculed?
Jhadur immediately quietened, she regarded the officer with a clinical
eye, looking in his face for signs of the truth, whether their walk would
mean the government would listen or whether it would end with her
brother and herself turning up in a river dead. The officer returned her

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gaze unflinchingly, not betraying a single inkling of his intentions, his

face was as hard and unmoving as stone.
Shdur moved first, with a quick raising of an eyebrow to his sister
encouraging her to come along he headed for the door. She gave
another close look to the officer, and saw a hint of a smile on his face.
I think youll agree Madame Jhadur, that we have np time to waste,
Omelos cannot afford it.
With that final statement Jhadur knew she was out of options, here at
least was an official who would listen, even if he was to silence them
when he had heard their story word of it at least would reach his
superiors. She nodded in acquiescence, then followed her brother out
of the building.
The treacherous sun gently warmed the area of greenery outside the
Academy, it was a beautiful sight, peaceful and tranquil to no doubt
encourage the various scientists working nearby to greater
achievements. A gurgling brook ran parallel to the old pale buildings
containing the various labs, with a few tall trees dotting the lush fields
and bright gatherings of flowering plants in the late morning
brightness.
The three of them walked along the banks of the brook, its totally clear
waters dancing like liquid crystal with speckles of bright light glaring
on the surface. The light of the sun, Jhadur noted absently, the same
light which was going to touch these waters in truth someday fifteen
years from now. Her stomach was completely empty feeling, like there
was a hole in the centre of her body expanded by this terrible
knowledge nobody else seemed to want. She must have looked paler
than usual because other academics that strolled by gave her lingering
stares, not that it mattered. Her fiery anger was lost now to
inevitability, a deep sadness as she took in the beauty around her and
recognized it was all lost.
Lets take a seat here. The officer gestured at some low rocks
beneath a vast and ancient tree, one that had seen centuries of
growth, so long lived but with so little time left. Every thought she had
ultimately came back down to this concept that they were living on
borrowed time, a whole race whose time was out.
They settled down in the shade, looking out across the waters to
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some wide eyed girls from the academies ranks. The military held a
special place in Dilgar society, they were almost universally respected,
even revered, and it was never hard for an officer to get a date with
some nave young student or professional.
My name is Commander Lenchar, their companion said. Im sorry
for not introducing myself earlier but it was important we went
somewhere out of the way before continuing our discussion.
Jhadur continued to watch the party over the brook, two of the
officers had found branches and were having a mock sword fight to the
apparent delight of the rest of the group. None of them were older
than she was, yet she didnt have that sort of playful joy within her,
even before todays shocking news she would not have sat and giggled
as two military officers fooled around, it just wasnt who she was.
Do you believe our evidence? Shadur asked plainly, he had a way of
going straight for the jugular, something she had admired and tried to
emulate.
More than that, I know its true. Lenchar said. I work for Naval
intelligence, weve known about the anomalies in our sun for some
time now.
Jhadur moved fast, grabbing her brother before he had the chance to
jump up in rage. Sit! She hissed firmly. Let him speak.
We know. He repeated. We expected sooner or later someone
outside the official astronomical observatories the government
operates would find out, but frankly we thought it would be years yet.
Im very impressed.
Impressed! Shadur riled. You knew the world was ending and you
did not speak up to the Science council!
They are a civilian body and do not need to know, let them carry
forward in their beliefs and ignorance. Lenchar scoffed.
An ignorance which cost us our livelihoods! Shadur growled.
Something you could have prevented.
The government will be happy to offer you a new opportunity, we
have a wide range of scientific facilities dealing with astronomy and
biology, large enough to keep you both productively employed.

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Military science? Shadur almost laughed. Mapping hyperspace to

create more invasion routes? Using my sisters gifts to create biological
weapons? This is your offer?
It is. The officer said stonily. We will give you as much freedom and
resources as you need, I know you both have your own personal
projects, he glanced at Jhadur who met his gaze head on. He knew
about her tests for an anti ageing serum and was offering her nearly
unlimited resources to continue her research. I guarantee you that
you may continue them, as well as working for us in certain fields.
And you want us to keep silent. She said. If you knew and have told
no one, and if you have been monitoring the academy you clearly do
not want the people to know.
Exactly. He said. Your work will be secret, known only to the highest
echelons of the military and government, you will not speak of it to
anyone, you will not associate outside of your new facility, you will
obey military regulations, and in return you can do whatever research
you like, and more importantly you can play your part in saving our
people.
But we cant tell them? Shadur asked again. Why not? They have a
right to know whats coming and prepare for it!
The intelligence officer did not answer straight away, instead he
followed Jhadurs gaze to the opposite bank and the party there.
Suppose you went over there and told those people that the world
was ending and they believed you, what would happen? he asked.
I guess theyd try and leave the planet, after going home and picking
up their possessions. Shadur answered.
And go where?
One of the colonies.
Would they show up to work the following day then?
Well no, of course not. Shadur frowned. Theyd start a new life
somewhere safe.

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Sounds ok doesnt it? Lenchar nodded. But times that by Eight

Billion and what happens? What happens when everyone on the planet
tries to flee, when the spaceports turn into riot scenes and when you
could be murdered for your place on a ship offworld?
Yes, but with fifteen years you could get some sort of order to the
evacuation.
Irrelevant, since when did panic and mass hysteria listen to logic?
the officer pointed out. And if everyone runs what happens to the
economy? You wouldnt need to wait fifteen years for Dilgar civilization
to die, itd be over in fifteen minutes.
Thats a very pessimistic view. Jhadur observed.
But none the less true. Lenchar remarked. The information you
have poses a more immediate danger to our civilization that that does
up there. He pointed to the sun. Which is why it is imperative to
keep it secret.
And what about them? Shadur raised his chin at the party. What
happens to them?
When the time is right we evacuate, but only when the time is right.
We need to make preparation both physically and mentally, the
exodus of an entire planet is no easy task.
Perhaps we can ask the Centuari for help? Shadur suggested. We
have good relations with them.
Good relations? the officer smiled. The Centauri use us and we use
them, if they cant get anything out of us they wont help. If word gets
out were evacuating our businesses on the galactic stock exchanges
will plummet, our economy collapses and were dead. The alien races
will circle us like vultures, buying up our failing businesses and our
technology before its too late, and anything they cant buy they will
take by force. He spat out the last few words. If we show weakness
and ask for help we will be turned upon and destroyed.
Maybe. Shadur agreed. The aliens have long coveted our advanced
weapons and our resources, our colonies will be tempting targets once
we cannot defend them, and with those gone there is no escape for
our people.

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Youve been watching too much propaganda. Jhadur reprimanded.

We are not under constant alien threat, the government just wants
you to think we are.
Would you like to know why? Lenchar said. Because sooner or later
our needs will conflict with those of our neighbours, specifically the
League worlds. We need our people to hate them and be fearful of
them so that when the time comes there will be no opposition to the
action we must take.
What action? questioned Shadur.
Our colonies. Jhadur answered first. They arent big enough are
they?
No, even if we split the population evenly with two billion on each
world, even with fifteen years we couldnt develop that sort of
infrastructure. Two thirds would starve to death within a few weeks,
maybe all of them if fighting for the limited food breaks out. The
military representative confirmed.
Oh gods. Shadur collapsed back. Its over, how many could we
save?
It isnt over yet, the government has not been idle, we have a way to
save all our people. Lenchar said confidently.
By moving them to planets that can already support those numbers,
with an infrastructure of that magnitude in place. Jhadur nodded.
Where? asked her brother.
The Narn? she thought out loud. No, no. The League of Non aligned
worlds.
Exactly, you are as smart as they said. The officer grinned.
I thought we werent asking aliens for help? Shadur wrinkled his
nose in disgust.
Were not asking anything. The military man stated. We need
developed worlds for or people to settle on, so we will take them.
Were going to invade the league and occupy their planets for
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Shadur said nothing. This was a day of being left speechless by

events. Jhadur however had always worked through things faster.
I doubt theyll let you land on their worlds. She said.
Weve already begun a military build up, in eight to ten years well
have enough ships to overwhelm any opposition, but we predict speed
will be key in this offensive, we will need to remove populations from
planets quickly to give our people time to colonize without fighting.
She didnt an explanation as to what clearing a planet meant in this
context. In the casual sunlight beneath the shade of a tree they were
discussing genocide on an untold scale. It seemed so bizarre if shed
have looked at it objectively she may have laughed, or even cried. She
hadnt shed tears in a long time, and she had resolved never to do so
again.
You have methods for this? she asked.
We have ideas, hopefully something you can help with. Lenchar
said. Between your other research. It is for the good of your people,
always remember that.
Shadur finally found his voice again. So thats it? The plan is to
conquer our neighbors and seize their planets for ourselves?
Its the only way to save our people in such a short time. The man
answered. We have no other options, we must do this or our race
dies. I would like to enlist your help, we could use your skills in the
coming events, join us.
And if not? Shadur quizzed.
Then nothing. We proceed as planned and nobody will believe you
and your doomsday stories. You will be homeless, unemployable and
ultimately powerless. He shrugged. This isnt a threat, we dont want
you to suffer, but were offering help to you, and a chance for you to
help your people, isnt that the whole point of you being here, to
better our race?
It was. Jhadur had always wanted the Dilgar to achieve a place of
greatness at the head of the galactic community. All her work had
been aimed at making her people the best, even her childhood dream
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serve the Dilgar people, not for her own personal glory. Now that need
of her people was greater than ever, and she could have a role in
helping them if she wished it, she just had to say yes.
My vehicle is waiting. Lenchar stood and looked to an expensive
black transport truck waiting at the edge of the academy grounds. If
you accept my offer, come with me and well begin immediately. If not
then I wish you well.
He began to walk away, once more entering the sunlight, even such an
accepted thing taken purely for granted would someday never happen
again.
Well? Shadur asked as the intelligence officer left. Do we trust
him?
We only have one choice. His sister said. Either we go with him or
we fail ourselves. Hes given us a chance to make a difference, to do a
greater service to our people than we could have dreamed. Do you see
what we have now? Hope.
Hope, what hope, we have to defeat a dozen separate alien empires
first! How can we do that?
We are Dilgar. She said proudly. War is our nature, we will win in
the end, but the quicker the better, we can do that, you can chart new
hyperspace routes to move our fleets quickly into battle.
And you sister, what about your contribution? he said with a hint of
accusation. He was talking about mass murder, genocide. Could you
do that?
Yes. She said without hesitation or emotion. If thats the price of
keeping our race alive then I will personally kill every other sentient in
the galaxy. She regarded her brother with a cold stare. You know
what is at stake, you know what we are risking. Whatever happens we
must work for the survival of our people in their hour of need.
History will call us demons.
No it wont, Jhadur smiled. Because history is written by the
victors, and we will be the victors brother, and when we are done and
our people safe, there wont be anyone left to contradict us.

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She looked at the party over the brook again, the young officers were
done with their mock fight and had started eating with their adoring
companions. She wondered absently if those soldiers would survive
the coming war, if they would earn glory or run like cowards. Would
they have children before then with these girls they were with, and
would they also be expected to fight in the most desperate times?
Either way they faced death, in war at least they had a chance of
survival, but to simply sit peacefully and wait for the inevitable would
doom them all.
She stood and began walking to the vehicle, her mind totally made up
and her resolve iron. She smiled inwardly as her brother sighed and
jogged to catch up, once more they were inseparable. She paused at
the door to the truck, looking down at the green grass surrounding her
shoes, looking as it slowly unbent after being stepped on and scenting
the aroma of the freshly cut lawns outside the academy in the sun
kissed morning. It was something worth fighting for, worth dying for,
even worth being damned for. She got in the vehicle and settled back,
the old Jhadur and the life she had led was gone, left out in the hazy
sun to be revisited only in dreams. She came to terms with her new
life, it was going to take a long time to fully accept what she was to
become, but accept it she would.
She did not protest or resist as the door slammed closed, the
deafening sound echoed in the confines of the passenger compartment
and the dark windows murdered the sunlight streaming in, the last
rays being cut off as the door sealed shut and the darkness swept
forward to engulf Jhadur in the blackness and the cold.
Deathwalker smiled at Neroon, who seemed more impassive than
usual. She put the glass down and fixed his gaze.
It was the defining day of my race, and only a handful of us knew
about it. She remarked. You imagine it would be earthshaking, that
the whole world just stops and looks up in awe at the approach of
destiny, but it didnt life for the Dilgar went on much as it always had,
or at least thats how it seemed. In fact the government had by then
grown into a puppet of the Warmasters, they fed the people doses of
propaganda to prepare them for war, they encouraged Xenophobia
and feelings of nationalism turning the young people of the planet into
perfectly tuned warriors, and then they recruited them in mass
conscriptions which were of course warmly welcomed by the
indoctrinated people. She smiled and nodded. It was a masterful
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had a massive fleet and a huge highly trained and well motivated
military who hated anyone who was not Dilgar, the seeds had been
sown, and all we had to do was reap the harvest.
Yes, how very pleasant for you. Neroon said with a bored tone. So
how did the humans stop you?
Have you not heard me? she snapped. To beat the humans you
must understand why they fight, its deeper than just listing how each
battle went! You want to know then shut up and pay attention.
Neroon looked like he was ready to strangle her, but it passed and his
impassive stare returned. Jhadur knew she was safe, the elders of the
Star Riders clan thought they could gain something from her so she
was left alone and unharmed, indeed she was happy to share some of
her lesser works with them, simple bio weapons and cybernetics for
massive deployment against civilian populations, but her lifes work
was still only hers, and her plans for it and the final vengeance of the
Dilgar were still held close to her chest, even the Minbari didnt know.
Still, this ambitious warrior was a keen distraction, and while he
feigned disinterest he was in fact paying careful attention, she smiled
to know she still had some ability to hold power over another, even if
only in a small way.
So, now you know how it all started, lets move a decade forward and
see exactly what happened next.
And that was?
She smiled. The start of Armageddon.

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Chapter 1
Balos, Independent Star System
August, 2229.
She knew there were one or two members of the General staff who
had come to respect the Balosians, that they looked upon the rather
simple people standing up to them as courageous and stalwart
warriors. Jhadur smiled at the concept, the Balosians were idiots, and
her smile became a wide grin as a Balosian cruiser blazed brightly for
a few moments as the searing heat of its reactor consumed the whole
vessel in white light before fading to black embers.
The scene above the rather barren world was one of slaughter, dozens
of warships hung dead and empty, hollowed out of life by the sudden
attack which had swept into Balosian space mere hours before. It had
been a lightning strike by all definitions of the word, an exercise in
speed and impact which the Dilgar navy were rapidly becoming
masters of, the surprise attack catching the defenders of Balos
unprepared and out of position allowing the forces of the Dilgar to
treat them as little more than target practice. Already a sizeable
portion of the fleet had abandoned battle and was gathering nearby
asteroids to be used as ammunition for mass drivers, with delicious
irony they would be using their own natural resources to bombard
Balosian civilization into the stoneage.
A tactical nuclear missile fired from the Dilgar lines obliterated an
entire squadron of Balosian interceptors, and before the light even
dimmed two more warships had been holed by plasma bolts from an
Oclavita class destroyer from the Dilgar battleline. Jhadur continued to
watch the battle with a hint of amusement, didnt the Balosians ever
learn? They were woefully out numbered and outgunned, their
technology primitive and their single world a rather pointless and
barren place. For them to fight on was totally pointless, they had no
hope of victory and yet they still attacked, they still tried to harm the
Dilgar battleline and to a man they were cut down. To repeat the exact
same action in the exact same circumstances and expect a different
result was the definition of madness, she concluded the Balosians were
simply stupid, and in fact had no right to have survived this long as a
species, shed be doing the galaxy a favor by removing them.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Warmaster Lenchar, the same
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Dilgar society. They stood together in silence for a few moments by

the viewport watching the distant battle slowly fade in intensity as the
last defenders were removed from orbit and peace returned.
A most satisfying test. He said proudly. Our forces are operating at
their peak, command and communications systems are flawless, our
training is unmatched, the fire of our determination all consuming. At
last we are ready.
Jhadur closed her eyes and breathed deeply. So this was it, the
moment long in the making, the point of no return they had been
working ceaselessly toward these long days with the threat of
extinction always bearing over them.
They were easy prey. She replied. So were the Alacans, but the
League will be harder to subdue.
Harder, but not impossible. Lenchar stood a little straighter and
raised his chin, it was a pose he often went into before extolling the
greatness of his people. We have the best warriors in the galaxy and
the best ships, our Dreadnoughts are unmatched in their firepower and
our fighters the deadliest known to exist.
Imperceptibly she sighed, over the years she had discovered the head
of Dilgar military intelligence was in fact hugely pompous and filled
with his own self importance. For as long as she had known him she
recognized his inability to accept that he could be wrong, that it was
quite possible that all the plans and schemes they had come up with to
save their race might not actually work, and that they would all be
going straight to hell. Her mind wandered, a luxury she did not often
allow, and rested on a day ten years ago near the beginning of their
association.
Your lab Mistress Jhadur. He had said with a flourish as he opened
the heavy doors to her new home. It had revealed a vast complex built
over three separate sublevels beneath one of Omelos main military
research centers and included dozens of sealed rooms and isolation
chambers for handling any imaginable substance she could dream of.
In that instant it was like being a ten year old waking up on her
birthday again, her smiling parents waiting to present her with an
armful of gifts as she and her brother joyfully ripped open the
packaging with wide eyed delight and childish giggles as each new
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facility with that same wide smile of pure joy and spun around looking
up at the high white roof.
This is amazing! she had exclaimed. Its all mine?
All yours, Lenchar had smiled back, her enthusiasm obviously
contagious. The Warmasters have great confidence in you, theyve
seen your work and recognize just how damn smart you are. You have
anything you want, just ask and its yours. Any drug, any chemical,
any machine, and any member of staff, anything. Its all yours.
She fell down to her knees laughing uncontrollably, as a twenty five
year old biologist who had just been kicked out of the academy it was
far beyond her wildest dreams, there was no other scientist on the
planet with this sort of facility at her disposal, it was every dream
come true and perhaps now she could make real progress with her
anti-agapic, the immortality drug to guarantee her peoples survival
into the distant future.
Jhadur! she became aware of Lenchars whispering hiss. Jhadur!
Stand up! Quick!
She was still down on her knees in the middle of the bright white floor
smiling and laughing like a lunatic when the figure arrived at the door
causing Lenchar to snap to attention like he was on a parade ground.
The new arrival was a middle aged male decked out in the light and
dark blue uniform of a naval officer of high rank, perhaps even a
warmaster. Jhadurs playfulness immediately evaporated and she
scrambled up to her feet in embarrassment under the hard eyes of the
senior officer.
Jhadur. He said as a statement rather than a question. I am glad to
see you accepted our offer, the Dilgar have need of your talents. Does
our humble facility meet your expectations?
Oh yes! she gushed before her self control reasserted itself,
pummeling down her enthusiasm and chastising herself for not being
professional in front of such a dignitary. I mean yes sir, its beyond
what I expected, I thank you for this opportunity.
The older man smiled a little. Good. He apparently overlooked her
boundless enthusiasm and earlier joviality. But you must remember
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No sir, of course not. She said solemnly, her earlier joy evaporating
by the second.
This facility has one purpose, to ensure the survival of our species.
He continued. And the only method of survival will be through the
military, do you understand?
Yes sir.
You will therefore be part of the military while you work here, you will
wear a uniform and be expected to obey military regulations and take
occasional training as we all do.
Understood sir. She said flatly, she was beginning to realize exactly
what sort of responsibility she had let herself in for, despite the
treasure trove of facilities at her finger tips it seemed she would be
working to a strict set of expectations.
You will have the honorary title of Commander, but as soon as you
settle in you will be expected to earn that rank like every other officer
in the fleet. The man spoke. He had an air of natural authority and
command, she expected he was a veteran warrior who had likely
served as a Centauri mercenary, the usual method for earning combat
experience amongst the more ambitious officers. Your intelligence
and past work got you in here, but to stay you have to prove yourself
worthy of this opportunity. Every day is a test for you, youre going to
have over a hundred staff working here and answering to you, many
of them have been scientists since before your parents were born.
The mention of her parents sent a sharp flash through her memory, an
image of her father leaving for duty on the Drazi border the morning
after her tenth birthday, her happiest day from memory. He was stood
in the same blue uniform the lecturing officer wore but with much less
decoration. A week later her mother had tearfully told her that Father
was dead, lost to a skirmish with Drazi ships. Five years later she had
stood in silence as her mother had been lowered into the rich soil of a
simple graveyard and all her connections to the heady days of
childhood had been severed and buried with her. She suddenly
reminded herself to focus on the present and the high ranking officer.
Personally I think you will do well here. He nodded. Your first task
will be to review the data of your predecessor, some simple biological
formulas, nothing too much for your first day. I predict a very
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together, starting right now. He offered his hand out. Welcome,

Commander Jhadur.
She reached and took the hand, noticing it was rough and hard, her
imagination telling her it was from years of firing a rifle or from
strangling Narns. Thank you sir, you will not be disappointed.
He cracked a small grin. Commander Lenchar will show you to your
office, good day.
He stepped back, acknowledged Lenchars salute, then disappeared
out of the room. Jhadur released a deep exhalation and doubled over,
her knees trembling.
Are you alright? Lenchar rushed over and grabbed her, escorting her
to a chair.
I just need a bit of a rest. She said as she fell back into a
surprisingly comfortable seat. Tell me truthfully, did I make a
complete fool of myself?
No! the intelligence officer chuckled. The old man seemed quite
taken with you!
Really? she frowned. Are you just saying that to make me feel
better?
If hed have taken against you youd have known about it, he doesnt
suffer fools and incompetents. Id say he actually respects you.
Jhadur smiled at that. I guess hes the base commander?
You didnt recognize him? Lenchar sounded surprised. That was
Warmaster Garshan, head of military intelligence. Some say hes
second only to the supreme Warmaster himself!
Oh. Was all she could manage, shed never met anyone even
remotely powerful before, even the council of scientists at the
academy had only been marginally important in general society. To
meet a man who shaped the course of their civilization was a new
experience, and she could feel her hands trembling again. To be
actually favored and trusted by such a person was something even
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Lenchar laughed. Now youve got friends in high places. This is the
rest of your life now, youre not just some lab tech in an academy
working for people far less talented than you, now youre the one in
charge, your talents have been recognized by the powers that be, you
can make a difference.
A difference? she was still shaking, the weight of her new situation
beginning to crush her. She suddenly just wanted to go outside and
get a breath of fresh air.
Of course, you work will be part of deciding if the Dilgar race lives or
dies, we already discussed this.
They had talked about it, but it was only now that it really truly began
to settle on her, that she registered precisely how much was
depending on her work here. Her stomach suddenly felt as if it had
been crushed down to the size of an atom and her entire insides
constricted with pain.
She scrambled from the chair, pushed past Lenchar and collapsed in a
corner and vomited profusely
Her eyes wavered for a moment from Balos, that was when she had
grasped the enormity of what was needed for her people. Her stomach
hadnt settled for a week but as her staff had arrived she had felt
renewed, like the doubts and fantasies of her youth were gone and she
was now the confident adult her parents had been and whom she tried
to copy. Now she had no feelings at all in her being for the suffering of
others, it didnt even register in her anymore. A few quick flashes in
space caught her eye as a wing of Thorun fighters cleared up the
debris field after the brief battle, which was a euphemism for shooting
down lifepods, and once again space was peaceful, the menacing
Dilgar fleet loomed uncontested above the now defenseless planet
below.
The Balosian army is a formidable force. She said conversationally.
The landings will not be as easy as you think.
We have the best armies in known space. Lenchar replied
predictability. He had changed a lot in ten years, in Jhadurs opinion it
was for the worse. He wasnt open to new ideas, he just subscribed to
his blinkered belief in Dilgar superiority over all things. On the surface
it seemed he was right, the Dilgar military was unmatched in size and
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generally acknowledged that the Dilgar personnel were better trained.

However as Garshans replacement he should be planning for any
flaws in the Dilgar warmachine and not immediately assuming it would
conquer all, thats how disasters happen and the species could not
afford a failure of intelligence in the coming war.
The fleet had finished redeploying, moving into a blockade of the
planet and forming a protective cordon around the modified destroyers
that were moving into position in high orbit. They were regular
warships save in one respect, a long scaffold held beneath their
centerlines extending for hundreds of meters along the vessels length.
Mass drivers, a simple system of electro magnetic coils and rods which
would take a solid object like an asteroid and propel it towards a
target. They were useless against other warships, the projectiles were
too slow to load and fire, they had precisely one use, orbital
bombardment.
It was an intimidating sight, but Jhadur shook her head. You do
realize most of Balosians live underground, orbital bombardment is
rather pointless.
This whole escapade is a reason unto itself. Lenchar pointed out.
There is nothing down there we want, I mean look at it for a minute!
Jhadur did have to admit it was an unappealing target, no Quantium
40 deposits, no appreciable heavy metals for warships, no major
agricultural areas for food exports, it didnt even have any stunning
vistas for tourists. It was physically worthless, yet the Balosians had
died for it.
This invasion is a test, her comrade continued. A dry run for our war
with the league. Look at our fleet, we could have taken this world with
a quarter of these numbers but we had to test our new fleet wide
command codes, we had to work out the problems and concerns in
this live fire exercise before we attacked a real enemy like the Drazi.
This is a wargame Jhadur, nothing more.
Im sure the Balosians wouldnt appreciate being considered mere
targets.
Since when do we care? he replied haughtily. It doesnt matter if
the mass drivers have little effect, the point is to test our targeting
scanners and establish a good rate of fire for our crews. When the
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As if it was rehearsed the first charged asteroid raced past the fleet
and began its journey to Balos. Jhadur watched, fixated on the
gradually shrinking orb and its course for destruction. She imagined
every other pair of eyes in the fleet was also watching that same
object at the same time, scrutinizing its path or preparing to ascertain
its damage patter, or perhaps just appreciating its energetic blue glow
that gradually wore off as it closed on its target, the planets main
space port. A few rounds of plasma rose to meet it but with no affect,
the asteroid hit the atmosphere with a blaze of orange and yellow fire
and plummeted straight down onto the target, its heavy iron core
mostly intact buried itself in the ground sending shockwaves through
the subterranean dwellings of the natives and leveling any surface
structure within five miles. It was a spectacular demonstration, and as
soon as the preliminary data was collected the rest of the mass drivers
began to fire, working out the most efficient pattern for causing a
global apocalypse.
I hear the Supreme Warmaster is saving your own research for the
war itself, so not to tip off our enemies?
Jhadur nodded. She was anxious to see the fruition of her long work
in the fields of bio-weapons, but acknowledged that they would best
be reserved as a surprise for the League. All in good time. Her eyes
sparkled with the blue and red of the bombardment, to witness such
power was exhilarating, her people had come a long way and this
would ensure they would continue growing forever.
There were some Abbai ships on the systems edge. Lenchar said.
Jhadur shot him a hard look. Were they dealt with?
Of course not, let them watch this and spread fear in their people.
He grinned smugly.
You complete idiot! Jhadur snarled. If they see this level of
devastation and this many ships it will betray our intentions! You dont
build weapons like this unless you plan to use them!
They will assume we are just being cautious of the Centauri, the
League are cowards who prefer to bury their heads in the sand than
consider the truth. They believed our story about the Alacans, they will
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You have pushed it too far! she shot back. This could jeopardize
everything weve worked for! She hammered a nearby communication
panel. Captain, do our see the Abbai vessels?
Yes Warmaster, we are under orders to monitor them and
Those orders are cancelled, you will move to destroy them at once!
Yes Warmaster. Came the curt response, and an instant later the
view outside shifted as the vessel turned toward the enemy vessels.
Before they had even finished turning the Abbai ships opened a jump
point and fled.
Nothing will change, itll just make the League more fearful. Lenchar
said, but not as confidently as earlier.
I hope you are right. Jhadur said coldly. Because if you are wrong
every member of the Dilgar race who dies in this war needlessly will be
your fault, and I will take it personally. Do you understand what that
means?
Yes. he said with a trace of fear, he had heard rumors about a
Captain who had lost his ship to a Drazi raid. He hadnt even finished
his report to Warmaster Jhadur before he was arrested and taken to
her labs. No one saw him again. This will go as predicted.
Get out of my sight. She said, then turned to look at space, infinite
darkness and infinite cold.
Lenchar had been in the military longer and held equal rank to
Jhadur, but there was no question as to which one held the power.
Her intelligence had made her the youngest Warmaster in history and
her ruthlessness ensured it was a well deserved title. She would be
spearheading the assault on the Drazi and she relished the
opportunity, the image of her father imprinted on her mind as a child
along with the knowledge he had been killed by those hideous and vile
aliens. They were going to pay for that, she was going to make damn
sure of it.
The timer was set, four more months, then she would have her
vengeance and her people would have the chance to live forever.
Tirrith, League of Non-Aligned worlds.

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The falling rain echoed on the glass roof, and Alikie took a brief
moment to savor it. Her home was replete with water and it frequently
rained, so much so it was merely another part of the day. But on alien
worlds rain was rarer and often seen as troublesome, a mixed
blessing, but for Alikie it was a reminder of home and gave her a
sudden bout of homesickness. She didnt want to be here in this empty
and cold chamber, she wanted to be on her grounds back on
Sshumssha enjoying the rain, in fact shed settle for just standing
outside here for a while, but the meeting was about to start, such as it
was.
A week ago Balos had fallen to a Dilgar attack and the news had
shocked the neighboring Abbai. They immediately called a meeting of
the League to gather once more on Tirrith to urgently discuss the
matter and take action to prevent further Dilgar aggression. Despite
plenty of time to assemble and the apparent seriousness of the
situation precisely three people had arrived at the debating hall;
herself, Shaladan of the Drazi and Lumak of the Brakiri. Nobody else
had even bothered to even send a junior representative. She did not
feel anger, but was more disappointed than she could remember ever
feeling. Never the less she had a job to do and began the meeting.
Fellow delegates, I trust by now you have all read the reports from
our scouting forces. She held aloft a sheet of paper listing the events
of Balos. It proves that the invasion of Alaca was not an isolated
incident and that the Dilgar are beginning an aggressive war of
conquest.
With all due respect madam, that is speculation. Lumak said. We
have no evidence that the Dilgar will continue to attack other worlds.
You said that five months ago when we had this same discussion after
Alaca fell, and now they have taken Balos. Alikie said firmly. By the
time we have our next meeting they could be orbiting this world with
their mass drivers primed!
It wont come to that and I suspect you know it. Lumak said
precisely. Now I can forgive the Abbai government for being a little
nervous, these worlds were close to your borders and you do share
your own frontier with the Dilgar, but our analysts say the Dilgar will
not dare attack a civilization as old and established as the Abbai. He
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Look at these ships. She demanded. Do you see their numbers? The
Dilgar fleet is thousands strong! she emphasized. It is powerful
enough to pose a significant threat to all of us, we must take some
united action.
They do not worry us. Shaladan stated. The Drazi fleet will defeat
them if they try to attack our space.
Oh wonderful, and your evidence for that is where exactly? Alikie
said with growing frustration. We cannot go on like this, we must do
something! We must form a unified fleet to oppose the Dilgar.
This is why the other members did not attend. Lumak glared. They
knew you and the Abbai government would try to use this situation to
establish greater control over the rest of the League.
Excuse me? Alikie gasped. That is preposterous!
Every time we meet you say that we must come closer together, we
must tighten our ties, and why? For what? the Brakiri shrugged. The
League of Non-aligned worlds is an economic partnership, we trade
goods and occasionally send aid to other members during natural
disasters or incidents. We work together to fight pirates and raiders
but we are not a military union, we dont need to be because we are
strong enough alone.
The Dilgar will not stop at Balos, they will attack the League next and
we must formalize a League wide mutual defense treaty. Alikie said, a
rumble of distant thunder seeming to underscore her words.
Thats just scaremongering! Lumak dismissed. You just want
greater power over us, thats why you set up the League in the first
place wasnt it?
Of course not! Alikie yelled in frustration. We are a peaceful people,
we have no need to subjugate others!
Then you wont mind if the Brakiri formulate our own response to this
situation. Ambassador Lumak said.
A united declaration would be better. Shaladan said slightly to
Alikies surprise. Showing our potential enemy a unified front might
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Exactly. The Abbai representative seized on the idea. Even if its just
words it might make a difference. We should issue a joint statement
condemning the attack on Balos and warning the Dilgar that we will
oppose further expansion of their borders.
No. Lumak said flatly. The Brakiri will make their own statement, we
dont need the Abbai to speak for us. None of the other races do,
thats why you are speaking to an empty hall.
There was a long silence punctuated only by the fall of rain and the
grumbling of thunder in the sky. The League had been an Abbai
suggestion, a grouping of the smaller powers to try and face the larger
powers of the galaxy, namely the Centauri but ever more recently the
Dilgar too. But despite many members the League had yet to make a
truly united showing in any matter, the members were simply trying to
get whatever they could out of the alliance with the minimum of
sacrifice, it was apparently greed and apathy which ruled the League
despite the noblest wishes of the Abbai, the whole thing was rotten to
the core and would fracture under the tiniest pressure.
So the official position of the Brakiri government is to do nothing?
Alikie asked formerly.
We will be increasing our military budget, but we are too far away
and too large for the Dilgar to seriously consider hurting, and we have
the Corumai ready for launch.
That hulk? Shaladan scoffed. According to your government its
been ready to launch for the past decade!
Do not mock us Drazi! Lumak spat. The Corumai is the most
powerful ship in the League!
By the time its finished Droshalla will have returned! Shaladan
laughed. Typical Brakiri, all appearance and no substance.
Enough. Alikie called. We must stay on topic!
I will not sit at a table with That! Lumak waved at the Drazi
ambassador. The discussion is over, it was a meaningless waste of
my time, the Dilgar are no threat to us and were probably justified in
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You seriously believed the lies they told about responding to Alacan
pirates! Shaladan said loudly. You are a greater fool than I first
thought!
I am not here to trade insults, my position is clear, good day. And
with that he turned and stormed away.
Itll be a good day when he curls up and dies. Shaladan muttered.
This is the second debate on the Dilgar he has ruined. During the
debate following the fall of Alaca the surviving leaders of that world
had practically begged the League for help. Their impassioned pleas
had found only deaf ears, and almost as soon as they finished
speaking the meeting had been hijacked by the Brakiri to discuss trade
and mining rights.
We have no authority to impose a solution. Alikie stated flatly, a
great sadness in her voice. We must go alone into this crisis.
The other races listen to the Brakiri, they believe him when he talks
about Abbai plots and that the Dilgar are just rattling their swords.
The Drazi snarled. They have no honour.
The League is a failure, a mockery of the ideals in its founding. Alikie
sighed. The Centauri think we are a joke, and if the Dilgar also see us
as weak and divided how long until they tear us apart?
Shaladan leaned forward. My government agrees with you, we
believe the Dilgar are preparing for war. Most think it will be an attack
on the Narns, but enough are convinced of an attack on us and have
been accelerating our war industries as a countermeasure.
Alikie looked up, her face brightened noticeably. So you do not
believe Ambassador Lumak?
We trust what we see, and we have seen a massive increase in the
Dilgar navy and raids on our borders. The Drazi said. The Brakiri are
too far away to care but our two peoples have a border with the
Dilgar, we must be ready.
You propose an alliance? asked the Abbai female, seeing a ray of
light in the darkness of the failed meeting.
We will keep it secret. Answered the Drazi. If one of us is attacked
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perhaps they will cower behind their borders, but we at least will stand
together.
Alikie smiled widely. I am sure my government will warmly accept
this offer, they have already begun the evacuation of one of our
colonies. We believe a Dilgar assault is imminent and when they come
they will show no mercy.
The Drazi are ready, we never shy away from battle and will not
abandon our friends. I say let them come, between your defenses and
our fleets we will drive them back with their tails between their legs!
he grinned widely, showing a number of missing teeth.
Alikie considered the Drazi needlessly violent, almost the antithesis of
the peace loving Abbai and very strange allies, that whole green and
purple contest they insisted on having to select leaders left her both
bemused and disturbed. Yet right now she suddenly recognized
something else about the Drazi, they were a honorable race and it
seemed that they valued the League in their own way perhaps as
much as the Abbai did.
Thank you again Ambassador, I hope it doesnt come to it, but still,
thank you.
Outside the rain continued to fall much to Alikies satisfaction. The rain
was known to wash away the old and reveal the new in its shining
entirety, and so perhaps here too that was happening, the old League
was gradually being washed away to reveal a newer and stronger bond
between its two most prominent races. The Dilgar would come, it was
obvious to the two remaining ambassadors, and the Abbai were the
logical target. The only hope they had now was that when the war
started the defenses would be enough to hold them until help arrived,
because otherwise Abbai civilization would simply cease to exist.
The meeting was closed, for what it was worth, and the League would
never again meet in the halls of Tirrith, nor would Alikie delight in the
planets thunder storms or Lumak argue over resource and shipping
rights with its leaders. Such mundane trivialities were soon to be lost
in the coming events, for as one storm wracked the clouds of Tirrith a
far greater storm was brewing beyond them. Balos had fallen. The
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Chapter 2
Erwin Rommel Barracks
Mars Colony
Earth Alliance.
Star bar or Walnut surprise? he mused. Walnut surprise or Star
bar?
Alfredo Garibaldi had managed to narrow down the options from the
two dozen candy treats held in the vending machine down to two
possible choices. He was used to making important decisions about
how to assault an enemy bunker or where to go on his tenth wedding
anniversary with his wife Sophia, but trying to decide between the two
treats was taking him an unusually long time.
Star bar. He said resolutely, then placed his coin in the machine and
selected the row with the chocolate bar. With a whirring clank the
mechanism began to push the brightly wrapped bar forward towards
the long drop down to the tray at its base. He shuffled on his feet as
the mechanism worked taking a small eternity, and passed the time by
staring out of a nearby window.
Outside he saw a platoon of green clad troops jogging by with their
sergeant encouraging them on in his inimitable style, pounding across
the concrete parade ground marking their pace with a centuries old
song. Beyond them were the plain faced low slung buildings common
to Earth force garrisons across two dozen worlds, their simple and
Spartan interiors a testament to the fact they were designed by the
lowest bidder. Far beyond those buildings and the city surrounding
them was the dome itself, a heavily reinforced glass and steel lattice
which kept the harsh Martian climate out and breathable air in. The
dome was said to be amazingly strong, able to survive a shuttle
crashing into it though Garibaldi doubted anyone had ever tested that
boast, but it gave the inhabitants a little extra confidence living daily
within feet of certain death.
The whirring of the vending machine stopped, prompting Garibaldi to
turn around. To his annoyance the chocolate bar remained wedged in
the release mechanism, dangling down but not actually in the
collection tray. He swore, the bar had cost him the extortionate
amount of one credit and he sure wasnt going to let anything cheat
him out of that, let alone a damn machine! He stepped back and
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clear, the rows of plain steel tables cleaned and left neatly arranged
for the next set of meals in about two hours. He could hear the
regimental cooks at the far end of the hall behind their doors slaving
away in the kitchen but figured they were too busy to pay attention to
a few sharp crashes and loud noises, which was exactly what Garibaldi
was about to create.
He grabbed the machine, pushed it back a few inches so it was leaning
on its back supports, then let it go. It slammed back level with a
jarring crash which echoed in the hall making Garibaldi cringe.
Unfortunately the bar remained in place, so with a sigh he gave the
machine a quick punch, shuddering it but not dislodging the
recalcitrant chocolate. With growing anger he kicked the stubborn
machine, and finally on the fourth try the bar dropped into the tray
with a most satisfying clunk.
With a chuckle of victory he grabbed the prize and turned to leave,
stumbling to a halt as he found himself nose to nose with a hard faced
man who had apparently sprouted silently from the ground. Garibaldi
was about to give him a few choice insults about sneaking up on guys
when he quickly noticed a pair of Captains bars on the mans shoulders
and snapped straight up to attention.
Whats your name and unit soldier? the officer asked. He was a
heavy set black man with a shaved head and neat goatee beard. He
looked about mid thirties in age but with hard eyes and a very
confident manner, a by the book officer if ever he had seen one.
Private First Class Alfredo Garibaldi sir. He rattled off loudly. Red
platoon, Alpha company, 99th regiment sir!
I see. The Captain remarked. Im glad to see your unarmed combat
training came in useful just now. He glanced at the vending machine,
some noticeable dents in its side. Although I doubt they were
designed to defend us from an invading army of snack dispensers.
Sir, no sir! Garibaldi snapped. Great, another officer who liked the
sound of his own voice.
Do you have an explanation Private?
Sir, I paid my money but the machine refused to deliver my choice of
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So rather than report the fault you decided to try and persuade it
yourself?
Seemed like the quicker thing to do sir, cause less trouble for base
maintenance, sir.
How very thoughtful. The dark Captain remarked. Still, it took your
money and gave you nothing back, sounds just like our government to
supply us with something like that. You have to wonder why a military
base has a vending machine anyway.
Yes sir. Garibaldi agreed, the machine was actually very popular and
his buddies did enough PT that a couple of bars of chocolate wouldnt
make much difference. Of course he wasnt going to tell this officer
that, best just nod and let him think he was never wrong.
However understandable your actions, you were still in the wrong.
The Captain said. Youll pull guard duty tomorrow evening, is that
understood?
Perfectly sir. Inwardly he was relieved, that was pretty lenient
considering the damage to government property. Of course it screwed
up his plans to celebrate Private Rourkes twenty second birthday but it
was still more like a slap on the wrist.
Alright Private, dismiss.
Yes sir. He stood a little straighter, then stepped back and headed
hastily for the door.
The Captain grinned, then went to the vending machine, with a shrug
he inserted his coin and made his selection. It was a hard balancing
act keeping discipline in troops without being overbearing, the officer
had to be respected but not necessarily liked, and the way he did that
was through fairness and making sure everyone knew their
responsibilities and where they fitted into the big picture. He frowned
deeply as his selected candy refused to be delivered, just like it had for
Private Garibaldi, and for a second he considered attacking the
machine, but then reminded himself to lead by example and with a
huff went to find maintenance.
Hey Freddy, we thought youd got lost! a shout greeted him as he
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Come on, he only had to go to the Mess hall! Freddy could find a
mess hall on any alien planet blindfolded!
A barrage of laughter and whooping calls followed, it was a well known
joke in the Platoon that no one could match Garibaldis appetite, even
though he looked an average built guy Alfredo could down shovel loads
of just about anything placed on a plate before him. It had won the
Platoon a lot of bets in the past and had rapidly become a Company
legend.
Quit it Bugs. Garibaldi smiled and tossed him the chocolate bar.
Next time fetch your own, you almost got me thrown in the
stockade.
Private John Bugs Malone caught the flying snack and immediately
tore into it. What happened?
Damn machine broke so I had to fix it. He began.
You mean give it a good kicking! Private Tucker said with a laugh,
his thick London accent easily recognizable.
Thats what I said, fix it. Garibaldi smiled. Anyway, I got it fixed, got
you that damn chocolate, then get caught by an officer who saw it all!
There was another burst of laughter from the platoon, there was
nothing malicious about it but they did tend to find misfortune
amusing.
But it was cool, the guy gave me extra guard duty but nothing formal,
turned out okay.
Say, this officer, Private Rourke began with his Dublin accent. Didnt
happen to be a bulldog looking fellow with a bald head?
Well yeah, he did kind off. Why?
There were a few more whistles and chortles.
That was Captain Franklin, the new Alpha company CO.
Our new boss. Tucker said unnecessarily. What is it they say about
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Crap. Garibaldi dropped on his bunk. I hate it when that happens.

Well at least the Colonel never found out it was you who left the hand
brake off that truck which totaled his car. Bugs pointed out. And I
shouldnt have said that out loud should I?
Talking about it jinxes it. Tucker pointed out. Now you gotta lift the
jinx before someone finds out.
And the only way to lift it is to by the first round of drinks at the
Afterburner tonight. Garibaldi chuckled. Drinks are an Bugsy!
The twenty strong platoon gave a mocking cheer, prompting Bugs to
stand up and take a bow. Over the years the company had acquired a
handful of traditions and superstitions which had to be religiously
observed so not to jinx the unit with bad luck, and one such
superstition was not talking about company secrets out loud. Most
jinxes could be easily lifted, usually through buying excessive amounts
of alcohol or performing a challenge or dare, it was silly but it many
ways it brought the troops together more.
Anyway, come on guys. Garibaldi stood, the single stripe on his
shoulder requiring him to take some extra responsibilities in his unit.
Weve got a briefing to attend in half an hour about events in the
Alien sectors. There were some groans. Yeah I know, nothing to do
with us but you might learn something, then well hit the dome.
That cheered them up a little, and gradually they starting moving their
kit away and cleaning up their little corner of Mars. The 99th was a
fairly new unit and while it had seen limited action hunting down Mars
separatist groups most of the soldiers hadnt seen real combat, only
the Colonel and a few of the officers who had transferred from other
units had any real experience. The Regiment was specialized in
operations on hostile planets, most of its training took place outside
the Martian domes in the harsh climate earning them a reputation as
hardy and uncomplaining soldiers, currently Beta company was
guarding a Quantum 40 mining operation on one of the most desolate
worlds the Alliance had surveyed, and secretly Alpha company was
damned pleased they were still secure in their barracks despite the
constant lectures and PT.
Garibaldi squared away his bunk and adjusted the photograph on the
wall beside him. It showed Sophia and his eleven year old son Michael,
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family, his wife was a manager at one of the smaller shipping firms, it
didnt pay a lot but it was solid work arranging cargo drops and setting
up contracts. His son was in junior school a few blocks away and was
already an accomplished sportsman and had showed himself to be
pretty bright, his dad had high hopes for the future. His grandmother
had already said hed make a good cop, maybe even a detective,
though of course Alfredo wanted to see him join Earth force and
experience the comradeship he had grown to respect and appreciate
himself during his service. Either way his son was going to be a
success, hed make sure of that.
With a lingering smile he headed out of the barracks with the rest of
the platoon and headed for the briefing on the fall of Balos.
Afterburner Club, Mars.
The barman threw a quick glance at the gaggle of men walking in
laughing loudly. Even though they were dressed in casual shirts and
pants by their stance and walk they were clearly soldiers. He of course
didnt mind, they provided a huge amount of his business, but he
could see a couple of his clients getting a bit agitated at the sudden
increase in noise. He shrugged, there were plenty of other bars in
town if they didnt like it.
One of the grinning soldiers headed for the bar with a credit chit
clutched in his hands.
Twenty one bears for my buddies over there! he said enthusiastically
to the wild cheers of his comrades.
Nice one Bugsy! one of them called.
The barman ran the card with a smile. On its way trooper, take a
seat. Whenever a party of soldiers came in, usually most nights, the
barman rolled up his sleeves to display a tattoo on his forearm, it was
the unit emblem of the 7th Cavalry and the mans former unit. He
didnt mind soldiers using his bar one damn bit because he
remembered being there himself back in the days of the Chlonas
troubles and how much he needed to unwind with his buddies and
some cold beers. He started pouring the generous portions and
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Elsewhere in the bar a pair of men looked over their shoulders at the
sudden cheering of the new arrivals but dismissed as harmless
enthusiasm.
Gropos. One of them quipped, then returned to the table. What you
drinking?
His companion was a huge man, over six feet seven when stood and
with a physique to match. He had short blond hair and a beard with a
liberal helping of tattoos on his arms.
Jovian sunspot. He said in a gravely voice.
The other man sighed. Much shorter and more slender with scruffy
black hair he shook his head.
Jors, I told you twenty times they dont serve those kind of drinks in
places like this, bit too girly.
Normally Jors Skagaard, known as Steel Jaws to the tramp freighter
community due to his prodigious strength, would not tolerate anyone
at all even indirectly saying something he liked was girly, however his
current companion had known him for long enough to recognize Jors
would take it as a joke. Sure enough the big man gave a roaring laugh
which temporarily eclipsed even the neighboring soldiers.
A new pair of people entered the bar, both of them rather scruffy
looking and nervous to be in this particular part of town. It wasnt
exactly a dive but the regulars in this district didnt tend to demand
classical music and Haute cuisine. They were mainly dock workers,
private freighter crews and infantry from the local base, their officers
preferring to dine up town. The two new arrivals were fairly young
looking, a fair haired man and a girl with something of a Japanese
ancestry judging by her dark hair and features. They spotted the huge
Norseman across the room and headed for their table, the girl drawing
some appreciative glances from the party of soldiers.
Hi Paul. The young man addressed. Jors, you cool?
Just thirsty. The big man answered.
Toby, Jenny. Paul Calendar nodded in greeting, his straggly hair
falling across his brow as he did so. So you spoke to the guy?

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The four people at the table represented 80 of the crew of the

freighter Space Race. It was a rather small and unimpressive ship but
was well noted for its speed and ability to evade raiders on even the
most dangerous route. As its master Paul Calendar had become quite
famous in the freighter community and had a knack for finding the
best jobs in the sector and turning a tidy profit. His crew was a mix of
people, Jors was the pilot and despite his size was amazingly good.
Toby was their navigator, and his nervous nature was seen as a
consequence of all the near misses Calendar had escaped from. Jenny
Shoku was a fairly new addition to the crew having joined six months
earlier to replace Old Harry Maxwell who had first bought the Space
Race with Pauls father thirty years earlier. Hed retired to a nice house
in Mars Dome One with his decent fortune and now Paul was the sole
owner of the ship and business. There was only one person missing.
What happened to TKoth? Toby asked.
Hes in jail. Paul answered. Again. TKoth was their translator, he
could speak a dozen languages including most of the League planets
dialects and as a Narn had plenty of contacts in his upstart home
regime allowing the freighter to cut some corners off their journeys.
Unfortunately he also had a tendency to drink too much and get into
trouble.
The Authorities will hand him over when we leave. Jors said. They
just want to get rid of him.
Nothing worse than an angry Narn in an enclosed space. Paul
remarked. Especially if he starts singing.
They shared a laugh, Narn opera was known across the galaxy to
shatter teeth with its ferocity.
So the job? he brought the conversation back on topic.
Yeah, I tell ya its a great one, easy work and vast money. Toby
grinned. Fifty thousand credits a shipment, can you believe it?
Depends on the shipment. Paul said, it was a decent amount but it
wouldnt make them all rich.
And more than one shipment too, we could get months of work out of
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What and where? Paul pressed.

Tirolus, in Abbai space. Toby finally answered, Yeah its a long way
but they only need us to run between that world and their other colony
at Utriel, or maybe to Abbai itself.
Ssumssha. Jenny corrected in her quiet voice. The Abbai homeworld
is called Ssumsha.
Whatever, either way its just one jump there and another one back!
Easy money! the young man smiled widely, obviously quite pleased
with his find.
Pay isnt bad. Jors agreed. And its from an established government,
not likely to rip off.
No. Paul said flatly.
Ah come on boss, its a raider free zone and just one jump! Toby
pleaded. Its a cushy number!
You havent seen the news lately have you? Paul sighed, then looked
at the shy looking girl opposite him. Jenny, whats been dominating
ISN lately?
The Dilgar invasion of Balos.
A Dilgar invasion. He repeated. Youre the navigator Toby, why
dont you tell me which governments share a border with the Dilgar?
Among others, the Abbai. He admitted.
And I think youll find that not only is Tirolus one jump away from the
other Abbai worlds, its also one jump away from Dilgar space, and
Alaca which fell earlier in the year and Balos which is currently home
the largest concentration of scary-ass warships in the galaxy. Paul
said with a cold glint in his eyes. So no, we arent going.
They want us to transport people. Jenny added. To evacuate their
colony in case of attack.
Even more reason to stay the hell away. The Captain replied firmly.
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Its at most a five day round trip for us. Toby said. Thats like ten
thousand a day! For months!
We cant ignore that sort of cash. Jors said in his growling voice. Its
more than wed make anywhere else.
I know TKoth would agree, its madness to let this go! the young
companion enthused
Paul frowned, he hadnt made a reputation by taking such major risks,
he wasnt particularly scared of danger but the Dilgar were getting
unpredictable and ever more aggressive, he believed it would only be
a matter of time before they invaded somewhere big, and the Abbai
seemed the logical choice. However even had to allow the pay was
pretty impressive, and just about justified the risk. He also had the
problem that as an independent contractor, his crew wasnt bound to a
given corporation and if they wanted to could just walk away and join
a crew that would go the Abbai Matriarchy. It was against his better
judgment, but he was out of options.
Okay, fine. Well go and take the contract.
The rest of the crew grinned widely and Toby high-fived Jors, deeply
regretting it when the slap left his hand stinging.
But, Paul cut in loudly. But if I see so much as a Dilgar scout probe
we are out of there and running for home, got that?
Got it chief. Toby was still grinning. So equal splits?
The race gets first call as usual. Paul said, indicating that the needs
of their ship had to be serviced first and refueled. Then the rest will
be equal split.
It was another quality which earned Paul Calendar respect, he didnt
hoard or swindle money like a lot of Captains, he thought a distrustful
crew would ultimately lose him money in the long term so kept his
people well paid and happy. Judging by the wide grins they were
currently very happy.
Toby, get the beers in. Paul handed him some coins.
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The small man scrambled up still wearing a grin and scampered off to
the bar.
Sunspots? Jenny frowned. Hell, even I wouldnt drink them.
For the first time that night Paul burst out laughing, his joviality mixing
with the singing and laughing of the troops at a nearby table. It wasnt
a classy bar, and the man behind the bar certainly knew that, but for
atmosphere it was unbeatable. He cleaned up a new set of glasses
with a happy expression and kept the alcohol flowing.

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Chapter 3
Balos
September 2229
It was the privilege of a conqueror to survey the conquered, to stand
upon the field of glory and look with all due pride and satisfaction at
the fruits of their victory. While Warmaster Jhadur was currently
exercising that right she wasnt overly impressed, Balos was hardly the
Elysian fields or some sort of blissful paradise, as far as her eye could
see there was only a rough landscape of blasted rock and the openings
of underground warrens where the Balosians thrived.
She walked on, looking past the other Dilgar naval personnel who had
finally been allowed to the surface after the army had secured most of
the major population centers. The other groups were currently pointing
in awe at a vast crater caused by an impact from one of the mass
drivers of the fleet, a particular officer was telling proudly of how his
ship at the best firing rate in the navy and how this crater was his
personal accomplishment. She didnt resent his moment of triumph,
but to Jhadur it was pointless so she headed slowly away.
The sky was a dull orange color caused by the sun light refracting
through particulate dust in the air thrown up by the orbital strikes, no
surface city was left standing and many underground warrens had
been collapsed, the death toll was estimated to exceed a billion and
that was before famine and disease had set in to cull the remainder.
Armed guards watched her closely, it wouldnt do for a senior
Warmaster to be assassinated on a visit to a safe planet, and the
notion made her smile a little. Life and death had blended into one for
her, for so many years she had existed in a world where both had
struggled for dominance she no longer made a distinction. They were
the same thing with no deep moral or spiritual meanings, you lived
and then you died. End of story. She had dedicated her life to the
study of death, everything she had done for a decade had been in its
company so much so that she had a greater affinity for death than for
life. If she dwelt on it too long she found herself becoming deeply
uncomfortable.
Beyond a low rise in the terrain she came upon a valley and paused to
examine the view. The valley was filled with people, Balosians, who
were held behind masses of electrically charged wire and fences. They
had been herded together by troops cleaning out the underground
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across the planet with only very basic food and shelter, if they were
lucky.
She scrambled down the slope of the valley with her escorts, noticing
an overwhelming odour of unwashed people, the scent caused her to
wrinkle her nose in abject disgust but did not stop her from walking
right up to the wire.
Warmaster, with respect, her escort leader spoke. You shouldnt get
too close.
Thank you Captain. She replied. But I know what I am doing.
A large group of Balosians had begun to gather opposite where she
was standing, they were wretched to look at with only the tattered
clothes on their backs as possessions. She guessed most of them were
civilians and recognized some had once worn high quality clothing,
now as stained and dirty as everyone elses. There were no social
classes anymore, no rulers or leaders, wealth had no meaning to them
and privilege was a thing of the past. They were all the same now, just
a conquered people at the mercy of the Dilgar, at her mercy. The
thought gave her a rush of exhilaration, the power she had over these
people an arms length away to grant life or take it with a word, to
merely indicate to the guards around her to open fire or lob a grenade
into the mass, to sow such pain and destruction. She could feel herself
succumbing to the temptation to do so.
Jhadur. A voice interrupted her thoughts. At last I find you on this
gods forsaken world!
Her annoyance at the interruption evaporated as she recognized her
brother. She smiled widely and embraced him with a laugh, the
Balosians staring emptily at them with hungry and haunted eyes.
Brother, good to see you! she laughed. I saw your forces performed
well in the attack, Im proud of you.
Bah, it was barely a challenge. He grinned. They were swept away
like sand in a hurricane. He gestured dismissively at the camp
inhabitants.
Even so I hear the Supreme Warmaster noticed you, there good be a
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He grinned even wider, Supreme Warmaster Garshan was very frugal

with praise, very few people ever impressed him and those that did
were well rewarded. Jhadur herself was one of those few, her
enthusiasm at work had earned her a quick promotion but it was only
when she spoke of fleet matters and how to run a strategic war that
Garshan truly saw her potential. He gave her an opportunity to prove
herself by planning the attack on Alaca and she did so with such skill
she was made a Warmaster on the spot.
I ask only to serve my people. Shadur answered solemnly, the
knowledge they shared was still the best kept secret of the Dilgar race,
besides the council of Warmasters and some senior scientist nobody
knew about the doom hanging over Omelos. The expansion was
explained to the people as the Dilgar race seizing its destiny, that the
aliens were constantly taking and hoarding resources that belonged to
the Dilgar and that soon they would falter as a species unless
something was done. The people were surprisingly easy to work up
into a militant frenzy, they embraced the idea of outside persecution
and fervently supported the attacks on their neighbours. A full scale
war with the League was not only expected by the people, but
demanded. Which of course was exactly what the Warmasters had
engineered them to think.
And that time is coming. Jhadur nodded. Her brother was a fleet
Captain in command of a sizeable task force but had not yet reached
the rank of Warmaster, although she suspected it was more through a
lack of opportunity rather than skill, something soon to be remedied.
Our intelligence officers are saying the Abbai and Drazi are preparing
for war. Shadur said, throwing a quick glance at the eyes watching
him silently.
To be expected. His sister agreed. But crucially no other League
worlds are mobilizing, even after everything they will not unite against
us, their petty squabbles still keep them at each others throats. Well,
until we tear them out.
But they might unite once we strike. He stated. And when combined
the League fleets are not insignificant.
They are uncoordinated and mostly poorly led. Jhadur said precisely.
Even if they fight well raw courage does not win wars, planning and
careful preparation does and that is where we have the advantage,
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looked over her shoulder and winked at one of her guards. To his
credit he remained completely emotionless, a perfect soldier.
The sooner the better. Shadur grumbled. I hate this place, the
people are revolting. He glared at the prisoners who continued staring
silently back. And it stinks to hell.
Jhadur nodded. Trust me, it wont be long until we can conquer some
more worthy planets, but this place has its uses. She turned to view
the crowd, meeting the gaze of each one in turn. Each turned away
from her cold eyes, perhaps intimidated by the uniform or her side
arm, perhaps cowed by some deeper uncertainty. But one did not, one
met and held her gaze full on causing her to crack a small icy smile.
Come here. She said in the Abbai language which seemed commonly
spoken on Balos. For a moment the man did not move, then lost his
hesitation and stepped forward.
Sister Shadur hissed and the guards slowly changed to a fighting
stance.
Stand easy. She commanded. Why so nervous brother? she smiled
widely. They are no threat. She continued grinning widely as the
Balosian reached the wire, as he stopped she noticed a tiny figure
clinging to his trouser leg trying to stay behind him.
Who are you? she asked in Abbai.
Troslan. He answered bluntly.
I dont care about your name. She answered calmly. I want to know
who you are to these people.
I am a mayor of the closest city. He responded still meeting her
gaze.
A local leader, man of power and dignity. She nodded. You speak
for these prisoners?
Yes, I do.
Good, tell them they are all slaves to the Dilgar Imperium and will be
expected to work hard for us. If they dont they and everyone they
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He hesitated slightly, obviously thinking of what lay ahead for him.

Now. Jhadur said firmly. With another glance, much less confident
now, he turned and began to speak in his own language.
The Balosians are a hardy race. She said aside to her brother. They
will make good workers in our mines and refineries, plus we can forget
about safety features, any accidents and we can always get fresh
supplies from here. She returned her gaze to the people. They were
livestock to the Dilgar, a resource to be used and expended for
whatever short term gain they provided. Their lives were
inconsequential, meaningless, especially to Jhadur. Their only worth
was what she could learn from them before they ceased to exist as a
race.
It all came back to the same idea, that of live and death which
dominated Jhadurs world. She had mastered death, it obeyed her in
all its myriad forms, she could unleash it or keep it caged away at her
whim and could easily bring death to anyone she wanted. It wasnt
anything great or terrible anymore, she had no feeling when she killed
another sentient, or even when she killed thousands. It wasnt real
power, any fool with a gun or a nuke or a phial of biogenetic agent
could do the same. Real power was life, and that was her ultimate
desire, to exert the same dominance over life as she did over death, to
command it and keep it close to her forever. Life immortal, that was
power.
The Balosian finished speaking, but Jhadur was fixed on the small
child clinging to the Mayors legs. She bent down with a big smile and
gestured at the child.
Come here. She whispered. Come on, dont be afraid.
The mayor moved his hand to hold the child back but one of Jhadurs
guards raised his rifle, and reluctantly the man backed away.
Whats youre name? The smiling Warmaster asked.
The young child, a girl, cautiously walked forward towards the
crouching Dilgar. While young she at least partially understood that
the cat like people on the other side of the wire were not friends, and
was therefore confused by the friendly manner of this particular
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Dont be afraid, I wont hurt you. She continued smiling warmly, the
mayor grimacing in helplessness.
The child moved forward to the wire, to the apparent pleasure of the
well dressed Dilgar leader who smiled with white teeth and wide eyes.
What is your name child?
Manty. The young Balosian whispered quietly.
And is this man your father? she asked, glancing at the Mayor.
Yes miss. The girl replied, assuming the woman was fairly important
so addressing her like one of the school mistresses. The Warmaster
smiled wider, seemingly amused by the title.
He has brought you up well, you are a very well behaved and
respectful little girl. Jhadur complimented softly. She noticed that
beside the girl her father had his hands clenched so tight blood was
seeping between his fingers. That amused her further. Where is your
mother?
The child cast down her eyes. I dont know.
Jhadurs smile slipped and she spoke with an even more gentle tone.
Shes missing?
Yes, we havent seen her since the ground started shaking and the
sky burned.
We were separated during the bombardment. Her father said
accusingly, but held his temper under the steely gaze of Jhadurs
guards.
Jhadur was still focused on the child. Do you think she is alright?
The child did not look up. I dont know. Maybe.
Do you think she is alright? the Warmaster asked. What does your
heart say?
The little girl looked up, slightly brighter. It says shes fine, shes
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Jhadurs smile returned. Then I believe she is. She noticed the Mayor
was getting more and more distressed. You know when I was little I
lost my mother too, just like you have.
Did you find her? The girl chirped.
No, but I know that she is still here, waiting for me and my brother to
come to her. The Warmaster smiled sadly and looked to her brother,
who could not meet her gaze. He always retreated into himself when
they talked about their parents.
I hope you find her. The girl said. and you live happily ever after.
The Warmaster laughed, her cats grin spreading across her face. Why
thank you, you are a good little girl. When was the last time you ate?
Two days ago. She replied.
There isnt much food in the camp. Her father the Mayor added.
Then we must resolve that, Captain, Jhadur turned to her escort.
Make sure these people have their rations. They are important in their
way to our war effort. Lets not waste our resources.
Yes Warmaster.
And you, she returned her attention to the little girl. By beig so
polite you have earned a treat. Jhadur took a piece of candy from her
top pocket, it was yellow and crumbly in texture but had a heavenly
scent. here, take this, Im afraid the other food you get may not be so
tasty, at least for a while.
The girl reached through the wire ant took the offered sweet, eating it
down quickly.
Now remember to eat well and keep your strength up. Jhadur said.
Obey your father and Ill have my people look into finding your
mother.
Really? the child grinned.
Really. Replied the Warmaster. Now, off you go, play with your
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The girl ran off and disappeared into the crowd, her father stepped
back with her. I guess I should thank you. He admitted. Can you
find my wife?
Perhaps. Said the Warmaster. But you must agree it is important
your daughter thinks so. It will keep her strong and we need good
strong workers for our industry, you must all do your part to earn your
food. Do you understand?
I understand.
Good, remember this conversation, you are responsible for ensuring
these people work. Do not let me down.
Jhadur turned and moved away back up the slope she came down, her
guards shouldering their rifles and followed, with her brother running
to catch up.
What the hell was that? Shadur snarled. You talk to these animals
of our mother!
The girl moved me. Jhadur said smoothly.
Are you going to use our troops to find the things own mother? he
said harshly
Of course not. Jhadur scoffed You sound tense, you should relax
more.
Were on the verge of the biggest war in our history, how do you
propose I relax? he snapped.
Immerse yourself in research like I do. She replied. Our work is our
biggest gift.
Shadur growled as the reached the summit. I still dont see why you
help these creatures.
Giving that girl a treat? the Warmaster smiled. Brother, do you not
know me by now? I do not help our enemies, I merely find ways for
them to serve us. The candy had a large dose of compound 291-K, my
latest formula.
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291-K, a biological agent of my own invention. Captain, come here.

Jhadur said plainly as if describing something completely
inconsequential. Make sure to monitor the spread of the contagion
within the camp, the squalid conditions and close packed people
should be ideal for the virus. You know who patient zero is, watch the
child closely and report her progress. I expect a 98 fatality rate within
three to five days of contraction, any who are still alive after that are
to be put in cryo freeze and sent to my team for dissection.
yes Warmaster.
The virus is harmless to our species, but even so take precautions.
You have your orders, dismiss.
They exchanged salutes, then the officer marched away to attend to
his new duties. Jhadur turned and smiled at her brother, raising an
eyebrow at his shocked expression.
I dont understand you. He said. Why did you do it?
Its my research. She said. Or have you forgotten I am in charge of
bio weapons? she chuckled. Oh, dont tell me you care for those
dumb refugees? Not developing feelings are you?
Of course not! Shadur sneered. They are beasts, just because they
walk and talk does not make them like us. But why did you talk to that
child first, why not just hide the virus in its food and have it
delivered?
She shrugged. I honestly dont know. I just wanted a connection with
her I suppose. I wanted to see into her eyes and experience a little of
her life, to understand her and examine her feelings. To empathise
with her. I wanted to know what it was I was destroying., what I was
taking away.
You wanted to be a god. Her brother stated.
His sister laughed. For all my life.
She looked back on the camp one more time, then turned and headed
for the other officers. She had no regrets, the Balosians were nothing
to her besides a means to advance her people by whatever means
necessary. But her brothers question had raised something in her
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point of that? Whatever the reason it wasnt going to just pop up in

her mind, and it wasnt really important. The main concern she had
was to prepare for the coming war, everything she did had that same
goal from infecting the camp to discussing fleet formations.
She banished the thoughts from her mind and looked up into the dim
and dusty sky, making out warships beyond. The League was out
there blissfully unaware that its days were numbered. Time was
almost out.
Balos, high orbit.
Later that day.
Im sorry sir, can you repeat that?
Supreme Warmaster Garshan frowned, he was not used to repeating
himself but Jhadur was one of his ablest commanders and something
of a protg of his, so he would forebear this time.
I said the invasion of the League worlds is being postponed.
But sir, our forces are ready! This is the perfect time! We can beat
them! Jhadur stated emphatically. She was stood in the private
quarters she used on the Dreadnought Dominator, one of the fleets
flagships, staring at the holographic transmission from Omelos. The
room was opulently furnished in browns and golds but not particularly
large, she did have her own customized Dreadnought being built but it
was still over a year from completion, she half expected the war to be
over by the time it was built. That expectation was now evaporating.
The League has stepped up its defenses, and this is a concern to us.
The Supreme Warmaster said. However our intelligence sources tll us
that the League is lazy and in a few months they will return to their
lack of readiness. They will return their fleets to standby and dismiss
their reserves, then we attack.
Master, every month we delay brings our world closer to death!
Jhadur pleaded. You must attack!
If we attack without favorable conditions then our destruction will be
brought about sooner, and not at the hands of our sun but by the
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Master, whatever opposition waits us now we can overcome, I am

positive that
Are you questioning me? Garshan said icily.
No sir. Jhadur lowered her head. Not at all.
Good. He said, then sighed. Listen Jhadur, I know you are a good
officer and I know you want to take your revenge on the Drazi, and
when the tie comes I will unleash you myself, but not yet. There is
more to consider than just the League, there are three other powers
who can affect the course of the war and we must time our actions
with them.
Three powers? she frowned. I understand the Narn and Centauri,
but what is the third? Minbari?
Humans. Garshan said. They live beyond the league, they are new
but may pose an obstacle. Apparently they are on good terms with the
League and it is important to make sure our plans consider them.
Ive heard of them. Jhadur recollected. The Centauri consider them
primitive, weak barbarians.
The Centauri say that about everyone. The Supreme Warmaster
cackled, his aged throat weary from decades of barking orders. But
they handled the Narns very easily in a few skirmishes before treaties
were signed, they may be an obstacle which slows our attack, and as
you know once it begins we cannot slow down for any reason.
I understand Warmaster. Jhadur nodded. The invasion was perfectly
choreographed, a sweeping assault that would crush the League in less
than a year, her own task was to de-populate the billions of
inhabitants on the primary League worlds to make way for the Dilgar
civilians, but without totally wrecking the planetary infrastructures
through orbital bombardment or prolonged ground invasion, which
meant a biological plague. Wiping out billions was easy, the problem
she faced was engineering a plague deadly to the target species but
safe for the following Dilgar.
The Narn are a concern, they are predatory and may attack us as we
launch the invasion. I have opened talks with them aimed at making
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give them some League worlds we dont want so they can profit from
the war.
And the Centauri?
Well thats the real issue isnt it? Garshan said seemingly to himself,
as if his student wasnt present. The Centauri fear us, and that fear
may cause them to act irrationally, to attack us while we are
overstretched. However, there is something going in our favor, an
example of fate smiling on us and encouraging us to take our destiny.
And that is sir?
The Centauri Emperor is dying. Garshan smiled. And when he dies
there will be the usual squabbling among the noble houses before the
successor takes charge, most likely a Lord Turhan, reportedly
something of a pacifist.
A man not likely to start a war with us. Jhadur nodded. Especially if
has to calm down the Centarum and establish a solid power base.
Exactly, a foreign war would be impossible for him to wage within a
year of ascending the throne, and of course by then we would have
conquered all we need. The Supreme Warmaster explained. And
naturally his position would be even more precarious if the Narn were
to attack during the transitional period, I hear they have ships already
massing near Gorash.
Jhadur grinned widely, the old Warmaster could still weave a rich
tapestry of deception. She didnt know how much of a hand he had in
matters but it would only need one or two nudges from him to
convince the Narns that the death of the Emperor was a perfect time
to exact a measure of revenge, and at the same time keep both
governments out of the Dilgar plans.
My compliments sir, Jhadur said. And my apologies, I should not
have questioned your strategy.
You are my best student Jhadur. The old man smiled. Of all the
Warmasters you are the most gifted, the most determined, the most
pure. It is in you the future of the Dilgar rests, you are what we should
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Jhadur was stunned into silence, Garshan was a legend, the most
successful of all Dilgar commanders and a man as hard as iron plates.
He never said more than a few words and even the tiniest praise from
him could make an officers career. To see him smile and hear him
speaking so frankly and openly was totally unexpected, it took all her
effort just to keep her jaw closed.
I have followed your progress intently Warmaster Jhadur. He
continued. And I do not say these things lightly, I have considered
you a daughter in many ways, and my natural successor when the
time comes.
Master, I do not know what to say. She gasped.
Say nothing, I am merely explaining the facts. When this war comes I
will rely greatly on you, I can trust you not to fail me. Continue your
research, be ready. We invade when the Centauri Emperor dies, and
not before.
Understood sir. Jhadur stood to attention.
You are my chosen, Warmaster Jhadur. Garshan said. The Chosen
of the Dilgar, do not forget that.
I wont sir. I will earn that title.
You already have. He smiled again, Jhadur thought probably only for
the second time in his entire life. Then the image disappeared leaving
her breathless. She had known Garshan for years, but he had never
once taken her into his confidence as he did now, perhaps she really
was as important as he thought. The realization was nerve wracking
but also deeply exciting, she was being lined up to rule her people, to
command the great empire they were about to forge and oversee the
resurgence of her race. It was a great honor and a high destiny, and
she knew that it was something she could handle. Ten years ago it had
been different.
Commander Jhadur! the haughty voice had said, causing her to
swivel quickly in her chair. The bright white walls of the research
centre still dazzled her from time to time especially if she was
interrupted.
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He slammed a stack of papers down on the young womans desk with

a face like thunder, and rapidly her smile vanished. Narken was at
least forty years older than her and a formidable personality. Jhadur
may well have been in charge of the research facility in name but it
was this old technician who really ran things. What the hell is this!
Work schedules. She squeaked, cowed by the mans fury.
I can see that. He snarled. But why am I pulling a double shift in Dlab?
Because you are the expert in Cyborganics, and we need that element
of research completed before we can proceed with anything else. So it
needs working on quickly.
I am not working a double shift. He sneered.
But you have to! she said. We must get this work done quickly!
Why? Why the hell should we, whats the rush? he folded his arms
and glared at her.
Jhadur had been sworn to tell nobody about the approaching disaster,
not even her staff in the research facility. You should do it because I
told you to. She replied with no conviction in her wavering voice.
The old technician snorted and walked away, telling her where she
could shove the work schedules.
She stayed in her chair, ashamed at herself for being dominated by
someone who supposedly worked for her. She had only been here a
few weeks and already the stress of the work was getting to her, she
was too young for this, too young to run a hundred staff for the
military, she just wasnt a born leader. She knew that tears were
beginning to well in her eyes as her mind screamed at her, telling her
to just quit and save herself further embarrassment. But there was
another voice, a cool calm reminder that unless she got a grip the
planet would die. It seemed such an extreme thing to say to herself,
but the more she repeated it the more it mattered, and the more it
drowned out her doubts and convinced her to do something. With a
burst of energy and rage she grabbed the work sheets and tore off
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She found him up in D-lab where he was alone having a snack in the
secure area behind thick glass walls where food was strictly regulated
on the facility because of the risk of disrupting a sterile environment,
Narkens actions were blatantly flaunting the rules. He didnt even
acknowledge her presence.
Technician Narken, it is customary to stand when a superior officer
enters the room. Jhadur said sharply.
Who said you were superior?
She tried to ignore the remark, and put the papers on his desk. You
will work on these shifts.
No, I wont.
If not I will be forced to have you arrested for insubordination. She
stated firmly.
Im not one of your soldiers, beside you need me here, so why dont
you get lost and play with your school friends? he smiled maliciously
and shoveled in more food.
Stop eating! she shouted.
No. he grinned and ate some more.
Dammit I order you to stop! Jhadur shrieked, losing all composure.
Im warning you!
Narken rocketed to his fight and stood directly in front of Jhadur, he
was at least six inches taller than her and far larger. With a thin smile
he leered down at her. You want to warn me?
This is intimidation. She said, keeping her voice even despite her
sudden fear. Warmaster Garshan put me in charge!
Yeah, guess youre his new pet. The large technician continued
looking down on her. So why would our greatest leader put a whiny,
sniveling little girl in charge of this place? he chuckled Maybe he and
your mom got really well acquainted say twenty something years
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Jhadur gave him a powerful slap across the face, surprising even
herself. She stood with her mouth wide in shock as she registered her
actions, she couldnt remember the last time she had lost her temper,
certainly not since childhood. Her wide eyes met those of Narken who
stared at her with cold anger.
You stupid little girl. He shook his head. You are so far out of your
depth, this is my lab, my facility. Ive been working here for years, I
was all set up to run this place before you came along. You just walk
in and get handed everything I worked long and hard for. I hate you
little girl, I suggest you resign and let someone more capable take
over, like me.
Never, sh snarled, her own anger taking charge of her thoughts, she
wasnt going to be bullied by this primitive male who thought
intimidation was the way to earn command. I am in charge because I
am better than you, so deal with it.
Deal with it? he growled. Fine, Ill show you how I deal with it.
With vicious speed he pushed Jhadur backwards, the force lifting her
off her feet and hurling her out of the lab. She hit a console on the
outside with a yelp, her head banging the control panel and activating
the lock down sequence. Yellow lights blinked on as the doors to D-lab
slammed shut, trapping Narken inside the secured analysis room. The
lights turned a sickly yellow and warning sirens began to sound.
Jhadur! he banged on the glass. Get up! Get up!
She rolled on the floor, stunned from the impact and blinked her eyes.
The side of her head was pounding with pain, and the screaming sirens
werent helping. She stared up at the white roof now toned yellow in
the light and gradually regained her focus, enough to hear the muffled
shouting from the lab beside her. She slowly turned her head and saw
her attacker banging on the glass with a look of terror on his face.
Hurry! he yelled. The room is sealed, Ill suffocate!
Even in her groggy state Jhadur knew he had hours before he
asphyxiated. She picked her self up, lifting herself onto a chair beside
the control panel and slumped back, closing her eyes and nursing the
pain in her head. The attack had left her in a state of shock, even now
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seemed to be processing information at a snails pace, like an

overloaded computer which she guessed it was in a way.
Commander, the door! the voice continued. She noted absently that
now he wanted something he was giving her some respect.
First of all, I want your word that you will obey my orders. She said
slowly, trying not to stumble over her words. The sides of her head
were still stabbing with pain.
Anything, I cant stand being locked in here!
Second, youre going to face charges for assault.
What? he squealed. Come on, it was only a push! It was nothing!
She felt her anger growing and with it the pain in her head. You
deliberately attacked me! she accused. You will answer for your
crime!
Theyll kick me out of the facility! Ill be destitute, I have a family to
feed!
You should have considered that earlier, before assaulting your
facility leader. She said coldly.
You cant do that! this is my life!
She felt a wave of revulsion for the man, he was nothing now and she
couldnt believe she had been worried about him. He was a bully, a
shallow and self obsessed bully who was now pleading like a slave to
be allowed to continue his ways. Like hell. Now it was Jhadur who had
the power and she would see him begging on the streets before the
day was over. It had been a lesson in power, one she now understood,
he only had power if she allowed him to have it, if she gave it away. It
was something she must always remember, that power could not be
taken from her, only given away.
She leaned over the panel and found the door opening control.
Come on girl, I havent got all day! he called, and Jhadur stopped.
Girl? she said softly. You do not call me girl you call me
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Yes, of course it is.

I dont think so, in fact I think youll just go back to the way you were
once I let you out, that you will once again try to dominate me and the
other workers.
No, no I wont, I swear it! he banged on the glass. Just get me out!
No. she said. No, you are scum, you are nothing! she spat. I have
read your reports, seen you work, all you do is take advantage of
others, and try to do the same to me! all her rage began to well up,
the frustration at not only his treatment but of everything, of the
academy council belittling her, at the sun preparing to snuff out the
world, at the forces who killed her parents, at the whole damn
universe. It opened like floodgates of pain and anger and she slammed
her hand on the control console, not activating the door mechanism
but the labs emergency purge function. Through fierce tears she
watched the lab being doused in intense radiation and that flash
burned up to thousands of degrees, nothing inside could have survived
and in her fury she did not care. For those moments she was not in
control, she gave herself totally to emotion and when she came around
she realized the terrible consequences of doing so. She had taken a
life.
The inquiry was a whitewash of course, Jhadur was too valuable to go
to prison for murder. Officially she had been concussed by a fall and
accidentally pressed the wrong button, a tragic accident for which no
blame was assigned. It seemed she had friends in very high places.
But in the facility the rumors were quietly circling, whispers said she
had killed Narken for not obeying her orders and that despite her age
she was a stone cold killer. Jhadur did nothing to dispel the rumors, it
seemed to help them meet and exceed their targets and she even
began to enjoy the fear she caused in others. But deep down she was
badly shaken, a life had been taken because she lost control. She
resolved never again to give in to emotion, never to act on impulse but
instead to treat life like science, with clinical observations and
distance.
From that moment on she didnt listen anymore to her heart, until she
barely even remembered it was there. The warmth of compassion was
gone forever and she didnt care, her mind told her it was a weakness,
that pity and sorrow were wasted emotions and that the mind could
more than replace the heart as her sole measure of conscience. It was
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serve her people to the best of her abilities. From then on she would
do whatever was necessary and feel nothing for it, the youthful
exuberance was gone and the new Jhadur was born, the person who
would one day become infamous as Deathwalker. And she didnt give a
damn.
Returning her thoughts to the present she frowned, Garshan had
always been her protected and he would not allow her or the Dilgar
race fail. His strategy was sound and delayin the war was necessary. If
he could pounce when the Centauri were weak and perhaps even set
them and the Narns on a collision course it would lead the Galaxys
great powers too busy to interfere in the coming slaughter, and then
only the fractured League would oppose them.
A single thought came to her mind, it told her not to forget the
humans. She considered it for a moment, then laughed it off. The
humans were no concern of hers, if anything they were merely future
slaves, or future victims. She turned to her bed and prepared for
sleep, the following day would be busy, she must immerse herself in
her research and monitor the progress of her latest test subjects, the
future required it and her mind demanded it. Underlining everything
was the one constant in her life, the anti-agapic, and secretly she was
anxious to examine Balosian biology and see if it could yield the final
missing clue to the formula.
She entered sleep with a smile, while on the planet below the death
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Chapter 4
One year later, September 2230
Earth dome, Geneva.
President Hauser marched into his office, entering through the rich
dark wood doors and acknowledging each of the half dozen Generals,
ministers and advisors who stood up from their comfortable leather
chairs as he entered. Briskly he crossed to the dark oak table and
settled down, finding a large collection of folders set out in front of
him.
Well then gentlemen, whats the cause of this meeting? Hauser said
in English but with a thick German accent. In the days since the
formation of the Earth Alliance it had been one of the earliest decisions
that English would be the universal language of government and
commerce to make a global senate and united military a workable
option. There had been vast opposition, mainly from China and the
French, but by then the various Anglo nations headed by the USA and
UK in the North along with Australia and New Zealand to the south had
established themselves as leaders in the space race and first contact
with the Centauri had been in English, therefore the language had
stuck.
Mr President, Minister or State Harry Brogan, was a middle aged
man from the American bible belt, he had a thick southern accent but
was a powerful speaker and firm believer in Earths place at the
forefront of the local alien governments. Thirty five minutes ago
Emperor Deraini of the Centauri Republic died.
The President nodded. I see, not entirely unexpected though, yes?
Correct Mr President. This time it was Carl Durban who spoke. A
native of Sydney Australia Mr Durban had risen through the murky
world of Intelligence to become direct of the Earth Intelligence Agency,
commonly known as the EIA. Centauri news agencies have been
bemoaning his ill health for years now, most of us are surprised he
held on as long as he did. Apparently he died peacefully in his sleep.
Which means he was poisoned. Brogan huffed.
Well, theres no evidence of that, and I would certainly advise all
members of Government to keep such ideas to themselves. Durban
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I agree, we dont want to upset the Centauri. Hauser said.

Still, its probably true. Brogan continued, his attitude to the Centauri
was well known in government circles, he considered them decadent
fools who had no sense of duty or morality. The main course of
advancing is through treachery and assassination.
Well lets keep those views under our hats. Hauser said.
Assassination is no way to become leader of an interstellar Empire,
although I guess it cuts down on election campaigns!
The assembled group laughed politely, all except Durbans aide, a
young man named Morgan Clark who kept respectfully quiet.
Anyway, who do we think will succeed him?
Our sources say a Lord Turhan. Director Durban flicked open his
folder. Page five of the dossier sir.
The President opened a folder on his desk and found a picture and
quick description of Turhan. He already looked rather old, perhaps in
his fifties or even sixties with grey hair. For a few minutes there was
silence as the room read through the summary notes and waited for
the President to finish. English wasnt his natural tongue so it took him
a few minutes longer to read through but eventually he sat back up.
Looks fine to me. He shrugged. I think we can continue our cordial
relationship with the Centauri under his rule.
We agree. Said Durban. He has the support of most of the major
Centauri houses, although as always there are challenges we do not
expect it to turn into a civil war or any sort of fighting for that matter.
However Mr President the process of installing a new Emperor can be
time consuming, especially with a challenger, it could be months
before Turhan formally ascends to the Throne.
During that time there will be a vacuum of power, Brogan said. The
Centauri will turn inwards and their influence on galactic politics will
cease until Turhan establishes himself. Were concerned this period of
instability may encourage some of the more aggressive races to
broaden their horizons as it were.
The Narns? Hauser queried, he was well aware of the expansionist
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suddenly weakened Centauri Republic could give them enough

opportunity to restart their expansion.
Yes sir. Answered Durban. But also the Dilgar, You remember them
from you inaugural briefing and the events of last year?
I remember. President Hauser had been sworn in just a month
before the Dilgar attacked and conquered Alaca, and he had feared an
interstellar war would break out before he could even warm his seat as
President. Thankfully it hadnt and the fall of Balos last year had been
equally limited. You think they will attack the Centauri?
Unlikely sir, but they may feel more confident about attacking others
if they dont have to worry about their borders. Brogan pointed out.
Weve seen how aggressive they are and reports from Balosan
refugees are frankly too disturbing for widespread release.
But I cant see them attacking the Narns or the League, they are just
one fairly small empire correct?
Yes Mr President. Durban said. But we should be cautious, the next
few months may be particularly difficult for interstellar politics until the
Centauri get sorted out. We believe there is a very high chance of
Narn aggression and should be prepared.
Does State agree? President Hauser asked.
Yes sir, we do. Brogan nodded. While we dont expect anything
major we should watch for raids on or border.
Very well, secretary take a note. The President addressed his aide.
Inform Earth force command to set DefCon 4 for all units on the
border worlds and step up patrols until the Centauri leadership returns
to normal.
Yes Mr President. The aide scribbled down the note, then set of to
transmit it. As the doors swung shut behind him the President relaxed,
hed made a big decision without having to worry or stress about it,
this was how a Presidency should be.
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Just one thing sir, kind of relates to our earlier topic. Brogan said
conversationally. Theres a motion in the Senate for us to send
observers to Balos, check up on how the civilian population are doing.
Whats that got to do with us? the President asked. I thought that
blew over a year ago?
Yes sir it did. Brogan agreed. But since then we havent heard
anything from the planet beyond the initial reports, which were not
pleasant. Senator Santiago and a few others are concerned for the
population under the Dilgar occupation, apparently a lot of League
worlds feel the same way.
The President frowned and rubbed his forehead. A number of Balosians
had escaped the occupation and formed a resistance group operating
from Abbai space, they were constantly asking for help and telling lurid
stories of torture and death, which naturally the Dilgar denied. Hauser
didnt really believe them but Dilgar space was a long way away and it
served the Earth Alliance little to go nosing into the affairs of other
races.
Id be willing to look at sending Aid shipments, though I doubt the
Dilgar would allow it, but I dont want to send our people into a hostile
situation uninvited.
I agree Mr President. Director Durban echoed. Too much of a risk
for too little gain.
I believe Senator Santiago would disagree, hed say there are Billions
of sentients in peril on Alaca and Balos. Brogan said.
Is State saying we should intervene? Durban said plainly.
Brogan shook his head and grimaced. I dont know, I think we have a
duty to the galaxy and its inhabitants as we have to all living things in
Gods creation, but at the same time we dont want a confrontation
with the Dilgar. I advise waiting at least until the Centauri situation
stabilizes, then perhaps make discreet enquiries.
Your suggestion is noted. President Hauser said. Now if youll
excuse me gentlemen the Vice President has challenged me to a game
of Racquet ball, and I owe him a good thrashing.
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Garibaldi rocked on the balls of his feet as he stood in line outside the
communications building. Well not exactly outside, he corrected, after
all everything on Mars was in some sort of dome or underground
bunker and as he looked up he could see the familiar red and orange
sky through the metal and glass above. Hed been born in Boston back
on Earth, the son of two Police officers who met on city force and
clicked together. He considered his parents a perfect example of what
a relationship should be, sure they fought and argued but in the end
they always made up because they knew they were better off together
than apart.
Next one! a voice called from the building and the man in front of
Garibaldi went in, leaving Alfredo next in line. A few hours ago Colonel
Longstreet had informed the Regiment they were being redeployed to
the outer colonies and as soon as he was done the entire base had run
for the Communication buildings to place calls to their relatives and
friends telling them the bad news. Garibaldi himself had been in line
for over two hours and was finally at the head of the line, his credit
chit shaking in his hand as he shuffled back and forth with nervous
energy.
Next! the call game and Garibaldi eagerly bounded forward and into
the building. A bored looking Lieutenant met him the door, ran his
credit chit and nodded as it cleared through.
Booth ten, he said. Five minutes only.
Garibaldi felt like arguing, but it wouldnt make a difference it would
just waste his highly valuable time. He quick timed down to the end
booth, on his way he could hear laughter and sobs from the other
booths as the soldiers and family took the news differently. He himself
found it deeply depressing, the deployment could last for months and
hed wanted to spend Christmas at home this year. The army didnt
pay him enough for this.
He reached the booth and settled down, closing the thin door behind
him. He placed his card into the slot below the screen and activated
the dialling sequence, a more local number than some of the other
guys in the unit.
The military logo blinked off to reveal a warmly lit room with some
modest furniture in the background, the top of a dark haired head was
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Hi Michael! Alfredo laughed at the sight. How you doing little fella?
Daddy! he shouted in excitement. Hiya Daddy!
What have you been doing today? You watching those cartoons?
Yeah. The young garibaldi answered. Daffy duck got shot by
hunters.
No kidding? Hows he doing?
He got shot full of holes, but hell be okay, hes going into space
next.
You see, you cant stop Daffy. Alfredo laughed. Wheres your Mom?
Making dinner, hey mom! the kid yelled with a startlingly loud voice.
Daddys on the vid!
You watch out for the Duck Dodgers show, itll be on soon. I
remember seeing them when I was a kid with my dad. Alfredo
grinned.
You coming back soon?
Soon, but not for a while yet. Alfredo smiled with more sincerity than
warmth. Ive got a few jobs to do first, but were still on for Christmas
okay?
Sure thing dad, hey moms here!
The child was replaced by his mother Sophia, her long dark hair and
blue eyes always made his heart jump a little, even after thirteen
years of marriage she was still quite the sight for sore eyes.
Hi there Sweetheart. He grinned like a schoolboy. Hows things?
Pretty good, I wasnt expecting a call until later on, has something
happened? she said concernedly, there was no hiding things from the
wife.
Weve got orders to move out, we go in two days.
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Orion colony. He said. I cant say a lot more but its just garrison
duty, Ill be able to call you every day.
From the other side of the Alliance? she sighed. Dammit Freddy
youll be lightyears away!
Sophia, sweetie I cant help where they send me, Im pretty damn
annoyed about it too. In fact he felt a lot more strongly about it but
was careful to watch his language with his son in earshot.
Will you be back for Christmas? she demanded.
I dont know honey, I hope so but you know what the armys like.
You going into battle? Sophia asked, a waver in her voice.
No honey, absolutely not, dont worry about that. he smiled
reassuringly. We have no enemies, and Orion is perfectly safe. Look,
they havent cancelled our leave so Im still on for Christmas, even if I
have to hitch hike back on a Pakmara garbage ship Ill be home for
the party, thats a promise.
You swear it Freddy? she asked solemnly holding in her emotion.
You swear youll be back here for your son?
Garibaldi had no hesitation. I Swear it, whatever happens Ill be back
for Christmas. Hey Mikey, you hear that? Ill see you at Christmas!
The young child cheered, causing a shared smile from his parents.
Look Sweetheart I gotta go, there are a thousand other guys need to
call home, Ill call you from Orion colony, look after things okay?
Well be here waiting. She smiled sadly. Keep safe Freddy.
Love to you both. He touched the screen, and Sophia did the same.
Love to you.
Bye daddy! called little Michael, then the transmission ended. Alfredo
sat for a while, just smiling. He was proud of his family, more so than
anything else in the universe and they kept him going. His bond with
the guys in his squad was something unique and unbreakable, they
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promise.
Five minutes are up Private Garibaldi. A voice said, accompanied
with a bang on the door. Move along.
He left the building, walking past the anxious line waiting their own
turn to speak to home and family. He shook hands with Tucker on the
way past and asked him to say hi to his kids for him, both their
children went to the same school and were good friends along with
many others who had mothers and fathers at the base. They called
Mars home now and Garibaldi had met Sophia on his first visit to the
red planet.
Originally Alfredo had tried to join the Police on Earth, but in high
school the young Alfredo had been arrested for brawling in the street,
and even though it was totally justified the Police couldnt take him on
in his native Boston, despite his parents excellent service. So instead
he went to Mars and tried again with similar results, eventually he took
a job with a private security firm, and there he met Sophia. Thirteen
years later they were still together and just as happy, although they
had been tested five years ago when Alfredos job had dried up and
hed found himself unemployed, ultimately joining the army to provide
for his family. It tuned out to be his second best decision so far, he fell
right into the military life and despite being in his late twenties he
made a good Private and got on well with the younger guys and taking
responsibility for the squads welfare which saw him get his first stripe.
Sometimes the Army messed him about, like today, but all in all it was
a good life and a good future.
He strolled into his particular barrack and dropped on his bed, he held
the picture of his family for a few moments with a warm grin, then
started to sort out what kit was going with him on deployment.
Two days later,
Olympus Mons Military Spaceport.
Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Colonel Longstreet drawled.
Now that were all paced and ready to go I can reveal our particular
postings.
The departure room of the port was crammed with green clad troops
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while stacks of crates further down the hall held their various weapons
and hardware. The 99th was a little different from most Earth force
regiments being specialists in hostile environments and conducting
warfare on worlds that would kill most life forms in seconds. As such
they didnt operate much heavy equipment like a mechanized division
but did have the very cutting edge of technology the Army could
provide, including sentry guns, fully integrated re-breather units for
long term deployments to hostile environments and brand new PPG
rifles.
The higher ups have decreed that we will be assigned fleet protection
duty. Longstreet continued, the announcement was met with groans.
Fleet protection meant the Regiment would be split up assigned as
security details to warships in Earth Alliance service. Technically it was
the job of the Marines but there was a grey area between light infantry
duties like the 99th performed and the duties the rest of the Army
performed which often saw Light infantry doing the same jobs as
Marines, which no one liked. Supposedly it was explained as cross
training the units for different roles, but in truth it was because there
werent enough Marines to go around so the Army took up the slack,
the consequence of most Earth Government funding going into warship
construction instead of ground force recruitment.
First Battalion, first Company, listen up. The Colonel read of a list.
When we arrive these will be your assignments, Red Platoon, EAS
Persephone, White Platoon, EAS Hyperion, Blue Platoon, EAS Aegea.
Garibaldi grinned with the rest of red platoon, the Persephone sounded
like a cruiser, which was the most desired posting besides a starbase
for space deployment. Cruisers were fairly spacious and designed for
crew comfort on long missions unlike Dreadnoughts which had most of
their space occupied by weapons, fighters and spare parts. The worst
assignment was Corvettes or Frigates, short range vessels with barely
enough space to move and constant noise as the little ships power
plants tried to keep it moving. A Cruiser assignment was just fine.
Garibaldi heard a few more names as the Colonel read out the rest of
the Regiments assignments, he recognized the Lexington, Brooklyn
and Prometheus as cruisers, and sympathized when Charlie Company
was assigned to the warships Churchill, Patton and Bismarck, which
sounded like Dreadnoughts. Still the lack of fortune for his comrades
didnt dampen his mood as and he the company were dismissed and
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Three hours later they were still waiting, sat with a beautiful
panoramic view of the launching pads and runways of the port with the
towering volcano of Olympus Mons itself in the distance Garibaldi was
happy just to take in the view, however the rest of the Company was
less easily pleased and Lieutenant Sanchez, Garibaldis Platoon
commander, started a little quiz to keep them busy.
Private Garibaldi, he said. Why dont you answer this one?
Sir? he blinked and focused on the officer. Sanchez was a good man
and respected, but sometimes a little too enthusiastic.
The question was what is the range on a CPPG unit? the officer said
kindly, the rest of the platoon turned their eyes to watch him.
Nine hundred meters in standard atmosphere sir.
Very good, how about rate of fire and ammunition capacity?
Rate of fire can be varied, but basic setting is a thousand rounds per
minute. Standard fusion batteries on the Sentry mounting provide for
twenty five thousand rounds, but the weapon can also use fifty round
caps if it needs to be carried by its operator sir.
You see Sergeant Sosobowski, Garibaldi has all the answers!
Sanchez grinned at the Platoon sergeant who simply nodded. Now,
whats the weight of a Baldur IFV? he asked the whole group, and a
few raised their hands. Garibaldi however returned to the view, the
stark beauty of Mars had captivated him almost as much as Sophia, he
often felt like some sort of frontiersman out here, like the pioneers of
the old west or the first space explorers and it made him respect
them.
His gaze was centered on a team of well insulated ground crew
directing a menacing looking Battle tank into the hold of a landing
craft, apparently a delay with the previous battalion had bumped the
whole schedule, but as the tank was finally loaded the heavy figure of
Captain Richard Franklin stalked powerfully towards the Platoon.
Lieutenant Sanchez, report to bay ten, were moving out.
Yes Captain. He saluted and turned to the men. Alright guys, get
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Lead the way. Private Bugs Malone grinned. Lead the way to the
departure terminal! Woo-yaa.
Did you say something there Private? Sanchez raised an eyebrow.
No sir, just clearing my throat sir. He replied quickly.
Glad to hear it, if that throat thing keeps up I might have to assign
you extra PT to try and sort it out. He smiled wickedly.
Feeling much better sir, thank you sir. He darted forward with his
pack under the amused eyes of the platoon.
Follow Bugsy then. Sanchez nodded, and as one they headed for the
launch bay.
The launch was spectacular, Garibaldi had managed to get a seat next
to Sanchez almost at the front of the shuttle, and the pilots werent in
a sealed enclosure allowing him an almost unobstructed view through
the cockpit windows. He watched in pure wonder as the orange sky
first paled and then darkened into the black of space as the craft
effortlessly broke out of Martian gravity and eased into orbit. Far
ahead of them he could see the blinking lights of another shuttle,
probably the HQ platoon and Captain Franklin following the same
vector as Garibaldis own ride, and he expected the rest of the
Company was following on behind him.
Thats our destination, Sanchez pointed out helpfully. The Tampa
bay.
Garibaldi and a few other guys leaned forward and glimpsed the
massive grey troop ship, one of the Tantalus class, which were
common sights near bases. He was immediately grateful it was an
official troop ship and not some commandeered freighter, hed had
nightmares about being crammed solid in some spluttering freighter
like a sardine under attack from raiders. As he saw more outside
however he decided Raiders wouldnt be a problem.
Wow, look at all those ships! Bugs gasped beside him, echoing his
own thoughts. Looks like somebody noticed how important I am,
bout time I got a decent escort! he said joking.
Rather than a single troop ship as the shuttle got closer Garibaldi
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Scattered around them were a dozen corvettes and a pair of heavy

cruisers, their lean frames prowling past the bulky troop vessels.
Looks like a major redeployment. Sanchez nodded. Guess that
armored Battalion is heading our way too.
Holy crap! Sergeant Sosobowski exclaimed, immediately huffing in
embarrassment. Sorry sir, but just look at that!
Sanchez peered in the direction his Sergeant advised, with Garibaldi
craning after him, and sure enough his eyes widened at the sight.
Beyond the impressive troop fleet was a squadron of the latest
Dreadnoughts, the astonishingly mean looking Nova class. Usually
seeing one or two of these vessels was a treat, but Garibaldi had
counted twenty before the shuttles course moved them out of view,
and a heavy escorting force of cruisers and corvettes with them. It
was a massive gathering of firepower, more than hed seen before and
from the Sergeants reaction more than that veteran too.
Oh yeah, major redeployment. Sanchez repeated. I guess the Joint
Chiefs want a show of strength to the alien races, theres supposed to
be a bit of trouble on the Centauri border according to ISN, guess they
want to discourage someone trying the same to us.
A division or two of battleships should send that message sir.
Sosobowski nodded. And I guess sending reinforcements to the
garrisons on the outer colonies is the same message.
Well at least we know why were going. Sanchez shrugged. And it
should mean a short term deployment, at least until the Centauri
problems die down. Thats pretty good news.
Garibaldi smiled a little, it was good news, it meant he was a show of
force and when the show was over hed be back home, maybe in a
month or two tops. As the shuttle settled into its final approach he
caught a better glimpse of a passing Nova. If Earth force wanted to
intimidate aliens a bunch of those ships were the perfect messengers,
over a kilometer of thick armor plate and rows of huge cannons lining
its length, the thing was about as subtle as brick to the face. There
was no question about what those ships were built to do, they didnt
have bright glaring colors like Narn ships, or rows of spikes and
mandibles like the Dilgar enjoyed using, they simply didnt need them,
they just naturally looked like they were ready to bust heads, no
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tried to tangle with one of those monsters was going to come off
second best. Then the ship disappeared as the troop shuttle entered
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Chapter 5
Gorash Star System
Centauri Space
October 2230
Patrol was a waste of time and effort. In fact not only was patrol in
generally a waste of time and effort, but patrol of this particular
system was a highly offensive waste of his time and effort, he could
only conclude that at some point he had deeply insulted the gods to be
left with such a dreary and ignoble assignment.
This particular system was part of the territory claimed by House
Jaddo, one of the older and relatively influential political families in the
great Centauri Republic, and as a loyal servant of the house Captain
Andune would follow his orders to check up on the families territories,
though inside he believed he was meant for better things.
Unfortunately there was nothing better, Andune had been born in the
wrong age and had missed the glory days of the Republic by a good
few hundred years, although he would have settled for a commission
just a few decades ago during the second great expansion which had
led to contact with those triple damned Narns. He often dreamed of
leading the expeditionary force to that planet and simply bombing it
instead of setting up a colony and therefore sterilize the galaxy of its
greatest plague. The remembrance of the long held dream made him
smile.
Gorash was a blasted and empty world incapable of supporting life, a
few domed colonies existed but it was mainly ignored, its only value as
a location of raw materials for the House Jaddo fleet yards. Each of the
great houses of the Centaurum maintained a respectable sized navy
used mostly for securing their respective territories from outsiders,
ostensibly raiders and aliens but more usually each other. While
nowhere near as formidable as the centrally controlled Royal Navy the
local house fleets were still a considerable threat to border worlds and
each other, and with the sudden absence of an Emperor tensions were
running higher than usual necessitating an increased presence from
the different fleets, just to show they were ready to protect their
territory.
Our sensors show nothing Captain. Commander Kentan reported
from his post. Just like they showed nothing the last three times we
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Andune gave him a nod, he appreciated the officers boredom and from
the general atmosphere on the bridge could sense it was a common
feeling. The Centauri fleets werent meant for such dull duties, they
should be duelling with Drazi raiders or playing a game of wits with the
Dilgar, not guarding a system which nobody wanted to visit, let alone
attack.
Well run one more sweep, then go home and report our duty done to
Lord Jaddo.
The crew brightened up a little and recalibrated the sensors as the ship
turned from the main planet and pointed its nose outwards to head on
another leisurely journey between the different outposts on its circuit.
His ship was a fairly powerful unit, the crescent winged Demos class
attack ship which had become a familiar design since the Orieni war
ended with a less than thunderous victory. The vessel was designed
for high speed attacks and hunting with its sisters across the lines of
battle, and every morning Andune would ask the pantheon of gods to
grant him the chance to show the full potential of his ship and crew, he
asked for war.
Picking up hyperspace disturbances! Officer Kentan said with mixed
anxiety and glee, finally something was happening. A jump point is
opening!
Andune bolted upright and scrambled to the sensor station. Theres
nothing scheduled to come in system. He said. What ship is it?
Cant get a reading yet. The sensor officer reported. Well have to
wait until it clears the vortex.
A million possibilities went through his mind, could it be raiders, an
alien power perhaps? Was it a cargo ship in distress? Maybe a freighter
belonging to a League power which he could claim as plunder. Either
way his twin hearts were racing at the notion of something actually
happening out here.
Great maker, the officer said in astonishment. A Narn heavy
cruiser!
Narns? Andune was just as surprised. Just the one?
Yes sir, one of those double hulled designs, moving slowly for the
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Fantastic! Andune grinned. Charge cannons and ready torpedoes,

set us up on a flank attack and tell House Jaddo local command we
have a Narn attacker!
The attack ship swung onto course and without even a warning or
demand to surrender locked its weapons on the Narn cruiser. Captain
Andune said a quick thank you to the gods for this glorious
opportunity to prove his prowess, and then opened fire. The ion and
matter pulses hammered the port side hull of the Narn cruiser, sending
black debris and puffs of atmosphere erupting into space. The Narn
cruiser fired back with its plasma cannons but they had no chance of
hitting a fast moving ship like the Demos at such range. Andune
brought the destroyer tightly around and locked torpedoes on the Narn
ships drive and power plant.
Thisll discourage the Narn from raiding our space! he grinned
widely, imagining the praise and laurels which waited for him. Destroy
them!
The Centauri ship opened its bow doors and from them dropped a
number of small spheres crammed with explosives, they flared into life
and raced for the back of the Narn ship, its point defense guns failing
miserably to intercept them, and in turn burned into the ships armored
hull, shredding engine connections and containment systems for the
ships fusion reactor. Bright orange flames blossomed from the
ruptured engines, the force of their escape acting like uncontrollable
maneuvering thrusters and shunting the vessel sideways as secondary
explosions wracked the cruiser.
Andune watched with pride as the enemy ship folded in on itself and
then ripped like paper, bending its structure and hurling sections of
hull across space as its reactors detonated. It was a flawless victory,
quick and painless for his ship and worthy of a promotion to a combat
fleet, with a little luck.
Inform base the enemy raider is destroyed, then hold position until
reinforcements arrive to confirm our kill.
Absolutely sir. Kentan replied enthusiastically, this was why he had
joined the navy, to achieve a swift victory and progress in social
standing based on the attached praise. Im glad we stayed for
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Devotion to duty is always rewarded Commander. Andune smiled.

And today proves that, well done crew, today we proved that we are
still Lions.
Alaca Star system
Occupied by the Dilgar
Now it is in motion, the wheel turns and soon it is our people who will
be doing the conquering.
Warmaster Lenchar nodded in agreement. Indeed, you have come far
and the time is right for you to take revenge.
The head of Imperial Intelligence was sitting comfortably on the main
orbital Starbase created by the Dilgar navy as the local command
facility, it was deemed setting up on the surface of the conquered
planet was unnecessary and frankly distasteful. The Alacans below
were slaves busily mining their own world to feed the Dilgar war
machine, the leaders of that military saw no reason to rub shoulders
with their workers or visit the dust filled and ravaged world, so they
lived above in luxury. He offered his guest another drink, one which
was accepted gladly.
The Centauri destroyed the ship without any warning or attempt to
communicate. Lenchar said. Exactly as you predicted.
His companion nodded his bald head, the lizard like features and faded
graying spots hardly noticeable in the dim light. It was a sad
sacrifice. The Narn said. Our people will be remembered as martyrs
like so many others, but it achieved its aim, it created a moment of
Centauri aggression I can use to keep our people angry and ready for
war.
GQuonthTiel was one of the most powerful members of the Narn
Regime, a famed resistance leader during the occupation and now one
of the first circle of the Khari GQuonth was something of a hero, even
legend to the Narns, and he would be listened to.
How will you explain the ship entering Centauri territory? the Dilgar
asked.
An accident, the ship was experiencing engine troubles and had to
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Centauri territory, unfortunately instead of offering help the Centauri

mercilessly destroyed the damaged ship, killing all onboard.
An excellent story. The Warmaster approved. Itll whip your people
into a frenzy of revenge, they will demand retribution.
They will, but we must be cautious, we do not want a full scale war
with the Centauri just yet, though we are ready. The Khari
representative emphasized. No, but we do think the Centauri want a
war even less than we do, and with their current leadership situation
they will try and buy us off, giving us a star system or two to keep us
quiet, which will satisfy me for now. He grinned and sipped more
Dilgar brandy.
You dont want to conquer the Centauri, subjugate them to your will?
Lenchar frowned.
What sort of question is that? Of course we do! GQuonth said loudly
with a deep barrel laugh. But we are a patient race my friend, we
dont have the resources to launch a full scale war and probably wont
have for many years yet to come. No, we will bide our time, slowly
increase our holdings and build our strength until we have a fleet to
make the stars dim in fear. Then, on that day, we will teach the
Centauri the meaning of revenge.
Lenchar shrugged. So be it, though we are ourselves are not the
most patient of races, we believe in settling our debts quickly.
As we will all soon see! the Narn laughed again. Youre an ambitious
race, I give you that, but also very clever. His face turned serious.
Very clever indeed.
We know our enemies. The Intelligence chief allowed. Our campaign
in the League will be swift, and when it is concluded we will be a power
greater than the Centauri, and powerful allies to have.
Oh, I agree with that. GQuonth smiled and drained his glass. The
Khari will formalize our non aggression pact as soon as I return, you
can be assured your border is safe from us, in return for the border
territories within Drazi space.
My government hands them to you with gladness. Lenchar said.
Weve always respected Narns, you have spirit and vision, we look
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As do we, we will toast our future over the fires of conquest, and the
settling of old debts. Once again the Narn laughed heartily, and
Lenchar sipped his cool drink in amusement.
Jhadur had not forgotten Lenchars earlier failure, and even as he
briefed his fellow Warmasters on the successful Narn treaty she
regarded him with cold eyes. Despite the Supreme Warmasters
strategic plan she still blamed him for letting the Abbai get a good look
at the Balos assault force and so recognize the true strength of the
Dilgar navy. Since then the Abbai and Drazi had instituted a massive
build up of forces and contingencies which would make the opening
campaigns a lot more difficult than they should be. His misjudgement
would cost many lives, maybe even his own.
Assembled around a steel table the other leaders applauded him as he
finished and sat down, with the Narn border safe and the Centauri
consumed in their own agenda there was nothing now to interfere with
the invasion.
Warmasters of the Imperium. Garshan now stood and surveyed his
subordinates. The time of destiny is at hand. Each of you knows what
is at stake, the great secret and curse of our race. Today we change
that. Today we begin our great crusade to bring deliverance to our
species. Today the new Dilgar Imperium begins.
Jhadur clapped politely with the other Warmasters, but her mind was
elsewhere. The Drazi fleet had grown greatly over the last year, and
while a large force was guarding the Narn border most ships were
ready to respond to an attack from Dilgar space. The latest
reconnaissance showed major fleets at Latig and Fendimir with the
main force deployed as a reserve in the home system. It was a force
which could severely slow down the assault, and speed was certainly
of the essence in this war. The Drazi were by far the biggest threat.
You men and women will be leading our people, the Supreme
Warmaster continued. It is you who will shape our destiny, who will
drive the will of the Dilgar like a blade into our enemies hearts! Each
of you has earned this right through your skill, your dedication and
your overwhelming desire to serve our race and see it survive and
prosper. Now we will have that chance.
Jhadur was also concerned about the Abbai, the peaceful race had
recently built their first offensive warships, not really a match for the
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used as mobile defense elements rather than fleet units. The Abbai
had fortified a few key worlds, including their homeworld and its
closest neighbor and the main colony at Utriel with an almost
impregnable network of mines, satellites and even battlestations. Any
assault on those planets would be mired in its own blood and there
was little hope of surprise.
Go now to your fleets. The great leader extolled. Go and prepare,
we will not meet again like this until we have achieved our primary
objectives in the coming campaign, the seizure of forward bases for
the continued progression of the war. You all know what is expected of
you and your fleets. Go, and always remember, you are the Dilgar
peoples last, best hope for survival.
The Warmasters stood, bowed, and then headed for the door.
Warmaster Jhadur, a moment if you please. Garshan said as she
stood. Lenchar gave her a cold glance, which she responded to with a
wide grin. She was the favorite of the old leader and she made sure
her would be rivals knew it, she was better than them and when
Garshan passed they would take their orders from her.
The last officer left, closing the doors behind him and leaving the
Supreme Warmaster and his student stood facing each other across
the table. Two generations separated them, Garshan had fought long
and hard to reach this position while Jhadur had advanced with
lightning speed thanks to her enormous talent and ruthless nature.
They were in many ways opposites but had a unity of purpose and
respect for each other, both knew they couldnt trust anyone else
except each other and that bond was central to their working
relationship.
Are you ready for this? he asked breaking the silence.
More than anything. She replied confidently.
This is total war, the attacks on Balos and Alaca were quick and
painless, for us at least, but the coming battles will be bloody affairs.
Tens of thousands of Dilgar will die, you will lose friends and
confidants. You will lose ships and divisions. You will sometimes lose
battles, can you be sure you will not lose hope?
We cannot afford to, we have less than five years remaining to our
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had shaped her life and choices. We cannot barter and bargain, we
cannot always choose our battles, we must proceed and dominant our
enemies through whatever means necessary.
Good. He smiled, You remember my teachings. What are the main
principles of modern war?
Aggression, discipline, planning, adaptability, technology and money.
If one is lacking or ignored we will be defeated.
Correct, you will notice that most races in the galaxy display a few of
these traits but each lacks something. Garshan explained. The Drazi
are fearsome warriors but their lack of discipline will be their undoing.
The Abbai, advanced and stoic but not aggressive enough to drive us
back, same for the Brakiri. The Narn and Centauri possess these
abilities but do not exploit them fully, we are the only ones who have
mastered all the tenets of modern war. Numbers are irrelevant,
purpose is irrelevant, victory goes to those who master war, victory
will go to us. Seek out weakness and exploit it in your enemies
Jhadur, and victory will be ours.
Yes Master. She said. I will not fail, I have never failed.
I believe you. He grinned. Your fleet is my silver bullet, you will go
where the fighting is fiercest and remedy the situation using whatever
means necessary.
It is my honor to serve Warmaster. She said sincerely.
Then go, your fleets are massing on the Drazi border. In two days we
will take the measure of our enemies and drive them to ruin, for the
future my good student.
To the future, my great mentor. She saluted and with military
precision marched out of the room leaving the Supreme Warmaster
alone. He paused before following her, contemplating these last few
hours of peace in the galaxy before the noise and chaos of war. This
was one of those odd moments of total clarity when everything
seemed absolutely perfect, he could see every single aspect of his
future and the present, he perceived it like a great mechanism of cogs
and gears which at this moment was synchronized to perfection. The
warships and armies were poised, the enemy apparently oblivious to
the attack. The Narn and Centauri were on a collision course and the
League was its usual divided self. The Minbari were as silent as ever

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sentient rights.
The way ahead was completely clear, a long straight road stretching to
the horizon with no visible obstacles on it. All they had to do was go
forth and kill everything they saw around them, ten long years of
planning and preparation had come to this one single moment of
perfect vision. The galaxy would never be the same again.
Orion Colony,
Earth Alliance Space.
Private Garibaldi exhaled and laughed a little in relief as he felt some
weight pressing back down on his feet. After the best part of a week in
zero gravity the sudden return to normal was greatly appreciated,
even if it was only on a station and not the planet itself. The shuttle
had docked successfully with Red platoon on board and the whole unit
had managed to file out in record time, more than eager to get back in
a positive gravity environment. As the elevator from the central
docking bay headed for the habitat ring the gravity returned gradually
as centripedal force began to take effect, rising to Earth normal by the
time it stopped and opened its doors.
Halleluiah! Private Tucker exclaimed. Id forgotten what it felt like to
have my stomach settled!
The amount of chow you shovel down Im surprised you couldnt feel
it even in zero G. Private bugs Malone observed.
Save it until we get billeted boys. Lieutenant Sanchez advised. You
all got your hall passes?
A series of affirmative answers met him as they stepped from the
large cargo elevator and out onto the stations main corridor, a long
plain set of walls stretching right around the station in a great circle.
From outside the base looked like a simple hollow wheel with a central
hub for shuttles and spokes leading to the main ring structure. It
served as the local command post for military units while a similar but
less well armed station orbited on the opposite side of the planet to
handle civilian concerns. They were Spartan and cramped but a lot
more comfortable than the troop ship. He dug in his pocket and
retrieved his billet card, the hall pass as Sanchez had joked, which told
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Alright people, go get settled in. See you all at seventeen hundred in
the mess, the Captain has your specific assignment and departure
times so dont be late. The Lieutenant stated, then headed off for his
own quarters. The NCOs and regular troopers were assigned four to a
room, while the Lieutenant and other junior officers were two to a
room, apparently even the Battalion Majors were having to bunk
together due to a lack of space, it seemed like half of Earth force had
arrived in this otherwise quiet sector.
On the journey in the 99th had shared their transport with a Battalion
of armoured cavalry also heading for Orion. Garibaldi and Bugs had
been admiring rows of Thor tanks pinned down on the floors, walls and
ceilings of the ships zero gravity cargo holds when one of the units
Corporals had turned up and started a conversation over freeze dried
ice cream, on odd powdered substance with an expiry date sometime
after the sun exploded. The Corporal had confirmed thoughts about
the deployment, hed seen a whole armoured division load up before
Garibaldis unit arrived and heard from some buddies in another unit
that at least four more divisions were being sent to other outer
colonies. When Garibaldi mentioned the fleet of warships hed seen
over Mars the Corporal had agreed it was just more evidence and
decided that there must be a Narn battlefleet on its way to invade
Earth space.
While Garibaldi hadnt believed the last part he had believed that
things were escalating. He had learned from a crewman on the
transport that most frontier patrols were handled by police cutters and
sometimes corvettes, almost never by cruisers and certainly not
dreadnoughts and carrier battlegroups which the 99th was being
deployed as security for. It had unnerved Garibaldi a little but he still
held firm to the belief it was just a short term show of force, and that
itd be over soon.
He found his quarters and swiped the lock with his billet card, causing
the door to clank open. He threw his kit on the nearest bed while
Bugs, Tucker and Private Reiner followed him in and tried to make
themselves at home.
Dont get too comfortable, he warned, a virtual impossibility in these
surroundings, Well probably be spaceborne again in a day or two.
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Look at this way, at least you wont feel overweight in zero-G, just
look it. Bugs prodded.
Solid muscle this! Tucker thumped his barrel sized torso. Anyway,
Id be careful if I were you, wouldnt want to wake up outside the
station would you?
Knock it off guys. Garibaldi sighed. Try and get some sleep with
normal gravity, itll be the last for a while so enjoy it.
His fellow soldiers relaxed and dropped on their bunks, and with
remarkable speed were asleep. Alfredo reached into his uniform
pockets, the all resistant fabric of the clothing proof against all known
biological agents, and found his most treasured possession. He took
the photograph of his wife and child and pressed it up on the wall
beside his bunk, taking a few moments in the dim light to savour the
image.
Good night. He whispered to them, then he too closed his eyes and
in minutes was fast asleep.

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Chapter 6
Hyperspace
Divisions one to fifty are reporting ready Warmaster. A Captain said
with undisguised glee, the prospect of battle clearly very exciting to
him. Our airwings are docked and ground forces prepared to follow us
into battle.
And the supply situation? Jhadur asked calmly, her face a picture of
neutrality in the busy command centre of the Dreadnought Conqueror.
Our vessels are freshly loaded, we have fuel and food for a full six
months operation, and approximately two weeks worth of attack craft
ordinance and spares. More than enough for our needs.
Do not be so sure Captain. Jhadur commented. There seems to be
an attitude that this war will be over in weeks, I assure you it will not.
I would never question you Warmaster, but our opponents are surely
not powerful enough to stop us? the officer replied respectfully.
As a whole, no they arent. however we must be cautious in our
planning and execution of battle. We cannot afford constant heavy
losses and our enemies will fight with courage if not with skill. Be
aware of your enemy, it is the first rule of war.
Yes Warmaster. He answered.
Jhadur looked at the banks of screens each showing statistics and
reports from her fleet massing for the assault into Drazi space. As the
Captain had confirmed everything was ready, and he had also proven
the Dilgar fleet had the single most crucial weapon in their arsenal
prepared, the confidence and willpower to win. Over a thousand ships
had massed in her fleet, with other Warmasters further forward and
across at Abbai space commanding similar fleets. The attack was
designed as a perfectly simultaneous strike, two fleets would hit Drazi
space while another two fleets struck the Abbai colonies. The main
reserves would be held centrally to support either operation but
Jhadurs personal force would act independently, a sign of her esteem
in the Supreme Warmasters eyes, and she had decided to personally
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I will be in my quarters. She said. Inform me when the assault

fleets begin moving.
As you wish. The officer nodded and saluted.
Jhadur made her way to the spacious facilities set aside for the fleet
commander. They were simple two roomed quarters and fairly small,
but on a warship they were considered almost palatial. She settled
down and took a quick sip of a potent Dilgar wine, then activated the
private communication system wired into her wall display. In a few
moments the desired image appeared.
Brother. She smiled. It is good to see you, you are well I hope?
You dont have to keep checking up on me every week, I am capable
of taking care of myself you know. He said. But it is good to hear
from you.
You can understand my concern, she smiled. I hear you will be at
the vanguard of our attack on the Abbai, it is a noble and honorable
task.
Indeed, and I wonder if I was assigned this position on your
influence?
She did not answer straight away, frankly if she had the choice she
would make sure that Shadur was as far from battle as possible and
that his command of the leading elements of the fleet was a virtual
death sentence. It is not by my hand, but perhaps someone
understands your value. She said, and recognized the affect of his
death on the female Warmaster. Just make sure you live long enough
to collect your promotion.
Consider it a guarantee. Shadur smiled. I know what this battle
entails and how the Abbai fight, I have no intention of attacking them
head on in a rush for glory like many of our commanders seek to do. I
will use some intelligence in the matter and avoid getting my ships cut
to ribbons in the guns of the Abbai.
Just remember the Abbai are powerful in defense but useless in
attack, they have no concept of mobile warfare, use these apparent
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I will sister, and you watch out for the Drazi, they are supposed to be
vicious animals.
They are. Jhadur said darkly, an image of her fathers ship burning
under Drazi guns came unbidden into her mind. They were going to
suffer for the pain they had brought her family in the past. Brother,
do you have the weapons I developed?
They are in our magazine on the Dominator, our orders are to use
them at the earliest opportunity.
When you deploy them get full readings, as much data as you can.
She enthused. This is ten years of work finally reaching fruition, we
must know its effects and the efficiency of the delivery system.
Sister, you over think these things. He laughed. Of course Ill take
the measurements, I more than anyone know how hard you worked on
these devices. They will work, and it will be to the betterment of all
our people, and the terror of our enemies!
Victory, brother. She announced. And life to our people.
Stay safe, youre the only family I have left! he grinned. It would
get very boring without you.
Same to you, watch those Abbai lasers, they are very nasty at long
range and go through our ships disturbingly well.
Ive seen the briefings. He chided. You really dont need to keep
worrying about me.
Older sisters privilege. She said.
Older? By about fifteen seconds! he chuckled.
Respect your elders. She said in a firm manner before breaking into
a smile. I will be waiting to hear your victory report.
And I expect to see yours on the news net. May fate smile on us.
Fate has nothing which a few well placed nukes wont reverse.
Jhadur intoned. Trust in your own judgment and dont be afraid to
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I can see why the fleet likes you! Shadur laughed. With that
attitude youll win a lot of friends.
Just concentrate on winning battles, remember we dont need to have
cities still standing or slave populations, just living space. She told
him the same things she told her own officers. Just destroy
everything, leave nothing behind you but blackened ash and it will
drive terror before you like a storm. Kill their morale, make them fear
you and you have already defeated them.
Id hate to be your enemy. Shadur observed. I better go, were
almost at the jump point.
Take care of yourself. Jhadur said. Ill be waiting.
Utriel Colony
Abbai Matriarchy
October, 2230
Once this particular part of the galaxy had been tranquil, a peaceful
and blissful location to exist and grow old at. The planet itself was
capable of supporting generous amounts of life and had a rich
ecosystem along with numerous useful minerals in the nearby
asteroids and more barren worlds orbiting the local star. To the Abbai
it was a demi paradise and a great many had settled here, but in
recent years something had changed.
Now a ship entering the system was greeted by picquets at the jump
gate and escorted by police ships along set routes. The planet itself,
while still a blue and green orb, was ringed in steel and dormant fire.
Vast swathes of mines and gun platforms orbited the colony along with
a handful of space stations and orbital control facilities, standing out
above them all a massive Pirocia class battlestation that would
dominate any battle fought for the planet and its inhabitants. From a
distance it looked hugely impressive, but up close it was a slightly
different matter. Construction teams were crawling over the station
working frantically to finish it and massive bundles of spare parts
floated beside it waiting to be attached. It had its teeth, but it wasnt
ready for a real battle.
Paul Calendar observed these strengths and weaknesses as his
freighter detached from the civilian spaceport within sight of the great
complex. The Space Race had been plying its trade across Abbai space
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between Utriel, Tirolus and Ssumssha. He had also taken the

opportunity to travel further into League space delivering cargo
shipments to Brakos and Markab space, even a few runs back to Earth
space, but most of his trips were within Abbai and Hyach territory. He
had first arrived against his better wishes soon after the fall of Balos
and at that time the Abbai race was petrified of attack from their
Dilgar neighbors. The initial panic had disappeared after a month or
so, but to their credit the Abbai government had stuck to its plans and
begun a massive military program to prepare for an eventual war with
the Dilgar, the defenses at Utriel one of the more obvious statements
of that policy. Whoever Paul spoke to they always answered with the
same response, it wasnt a case of if the Dilgar attacked, but when.
Clearing the minefield. Jors said, the massive man manipulating the
ships controls with surprising precision and gentleness. There was a
moment of hush as the small ship made it past the outer markers,
then general relief as they entered empty space. They had been
assigned as part of a convoy to Ssumssha transporting civilians from
the colony to the greater safety of the homeworld, and the two dozen
assorted freighters from various races gathered beyond the defenses
and formed up underneath the watchful eyes of four frigates. Almost
all of their jobs had involved moving people from one location to
another, usually from Tirolus which the Abbai had decided to abandon
in the face of attack. Knowing they couldnt construct an adequate
defense in time and knowing their small fleet could not contest the
planet the Government had ordered an evacuation of all civilians
leaving just a skeleton military garrison to operate the orbital defenses
that were there. It had taken almost a year but the entire population
had been moved to the more easily defended locations in the
Matriarchy and while not always happy they were considered safe.
Keep pace with convoy. Paul said. We are after all paid by the
hour.
The four crew grinned, they had become very rich thanks to the
current climate of anxiety, wealthy business women would pay a
considerable amount for a place on a freighter heading for Hyach
space or further afield, and by now they could all happily retire in
comfort. Paul had wanted to head home a month ago but there were
still rich contracts to be had and his crew had convinced him to stay
around. Somehow Jenny Shoku kept on finding the premium jobs and
making them all very wealthy, it was the best year the ship had ever
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The convoy was moving gradually towards the jump gate when the
sequence activated, bright lights and energy flashing along the four
scaffolds as the immense power built up to tear open the vortex.
Running that a bit early. Toby said from the navigation chair. Waste
of energy and money.
The jump point sparkled open, the tiny blink of light sweeping open
into a maelstrom of blue energy before stabilizing enough for travel.
Thats an incoming hole. Jors noted. I didnt think anything was due
to arrive in system today?
Paul was about to agree, when instinct suddenly kicked in.
Jors, hard about, reverse the port engines and overpower starboard,
get us the hell back to the planet!
Sir?
Just do it! Paul yelled. Jenny, get the defense grid on line, I knew
this would happen!
What? Toby asked in the confusion, a nervous edge in his voice as
the freighter turned sharply and began accelerating away. Whats
going on?
Invasion.
From the open vortex scores of fighters emerged proceeding at full
burn into the system, and an instant later a trio of Destroyers followed
them. They were certainly not League ships, they moved with purpose
and aggression through the gate and took up positions behind the
fighter screen and were forced to rapidly accelerate and turn in order
to avoid the confused and panicked convoy. It seemed that neither
side had been aware of an opponent right on the far side of the gate
and were rather surprised to find their way blocked by a sudden mass
of unknown vessels. However while the convoy split and panicked the
forces from the gate held course and detached their fighter screens to
go and attack the confused enemy.
The four escorting frigates would have been a poor match for one
destroyer, let alone three with fighter escorts. Three of them rapidly
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suddenly spluttering to life against the swarming fighters. One Frigate

however did not, it held its course for the gate and increased power to
its engines, knowing that it had no chance of taking evasive action the
Captain pressed his vessel forward into the maw of the vortex and the
new arrivals. It wasnt like the Abbai to perform such an attack,
perhaps the ship had a mercenary crew or perhaps finally the
desperate situation had triggered something in the peaceful races
psyche, on the Space Race Captain Calendar didnt know as his
sensors showed the suicidal attack into a storm of bolter fire and
plasma. The ship was torn apart and its wreckage floated along
beneath the three attacking destroyers and away into the blackness,
the tumbling metal representing the end of the uneasy peace in the
galaxy and the opening of total war.
Those are Dilgar ships! Toby shrieked. What the hell?
I told you they were going to hit the Abbai! Paul said emphatically.
Didnt I say The Dilgar will attack before we came out here? Didnt I
say Lets go home before it happens huh? But oh no, we gotta do one
more shipment! he grimaced. I hope youre happy!
Those fighters are hitting the convoy. Jenny warned. Theyll be after
us soon.
The Space Race was smaller than the commercial freighters and much
faster, it had completed its turn and was beginning to accelerate away
from the main group of ships when the Dilgar fighters reached them.
They were met by solid defensive fire but the nimble craft mostly
avoided the barrage and began picking off key components of the
freighters such as engines, weapons and even deliberately targeting
the crew compartments. The Frigate escorts were meanwhile being
disposed off by the Dilgar destroyers with contemptible ease, their
strong defenses keeping them alive for longer than most ships their
size but it was clearly a one sided battle. It did however keep the
Dilgar warships occupied enough for Captain Calendar to try and make
his escape.
Where to? Jors asked from the helm.
Back to the planet, the gates blocked and we cant outrun those
fighters. Paul answered decisively. Well shelter behind the defenses
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What fleet, Toby snorted, he was perhaps in his mid twenties and
hadnt had the same experience Paul Calendar or Jors had in their
travels. Its three ships.
That would be the scouting force making sure there arent any last
minute surprises. Paul answered. A reconnaissance in force. Trust
me there are a hell of a lot more on their way.
Hes right. TKoth said, the Narn rarely spoke despite being a
translator and speaking a dozen languages. The crew all looked his
way. They have shown their true colors and fired on the defenders,
they know its an act of war and therefore must be prepared to
prosecute that war.
See, even TKoth agrees, and when does he ever have an opinion?
Paul pointed. We run, we hide, and then when the Dilgar fall back we
go to Earth, any objections?
Just from the Dilgar. Jenny responded. Fighters closing on our six.
Just our luck. Paul sighed. If anyone could get caught in the middle
of a warzone its us!
As the freighter made a run for it hundreds of jump points opened up
around the gate and from them emerged the main Dilgar battle fleet.
There was no doubt now what the Dilgar intentions were, war had
come to the League.
Orion colony.
Garibaldi did not move, he stood utterly cool, utterly calm and utterly
centered. The mess hall was full of whooping and jeering soldiers,
pilots and fleet crews mostly in EA colors and uniforms with a few
civilians thrown in all crowded around the two men in the centre of the
grey room. One of those men was Garibaldi, the other a Starfury pilot
called Booker.
Come on Booker! a voice yelled. Put him down!
The pilot turned with a big grin and waved his arms, calling for support
and getting a loud cheer from his fellow squad and fleet mates. He
turned back and stared knives at his opponent Garibaldi. Youre toast
man, you are going down so hard your legs will be dangling out in
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His trash talk was met by more cheers, and once more he played up to
his crowd, eliciting more calls. There must have been seventy people
bunched around, lots were stood on chairs and tables for a view over
the heads of the group crowded at the front.
Garibaldi for his part did not speak or flinch, he just stood in total
silence clenching and unclenching his fists. Booker had insulted his
unit, and Garibaldi had demanded an apology. Booker had laughed in
his face and continued to mock the 99th which had almost caused
Garibaldi to floor him there and then, but he had been restrained by
his squad mates and a formal confrontation had been set up away
from the NCOs hawk like gaze, and now honor would be served.
Hes a big guy. Private Bugs Malone said quietly in his friends ear.
You sure youre up for this?
Garibaldi nodded, he was so intensely focused he did not even speak,
just watching every move his new enemy made. The pilot kept on
circling and clapping his hands, working his side of the crowd up into a
frenzy, while behind Garibaldi the infantry shuffled a little in silence,
theyd seen this kind of thing happen before and from all the troops in
Alpha company no one was as good at these duels as Garibaldi.
Are you finished? Private Tucker asked in a curt East London accent,
looking up at the large pilot. It was amazing the man could even fit in
a fighter. Weve got to go pack in three hours!
And not soon enough. Booker answered in a Canadian drawl. Come
on then little man, he thumped his fists together, then opened his
huge hands and cracked his knuckles. Last man standing.
The crowd began to quieten in anticipation, the two combatants moved
to within six feet and prepared, Booker rocking back and forth with
energy grinning like a maniac, Garibaldi holding the exact same
neutral expression he had worn for the last half hour. Tucker stepped
between them and with drew a pocket watch.
When the music stops, begin. He announced, then flipped the lid and
the watch began playing a tinkling tune.
Garibaldi made eye contact with Booker, holding his gaze and not
flinching. The pilot looked back and forth between Garibaldi and the
crowd, unable to hold the mans eyes for long, whether through fear or
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awareness he only found during the most intense exercises when all
hell was due to break loose. Time seemed to slow and every single
sense he had was peaked, everything around him was highlighted in
crystal clarity, every noise image and even smell was analyzed and
stored in his mind in its entirety, from the catcalls of his opponents
crowd to the quietly confident smirk on Tuckers face as he glanced at
Garibaldi. He was ready.
The watches music slowed, and as it did the crowd fell utterly silent.
Booker shifted on his feet ready to make the first move, Garibaldi
remained perfectly still, only at the very last moment did he allow a
small smile which caused a moment of hesitation in the pilot. Then the
music stopped, and as one the two men charged forward.
They skidded to a stop beside one of the mess tables and their hands
shot out, each grabbing a huge glass full of an alcoholic substance
which defied category. It was a distillation created by equal parts skill
and black magic with a kick and an aftertaste that would cause a bear
to keel over, drinking a single shot of the stuff was usually enough to
cause choking if not out right vomiting, and the measures given to
Garibaldi and Booker were much greater.
Both of them managed to down the first glass in one gulp, a triple shot
of the foul spirit without flinching. They made a second, causing a
quick exhalation from Booker as he downed it a fraction of a second
behind Garibaldi. There were three glasses left, the first to finish would
be the victor and Garibaldi was easing ahead. Booker grabbed two
glasses, one in each hand and swigged them one after the other in an
effort to catch up, it probably seemed a good idea in that moment but
as he poured down that second glass without stopping for breath he
lost it, the vile liqueur catching in his throat and causing him to retch,
doubling over and coughing loudly to the groans of his colleagues.
Garibaldi leisurely finished his last glance with a grin, and then raised
his hands. The green clad troops burst into cheers and applause for
Garibaldi, most disputes between units were solved in a similar
manner using alcohol instead of simply pounding each other into
submission, something far harder in zero G starships, and in those
competitions Garibaldis ability to absorb drink was legendary.
Come on guys. He said smiling. Carry me out on your shoulders.
Yeah, lift him up! Bugs shouted with a laugh, and the nearest troops
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mess hall where Booker was sprawled on the floor getting looks of
pity.
Dont get delusions up there! Tucker shouted up. You aint that
good.
Its not that, Garibaldi admitted. If Id have tried to walk out of there
Id have fallen on my face! he laughed. Whatever that stuff was it
was evil!
Tucker laughed, at least Garibaldi had upheld his units honor and
maintained its unbroken record of wins. Have a lie down, he advised.
We want you sober for the briefing in three hours.
Ill just sit at the back. He groaned, the effects starting to hit him.
Someone take notes and wake me when we gotta load up. He was
glad he didnt have to drink on a zero gravity ship, alcohol was banned
on deployments and for good reason, holding a drink down while
floating to the ships heads was something hed tried once with
disastrous consequences. Never again. He was carried to his quarters,
dumped on the bed to more cheers, then left alone in the dark to
recover.
Three hours later Garibaldi was one of the last to file into the mess
hall, now rearranged to accommodate a briefing. Hed missed evening
chow but didnt feel even remotely hungry after the earlier contest,
plus his head felt like World War III was being replayed inside. His
squad mates had squirreled away some morsels of normal food for him
later so he could have at least something before going back to
subsistence on standard Earth force MREs. he got a few rounds of
applause as he walked in and sat down, with a disapproving glance
from Sergeant Sosobowski and an amused look from Lieutenant
Sanchez.
Over here, Bugs waved. We saved you a seat.
He dropped in with his squad, collapsing on the chair and stretching
his legs forward.
How you doing? Bugs asked.
Like Im ready to die. Garibaldi answered flatly. Or maybe I already
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His group chuckled. Take it easy Champ. Tucker added. You should
see the other guy.
He had to have his stomach pumped. Bugs said. Apparently not
pretty.
It might have been meant to make Garibaldi feel better, but instead
his stomach began to rumble like a bad tempered Volcano. At that
moment the briefing began and he had to concentrate on willing his
sudden nausea away, he believed strongly on mind over matter and
was putting it into practice as the officers arrived.
Company! Sergeant Major Beaudine shouted at the room, the
diminutive woman housing a voice as loud and piercing as any male
Sergeant. Company, stand to!
Alpha company stood rapidly and came to attention as Colonel
Longstreet and Captain Franklin arrived and stood at the front of the
hall.
At ease. The Colonel said. Sit yourselves down Ladies and
gentlemen.
For a few seconds the screech of metal chairs on metal floors filled the
room, deafening in Garibaldis delicate head, before silence once again
returned and waited for the Colonel.
As you know we are to be split up and deployed for fleet security
duties. Longstreet began with an American lilt in his voice, a high
proportion of the 99th was from the North American continent, an
accident of geography more than anything else. Most Regiments are
raised in given countries and as a result tend to draw on the local
populations, so a Regiment raised in Beijing would be mostly Chinese
and would likely follow Chinese traditions for naming and specific
organization within the units. As units moved around and received
replacements their cultural basis changed as recruits from different
nations are assigned to fill places in existing units and slowly over time
a Regiment will be as diverse as Earth itself. Currently though the 99th
was still less than a decade old and consequently still had a heavy
American bias.
You will be expected to provide internal security for the vessel,
protect it from Raiders, pirates, hostile attacks, mutiny and perhaps
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There were one or two chuckles.

However you will not be expected to conduct boarding actions under
fire, the Colonel stated. Ive outlined this with fleet command, we
might be covering for Marines but we arent trained for breaching
operations. We may be deployed in non hostile actions however, like
aiding ships in distress or arresting pirate crews on disabled vessels,
so you might get a chance to stretch your legs.
The company reaction was mixed, some would be glad to get off the
ship for a while but others were less enthusiastic about leaving a
couple of million tons of heavily armored mobile fortress. Garibaldi was
personally not concerned, Starship deployments tended to be short
due to the wasting effects of prolonged Zero gravity conditions on
human physiology, even with the so called ferris wheels on board
ships, rotating rings which could provide a simulated gravity for the
crew to exercise in, most deployments were less than a month, even
in war more than two or three months before a rest was unusual.
This isnt what we trained for, however we are Earth force soldiers
and we go where we are told. The 99th has never failed in an
assignment and this will not be the first occasion, I know you will do
the Regiment proud. Any questions?
None was forthcoming.
Very well, the Colonel nodded. But before you dismiss, Private
Garibaldi, stand up please.
The rest of the company went deathly quiet as Garibaldi rose to his
feet and snapped to attention, the actions not slowed or dimmed by
his adverse condition.
Private, I understand you represented the 99th in a contest this
morning against the 265th fighter squadron, is that correct?
Sir, yes it is sir.
I understand the honor of the Regiment was insulted and you
successfully redressed that balance, is that true? Longstreet asked
sternly.
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Earth force does not approve of drinking contests, and you can thank
the fates you were not on duty at the time. Officially Private I strongly
disapprove of these actions. The Colonel broke into a smile.
Unofficially, way to go.
The company seemed to exhale at once, a few clapped for Garibaldi
once or twice.
Alright company, assemble at bay twelve in an hour for deployment,
do us proud. The Colonel saluted and the Company stood up to
attention. Dismissed.
Alpha company streamed out while the Colonel retrieved documents
for the next briefing, he was having to address each company in turn
and as Garibaldi left he noticed Bravo company ready to move in. a
couple of the guys gave him a nod or a pat on the back, news of his
exploits apparently traveled fast. Captain Franklin gave a disapproving
stare, but the Colonel had made a decision on the subject so Franklin
let it go. Garibaldi was something of a Regimental mascot now and
frankly a damn effective soldier, Captain Franklin needed a solid core
of troops like him even if they did cause problems at home, in the field
they were totally dependable. He saluted the Colonel, then followed his
troops out.
Greetings and salutations! the exuberant officer smiled widely. I am
Captain DeVierre and your host for the next two months.
Garibaldi and Red platoon relaxed a little, two month deployment was
ok, they would still be back for Christmas. Lieutenant Sanchez stepped
forward and saluted on their behalf.
Lieutenant Miguel Sanchez sir, reporting for duty.
Devierre returned the salute and laughed. Please Lieutenant, no need
for formality, the Persephone is a relaxed atmosphere and I like to
keep it that way. I found that keeping strictly to the regulations in
deep space leads to excessive stresses on a crew already stressed by
the rigors of space travel.
Understood sir. Sanchez shifted his kit bag. We have twenty
soldiers, two Sergeants and two second Lieutenants plus myself sir.
Bon. The Captain said, he was either French or at least a French
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which seemed to dominate his face. He was very pale but sported a
fairly large belly and apparently wasnt afraid of eating. Combined with
his jovial manner it added up to a man who looked more at home on
childrens TV shows, or perhaps as ring master in a circus.
Commander Philips will see to your needs, he nodded to a slender
blonde woman beside him. But only as far as duty permits, eh? he
chuckled loudly. There is to be, how do you say it, no funny business
eh? he burst out laughing, Commander Philips smiled weakly and
shrugged at Sanchez as if she was used to it. EA regulations were
quite clear on relationships between officers, they werent outlawed
but partners would not be allowed to serve in the same command.
DeVierre however still considered it a subject of amusement to remind
anyone coming onto his ship, and Garibaldi had to admit Philips was
damn attractive. I run a relaxed ship but not that relaxed! he
chuckled.
Commander Philips for her part smiled on, apparently taking no
offence at the French mans jest. Shed served with him long enough to
recognize him as a sort of mad uncle, he had odd habits and a quirky
personality but below the surface she knew he was looking out for her,
gently warning off these brusque looking soldiers. He was the father
figure of the Persephone and its crew and would fight tooth and nail
for his people if they needed it. So she accepted his odd jokes because
he was simply the best officer she knew.
If you would follow me, she said to Sanchez, We have a shuttle
waiting to take us to the ship. She spoke with a faint English accent,
although from the Deneb colony she had still managed to pick up her
parents home grown accents and keep it through school and the
academy.
Yes Maam. Sanchez nodded and turned to address the Platoon.
Alright people, look alive! Sergeant Sosobowski I want them loaded
up in four minutes, lets move to it.
The platoon filed past at the quick time, their kit bouncing on their
backs while dock workers moved the heavy cases of weapons and
hardware that belonged to the platoon. Captain Franklin and the HQ
platoon were heading for Altair colony on the Lexington while the three
combat platoons of his command were split on the ships operating in
the same sector. For once Garibaldi was actually pleased to be on a
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security before, it was something he might enjoy as most of the time it

involved doing very little.
What you so happy about? Bugs frowned, obviously Garibaldis face
betrayed his thoughts.
Probably admiring the scenery. Tucker nudged his friend and nodded
at Commander Philips.
Hey guys, Im a married man! he protested. Nah, I was just
thinking a bit of ship borne duty might be fun, give us time to practice
our zero gravity flips. On the journey from Mars a competition to see
how many back flips the guys could do in zero gravity without hitting a
bulkhead had become almost an Olympic event. Besides, Im kinda
hoping to go on a space walk.
A Space walk? Bugs scoffed. Youre a grunt not Neil Armstrong!
Yeah well, Im going to give it a try. Garibaldi resolved. Just once
Id like to see what its really like out there.
Yeah well Ill be too busy looking around in here. Bugs commented,
again glancing at the slender Commander talking to her Captain.
Even if she wasnt in the fleet, she is so out of your league it aint
funny. Tucker observed wryly. Say, maybe Garibaldi will find
something clinging to the hull which is more your level when he goes
for his walk?
Before Bugs could deliver his witty response the Sergeant had them in
the shuttle and strapped in, and five minutes later they were heading
for their new home for the next two months, the heavy cruiser EAS
Persephone and its eccentric Captain. Garibaldi felt the months were
going to just fly past.
Ssumssha.
Homeworld of the Abbai Matriarchy.
Shaladan looked out in wonder over the gleaming blue and green
ocean before him, the bright white sand of the beach shifting by his
booted feet. Beyond the breaking waves spires rose up and out of the
ocean depths, amazingly beautiful buildings that were slender and
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world and its violent earthquakes. The Abbai were an aquatic people at
home both on land and in the sea, though their biology was perhaps
better suited for land. They had built great cities in and around water
to harbor their population and the underwater buildings were simply a
marvel the Drazi ambassador to the League had never seen rivaled
anywhere else, of all the places to sign treaties this was by far the
most pleasant.
He noticed Alikie, the Abbai representative striding towards him across
the beach, the thick forests on the opposite side of the sea providing
yet another stunning vista. Ambassador. He greeted. I was just
admiring the view.
Spectacular isnt it? the pink hued female agreed. My family own
land beneath the sea just over there, I grew up in this place.
Then I suppose you will be used to this view. The Drazi noted.
Used to it? she smiled. You never get used to it, never. For fifty
years Ive memorized every single spire of this city, and it still awes
me to stand here and look at it. I still feel like a child looking for the
first time on this scene, this impossible construction and gaping in
wonder.
They looked out together on the city for a while longer, an odd pairing
of individuals from deeply different backgrounds. The thick set
powerful warrior and the slender willowy pacifist, it had to be
something extraordinary to bring them together in an alliance, and
sure enough they had found a common goal.
If the Dilgar attack you, my people will strike them with all our
might. Shaladan resolved. I do not wish to see death and
destruction visited on such a place.
I too do not wish it, we hate war but realize that sometimes the
choice to fight or not does not belong to us, sometimes it is thrust
upon us. Allikie said somberly. The Dilgar cannot be stopped by
words, and with tensions between the Narn and Centauri rising it is
only a matter of time before our peace is shattered.
The sudden escalation of tensions in the Gorash system had
dominated the recent meeting between the Abbai and Drazi. A conflict
between the distracted Centauri and the opportunist Narns would be a
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Dilgar Warmasters needed to expand their war to either the Abbai of

Drazi. The meeting had formalized the mutual defense pact between
the two peoples, so if the Dilgar did attack one or the other they would
face a war on two fronts which would be too great a risk even for
them.
To protect this, and the places like it we must be prepared to do the
unthinkable and actively prosecute a war. Alikie said. It goes against
our souls, but we will send an attack into Dilgar space if you are
attacked, it is a sad necessity of our age.
The Drazi will not forget your courage. Shaladan said. And we will
honor our treaty, perhaps this can be a new start for the League, a
way to give birth to a closer binding of our peoples and others?
Alikie was interrupted by a trilling from her personal communicator.
She took out the device and put it to her ear.
Go ahead. She said calmly.
Thirty seconds later the device was left in the sand, the two
Ambassadors sprinting back to the central command post in horror.
The foaming surf slowly crept up the white beach, touching and
grasping the communicator and slowly pulling it out to the green
ocean depths.
Utriel Colony.
Right! Right! Right! Paul yelled, the Space Race shuddering under
the over stressed engines. On one side a pair of Dilgar Thorun fighters
were lining up on them and on the other jump points were opening up
and preparing to deposit more vicious looking warships into space. The
Freighter was trapped in the middle of what looked like the whole
Dilgar navy and every second caused its crew to age by a year. Given
the alternative He had Jors steer towards the fighters.
Jenny, watch right! he added, the Japanese girl was in charge of the
ships four particle cannons and she rapidly brought them on target,
the flashing warnings on her tactical screen telling of enemy weapons
lock.
The freighter was in no way set up for dogfighting, it was fast and as
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hell it could face a dedicated fighter attack alone, if more dart fighters
showed up they were going to be very dead very fast.
The two Dilgar fighters engaged the freighter, plasma bolts slamming
into the side of the ship a leaving dark craters in the metal, but
thankfully not burning through. They had to cut short their attack run
as the Space Race turned towards them, causing the fighters to break
on either side to avoid collision with the slab sided vessel. Jenny fired
with the defense turrets, the orange particle blasts racing through the
dark and missing the agile fighters by a considerable distance. The
Thoruns back flipped and continued peppering the hull with plasma
gradually eating away at the thick metal protection.
More ships behind us! Toby relayed information from the sensors.
Hundreds of them!
There was no doubt now that this was a full invasion of Abbai territory,
the opening phases of a war on a scale beyond anything in recent
memory. Paul had read old history books detailing the last great war,
that between the Centauri and the now defunct Orieni Empire, and the
level of destruction experienced in an interstellar war made World War
III back home look like a Church meeting. There was no way he was
going to survive something like this for long, their only option was to
run like hell but first they had to avoid getting fried by the Dilgar.
We can outrun their warships, ignore them, just watch the damn
fighters!
The convoy they had followed was not virtually destroyed, shot to
pieces by constant fighter attacks. The Thoruns were proving deadly
little craft, able to avoid the slow tracking gun turrets of the freighter
and then hit back with powerful and precise weapons of their own.
There had been a lot of debate about the usefulness of fighters
amongst most spacefaring races. The Centauri and most of the League
thought they were little more than support and escort units for their
big ships with only the Brakiri really exploiting their potential. The
Narn and Drazi saw the potential for multirole fighters and had
developed their own which could be used in small groups, but
apparently it was the Dilgar who had truly embraced the idea of mass
fighter attacks as a valid tactic. Every other race bar the Cascar used
them as part of a wider picture supporting attacks, not as an actual
strike force in themselves. The only other race which used fighters in a
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would have loved to see a squadron of Starfuries rush to the rescue.

Instead he just saw more Dilgar forces.
Im intercepting a message from the planetary authorities, TKoth
intoned as the ship shuddered under the strain of accelerating.
Theyre asking the Dilgar if they are lost! They want to know why
they are here!
Jors scoffed from the pilots chair. Unbelievable.
Have they activated the planetary defense grid? Paul asked, with so
many ships heading their way it was plainly obvious they werent on a
sight seeing trip.
Doesnt look like it. Toby read the sensors with a frown. A lot of
ships are milling around but they havent actually done anything yet.
What the hell? Didnt they see the convoy get wasted? Jenny
exclaimed. Why dont they do something?
Just watch those fighters! Paul urged. TKoth, open a channel to
Utriel control.
Paul had to hold on to his seat for a few moments as Jors put the ship
into a roll, seconds later there was a series of violent shudders as the
Dilgar fighters made another pass, peppering the hull with fire. He
gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger, the local defense fleet
should be out here engaging by now, not leaving them swinging in the
breeze. There were cries of panic from the passenger compartment
but he couldnt worry about calming them down yet, he just had to
keep the ship moving and get them all to safety.
Control, come in control, this is independent freighter Space Race, do
you receive?
Paul held his breath waiting for a response, he was aware of sweat
under his arms and on his back but the zero gravity conditions stopped
it from dripping, though the occasional turn would cause the dampness
to shift. He listened to the faint static on the radio and the muffled
thus of the particle cannons recoil further down the ship as they
targeted the strafing Thoruns.
Utriel control here. A dispassionate female voice replied. This is a
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This is a military emergency. Paul said back in a stressed voice, this

was no time for bureaucracy. In case you hadnt noticed there are a
thousand Dilgar warships on her tail trying to kill us!
We have seen the vessels and are formulating a response. The voice
replied.
Let me save you some thinking time, Paul stated. Your response
should be to frickin open fire on them!
We will formulate our own response thank you. The disinterested
voice stated coldly.
Paul could feel his frustration and impending doom rapidly overpower
his restraint with the officious operator on the other end or the radio.
Listen lady, just where the hell do you think these ships are heading?
Youve got five minutes before they hit the colony so I suggest you get
off youre ass and do something, like scramble the damn cavalry!
Without orders from homeworld we cannot send ships into action,
the voice said with what sounded like resignation. Until the threat is
classified we must
Look, your superiors arent sat here about to get their asses shot off.
Paul emphasized, the freighter bucking under another barrage of
fighter weapons. Thousands are already dead, the Dilgar slaughtered
our convoy without mercy or hesitation and now theyre coming for us!
Ive got two thousand refugees crammed in here, most of them are
your own people, so why dont you just issue the damn orders yourself
and do something before you have a disaster on your hands!
There was a long and expectant pause, Paul was leaning forward in his
seat almost touching the radio with his nose. Jenny and Jors were
busy trying to keep the ship together but both TKoth and Toby were
hooked on the conversation, its repercussions weighing heavily down
on them. If orbital control ignored them they were as good as dead.
Standby freighter, help is on its way. The controller replied in an
equally flat tone. While the Abbai garrison may not have sounded
enthused the Space Race crew did, a loud shout came from Toby and
Paul.
Roger that control, were coming in! the Captain replied with a wide
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That was easier said than done. With the way cleared more Dilgar
ships were advancing on the colony itself, swarms of fighters were
already very close to the first line of orbital defenses and the system
was still not activated. There was a narrow passage between the
fighter wings which led to the Utriel orbital minefield, it was the only
path not currently full of Dilgar hardware so Jors put the ship on a
dead straight course and dumped raw fuel into the engines. The effect
was like a fighters afterburner ignition, the freighter bolted forward
slamming the passengers and crew back into their seats and raising
louder cries of alarm from the terrified cargo of refugees. The Space
Race was burning days worth of fuel in seconds, a massive jet of blue
fire stabbing out from each engine hundreds of meters long propelling
the ship towards the gap. The Dilgar fighter were caught flat footed by
the ships sudden acceleration and had to put more power into their
own thrusters to follow it.
Despite the shuddering Paul could still feel the jolt of weapons
impacts, the enemy fighters were still with them.
Look, ahead! Toby managed to say through the crushing weight
pressing on his chest from the acceleration.
Paul tried to focus his eyes and could plainly see small bright spots
outside the window, though whether they were real or an hallucination
being brought on by blood being forced from his brain he couldnt
quite tell. What are they?
Fighters, friendlies! Toby grunted. Its the cavalry!
The dots twinkled and then with rapid speed resolved into blue toned
fighter craft. They rushed past the battered freighter and engaged the
following unit of Thoruns with a clash of plasma.
Keep on the throttle. Paul choked out. Dont slow down!
Pauls caution seemed well founded, the Abbai fighters shot down the
pair of Thoruns that had been dogging the Space Race but as soon as
they ran into a more equally numbered fight they began to lose
quickly. The light weight Kotha fighters used by the Abbai were totally
new, a rapid development of an Alacan design rushed into service to
face the expected Dilgar attack. The pilots had trained on these new
craft but had never seen battle before, and against the Veteran Dilgar
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Coming up on the minefield. Toby informed them. I dunno if its

activated yet! his voice was still muffled by the effort of talking in
under the massive G-forces.
Well soon find out. Paul admitted. As the ship careened forwards he
suddenly wondered if they could decelerate fast enough to avoid
hitting the planet that was by now filling their view.
The ship shot through the minefield, thankfully not setting off any of
the silent defenses. Orbital command had left that section offline not
just for the Earth freighter but for the system defense ships retreating
behind the planetary defense grid.
The brief fight in the face of the advancing Dilgar fleet had been short
and decisively beaten, none of the fighter units made it back and only
two Tiroca class battle frigates managed to get back from their patrols
in time, the other three groups offering target practice for the Dilgar
heavy warships. A sizeable force had been stationed in orbit including
a handful of cruisers, these vessels now formed up alongside the
weapons platforms to act as additions to the planetary defenses as
facing the Dilgar in open battle was suicide.
The Space Race cut its engines and to everyones relief the G-forces
disappeared, Jors put the ship into a steady orbit and began firing
retro thrusters.
Wait, Paul said. Dont kill too much velocity, just keep us going
around in circles over the planet, we might want that speed if all goes
badly here.
Badly? Toby shook his head. This place is a fortress, mines, guns
fleets even a battle station! The Dilgar would be insane to attack a
place like this!
I dont think they brought all those ships all this way just to pick off
some freighters and then go home. Jenny commented from her chair,
it was unusual for her to add an opinion to proceedings, most of the
time she simply observed events and followed orders. Theyre going
to hit this place.
Then theyll get their feline asses kicked. Toby slapped his hands
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The Abbai have spent the best part of a year fortifying this place.
Paul said, gazing wistfully at fighters and ships rushing around in the
distance. Its probably better defended than Earth, I cant see how
they can break the defenses, itd be a slaughter.
But they will attack. Jenny said with quiet confidence. We should be
ready to run, just in case.
Paul turned to Jors. Do we have enough fuel to make the Jumpgate?
Yeah, the big Swedish native nodded. But we can only travel maybe
two jumps out, then well have to reload.
Okay. He nodded. Okay, lets keep the passengers onboard, they
wanted to go to their homeworld we can still do that, itll be safer than
here. Anyway itd take too long to unload them and I dont like giving
back money.
That got an agreement from Toby.
We wait here until the Dilgar retreat, then make for Ssumssha. Paul
outlined. Once we drop off the passengers we run for home, any
questions?
Just one, Jenny spoke. What if the Dilgar dont go away and instead
smash through the defenses?
Paul shrugged. We follow the same plan only a hell of a lot faster.
With half the Dilgar navy around us I think we can make the jump
gate in record time, dont you Jors?
Or die trying. The pilot growled.
There we are, we have a plan. Paul grinned to show his confidence, a
feeling he didnt have but wanted to at least inspire in his crew. A
good plan, well run away no matter what, get the hell back to Earth
and never speak of this again, deal?
Deal. The crew said in unison.
Paul returned his attention to the scene outside, it was shaping up to
be a nasty battle and he was in for a ring side seat. The Dilgar forces
slowly formed up and arranged themselves into squadrons beyond
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a planetary attack force, but that was more a conundrum for the Abbai
military. All Paul wanted to do was survive, and in that he was no
different to anyone else on the ship. Politicians and Generals may see
war as a means to gain something tangible for themselves, or to live
up to some sort of ideal, but for those actually doing the fighting
survival was high on their list of priorities. Their own survival, the
survival of their friends and comrades, the survival of those they were
sworn to protect and fight for. Paul remembered a quote he had heard
his father use, it said that in war there are no winners or losers, just
survivors.
As the Dilgar fleet arrayed for battle, survival was the only objective of
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Chapter 7
Narn Homeworld.
Fellow members of the Khari, QQuonth Tiel began his
announcement to the leaders of the Narn Regime. Today is a day
which will go down forever in history.
The dusty chamber remained mostly quiet, the large round chamber
rose up in concentric circles on ever higher tiers, each tier holding
slightly more representatives then the previous one. At the very centre
was a flat circular area from which addresses were made to the Khari,
and surrounding it was the First circle the tier closest to the floor and
home to the greatest and most wily of the Narn leaders, every one of
them a legend to his or her race and heroes of the war of liberation
which drove away the Centauri. GQuonth paced the open floor as he
spoke, his words reaching back through the chamber to the very
farthest circle.
Today we see a strike for justice! he continued. Our friends in the
Dilgar Imperium have begun a campaign to drive out the piratical
League raiders who have for so many years dogged and preyed upon
them, they have begun attacking bases in the League which have
harbored and given shelter to raiders with the knowledge and
permission of those same governments.
There were a few murmurs in the oppressively warm chamber, its
thick concrete walls and armored roof were great for protecting the
rather paranoid representatives from attack, but was certainly not
designed for air circulation. Up on the Third Circle a relatively new
politician watched the great orator speak. He, like the rest of his
generation had done his part to remove the Centauri, he had their
blood on his hands and their looks of fear and pleading imprinted on
his mind. The last days of the occupation had been hell for both sides
as law and order broke down and a slaughter had erupted, and he
would never forget the villainy of the Centauri occupation forces razing
entire cities to the ground out of sheer spite as they withdrew. As far
as he was concerned the war was still ongoing, and only when
Centauri prime was a ball of ash would it be over. Representative
GKar focused his mind and continued to watch and listen.
We in the Narn Regime know a little about justice, GQuonth smiled
to the crowd. And we do not condemn the Dilgar for this attack,
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Again the chamber was slightly quiet, GKar was straining to hear a
conversation in the Second Circle when a delicate breath blew in his
ear.
The poor old fool. The feminine voice said. Watch closely, this is
how a political career ends.
GKar glanced to the side, recognizing TaKai, a well known and highly
intelligent teacher at the planets most prestigious university. Her gift
of intellect had seen her readily elected to the Khari and she now
occupied a position equal to GKar. He nodded to her and kept
watching the rather well staged speech.
However, we cannot provide direct assistance to the Dilgar due to our
own quarrel with the Centauri, we will support them and recognize the
legitimacy of the war. The speaker called out, his rather large belly
prominent as he raised his arms.
Thats a mistake. Whispered TaKai again. He is associating us with
the Dilgar attack which is extremely unwise.
How so? GKar frowned. QQuonth has been very careful in his
dealing with our neighbors.
Very careful indeed, she smiled thinly. But he has also been played
by them. They have filled his head with dreams of glory, of wresting
worlds from the League and the Centauri which will never happen.
GKar gave her a look, he hadnt heard any of this. How do you?
I have means. She smiled. And let us leave it at that. she returned
her calculating gaze to the chamber floor. QQuonth has placed us in
a problematic position, we are hurtling towards a stand off with the
Centauri with a full scale war erupting on our borders thanks to the
Dilgar. This should be a time of caution, not recklessness.
The Centauri are weak. GKar said firmly. And their new Emperor
seems even weaker than the last one! This is the best time to
capitalize on their failings!
No, it isnt. she said. Its the worst time because without a strong
central authority the Centauri houses will act alone, and weve seen in
the past the individual houses are far more warlike that the Republic
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Emperor will have no choice but to support them, if he doesnt hell

wake up one morning with a knife to his throat.
GKar did not respond straight away, instead looking down at
GQuonth. The man had been instrumental in the resistance
movement, he was hailed as the greatest living Narn, surely he would
not do something so foolish as to start a full war before his people was
ready.
I refuse to believe QQuonth would wish to start a war with the
Centauri, no matter how much he desires it. He is no fool and has said
time and again we must build our strength before challenging the
Centauri, only when victory is certain should we act.
You are right GKar. She agreed. I expect he does not realise his
actions will lead to war, he has had too much Dilgar poison dropped in
his ear lately, he trusts them when they say the Centauri will retreat
from Gorash when I think they will fight for it. It may be him talking,
but the words come straight from the Dilgar Warmasters.
QQuonth was still pacing the floor, now talking about the weakness of
the Centauri and how they had mercilessly destroyed a lost and
damaged Narn ship. It was the sort of speech given before war was
declared.
We cannot risk a war GKar. TaKai said. The Dilgar want us
distracted, they want a war between us and the Centauri. They want
our two peoples to bleed each other dry so that when the victor
emerges they can come and strike him down.
Even if QQuonth doesnt see that, the First circle must. GKar
prompted. He cannot act alone, he must have the backing of the
Khari.
Look around you. She said. See how they all hang on his every
word? None of them would question him, they would follow him blindly
into the teeth of hell itself. Admirable, but useless.
So lets assume that our greatest leader wants to take us to war.
GKar began.
Ah-ah, TaKai chided. He wants to take Gorash, he doesnt realize it
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Fine, so what do you propose? GKar gave her a sideways glance.

Unless this is just all idle conversation?
Simple, we remove the Dilgar influence from our council. She said.
They have given us the means to do so.
What do you mean? GKar frowned.
GQuonth himself. She smiled. He has declared support for the
Dilgar, yet he does not appreciate what that means. Have you seen
how the Dilgar fight? Very dirty, very nasty. Itll enrage Galactic
opinion and he has just ensured we Narn will be just as vilified for
supporting them. We must sever ties with the Dilgar, and that means
replacing GQuonth.
Ah, I see. GKar nodded. Youre nuts. He smiled and edged away.
I expected more from you, of all the Khari you at least seemed to
have a brain. TaKai said sullenly.
I do have a brain, GKar replied. And right now it is yelling Treason!
Treason! and I imagine myself in prison forever. No thank you, you
want to depose our leader you will have no patsy in me.
If we go to war, we will lose. The only winners will be the Dilgar!
I realize you feel for our people, but I suddenly also realize
GQuonths removal will open up a place within the first circle, how
convenient if you could fill it? GKar grinned. You are clever, but I am
not convinced. The Dilgar and Centauri are too preoccupied at the
moment and nothing bad will happen to us.
Well if it does. She said coolly. I will be waiting for you to offer your
help.
GKar smiled. Then I hope you are very, very patient.
Utriel colony,
Abbai Space
From a distance they looked almost like a swarm of insects. They had
a mottled green color patterned across their bodies, with heavy and
angular thoraxes which led into a long slender abdomen terminating in
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these insects however were their maws, blood red openings flanked by
look vicious looking mandibles curving like scythes out in front of the
Thorax. An assortment of spikes and blades studded their fronts and
added more menace to their silhouettes, they were hunters, predators
of the void and they were gathering for their prey.
Fleet Captain Shadur was part of this gathering, thousands of ships,
two entire warfleets of the Dilgar Imperium had assembled for this
opening battle, with a further eight preparing to attack in other regions
of space within the next few hours. It was the greatest show of
strength anyone could remember and made the Centauri actions of the
Orieni war look like amateurs fumbling around in the dark. The timing
and precision was exquisite, the plan flawless and the will to see it
through unshakeable. On this day their names would never be
forgotten, honored by generations of Dilgar to come and feared by
their enemies through all time. History was waiting to be written.
Jors gave the panel a long look, then punched it. Nothing happened.
You know punching it wont make it do what you want. Toby said
from behind the pilots chair.
Funny. Jors grunted. Works fine on people. He turned and gave
Toby a very deliberate smile.
The young navigator chuckled, hed been on the crew long enough to
spot when Jors made a joke, and his rather odd sense of humor had
become something of an acquired taste. Despite his years in the crew
he had never seen Jors lose his temper, sure hed been in fights and
brawls but the big man had never once lost his composure or gotten
emotional. He was an utterly ice cool individual, which made him an
excellent pilot and had allowed the Space Race to survive its recent
drama, though not exactly intact.
No joy? Paul floated up into the cockpit where all five crew would sit
during flight operations.
Radios busted. He said. I might be able to fix the short range stuff,
but the long range antennas must have been shot off. Jors punched
the comms control unit one more time with no appreciable results.
Consider it a secondary priority. Their Captain said. The big deal is
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Jors exhaled. Not great, they werent designed for overthrusting, let
alone full on afterburners. Really we need a space dock to overhaul
them, a lot of the systems are fused together from the heat, but on
the plus side they should hold together long enough for us to get out
of here, but I wouldnt recommend putting too much juice through
them again.
But if we have to we can? Paul asked and received a nod in return.
Good, keeps our options open.
Whats up with the passengers? Jors asked, utterly calm.
Shaken but not stirred. Paul answered, quoting from the latest
James Bond movie. Couple of minor injuries, Jenny is patching them
up while TKoth tells them its all gonna be fine.
And is it going to be fine? Toby asked the obvious question.
Come on, take a look out there. He pointed out of the forward
window. There are more satellites and mines out there than Ive ever
seen, plus a beefy fleet and a battle station.
A half built battlestation. Toby corrected.
Yeah, but the half with guns. Paul smiled. The Abbai are masters of
defense, no one has broken their lines yet, even the Centauri got their
noses bloodied when they tried in the past, and the defenses back
then were nothing compared to all this. The Dilgar are great at picking
off isolated worlds, but this is the senior league now, theyre going
down hard.
Warmaster Rahmas to fleet, begin the assault.
On the bridge of the Ochlavita class heavy destroyer Dominator, the
solid back bone of the Dilgar navy, Shadur closed his eyes for a
moment. A million thoughts and images flashed through his mind as
he relaxed for a precious moment, the last moment of silence before
the terror began He centred his thoughts, clinging on to the warm
images of home and family to give him heart and courage in this
coming trial. Unlike many in the fleet Shadur did not hate the Abbai
and did not take it personally that they were preparing to kill them by
the millions. For him it was simply a job, a task that had to be done to
ensure the ultimate goal of keeping the Dilgar race alive, he didnt feel
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he would feel for locusts that required extermination. His sister had
called it survival of the fittest, the weak died and the strong lived and
that was how it had always been, in this case it was the Dilgar who
were the strongest. Now came the moment to prove it.
Engines ahead flank. He ordered, his eyes still closed. All weapon
batteries prepare to fire, there is no turning back now.
The warship shuddered as the powerful engines came to life and began
to build up speed behind the craft, he could feel the vibrations
throughout his body and literally shivered with both excitement and
fear, adrenalin surging through his blood stream and making his chest
feel light. In the same instant across the frontline the mass of Dilgar
vessels began their approach towards Utriels defenses, wave after
wave of fighters accelerated past the capital ships and fearlessly drove
for the teeth of the Abbai guns. There was no finesse, no fancy tactics
or inspired maneuvers could win this battle, the enemies lines were
just too tightly wound and carefully deployed. The only option the
Dilgar had was to hit the planetary defenses with everything they had
and hope it gave way before their fleet collapsed. It wasnt going to be
pretty and many fine warriors were going to die in the next few hours
but Victory had that price and must be paid.
Shadur opened his eyes, gripped his chair and waited to come into
firing range.
Movement. Deck officer Trinki warned.
Speed, type and bearing? Captain Cashik asked.
Cashik was commanding officer of the cruiser Syonar, one of the new
Lakara class ships of war which had recently been added to the Abbai
police and patrol fleets. She and her crew were considered veterans
among her people and the core command staff had served together for
over ten years scouting the borders of their space and working with
the more aggressive League naval forces. Their broad experiences
meant they were one of the first crews assigned to the new warships
which were considerably bigger and much meaner than their beloved
patrol ship, and just about the whole crew had been very uneasy
about their new role within the fleet. Nothing official had been said but
everyone knew that sooner or later they would be expected to go to
war and actually kill other people, a thought which turned Cashiks
stomach. Fortunately the government had hired mercenaries to man
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make sure there was no hesitation in battle, in the Syonars case it was
a Brakiri male named Franir with intricate tattoos over his face
indicating he had been part of a criminal brotherhood. Despite his
unsavory back ground he was polite and courteous to the mainly
female crew and his presence meant all Cashik had to do was keep her
ship pointing at the enemy and Franir would do the rest.
Unfortunately it seemed as if they were about to be tested. She had
hoped the Dilgar would take one look at their defenses and just go
home, the government seemed convinced that would happen and had
always believed in deterrence as the primary means of winning a war,
after all it hadnt failed them yet. The Dilgar did not seem to have paid
much attention to the governments resolutions however and were now
burning ahead for the planet in a suicidal frontal assault.
Dilgar ships entering our sector, mixture of attack ships, destroyers
and cruisers. The sensor officer said with a slightly awed tone. Cashik
shared her amazement with the Dilgar, the numbers were beyond
anything she had ever seen before and the bravery of their attack
defied logic, although to her all war defied logic. Fighters are leading
the way, theyll be at the minefield in seconds.
Battle stations. Cashik ordered. We will position ourselves in front of
any breaches in the line, Mister Franir if you would do your duty at
that time it would be appreciated. That of course meant kill anything
that gets through the lines, but obviously she couldnt form those
words.
He nodded grimly and began powering up the lasers, this would be
only the fifth time the main weapons had been activated and the first
time in anger, thankfully they all powered up normally. The targeting
system began cycling through targets and feeding data to the weapons
controls which made the minute adjustments for long range fire. The
ship was ready.
Message from sector command. One of the officers announced.
Theyre reminding us twenty million people are on the planet below
and hundreds of civilian ships are in orbit. They urge us to harden our
hearts and not to hesitate in the coming battle. This is our greatest
test and we must not falter. They wish us luck.
Cashik nodded, command was located on the nearby Pirocia class
battlestation which looked deeply impressive on paper with ten times
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impeders, and from even quite close it looked menacing with heavy
weapons bristling from every angle, more like a Drazi facility than a
product of the Abbai. Unfortunately inside the station there was
virtually nothing completed, the weapons and defenses had been
rushed in under the emergency conditions of the last year but the
stations fusion reactors were still being built in the home system, the
base had maybe a third of its power needs meaning most of its
weapons would be useless. They had hoped the Dilgar would assume it
was operational and back off, but apparently not. Somewhere inside
Cashik wondered if the Dilgar even cared if it was operational, whether
they would have gone home if it met them with a massive alpha strike.
She doubted it.
Enemy ships entering the minefield. Her sensor officer confirmed.
Defenses responding.
This was it. With a heavy heart Cashik took her crew to war.
Space glimmered with a thousand twinkling lights like a dark cloud
parting to reveal the stars behind. Each little point of light was an ion
engine coughing into life and driving forward a captor mine from the
first layer of defenses. The mines swarmed forward like a cloud of
fireflies and homed in on the leading elements of the Dilgar fleet, in
this case Thorun fighters.
Shadur watched the mines activate with great intensity, calculating in
his mind how many casualties they would cause and how best to deal
with them. Sweepers would have been a waste of time, easy pickings
for the orbital defenses, there was only one way through this.
Order fighters to target the mines, destroy them anyway they can.
They must not hit our ships.
The Dilgar fighters engaged afterburners and tore forward, spitting
plasma bolts at the small missiles with great vigor and determination.
They managed to shoot down a respectable number of the first wave,
but with two more waves of mines activating and streaking for the
assault ships they were never going to shoot them all down, so many
pilots chose not even to try. Ordered to defend the fleet at any cost
they placed their craft in the path of anti ship weapons and rammed
them, destroying both the missile and themselves in a bright pyre. For
a decade the population had been whipped into a frenzy of ultra
nationalism and xenophobia by the Warmasters and by this point the
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battle for their people, and so they embraced death readily and made
the sacrifice en masse to blunt the Abbais retaliation.
The Dominator took a solid hit from a heavy missile, cracking open a
section of hull and severing power lines. The ship faltered momentarily
and then continued on as damage control shifted the vessels systems
around the damaged area. The space before the Dilgar fleet was
awash with exploding fighters and mines as they gradually pushed
through the outer lines by sheer attrition, the bolters on his own ship
adding their fire to the barrage sweeping the minefield.
Fleet command is ordering the first wave forward. His second officer
reported.
Monitor their progress closely. Shadur replied. Watch where the
enemy fire comes from and plot firing solutions on likely targets. It
was almost guaranteed the twenty ships of that first attack would be
cut to pieces, they were little more than a method of testing the
enemy defenses and showing up weak spots in their firing arcs. Keep
a particular eye on that starbase.
Enemy vessels closing fast.
Prepare main batteries. Captain Cashik nodded. Fire at will.
Franir watched the enemy vessels enter range, a mix of cruisers and
destroyers which represented quite a powerful force, many showed the
scars of mine impacts but so far the Dilgar had lost no major warships
thanks to the fighter screens. Their losses so far would have caused a
Brakiri force to pull back and reassess their strategy but apparently
the Dilgar regard for any life, even their own, seemed scant.
The sensors across his panels lit up with warnings, a second later the
entire Abbai battle line fired, lines of red laser fire tangling across the
sky mainly from defense satellites punched through the Dilgar ships,
often passing clean through the relatively weak hulls and disappearing
away on the other side. Six of the warships exploded immediately
leaving nothing larger than a shuttle in their wake, the other ships
were wracked with secondary explosions and gutted from the inside
out leaving them dead hulks drifting powerless.
Serpents teeth. Cashik whispered in awe, she had never seen such
firepower and despite the terrible number of deaths she had just
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There, look! Shadur exclaimed triumphantly pointing to a display of
sensor data. The battle station barely opened fire despite being well
within range and firing arcs! Our scouts were right, it has no teeth!
Intelligence reports gathered from Dilgar ships disguised as freighters
had hinted that the battlestation was barely functional, apparently
they were right.
Command has seen it too, the Warmaster is ordering us to
concentrate on that sector.
So be it. Shadur inhaled deeply, letting the air fill his lungs and raise
his chest. The glory of battle had covered him, he felt no fear or
doubts just the clear knowledge that he had a mission to complete and
he knew exactly how to do it, he felt almost as if the battle was
already won and the Abbai were a mere formality. Take our place in
the assault echelons and drive us forward.
The Dilgar fleet as a whole began to move now, heading for a location
just to the right of the first sacrificial attack. Shadurs squadron was in
the fifth line of the attack and he could already see the defenses firing
on the ships at the head of the attack. The red lances of Abbai lasers
were matched by pulses of Dilgar bolters aiming for the local defense
satellites, with their simple construction they vanished with only a
handful of hits.
Send in our fighter screen, have them go for the weapons platforms.
Shadur ordered, rejoicing in every shudder and muffled thud from his
ship telling of weapons firing somewhere deep in his command. There
were still enough mines to cause problems and two light cruisers were
listing badly with white atmosphere spewing forth from their hulls,
gaping holes showing where they had struck a hidden field.
Up ahead the battlestation struck an attacking destroyer and severed
its engines from the primary hull. The warship continued engaging as
it spun out of control until a pair of Abbai cruisers finished it off.
Shadur noted that despite the attack the station had barely fought
back and that its hull was marked by the return fire, something the
heavily shielded station should have avoided.
Missiles spouted from the Dilgar fleet, the carefully timed volleys
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point precision. The Dilgar fleet were pushing forward, losing ships
every minute but driving surely into the defenses.
This is so not good. Toby concluded in a slight panic. Theyre almost
past the lines!
Captain Calendar looked at the Space Races admittedly limited sensor
suite. It wasnt a good system but it told him everything he needed to
know, the Dilgar were engaging the main line of defense satellites and
if they were destroyed itd just be the incomplete station and the
defense fleet standing in their way. As a gambling man he wasnt keen
on those odds.
Take a look out there. Jors pointed from his seat out of the window.
Paul followed his direction and spotted some engine flare in the
distance. Some of the other freighters are already preparing to
leave.
We should too. Toby said. I dont want to be here when the Dilgar
show up again, we barely made it last time.
Its too early to run. Paul stated calmly, giving Toby an assured look.
Wed just fly into the main Dilgar force. Now the engines are charged,
the people strapped in, if we have to go we can be moving in seconds
but lets not try anything hasty.
There is a major force watching the gate. Jenny added. Bunch of
cruisers and gunships.
Probably waiting to hit any Abbai reinforcements. Paul commented.
So theres no easy way out anyway. Sit tight and take it easy, the
battle isnt over yet.
Speaking of, look at these readers. Jors pointed out. Something big
is about to happen over there. He pointed to the battle zone. I think
our Abbai friends might not be so open as we thought.
A sudden warning chime caught Shadurs attention. His ship was
almost at the front line and blasting away at Abbai defenses, massive
waves of energy fire were sweeping each way as the fleets grappled
holding nothing back. Every gun on the Dominator was firing on the
satellites along with the rest of his group, above and to their right
Warmaster Rehmas Dreadnought and a solid escort of Tratharti
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defenders had put most of the bases energy into its shields meaning
the powerful command group was having a hard time scoring damage,
but at least wasnt taking fire in return. Fighters and frigates were
constantly darting around his ship, occasionally they were nothing but
wrecks and it was momentum kept them in formation, it was a deeply
eerie sight to see destroyed ships still in combat formation advancing
forward like a fleet of ghost ships or a spectral fighter squadron
blackened and charred by war.
Whats that warning He called across the bridge.
The sensor officer paused for a moment, hed been too wrapped up in
monitoring the battle ahead to notice. Sir, its an energy reading sir,
not localized. Its all around us.
What could cause it? he asked to be answered by a shrug. Well
guess then! he demanded.
I would guess, I dont know, perhaps a mine field?
Shadurs eyes widened in sudden terror, the reading was all around
the ships currently engaged, including his own.
But sir, weve already neutralized the minefield with our fighters.
We hit the mines that went active, the captor mines. He said quickly.
But what about other types! He had a sudden premonition of five
hundred warships suddenly evaporating in a titanic fireball. All
engines, full reverse! Get us back!
Energy spikes, everywhere! the sensor officer called in alarm.
Mines!
Before the words had even settled in Shadur was deafened by an
echoing explosion and the scream of ripping metal. The Dominator
jolted sideways with sickening force and only his restraints kept him
from being smashed into a bulkhead. There was a second crack, and
this time cold air rushed out of the bridge with hurricane force tugging
his hair and uniform and filling him with a deep cold. Red lights and
sirens wailed over the howling wind warning of a hull breach which
Shadur had more or less worked out for himself. His mind went
completely blank, he couldnt think of a single damn thing, not ways to
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vacuum within his head as it was rapidly becoming outside.
The sensor officer was hurled past his station still strapped into his
chair, banging off the ceiling and nearly decapitating Shadur as it
crashed along the bridge in a shower of sparks and down the corridor
behind, any cries of terror masked by the howling gale.
He closed his eyes tightly, the cold air stinging them and held tight to
his chair, straining in the restraints. He could feel the vibrations in the
hull and hear the supports and braces giving way somewhere deep
beneath his feet, it seemed the ship was dying with him. There was
another much closer rumbling, a more solid vibration and as it
proceeded he felt the gusts slacken, though the cold remained the
same. With a metallic clang the wind stopped and a heavy silence
engulfed the bridge.
Report! he croaked. Damage report! he managed a little louder,
and then realized the Sensor officer was no where to be seen, the
memory of his rapid departure stabbing his mind and forcing him to
get back with the programme.
He unhooked his restraints and staggered forward with an awkward
gait, his legs not quite working right. He forced himself back into
control, absently noticing frost on his uniform and his breath misting
before his eyes as the bridge remained deathly cold, its warmth stolen
away by the wind. Shadur got to the station and examined it, the
ripped bolts where the officers seat had been torn away feeling ragged
beneath his boots.
The panel was still operational and showed the entire port side of his
ship in ruins, a hull breach two sections behind the bridge had opened
and was the cause of his sudden near death experience, only the
closure of pressure doors had saved him. Incredibly it had only lasted
five seconds, it seemed like hours. The reactor was being restarted
and power was flowing again through his ship, but it seemed he was
one of the lucky ones despite the tremendous damage, most of the
ships ahead of him were nothing but wreckage.
A message was filtering through on all channels, it was for a general
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Hot damn what a show! Toby performed a backflip in the Zero G

cockpit of the freighter, earning a disapproving look from Jors. That
was amazing!
The Abbai were renowned for their mine warfare, and apparently with
good cause. Paul had to admit that even he was surprised at how
sudden the reversal had been, the best ships in the Dilgar assault were
broken wrecks and the survivors were turning tail to run. He could see
the ships attacking the battlestation including what he expected was
the fleet commanders vessel were utterly destroyed and something
like two hundred ships of various classes had been annihilated in
seconds.
The Abbai success was based on cheap proximity mines, the type
common across the galaxy. The only difference was the Abbai mines
were so sophisticated as to be almost invisible to anything except pure
minesweepers unless activated which had meant the Dilgar fleet
cruised right past them until they were right in the thick of them, and
only then had they detonated with staggering consequences.
Guess we wont need to run away just yet. Paul grinned. But we are
still going home after this!
The Warmaster is dead! a frantic crackly voice screamed on the fleet
wide communication net. We must withdraw!
We do not run! Shadur shouted with a force he didnt know he had,
the very effort of breathing pained him and shouting was like a kick in
the chest, but he had to keep the fleet together. We wont get
another chance, press on!
Its hopeless!
Never! he roared. They have sprung their surprise and we still live!
We have survived their worst and come through breathing! We will
take the war to them, they have nothing else left, attack now!
With what, our fleet is tattered! the voice of doubt kept talking.
We are still Dilgar! While we have our bodies we have a weapon, our
courage is all we need! he snarled. All I ask you to do is follow me!
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Orders sir? his helm officer asked formally, the bridge was slowly
warming up and it gave Shadur an infusion of spirit.
All ahead full, hit them with whatever is left and if we die, then we die
well.
The Dominator labored forwards, its hull as charred as the wrecks
surrounding it. With supreme effort of will it was moving forward again
now at the head of the attack. For a while he was alone, a single
crippled ship ready to face the Abbai lines, but then more vessels fell
in beside him, and then more. Fighters once more blazed in the sky
and the battered assault echelons regrouped into something
resembling a battle line. The reserves watching the jump gate were
summoned and came fresh to join their comrades in the second
assault, with a fresh sense of purpose driven by revenge for their dead
and a need to honour their memory the attack was renewed. Shadur
didnt even consider that it was he now who led these ships, he just
pointed his ship at the enemy and advanced with all guns blazing.
The sense of elation onboard the Syonar evaporated faster than ice on
Brakos. Where at one instant the Dilgar fleet was in full retreat and
utterly broken as a fighting force, it had now suddenly rallied and was
heading back into the firestorm of the well prepared defenses. Cashik
didnt understand the minds of such a race where they could advance
past the shattered remains of their comrades without realizing the
exact same thing would happen to them, why didnt they understand
that?
Theyre coming into range again. Franir pointed out unnecessarily.
The Dilgar fleet was in a poor state with most of the leading ships
already one or two hits away from exploding, but the Abbai lines
werent looking much better with no more hidden mines and heavy
losses to their satellites there was nothing to keep the Dilgar ships
apart from the Abbai defenders. It looked like it was going to come
down to whichever side had the greatest determination to win, and
despite her feelings on violence Cashik would make sure the Dilgar did
not desecrate the colony below with their presence. She actually found
herself getting mad.
Power up our forward shields and begin jamming their sensors, lets
not make this easy for them. She stated with cold professionalism,
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naval officer. Fire at the earliest instant and dont stop until they run
or die.
Franir obeyed, mildly pleased that his commander finally seemed to
have gotten in touch with her inner fighter, maybe the Abbai werent
such easy pushovers after all.
Utriel colony
A squadron of Thoruns whirled through the wreckage of their brethren,
space was choked with the dead of the previous attacks and was
interfering with long range fire, which was a benefit for the Dilgar. The
fighters ran into the rear portions of the mine field and lost three
quarters of their number in the blink of an eye, but they did show
Shadur where the last batch of mines began.
Our primary target is still the station. He resolved. But first we need
to get there, preferably in one piece.
We dont have enough fighters left to adequately screen us sir, his
second officer said. And our point defenses arent good enough to
stop a full attack.
They dont need to be, get me our bombardment ships.
For a few moments the comm. Officer tapped his board, and then a
voice came on the line from somewhere behind the main fleet.
Group Captain Evenil responding. A female voice stated.
This is fleet Captain Shadur, I am in command of the fleet following
the Warmasters death.
Acknowledged. The other officer said flatly, her voice betraying no
hint of her opinion on his self appointed promotion.
Captain, by our records you have twenty five ships armed with Mass
drivers and thirty Missile ships, correct?
Correct sir. Came the answer. Our missile ships are armed with high
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Very well, commence long range fire with your mass drivers, you
probably wont hit anything but itll force the enemy to get out of the
way and disrupt their lines. Maybe try and hit the battlestation.
Ill get on it.
Also deploy your missile ships to the front lines.
Sir with respect, they wont be much use, they dont have anti ship
missiles just
I know, high explosive fragmentation warheads. Shadur interrupted.
I need them all the same. He looked at the ever decreasing range to
the front. As quickly as possible.
Understood, they will fight and die with honor. Evenil stated.
Good, but they may also be the key to our victory. The new Fleet
commander answered. Make it quick.
He nodded to the comms officer who ended the transmission.
Now, tell all ships to hold positions and commence long range fire,
well trade blows with the Abbai for a while and then proceed with the
attack.
Captain, our fighter scouts report the Abbai are moving defence
satellites from the other side of the planet, theyll be here in a few
minutes.
With extra defense satellites Shadur realized the Abbai could quickly
repair the damage to their lines the first attack had inflicted and
render the Dilgar losses worthless, he had to act quickly before they
were smothered in laser fire.
Then we better hope those missile ships show up quick.
Theyve stopped. Toby frowned. Why would they stop?
I dont know. Paul frowned uneasily. I havent heard about a battle
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They were in full retreat, broken and fleeing. Jenny commented

quietly. Now theyve turned around and are attacking again, gotta
respect that.
Respect isnt the word Id use. TKoth stated from his station. Fear
would be better.
In the distance the lines or energy weapons and flicker of fire started
again as the battered fleets started a new attack. Despite the
casualties the vigor of the battle had not been lost and both sides were
still fighting fiercely, in all honesty Paul had never believed the Abbai
had the nerve for a real all out battle, he was glad to be proven wrong.
So chief, Toby piped up. Should we, yknow, run away?
Far side of the planet looks fairly open. Jors said. We could exit on
the other side of the defenses.
Not yet, Paul said calmly. Weve seen Dilgar fighter patrols In that
area, and we cant guarantee that the Abbai mines wont hit us as we
leave. We wait.
And pray. Said TKoth solemnly.
Paul nodded, his eyes fixed on the developing battle. It should have
ended in an Abbai victory five minutes ago, they had surely earned it
and were deserving, but it looked like fate was being cruel.
Gotcha! Franir yelled with glee, a Dilgar frigate collapsing in on itself
as his laser cannons burned through it.
Well done. Congratulated Captain Cashik, aware that she was
endorsing the act of killing but finding herself not really caring. The
Dilgar were not normal, they did not meet the same expectations and
limits of every other race and attacked like machines, or perhaps
demons. For each one who died another stood fearlessly in its place
and continued to make war forcing Cashik and the other defenders to
keep on killing them. For every dead Dilgar a little bit of Abbai
civilization was stripped away, their pacifism was disappearing in the
fires of war and necessity and their entire society was experiencing a
paradigm shift towards a place they really didnt want to be. Cashik
hated the Dilgar, not because of who they were or because they were
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hated them because win or lose Abbai society as she knew it and loved
it was gone.
Captain, fighters inbound! Trinki called out, her nimble fingers
highlighting their vector.
Cashik detached her thoughts and noted the new threat. A full
squadron of Thoruns had swept around the battleline exploiting gaps in
the minefield opened by their comrades demise and now sought to hit
her ship from its weaker aft quarter.
Point defenses, redirect fire aft, engage at will!
The Syonar mounted a few batteries of multi barreled particle cannons
designed specifically for such threats. The guns swiveled on their
mounts and began tracking the fast moving craft as they sped towards
the unshielded back of the cruiser. The instant the Thoruns entered
range two batteries opened fire, a rain of orange pulses raking space
in the fighters path. Immediately two of the fighters were swatted out
of the sky, the others beginning evasive action but staying on course.
Forward fire intensifying. Franir stated simply, up ahead the Dilgar
line had been reinforced by fresh reserves and were delivering a heavy
barrage to the defenders, the burning wrecks of two cruisers similar to
the Syonar spun passed and burned out in the harsh vacuum. Cashik
noticed a number of ships were in her position, with fighters striking
their rear and flanks and drawing fire away from the warships ahead.
These Dilgar were cunning warriors, but far too wasteful with their
lives.
Stay on the fighters, but make sure our shields are still concentrated
forwards. She ordered. Hold our position and dont give way, and
Franir, take out the damaged and weakened ships first. Deliberately
targeting weakened ships was unsavory, but necessary to quickly cull
the Dilgar numbers. She hated herself for it, but did not hesitate. They
had to win here.
Two more destroyers went up in a brief flash showering the Dominator
with shrapnel, the debris ringing and echoing on the outer hull.
Shadur did not blink of flinch at the sudden losses even though they
were on both sides of his own command, it was a small miracle that
they too had not been suddenly hit and destroyed, their battered hull
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A constant row of pulses were floating serenely across space, bright

balls of light from the Dilgar lines which looked strangely beautiful if
observed with detachment. Thousands of the energy balls floated
across space for miles in every direction like a horizontal rain storm,
and from the other side thin red strings of laser beams stabbed rapidly
from the Abbai lines, and the flash and flame in which they ended
served to further illuminate the battle zone. It was abstract, surreal
even, and totally captivating.
An increase in radio chatter centered his attention once more, a series
of status reports coming in from the missile ships of the bombardment
force.
This is fleet command, Shadur announced grandly putting as much
confidence and assurance in his voice as possible. He knew the fleet
was balanced on a knife edge and could break at any second, his
people had great courage but without direction they could not win. All
ships be ready to advance, keep up your fire.
Bombardment unit to command, Captain Evenils high voice reported
in. Missile ships ready, mass drivers loaded and will fire on your
orders.
Shadur felt a brief moment of relief and elation. Everything was falling
into place, now he just had to set the plan in motion.
Captain, I want you to set up a rolling barrage here, he sent
coordinates electronically. Set your missiles for timed detonation
based on these figures.
Yes sir. Evenil replied, though deeply confused. She had originally
been worried that her weapons were going to be too weak, despite
massing nearly ten tons of explosives each they were designed to
airburst above planetary targets and rain down shrapnel and a napalm
like substance on towns and cities in order to sow panic and terror.
Anti ship missiles were generally nuclear in class and far more
powerful than her own devices, and now it seemed the Fleet
commander didnt even want to hit the Abbai, her target area was
empty space closer to her own lines than the enemy and then
gradually walking the barrage forward. It made no sense and probably
wouldnt scratch a single Abbai ship. Still, orders were orders so she
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The missiles raced from their carriers in a steady stream one after
another, the massive tubes ambling past the fleet and into no mans
land. The Abbai defenses didnt even try to target them, confident that
such slow moving weapons would be easy prey for the fleets point
defenses, and as it happened they never even got that far, exploding
at the designated location within the thick debris field made up of
wrecked Dilgar vessels and satellite platforms. The weapons didnt
cause damage, that was not Shadurs plan, but they did create a large
blast wave amongst the wrecks, a force which nudged the broken hulls
out of the way. The second wave of missiles exploded, then a third and
each successive strike pushed a collection of hulks further away from
the Dilgar battleline and towards the Abbai with gradually increasing
speed.
It was exactly what Shadur had hoped for, the weak missiles were not
blasting the wrecks apart but keeping them together and simply
pushing them on. As the missiles detonated further forward it kept
adding more force to the hulks accelerating them towards the Abbai
defenses like a metal tide, or perhaps a ghost fleet.
The sight of destroyed ships being carried along by forward
momentum in the early part of the battle had inspired this idea in
Shadur, he would use the wrecks as shields for undamaged ships to
advance behind and absorb the Abbai fire and batter through mines.
Even in death they would be valued parts of the fleet and ultimate
victory.
Fleet command to all ships, advance and destroy.
We should hold on to something. Franir said with remarkable calm,
the area immediately in front of the Syonar filling with plasma.
Brace for impact. Cashik called, the sudden wave of Dilgar fire
closing rapidly on them. They were on the move again and seemed to
be concentrating their fire on the sector near the battlestation where
Cashik was holding, the sudden concentration of fire heralded the start
of the attack itself, she guessed it would be the last attempt, it had to
be because the Dilgar were fast running out of operational ships.
The bolt fire hit the ship head on, slamming into the shields and
pushing the cruiser hard back. The engines went to full burn trying to
compensate but for a few seconds the Syonar was completely out of
control. A second volley hit, once again crashing into the vessel, but
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began to shrink, two plasma bolts nudged through and splashed on

the cruisers forward hull spreading the insanely hot material over the
ships armor and port side weapons.
Get us back in formation! Cashik shouted, enraged by the Dilgar
attack on her ship and taking it very personally. Keep firing!
The ship was suddenly jerked again, but this time not by the
advancing battleline.
Fighters dead astern, theyre going for our engines!
Cashik could feel herself getting even angrier, but stifled it, it would
not do to lose her temper before the crew. Point defenses?
Still engaging, but they are proving hard to hit.
Three Thoruns dove for the Syonar firing as the closed on its stern.
The particle batteries fired on them, the fast and regular discharge
sending traces in a tight pattern across their likely path and striking
the central fighter, detonating it in a small fireball. The remaining
fighters accelerated and held their course, Cashik watched helplessly
as they got ever closer, she guessed they were moving too fast to turn
away now and a collision was inevitable. Sure enough the two fighters
ploughed nose first into the starboard engine assemble, tearing
through power feeds and magnetic flow directors. The whole assembly
spluttered and died as emergency procedures closed down the
damaged system.
Her crew was frantically reading off a damage report but she didnt
hear, she was captivated by a sudden massive movement ahead of the
Dilgar lines.
Whats that, whats happening? she demanded
Trinki quickly honed the sensors in on the disturbance, a wall of fire
generated by a missile barrage.
The Dilgar are blasting the wrecks, theyre coming this way!
But a lot of those ships had crew on, trapped in damaged sectors!
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Of course they didnt, it was the one constant in this battle, the Dilgar
just didnt care for their own lives. How could fanaticism such as that
be reasoned with or halted without completely exterminating it?
Cashik couldnt answer herself, with a sudden wave of depression she
realized the Dilgar wouldnt stop until every single one of them was
dead.
Those wrecks are clearing the minefield. Franir said. Look, their
detonating mines and taking hits for the other vessels following
behind, very clever.
How is using your helpless comrades as shields clever? Cashik
snapped, then immediately regretted it. The whole crew was stressed,
it was their first battle and it seemed they were being thrown in at the
deep end, it was amazing the fleet hadnt broken from the sheer
horror of it all, she knew that it was only the colony behind her that
had kept her here fighting, if it had been open battle they would
probably have retreated long ago. They were going above and beyond
their duties, and Cashik was simply in awe of them. It is a ruthless
tactic, she said more calmly. Not one we should admire them for.
Yes Maam.
Weve still got a job to do, try and et the engines back online so we
can resume our position, if anything happens to blunder into our firing
arcs, Mr Franir will take care of it.
The Brakiri mercenary nodded, checking his weapons status. Until the
engines were fixed and they could return to the line they were merely
spectators, as helpless as the colony below.
Hold your position Captain Maldor, Shadur said calmly into the
comms system. Stay with me.
Were losing engines and fire is getting through! a panicked voice
replied. We need to the message ended in static, simultaneously
the ship immediately to their right exploded in a single bright flash.
So much for Captain Maldor. Shadur said flatly with neither grief nor
joy. Make sure his escorts stay with us.
The tactic of driving debris before them was working, it was
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the still active fleet, they were almost past the static defenses, just a
few hundred miles remained.
A strike cruiser fell behind, its hull peeling away as internal explosions
shredded its insides. Moor fighters raced forward, some exploding
spectacularly while the survivors didnt even flinch, slicing past the
wreckage of their comrades and on into the teeth of the battle line.
The fleet losses grew but if they got past the minefield it would be
worth it.
Just a little more! Shadur announced fleet wide. Just stay with me,
were almost upon them!
Two more destroyers were silenced, one by the looming Pirocia
battlestation now almost close enough to touch.
Stay with me!
The remnants of their broken comrades past through the minefield,
the gap was wide open and Abbai ships rushed to block it. In an
example of exquisite timing Captain Evenils mass driver force loosed
their captured asteroids to coincide with the breakthrough, the rocks
hurling through the gap just as the defenders moved into firing
position, smashing one unlucky cruiser and causing the rest to break
off.
In that instant Shadur knew he had won. His ship was the first
through the gap and there before him was the colony itself, wide open
and his for the taking. More ships followed through and began expertly
reforming their battlelines, there was still work to do.
Form on me! he shouted triumphantly, the sensation of surviving the
race to the planet giving him extra energy. Roll up the enemy forces
from behind, second division take that battlestation! Onward, on now,
weve got them beaten!
The Dilgar cruisers passed through the gap and now turned sideways
and engaged the Abbai warships openly at close range. Without the
interlocking defenses and after such a brutal fight the Abbai were
giving way, unused to war fatigue and fear were mastering them and
their responses were too slow to the threat. The Dilgar began to
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Weve got some power to the engines, but not much. Trinki said
glumly. We can move into the firing arcs but were too far away to do
much.
Bring us about. Cashik said regardless. Fire at any targets.
Her voice was hollow and her eyes empty, the effects of battle were
hitting her with a vengeance and the depression of defeat grinding
down. As far as she was concerned the battle was already over, with
the defenses breached they had to take on the Dilgar head to head,
and in a battle like that the Abbai were finished.
With respect Captain, it isnt over yet. Franir said as if reading her
mind. If you accept defeat in your mind the Dilgar have already won.
Your people are still fighting and dying for this world and so long as
they do it is not over.
She smiled thinly. Thank you Mister Franir, I assure you that we will
do our duty. She began to feel more confident, an emotion which
lasted about five seconds.
Her heart sank as she saw the battlestation which anchored their
defenses surrounded by Dilgar warships, its few available guns striking
hard but with little real effect. A pair of tumbling asteroids launched
from the Dilgar lines crashed into the great base, overloading shields
and crumpling armor. Atmosphere leaked form a dozen rents in the
hull but still it fought on, the wreckage of enemy ships and fighters
surrounding it like a halo while yet more vessels pounded it in the
hopes of subduing the last bastion.
Four Lakara cruisers of the defense fleet swept forward, destroying
two Dilgar vessels and trying to relieve the pressure on the station.
More long range fire hit the massive target and squadrons of fighters
blazed at the relief force, distracting it and causing it to move away
into the guns of yet more Dilgar vessels. The station still resisted,
plasma bolts and Pulsars peppered its hull, laser fire raked it and
missiles drove through its armor, battered but not beaten the great
facility remained unbowed and struck back, carving up a Dilgar cruiser
that strayed before its guns.
A lone Tratharti class warship fired at the station, its weapons scarring
the hull but with little more effect than the other ships. The ship
accelerated on, heading straight for the base and continuing to fire as
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heavy weapon it could muster focused on the Tratharti turning its bow
into a shattered and molten mess. But the ship sped on, heedless of
its wounds and disdainful of the enemy fire, it was struck again and
again, its armor giving way and emptying the contents of its hull into
space with a shower of debris and brief flames. Like a long flaming
sword the ship sliced headlong into the base, crashing deep into its
hull before exploding and ripping away the entire front of the rounded
battlestation.
Amazingly it still held on, the few remaining defenses kept engaging
and central command issued its final orders from the mortally
wounded Pirocia. Inspired by the sacrifice of their comrade the fire
intensified, fighters made suicide runs on the last guns and even flew
inside the massive hole left by the Tratharti in an attempt to crash
onto the internal shield generators or power systems. Finally two
heavily damaged destroyers resolved to finish the base and earn
themselves undying glory, following in the footsteps of the earlier ship
they drove themselves into the open side of the base and exploded,
blasting all the way through and finally ending its valiant if short
existence.
Captain Cashik realized at that point there was nothing they could do,
with the battlestation gone there was nothing which could realistically
stop the invasion, the defense fleet was outnumbered and woefully
outgunned, but more than that the had lost hope and the will to win,
whatever happened now the Dilgar would win.
We had a final message from sector command. Trinki said sombrely,
the Admirals and Generals now dead or trapped on the destroyed base
slowly falling into Utriels atmosphere. It tells us to retreat to
Ssumssha and strengthen the garrison there, and to save as many as
we can.
Cashik watched the station fall and the approaching battle, the Dilgar
ships now easily pushing aside resistance. It had seemed that victory
was assured, that the defenses were impenetrable and that faced with
such massive losses the Dilgar would break and the war would end at
the peace table. But it hadnt, the enemy had rallied and hit back with
even greater determination and ruthlessness, and now Utriel was wide
open.
Engines?
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Then come about, tell the civilian ships in orbit to escape while they
can. Well try and escort them to the jump gate.
Yes Maam.
She took one last look at the battlestation falling away, the symbol of
the Abbais mastery of defensive systems now nothing but scrap metal
about to fall on the very site it was defending. They had failed. Now
they must redeem themselves.
Oh, that isnt good.
Nobody on the flight deck even muttered in agreement, they all looked
at what Jors was referring to. The Abbai defenses were crumbling and
the great space station the battle was being held around was wrecked.
Now Dilgar ships were spreading out to finish off anything that moved.
I think this is our cue to leave. Paul said. Jors, get us out of here.
Wait, what about the minefield, what about fighters, what about the
ships at the Jump gate! Toby rattled off quickly.
Well take our chances. He answered as the bow turned to face out
into space.
Message Captain, the Abbai fleet is setting up a mobile defense.
TKoth relayed. Theyll provide cover for any freighters in the area.
There, see? Paul smiled despite being utterly terrified. Who said our
luck was all out? Set course, well follow the warships and let them
keep us safe.
Like they kept the planet safe? Toby grunted.
Quit being so negative. Paul frowned. Its better than running
through all that alone. He pointed to the frontline which seemed to be
getting rapidly closer. Now, get strapped in and make sure baggage is
safely stowed in the overhead lockers, Ive got a feeling this is going to
be a close run thing.
Dreadnought Conqueror, Hyperspace.
For the eighth time she straightened her tunic, the dark blue
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her pacing, back and forth seemingly endlessly in the confines of her
quarters, wearing into the luxurious carpet which was a privilege of
her rank and station. She glanced at the clock, the battle would have
been going on for two hours by now, there should have been some
word by now.
She stopped and took a few deep breaths forcing her heart rate down,
she of all people should realize the realities of battle meant that
communications would be difficult while the fighting raged on, and it
was unlikely a ship would leave battle just to get a signal to command
and report on how things were going.
But she still couldnt silence her doubts, the part of her that looked for
the worst and believed it. It said the attack had failed and none had
survived, that the entire force had been ambushed or had been
decoyed by false hyperspace beacons and lost forever in the
maelstrom. She simply couldnt balance the two, so took her mind of it
by once again pacing.
Her comms panel beeped, and within literally one second she had it
activated. Speak.
Warmaster Jhadur. She recognized the person on the line as one of
her bridge officers. You wanted to know the instant we received
information from the attack on Utriel.
What do you have?
Warmaster Rehmas is dead, his vessel and its escort wing were
totally destroyed in a surprise ambush.
Jahdur felt her heart fall through the floor like nothing supported it, a
great cold chasm opening swiftly in her soul.
The first waves were almost completely destroyed, but our forces
recovered and the battle goes on, thats all we know.
Casualties?
Higher than anticipated, much higher.
Her mouth was drying up and she knew if she spoke more than one
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No Maam. Full casualty lists are not available. Also Warmaster

Lenchar is about to lead his ships into Drazi space, shall I alert your
forces?
She nodded. Keep my informed of any developments. With a tap she
shut down the connection and exhaled, closing her eyes tightly shut.
Her family were survivors, and both her brother and herself had
overcome many obstacles as they grew up and entered adulthood, but
it didnt change the fact that one by one everyone she knew had died
and their passing had ripped a piece of her away, if Shadur also died
she was not convinced that there would be anything left of her
anymore. It scared her more than death.
She straightened her uniform for a ninth time and began pacing.
Utriel.
The sky was still filled with tracer fire and wheeling fighters, the Abbai
fought well but were getting cut down in droves by the Dilgar and
barely making a difference. The Abbai warships were falling back,
using their shields to stay in battle and forming a physical barrier
between the main Dilgar fleet and the rapidly forming civilian ships. A
few panicked freighters had tried to run early and had provided some
sport for marauding Thorun squadrons, the rest were making their
move in unison hoping numbers would buy them safety.
Jors. Paul said in a matter of fact tone. Theyre going to leave
without us.
The Space Race was still suffering from its earlier efforts and the ships
engines were laboring at barely half power. Jors was gradually feeding
more energy into them but too much too soon could result in a serious
overload and that would leave them powerless and at the mercy of the
Dilgar, not a trait they were known for. The orbital satellites were by
now useless, swift moving fighters having picked off their main
weapons and left them hanging in space as little more than expensive
debris. Warships now engaged each other as the battle reached its
final stage, something the Space Race crew didnt really need to stick
around for.
uh-oh. Toby said ominously. We got movement over the poles.
What sort of Movement? Paul asked, craning his neck to look
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Sensors show a Dilgar squadron, heavy warships, theyre sneaking

around behind the Abbai fleet.
Have the Abbai seen them? Paul wondered, the sudden appearance
of warships behind the Abbai lines would end their resistance instantly.
Yeah, theyve sent ships to engage but too few, they wont hold em
long.
Weve got a few minutes before this battle turns into a rout. TKoth
advised. We need to push the engines.
I dont think they can take it. Jors cautioned. We dont want a burn
out.
Do it anyway. Paul said. Just keep an eye on them.
Without further discussion the pilot opened the throttles, instantly
sending every gauge into the red. He adjusted the flow a little and
managed to bring the readings down a little, but growing vibrations
shuddered the vessel as it accelerated clattering items in the lockers
and unnerving the two thousand refugees in the cargo bay.
Convoy is on the move. Jenny reported. And were still a few
minutes out.
There were still dozens of ships in orbit, obviously the warships
directing the convoy decided they couldnt hold on any longer and had
started their engines, passing through a path in the minefield and into
open space. As they began to move the Abbai fleet began to fall back,
a steady reverse which seemed to encourage the Dilgar to fight with
even greater vigor, sensing victory they flung themselves into battle
once more, the battered ships of both sides struggling together to the
death.
The Dilgar flanking force burned through their opponents with ease,
even faster than predicted, and began deploying into a wall behind the
Abbai cruisers, but surprisingly did not engage. Instead they began to
spread out seemed to virtual ignore the battle going on around them.
Those ships, Toby noted. If they keep spreading out theyre going
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He was right, as the second Dilgar unit spread out it was beginning to
fill the area in front of the Space Race and block the only path they
knew of through the mine field.
Jors? Paul raised an eyebrow and nodded at the throttle.
Theyre already redlined Captain, I cant get anything more from
them without us exploding. Which would be bad.
Waves of Abbai fighters suddenly streaked past the freighter, almost
close enough to reach out and touch. The backwash from their drives
beffeted the already shaking ship as they roared past like blue
dragonflies toward the enemy.
Lets hope they can keep them busy. Paul sighed, not convinced the
fighters would succeed. They were brave, but ultimately unskilled and
the Dilgar were teaching them a very harsh lesson in warfare.
Captain Evenil has deployed her ships sir.
Shadur acknowledged the report, amongst the long list of destroyed
ship names and the combat status of his fleet Evenils report was the
one he had most anticipated, it was they who would deliver the final
victory.
Where are the Abbai?
Still focusing on our attack Captain, his officer stated. they are
deployed in our path, only token forces are engaging Captain Evenil.
Thatll change when she opens fire, they may direct ships from their
lines to engage her. If that happens we will hit whichever location they
weaken.
Yes Captain.
Give Evenil the word, commence attack.
The second force of Dilgar ships which had outflanked the Abbai came
about, pointing their noses to the planet. With deliberate actions
Captain Evenil sent targeting data to her remaining missile ships and
ordered a planetary saturation strike. Missiles began to launch from
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ballistic speeds.
The Abbai ignored the weapons, detecting no fusion warheads
amongst the volley and reasoning they were of the same type used
earlier in the battle, fragmentation and incendiary weapons designed
to terrorize the populations below. It was a hard choice to ignore the
attack fully knowing thousands would likely die, but many more would
perish if the main enemy fleet broke through, and there was still a
sense within the defenders that they might just grab victory from the
jaws of defeat. The missiles went unchallenged save by a few surface
based batteries, and they detonated at their pre determined release
points.
The missiles were not armed with explosives, instead their payload
was an innocuous liquid rendered aerosol by the weapons, scattering
through clods and hanging like mist in the bright blue sky before
slowly descending. It took a few minutes to register and understand
what was happening, and by then it was far too late to do anything. A
second volley of missiles were fired, carrying their biological warheads
to another location in the planets atmosphere, a carefully calculated
pattern to cover the whole globe with maximum efficiency, the science
of planetary genocide.
The Abbai immediately sent ships to engage the relatively weakly
armed missile ships, but in the instant those Abbai cruisers retreated
the Dilgar main force hit the lines even harder, throwing in everything
they had right down to ramming Abbai ships to create holes in the
defensive line. They were caught between two impossible choices, to
abandon their defense or abandon their people to bombardment, and
like a house of cards discipline fell apart. Some Captains held position
and fired on Shadurs forces, others turned to engage the missile
ships. There was no centralized command to direct the battle and none
of the surviving officers had the force of will or knowledge to rescue
the situation. Confusion swept across the defenders, and the weapons
of the Dilgar were close behind.
The clouds of white mist were visible from orbit, and every member of
the Space Race crew was watching silently as more and more puffs
appeared. Neither Jenny nor Toby had read out the sensor reports,
they didnt have to. Nobody in the crew had ever seen a planet wide
use of biological weapons, none of them had ever considered what it
would look like or how it would be carried out, yet instinctively they
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poisoned before their eyes, twenty million sentients trapped on the

surface were being systematically and efficiently killed by the ships in
orbit without even an attempt to land troops and take the world by
conventional means. It made no sense, why fight so hard for
something and then just destroy it? It was purely terrifying.
Jors broke the silence. We have an issue developing.
The Dilgar line had continued to expand, and the arrival of Abbai
warships had brought the battle to bombardment group. Right now the
Space Race was almost nose to nose with a Dilgar warship, thankfully
it was too busy with the attack on the planet to notice them, or care
about destroying the small freighter.
Can we go around? Paul questioned quickly, eyes darting from ship
to ship and trying to work out odds, they werent good.
We need to exit the minefield at a very specific point, and the only
way to reach it is through them. Jors pointed at the edge of the green
hued fleet.
This is crazy, were a freighter not a Dreadnought! We cant fly
through that! Toby exclaimed hitting the console.
We have two choices. Jors said slowly. Either we try and fly past
them and get killed, or we stay here and get killed.
We need another option! demanded Toby.
In an effort to get us out I over push the engines and they explode,
and we get killed. Jors added with a grin. Either way were screwed.
Jors, all ahead full. Paul announced. There will be no more
discussion, this is my ship and I say we run the blockade. Look at
those Abbai ships, theyll keep the Dilgar busy long enough for us to
run past.
This is a monumentally bad idea, I just want you all to know that.
Toby said with obvious terror despite trying to calm his voice. So
when we all get blasted your last thought can be oh, Toby was right
okay?
Well I always said if you were right about anything itd be over my
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The small freighter powered forwards as the Abbai ships engaged, a

dazzling laser beam slicing into the missile ship immediately in front of
them. The strike must have hit something important within the
ungainly looking vessel and it exploded with massive force, the stacks
of missiles inside lending their explosive force to the ships final
moment of existence. Jors dropped the nose of his ship down, the
blast wave jolting them badly and pushing them further down as white
hot drops of molten metal rushed past the Space Race like illuminated
snow flakes. The view ahead was dominated by warships moving
forward to battle, bright bolts of energy dashing between the vessels
and ending in fire whenever they contacted on object.
Keep to the left, Paul pointed. There arent so many of them over
there.
They skirted the battlefield, weaving past the blackened detritus of the
destruction and trying to keep a low profile. While Jors concentrated
on not hitting anything and Paul kept an eye on sensors the rest of the
crew were transfixed by the battle unfolding right beside them, the
entire flight deck was illuminated in the orange light of fire coming
from the incessant explosions. A spinning Abbai cruiser with half its
hull missing collided with one of the missile ships, tearing both vessels
apart in a fury of destruction. Dilgar fighters and attack Frigates
danced through the battle striking here and there to weaken enemy
ships and provide opportunities for the larger war cruisers to exploit. It
had turned into a cauldron with Abbai ships surrounded and fighting
frantically for every extra second of survival, time they used to try and
destroy more of the missile carriers dropping plagues on the world
below. It was too late of course, the populations fate was by now
sealed, but it did not stop them trying.
Incoming, hard to starboard! Paul yelled. Quick!
The Freighter burned its bow thrusters and Jors slackened the output
from the left hand engine causing the ship to swing rapidly around. As
it did so a cluster of asteroids hurtled past, spinning through the mess
of the battle to impact on the surface or Utriel sending massive plumes
of dirt and dust up into the high atmosphere. More rocks flew past,
aimed at the planets cities and and military facilities that could
conceivably have underground bunkers sealed off from the airborne
virus. The Dilgar were determined to leave absolutely nothing alive
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Paul was pulled back in his seat as Jors slewed the ship around again
and put them back on course for the escape path, using the reload
time of the mass drivers he rapidly ducked through their firing path
and to the edge of the minefield.
Were here. He commented plainly as if he were on a simple supply
run.
Follow the course of the convoy exactly, we dont want to run into a
surprise. Paul ordered.
The Space Race had covered about half the distance with the battle
still raging behind them when sensors warned of a ship closing.
Jashakar class Frigate. Paul said through gritted teeth. Its on an
intercept course, damn thing could burn us from stem to stern.
From just off the port side the Frigate closed, arming its weapons and
locking on to the struggling freighter. A flight of Abbai fighters tried to
stop it but the warship simply ignored them, their ultra light particle
cannons posing no real threat to it.
Can we evade? Toby suggested frantically.
Not in this old tub. Jors said calmly. Never mind.
There was a sudden flash, Paul expected it to be weapons fire but
when nothing further happened he had to look at his sensor station. It
showed the Frigate spinning ot of control with heavy damage to its
bow.
The minefield! he yelled joyously. It hit a mine!
As he spoke the Frigate blundered into two more devices, essentially
ending its contribution to the battle. It fell out of control no longer a
significant threat to anyone.
Glad we stuck to the path. Jenny observed. And we should be
clear.
Take us to the gate, no messing around, just go for it. Paul
emphasized. Get us outta here before the Dilgar finish off the planet
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Captain Cashik wiped away a bead of sweat from her head, reacting
with surprise when she saw the trickle down her face had in fact been
blood. Her ship had taken a beating and wouldnt have lasted long on
the frontline, so instead was sent to protect the convoy of civilian ships
trying to make the Jumpgate. Part of her had felt like staying behind
even accepting the likely outcome, accepting death as long as it meant
doing her duty. But rationally she understood she could do more with
the convoy group than she could defending the colony, a world which
was now lost and condemned. They monitored the attack, watching
the plague deliberately introduced to the verdant world and observed
from a distance the final destruction of the fleet they had served.
The leader of eighth squadron reports shes down to two fighters, the
twenty second is down to three. Officer Trinki relayed in her shrill
tone, the bridge was damaged and the Syonar punched full of holes
but at least her crew was holding together. Over the radio theyd
heard cries of panic from other vessels less ready for war whoms
crews had just fallen apart when the Dilgar broke through. Those ships
hadnt lasted long.
Tell them to stay close, we can support each other. Cashik ordered.
The convoy had been struck by repeated fighter attacks but mercifully
few warships were around, most were too busy hitting the last
defenders over Utriel itself, the battle now a distant blaze of light and
radiation.
Captain, those Dilgar fighters that were shadowing us, Weapons
officer Franir pointed to a display. They aint shadowing anymore.
Power up the weapons batteries again, fire at will. Cashik said
wearily. Let them come.
Jenny, get the particle guns spun up, were going to have company.
Paul had hoped that escaping the planet was the end of their
problems, but it seemed the Dilgar were quite determined to kill
everything in the system and roving fighter patrols were stationed at
intervals between the colony and the jump gate, along with one or two
light warships. They had almost caught up with the convoy when a
number of these fighters moved to strike, going for the weaker
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Friendlies coming in from twelve oclock. Toby stated, his demeanor

a little more relaxed now they were in open space and he had
something to do. The enemies are at nine through eleven.
Particle cannons spun up and ready to fire.
Time to get even. Paul resolved. Open fire.
The four turrets on the Space Race engaged, firing on the Dilgar
fighters as they crossed their path. Abbai Kotha interceptors joined the
fray while the other freighters and their escorts tried to bring down the
attack with their own fire. Thorun fighters were hit and destroyed but
not before their squad mates had brought down two freighters, tearing
apart their engines and leaving them drifting, slowly falling behind the
convoy. The surviving fighters moved out of range and regrouped,
eyeing the wounded ships like a shark smelling blood.
They gonna be taken under tow? Toby asked as the Space Race
passed the damaged ships.
By who? Jors asked. None of these ships will stop long enough to
help, itd be suicide.
They cant just leave them! Why dont the warships do something?
They are, theyre protecting the convoy. Forty ships here or two ships
back there. Jenny pointed out from the weapons station. Cold hard
numbers.
The Dilgar fighters lurking behind began to close, moving in on the
damaged ships.
Why dont we help, try something? Toby persisted. We shouldnt
just leave them to die!
Nobody answered. None of them wanted to just leave, but to go back
would leave them prey for the Fighter units, and in the end would
leave three wrecks for the Dilgar to salvage instead of two.
TKoth took off his headphones, for an instant tiny voices shouting for
help were heard before he turned the channels over. They didnt need
reminding what would happen.
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Six Destroyers, Franir read the display. Plus a hefty fighter escort.
We have to clear them away. Cashik replied. Form up with the other
ships, we dont need to destroy them just push them past the gate so
our convoy can escape.
The small group of Abbai escorts detached and accelerated forward to
engage the Dilgar piquet ships before the freighters entered their firing
range. Fighters from both sides broke off in a swarm and charged
headlong into battle with raw nerve and little finesse. Once again the
Abbai pilots threw everything they had into the fight, but they couldnt
stand against the well trained and aggressive Dilgar fighters and were
shot down at an alarming rate. However they were achieving their
main goal of keeping the enemy away from the convoy.
The Syonar lumbered into range, its engines still not fully repaired,
and fired its twin lasers at the ship closest to the gate, striking it
squarely and tearing into its hull. In response the Dilgar unleashed a
constant barrage of bolter fire and lasers, but instead of firing across
the line they picked one ship at a time and systematically overloaded
its shields and defenses. The most intact cruiser in the fleet was the
first to go, exploding in less than a minute, followed by the second
most capable vessel.
Theyre taking out our best ships first. Cashik noted, once again
cursing the Dilgar way of war. Wheres the convoy.
Almost to the gate, the first ships are preparing to jump.
Paul Calendar almost cheered when one of the Dilgar warships near
the gate exploded, the Abbai were doing a good job at clearing the
way though it was costing them greatly. The sequential flashing of the
struts announced the opening of the jump point, and the way to
salvation appeared before them.
Here we go, home straight people. He assured.
The first ships passed through while the Abbai cruisers kept fighting,
each freighter that escaped took thousands of survivors with it, they
were a tiny fraction of the population of Utriel but every refugee that
escaped was a victory rescued from this tragic disaster. The jump gate
continued to swirl, its generators keeping the vortex open much longer
than a starship could handle and so allowing the long line of civilian
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Fighters moving in. Jenny warned.

You know what to do, lets not blow it at this stage.
The particle cannons chugged, throwing out their charges at a group of
Thoruns, the neighboring ships followed suit. With the warship escorts
hitting the Dilgar capital ships and the Abbai fighters virtually
annihilated the surviving Thoruns had free range over the convoy as it
dashed for safety, their only hope that they could soak up the damage
and still make it.
Paul involuntarily ducked as a Dilgar fighter passed yards from his
window, its grey fuselage a long blur as it raced past with an Abbai
fighter chasing it. The ship ahead was struck by a squadron of
Thoruns, bright plumes of fire erupting from its hull as the weapons
fire tore through it and caused it to list and tumble. Another ship was
hit, and another. The first barely managed to keep going, long streams
of atmosphere gushing out of its broken form while the second lost its
engine feed and disappeared in a fireball.
Watch the debris! Paul warned, and Jors altered the Space Races
heading so the tumbling wreckage fell past them, the disturbing scene
plainly visible up close from the large window. Another Abbai cruiser
fell apart under Dilgar heavy fire, but by now most of the convoy was
out of the gate and on its way to Ssumssha.
Watch our six. Toby stated while Jenny quickly tracked the guns.
The cannons fired again, one of the pulses passing straight through a
Thoruns cockpit much to the crews satisfaction, none of them held any
love for the Dilgar after today. The other fighters kept coming, and as
one fired on the ship. The weapons fire tore into the rear of the Space
Race eating into the engineering bay and crucially the engine feeds,
blowing out the power relays and shutting down two of the four
engines. The ship veered suddenly as the thrust changed, sending it
spinning off course.
No! No! No! Paul yelled. Get us back to the gate!
On my to do list. Jors said implacably as he wrestled with the
controls, shunting power and trying an emergency restart of the
damaged engines. Their new course sent them to the left of the gate,
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Err, Jors. Toby pointed out of the window at the approaching

firefight.
I can see it. He grimaced, flicking switches on and off seemingly at
random and sending vibrations through the ship as the engines tried to
re-engage. The Dilgar fighters ignored them, prepared to finish them
later and instead engaged the last few ships trying to make the gate,
destroying two more before they finally made it out, the gate closing
behind them.
Gates closed. Toby said with some agitation.
Well spotted. Paul gritted his teeth again, it was going to take a few
minutes for the pylons to recharge after holding the vortex open so
long.
So how do we escape? We wont last until it recharges, were history!
Toby wailed. After all that to buy it now!
Toby, shut up. Paul said methodically. Jenny, watch our back. Jors,
go for those ships.
The warships firing nuclear yield weapons around. He queried.
Yes. Fly for them.
Okay, hang on. He dropped a few more switches, and with a shake
the damaged engines came online driving the ship forward again right
towards the battling vessels.
Cashik sprayed the fire extinguisher a few more times just to make
sure the fire was out, then dropped the canister and knealt beside
Trinki.
Doesnt look too bad, she reassured her deck officer whose console
had exploded after the latest hit. Medics are on the way, just lie still.
Of course they might take another direct hit before they arrived which
would probably finish them, but there was no need to share that
thought. Going against her instinct she stood and left Trinki for the
medics and devoted her attention to the battle.
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Now we try and escape, activate jump engines.

Theyve taken damage maam. He warned. Theres a good chance
theyll blow.
Well at least the Dilgar wont kill us then. Do it.
The Syonar shunted power and began to rip apart space to create its
own vortex, beside them a heavily damaged carrier finally succumbed
to enemy fire, its hull rippled with internal explosions as the Dilgar
finished it off.
Captain, one of the freighters is heading this way!
Cashik checked the sensor reports, one of the ships shed assumed
was destroyed was heading their way at high speed, a whole wing of
fighters behind it.
Theyre heading right for us?
Yes maam.
They know were opening a jump point, they want to use it too. She
nodded, coming to a decision in her mind. Hold position, keep the
vortex open.
Captain please, we can only hold it for a minute before the engines
bleed dry. Franir called, survival was so tantalisingly close for them,
they just had to leave through the vortex.
I gave an order. She said firmly. Hold here.
Oh thank God. Paul exhaled. Look, that cruisers seen us. Get us
through that vortex now, give it all shes got.
Believe me, I aint holding back. Jors stated.
Dilgar fighters were still shooting, the bright energy bolts flaming past
the ship and occasionally hitting, Paul prayed they werent doing heavy
damage. A Thorun blazed past, doing a back flip directly ahead of
them and then firing at the flight deck itself, the plasma bolts
slamming into the forward hull dangerously close to the window. One
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being arrested by cables, the five hundred pound locker would have
crushed him flat if it wasnt for the ships lack of gravity to pull it down.
He was temporarily blinded as Jenny put a particle bolt through the
fighters fuel cells reducing it to glowing scrap the size of coins, and
when his vision returned the window was filled with the Vortex.
Finally the Space Race managed to leave the Utriel system, followed
by the last Abbai defenders on board the Syonar. Behind them was a
wasteland, a cluttered field of wrecked ships destroyed fighters and
dead bodies. The colony was gone, slowly being murdered by a
genetically manipulated plague and bombed into ruin from orbit. The
Dilgar didnt want this world, it had nothing of value to them, all it
gave them was an opportunity to show the League and the rest of the
galaxy what they could expect.
There was no quarter, no surrender, no hope of survival. For the Dilgar
this was about the life and death of their species, and by their actions
they had shown that the League was in the same position. To lose was
to be exterminated, and the slaughter at Utriel was just a small
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Chapter 8
Dreadnought Conqueror, Dilgar 1st Strike fleet.
We have a minor problem. Supreme Warmaster Garshan addressed
Jhadur on the communication net. She had been waiting anxiously for
news from the Abbai front where her brother was engaged in the
frontline of combat, when the system had shown an incoming message
she opened it with great expectation, only to be disappointed by the
image of her commander and mentor. Immediately she felt ashamed,
she had great respect, even affection, for the old leader and should be
glad to hear from him. She had raised her chin and offered a formal
salute.
And this problem is?
Our attack on the Drazi is stalling, the Titholis star system was
chosen for our first foray into their space, as you know Warmaster
Lenchar is leading the battle. She nodded. It seems resistance is
stronger than expected and his ships have been unable to break the
Drazi resistance, as we speak his units are barely holding their ground
against a heavy counter attack.
Jhadur bowed her head to hide a grin. She had predicted that Lenchar
would make a fool of himself if he ever tried to lead a real battle
against a serious fleet. Attacking the Balosians was one thing, the
Drazi were very different.
I do not see it as cause for amusement. Garshan said sternly.
No sir, of course not. Jhadur straightened.
I know you predicted this, but that doesnt give you the right to sneer
at fellow officers. Lenchar is a good Warmaster.
May I speak plainly? Jhadur asked.
Always. Answered the Supreme Warmaster, he had learnt that while
Jhadur lacked the tact and subtle speech of other high ranking
officers, what she said was usually right.
He is a good intelligence officer, but a poor field commander. She
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way for him to gain more power and prestige which he will probably
try and use to replace you.
And you have evidence for this?
I have instinct sir. Jhadur answered. Not enough to prove anything,
but enough to be prepared.
Garshan settled back, suddenly looking very old and weary. I know I
am old, and that soon my days will end.
Not soon sir, I expect many years will pass before
That is not necessary. He said sharply. I do not need platitudes! he
grunted. I have decided that you should replace me, you already
know this, but the decision is the Emperors alone, and the Emperor is
a puppet of the Warmasters.
The Emperor of the Imperium was a weak minded individual, it was an
open secret that every move he made was scripted by the
Warmasters, and specifically Lenchar. As head of military intelligence
he was in charge of influencing the people of the Dilgar race to do
what the Warmasters needed, giving him great power during any
future leadership contests. Jhadur knew this and her only hope was to
make sure her own successes in the war were greater than his, and
happily that seemed like it was about to happen.
Then whoever rules the council of Warmasters rules the Dilgar.
Jhadur said. And has always been you, I doubt even Lenchar for all
his ambition would challenge you.
But I will not always be here, and soon you and he will be in line to
rule our people. You must be the one who succeeds. Garshan said.
You are the future of our people.
I promise your wishes will be seen to, one way or another.
Well, this is your chance. The old man said. I give you a chance to
shine, to prove your prowess and highlight his failures. Where Lenchar
has failed to break the Drazi you will succeed. Youre orders are to
take you fleet and attack in support of Lenchar. Basically you can
rescue him from the damn mess he has created which Im sure youll
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Rescuing my rival? she mulled it over. I can see that helping my

claim to the title of Supreme Warmaster, but I will do it in my way,
with your permission.
You have free reign Jhadur, do as you will. Garshan nodded. Just
make sure the offensive gets back on schedule.
As you wish, Warmaster. She bowed, and when she returned to her
stance the screen was blank and image gone. She had her orders, and
a responsibility not only to help the fleets fighting and losing under
Warmaster Lenchar, but to establish herself as the pre-eminent leader
of her people. Garshan believed in her, and she would not fail him.
The system chirped again.
Computer, receive message. She straightened again ready to receive
the Supreme Warmaster.
Instead the image showed a bloodied face and a wrecked bridge, a
darkened and torn picture of something so familiar, and yet it made
her gasp in joy.
Sister, Shadur smiled. Widely. Its over. We made it.
And that was all she needed to hear before bursting out in relieved
laughter and tears of pure joy.
Ssumssha, homeworld of the Abbai Matriarchy.
October 2230.
It was a despondent atmosphere which greeted the Space Race as it
entered normal space in company with the last survivors from Utriel.
Ships seemed to mill around with no real sense of direction and no
idea what to do next. Among the survivors there was a state of
disbelief, an inability to accept that the horrific events they had all
witnessed had actually occurred. The defenses had fallen so quickly
and the Dilgar brutality was like nothing ever experienced in warfare
before, it was an entirely new and terrifying experience and one for
which they had been totally unprepared for. It had been as much a
psychological defeat for the Abbai as it had been a material defeat.
Abbai cruiser Syontar, thanks for the help. Captain Calendar said
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adrenalin was wearing off they were each growing extremely tired.
Couldnt have made it without your help.
Our pleasure. Captain Cashik replied, nearly 80 of Abbai society were
females so Paul hadnt been surprised to here their savior was a
female Captain. You helped evacuate refugees from the planet, it was
an honor to help.
The vortex closed behind them, the next ships expected to enter this
system were the Dilgar. It was a chilling thought, and for Paul not
something he wanted to stick around for. The defense grid around
Ssumssha was incredibly powerful, dwarfing even the frontier defenses
at Utriel, but after witnessing how quickly the Dilgar had broken
through Paul and his crew took no comfort or security behind the walls
of guns and mines.
Once again Captain, you have our thanks. He said sincerely, then
ended the transmission. Alright Jors, take us into orbit. Well dock at
the main spaceport and unload our passengers, TKoth, could you tell
them to be ready to leave?
The Narn translator nodded and then made his way back to tell the
Abbai refugees in their own language that they were now home.
So we drop the passengers and go? Toby wondered.
Jors chuckled. No way, we need to fix the engines and top up our
tanks first.
Whats the bad news? Paul asked, repairs to the ship were taken
from a fund pooled by the whole crews profits. Running the ship was
extremely expensive and usually accounted for half the cost of a
standard job, happily the fees the Abbai had been paying were much
greater but even so the costs today were going to be substantial.
Engine controls are fried. Jors said. The magnetic fields are gone,
flow regulators fused open, shielding and coolant casings burned
away, plus those Dilgar fighters added some holes that shouldnt be
there. Ive been controlling our speed through altering reactor flow
directly, which is very bad for the reactor, probably screwed it too.
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We need a full replacement of the engine modules, five to ten million

Id guess. Our reactor also needs a swap out, thats another ten million
or more, depends on damage to the support systems.
What? Toby exclaimed. We could buy a new ship for that!
But it wouldnt be as good. Jenny offered. It wouldnt be the Race
This ships soldiered on for fifteen years, we fix it. Paul said.
Everyone pays an equal stake in the cost.
No way! Toby shouted. Thats like five million each, its almost all of
our profits!
We signed a deal, the ship comes first! Paul emphasized.
I say we scrap it, walk away with the cash.
Paul grabbed the younger man tightly by the shoulder. This ship
saved our lives you ungrateful waster, there isnt another ship in the
galaxy that could have done the same things this little freighter has.
We will fix her, because we are still a long way from home and this
ship is still our only chance of living through this invasion, am I clear?
Toby frowned, and then nodded in acknowledgement of the dire
situation. The Abbai should fix us for free.
Yeah well, theyve got a war to fund now, they cant give away twenty
some million credits to aliens. Paul shrugged. How long do we think
it will take?
To do it right? Jors shrugged Three months. To get us patched up
enough for a home journey, about a week.
We dont have a day! Toby cried. The Dilgar are going to sweep in
here like they did before, and this time we are trapped!
Quit whining. Paul frowned. Well patch the engines enough to get
us out of the warzone, then well take some time to get our ship back
to new. This isnt a debate.
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There arent going to be any transports home. Jenny stated. Anyone

with half a brain cell would be long gone by now, only a fool would
come here on the eve of an invasion.
Or someone really greedy, like us. Paul sighed. In hindsight we
shouldve just stuck to shifting industrial parts to Proxima.
Well, at least even after repairs well still be fairly rich. Jors pointed
out. Enough to make this still profitable, plus we aint dead.
Always a positive. Jenny agreed.
Paul leaned back in his chair as Jors decelerated, moving the ship into
position above the planet and closing on a spaceport. Slowly the
freighter aligned with an extended docking tube and clamped on, a
light switched on green on the control panel indicating they had a
secure seal.
Lets get the passengers off, Im sure theyre as glad to be here as we
are. He said. Then wed better do something about the engines.
And quickly. Toby pressed. I dont wanna have to go through all
that escaping again.
Office of the President, Geneva, Earth
President Hauser took his time with the report, once again it was in
English and he had to examine certain words to make sure he
understood them fully. Hed spent most of his career speaking English,
though he kept to his native German in private and at home, but every
so often he ran into trouble, he figured he was just getting old.
This is a very specific report. The President nodded. Well done Mr
Durban.
The EIA Chief nodded in acknowledgement. Our sources in Abbai
space are pretty effective, one of our best agents is out there now,
plus we receive a lot of data from civilian ships selling their flight data
recorders.
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Youd be surprised how much ISN would pay for good combat
footage. Durban said slyly. And it seems this battle was the biggest
thing in a century or two.
Ive got some of our best analysts looking over the footage.
Commented General Denisov, the Chairman of the Earth Force Joint
chiefs of staff and senior officer of all branches of the military. Were
looking for weaknesses in the Dilgar tactics, observing their firepower
and investigating whether or not they can be considered a threat to
us.
Our position is one of caution. Durban said. We know they are
highly aggressive and while we are still trying to ascertain what
actually happened to the colony it doesnt look good.
Planetary annihilation. Brogan observed. They killed every living
thing down there.
As I indicated, we are still working on the specifics. Durban glared at
Brogan, the two men were from opposite ends of the spectrum with
Durban a cold and analytical man who wouldnt make any statement
until he was utterly sure it was correct. For him information was the
only real medium, emotions and opinions were irrelevant, if it didnt
have cold hard facts behind it, it wasnt worth knowing. Brogan on the
other hand was a man of beliefs and convictions. He looked at a larger
picture and tried to gauge what the thoughts and emotions behind the
actions he saw were. These two opposite views turned out to be very
useful, with each using very different methods to come to the same
conclusion, in this case it was to agree that the Dilgar would be a
threat to Earth.
Anything from the Abbai government? Hauser asked his aides.
Nothing, theyre still in turmoil. Brogan reported. We understand
theyre trying to invoke the Leagues mutual defense pact but it seems
their fellow worlds are less than willing to help.
Youre kidding? Hauser said with a hint of shock. The League isnt
going to protect the Abbai?
The Drazi might, but no one else has offered to send ships, at least
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But they are an alliance right? I mean if one League world is attacked
all the others respond, surely thats the point of having a damn League
in the first place!
Thats the theory, but it seems not the fact. Durban answered this
time. Despite what the treaties say we dont predict the League will
unite, at least not until its too late. Some are over confident, some are
just plain scared and hope to remain unnoticed. It comes down to
none of them wanting a war, and sure not with the Dilgar.
The Dilgar hit the League and it broke into its component pieces.
Brogan pointed out with distaste. It was to be expected without a
strong guiding force behind them. They just dont have the same
moral fiber we humans do, they lack the sense of working for a better
future and the greater good.
Director Durban glared at his colleague. With all due respect to the
secretary of State those are opinions, and rather uninformed ones at
that. I dont see how he can comment on the morals and ideals of
races he has no real understanding of.
The evidence is there for all of us to see! Brogan defended. They
refuse to help each other in their time of greatest need! Its tragic, and
I am pleased we didnt pursue stronger ties with them because they
are untrustworthy, self interested and totally amoral!
Your bigoted generalization is
Gentlemen, please. The President interjected, arguments between
Brogan and Durban were getting more and more frequent, especially
on the issue of relations with Alien races. Durban favored working with
other powers to expand human influence, while Brogan wanted to
keep Earth isolated from the Alien influences he saw as detrimental to
Human society. A balance between the two would be ideal, expanding
Human influence without impacting their society, but for Hauser that
seemed an impossible compromise. Lets keep to the issue at hand,
the Dilgar.
Durban sighed, then composed himself. We believe they will try for
the Abbai homeworld itself, after the fanatical attack on Utriel we are
unconvinced their defenses will hold.
They dont have the stomach for war. Brogan added, not to Durbans
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For our response Mr President Id recommend offering food and

medical aide, but nothing more at this time. The EIA director said.
At least we agree on that. Secretary Brogan nodded.
And the Earth Forces view? Hauser looked to General Denisov.
We know little about Dilgar capabilities yet, he answered with a
Ukrainian accent. But they are an advanced and clearly fanatical
enemy. They seem to have no quarrel with us and I recommend we do
nothing to provoke them, they cant take on the whole League and I
expect the war will end soon, especially if the Drazi become involved.
Very well. Hauser concluded. We will offer simple aid but nothing
more direct for now, our main job is to get a full picture of what
happened at Utriel, and from that information we can truly see what
the Dilgar are like.
Centauri Prime
Homeworld, Centauri Republic.
Prime Minister Shorra strode pridefully through the corridors of power
in the royal palace, its walls draped with fine portraits and lush silks
from across the Republic. He quickly calculated the combined worth of
the decorations in this wing of the palace alone could fund a small fleet
of warships for the navy, but considered the art and dcor a more
worthy use of that money. The Centauri didnt need any more
Warships, but the art of this palace had a value beyond the tangible, it
was living history and a direct link to the great days of the Centauri
people when they lived like gods and the stars before them trembled
at their might.
Of course nothing lasts forever, and the Centauri were now a shadow
of their former selves, brought down from within rather than from
outside. The different noble houses had squabbled and bickered with
each other creating constant conflict within the government and
dividing the great realm. The Orieni war had been a disastrous
miscalculation which had hastened the fall of the Republic and the
resulting civil war had almost destroyed them. They had rebuilt, tried
to expand again and had found the Narn among others, which had
proven to be akin to opening Pandoras box and unleashing a universe
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and left the Republic as it appeared this day, little more than two
decades since the Narns gained their independence.
Shorra reached his destination, a pair of gilded gates enclosing the
Throne room of the Emperor. He straightened his dark blue coat
liberally encrusted in gold thread, hoped his crest wasnt as large as
the Emperors, and then nodded to the guards to let him past.
Emperor Turhan was engrossed in a report, the rich parchment was a
left over of an ancient tradition where the Emperor would only touch
the finest paper available, and so to this day even with holographic
imagers reports were hand written on a supply of high grade
parchment at unnecessary cost. Shorra corrected himself, it wasnt
unnecessary because like everything in this palace it was a link to their
past, and tradition was priceless. He stood before the Emperor, bowed,
and waited. One did not address the Emperor first, even if it meant
standing in silence for hours waiting for his attention Shorra could
make no suggestion that the Emperor should hurry. Shorra knew the
previous Emperor had gone senile before his death and the combined
leaders of the Royal navy had been summoned and then promptly
forgotten about for six whole days last year, a situation which if widely
known would probably have caused the Narns much amusement.
Perhaps sometimes the Centauri were slaves to their past rather than
preservers of it.
Prime Minister, The Emperor acknowledged his presence. Have you
spoken to the Centaurum?
Yes Majesty, they are quite concerned with Narn overtures toward the
Gorash system.
Im sure they are. Turhan nodded. Though you and I both know
their main concern is consolidating their position under my rule.
Shorra did not reply, it was of course completely true. The Noble
houses had been squabbling in the power vacuum which came when
the prior Emperor had died and Turhan was only just starting to
impose his authority. The houses were only concerned with
themselves, and the greater glory of the Republic seemed a distant
second to personal greed. It was a shameful time to be a Centauri.
Look at our people Shorra, look at what we have become. Turhan
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petty greed and ambition, is it any wonder the Narn are at our
throats.
Again he kept his silence.
We have become weak, vulnerable to our enemies. The Republic is a
hollow shell which looks grand on the outside but is empty within, if
the Narns discover that by attacking us it could spell disaster.
Forgive me Emperor, but do you believe the Narns could defeat us in
war?
Ultimately, no. the Emperor said gravely. We are still too powerful
for them, but we are also divided and it will take time for us to oppose
them, the houses hate each other and would bicker over tactics and
strategy while the Narn burn our border worlds. We would eventually
drive them back but the damage would be done and our vulnerabilities
shown to other potential and more dangerous enemies.
Shorra understood. You mean the Dilgar.
Precisely. Turhan nodded, while he was intelligent and an excellent
politician he had a rather warm face and some would say a gentle
nature, something tremendously rare in a Monarch of the Centauri. His
rise to the throne was due to careful coordination, a lengthy process of
gathering allies in the Centaurum and laying down favors and offers to
clear the path for ascension to the Throne. When Emperor Deraini
finally died, some would say with assistance, Turhans plans were so
flawlessly laid no one else could gather enough support to seriously
challenge him. He became Emperor through politics, perhaps not the
soundest of bases.
I understand the Dilgar have already attacked the Abbai. Shorra
said.
Yes, and the latest reports say they are also fighting the Drazi.
A war on two fronts? Not the wisest move.
No, but they seem to be making progress. Turhan stated. Examine
their battles, you will find they are a far more dangerous enemy than
the Narn. If we are weakened by a Narn attack, and further divided by
arguments and bickering over blame and spoils afterwards we will be a
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Shorra hadnt considered that before, believing in the perceived

invincibility of the Centauri Royal navy. It was still considered the most
powerful force in the galaxy but perhaps not so feared as it once was.
Of all the races in the galaxy he had felt most threatened by the
Narns, they were the Republics bogeymen, the object of fear mothers
used to frighten their children into behaving. But now it appeared that
maybe the real threat was actually not the Narns at all, but the Dilgar.
We know the Narn and Dilgar have a treaty, though the specifics are
secret. Turhan explained, his political mind working through the
options, If they are working together no doubt they each want
something from the other. They will try to play the other faction, to
turn their policies to suit their own long term goals and I have a
feeling that both those factions want to see us removed from the
galaxy.
So we must plan for the worst?
Indeed, our aim should be to avoid a war at all costs until we
strengthen ourselves. My goal as Emperor is to unite our people once
more, not in the goal of conquest or recapturing the past, but in the
aim of creating a new Centauri Republic, one which tries to forge a
better and peaceful future and maintain a very strong defense as
deterrent. I fear the Narns may be a great trial for us, but at this hour
it is the Dilgar we should fear.
Our commanders do not think they will meet much more success
Majesty, not if they press on against the whole League. Shorra
mentioned.
Perhaps, but if the League is conquered they will have a resource
base to rival us, and a battle hardened and unified fleet which makes
our navy look like a local militia fleet. Throw in the Narns and they will
be unstoppable, not us, not the Humans, maybe not even the Minbari
would be able to stop them. That is where I predict this war going, and
we must be ready for it. Turhan dismissed him with a wave.
Shorra bowed, head spinning with new and unwanted thoughts. An all
powerful Empire growing on their border was a great fear of the
Centauri, they had been rather disturbed by the rapid growth of the
Earth Alliance but at least the humans were content to mind their own
business and work through trade. The Dilgar were an infinitely more
difficult problem, and Turhan was right, if the Dilgar attacked the
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back, and if they amassed a significant power base it would be

hopeless. He hoped Turhan had a damn good plan.
Ssumssha, Abbai homeworld.
Shaladan narrowed his eyes, the heavy build of his face precluded any
subtle expressions of regret or sympathy so he had simply learned to
say things outright and avoid all that needless small talk. That did not
mean he was callous, far from it, at this moment he was feeling great
sympathy for the Abbai and really didnt want to deliver his news.
Unfortunately they had to know.
He stood before the Natar, supreme leader and mother figure for the
Abbai in her court chambers, with her were the main advisors to the
Abbai government and Ambassador Alikie, all of whom were waiting
anxiously for his message.
It is my duty to tell you that no Drazi ships will be able to help you in
your defense, I am sincerely sorry.
There was a cacophony of calls as the audience bombarded him and
the Natar with questions and comments, the noise slowly dying as the
leader raised her hand to quell the crowded advisors.
Tell me, why will no ships come. The Natar said softly, she didnt
need to raise her voice as utter silence reigned whenever she spoke
and her words drifted clearly to the Drazi representative. We had a
mutual defense treaty separate to the League pact.
Yes Maam. He said. However my government reports a large Dilgar
fleet is attacking the Tithalis system and it is taken the bulk of our
ships to drive them back.
The Drazi are being attacked simultaneously? Alikie said in some
surprise. It seems we underestimated their numbers.
And their will to do battle. The Natar observed. The rest of the
League has refused us, offering only sympathy.
The Drazi will come to your aid, but first we must defeat the ships
attacking us and that may take time. Shaldan stated. We will honor
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I believe you. The Natar nodded. I only hope our world is here to
meet you. She seemed to shrink in her throne, becoming physically
smaller as the realities weighed down on her. So we can expect no
help from our neighbors, and our confidence in our defenses appears
misplaced.
Our planetary defenses are impenetrable. A General said confidently.
Thats what we thought about Utriel. The Natar commented. No, we
must be fully prepared for this eventuality, we must have a plan ready
for if the Dilgar break through, and you Ambassador Shaladan will
liase with our fleet to come up with a suitably robust contingency. I
feel it will take a Drazi perspective to prepare us for confronting the
Dilgar fleet on open ground.
Shaladan bowed. I offer what help I can.
In all our history we have never faced a threat like this before. The
Abbai Matriarch said. We stand on the edge of total destruction, of
extinction merely days or hours away. It is unthinkable, but we must
think it, we must examine it and we must fight to prevent it, to kill
those who would kill us. We have no choice, we have nothing else to
do and no one else to count on but ourselves. We stand alone, and
may the Great Mother help us all in this time.
The Abbai bowed their heads in respect to their deity and offered a
silent prayer.
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Chapter 9
Dilgar 1st Strike fleet
Jhadur was excited, she stood on the edge of an event which would
see all her plans put into effect and would mark a great moment for
the Dilgar race. As far as moments go it was a grand one, something
history books would examine for millennia and the token by which she
would be known. The offensive into Drazi space was breaking, the
main fleet under Warmaster Lenchar was collapsing at Tithalis and
would soon be forced to retreat back without her help so jeopardizing
the entire war and leaving the Dilgar border open to counter attack.
She had resolved to make sure that would not happen and to give the
Drazi a lesson in total war.
Her good mood was helped by the news her brother was safe, and
although his ship was little more than a shell of its former self he was
unharmed and tremendously pleased with the success of the fleet. It
wasnt until she reviewed a log of the battle that she truly
comprehended just how much danger Shadur had put himself in, and
that he had almost single handedly ensured victory by rallying the
fleet and inspiring them to keep fighting. She had felt so proud at that
moment that it eclipsed all her other concerns, it seemed inevitable
her Brother would become a Warmaster in his own right and assume
command of the Abbai expedition.
Her joy was still with her despite the difficult task ahead, she was
under no illusions and expected a very hard fight, but she had also
learned about her enemy and knew the weaknesses of the Drazi,
something she would exploit today. The Drazi knew there was a
second Dilgar fleet in the area and that Jhadur commanded it. They
knew that it would be deployed at Tithalis to help her embattled
comrades and they had planned accordingly, keeping a large strategic
reserve ready to confront her when she arrived. The Drazi were
expecting her, Lenchar was expecting her, it seemed everyone was
waiting for her fleet to show up for a bloody and decisive battle.
Therefore she decided to do something totally unexpected and ignore
the Tithalis system. Her battle was to be elsewhere.
Weve reached the Latig beacon. Captain Anjash reported, a Dilgar
female with bright white hair and dark green eyes. She was striking in
appearance but more importantly was an excellent tactician and knew
how to get the most from the Conqueror. The ship was a standard
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bolters, missiles and pulsar weapons. It was an excellent blend of

firepower, speed and agility with reasonably solid armor and a good
fighter compliment. While the ship performed well Jhadurs first act as
Warmaster was to commission a modified version for her personal use
with an altered weapons load and extensive labs and scientific facilities
for conducting research over combat zones. The ship was not quite
ready yet and still needed a good name, so for now the Conqueror
proved more than sufficient.
Alert the fleet. Jhadur purred in her calm tones. Exit hyperspace
and assume combat formations, stay in standard Pentacan formation
until ordered otherwise.
She noted the slight rumble from the ships engines as they delivered
the power necessary to return to normal space. Her bridge was deep
within the armored hull of the ship and had no windows on the outside
world, but in her minds eye she could visualize the red of hyperspace
parting to show the darkness of space beyond, with the star Latig
somewhere in the distance. The banks of data around her lit up and
shifted to active status as the warship made its transition and began
searching near space for threats and targets.
The Latig system was home to a major colony on the fourth planet and
a number of listening posts and fleet bases. Strategically it was highly
valuable to the Drazi and as such was perfect for her plan, she
imagined the little aliens running around in panic as her warships
entered their system by the hundred, saw them activating their
sensors and quailing in terror. This would be a moment of sweet
revenge, the fulfillment of a personal oath to ensure the Drazi species
ceased to plague the galaxy.
Her mind drifted back to her youth, to the image of her father as he
went to war against the Drazi, a small border dispute which had tested
the latest ships and technology of the Imperium. The news had said it
was a quick and almost totally clean affair, a demonstration of Dilgar
superiority with only three vessels lost to the enemy. But for Jhadur it
had been no cause for joy, one of those ships belonged to her father
and when the official from the Navy had arrived it was she who opened
the door and let him in. Even as a child she had known what the tall
officer had come for, and knew her family was broken. It was the first
time she had felt the presence of death, something which had since
become her constant companion in life. She had finally reasoned that if
death had a special interest in her she may as well use it to the
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was no longer its plaything but its master. The Drazi would learn that
today.
They are sending distress signals. Anjash reported. Calling on their
fleet.
Jhadur nodded in satisfaction. Excellent, what are their local forces?
Two task forces of Sunhawks, theyre moving to intercept.
Good old predictable Drazi, outnumbered by hundreds they still
insisted on attacking instead of preserving their force until help
arrived. Jhadur ordered the second and third wings to move to
intercept with a few taps of her keyboard.
The two units formed up in a Pentacan formation, an inverted V
formation with a Cruiser at the apex and destroyers extending out into
two arms on either side. The intention was to provide a cone of
firepower and use their speed and agility to trap enemy ships within
the centre of the V shape and strike them from multiple angles. The
tactic had worked well in the past, and Jhadur had developed plans for
a three dimensional Pentacan based on six axis, but for now the fleets
were only trained in the traditional arrangement. The Drazi took the
bait, charging headlong for the largest ship at the apex and left
themselves open to attack on three sides. The attack ships werent
built to take much punishment and fell apart rapidly under the
barrage, their charge brave but foolish and ultimately pointless. The
Dilgar fleet wasnt even slowed down.
Set us up in orbit of Latig IV and stand by. Jhadur ordered. Have
the Eighth corps ready to deploy after a preliminary strike.
She was taking a gamble, it was all based on Drazi mentality and her
understanding of how they fought and lived. By attacking Latig she
knew Warmaster Lenchar would consider her actions a betrayal, he
would immediately withdraw from Tithalis leaving his casualties behind
and return to Dilgar space fuming and expecting a Drazi counter
attack. If the Drazi were competent commanders they would mount
that counter attack and then redeploy forces from other sectors to
meet Jhadur at Latig, however assembling those forces took time,
perhaps days, while the Tithalis force could be in battle within hours.
She gambled that the temptation of fighting her at Latig would drive
the Drazi to send their fleet to her first and leave Lenchar to withdraw
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Drazi, daring them to come and fight her, and she had never once
heard of a Drazi not responding to such a challenge.
Tithalis was a place of their choosing and she had no intention of going
there, she would make them fight on a place of her choosing to her
timetable and under a situation she set up. She would dominate this
battle and control every tiny detail of the Drazis destruction, and then
she would exact her revenge. Lenchar would be disgraced, the
offensive saved and her name showered with glory, plus she would
have uncounted dead Drazi at her feet. It was all so perfect.
We are in position Warmaster. Her Captain said.
I dont want to destroy them all, just send a message. She grinned.
Tell the fifth bombardment wing to remove a city from the planet, I
dont care which one.
A dozen modified destroyers came into view on the tactical displays,
they each carried a fully primed mass driver. Latig had nothing in the
way of orbital defenses, their whole concept of defense was based on a
strong mobile fleet which was unfortunately fighting elsewhere at the
moment, though probably quickly disengaging. Jhadur watched in
great satisfaction as the weapons charged up, a steady glow of energy
wrapping around the boulders as the ships pointed down at a major
city on the main continent. She was physically tingling with
anticipation as the weapons reached critical charge and fired, her
whole being was prepared to sing out and jump for joy as the rocks
burned through the sky and smashed into the planet below. She was
utterly ecstatic, actually feeling pleasure at the awesome devastation
being visited upon the Drazi at her word. She was a dealer of death, in
her mind the best in the galaxy, and eventually everyone would share
that opinion.
It only took one salvo from the ships, enhanced video images showed
the rocks hit and tall towers disintegrate like confetti in a storm. The
low buildings vanished in the massive seismic shocks and the resulting
damage was hidden by a thick dust cloud. She didnt need the
specifics, it was enough to know the city and its foul inhabitants were
gone.
Deploy landing forces. She announced, her mind still savoring the
beautiful destruction she had wrought. Third and fourth wings will
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Forgive me Warmaster, but the Drazi will be coming, I do not think

two wings will hold them. Captain Anjash said carefully and
respectfully.
No, I dont expect they will. Jhadur nodded. Anjash waited for a
further explanation but none was forthcoming. The Dilgar were a
highly militant society and since she had been able to speak Anjash
had been ordered never to question or pry into the orders of her
superiors, whether parents or teachers, or now in adulthood her
superior military officers. Not only that, but her commander was none
other than the brightest and most enigmatic of the Council of
Warmasters, to question or doubt her orders went against everything
that had been ingrained in her.
Then why not keep the whole fleet here, otherwise our troops on the
surface will be doomed.
Jhadur had a free choice of officers for her fleet, serving with her as
Captain of the Conqueror was considered one of the highest honors in
the Imperium and a whole squadron of senior officers had put
themselves forward. She had sifted through the cream of the navy, the
highest graduating academy students, hardened veterans, none of
them really caught her attention. But then she had stumbled across
Anjashs file. The officer had been demoted for answering back to her
superior and questioning his decision to follow a Drazi raiding party. It
turned out to be a trap and Anjash had been proven right, but was
still disciplined for insubordination.
Jhadur had noticed something in that file she connected with, Anjash
would speak her mind despite protocol if she thought she was right. It
was something Supreme Warmaster Garshan had noticed in Jhadur
herself and encouraged, so she decided to follow his example and
arranged for the officer to be promoted and sent to her command
where her supposed flaws would actually be her greatest asset. Where
another Warmaster would have her flogged for questioning the order,
Jhadur enjoyed it, allowing her to explain it out loud and go over any
flaws she may have missed.
It is a trap for the Drazi Captain, We will not meet them in open
combat we will instead lure them into Latig IVs gravity well where
they will be slowed down and vulnerable, and then strike them from
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Anjash nodded. I see Warmaster, but what about our forces in orbit?
Can we get back in time to help them?
Jhadurs face darkened a little, when formulating the plan she had
asked herself the same thing. It had been the toughest decision she
had to make for the whole operation. No, I doubt we will. Both wings
will be destroyed, and I expect the fifty thousand troops we just sent
down to the surface will also be destroyed. But this is war, and you
have no idea how much we stand to lose if we should fail. Every trap
needs bait, a lure large enough to draw in the entire enemy force.
Leaving a handful of ships and a battalion of troops wouldnt be
enough, I have to make sure the entire Drazi force is committed to
this battle, I have to make sure they deploy forces to the planet and
move into orbit to support them, I have to sacrifice some of our people
to get the Drazi right where I want them.
There was no other way she could imagine, the Drazi would respond
and she had the ability to totally destroy their resistance and open up
the entire border colonies to attack and cleansing, but the price would
be high and she would have to pay it in order to succeed. There was
no other way.
We must ensure that those who die do so with honor and with
meaning, we will deliver a great and crushing victory, but we do it on
my terms, not the Drazi terms. Ultimately we will save more lives then
we lose, remember that, for it is the definition of command. Now,
activate jump engines and withdraw the main fleet, well hold away
from the beacon and prepare for a battle the like of which you cannot
imagine.
Captain Anjash saluted, her face blank. Jhadur didnt know if she
agreed with her decision or not, but she did carry out her orders and
that was enough. If she succeeded she would be a hero of the Dilgar,
if she failed she would probably pay with her life before a firing squad.
Either she would leave Latig victorious, or she simply would not leave.
The fleet vanished into hyperspace, deployed away from the main
trade routes and awaited its prey.
EarthDome, Geneva.
Morgan Clark had a tiny office underneath the main government
complex, a series of simple brick buildings beside Lake Geneva. While
the President and the Senate had an extravagant set of offices and
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put the dome in EarthDome most of the bureaucrats lived and

worked in more traditional offices. For Clark that meant a
subterranean cubby hole sandwiched between generators and building
supplies in the EIA central office on the edge of the various
government buildings.
Of course he didnt really mind, he had only left university a year
earlier with a solid history degree and a passion for his planets past.
During his final year his tutors had put him in touch with a member of
EarthGov who suggested his mind would be of great use to his people
if he was interested. It had been a guaranteed job which was very
welcome, but more importantly a chance to serve and progress his
people as it reached out into space, he could be at the forefront of
that, putting humanity on the interstellar map and making sure the
aliens didnt take advantage of his world. He took the job and found
himself an analyst and information interpreter for the Earth
Intelligence Agency, almost a dream job with tremendous potential for
advancement. Living and working in the basement was a temporary
inconvenience, he had already made an impression with the Director
Carl Durban and expected a promotion to actual daylight in the near
future.
A thumping on his door caused him to look up from the report he was
preparing, it was a summary of information on the Dilgar fighter
program gleaned from the League. The Earth Force chiefs of staff
seemed particularly concerned about the Thorun fighters and their
impressive combat record.
Yes, come in. Clark called, his voice sounding tinny in the concrete
room.
To his surprise instead of seeing the mailman or an Intelligence officer
wanting another report, he found Secretary of State Harry Brogan on
his threshold.
Agent Clark, hope Im not disturbing you. He smiled, his thick bible
belt accent smooth as treacle.
Of course not sir, Clark hurriedly cleared a space on his desk and ran
around to drag up a chair. Please, sit down.
Brogan nodded his thanks and settled down, Clark seating himself
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I have to say sir, I dont usually get high level officials down here.
Actually I dont get anyone much down here.
Certainly not cleaners. Brogan observed with a chuckle. I noticed
you in a meeting with the President a while ago, you were aiding
Director Durban.
Yes sir, Ive been studying the Dilgar for the past few months,
whenever Mr Durban needs someone to take notes or offer information
on them he calls me.
Thats pretty impressive, to have the ear of the Director on this
matter. Brogan spoke softly. So he listens to you about the Dilgar?
Yes sir. Clark answered. Its sort of my specialty.
Are you fascinated by the Alien Mr Clark? Brogan asked quite
unexpectedly. Do you perhaps admire them, respect them?
No sir. Clark answered immediately, it was a question he had asked
himself many times in the past and had answered before. I respect
individuals for their merits sir, but not simply because they appear
more advanced.
So the Dilgar for example, are they better than us? Brogan
wondered. In your opinion of course.
I dont think so. They seem an older civilization but that doesnt make
them better. Sure they had space travel before us, sure their scientists
have had longer to work on their technology, but mankind has
developed in other ways. Clark smiled a little, this was something
hed written in his exam paper. Aliens evolved differently, the Abbai
for example had no wars on their world, they all worked together and
placed science as their civilizations goal, thats why they advanced so
quickly. Other races only advanced by accident, by finding alien ships
on their world or getting invaded by other powers and learning from
them. We didnt. We got here ourselves with no outside help, while the
Abbai were exploring science we were fighting wars and learning
better ways to out smart and out fight our enemies. We might not be
advanced scientifically, but our society is just as developed as anyone
elses, in many ways were superior because we did all this ourselves.
Except for that little boost the Centauri gave us, with the jump gate?
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Clark went slightly embarrassed. True enough without a visit from the
Centauri Earth would probably just be locked in the Sol system, and
who knows what the galaxy would be like. I think wed have got there
in the end ourselves. He answered. Itd just have taken a little
longer.
You have some interesting opinions. Brogan nodded. And I think we
have much in common. We share a belief about humanities place in
the galaxy dont we? That we should be a strong part of it but not
controlled by it?
Thats a good way of putting it sir. Clark agreed. Our ideals and
basic concepts of civilization are much better than anything weve seen
among the other aliens, our society is much more tolerant and
balanced than the other Aliens weve seen.
So you consider humanity a leader of galactic civilization?
You could say that. Clark nodded. I think the galaxy could learn a
lot from us.
Brogan grinned widely. Youre absolutely right! He leaned forward
and banged the table, startling Clark. We share the same ideas Mr
Clark, and it is a relief to find a bright young man who understands the
galaxy. Humanity is the leading civilization, and it is my dream to put
us at the head of galactic politics, influencing others while maintaining
our own traditions pure and untainted by misguided Alien philosophy.
Clark smiled a little, agreeing with the Secretary.
We need the Earth Alliance to be strong, Brogan continued, We
need to prove ourselves to the aliens, to show them what we already
know about our place in things. Now we were making good progress
with the Centauri and the League until the present situation, did you
hear the Dilgar are also hitting the Drazi?
That was news to Clark, and seemed risky. The Drazi were a very
formidable force and fighting them while also sending a fleet against
the Abbai was a big gamble.
Do you know whos leading the attack sir?
We had a ship ID from the Drazi saying Warmaster Lenchar. He aint
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Clark nodded, recognizing the name as the head of Dilgar military

intelligence. If the Drazi beat them back it could get messy.
More than that, if the Drazi defeat the Dilgar itll strengthen their
place in the League, make it harder for us to establish our influence.
Brogan pointed out. But on the other hand if the Dilgar win itll be bad
for the League and cause us some major problems in the future. I
dont have to tell you how the Dilgar react to outsiders.
Earth had tried to open diplomatic relations with all the known powers,
it had gone well with the League and Centauri, even the Narns had
thawed in the last five years after initial skirmishes, but the Dilgar had
totally ignored the Earth expeditions and from what the Centauri said
they were just as harsh with the envoys of other races. If the Dilgar
won it would put an aggressive and suddenly much larger power right
on Earths doorstep, one other which they would have no influence.
So you see we have an issue, this war could undo decades of work,
with either the Drazi or the Dilgar taking the place of Earth on the
galactic political scene. Brogan explained. Now I think we should do
something about it, but before we do its important that we have as
much information as possible about the Dilgar.
Well sir, my reports are very thorough, they have everything weve
collected on the Dilgar. Clark stated.
I know, Ive read them and your university reports, thats why Im
here talking to you and not Director Durban.
He doesnt know youre here?
Point is, we dont know what we need to. Brogan went on ignoring
Clarks comment. We dont know how effective they are in battle and
as a result we cant predict how this war will end.
Well data is pretty thin. Clark shrugged. We bought some data
recorders from civilian ships at Utriel, but they were pretty useless, it
just showed how fast they could run away. What we want is data from
a ship caught in the thick of the fighting, but as far as we know only a
couple of warships survived and the Abbai are holding that info close
to them.
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Clark paused, wondering if he should talk about the deployment of the

EIA spy ships. He quickly decided that as the third most powerful man
in the Alliance Brogan had the authority to know. We do have spy
ships in the League, theyve intercepted signals which our code
breakers are working on but so far nothing, and the Director isnt
willing to risk them by sending them closer to battle.
Okay, lets say I could give you anything you wanted. Brogan waved
his hands. Any method you need, whats the best way to get
information on the Dilgar warmachine?
Ideally? To have one of our ships in a system the Dilgar hit. Clark
said. It could hide on the outskirts, monitor the battle, then send the
data home for analysis.
An expedition? Brogan nodded. And one battle would be enough?
Enough to gauge their power and capabilities. Clark agreed. But if
we wanted to know stuff like tactics, weaknesses of individual
commanders, formations and
Not just yet. Brogan interrupted. For now Im just interested in
seeing how much of a threat they are and if theyll beat the League.
If I was director, Id send a ship. Clark nodded. But Mr Durban
never would, our ships are disguised as civilians but the Dilgar seem to
have a habit of destroying everything in a system, even neutral
vessels. Hed never risk getting one of our assets caught out there.
Director Durban isnt like us, he is too cautious. We understand that
sometimes you gotta take a risk, right?
Yes sir.
So an expedition. Brogan nodded. Ill get you one within the week.
Excuse me sir, what? Clark blinked in astonishment.
The director is a powerful man, but he answers to the President who
answers in turn to the Senate. If the Senate demands more
information on the Dilgar the President will make Director Durban do
something about it. You already said he looks to you for facts on the
Dilgar, he trusts you, so hell ask you what the best way is and you
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To send a ship. Clark stated.

To send a ship. Brogan nodded. I think you and I are on the same
page Mr Clark, we understand whats best for Earth. Director Durban
wants to keep Earth strong like we do, he just doesnt understand
things the way we do, but you can help him to see things our way, do
you understand me Mr Clark?
Yes sir, I believe I do. Clark was feeling deeply nervous, he was
setting foot in a much bigger world than he could have predicted,
playing a part in the highest levels of Earth Alliance policy. It was over
whelming, he was going to set Earth on its future path after just a
year in service! We need to formulate a response to the Dilgar, and
for that we need information.
Ill set up the Senate and the President, Durban wont want to do it
but hell be undecided. Its up to you to finally convince him. You up
for the job?
Yes sir, I am. Clark said confidently, this was after all what he
wanted. He was just surprised how quick it was coming.
In two years there is an election coming. Brogan lowered his voice.
Now I have a lot of friends in the Senate, and if we get this Dilgar
situation right, if I predict something which comes to pass itll give me
a very strong position from which to run for office, you following me?
I think so, you want to use the Dilgar to get you into the Presidents
office.
Something like that. Brogan nodded. And when I do become
President, Ill remember those who helped me get there, Mr Clark. He
grinned widely. Stick to me, and Ill make sure your efforts and
dedication get recognized and rewarded.
You can count on me, Clark nodded enthusiastically. When the time
comes Ill convince the director to go along with your ideas.
Our ideas. Brogan corrected. Like I said, I wont forget your help.
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The Secretary of State stood and headed for the door. Now you keep
me informed, he said as he opened the door. And watch the next
debate in the Senate, itll be a good one.
Clark settled back with a wide smile as Brogan left. Maybe that
promotion was closer than he had guessed.
Latig IV, Drazi space.
The Drazi response was as swift and overwhelming as she had
expected, as always they were using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
The few dozen Dilgar ships in orbit were swamped by thousands of
Drazi attack ships, the small ships driving forwards recklessly and
closing to point blank range before firing. Her guarding ships made
them pay for victory, but it didnt take long for the inevitable to
happen and soon the Drazi fleet had mastered the system. They
settled enthusiastically in orbit and began landing reinforcements to
totally destroy the Dilgar soldiers on the surface and bulk up the
garrison in case of a Dilgar counter attack, an assault they expected to
come in a day or two from Dilgar territory, something they would have
a warning of and a time to prepare for. Jhadur would deny them that
luxury.
She had kept her fleet nearby, holding away from the hyperspace
beacon. It was a tremendously risky move, the beacon system was the
only sure way to navigate hyperspace and moving away from the
network, although useful for hiding forces, could result in disaster if
the signal was disrupted. Without a lock onto the beacon a ship would
drift away blind and helpless never to be seen again, and in Jhadurs
case two thousand ships and the solid elite of the Dilgar navy would
never be seen again. All it needed was one momentary failure in her
command ships sensors and they would be gone, and the war lost. Her
officers told her five ships had already disappeared, they were strung
out with each ship in the fleet holding station beside its neighbor
stretching out far beyond the beacon, only a dozen vessels were
actually monitoring the beacon itself. Jhadur doubted anyone else in
the galaxy would do something so utterly reckless and dangerous, but
to her all risks were acceptable if it led to a Dilgar victory, and survival
for her people.
This is our moment. She said solemnly. The day we show the Drazi
the true meaning of war. The galaxy is watching us, lets give them
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The Drazi fleet was built mainly around the ubiquitous Sunhawk class
attack ship. It was a small vessel compared to most races ships but
fast and agile. It was built for attacking with all its weapons fixed
forward and only token defenses to the sides and rear and no
provision for a fighter squadron. They were cheap, poorly armored, but
also very simple to build and deployed in large numbers. At Tithalis the
Drazi had sent wave after wave of ships at Warmaster Lenchar forcing
him onto the defensive and robbing him of all his advantages,
something Jhadur would not allow. Right now Lenchars fleet was
licking its wounds at the Colony of Ettam, and almost the entire Drazi
assault fleet was milling around just waiting for her to come and crush
it.
The Dilgar ships arrived behind the Drazi, and much closer than
expected taking them utterly by surprise. Their whole fleet was
deployed around the planet with no reserves or guard ships which
could have responded to Jhadurs arrival or disrupted her deployment.
She was able to set up her warships and launch fighters with no
trouble at all while the Drazi fleet quickly altered course and set of to
attack her.
She had to allow a little chuckle, the Drazi had seen her and simply
accelerated forward from wherever they were, enraged by her arrival
they immediately set off to kill her ships, blind hatred and anger
driving them forward with no regard for personal safety. And no regard
for common sense. The ships were in random formations, no sort of
coordination or timing to the attack, just a charging rabble. The
forward elements of the Drazi fleet were scattered, clumps of a few
dozen ships which would be easy prey for her guns. The main body
was more of a problem though, literally hundreds of ships crowded
together in a solid mass hurtling forward. Jhadur recognized that
without proper deployment that mass was its own worst enemy, they
would mask each others fire, get in their way and be unable to
redeploy and respond to threats. It was however still a brutal looking
group and a nasty concentration of force. This was going to need
careful timing.
Deploy into Pentacan formations. She ordered. Keep the fleet loose,
well have to be flexible enough to bend and twist with the Drazi
assault. Make sure each formation can cover the next.
With practiced speed the Dilgar ships broke into units of five setting up
their hollow V formations, with the Conqueror and a few more elite
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formations, more like cones or funnels to draw in and shower enemy

ships with weapons fire.
The Drazi came on regardless, their massed attacks had beaten
Lenchar and in the past had driven off Centauri incursions too, but
today their enemy was ready for them. Long range missile fire began,
nuclear tipped weapons streaking forward into the leading enemy
ships. Many were destroyed, and many missiles were shot down, but
the advance as a whole kept on coming. Jhadur hoped for this, the
missiles were not intended to outright destroy the Drazi but instead to
break up their massed ships, cause them to take evasive action and
spread them out so they would not be able to concentrate their forces
adequately, and it was working very well. The leading Drazi ships had
been split into pairs or small groups, and these ships now ran straight
into the Dilgar killing zones, funneled into the Pentacans and picked off
by the vicious crossfire slicing into the weak flank armor of the Drazi
attack ships. Some smarter Drazi tried to avoid the crossfire, sweeping
above or around the Pentacans only to find themselves at the heart of
a different formation set up on a different axis which caught them as
they flew downwards trying to take advantage of the planar formation.
They too found only crossfire and destruction.
Jhadur had deployed her fleets carefully, while most ships faced the
planet enough had been deployed facing upwards and downwards
relative to the line of advance in order to catch any flanking forces. It
wasnt particularly necessary as Drazi rarely employed such tactics,
preferring to take enemies head on, but Jhadur was nothing if not
methodical. With the vanguard forces destroyed or fighting a rapidly
losing battle with her interlocking fields of fire raining down from five
separate sides she turned her attention to the main mass of ships
heading for her.
Missile command, continue long range disruption fire, fighter
command deploy and attack. All other units hold position for now.
She found herself strangely calm, the excitement leading up to the
battle had been replaced by a calm confidence, like a mechanism
which simply churned out orders and was analyzing tactics two or
three steps ahead of the battles events. She knew exactly where she
needed her ships ten minutes from now and exactly how to get them
there. She could see where the Drazi would go and what would happen
when they got there. She planned for it, set up reserves, had
threatened units ready to fall back under covering fire, it was all like a
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minds and wills rather than technology and vigor. It was the smart
people who would win this war, not the most violent or the best
equipped, but those with the mind for war and the will to carry it out.
These Drazi were already dead, she just had to make it happen
quickly.
Once again the missile batteries engaged, by this time the Drazi had a
harder time avoiding them being so close packed. Some tried to evade
and hit comrades, and then both vessels died as the guided missiles
homed in and exploded with massive megaton yields. The edges of the
formation were able to spread out to avoid the worst of the barrage,
and gradually the Drazi attack began to spread out and thin, though
its centre remained heavily concentrated.
It was now Jhadur unleashed her secret weapon, the massed wings of
Thorun heavy fighters. The craft had become almost legends in Dilgar
circles and had already earned the fear of the Abbai, Lenchar had
used the fighters purely defensively in his battle and had wasted them,
but Jhadur recognized the potential of these devastating fighters
especially against the thinly armored Drazi ships, and she unleashed
them enmasse.
The fighters moved aggressively around the flanks of the Drazi attack
using their speed and agility to avoid most of the rather sporadic
defensive fire. The Drazi for their part paid little attention to the
Thoruns, remaining focused on the glorious target of the Dilgar strike
fleet showering them with missiles and goading them into battle. The
Dilgar fighters swept around, some broke away to engage the few
Drazi fighters present but most lined up on the Drazi assault and raced
forward.
The Drazi had badly underestimated the seemingly irritating fighters.
The Thoruns were armed with a set of particularly effective cannons
found it extremely easy to punch through the hulls of Drazi ships and
do precise damage to exactly the worst systems on the target vessels.
Where one fighter was a problem the Drazi were faced with them by
the thousand concentrating on the rearmost ships and swarming them
a squadron at a time. A dozen fighters to each targeted Sunhawk was
simply more than the light Drazi ships could handle, they found
themselves unable to hit the Thoruns with their inadequate defence
grid and watched helplessly as the Dilgar pilots effortlessly stripped
them of weapons and engines. Sometimes a ship would explode, other
times a neighbouring ship would be able to help, burning the Dilgar
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Drazi fighters would show up and disrupt an attack before the Thoruns
rounded on them, tearing the light Drazi fighters to ribbons. The few
Star Serpent fighters that accompanied the Drazi ships, craft almost as
tough as a patrol ship, found themselves out numbered and outgunned
and unable to make an impression on the attack. The Drazi fleet was
thinning even more.
The Warmaster looked on in silence at the Drazi horde, the formation
leaving a trail of crippled ships behind it like a great beast dripping
blood and slowly weakening. The missile attacks were smashing the
ships in front, the fighters tearing up the flanks and rear, but at the
core there were still a lot of intact Drazi warships, and only a full
attack would finish them. The Drazi came for a stand up fight, now
was the time to give it to them.
Captain Anjash. Prepare to advance. She said quietly. The whole
line will move forward.
Forward Warmaster? the Captain repeated. Straight into the Drazi
attack?
Straight into the Drazi attack. She smiled. As quickly as possible if
you please.
Anjash would have preferred to hold position and fire until the last
minute, but the Warmaster had a plan and seemed confident in its
success, so she powered engines and sent the message fleetwide.
The Drazi units were almost in weapons range, their long charge had
been costly but the survivors were now ready to dish out some
punishment. The Dilgar fighters were still stripping away ships and
causing the fleet to spread out and lose what little cohesion they had,
and missiles were further hastening the demise of their comrades. But
by now the Drazi were burning with rage and relished the chance to
strike back. The Dilgar ships began moving, once again Jhadur was
not content to sit and let the Drazi decide when and where the fleets
would meet. She moved in, the Dilgar fleet keeping its rigid but even
formation which by now stretched out above and to either side of the
thick Drazi group. The attackers could only fire a fraction of their guns,
the large formation working against them and making the ships at its
heart completely useless, while the Dilgar could engage with literally
every ship in their formation. The Drazi had more guns, but the Dilgar
could concentrate more firepower. If Jhadur let the Drazi attack a
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ships into contact with hers, but if she struck them first before they
were able to alter formation the Dilgar would have a tremendous
advantage, and so she advanced and prepared to meet the Drazi at
their own game.
The fleets clashed and instantly Dilgar ships began taking losses, the
forces directly in front of the Drazi line were among the toughest in the
Dilgar inventory but even so were fairly lightly built, a consequence of
mass production. But for each Dilgar ship lost five Drazi ships paid for
it, a carefully planned crossfire had been set up among the different
wings of the fleet and the Drazi were caught in a web of firepower
between individual ships, different Pentacans and entire battle
squadrons all coordinated and timed to cause maximum destruction.
The Dilgar line bent as the centre came to a stop, taking the brunt of
the attack. Under Jhadurs orders the flanking units began to wrap
around the Drazi fleet, enveloping it on all sides and bringing heavy
fire to all surfaces of the enemy fleet. Drazi ships were exploding
everywhere, with the concentrated firepower of the strike fleet and the
constant attentions of the Dilgar fighters there was nowhere left for
them to go. Breakout attempts were met by carefully laid out killing
zones between squadrons in the Dilgar line, the centre of the fleet was
reinforced by reserves slowing the Drazi advance down to nothing as
the wall of firepower proved impenetrable. Gradually the mass of ships
shrunk and the Dilgar line constricted, surrounding the Drazi units and
squeezing them down. Weapons fire fell from all sides, and despite
destroying Dilgar ships the intensity of the attack never diminished
and the Drazi just ran out of options. A final desperate charge crashed
into the Dilgar lines aimed at the Conqueror itself, the Dreadnoughts
own guns intersecting with those of its escorts to slice up the attack,
divide it and finally crush the enemy piece by piece. The last Sunhawk
fell to the Conquerors main laser batteries, its armor offering scant
defense to the warships firepower as it joined its comrades in death.
Enemy fleet has been neutralized. Captain Anjash reported. Our
losses are running at fifteen percent.
Excellent, truly excellent. Jhadur beamed. The Utriel force had lost
sixty percent of its forces, and Lenshar had lost about a third of his
ships for no gain, fifteen percent spoke of a superb victory. Send the
sixth and seventh wings to recover our survivors and clean the
battlefield of Drazi ships, take this ship and our escorts back to the
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The Conqueror moved forward over the ruined battlefield gliding

majestically past the broken hulks of the Drazi ships, its escorts
blasting any wrecks which impeded its path. The Drazi had fought
fanatically, but not skillfully. Jhadur had read they were a warrior
race, but not soldiers, the fought for individual glory which made them
ferocious but totally uncoordinated and in those circumstances the
highly disciplined Dilgar ships had exploited their lack of planning and
lured them into a killing zone, a cauldron of warships and fire from
which there was no escape. Jhadur expected even a disciplined fleet
surrounded like that would be doomed. Not that it mattered, Drazi
resistance in this sector was gone, perhaps a third of their fleet or
more lay destroyed at her hands and her moment of revenge was at
hand. She savored it.
She noted her smaller ships darting back and forth to rescue disabled
Thorun fighters and offer aid to damaged vessels. Well trained pilots
and crew members were a valuable commodity to be preserved where
possible, and expended where necessary. Jhadur had to walk a fine
line between ruthlessness and sentimentality, being one or the other
would make her a poor Warmaster but to balance the two, to look
after her forces but not be so attached that she wouldnt risk them was
her aim and the thing which set her above most other Warmasters.
While some units helped Dilgar crews, other ships cleansed the
battlefield of Drazi vessels. The ships crippled but not finished by the
fighter attacks lay strewn across space immobile and unable to defend
themselves, fast moving frigates targeted and destroyed them
effortlessly. It was standard policy not to leave enemies alive after a
battle, they had no need of prisoners and felt no need to devote
resources to looking after them. Their slave labor needs were met by
the Balosians and any intelligence they needed could be gathered
through other means. It was also a message, a warning that any who
faced the Dilgar would be doomed to total destruction. Fear was as
much a part of this campaign as other more tangible concerns.
Our sensors show the Drazi bombed our landing zones. Anjash
reported. It is unlikely the Eighth Corps survived as a fighting unit.
Any communication? Jhadur asked.
None Warmaster.
She nodded, the sacrifice was made and it had not been in vain. Her
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visited on their enemies. With no friendly signals from the surface
there was no call for a rescue operation, she would proceed straight on
with the attack.
Did the fleet land troops?
Confirmed, approximately two million Drazi soldiers are on the
planet. Anjash said. Rather excessive.
Theyre reinforcements designed to prevent us landing a second
force, which is fine by me. Consider them a primary target, along with
major population centers.
Their locations are locked in, awaiting the order to fire.
It is given, deploy the weapons, wipe this planet clean of the Drazi
taint.
For long Years Jhadur had been tasked with developing biological
weapons of mass destruction, in that time she had invented weapons
of nightmarish potential, genetic creations which proved utterly
deadly, compounds designed to melt through and dissolve clothing
before releasing toxins to defeat respirators and chemical warfare
suits, plagues which remained undetected unless exposed to certain
radiation allowing them to be spread widely before activation and an
array of other creations each more lethal than the last. But the one
problem she had always faced was scale, the ability to produce enough
agent to infect a whole planet at once. While her viruses were
incurable and totally contagious they took time to spread, perhaps
years to infect a planet and provide time for victims to be isolated and
perhaps the plague contained. Her biggest headache had been
synthesizing enough to prevent this.
Ultimately she came to a new conclusion, instead of creating and
growing her own unique plagues she instead searched the galaxy for
existing diseases she could take, make a few simple tweaks to, and
then deploy in vast quantities. She was still experimenting with
different cocktails and combinations of agents, but the most promising
was a human disease called Staffords plague. She bought some
samples from a disreputable trader and found it multiplied extremely
fast under the right conditions and needed little modification. Best of
all because humans were quite new on the galactic scene none of the
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absolutely no immunity to Staffords plague. For those reasons Jhadur

had selected it for this operation.
The Conqueror and its escorts began the bombardment, a constant
rain of strategic missiles falling on major population centers and food
and water supplies. It was a tactic she had formulated herself, anyone
not directly infected in the first strike would be infected by eating
contaminated food or drinking tainted water. It was a way to wipe out
entire planets of life, quickly and cleanly, but was only one half of the
Dilgar strategy. For every plague she invented she also created a cure,
an immunisation that could be given to the Dilgar colonists and
soldiers who would be expected to land and settle on these worlds
after the conquest. She had to be careful that the diseases she
unleashed did not kill the entire biosystem, just the obstacles to
successful colonization. To her it was a challenge and a perfectly
acceptable way to help her people. The concept of genocide didnt
even cross her mind, it was simply cleansing an infestation.
Bombardment pattern complete. Anjash said.
Good, very good. That was faster than expected. Jhadur
complimented. We will leave the recovery ships here to continue
rescuing our damaged ships and to monitor the progress of the
planetary cleansing, the remaining ships in the Strike fleet will deploy
to Tithalis before Warmaster Lenchar can gather his forces and go
there himself. She smiled widely. And then we welcome him with
open arms, making sure the galaxy knows which fleet earned the
victory.
And which commander. Anjash said. This day will make your
name.
It is a victory for all Dilgar. She dismissed. My aim is to defeat our
enemies and give our people eternal greatness, that starts today.
Our fleet is ready Warmaster. The Captain said formally.
Take us to Tithalis. She ordered. We will establish a battleline in
case the Drazi havent had enough death today, and then cleanse the
planet there in preparation for our settlers.
Yes Maam. Anjash replied formally, Jhadur detecting a hint of pride
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them fight harder and strive for victory, she always thought her fleet
was the best, and now she knew it.
The ships formed up, leaving the slaughter behind them. It had been a
great day for her personally and the Dilgar as a whole, it was hard to
believe that it had been just twenty hours since the war started at
Utriel, and it had already cost tens of millions of lives, enemy lives.
She had seen what the future held for the Dilgar, and either way it
would be born from the blood of billions, the only choice was whether
the dead would be Dilgar or the enemies of the Dilgar, and for Jhadur
that didnt even need thinking about.
The fleet moved on her command, she led them away to another
destination, another defenseless world, another act of unthinkable
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Chapter 10
Tirrith Star System, League of Non Aligned worlds.
On the continent where the meeting was taking place the weather
showed the first signs of summer, a dawn mist was slowly dissipating
in the rising dun and revealing a lush green scenery of hills, trees and
rivers stretching far into the distance. It was an idyllic location, and
whoever had chosen to put the Leagues meeting hall on this world had
made an inspired choice. Tirrith itself was a minor power, somewhat
under the thrall of their larger neighbors the Brakiri. The main
advantage it had was to be centrally located between the major
League races and as such was a natural hub of trade and transport,
making it rather wealthy and precluding its need to expand and search
for resources, it simply bought what it needed. The central location,
and general disinterest in politically playing its neighbors, had been
why this world became the meeting place of the League, its beauty
was merely a grand bonus.
Ambassador Limak Brocat was the senior Brakiri representative to the
League, and while he usually ignored most League meetings things
had changed so much in just one day that he had changed his
opinions. The emergency meeting had managed to draw every single
member except the Abbai and the Drazi whos Ambassadors were
indisposed but would take part over a video link. The meeting hall was
full of Ambassadors, aides, reporters and guards, its wooden furniture
and paneling looking almost black and shone in the sunlight beginning
to stream in through the large glass roof above.
Brocat took his seat, he was acknowledged as the most powerful and
influential representative present and rightly so, his skill at political
manipulation was legendary and his keen sense of business ad made
him very rich. He was a role model for all Brakiri and exuded pure
confidence and calm, the true scale of the crisis facing the League had
not yet sunk in.
I call this meeting to order. He stated loudly. In the absence of
Ambassador Alikie, he nodded to the screen showing the Abbai
female, I will chair this session. Our main item for discussion is the
Dilgar offensive against two of our members, I trust you have read the
reports. I surrender the floor to Ambassador Alikie.
Brocat sat down, and with the rest of the League turned to face the
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the small crest on her head seemingly lilting to one side. Her eyes
were the most notable feature and the biggest change, they were
hollow and dark, lines of weariness surrounded them and dark patches
and bags were gathered beneath them, it was the look of a person
who had seen hell and knew that very soon it would be coming to
claim her and all she knew and loved.
Fellow League members, the time for debate is over. She said in a
sighing voice, laboring to speak clearly and precisely. We now know
what the Dilgar want and that they will use the most brutal force to
get it. Our colony at Utriel is gone, wiped clean of life and millions of
Abbai are dead. Our world of Tirolus has also fallen without a fight,
and now the Dilgar are using it to build up their forces and prepare for
a further attack, there is no question what their target is. Our
homeworld itself.
What evidence do you have for this? Ambassador Renod of the
Markab asked.
Evidence? Alikies jaw dropped. The blood of my people is all the
evidence we need!
Yes, the evidence you need. The Llort ambassador said. But we
require more.
Shaladan of the Drazi growled, a low noise filling the rooms speakers
as he spoke from the Abbai homeworld. The Abbai are not alone, two
Drazi worlds and countless warriors are also dead, swept clean by the
ruthless enemy. This is not a raid, or some limited grab for territory,
this is a full scale war! An invasion of the League!
We have predicted this for two years. Alikie added. We saw the
Dilgar aggression and chose to ignore it, worlds fell and we turned a
blind eye. Now we are paying for our obstinance. We should have
helped the Alacans, we should have united and we should have pushed
back the Dilgar before they gathered such strength. Now it will be that
much harder.
The Dilgar seem to be a threat to you Ambassador, but we are
confident the Abbai defenses will hold. Brocat said calmly And that
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Have you even heard a word I have said? Alikie exclaimed. The
Dilgar will not be stopped by us alone, we must unite, create a
combined fleet and counter attack!
A combined fleet? Renod repeated shaking his head. No, we will not
send ships to fight the Dilgar.
You have no choice! Shaladan yelled in frustration. Dont you see
that they will come for you? They will come for all of you!
They will if we attack them! Renod said. We have no quarrel with
the Dilgar, and they have none with us. We will not get involved in a
war which does not serve us.
My world faces extermination! Alikie said horrified. And you do
nothing to help? Does our League mean nothing?
Our mutual defense pact covers the Centauri, not the Dilgar. Renod
pointed out. We have no obligation under treaty.
And what of your obligation as a living being? she spat, weariness
and anger mounting up within her. You will sit by and let billions die?
Your orbital defenses are the envy of us all. Renod retaliated. A
system you have kept for yourself despite our requests for technology
sharing.
Dont you dare! Alikie gasped. Dont you dare talk business when
my world faces death.
Ladies and gentlemen, lets keep this civil. Brocat chipped in. The
issue is our response to the Dilgar.
Yes it is, Renod said. So what is the Brakiri response, Ambassador?
he grinned ferally, putting Brocat on the spot.
Personally, Id like to help the Abbai and Drazi, I really would, but the
Krona has decided that the Brakiri fleet will stay in its own borders.
A chorus of shouts broke out, besides the Drazi the Brakiri were
considered the most powerful military in the League, without their help
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We will offer medical aid and provide a safe haven for refugees, but
cannot be expected to fight somebody elses war, no matter our
personal feelings on the matter. Brocat sighed. Im sorry, but the
Brakiri do not want this war, and we feel you can handle the Dilgar
alone.
Exactly! Renod shouted. You dont need our help, you just want to
extend more influence over us!
That is ridiculous! Shaladan roared. Dont you understand? We
have to stop the Dilgar while we are still strong enough to face them
evenly!
This is just lies! The Llort representative snorted. You are making
the Dilgar seem stronger than they are just to frighten us into joining
your stronger League where the Drazi and Abbai will dominate!
If I was in that room I would throttle you to death for that!
Shaladan yelled in fury, his fists clenched tight.
Of course! Renod pointed. The Drazi way of governance, through
force! You will not dominate us!
Enough! Alikie screamed. Enough! Dont you see yourselves? Her
eyes seemed heavy with tears, it was just so soul destroying for her, it
was the brink of Armageddon and the only people who could offer a
chance at averting it were too busy arguing to help. We are no
League! It is small wonder the Dilgar attacked us, we are nothing! We
will not help each other and will fall divided. This is our last chance, I
beg you, do you hear me? I beg you to send help!
The outburst had silenced the room, none of them were used to
dealing with those sorts of emotion. Alikie recognized the importance
of this moment, the whole League would be for nothing if they just
walked away now, not only would it kill her world but theyd ultimately
be killing themselves as well, the fall of the Abbai Matriarchy would
open the door for the Dilgar to come in and roll up the League. If they
did not see that then the war was already lost, and all of them were
dead.
Renod rose to his feet, the Markab were one of the older races in the
League, equal to the Abbai in their development and considered
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in battle were feared fighters as they attacked with the ferocity of true
zealots. He looked Alikie straight in her tear filled eyes and responded.
No.
Alikie didnt say a thing, what could she have said in reply to that? Her
world was condemned.
Each of the other League members echoed Renod, each refusing to
help, to get involved. Some justified their response saying the Abbai
would be safe, that the Dilgar were satisfied with taking the colonies
and wouldnt risk an assault on their home world. Some like Renod
just refused and left, in the end leaving just Ambassador Brocat in the
hall, the bustle of news reporters and shouted questions being hurled
outside at the leaving diplomats being muffled by the heavy doors. He
turned to face the two Ambassadors by video link.
I am sorry it did not go better.
How can we tell them to do the right thing when we ourselves ignored
it for so long. Alikie whispered sadly. We are in the same position as
the Alacans, and now we know what it is like to be forsaken.
Brocat shook his head, No, this is not over. I will do what I can to
convince my government at least to help. I appreciate what the
League is meant to be and what it can do for all of us, and even if the
others do not see it I recognize the danger of the Dilgar.
Where the Brakiri lead others may follow. Shaladan said wearily, his
heart didnt seem to truly believe it. They had stood at a crossroads
and taken the wrong road. If the three largest races are at war, it
may be enough.
Theyre scared. Alikie said. Softly.
They are spineless. The Drazi growled.
It doesnt matter. She said. Our time is nearly done, the Dilgar fleet
is minutes away from our home system, I must go now. Remember
what happened today, and try to do something about it. Her image
blanked out.
And I too must go and do my part to protect this world. Shaladan
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League together and stop the Dilgar, we in the League are the only
ones who can.
His image too disappeared, leaving Brocat alone. His predecessor as
Ambassador had been rather paranoid about the power of the Drazi
and Abbai, and that paranoia was now rife in the League, so much so
that in reality they could no longer consider themselves an alliance,
each had fallen into their own little corners unwilling to pool resources
for a common good. If the Dilgar did come and if the Abbai fell, then in
all honesty Brocat didnt think the Brakiri would stem the tide, and his
world too would die.
The League had to unite, if not soon enough to save the Abbai then at
least soon enough to save Brakir, his main worry now was keeping his
home safe and he would pull every trick he knew to make that
happen, the League must not fracture. This would be the work of his
life, the whole purpose for his existence here, and he would not fail his
people.
EarthDome, Geneva.
EIA Headquarters.
It was often hard to tell Director Carl Durbans mood, as a life long
intelligence expert he guarded his emotions and thoughts as well as he
did his facts and figures. The Stoic Australian never displayed anything
that was not minutely calculated to benefit his point of view or aid in
convincing a recalcitrant politician or agent, the man was the
dictionary definition of in control.
Today was different, today director Durban had thrown a whole pot of
coffee out of a window and actually swore after ending a video call. His
temper had slipped for the first time in anyones memory and the
whole building was debating what could have made him so furious as
to fracture his icy shell, the prevailing theory was to do with the latest
senate debate and the growing Dilgar situation. Even Morgan Clark
heard about his bosses outburst, and when the call came through to
report to Durbans office he knew what it would be about, Secretary of
State Brogan had managed to get his way with the President.
The entire open plan floor of the office watched Clark exit the lift and
walk across the office towards the directors enclosed room. His every
step was watched and he felt himself being scrutinized by these agents
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from the dark corners of the EIA. Acutely aware of the attention, he
tapped on the wood effect doors.
Come in. Durban answered to the noise. And close the door behind
you.
Clark entered quickly, shutting out the piercing eyes behind him. You
asked for me sir?
Durbans office was spacious and well furnished with a set of leather
couches assembled in a square at one end of the room, and his desk
at the other end beneath a window with a view of Lake Geneva.
Durban sat at the desk and gestured at the seat opposite him.
Sit down Agent Clark, this is pretty important.
The young man pulled up a chair and kept a totally blank face trying to
pretend he had no idea what this was about, he could feel a hint of
sweat on his back and beneath his slightly receding hairline.
Did I do something sir?
Not yet. Durban answered. Youre hear because of your expertise,
of all my staff you seem to be the one who knows most about the
Dilgar.
Dilgar sir? Clark raised an eyebrow. Well Ive studied the reports.
The Senate is getting jumpy about this invasion going on in League
space, Durban explained. Seems certain elements in the Senate feel
the Dilgar are a clear and present danger to Earth and our interests,
and they think we need to do something about it.
I see.
Some want to help out the Abbai, some want to engage in a bit of
sabre rattling, others are just plain nervous about the idea of an
advanced and warlike race showing up on our doorstep.
Clark nodded, Brogan had done exactly what he had said he would,
sowing doubts and playing to fears among the politicians.
Now the President doesnt want any part of it, and for the record
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compassion and neutrality. Unfortunately this isnt enough for the

Senate, they want hard facts and have pressured the President into
sending a reconnaissance team into League space to check out whats
going on.
Understandable sir, Information is power.
Durban gave him an odd look, then went on. Of course such a mission
is risky, its not like we can just ask the Dilgar what theyre intentions
are is it?
No sir, it may require something less direct.
So with your knowledge of the Dilgar, what do you recommend?
This was the moment he had waited for. Send a ship to the edge of
the Abbai home system.
A ship? Durban repeated flatly, not giving away any guesses. Why a
ship, why not probes?
A ship can react, Clark issued his practiced response. It can spot
trends in battle and focus its intelligence gathering on the most critical
areas. A human crew will get us a lot more than an automated system,
plus theyre easier to deploy and retrieve.
And a lot more risk. Durban added. If the Dilgar spot us we could
lose one of our spy vessels, they arent jump capable and totally
unarmed.
Clark nodded. I realize the dangers sir, but the possible rewards
are
are enough to justify putting lives in jeopardy. Durban finished.
You think the risks worth it? That we can afford to lose resources if it
means knowing Dilgar tactics?
I certainly do sir.
Enough to bet your career on it. The Director leaned forward, fixing
Clark with a hard gaze. Or your life?
Clark swallowed hard and met his stare. I think its worth it. He
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Good, report to the space port in two hours, you can be aboard the
ship that heads to the front.
Clarks expression froze on his face, it was a look of bewilderment like
Director Durban was talking to him in Swahili.
You are our expert after all. Durban continued. The one who has
studied the Dilgar, youre the perfect asset to this mission.
You want me in space? Clark finally managed to speak. In a battle
zone?
Well you wont get hard data on the Dilgar sitting in the basement will
you? Durban grinned. Get your gear.
But, Im not a field agent, Im
You wont be in the field, youll be on an unarmed ship in the middle
of the most vicious battle in history according to our predictions, thats
what you wanted isnt it?
Yes, but no, I mean Clark was flustered, hed hoped for an increase
in political prestige based on the data that came back, he didnt
actually want to go on the mission and risk himself, just take credit for
the idea. What if something happens?
Like what? Durban said smiling. What could possibly happen? Oh
yes, getting killed. The directors face hardened. You would send
others to almost certain death for your own ends, but you wouldnt
risk it yourself?
Its not that, its just, well, I cant be so easily replaced. Clark
stuttered. My knowledge
Is no more valuable then the lives of my people! Durban suddenly
exploded in rage. This is EIA headquarters, do you really think we
wouldnt know Brogan went to see you?
Hed been caught red handed, frantically he worked through possible
excuses. That was personal, it had nothing
Dont give me that crap. Durban snarled, his Australian accent
thickening as his anger bored through. I know why the Senate wants
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some political points and he is using you and me to do it! That arse is
going to get my people killed on some damn fool mission just so he
can be President in the next elections, and I guess he offered you a
favor huh?
There wasnt any sort of deal, sir. Clark lied. He just asked my
opinions on the Dilgar.
And you gave him exactly what he wanted, a way to stick our nose
somewhere it doesnt belong, and probably get it cut off. You know the
survivability of a mission like this? We cant run, we cant fight, we
cant do anything except hope our ship isnt spotted, which aint gonna
happen! Its a suicide mission!
Clark remained silent, he had been eager to send a reconnaissance
mission but now that he was going to be part of it he sincerely didnt
want to go. Let the Dilgar destroy the Abbai, and the League, and
anyone else they wanted, let them run rampage, just so long as he
was safe behind his borders far from the action he suddenly didnt
care. Everything hed done to date had been theory, totally safe for
him but the decisions he made could lead to great danger for others, a
fact he hadnt considered until now.
Do you see what position youve put me in? Durban snapped. Its an
executive order, we have to send an expedition now.
I can talk to Brogan, maybe do something about it? Clark offered.
I think youve done enough for one lifetime Mr Clark. Durban glared.
Just thank whatever demon you sold your soul to that youre more
valuable here than dead, I hate to say it but your knowledge of the
Dilgar will prove useful to us.
Yes sir, thank you sir, really thank you.
You disgust me. The Director sneered. And as long as Im in this job
I will make it my personal mission in life to make sure you are out of
this agency, when the Dilgar crisis is over you better look for another
job, something in the fast food market I think.
Clark nodded, he didnt care about the threat, or his future prospects.
Hed aligned himself with Secretary Brogan and knew it would bring
conflict with Director Durban, though not so soon. It had been a short
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that he had almost no power and if Brogan lost his influence then his
career which he had hoped so much for was over thanks to Durban.
But all of that, all of it, paled into insignificance against the relief of
not having to go into danger.
Get out of here. Durban dismissed. I have to find a way to get us
out of this mess without killing a lot of our own people.
Clark stood, the Director not even looking at him twice, and left the
room. Once more all eyes were on him as he shuffled quickly the lift
and returned shamefully to his darkened office. He felt humiliated and
played, and now that the fear of being sent to his death had faded he
grew angry and hateful towards the Director. He would stay close to
Brogan and when the time came would be right there beside him using
all his knowledge to get the Secretary into EarthDome as President. He
was now an Enemy of Director Durban, and if that was the price of his
progress then so be it, Brogan wanted Durban gone and from now on
Clark was going to be happy to help.
Abbai home system
Fiercely hot plasma erupted out into space, a bright pillar of light that
seared and melted anything in its path, which was thankfully just a
few loose particles and atoms in the vacuum of space.
Whoa! Whoa! Toby yelled into the intercom. Shut it down, quick!
The plume lessened and died away, leaving a slight wisp of vapor.
What the hell just happened? Paul Calendar demanded angrily.
What are you doing to my ship?
One of the Plasma lines blew. Toby reported, checking the flight deck
displays. Must have been hit by enemy fire.
Paul pressed the intercom, he and Toby were on the flight deck
monitoring repairs while Jors and Jenny were in EVA gear in the now
unpressurized engine room trying to get the Space Race working
again. Engine room, you okay down there?
No problem Captain. Jenny replied. We were nowhere near the
rupture.
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No more than earlier. She answered, But no less either. This is a

real mess down here.
After the escape from Utriel they had made a quick survey of the ship
and the damage itd taken in the escape, it was amazing the thing
hadnt exploded after the first hit. The Dilgar fighters had done a good
job of crippling the old freighter and putting her back together was a
job beyond any of them, even with Abbai spare parts it was just too
much for them to do without a dedicate space dock, and right now
every dock in Abbai space was refitting warships in preparation for the
upcoming attack.
Just get us mobile. Paul said. Well worry about the rest when we
get somewhere safe.
TKoth, their translator, was currently negotiating for extra spare
parts, theyd already bought some very expensive items necessary for
repairing the reactor and engines and TKoth was trying to barter for
some more equipment. With Dilgar ships on their way the price of
supplies available on the open market had increased astronomically, a
part which would have cost a few thousand credits was going for
millions now as profiteers made their money out of desperate people
trying to escape. Captain Cashik of the Abbai navy had liberated a few
parts from the naval store yards in gratitude for Captain Calendars
rescue of Abbai civilians, but there were still a few key components
even she couldnt get.
Toby was leaning over the displays on his console, watching pressure
gauges on one screen and sensor reports on another. It seemed that
half the planet had one eye on the sky just waiting for the inevitable,
waiting for the Dilgar. The Abbai had been strangely quiet, at least the
ones hed met when collecting supplies had been. They hadnt spoken
much or seemed as if they were all there mentally, all distant and far
away looking. He figured they probably had a lot to think about.
When did you last get some sleep? Paul asked quietly.
Me? Toby raised an eyebrow. Dunno, about a thousand years ago.
Does seem like a lots happened these last few days. Paul agreed.
The whole galaxy changed around us and we havent had time to
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Just too much chief. Toby sighed. We watched an entire colony get
wiped out, I mean we saw that as it happened, we were witnesses to a
massacre, millions died right there in front of us. Its just not
something Ive ever even thought about before you know?
It isnt what I signed up for. Paul said. See the galaxy, make a huge
pile of money, maybe find someone cool to settle with, just the normal
sort of things a guy would want.
I get that, its kinda why Im here too. Toby continued. We had the
money, weve been so many different places, and I think Im getting
quite fond of Jenny.
Fond? Paul chuckled. Youre Fond of her? Oh yeah, thats looking
pretty bad.
Hey, shes a good girl. Toby reddened. But what I meant was we
were doing fine, just living our lives, and then all this happens.
Weve got no way to deal with this, it just isnt wired into the human
mind to process things like that. Paul said calmly. At least not normal
humans. You read about wars and genocide in history, but it doesnt
make it seem real.
None of this seems real, and thats what worries me. Toby
emphasized. When they were bombing the colony it was just like a
movie, as if it was all just a show and no one would really get hurt. I
knew inside that people were dying, but I just couldnt connect, I
didnt feel anything for them, and I still dont! what the hell does that
make me?
Makes you totally normal. Paul said. Its just too much, trust me itll
all come crashing down in pain and misery soon, but what you need to
do is not dwell on it and get some rest. As soon as Jors gets the
engines even half done we are out of here, Im fed up of getting
trapped in invasions.
I hear that. Toby sighed, looking at his displays.
But Paul prompted. Youre going to say but arent you?
But, Toby nodded. I dont want to see the Abbai fight this alone, I
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I understand, but we cant. I mean really what could we do?

We can join their navy, the Abbai always want Mercenaries. Toby
stated. Or just go planetside with a gun and be ready to shoot the
first Dilgar who lands.
Except they arent going to land, just kill everything from orbit. Paul
said flatly. And Toby, no offence man but you arent a Mercenary. You
can do a lot more good here with the crew.
Hey yeah, youre right! he brightened. We could run rescue
missions, save refugees!
Not what I meant. Paul said, a few days ago Toby had wanted
nothing more than to save himself, now he was bordering on the
heroic. The invasion was starting to do funny things to people. Were
going to run away as soon as we can.
Youve seen what the Abbai are facing, they cant do this alone.
Well we wont make a difference. Paul said firmly. Not alive and
sure not dead.
Thats the sort of attitude that lets this stuff happen! Toby said
energetically. If everyone just made it their business, if we all just
took a stand, we could make a difference.
Look, I dont like the Dilgar but we cant stop them, if we hang
around were dead. If we and everyone we know took a stand, wed all
be dead. Were freighter crews Toby, not the Special Ops brigade! We
cant take on the Dilgar, only a real navy can do that, we just need to
get home and make sure precautions are taken.
What precautions? Toby puzzled.
You think these guys would have any problems bombing Earth? Paul
asked. You saw their fleet and its power, we gotta tell Earth whats
going on out here so they can be prepared if they come for us.
Wait a minute, you think these guys would try to take us on? gasped
Toby
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And maybe spread the word about whats going on here, the
genocide? Toby suggested. Try and get people to help?
Paul suspected Tobys wish to help was a way of compensating for the
detachment he still felt. Paul was in the same boat, it was just too
shocking to really understand, but when hed seen Captain Cashik
earlier to thank her for the help she had given, in that moment he had
felt some connection to the enormity of the events through her. The
Abbai could be extinct within days, it was a reality Cashik had to face,
and one Paul sincerely hoped humanity could avoid.
Well do what we can. Paul nodded.
And what if people just dont care or understand? What if we cant
make them feel for the loss and the death going on here, what can we
do then?
Paul was saved from a difficult answer by the intercom crackling to
life.
Flightdeck, still awake? asked Jors unemotional voice.
Were here, whats up? Paul answered, glad for the distraction.
Ive re-routed power from the ruptured conduit, and Ive fixed the
Abbai supplied parts. Jors spoke clearly as he always did on technical
issues. Those Abbai regulators and conduits are much tougher than
ours, we only have five rigged but coupled with our own surviving
systems it should be enough. We can try a full power test anytime.
Nice work, remind me to find a bonus for ya sometime. Paul grinned.
What about engines?
There was a moment of silence. Well thats our problem, we havent
got spares for the engines, at least none we can use. Ive patched up
what wasnt melted, fried or blown apart, but its still about a quarter
of what we could have.
Is it enough to navigate hyperspace? Paul asked seriously, right now
getting away was the only issue.
I wouldnt recommend it, but yeah we can scrape through. Jors
replied. But the longer we wait the more Ill be able to shore them up,
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TKoth is trying to get some more parts. But its a sellers market.
Paul grunted, he was all for making money but charging refugees was
something else.
Hey Chief. Toby spoke up. We might have a problem.
Problem? Paul frowned. Wanna narrow that down a bit?
A Dilgar warship or twenty?
Ah, that kind of problem. Paul grimaced. Well, guess thats the
decision made for us, were leaving right now.
Hey Captain, Jenny spoke from the engine room. I dont really want
to be caught here in another attack, but engine problems aside its a
week long jump to Earth space, and we havent refueled yet. We got a
couple of days tops left in the tanks.
Didnt we buy a crap load of fuel? Paul asked in angry confusion.
Oh yeah. Toby nodded. Paid for and everything, we just havent
filled up yet.
Dammit. Paul cursed. Well times up now people. He switched on
the comms system. TKoth, you there?
After a few moments the signal was picked up. I hear you. He said in
his well versed English. The negotiations are going well, I can have
the engine ducts by the end of the day.
No time, haul ass back the Race, we gotta make tracks and fast.
That bad? the Narn asked.
That bad. Paul confirmed. Half an hour from now were through that
gate so get a move on. He ended the signal.
Getting lots of comms traffic. Toby said. Mostly military chatter, the
Abbai are moving to intercept the scouts.
Bit aggressive for them. Paul allowed. Maybe theyre learning.
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Tirrith. Paul said. Its the next beacon on the network and a small
out of the way place, no real value. Theyd passed through once or
twice, it wasnt anything the Dilgar would think twice about, they had
bigger fish to fry.
So we just turn our back on two hundred grands worth of fuel? Jenny
said, the annoyance in her voice clear on the intercom.
There is a Dilgar scouting party in system people, times up. Paul
stated firmly. Now we are leaving, so buckle up and keep an eye on
the reactor from down there, Ill pilot us out.
I just wanna say this is a bad idea boss. Jenny stated.
This whole thing is a bad idea. Paul sighed. So lets just get out of
here and worry about everything else later.
Paul was tired of last minute escapes, this time he hoped to be long
gone by the time the Dilgar showed up, it seemed the entire planet
shared his wish as streams of smaller ships began to make for the
gate. The exodus had started, and the wrath would not be far behind.
EAS Persephone
Hyperspace, near the Altair beacon.
Garibaldi was well versed in keeping a straight face, hed been in a lot
of trouble in his time and only his ability to rigidly control his
expression had gotten him out of the stockade. The infamous occasion
when he had left the handbrake off a transport truck on Mars and the
vehicle had rolled down a hill and crushed the Colonels car was still a
matter of much debate, and no culprit had ever been found thanks to
his excellent ability to bend the truth. Right now he was facing a test
just as tough.
In his hand he held four Queens, and he was desperately trying to look
miserable about it. Around the table his opponents in this game of
poker were all looking equally unmoved, their own hands a mystery.
On the table was a pot of seventy credits, the metal coins held to the
magnetic surface of the table to prevent them floating away in the
zero gravity quarters of the ship. Likewise each card had a thin metal
strip sandwiched within it so itd stick to the table when dealt and not
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Im going to call. Said a gruff looking middle-aged crewman in oil

stained overalls. The fact that there was still oil being used on this
huge space cruiser had amused Garibaldi greatly.
Not yet. Garibaldi said. First, Ill raise twenty. He slid forward some
credits. You wanna see my cards, thats what itll cost ya.
The four other players kept more or less plain faced, it was a big hike.
No way, Im out. Private Bugs dropped his cards.
Me too. Agreed Private Turnbow, a gigantic dark skinned man from
the United States who had the imaginative nickname of Large and
was well suited to it. He was new to the unit but had proven a good
soldier on exercise and a holy terror in the few bar room brawls Red
platoon had gotten into.
The crewman held his cards for a while, then shunted forward some
money, as it did a pilot named Max who had been doing pretty well
until a few hands ago.
Alright. The man said. Lets see em.
With a wide grin Garibaldi laid his cards down, watching the color drain
from his opponents faces. It was a sight to treasure. The crewman
slung his cards down while the pilot winced and placed them neatly on
the table.
Well guys, this has been fun. Garibaldi said as he collected the
winnings. But I gotta visit the little boys room.
Hey, you gotta give us a chance to win some of this stuff back! the
crewman said.
I was thinking same time tomorrow? Garibaldi suggested. Not like
Im going anywhere. He smiled widely.
He unstrapped his restraints and began to propel himself towards his
locker, gliding up to it and impacting with a thud. He was still getting
used to how much energy he should put in his moves to get to where
he wanted to be without breaking his wrists, ankles or nose, and
expected the dedicated Earth force crewers found it pretty amusing.
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Michael and Sophia attached to the inside of its door, and then locked
it shut.
Taking the whole room by complete surprise, an alarm suddenly blared
out from the ships speakers.
General quarters, general quarters. Commander Philips called on the
ship wide comms system.
The room cleared in an instant, the ships crew moving with speed and
grace down the Zero Gravity corridors using hand holds and guide
ropes to pull themselves through the ship, with no up or down they
were swarming along all four surfaces of the corridor and then sealing
airtight doors behind them.
How can you have an alert in hyperspace? Bugs grumbled as he
bounced on the roof of the quarters and fumbled for a hand hold.
I dunno, but do you hear that rumbling? Garibaldi pricked up his
ears. Jump engines powering up, I think were heading for normal
space soon.
Come on Wasters! the bellowing voice of Sergeant Sosobowski
boomed in the harsh metal room. Get to the armory! Move it!
Garibaldi was the first out, darting down the corridor to the armory
which was fortunately just a few compartments further along. Blue
uniformed officers and grey overalled crewmen bustled past, sweeping
to their stations throughout the vessel, most of the crew of a Hyperion
class cruiser like the Persephone were concentrated forward with only
a few teams in the well separated engine and power plant sections of
the vessel towards the rear. The large ships were heavily automated
but still required a few hundred crew to keep everything in order and
to provide a little human insight in the world or targeting computers
and circuitry.
He dropped through the armored doors and entered the armory,
arriving through what would be the roof. Lieutenant Sanchez was
already there donning his gear, the rows of weapons lockers were
open and second squad were busy loading up. Garibaldi and the first
squad moved to their corner of the room, slotted their feet into
stirrups beside the lockers to hold themselves in place, then began to
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Each of the soldiers in red platoon were already wearing standard

battle dress, a plain green overall which offered an impervious seal to
Biological and Chemical agents while still being lightweight and
comfortable enough for everyday wear. It didnt offer body
temperature regulation and was no use in a vacuum, but served as a
superb basic uniform for planet based forces.
On top of that Garibaldi strapped his body armor, for full assaults he
had the option of wearing extensive protection across his limbs and
torso, but generally most soldiers only wore the torso armor as they
found the arm and leg armor limited mobility and tired them quicker.
Looking similar to the flak vests of centuries ago EA body armor
consisted of layered metal and ceramic plates designed to stop close
range fire from assault rifles and PPGs, though continual fire from a
PPG would eventually burn through. It was a fairly heavy piece of
protection and badly affected their zero gravity mobility, but it was
well worth it.
Next came the combat harness and webbing, usually it would have a
dozen pouches and pockets attached containing items like rations,
medical supplies, ammunition, cleaning and basic maintenance tools
and even grenades, but on a ship most of those items were
unnecessary, Garibaldi checked to make sure he had a few spare
energy caps for his rifle and the medical kit, and that was all. At this
point he would have picked up his re-breather kit, a flat metal box
worn on the back containing his oxygen recycling gear designed for
weeks of continuous use and to allow a full kit bag to be worn over the
top of it. However once again this kit was surplus to requirements, if
the ship suffered a hull breach they wouldnt need to worry about
suffocating, the explosive decompression would end their problems
then and there.
The final piece of kit was the most expensive, the MkII tactical helmet
system. It looked like the basic sort of helmet used by Earths militaries
through the modern era, a basic round shape extending down to cover
the neck and temples. An inch wide band ran around the helmet from
ear to ear around its back, and it was this band that held the helmets
secrets, miniaturized electronics and software including communication
and small sensor packages which allowed the average Earth Force
infantry man or woman to be completely aware of their surroundings.
At the front of the bands where the ears were protected were two
miniature sensor clusters including cameras and Infrared scanners
designed to give visual data to the wearer when the helmets visor was
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helmet and could quickly slide down covering the face and in
conjunction with the re-breather unit form an airtight seal as part of
the soldiers NBC protection. It was made from the same armor as the
helmet and vest and as such was completely opaque relying on the
two cameras to project images to the wearer within. Like the rest of
the gear it was rated to survive one or two rounds of point blank fire
before failing.
During World War III the western allied nations had been able to
deploy their highly sophisticated forces in large numbers for the first
time, and it was from the experiences of that war that the victorious
allies who went on to create the Earth Alliance realized the
overwhelming advantage battlefield information gave to their forces. It
was said the entire war was won by junior officers receiving real time
data from satellites and hypersonic jets, and then using their initiative
to rapidly exploit enemy weaknesses within minutes of recognizing
them from the data. Officers in the field had the same level of
information as generals thanks to the company level datalinks across
the western armies and in the vicious battles across Africa and India
they would coordinate with each other with barely any input from
headquarters and achieve rapid victories.
Years later Earth Force had remembered the concept and taken it to
the next level by giving every single soldier the information he or she
needed to understand where they were in the battle zone, what their
role was and where they needed to be in the future. Each individual
was trained to work on initiative, to gather the data and make
calculated decisions based on it to gain victory. While command made
the big decisions it was up to the soldiers in the field to find the best
way to execute those orders, with junior officers sharing their
information freely with their troops so they could see exactly what had
to be done. Not only would the system help reduce casualties and
increase enemy losses, but it was hoped that by trusting even the
most junior private with this sort of tactical data that it would inspire
higher confidence in the fighting men and women of the army and give
them the sort of espritde corps necessary for victory.
Besides the basic visual and IR trackers the helmet had advanced
communications systems based on magnetic impulses, along with
more traditional and longer ranged EM waves linking the soldier to his
unit and intelligence assets such satellites and recon aircraft and
starships. The helmet imagers could overlay a series of Heads up
Displays informing the Soldier of his immediate surroundings,
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status displays of the rest of his unit, all of it voice activated. When
attached to the sights of a weapon it also offered accurate ranging and
targeting data for a variety of ordinance, from rifles and missiles to
mortars and grenades.
Garibaldis helmet, like the rest of the platoons, was a plain green
color with no adornments showing they were brand new, just like the
rest of the regiments gear. With his kit checked and strapped down
Garibaldi unhooked his boots from the stirrup and kicked forward,
gliding over to the weapons locker. He took a standard EF-749 PPG
rifle, the basic weapon of the new Earth Force replacing the fearsome
M-18 assault rifle, while it looked tiny and fragile it was build with the
strongest alloys mankind had devised and could be used to beat down
doors, and opponents, without fear of it breaking.
He flexed his arms and legs, made sure the helmet was secure, then
assembled with the rest of first squad. They grabbed onto a guide rope
trying to stay roughly upright and awaited their orders, the alarms still
pounding the walls of the ship.
Outstanding. Sanchez commented. That was the fastest suit up Ive
seen. Now head to your guard points, keep in contact at all times and
make sure youre hooked up to the ships internal scanners.
They quickly dispersed, and while not as graceful as the navy crewers
they still got out into the corridors and dragged themselves to their
destinations. The platoon split into four person teams and headed off
in different directions to set up outside the entrance to an area of
importance on the ship which boarders may try to attack like the
bridge or engine room. Garibaldi, along with privates Bugs, Large and
Tucker had been assigned to the forward fire control room deep in the
armored heart of the ship, and so with a few bumps and bruises they
made their way along the now empty corridors of the Persephone.
Jump engines ready. Commander Louise Philips reported. were in
position.
Captain DeVierre nodded. Initiate jump point, keep all batteries ready
and primed.
There was a subtle pull of acceleration as the ship left hyperspace,
exiting in a blue flurry of energy and depositing itself in the mundane
darkness of normal space. The gun turrets on the heavy cruiser swung
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expected rendezvous, a basic Earth force fleet tender sat in on the

border waiting for them.
Hmm, their actually on time. DeVierre grinned. Stand down general
quarters and return to cruising stations.
Across the bridge the targeting systems went onto standby and
plasma cannons began to slowly power down. The crew on the bridge
had been calm and focused, each carefully monitoring their little area
of responsibility as the ship was on alert, now they relaxed and made
a few comments and observations of how the ship had responded.
Captain DeVierre activated the ship wide intercom. Crew of the
Persephone, well done your response times were well within the set
limits and battle stations were activated in less than three minutes.
You have done us all proud.
Philips felt pleased at that, the Persephone had earned a reputation as
a competent ship and was a joy to serve on, to date only two crew
members had ever requested a transfer since Captain DeVierre came
aboard, and even then they were for family matters and the need to
redeploy to a fixed base on Earth near relatives. He knew how to keep
the crew happy but still professional, and it was that balance which
made it an adventure to serve on this ship, not a boring chore.
And well done to red platoon! he beamed. First starship deployment
and you were ready just as fast as the Marines ever were, bravo. He
laughed, the sound carrying through the ship. It was a good alert, I
always like to make sure we are at battle stations whenever we make
the jump back to real space just in case there is something waiting to
surprise us eh? Makes sure we surprise them!
Some of the bridge crew chuckled along, his enthusiasm was infectious
and always had been.
Well be taking on fuel and supplies, EVA teams report to the airlocks
and begin replenishing tasks. He switched off the intercom. Right,
bring us along side the tender and come to a dead stop. Open up a
channel, I want to express my astonishment that we werent waiting
here a day and a half like last time.
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So thats it? A drill? Bugs grunted. If Id have know I wouldnt have

rushed so much, my damn ass is killing me.
Well if you use it to brake your fall Tucker grinned. Most of us just
use our legs.
Knock it off guys. Garibaldi cut in. It wasnt a drill, it was a
precaution, and a smart one. Anyway we did okay so lets give
ourselves a pat on the back and go back to cleaning these navy types
out at poker.
Sounds like a plan. Bugs suddenly cheered up.
They began to head back, slowly this time being careful not to bang
themselves on the walls. Garibaldi was the last when a voice called to
him.
Hey Gropo! A gruff male said. Garibaldi turned in mid flight and
braced himself on the bulkhead, recognizing the crewman from the
earlier poker game.
Tom isnt it? he asked. We were going to get the game going again,
wanna try and win back some cash?
Hell yeah, but I gotta report for duty first.
Later then?
Count on it, but me and the guys had a proposition for you. Tom
pushed off from the doorway and game to the wall beside Garibaldi.
Weve got to go EVA and set up a fuel transfer with one of our fleet
tenders, its a four man job but really we only need three.
Guess thats the Force for ya. Garibaldi smiled.
I dont think you follow me, Tom smiled showing old teeth stained
with tobacco, a rare sight but still found throughout the colonies. I
heard you talking to your buddies about doing a space walk? Theres
no way youd be authorized just to take a pleasure trip, but weve
kinda got a spare place so?
What, really? Garibaldis jaw dropped open, this was one of his life
long dreams but had always been too expensive to try on the few days
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Yeah really! Tom chuckled. Ditch that army gear and head for bay
four, well have a suit ready for ya, quick as you can.
Garibaldi rushed off heading back to the armory, this was going to be
a fantastic experience, hed always found himself fascinated by the
stars and in his childhood would often stand and stare between the
New York skyline at the glittering points beyond. While adulthood had
robbed him of most of his childhood dreams and wonder, that affinity
for space had stayed, and now he had the opportunity to get as close
as possible to it. He hadnt been this excited in years.
Balos, Dilgar orbital command post
She always enjoyed dressing in the full regalia of a Warmaster, the
dark blue uniform with paler blue facings and red piping was decked
out in gold braiding and heavy epaulettes. It was totally impractical in
the strictest sense, and while on campaign she wore the standard dark
blue duty uniform of the Navy, are the sealed suit of a scientist, but
today was special and as she stood in the lobby outside the Command
posts main chamber she had time to reflect on her reason for being
here.
She had broken the Drazi frontline and given the regular Dilgar navy a
foothold in their space. The Drazi had called in reserves and counter
attacked but by the time they arrived the Dilgar were well entrenched
and resisting fiercely. After a few failed attempts the Drazi had to
concede the border worlds and pulled back to the next set of colonies.
With so many ships lost at Latig they couldnt mass the sort of force
needed to push back the invaders without stripping their homeworld
defense fleet, something Jhadur desperately wanted them to do so
she could hit the weakened lines and introduce the planetary
population to her latest creations.
At the same time the Abbai had retreated to their home system in
confusion and sealed themselves up around their homeworld, not
unlike burying their heads in the sand in her opinion. Soon the Dilgar
fleets in the area would arrive and form a cordon around their
homeworld, and then the great battle would begin that would see the
species wiped from the face of the galaxy and their planet opened up
for immediate colonization. While Utriel was unfit for habitation, Latig
IV and Tithalis in Drazi space would soon be safe for the first
prospectors to arrive, and the sooner populations were shifted off
Omelos the better. The Council had decided aggressive colonization
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populations on colonies still smoking from orbital strikes and begin the
process of building up infrastructure on the basis of what had survived
and putting in place a civilian militia to supplement the garrisons and
free up combat troops for more aggressive operations.
Jhadurs own unit, the First Strike fleet, was preparing to redeploy to
the next crisis point, the Abbai front, to support the attack on that
location. They were rearming after the engagement at Latig and
basking in their new found glory. Warmaster Lenchar whom Jhadur
had rescued from destruction was nowhere to be seen, doubtless
sulking about her new influence from this victory. It amused her to
consider his shame, the fleet he had commanded had been given to
somebody else and Lenchar was no back on Omelos confined to a
desk. It was a moment to treasure.
The doors on the far side of the lobby rumbled open as the second
guest arrived. With a wide smile of genuine happiness Jhadur
recognized her brother and moved to greet him. His ship was shored
up in a nearby dock undergoing extensive repairs and probably
wouldnt be ready before the war ended. Fortunately Shadur himself
was in better condition with a few stitches and injuries to his left arm,
but nothing more serious.
My sister, he beamed, embracing her with his good arm. I am so
glad to see you well.
Same here. She stepped back and looked him in the eye proudly.
You have brought great honor to our family.
Please, he said in embarrassment. You know I dont like being the
centre of attention, that was always your place. Im happy just to do
my job.
She laughed a little. I remember your presentation ten years ago to
the science council. You spoke well and they were fools to ignore you.
He looked stonily at the floor. In everything Ive ever done Ive been
ridiculed, the scientists laughed at me, the old Warmasters mocked
me, even our peers mock me. What does it take to show I am as good
as they are?
You have done that brother. She answered firmly. You saved the
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But you destroyed a third of the Drazi fleet and two colonies in the
same time! Shadur pointed. How can I compare to that?
Look at me. She said. Look, this isnt a competition, this is about
our people. Come on, dont worry about what Ive done look at what
you have achieved where others have failed.
I was always in your shadow you know, at school, at university, even
now. I will always be just Jhadurs brother and not known in my own
right.
Dont talk like that. Jhadur said plainly.
I dont mind you know, its not a bad thing being in your shadow, its
safe. Its a place I can observe you at work and see how things should
be, see how a role model acts. Habit of a lifetime. He smiled
lopsidedly.
Not any more. She smiled. Now you make your own path and dont
need to follow mine. You have proven yourself brother, and the whole
galaxy saw it. Time to step into the light.
He hesitated. What if I dont want to? What if Im not ready for this
new responsibility?
You are ready, believe me you are. She encouraged. You stepped
up at Utriel, you showed what you were made of, what Ive always
known about you. You are exceptional, you have courage like no one
else I know and you will make a great and competent leader.
Something we dearly need.
Will you help me?
Havent I always? she replied. Im always here if you need me,
youre all I have left in this life, the last of our family and the only
thing which truly matters to me. Ill make sure you receive all your
just rewards, I promise.
Shadur nodded, taking strength once more from his sister. Since their
parents had died Jhadur had taken a strong lead be necessity, Dilgar
civilization had no concept of supporting the weak or disadvantaged, if
you werent strong and resourceful enough to cope with a crisis you
had no place calling yourself Dilgar. Shadur was certain he would have
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Jhadur had gone on by herself, but she had instead stayed with him
even at great cost and trouble to herself and made sure they both had
food and shelter. With help from their school teachers who recognized
their potential they were placed at the Science academy and given a
place to stay and food to eat in return for their work. But for those
early years it was Jhadur who had kept him alive, and he still felt like
it was she who was the one keeping him going now into adulthood.
Its always easier to hide away, she whispered. But this is your
destiny, do not turn your back on it.
He nodded. Alright, Im feeling ready.
You mean youre terrified? she raised an eyebrow.
Yes. He smiled weakly.
Youre about to become a Warmaster, the highest rank that can be
bestowed without being the Supreme Warmaster himself. People give
decades of service and never come within sight of such a title, but in
your first battle you earned the right. What does that tell you?
That somebody really screwed up?
Well in a way, but that you made it right. She stood a bit taller. You
are a Warmaster of the Dilgar brother, Garshan is no fool, he wouldnt
have given you the rank if he thought you werent worthy.
A chime sounded in the lobby, drawing both their attentions.
Alright, thats it. Nearly time. Jhadur said. Itll be a short ceremony,
we have to be on the way to the front in an hour.
I dont know if I can do this. Shadur shook his head. Am I ready?
What have we just said? She reminded him. This is your time
Brother, your moment. Seize it, relish it, remember all those who
belittled you and held you down? Now is when you show them your
true power. They are nothing now, but you are a Warmaster. Embrace
it.
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As always. She nodded. I am always watching out for you. She

reached out and straightened his collar, then brushed some dust off
his uniform. Although by now Id have thought youd learn to dress
yourself properly.
Shut up! he joked.
There. She finished. Father would be proud.
Do you think so? he asked.
Of course, to see his two children both Warmasters? The youngest in
history? Of course he would. She smiled knowingly. Can you imagine
his face if he walked through that door right now? they both faced the
entrance. Can you guess his words? See his approval?
If he did hed probably tell us to stop dressing up and go tidy our
rooms Shadur chuckled. Even as Warmasters he would always be
telling us what to do.
And we would do it. She nodded solemnly. He was a stern man, and
a good man. He is always guarding us, as we must now guard our
people. Think of him and think of our mother, we are here because of
them and it is in their memory that we live.
I understand. He replied.
The doors unlocked and slowly retracted revealing the hall lined with
officers, Supreme Warmaster Garshan at the far end of the room
resplendid in his ceremonial uniform.
Go on. She urged. Im right behind you, and when has anything bad
happened while I was watching your back?
Heartened by the support Shadur buried his doubts, this was a new
age for the Dilgar, one where they took their place in the galaxy and
mirroring that he accepted that he too had a new place in things, and
just like his people had embraced it he must do the same. Without
further hesitation he marched into the hall and didnt look back.
Ssumssha, Abbai homeworld.
Four Abbai cruisers broke away from the home defenses, a squadron
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open space. They moved swiftly towards the site of the Dilgar
incursion and primed their weapons.
Anymore incursions? Captain Cashik asked quickly, keeping her eyes
fixed on the sensor blips representing the Dilgar force.
A few more. Deck officer Trinki reported, her head and legs still
bound and bandaged from injuries taken at Utriel. Like the rest of the
crew she had refused to leave the ship which, with a few patches was
considered combat worthy again despite a series of holes in the hull.
Other units are moving to engage, our targets are the only ships in
this sector.
A Dilgar cruiser of the NiTratha class was conducting a rapid survey of
the defenses, the ship was reasonably well armed but like most Dilgar
vessels tended to break up rapidly when it came under sustained fire.
It was escorted by a more formidable looking destroyer and a selection
of fighters, but the forces the Abbai were sending to intercept should
be enough. Abbai command had given the Drazi Ambassador
Shaladan a role in the defense and the old warrior had extolled the
virtues of an aggressive defense, and part of that was destroying the
Dilgar scouting parties so that valuable intelligence wasnt granted to
their enemies.
Entering range. Weapons officer Franir, a Brakiri hired for the job,
reported. Fighters moving our way.
Detach our escorts, send the fighters to intercept and stay on the
primary target. Cashik commanded, focusing solely on her mission to
remove the enemy ships and not be distracted by the Dilgar counter
moves.
The squadrons of Kotha fighters outnumbered the Dilgar Thoruns, and
even the skill of the pilots wasnt going to earn victory against so
many Abbai, but even so they attacked without reservation driving
headlong into the Abbai formations and swinging around in a frantic
dogfight. Their vicious tactics caught the Abbai pilots by surprise and
caused them early loses, but rapidly they began exploiting their
numerical advantage and surrounding the enemy, and within a minute
the Dilgar had lost most of their fighters with the few survivors trying
to do as much damage as possible before being destroyed.
Picking up high frequency transmissions. Trinki said. The Dilgar
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Jam them. Cashik said. Time to firing range?

Twenty seconds, targeting systems ready, weapons armed. Franir
stated. They could have fired from further away, but at longer ranges
the lasers were less coherent and the time lag between firing and
striking the target was greater making accuracy questionable.
The Dilgar were less concerned, opening fire with their bolter weapons,
the orbs of energy flying wide past the Abbai task force.
Make sure the assault units all fire at the same target. Cashik
reminded them as she counted down twenty in her head. No half
measures, just destroy them.
They entered firing range, and in that instant each cruiser fired its
primary weapons, laser cannons specially designed to bore through an
enemys hull. Of the eight beams six managed to hit the destroyer and
carved through the light hull triggering secondary explosions inside. It
died quickly sending glowing debris into the void.
New target, Cashik rattled off, go for the scout cruiser, fire when
ready.
With the escorting destroyer removed so quickly the scout cruiser
began to power up its jump engines, it was a very risky move so soon
after jumping in but its Captain must have appreciated the trouble
heading his way. While the jump engines charged the regular engines
blazed into life operating far beyond specifications.
Hes running. Franir said.
But not fast enough. Trinki added. Weve got him.
The cruiser couldnt accelerate fast enough and the Abbai force moved
into range, punching through its hull with long range fire. A beam from
the Syonar caught its jump engines, the energy cracking open the
Quantum 40 core and releasing its energy in one tremendous
explosion which vaporized the ship in an instant, the explosion visible
from the distant planet.
Good hit Mr Franir. Cashik complemented. If we could afford it
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Just so long as we stop the Dilgar here, Ill be happy. He responded,

his thoughts constantly dwelling on the possibility of a Dilgar attack on
the Brakiri.
Were been recalled. Trinki said. And congratulated on a job well
done.
Cashik acknowledged the signal, a few days ago she would have been
disturbed at being applauded for killing two ships worth of living
creatures, but after the loss of Utriel the Abbai mindset had shifted
dramatically. While their beliefs remained the same they had been
superseded by a stronger imperative, the need to survive. The idyllic
Abbai homeworld hadnt offered many predators and the people had
always lived in peace, the social need to protect themselves was fairly
new and in the past they had been safe behind their defenses. All that
had now changed, and it was to Cashiks eternal relief that her people
saw that and were also changing. The defense of their home system
would be more active and aggressive than the actions at Utriel, with
some Drazi advice and the cold knowledge of reality the Abbai were
ready to face the Dilgar a second time. They would not be surprised
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Chapter 11
Abbai home system
Ill be sorry to leave, Paul Calendar stated. But Ive got to think of
my crew, I wish there was more we could do.
Understood. A voice replied in the traditional female tones of the
Abbai, Paul had been out here a year and only ever met a handful of
males. Tell your people what is happening here, make them
understand.
Ill try. Paul replied solemnly. Well give our stories to the networks,
whats happened out here is terrifying, the galaxy needs to know the
peril they are all in.
Be safe, the traffic controller said. We heard you risked yourselves
at Utriel for some of our civilians, Captain Cashik told us the story.
Paul had never met the controller, had never even spoken to her
before and yet she knew what they had done, it must be what TV stars
felt when they experienced their fame for the first time. The difference
for Paul being that he was known for surviving a horrific battle which if
he had the choice hed have been nowhere near. It struck him that if
they hadnt have stayed for that one last job those two thousand
refugees would still have been on Utriel and would be dead by now,
hed regretted that decision to stay because it cost him a fortune in
repair bills and almost got them killed, but it had also saved a lot of
lives and he finally started to recognize that maybe it had been the
best thing to do and was ultimately worth it in the end.
We were just in the right place at the wrong time. He answered. It
wasnt anything special.
Captain Cashik has put you forward for the Abbai heart, the highest
award of our people. The controller continued. It is a true honor.
Well, I mean, thanks. Paul stumbled on his words, he was just a
freight hauler, how the hell did he end up an Abbai national hero? Its
kinda, well, surprising. Hed just wanted to get the hell out of there.
Itll be here waiting for you and your crew. The officer replied. Were
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Thanks, and good luck to you. Paul spoke evenly, but he was
beginning to feel emotional about the whole thing. Well be back here
one day.
Well be here waiting. Abbai control out.
For a full minute Paul said nothing, beside Toby was also quiet as the
Space Race left orbit and headed for the gate, its engines groaning but
obeying. The whole ship stunk of adhesives and oil and some sections
were still sealed off being open to space, but overall the ship was
operational again. TKoth had returned with the freighters cargo
shuttle and a few spares hed acquired but they would need a long
stop off at Tirrith to make the journey back to Earth.
So theyre going to give us medals? Toby finally said to start a
conversation.
Guess so. Paul said curtly, in no mood to talk. His face remained
hardened as a mask on his turmoil within.
So well have to come back this way, to collect them?
Paul sighed in resignation. I know you want to stay and help, but this
isnt the time. Anyone who stays here is going to die.
What? No way! Toby protested. They cant!
Youve seen up close what the Dilgar are like, theyre going to send a
hell of a lot more ships here than they did at Utriel, the Abbai just
cant win. It was a conclusion hed come to almost as soon as they
arrived but refused to accept until just a few hours ago. He liked the
Abbai, hed worked and lived with them this past year, made friends
with them, helped them in their time of need, but the simple reality
was if the Dilgar showed up here in force they would win, and the
Abbai race would die.
And thats it? We just leave?
Havent you heard anything Ive said? Paul snapped. We stay, we
die. Period. This whole system is going to be a slaughterhouse and We
arent going to be in it.
We leave them to die then? Toby said angrily. Is that the sort of
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Damn straight we are! Paul laughed, not a laugh of joy but one
tinged with weariness and loathing. We run, we hide, we stay the hell
out of the firing line because we arent heroes, no matter what medals
they throw at us! We are here for the money, not to throw away our
lives in a gesture! Were going home.
We cant leave them just to die, not after helping them before! Toby
replied. We arent completely powerless here!
Wrong, thats exactly what we are! Paul slammed his fist on the
chair, surprising Toby. We are completely powerless, there is
absolutely nothing we can do to change this, not a damn thing! He
looked forward out of the window, the jump gate in view before them.
If I could wave a wand and make the Dilgar go away I would, and you
know something even if it cost my life, if it meant saving that planet
Id do it in a heart beat. But it wouldnt, we cant do a damn thing and
its burning me up to just walk away from this but we dont have a
choice. You want to go and die with them out of sympathy? You know
thats just plain stupid and I wont allow it.
You wont allow it? Toby scoffed. What gives you the right to tell me
when and where Ill die?
Because youre my crew, thats all. Paul said calmly. Ive got a
responsibility as Captain to get this ship and everyone in it to safety,
and that includes you.
Toby didnt answer straight away, the silence returning to hang heavy
on the flight deck.
I appreciate you looking out for us. Toby said. But we can make our
own decisions you know, Id like to stay and help the Abbai.
I know, but youre what? Twenty, twenty five? Youve got a life time
ahead of you and you deserve it. Its better this way, and if the Abbai
will let us leave then we should just go, they wont need our deaths on
their hands.
The Space Race arrived at the gate, their sensors showing the system
was charged and ready. Paul inputted his codes and the opening
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Do you want to see Ssumssha one more time. Toby looked out of his
side window at the distant world. Might be the last time we ever see
it.
Paul didnt look, he kept his eyes on the gate as it opened into a
Vortex and drove the freighter through and into hyperspace, putting
the Abbai and their fate to his back but unable to forget it, they set
course for the Tirrith star system and headed away into the red mists
of Hyperspace.
Abbai central command.
Another freighter leaving. Alikie observed. And I dont blame them.
Its good for us. Shaladan answered in his usual gruff Drazi tones.
Means less civilians in orbit to defend.
Central command was filled not only with row after row of military
personnel manning terminals, but also in the observation rooms most
of the Abbai senior Government including the Natar herself, the leader
of her people. Alikie thought it appropriate she was here, the actions
taken in this room today would decide whether or not her people
would continue to live in the galaxy or whether today would be their
last.
Our forces have been deployed. Shaladan continued. Two thirds
over homeworld and the rest at the colony. The third planet had a
substantial civilian colony and was as well defended as Utriel had been
but with a much larger naval force in orbit. The homeworld itself on
the fourth planet of the system had the lions share of the defenses
and the bulk of the Abbai population. Its orbital network of mines,
platforms, stations and now warships formed a concentric series of
ramparts from which the defenders could fight. At its heart was the
fully operational Pirocia type battlestation, the sister of Utriels
unfinished command post. It was in stable orbit above the Abbai
capitol city covering the government and military command centers,
including the building Alikie was in right now. Central command, for all
its sophistication, was neither armored nor buried with only a hastily
installed shield as its mode of defense, the original builders hadnt
even contemplated the chance of a direct attack on it.
Our probes showed virtually no Dilgar ships at Tirolus and Utriel.
Alikie mentioned. We believe every ship on this front is heading
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Probably. The Drazi agreed. Theyd concentrate all their power here
if they can, and use their best commander. We spotted a ship leaving
Balos for here, the same one was present leading their forces at both
Latig and the second battle of Tithalis were my people took such heavy
losses.
Alikie nodded sympathetically, the massive losses in those battles had
shocked the Drazi and represented their worst defeat in history. Do
we know which Warmaster it is?
Not yet, but we have our suspicions, especially after witnessing the
use of biological weapons.
Alikie knew that signature. Warmaster Jhadur, head of Dilgar
bioweapons research and leader of the Alacan invasion.
Thats what we thought. Shaladan agreed. The Alacans told some
lurid stories about her, those who survived.
They called her Lady Death I remember, thought it was a bit
dramatic. Now I think its too little. Alikie frowned. That woman is the
most prolific killer in history now. After today she might even be able
to add our species to her list of kills.
That will not happen. Shaladan replied firmly. We have a robust
defense designed to bleed the Dilgar dry before they ever reach orbit,
this world will not fall.
A warning chime came from a console nearby. Its officer quickly spoke
into her microphone announcing her words across the whole room.
Jump points opening in sector forty.
A second chime sounded, and a moment later two more. Suddenly the
whole chamber was ringing with noise and rapid reports as sensor
stations lit up throughout the chamber.
Thats it then. Alikie said flatly. It begins.
Dreadnought Conqueror, Dilgar 1st Strike fleet.
The combat units moves silently into position with no need for express
orders. The whole unit was well briefed on the plans and formed up in
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space. Before them lay the two primary targets, the Homeworld and
the Primary colony, both extremely well defended and heavily
populated. When these two planets were reduced to lifeless structures
it would open up the entire League to conquest and allow rapid Dilgar
occupation of Ssumsshas major infrastructure.
Fleets deploying as predicted. Captain Anjash, Jhadurs executive
officer, reported calmly. The Dilgar had massed six line fleets and two
strike fleets for this assault, over two fifths of their total strength and
several thousand vessels in total, one of the greatest gatherings of
force for millennia. With such a large force the arrivals were being
staggered so a massive traffic jam didnt occur and each fleet was
assigned a different area to gather in. somewhere out there with the
third fleet was the newly promoted Warmaster Shadur, his new
badges of rank still gleaming and with a scent of polish to them. He
would be part of the attack on the homeworld itself, while Jhadur
would lead the two Strike fleets against the primary colony.
Condition of the Abbai defenses? Jhadur asked calmly.
Extensive. Anjash replied. Looks like most of their ships are in orbit
of the two planets behind the defenses, few thousand at most.
Tied to the gravity wells. She nodded. Good, well open up the
attack on the colony immediately, see if we can draw some ships from
the homeworld.
The Strike fleets began to move rapidly, theyd only been in system a
few minutes and were already preparing to begin the battle. Speed
and surprise were key elements in Jhadurs plans and this attack
would be no different. Assaulting the fixed defenses would be more
challenging than removing the Drazi fleet, but Jhadur had no intention
of getting too close.
Mass driver units, begin preparatory bombardment. She ordered.
Missile ships move into position and stand by. All other ships hold
positions.
Central Command
They dont waste time. Shaladan grimaced. They will hit the colony
first, but do you see this units moving here? he pointed to a fleet
setting up between the orbit of the homeworld and the primary colony.
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Or survivors fleeing. Alikie added somberly. While she appreciated

the lay out of the forces the actual strategy and tactics were an alien
concept to her. She grasped why concentrating their defenses was a
good thing but the science of warfare eluded her, and in a way she
was pleased.
We cannot face them in the open, we need the support of the
planetary defense grid to boost our firepower. The Drazi said. We
must not rise to their challenge, just hold our positions in orbit and
meet them when they try and break through.
The Warrior inside Shaladan was urging him to rush out and meet the
Dilgar in battle, to take them head on in glorious combat and earn
eternal fame for himself. But the General within urged caution, these
were Abbai ships and crews, not Drazi ones, and the penalties of losing
this battle were beyond imagining. He had to work to his strengths and
try and balance out the weaknesses. This was going to be a long and
frustrating battle, but he was resolved to help the Abbai to win it.
We have incoming fire, an officer warned. Mass drivers, firing on us
and the colony.
Target the defense grid and fire. He ordered. The Dilgar were
starting small, the slow moving asteroid projectiles were devastating if
they hit but tended to be easily destroyed or redirected by defensive
fire. The initial salvoes were easily stopped.
What are they doing? Alikie asked.
I think they want to test our defenses. Shaladan answered. Maybe
keep us distracted while they move all their pieces into place.
You mean their ships and fleets?
Yes. He confirmed, having to remind himself the Abbai were not
natural warriors and may not understand terms he considered simple.
Id guess theyre going to hit the colony first and then concentrate
everything on us. Theyll be expecting a simple victory and will use
lessons learned from Utriel, see how theyre deploying their missile
ships early to clear the way?
Not really. Alikie apologized. Im so sorry, its all beyond my
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Yes you are. The Drazi answered, As this battle goes on Ill have to
make some tough decisions and issue hard orders. Your people might
not accept those orders from me, a Drazi, but if you are there then
they must.
What sort of orders? She asked, not really wanting to know.
Orders to fire despite their line of sight being blocked by civilian
ships, to stay in formation when their comrades are dying all around,
to protect their area of space and ignore the burning cities beneath
them. To act like soldiers, and not Abbai beings.
To become cold hearted killing machines. Alikie said flatly.
Exactly. Because thats what it will take to save your people.
Shaladan said. Prepare yourself Ambassador, nothing will be the
same after this.
Dreadnought Conqueror
Enough playing. Jhadur stated. Send in the missile ships, have the
first wave follow them in. Lets get this done quickly.
The mass driver attacks had been intercepted and in so doing had
revealed where the Abbai were concentrating their defenses around
the colony. Jhadur now focused her attacks on one of the strongest
locations aiming to destroy a majority of the defenders in one sudden
strike. The missile ships popped open their bays and began firing a
steady carpet of projectiles, each one with a massively powerful
nuclear warhead, the Dilgar had no qualms about weapons of mass
destruction. Abbai defenses responded, the platforms and ships of the
colony bringing down the missiles by the hundreds before they
reached range but sheer numbers ensured the barrage was getting
closer and closer.
Lines of Dilgar warships were moving in silently behind the strikes, the
waves of missiles passing above them and distracting the planetary
defenses allowing the ships to enter firing range unscathed. Across the
battlefield further Dilgar ships began their advance on the homeworld,
using their numbers to press every inch of the Abbai defense and keep
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Ready the Plague missiles, our target is the primary city of the
colony. Jhadur ordered feeling the anticipation grow in her chest.
Set for maximum dispersion.
Abbai Command.
Here they come. Shaladan intoned. Attacking as predicted, hoping
to use brute force to overwhelm us.
We are badly outnumbered. Alikie observed, seeing a defense
platform vaporized in a multi megaton blast rendered as a simple
wireframe model on a screen. Fifty people had died in that simple
animation far above her, it was only with detachment that she
remained in the room to see the battle unfold.
True, but the Dilgar are overconfident, they havent bothered doing a
deep scan of our defenses, otherwise theyd have spotted our little
force multipliers.
Our what?
Lets just say numbers arent everything. The Drazi smiled a cold
smile. Surprise is not just a Dilgar tool.
Dilgar Strike Fleet.
Leading elements in range of the defense platforms. Anjash said.
Theyre firing now.
The enhanced video images of the Dilgar destroyers gave Jhadur a
sense of invulnerability, like a superior being wielding the tools of
Armageddon. She had realized at Latig that she had reached a place
no other sentient being had occupied for a millennium, that she had
both the means and the will to wipe out whole civilizations, that her
strength had become so great nothing could no reasonably oppose
her. It was a heady feeling, something that overrode the care and
caution she had lived by in her earlier life, now she was a Warmaster
and unstoppable.
The first rank of warships began to take hits, one or two fell away but
most of the Abbai defenses were engaging the missile strikes and
unable to untangle themselves from that the platforms were sitting
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It was therefore a great surprise when the thirty ships in front

disintegrated in a series of tremendous flashes of light, utterly
engulfing the line and fading to show just empty space where the ships
had been.
Report! Now! she demanded.
Our fleet was hit by a nuclear strike originating from the satellite
defenses. Anjash said, and as she spoke the fleets moving on the
homeworld also met a nuclear barrage.
We were told the Abbai had no Nuclear weapons! Jhadur half yelled.
Looks like we were told wrong Warmaster.
Jhadur was ready to tear the head from Warmaster Lenchar and his
intelligence agents, the man wasnt worth the air he breathed, twice
now he had cost the Dilgar heavily and sent thousands to an
unnecessary grave in the cold dark of space. But she held herself in
check, she forced down the rage and calmed her mind, letting cool
logic flow over her hot passions and burgeoning ego. Her sense of
importance had allowed her to attack without gathering her own intel,
she had trusted others and not planned for this eventuality, it was
totally unacceptable in a Warmaster.
Regroup the lines, she said coldly. deploy fighters on missile
interception duty and continue the attack. They couldnt break off and
try again later, speed was key to success and the Dilgar had a tightly
scheduled battle plan. She had made a mistake, and now she needed
to correct it.
Continue the attack. She ordered flatly as a second wave of Abbai
Nukes reduced more ships to dust. Kill them all.
Earth Alliance ship Persephone, Altair sector
Engineers mate Tom Casserine gave Garibaldis suit the tug test,
making sure all its seals were air tight. The three men and one woman
were inside the ships main personnel air lock on the port side waiting
for the Persephone to line up with the tender. As soon as it stopped
the team would exit the ship and with maintbot help attach fuelling
cables to their vessels main reactant tanks. The maintbots alone could
probably have handled it, but Captain DeVierre preferred a bit of
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How you doing in there? Tom asked Garibaldi.

Good. He answered. Real good.
Nervous?
Garibaldi shrugged. A little I guess.
Well its pretty overwhelming first time out. Tom explained. The
good news is we arent moving and were no where near a planet so
you shouldnt experience motion sickness. Keep your boots locked,
stay where I put you and dont move around. Just enjoy the view.
He checked Garibaldis neck seals, then gave him a bang on the side of
the helmet. Okay soldier, youre good to go, no last minute doubts?
Are you kidding, Ive been waiting twenty years for this! he smiled,
the excitement overcoming nerves. Im ready.
Tom stepped back and activated his suits main comms system. Team
leader to flight control, were all suited up and ready to go.
Understood. Garibaldi recognized Commander Philips accent. Begin
decompression, space doors at your control. Enjoy the stroll.
Garibaldi fought to keep his breathing steady, not through fear
anymore but from pure anticipation. He was really looking forward to
this, certainly more than anything in recent memory, it made the
whole troublesome deployment worth it.
Tom pressed some wall mounted controls, and the audio gear on
Garibaldis suit patched through the sound of air being released
through valves into space. The high whistling rush lasted a few
seconds, and then total silence followed. Toms hand ran over the
controls again, and this time there was a slight shudder in the deck
which Garibaldi felt through the magnetic boots. The thick armored
door slid outwards on massive pistons, and then when it was clear
swung outwards on its revealed hinges opening up onto the vast gulf
of darkness.
Ready to take one small step for Gropo kind? Tom chuckled. Come
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The airlock was located away from the main habitable areas so the
relatively thin doors didnt compromise the ships main armored
structure. The bay was part of the hangar complex embedded in one
of the booms, and the primary reactant tanks were set up in the large
block like structure separating the hangar and front of the ship from
the engines. With most of the ships fuel and engines held well away
from its habitable areas it was hoped any accidents or explosions there
would not harm the main habitable section at the front of the ship,
which explained the oddly disjointed look of the Hyperion class ships.
Garibaldi came to the edge of the doorway, there was a ledge beyond
and a steep slope leading up to the fuelling station. He looked
outwards and saw the tender, maintbots already drawing out a long
refueling hose ready to transfer the ships raw supplies. He didnt quite
know why, the Persephone hadnt been on patrol for very long and he
guessed her tanks were still pretty full, but the Navy was always weird
when it came to their ships.
Here, dont forget your life line. Tom advised, taking a cord attached
to Garibaldis waist and attaching it to a wire running from the door up
to the fuelling point. Just in case you lose your balance, keeps you
from boldly going. He winked.
The team set off with Garibaldi following, it was a deceptively long
walk to the fuelling point and made Garibaldi appreciate the guys and
girls who did this for a living. He was used to being fully enclosed in
his combat gear, but these pressure suits were even worse, both
uncomfortable and not very mobile. However right now Garibaldi didnt
care. He walked up to the service section and stood beside one of the
ships huge plasma cannons, catching his breath while the rest of the
team headed for a few well enclosed consoles.
Okay soldier, weve gotta work now, you gonna be alright here? Tom
checked on his short range radio.
No problem. Garibaldi smiled, giving a thumbs up signal. You take
your time, Ill be fine here.
Tom nodded, then went to join the team opening up the fuel hatches
and preparing to attach the cables. Garibaldi watched for a while, then
diverted his attention out into space. It stole his breath, the sight was
just so infinite it put him right back in an eight year olds mind again
looking up from his fathers backyard. All the years in between faded
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thought was long lost in the trials of adulthood, if hed have been a
religious man hed have considered it a deeply spiritual event.
He laughed in pure joy and felt like his mind was singing, he was
totally alone even with the team less than a hundred yards away and
the few hundred ships crew a few hundred yards beyond that inside
their sealed quarters and corridors, they didnt feel what he felt now
and it was like some secret elixir only he had the formula to, a way to
be young and joyous again just like magic.
There was a stunning purple nebula visible in the far distance on the
ships left hand side, while on the right his view would be obscured by
the refueling ship. He set off walking slowly across the hull, moving
away from the busy team and heading for the far side of the ship to
get a far clearer view of the spectacle. He made it to the edge of the
hull, glancing behind him to see the rest of the EVA team working in
the distance. Now he really did feel isolated, something very rare in his
life. He had always been surrounded by family or friends or his squad
mates and it seemed rarely had much time just to be alone with his
thoughts.
Movement caught his eye, something in space between the
Persephone and the nebula. He focused on the area and squinted,
trying to see if there was some sort of object out there, perhaps an
asteroid or dust cloud, perhaps even a ship. As he concentrated he did
begin to see something very far away, a tiny moving speck which to
his untrained eye seemed to be getting closer.
Hey, Tom. He said on the helmet speaker. Theres something weird
out here.
Bit busy now soldier. The technician replied.
I think its a ship. Garibaldi continued, keeping a watch on the
object.
Well if it is Im sure the Captain knows, if its close enough to see the
sensors will have caught it ages ago.
Garibaldi wasnt too sure, it was hard to guess but it didnt look like a
human ship. He glanced over his shoulder at the nearby plasma
cannon, it was still unmoving and cold, not swinging around to target
the incoming ship so he guessed that all was well. He turned back and
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He was face to face with something he couldnt even start to explain,

his eyes grew wide and it felt like his heart had just frozen in his chest.
It was a man, seemingly a human but bathed in light and floating
mere feet in front of him. It examined him curiously, it had robes and
a cloak which fluttered as if in a breeze, Garibaldis mind was working
through that conundrum when it absently noticed the figure wasnt
actually wearing a space suit, it just hung serenely like it had just
stepped out of a garden.
Garibaldi tried to speak, a few croaking wheezes the only product. In
pure disbelief he realized that the figure wasnt wearing a cloak, but
they were in fact luminous wings. It was just too much information for
him to accept, he forgot about trying to contact the rest of the team
and settled for just gaping at the figure. It gave him one more look,
then shot backwards like a particle bolt, the bright being shrinking into
the distance and for the ship. He tried to talk again, but without much
success. The ship had come closer, still too far to really identify but he
could now make out some of its features, to Garibaldi it looked like a
deep sea creature of mottled green. The illuminated being reached the
vessel and entered, or perhaps merged with the hull, and with startling
acceleration pulled away towards the nebula.
Tom Garibaldi eventually managed. TOM!
Look soldier, were in the middle of
I just saw something! he spluttered. Holy crap it was amazing! I tell
you it was an Angel!
You saw an angel? the technician said, skepticism heavy in his voice.
Damn straight, all glowing and no space suit. It was incredible!
Yeah, so whered it go?
Well it merged with the giant space squid and now I cant see it. He
informed the other man. After a heart beat he frowned. Hang on, that
didnt sound right.
Relax. Tom chuckled. You probably got your Oxygen mix a bit
funny, your not the first guy to see things out here.
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Angels, Demons, a chorus line of dancing girls. Youd be surprised.

Tom stated. Now head over here, let me check your air balance.
Im not making this up, I just had a close encounter man!
Maybe, but remember you aint supposed to be out here so dont go
shooting your mouth off when we get back. Tom warned. Its just an
hallucination, trust me on this there isnt anything out here like that.
I saw something, I know I did. Garibaldi stated firmly.
Just get over here, were nearly done. Tom said. Say, you didnt
sneak a crate of booze onboard did you? Because itd explain a lot!
Yeah fine, laugh all you want. Garibaldi said in answer to the
crewmans amusement. But it happened.
Time to go inside. Tom said by way of an answer, still apparently
amused. At least your first spacewalk was memorable!
Garibaldi had to agree with that, there was no way he would ever
forget this. He knew it wasnt a mirage or a trick of his mind, it was a
creature out here of some type, a hidden wonder of the universe which
had revealed itself to him for some purpose. His mind was full of
questions, the same questions he had as an eight year old, what was
out there in the stars? What wonders lay in space waiting to be found?
What new and amazing types of life were out there? Hed thought hed
found all the answers to those questions, but now realized he hadnt
even touched the surface. The galaxy just got a hell of a lot bigger.

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Chapter 12
Abbai home system.
2nd day of the attack.
The third wave of ships bogged down in the face of intense fire, they
fought well but the simple weight of fire destroyed them faster than
reinforcements could advance, leaving them just a few miles closer to
the Abbai home than the second wave.
At least they got closer than the previous attack. Captain Anjash
noted.
Yes, at this rate well only need four hundred thousand ships to take
the planet. Jhadur sneered, both the attack on the homeworld and
the nearby colony had faltered and dragged into a sort of siege. The
Abbai couldnt force the Dilgar back but neither could the Dilgar breach
the defenses. While many Warmasters were happy to just sit there and
trade long range fire, the majority including Jhadur realized something
needed doing, the siege required too many ships and was stalling their
strike into the League, it had to end quickly.
Fleet command is ordering a new strike. Anjash said. A joint attack
by four separate fleets.
Coordinating that will be interesting. Jhadur sighed. Which fleet will
lead?
Anjash swallowed, she didnt want to pass on this nugget of
information.
I asked a question Captain. Jhadur repeated.
The third fleet Warmaster. Lead by your brother.
Her reaction was totally unexpected. Very well. She said calmly.
Monitor the progress and be ready to exploit any opportunities, keep
our ships powered and at combat station.
Yes Warmaster. Anjash said. She was relieved that she had not
been the focus of her commanders temper, but also a little confused
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In truth Jhadur was deeply scared, the planetary defenses had killed
anyone who got even moderately close and she knew her brother
always lead from the front, it was a stupid thing for him to do but he
labored under the idea a Warmaster should be heroic, when in truth
the most important thing was for them to hang back and be able to
direct the overall battle. It also ensured hed survive to command the
next one. Unfortunately she was powerless to do anything, she
couldnt order him to stay back and she couldnt add forces to ensure
his safety. It all came down to luck and fate, two things which had
been cruel to her family in the past.
She focused intensely on the battle, her knuckles white with the strain
of grabbing her chair arms. She betrayed no emotion, she was a
Warmaster and she would not allow her fears to consume her. Her
brothers fleet began to array for battle, and the orbital defenses
shifted.
Dilgar Dreadnought Overlord
These ships were a credit to their race and made Shadur proud to be
a Dilgar. The previous attacks had failed, but not one ship had
retreated, they had attacked and fought to the last earning themselves
undying glory, and now with their debris still cooling he would lead a
greater attack, the attack that finally broke the Abbai.
Divisions signaling ready Warmaster. Captain Evenil said. Since her
performance at Utriel Shadur had made sure she remained by his side
as commander of his personal dreadnought, he trusted her to fight the
ship while he handled the battle in general. Leading fleet assets
assembled, the other forces will follow us in.
Shadur nodded, he stood in the direct centre of the bridge and
savored the moment. The military wasnt the career he would have
chosen in his youth, and the path that lead him here was twisted and
confused, but it was in this moment that he realized that this was
right, that everything that had happened to him happened because he
needed to be here, now, leading this attack which would earn his
people a great victory. He was where he was born to be at the
moment he was meant to be there, in a moment of perfect clarity his
life finally gathered meaning. He knew why his sister had ended up
where she was, and why Lenchar and Garshan had, but his own
reason for existing had constantly concerned him, a concern now lifted
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This is Warmaster Shadur to the fleet. He began, his voice carrying

over the communications channels to the fleets. We are preparing to
assault into the teeth of the enemy defenses once again, a defense
which has claimed the lives of many of our friends and comrades. We
will not hesitate to attack the same weapons which killed them, we will
not pause to consider the danger, we will not allow their sacrifice to be
in vain. I am young and new to my role, as are many of you. This is a
fleet of young men and young women fresh from training, none of us
are hardened veterans or famous soldiers, but we have inside us that
same spirit, that same strength which drove the heroes of the past to
greatness. Many judge us on our age, after today they will judge us on
the numbers of enemy dead piled at our feet.
He had a remarkably instrument in his possession, a warfleet of the
Dilgar Imperium, as subtle as a whisper, as precise as a scalpel and as
powerful as a plasma cannon. It could perform so many roles in so
many ways, it was a living beast with bones of metal and claws of
flame, but it was the crews manning the ships of its core that made
the real difference, that made this fleet better than the fleet waiting on
the other side of the Abbai guns. They were the soul of the fleet, and
they were fortified with a determination to prove their worth, just like
their commander.
This is our hour, our moment. We must not fail, we must not dishonor
our people, we must fight and not give way. Show them what it means
to be a Dilgar.
He ended the transmission, every fiber in his body straining like a
sprinter on the blocks, a video image of the planet Ssumssha ahead of
him, the lush colored world a future home of his people and the
salvation of his race. It was a strange mood bordering on frenzy, he
knew it was adrenalin rushing through his system just like at Utriel but
somehow different, this time he was in complete control and the
consequences of this battle would be far more deeply felt. This was the
first major obstacle to the invasion, many had failed to crush the
defenses, but he would not.
They think they know what were capable of. He said, perhaps to
Evenil, perhaps just to himself. After Utriel they think they know the
depth of our resolve and our power. They know nothing.
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First wave, all ahead flank. Fighters deploy to intercept missiles and
frigates sweep on the flanks. Shadur did not return to his chair, he
remained standing proud in the centre of the bridge. May generations
remember us; Commence the attack.
Abbai central command.
Movement. A controller said from her station, immediately the
control rooms main display showed a tactical image of local space. The
planet Ssumssha dominated the screen, a thin line of blue surrounding
it representing the defense network. At the other end of the screen
was a solid block of red, a huge massing of Dilgar vessels beginning
their drive once again towards the planet.
Estimated numbers? Shaladan barked, the graphics alone were
disturbing enough but he needed details.
Over five thousand ships General. The controller replied a little
awestruck. Its a number of fleets grouped together.
This was the biggest attack yet, and looking at the ships queuing up to
get a chance to attack it looked like the Dilgar were counting on this
being the hammer blow that would shatter the defenses, and it might
do just that. The Abbai had expended most of their heavy weapons in
previous attacks, the Brakiri and Drazi built nuclear weapons were
running low and the minefields thinning while the Dilgar still had
apparently plentiful warships.
Alert the ready forces, have our ships ready to plug any gaps in the
lines. He ordered. Orbital defenses lock on and fire the instant they
reach range.
The control room ran with silent energy as the operators activated
their particular area of sky. The Dilgar were hitting the same place
over and over, gradually wearing down the defenses there through
attrition and sacrifice. The satellite weapons whirred into life once
more, adjusting slightly to bring their weapons to bear and beginning
their active sequence. Warships gathered just beyond the curve of the
planet ready to dash forward if the need arose while the few ground
based missile batteries opened their silo doors and prepared. They
were out of tricks and traps by now, the only thing they had to rely on
was courage, a trait many believed the Abbai lacked. Today would
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Heavy Cruiser Syontar

Captain Cashik felt the acceleration as her ship moved into its assigned
station, a significant number of fellow warships moving with them.
Across the lines small pockets of cruisers were gathering and joining
forces, leaving unaffected sectors to bring their weapons to bear on
the expected assault, a vast river of Dilgar warships gradually closing
on them.
All stations, battle report. She asked formerly.
Weapons station ready. Franir announced.
Sensors ready.
Engines ready.
Defenses ready.
Communications ready.
Officer Trinki stepped up to the Captain. All sections report ready, the
ship and crew are prepared to serve our people.
Cashik nodded, accepting the report. The Abbai security fleets werent
a true navy but they still had their traditions and Cashik recognized
that observing this formal preparation was a way of setting the crews
minds on their task at hand and prevent them getting lost or scared
trying to grasp the full scale of what was heading their way.
Very well, assume combat positions. Cashik fastened her restraints,
the other crew following her actions. Raise shields, activate weapons
and await our orders.
Were not moving to the front? Franir asked in puzzlement.
No, mobile forces are being held out of the firing line to minimize our
losses in the bombardment. Cashik explained. We move in when the
Dilgar reach the main defenses and have to stop using nukes.
The ship cut its engines and settled into position with the rest of its
group, fighters moved up from bases on the planet to assume covering
positions and stood station beside the heavier vessels. The Abbai had
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defenses the odds were still very poor. Cashik did not know if they
would win, but she was prepared to meet her fate doing the best she
could to fulfill her duty.
Enemy ships have entered effective firing range. Trinki said. Its
starting.
A great plume of white smoke rushed up into the Ssumssha sky,
funneled up by the underground silo. The flat metal covering had been
masked in shrubs and undergrowth and had slid back to reveal the
hidden weapon stored beneath. The Abbai had relatively scarce
amounts of Fissile material in their home system meaning they had
never really built Nuclear weapons, and as dedicated pacifists they saw
no loss there. However as the Dilgar threat grew the government
recognized that despite their beliefs these terrible weapons could make
all the difference in defending their world, so they secretly bought
large numbers of the devices from the Drazi and Brakiri and installed
them in hidden bunkers and orbital bases as a weapon of final
desperation.
The missile rose on its pillar of fire, slowly at first as it overcame
gravity pushing up from the earth and clearing the thick forest it had
been hidden in, burning nearby trees and stripping away leaves. It
joined nine other weapons from the same facility and hundreds more
launching across the hemisphere towards space. The great white
columns were visible from the capital, they were a sight no Abbai
wished to see and their distaste for the weapons was tempered by
gratitude for the service they provided. Every weapon launched
changed Abbai civilization, but crucial it also saved and preserved it
too. It was a hard balance to accept, but they had no choice.
In the same instant Abbai missiles began launching spaceward Dilgar
missiles began falling planetward. The blocky Athraskala class missile
ships slowly expending their magazines in a massive saturation strike
of nuclear tipped missiles. Usually such a massive strike would be
wasteful, but against the formidable Abbai defenses the Warmasters
knew most of the weapons would be destroyed. However they would
keep the defenses occupied while the fleet closed, a tactic they had
used before with reasonable success. Fighter wings raced to the front
of the advancing fleets to intercept the Abbai missiles and strike the
defense platforms in order to keep the main fleet as intact as possible.
The two volleys of missiles passed each other in the dead space
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were focused on that same patch of space. Then the firing began,
Dilgar Thorun fighters began picking off incoming Abbai weapons while
the defense network surrounding Ssumssha fired on its own targets.
The spectacular display hid its true nature in garish beauty, the Abbai
could not afford to let one missile past the defenses and were forced to
put every gun to the massive strike, each weapon holding the potential
to kill tens of thousands of civilians on the planet below.
The Dilgar ships were getting closer and constantly accelerating, they
were still held in their battlelines keeping in good order and
maximizing their defensive fire. The few missiles that got through the
fighter screen were quickly disposed of by the interlocking weapons
arcs of the fleets formation without even slowing the advance.
Were reading satellites and fighters blocking our way. Captain Evenil
stated.
No warships? Frowned Shadur.
No Warmaster, they seem to be kept back.
Shadur chuckled coldly. Perfect, this is our chance to overwhelm their
defenses, just as I planned.
Shall I release our ships?
No, not yet, hold formation. He ordered. Keep us in line until the
last possible moment.
The larger Abbai guns began firing now, ship killing laser weapons
began to chew into the Dilgar lines bringing down the first casualties,
their mangled wrecks spinning away as the still accelerating force
passed them, the following ships adjusting their course to avoid the
debris.
Return fire, but hold formation. Shadur said, his own ship in the
centre of the attacking group and well within range of the Abbai
forces.
One of the Abbai missiles broke through, reducing three closely
arrayed ships to unrecognizable tangles of metal. Two more vessels
fell to laser fire and a third struck a hidden mine. Holes began
appearing in the front lines much as they had during previous assaults
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Close up the gaps! Shadur ordered. Keep a solid front!

Vessels moved up from the second wave to replace damaged or
destroyed ships at the front, they were still far from the defenses and
were taking heavier and heavier losses. As the range decreased so too
did the time available to intercept Abbai missile volleys, and as more
missiles reached the lines and exploded the battle groups kept on
thinning and losing their cohesion.
Hold them together! the Warmaster demanded. We must
concentrate our forces! Hold them!
Explosions sparked on both sides, the gap between them quickly
shrinking. Shadurs line had gotten closer than the first two attacks
but was losing its momentum in the face of fierce resistance, and while
Abbai satellites were shot down or immolated the volume of fire was
still high enough to tear up the attackers. A fighter duel had begun to
grow as Dilgar pilots sought to destroy the thinly armored defense
satellites themselves bringing them into conflict with the Abbai
squadrons assigned to defense. While the Thorun fighter was superior
to the Abbai Kotha, the pilots fought with such fierce determination
that the Dilgar squadrons were stopped dead in their tracks and were
forced into intense dogfights with the Abbai craft, keeping them from
interfering with the satellites.
Send in more ships, more ships! Shadur shouted in growing
frustration. This attack cannot stall!
The Abbai were throwing in every weapon they had in range, from
surface batteries to satellites and fighters, but not any ships yet. The
static defenses seemed to be doing a good enough job alone,
destroying ships faster than they could be replaced from following
units and slowly halting the progress of the forces.
No! he yelled. Not like this, we have an obligation to break through!
We must break through! He could see nothing but failure and shame
around him, his first command as Warmaster looked a lot like it would
be his last.
Enemy fire is too great! Evenil reported. We just cant advance into
it!
Lies! he snarled. This attack is lead by cowards! Get some true
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They are not cowards sir! Evenil snapped forgetting protocol. They
are the finest crews we have, but even our mythological warriors
couldnt break through this, its too much!
We will not retreat! Shadur growled. If this day is to be our last
then let us make it one to remember!
Yes sir. Evenil replied, she knew today would be remembered, if not
for its glory then for its stupidity. More ships rushed forward, the
Overlord included, but it wasnt making a difference. Supporting
attacks went in to hit different parts of the defense grid but to even
less effect, the network was too well built with a vicious series of
crossfires and dead ends built into it to break up an attack and drown
it in fire. For all their fanatic bravery cold mathematics were winning
the day for the Abbai, and the Dilgar ships lost more and more ships
and crews which could not be replaced. Something had to snap soon
or the Dilgar Navy would lose so many ships it would no longer have
the ability to prosecute the war. It was Jhadur who recognized this,
who saw that honor and this stubborn desire for victory or death in
this battle was going to get their entire civilization killed unless she
acted.
Communications, I need to speak to Warmaster Shadur
immediately. She stated. This slaughter has gone on long enough.
Dilgar Dreadnought Overlord
The warship was shuddered by a hit from the Abba defenses, buckling
its hull and opening up part of the engineering section, the damage
only served to fuel Shadurs rage. It was an anger born from his
impossible situation, the Abbai would not let him go forward and Dilgar
tradition would not let him go back, he was trapped between two
worlds, one physical and one in his heart and both were crumbling his
hopes. Losses to his fleet were heavy, and the supporting forces were
little better off, they simply could not find a way through.
Warmaster Shadur, respond. A feminine voice spoke from the
communication net, one he recognized instantly as his sisters.
Warmaster Jhadur. He fumbled the controls a little until he found a
secure channel. Sister, do you bring your fleet to my aid?
I bring my knowledge to your aid, you are defeated, retire
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no affection, her mind was entirely focused on the mission at hand.

My forces shall provide cover to prevent Abbai ships trying to rout
you.
Absolutely not! Shadur answered back angrily. We will not abandon
the attack.
The attack has failed, all you are doing is wasting ships in a futile
gesture, ships we will need later in this campaign.
If we do not win there will be no campaign, it will end here! The
League will see we cannot defeat their most feeble warriors and will
strike us down with all their might!
Jhadur felt a muscle flex in her jaw, a subtle hint that she was losing
her temper. Every second you delay costs us another ship. There are
other ways to fight this war.
Like how? How can we proceed with an enemy planet at our backs?
he spat back.
We will find a way. His sister replied confidently. But now you must
withdraw.
Shadur took a seat in his command chair as resolute as he ever had
been. I will not.
I can make it an order. Jhadur warned. I can take your fleet from
you.
They will not follow you, they will join me in fighting through to
victory or dying in the process.
Do you so desire death? she snapped in frustration. Would you so
quickly throw away your life and thousands of others for what?
Honor?
Of course, it is reason enough for all of us.
Honor gives you nothing. She said with a snarl. Just a cold grave,
use your mind, cut our losses and retreat!
You should understand this my sister, of all people you must
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Sacrifice? she scoffed. I know about sacrifice, I gave up everything

to help our people! I gave up everything to help you! All that work that
I put into raising you and educating you thrown away for honor?
Youve been a Warmaster for a few days and look how youve
changed! You are as big a fool as all the rest!
She sat simmering in her chair, the rest of her staff trying to look
engrossed in their duties and not the unfolding conflict.
You are smarter than this brother, this isnt you. She said more
quietly. Dont let this be how your life ends, bring the ships back.
I understand. He answered, also more calmly now. This isnt how I
want my time to end.
My ships are in position, we will cover you.
There will be no need. He said again. You were the smart one,
always have been, but its time I did something on my own, something
I believe in.
Stop talking like that, I want you to pull back now. Jhadur felt her
voice rising. Listen to me, this isnt what you want to be remembered
for!
When I took this post I knew what was expected of me, how can I
live when so many of my loyal crews have died? My place is with
them.
Your place is with me! She demanded.
Not anymore sister, its time for me to make my own way and my own
decisions. Good luck with the rest of the campaign. He sounded
strangely peaceful amid the shaking hull plates of his ship as it came
under more fire. Save our people, and our line.
Dont do this! She yelled on the verge of hysteria. Dont you leave
me here alone!
Hes broken contact. Captain Anjash reported solemnly, totally
unsure how to act in this situation. She felt sympathetic but extremely
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Move to intercept. Jhadur commanded, fighting back her fear and

despair.
Warmaster, well never make it in time, were.
I said do it! Jhadur roared, it was a rage she had never before felt
fuelled by her need to keep the last of her family alive. Full speed!
Anjash knew it was a mistake, that emotion was ruling her
commander, but she could not disobey. She gave the orders and the
Strike fleet began to advance.
Shadur was at peace again, the same realization he had come to at
Utriel, it was an acceptance of destiny, that if he was fated to die
today then there was no way to hide from that, he might as well
embrace it. He had responsibilities and he didnt want to abandon
them, but he had to do this now, there was no choice.
Alright Captain, into the fire.
Yes Warmaster. Evenil said calmly, she too reaching that point of
resignation without regret.
The dreadnought cruised forward, again the Abbai defenses responded
and the renewed assault came to the same grinding halt the others
had, warships breaking up and exploding on all sides, their debris
showering the survivors before they too were turned to scrap. Even
though space was dark, the entire line here was bathed in light, it was
a remarkable place to end his journey.
Target nearest platform. Shadur ordered. Try and destroy it.
Evenil laid in the coordinates, and the various weapons station came
online, there wasnt the same frenzied rush as might be expected in
battle, they seemed to know it was more of a formality before being
destroyed.
Warmaster, receiving a message. Evenil said with urgency.
If it is from my sister I do not need to hear it.
No sir, from the eighth missile destroyer division.
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A crackly channel opened, bursts of static punctuating the voice on the

other end.
Fleet command? Come in? a young male voice said anxiously.
This is the Warmaster, I hear you.
Good, he replied, clearly relieved. We wanted you to see our final
acts, and to use them.
What do you mean, whats happening?
I am Subaltern Garadi, and I die for the Imperium.
The transmission dissolved into static, then cut out.
Where is that division? Shadur asked, he didnt understand what the
message meant and it both angered and worried him.
Coming in fast from starboard. Evenil answered. Five missile ships.
A deep explosion rocked every station on the bridge, causing Shadur
to lose his balance for an instant, almost tumbling him from the chair.
He steadied himself and tuned his nearby console to track the
incoming ships. The missile ships were designed for long range battle,
in close combat they were even more fragile that the usual Dilgar line
warships, he failed to see what Garadi was trying to achieve beside a
noble death, which he supposed was an end to itself. As he watched
one of the vessels was destroyed by a pair of satellites, and then a
second followed it, just two more wrecks among the hundreds.
They die well. Shadur said. An example to us all.
The three remaining ships passed the frontline, moving into the heart
of the Abbai frontline. One more of the missile ships died as the local
satellites turned to engage, and then fired. But the weapons fire didnt
have a chance to reach the two surviving missile ships, they detonated
themselves first in a brief flash. Shadur was caught out for a second
not understanding what the entire point of this action was when all of
a sudden the front of the Abbai defenses vanished in light. Each of the
missile ships had been packed with nuclear weapons for use during the
bombardment, hundreds of the devices, all of which had been set to
explode the same instant that the missile ships made it to the Abbai
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The light from the blast was visible from the planet below, a faint glow
on the horizon visible from the central command centre half a world
away, the illumination explained in all its terrifying power on the
rooms various display screens.
Send readiness orders to sectors five and six. Shaladan said calmly.
Prepare to move the reserves forward.
What changed? Alikie asked with dread. What did the Dilgar do?
We must be prepared for the worst. The Drazi said concisely. We
might have a problem.
Sensors returning. Evenil said, the sudden blast had caused
overloads across the board.
Was that the missile ships? Shadur gaped.
Confirmed, they detonated their entire payload in front of the Abbai
line.
Data fed through to Shadurs terminal and for a moment his breathing
stopped, he had to check twice to make sure he was correct.
A breach. He said with mounting excitement. A breach in the line!
They opened up a gap for us!
Yes sir. Evenil smiled A forty mile wide hole!
Shadur wasted no time, activating the fleet wide communications. All
ships converge on my position! The enemy defenses are broken, we
can take the fight to them! Advance immediately and leave nothing
standing in your path!
Abbai cruiser Syontar
Cashik regulated her breath and held her calm demeanor in the face of
the unfolding nightmare. The Dilgar attack looked like it was fizzling
out, its final desperate push torn apart by the defense grid like the
previous efforts, but in a sudden turn everything had changed and the
defenses had been blown wide open. A dozen satellites, and a number
of Dilgar ships, had been destroyed or heavily damaged in the blast
and even as the plasma cooled enemy ships and fighters were racing
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Warn command immediately. She said carefully controlling her tone.

Tell them enemy ships are moving on Ssumssha.
They already know. Officer Trinki replied. Central is telling us to
hold position but be ready to move, theyre sending in other closer
units first.
Cashik nodded slightly and forced herself to remain still. She had a
strong desire to do something, like she was watching a blaze raging
out of control with a hose in her grip, but she was being told not to
turn on the water. She had to remind herself that central command
had a better view of the battle then her and knew what it was doing.
She really hoped they knew what they were doing.
Dilgar Fleet.
Come on! Shadur shouted over the noise of the shuddering ship.
We need more power!
Engines are already redlining! Evenil returned the shout. Were
almost there!
Every ship in the line was driving for the gap in the Abbai defenses,
and it seemed that every weapon in the defenders arsenal was turning
to cover the hole. With so many ships gathering they couldnt miss,
and Dilgar wrecks were cluttering the approaches and forcing the
following ships to push them aside. The wrecks managed to absorb
some of the fire aimed at the attackers, enough was still getting
through to keep the assault hemmed in. the ships were being funneled
into the Abbai guns, while the breach had looked like a sure way to
victory it was slowly becoming a sure way to destruction.
Press on! Shadur demanded. This is our chance!
More enemy ships just joined the defense, were losing too many
ships to break through! Evenil yelled. Weve already taken heavy
damage, we wont last much longer!
Waves of fighter shot past, within a second of passing the Overlord
they were caught in the Abbai quad cannons and torn to pieces by the
score. Destroyers would drive on into the storm of cross fire and
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stream of burnt debris floating on through the lines to disappear into

empty space.
This isnt fair! Shadur exclaimed. Were so close! We are almost
there! he pointed at the image of Ssumssha and the billions of Abbai
cowering there in fear of the Dilgar. I can almost reach out and touch
them!
There is no way through. Evenil said in frustration. More Abbai ships
are moving into position, theyre intensifying fire.
Just one more push! After coming so far all we need is a final effort!
I cant give you it Warmaster. Evenil stated. We will not survive.
Shadurs heart was sinking, it seemed a moment of hope had opened
but it had been a trick of fate, just another way to torment him before
death. So be it, but at least we die well.
Yes sir. Evenil replied evenly showing no fear or emotion. We are
almost at the front.
And to be on the front line meant instant destruction. Shadur
accepted it.
You are a credit to the service Captain. We were lucky at Utriel.
In the moment before the dreadnought reached the crucible of the
defenses everything changed, the Abbai defenses were struck by a
sudden wave of missiles and laser fire destroying scores of satellites to
the left of Shadurs attack. The satellites were so busy firing on the
assault group they missed the sudden volley from the flank and
couldnt target their defensive weapons on time. The whole left flank of
the battle opened up, throwing the defense into confusion as they
fought to react to the surprise.
Its Jhadur! he shouted in wondrous joy. I knew she wouldnt
abandon us!
Sure enough the long range sensors which had been ignored by the
crew showed the Warmasters strike fleet opening up with long range
fire on the defenses, missiles and rounds from mass drivers ploughed
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We must act quickly, adjust course, take us through the line!

Shadur was virtually jumping with adrenalin, the ups and downs of
the battle leaving him confused about what fate truly wanted. Order
all ships to form up and advance!
Cruiser Syontar
To hell with this. Cashik cursed, amazingly rare for an Abbai let alone
an officer. Engines at full, weapons fire at will.
The Dilgar had broken a section of the fixed defenses and were moving
through the gap, they had a clear shot at the planet below and could
cause millions of deaths in an instant. Orders or not Cashik understood
she had to act. The cruiser accelerated nimbly, an escort of fighters
following on towards the growing chaos. Within seconds official orders
came through for the whole group to advance, every available ship
was to move in and intercept the Dilgar fleet, they were still
outnumbered but the Abbai were not afraid and they moved into range
with stoic expressions.
In range. Franir said dispassionately. Firing now.
The combat lasers discharged, punching far out into space and
damaging a distant enemy ship. A number of Abbai ships were closer
and were grappling with the leading Dilgar ships as defense platforms
quickly realigned, turning inwards to fight ships moving behind them.
Cashik saw an Abbai carrier trying to retreat the firing line being
pinned by a Dilgar cruiser, its shields failed and armor cracked open
under the attack. A series of nuclear explosions stuttered across the
battlefront, though who fired them was a mystery as they seemed just
as destructive to both sides.
Command is releasing us from our location. Trinki said. Were just
to go and cause as much damage as we can using our own initiative
with our escorts.
Very well, well hit them on their flank, keep us close to the defense
platforms and watch our velocity. The Captain said swiftly, noting the
professional response of the crew. Increase power to forward shields,
this is it, the day we trained for, dont fail our people.
The bridge remained quiet, it had none of the boisterous enthusiasm of
a Drazi ship as it headed for battle, nor the lengthy discussions
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simple expediency, they had to do the job so they would get it done
without a great show about it, it was far too important a task for that.
For a few moments the Abbai line had fallen into confusion, and it had
only taken that time for the Dilgar to strike with unerring precision and
brutality at the worst possible location. The ships in the area were
being pushed back, and while their carefully interlace fire was
destroying two Dilgar ships for every Abbai vessel that fell the Dilgar
had ample forces ready to carry on the fight. Gradually the breach was
widening.
Dilgar fighters are heading this way. Trinki warned. Theyre locking
on.
Send our fighters to intercept and fire defense guns.
The Thoruns engaged the Syontar, plasma bolts bursting on the
cruisers shields with minimal effect. It was possible for the Dilgar
fighters to fly under the shields if they got close enough, a number of
ships had fallen that way, so Cashik ordered the fighters forward to
make sure that did not happen. The Abbai craft backed up by the
Syontars own guns managed to fend off the attack, destroying most
of the enemy squadron and driving off the survivors.
Recall the fighters. Cashik said quickly. They are our escort, dont
let them go off chasing enemy fighters and leaving us.
Trinki gave the signal, making sure discipline kept their formation
together. Franir fired again, this time causing greater damage to his
target.
Watch the port side. Cashik cautioned. Hold course and keep firing.
The ship arrived at the main battlefront and immediately shuddered
under a sudden spray of Plasma bolts. The intensity of the fire was like
nothing she had seen before, even the Utriel battle had been nothing
in comparison with this. It was a surreal sight over the Abbai
homeworld, something beautiful yet with the power to end her
peoples existence.
Theres the breach. Trinki said. The fleet is massing for a counter
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Take up position and follow them in. She said. Well add our power
to theirs and defeat this menace.
The cruiser began to move into position, but before it could fall into
formation a series of explosions scattered the assembling group of
ships, destroying dozens and damaging more.
Dilgar missile ships! Franir yelled in fury. Enemies all around us!
A Dilgar destroyer passed within a mile of them, every inch of its hull
was burning as air and fuel sprayed into space making it look like a
small comet. The chaos and destruction was just unfathomable.
Should we withdraw Captain? Franir said. Form a second line?
No, we will not leave this spot. Cashik said firmly. Whatever
happens next, we will not turn around. Keep Ssumssha to our backs
and the Dilgar staring down our cannons, fight on.
A handful of ships stood before the breach, but there was little they
could do. Reinforcements swept forward from their reserve locations
leaving every other location undefended to oppose this assault, Dilgar
ships were swarming forward and began to hunt down the Abbai
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Chapter 13
Earth Dome, Geneva.
The air outside was beginning to feel crisper as winter drew near, the
first frosts had settled in the morning and the trees that were dotted in
and around the government offices were turning a golden shade of
orange or red as they began to wind down. The parks and gardens set
up beside the lake for the enjoyment and relaxation of the various
officials and clerks were becoming more deserted, the only visitors
now passed quickly through huddled in large woollen coats and gloves.
Director Karl Durban found himself a bench all to himself, there wasnt
another soul for hundreds of yards and he was shrouded by the sleepy
trees from view from the compound far behind. He had an excellent
view of the lake and watched a few brave sailors rowing in the cold
waters. As a native Australian Durban wasnt fond of the cold, even in
winter back home it had remained mainly mild in the southern
territories, so to come to a place where temperatures were already
heading for freezing had been a shock to his system. But that was
thirty years ago, and since then hed been to the coldest places on
Earth and beyond, from Ice planets to burning deserts hed seen all
the Earth Alliance could offer as he trained and served in his role of
Spy, slowly but surely building up a network of agents and disgruntled
nationals in every major empire, faction and group in the galaxy to
serve the interests of his people.
It had been hard work, but he had become a spy master, the head of a
valuable ring of agents feeding back information on a myriad of topics.
His skills at organizing and coercing precisely the right sort of
information allowed him to rise quickly through the ranks. Durbans
people skills were legend in the EIA, especially his plays on members
of the Khari and the Centaurum to keep Earth space free of
interference. He had become the deputy director of the EIA shortly
after the Narn treaty was signed, and was promoted to its director
proper five years later in 2224. His time since then had been
consumed in politics and he longed for a decent challenge to his
intelligence skills once more, and it seemed the growing Dilgar threat
was going to grant him his wish.
A man thumped onto the seat beside him with an exhalation, the cool
air misting from his warm breath. He wore a dark coat that appeared a
size too big for him and a fur lined cap of black. He coughed a little
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I thought secret meetings like this only happened in story books. The
man said in a thick eastern European accent.
Youd be surprised how much from fiction is actually fact. Durban
said. Glad you could make it General.
Call me Alexei. General Denisov replied. I am off duty after all.
Durban nodded at the Earthforce Chairman of the joint chiefs, the
senior soldier among humanity and more usually decked out in a grey
uniform with five stars on his shoulder and a deck of medals on his
chest. A meeting between two such senior members of the
administration would have raised a lot of questions which Durban
didnt want to answer, so he had set up this rendezvous on the quiet
to make sure the wrong people didnt hear.
You know why youre here? he began.
I would guess its about the Dilgar. Denisov stated with a shrug.
Seems to be the main topic these days.
In part, but also its about Secretary Brogan and his power games.
Ah. Denisov sighed. I had noticed he was playing this crisis for his
own ends, gathering support in the senate. I suspect he has his eye on
the presidency.
Thats a given, but worries me is who pays the price for him to get
there. Durban shook his head. He persuaded the President to
authorize a surveillance mission to the Dilgar front, you heard?
Denisov nodded. It effects us too, itll be one of my assets that goes
out there, probably one our joint ships.
Probably. Durban agreed, the EIA surveillance ships were run by
Earthforce and had naval crews with teams of EIA specialists manning
the vessels equipment. You know its a suicide mission?
Almost certainly.
Theres no almost about it, if those guys go in theyll die.
Its an order from the commander in chief, it has to happen. Denisov
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Actually GeneralI mean Alexei, there is something. Thats why I

called this little meeting. Durban grinned. We can fulfill the mission
without losing a single crew member and prevent us getting dragged
into this growing gagglef this mess in the League.
Denisov stared at him. You have my undivided attention.
Remember, Brogan is counting on this mission to get us deeper
involved in the war, I dont know why but hes got an agenda with the
Dilgar. You and I both realize that if we take them on were going to
get badly hurt, win or lose itll cost us a lot of lives for little real gain.
Theres a feeling that beating the Dilgar will put us on a par with the
Centauri as a galactic superpower. Denisov suggested. Many of my
Generals are intrigued by the idea and anxious to send our forces into
battle with a full sized empire to test them.
Now dont say you agree with Brogan! the Director gaped.
Of course not, only a fool goes to war for no tangible gain. No, my
duty is to the integrity and safety of the Alliance, a war with the Dilgar
is not in our best interests. What is your plan?
You have to send a ship, we cant get out of that, but did you get told
by the president exactly what ship to send?
No, just one of our spy ships.
Thats what Brogan wants, but there is no order to do so. Durban
smiled as Denisov nodded in understanding. You dont have to send
an actual spy ship, it could be anything.
Something which would not be so vulnerable. Denisov agreed.
Like a dedicated warship, something with its own jump engines that
could escape as necessary and defend itself if it had to.
Denisov snorted in laughter. I can see why you are the EIA director,
you are the most manipulative and sneaky man Ive met!
Well thanks. Durban grinned in return. This way we dont disobey a
presidential order, we dont lose a valuable asset and a number of
lives, and Secretary Brogan doesnt get us neck deep in the Dilgar war
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It is a good plan. Denisov cackled a bit more. I have a good ship out
there now.
I noticed a few scout cruisers out past Altair. Durban said. Its the
mission theyre designed for, a quick look before scooting.
Actually Id prefer to send a dedicated warship, we have a heavy
cruiser out there now, the Persephone, patrolling our borders. I know
her Captain, he is skilled enough to get them out of trouble and will
follow his orders to the letter.
Even better. Durban concurred. Theres even less chance of losing a
ship that big and powerful. Im glad were both on the same page
Alexei.
Im only doing what I think is right for Earthforce. Denisov grimaced.
I dont like politics and I dont like politicians getting involved in
running my fleets and armies. If this prevents one of my ships and its
crew not coming home, then I do it because thats my job. Nothing
else.
I understand. Of course you realize this conversation never took
place.
And this trench coat will self destruct in ten seconds? Denisov gave
him a glance. I know the drill Mr Director, just make sure Brogan
doesnt play chess with the lives of my crews again.
Denisov stood up and took in a deep breath of the chilly air. Reminds
me of home. He commented. Invigorating. Good day Director.
Alexei. He nodded a farewell. The rowers still crossed the lake, the
air still bit cold and the trees shedding their leaves in each breeze, but
Durban had a new warmth inside. He had achieved something useful
and would put that damn Brogan down in his place.
Abbai Central command.
Alikie didnt know exactly what was happening, but it seemed bad,
guessing from the hard expression on General Shaladans face things
were going very grimly. The thin line of green on the tactical display
ringing the planet had a gap in it, a gap through which a mass of red
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Reserve units are being attacked while they are still gathering. A
technician reported. The rally points are already overrun.
Set up new rally points. The Drazi said curtly.
Our forces are being pushed back too fast, wed have to put them
directly in orbit to form up in time.
I dont care if the rally points are outside, across the street and under
the ocean! Shaladan snapped. Get those routing ships lined up and
ready to counter attack!
General, I can see this is a bad time Alikie began.
Comms, get me Captain Mashir. Shaladan yelled.
But if you wouldnt mind the ambassador continued.
No response, the communication officer shouted. Her ship has been
destroyed, its off the scope.
What about the rest of the First squadron? he asked.
Could you perhaps explain this? Alikie kept on gently, her words
seemingly lost in the cacophony.
No readings. A deck officer replied to the General. Looks like theyre
gone.
Gone? Alikie said Where?
What about second squadron? Shaladan demanded. Or the Third,
fourth or Fifth?
No response, it looks like they are all destroyed.
The Drazi yelled in anger and rammed his fist through a screen, utterly
terrifying Alikie with the burst of rage. Whats left up there?
After a moment the answer came through. I have Captain Cashik of
the Ninth standing by, the tenth and eleventh is also in position under
her orders, every other squadron of ships is redeploying but too
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Captain Cashik, this is central, do you hear me? Shaladan spoke

directly to the Captain.
I hear you. Cashik replied, her voice filtering through the speaker
system. We can see Dilgar units ahead of us widening the breach in
our defenses, others are pushing back elements of the Sixth
squadron.
We see it Captain, it is imperative that the Dilgar fleet does not reach
orbit, is that clear.
Yes General, if the Sixth falls, as it will in a few moments, they will
have a clear run to orbit.
Your orders are to proceed forward and hold the Dilgar advance at
any cost, do you understand me Captain? Any cost.
Preparing to attack now, what support should we look for? Cashik
wondered.
Captain, we can offer no support. Shaladan said somberly. Our
ships are regrouping, but they wont be ready before the Dilgar strike.
We need time, a few minutes, we need to slow down the Dilgar with
the resources at our disposal Captain.
Slow them down. The disembodied voice repeated. Can homeworld
be defended?
If we have time to gather our forces, perhaps. Shaladan said. But
without time, we will all die.
We understand General. Moving to intercept the Dilgar fleet, the
goddess will grant us speed.
Good luck Captain, we will send whatever we can spare. Shaladan
affirmed, then cut the channel.
Shes going to die isnt she? Alikie asked in both amazement and
sadness. You sent her to die.
This is war madam Ambassador.
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Yes Madam, and thats why I am here. I can give those orders, I can
send warriors to their death, I can get them killed so more of your
people do not have to. Her sacrifice is not in vain, she might just save
this world.
There was a deep rumbling, a sound which got louder and louder with
each second like a massive freight train approaching.
What is that? Alikie looked around.
Sensors, what do you have? Shaladan asked. Landing ship?
I dont think so. One of the operators said. We have incoming!
Everyone take cover! Shaladan called out. On the floor, quick!
Alikie joined the room as the slid out of chairs, the roar outside
deafening. Through one of the tall windows she saw a black plume of
smoke and a fiery orb at its head apparently motionless in the air, a
trick of perspective indicating the object was heading right for them.
Suddenly as it neared the object seemed to grow staggeringly fast, it
passed overhead, and Alikie along with the rest of the room swung
their heads around to watch. They saw it hit the ground through the
other set of windows in the building, crashing on the edge of the
capital city and shattering half a dozen tall towers sending them to the
ground in dusty spires. The shockwave from its impact raced across
the land, passing under the command centers shield above the
building.
Stay down! Shaladan yelled over the noise, and in that instant the
shockwave hit and blew out every window, showering the room with
glass. The wisdom of putting windows in the command centre was
shown to be flawed to the Abbai as dozens were injured by flying glass
as brown dust filled the room.
This is hell! Alikie screamed unable to control herself any longer.
Yes it is! shouted Shaladan. An orbital strike, Dilgar mass driver.
We were lucky!
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It could have been on top of us! he chuckled a little and stood,

completely covered in pale dust. It settled on every screen and
technician in the room in a ghostly shroud.
Look lively, we are still fighting! the Drazi called. Youre not all dead
yet, clean off your stations and give me a report!
Alikie picked herself up, coughing on the thick air. She heard more
coughs, and also shouted reports as control was restored.
I want the orbital reserves sent forward to help Captain Cashik. The
Drazi ordered. Keep the other fleets assembling at the rally point.
The orbital reserve fleet were those ships too damaged to fight!
Alikie said. They wont last a second!
The Dilgar must destroy them before advancing, even if they cant
hurt the Dilgar back they serve a purpose.
These are people you are talking about! They have names and lives
and families! Alikie wailed in sadness.
And when they fight and die itll be to preserve two of those three
things. Shaladan replied. I told you this would be the hardest thing
to endure, this is why. Only your homeworld matters, now I have a
battle to run.
Alikie backed away and collapsed on the dust covered floor, it had all
turned into too much for her, the hash realities of war just couldnt be
faced and the decisions Shaladan made left her empty. But the very
worst thing was she knew he was right, and that simply made her
break down and cry on the floor of the command centre as the fate of
her people hung in the balance all around her.
Dreadnought Overlord.
With me brave warriors, follow on!
Shadur was feeling unstoppable, after the initial stall in the attack
Dilgar ships were now all but unopposed with the Abbai breaking and
running in the face of the attack. It was a great victory, and it was his
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Captain Evenil was running the warship most efficiently, despite

damage it was operating at full potential and cutting down enemy
ships wherever it found them. Laser beams and bolt cannons pounded
the crumbling Abbai fleet trying to hold them back and more ships
were claimed by her guns.
Weve almost broken through. Evenil said.
All fleet units will pursue any escaping vessels, missile units will start
planetary cleansing, Im sure my sister can provide the tools for that
job. He grinned, the weapons Jhadurs fleet were carrying would
make even the Supreme Warmaster blanche.
Incoming Warmaster! Evenil reported frantically. Three battle
squadrons from our port side!
Adjust course and speed. He ordered quickly. Fleet units fire at
will!
The Dilgar fleet was out of its battle formation, in the confusion of the
break through the various units had squeezed through where they
could with no coordination, just a need to get into range with the
Abbai. Shadur had not been able to reassert control, his efforts being
directed at driving them on instead or preparing an overwhelming and
steady assault. As a result when Captain Cashiks counter attack hit
the Dilgar, despite being hugely outnumbered they carved into their
enemies who were too taken aback to respond effectively.
I want those Abbai ships dead! the Warmaster snarled.
Leading ships are having a hard time reacting. Evenil said. They
cant get into a favorable position.
I dont care, use other ships!
Were too bunched up in the breach, following ships are being held up
by the forward ones, and they are hemmed in by those coming along
behind.
So break up the fleet! Shadur gasped. Do I have to think of
everything?
Ill give the order, but we are so out of position she tailed off under
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More ships were destroyed as they flailed around under the attack, the
return fire barely scratching the Abbai ships. Cashik kept her vessels
moving, not allowing the Dilgar to gather in one place to stop her. She
realized it was a game of cat and mouse, and it wouldnt take the
Dilgar long to organize themselves into a unified fighting force again,
but by then she hoped to have a lot of reinforcements on their way, it
just needed more time.
This is pointless! Assemble our escorts! Shadur snapped. We will
proceed with the attack.
Alone sir? Are you serious?
Dont question me, of course I am! he grinned, his eyes almost
glazed and far away looking. The Abbai are beaten, we just need one
final push to tip them over the edge! We can do this, we can
administer the final defeat ourselves!
I advise we wait for the whole fleet sir.
So noted, now follow my original orders.
With a sigh Captain Evenil gave the commands, and the Dreadnought
veered away followed by two dozen other ships of its escort. While the
fleet milled around behind him Shadur headed away to drive deeper
into the Abbai front. Central command saw the ships leave but could
do nothing about it, they didnt have anything left to counter Shadur
so stuck to their plan of rallying their fleets and preparing to strike
back.
Come on! he roared. This is why we were born, to lead our people
to Victory!
Warmaster your Sister is urging us to stay with the fleet. Evenil read
a message. She says were heading into
Ignore it, all speed ahead! Shadur laughed in joy. We will never be
forgotten!
Evenil agreed with that, but the reason they would not be forgotten
was what troubled her.
They burned down a couple of damaged Abbai ships and began
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were silhouetted by the planet below, their sharp angles black against
the clouds and oceans below.
Theres noting to stop us! Shadur grinned. I told you there wouldnt
be! We will destroy their capital city and central command!
As soon as Evenil heard the words central Command she realized
what Jhadur had been trying to warn her brother about. Hells teeth!
she gritted. All ships break off, break now!
How dare you! Shadur leapt up. What gives you his voice faded
as the ships sensors caught something on the horizon coming up over
the curvature of the planet.
It was a battlestation, the fully operational Pirocia class station which
provided the main defense for the capital city below, something
Shadur had completely forgotten about. That station now fired, its
tremendous weapons load tearing into the Dilgar force and ripping
destroyers into glittering metal. The command dreadnought pulled a
frighteningly tight turn, throwing Shadur up into the roof as its
thrusters went onto emergency power, straining and bending every
support on the vessels hull. It was struck by multiple beams, severing
communications and engines and leaving the ship spinning away under
inertia out and beyond the Abbai defenses. As the ship cleared the
satellite grid the Abbai fleets finally gathered to attack.
Dreadnought Conqueror.
Warmaster Shadurs vessel is out of contact. Anjash said.
Destroyed? Jhadur asked quickly.
Crippled.
Dispatch a squadron to retrieve it, I have much to say to my brother.
She said with a stoniness to her words. Put me on fleetwide.
Anjash tapped some codes into her master command station.
Ready.
Warmaster Jhadur to fleet, begin withdrawal now starting with the
rearmost units. Form a rally line at the following coordinates and hold
there. An Abbai counter attack is heading your way, I want to see a
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Abbai forces were already engaging the front of the breakthrough

force while fresh units were heading for the breach to try and cut off
those ships already within the circle of Abbai guns.
Move the fleet forward into covering positions, well slow down that
offensive and allow the less damaged ships to retire. Jhadur frowned
at the display, then a ghost of a smile came to her. Now would be the
time for our diversion.
As the battle around Ssumssha entered its final phase every eye in
Abbai central command was watching the Dilgar begin to retreat,
forces were gathering and driving the invaders back much to
everyones immense relief. It took them valuable seconds to see the
jump points forming amidst the debris of Dilgar ships around the
Primary colony world in the system away from Ssumssha. Ordinarily
the defense grid would have destroyed whatever came through to
point in a matter of seconds, a ship leaving a jump point is extremely
vulnerable until its systems can fully recover from the energy drain of
creating a vortex making combat jumps a very risky tactic. In this
instance the risk worked, and ten warships emerged from hyperspace
and instantly began firing missiles, not at the orbital defenses, but at
the planet below and behind them.
General Shaladan responded quickly and targeted the automatic
defenses, a wave of fire converged on the missile ships quickly
destroying them, but the missiles got through. It wasnt enough for
global saturation, but each deadly payload of Staffords Plague
sentenced a whole city to a slow death, and even if the missiles didnt
cover the whole planet given time the contagion surely would as
panicked people spread Jhadurs latest concoction.
In the bright light of victory it hung like a cloud souring the Abbai
population and leaving the officers in the control room in stunned
silence.
Why? Alikie rose from the floor, the white carpet of dust still lying
heavy on everything. Tracks ran down her face showing tears which
she did not hide. Why do they do this? Why do the Dilgar want us
dead!
I dont know. Shaladan replied sincerely. For territory, for power,
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They poisoned our colony. She stumbled on her words, the grief
trapping those sounds in her throat. It had no strategic value! It was
nothing to them, we are nothing to them! she yelled through the
tears. Why should they care!
Shaladan looked away, he had no answer. The Dilgar were in retreat
and the Abbai fleet restoring the planetary defenses, it had been a
very close battle but they had won, they had protected Ssumssha at
least for a little while longer, but by drawing forces to defend the
homeworld they had sacrificed the colony and its millions of
inhabitants. He knew it was the price of war, but it made it no easier
to bear.
Damn you! Alikie screamed. Damn you and your kind! A curse on
conquerors and warriors! Damn every last one of you! How many more
have to die before the universe realizes war is not the way!
Again he did not answer. It was an unanswerable question, and he felt
like telling the hysterical leader that if not for the sacrifice of her own
warriors Ssumssha would have fallen in a few minutes and now every
one of them would be dead. It wouldnt matter to her, best leave her
to work through the grief and shock alone.
What have they done. She was quieter now. What have they done?
What have they done? she repeated the phrase over and over, the
nearby weapon controllers transfixed by the spectacle.
Medical team. Shaladan barked. Take Ambassador Alikie to a place
she can rest, everyone else get back to your stations!
As the Ambassador was slowly led away arm in arm with a medic
Shaladan understood that the casualties of war were not just limited
to those shot or burned on the battlefield, but would also be inflicted
on those at home too. Abbai society was already a casualty of this
war, its pacifist ideals shattered under the grim attack, the effect on
the psyche of its people would never be understood by a simple Drazi
soldier, so he focused his mind, ignored the dust caking his uniform,
and began to restructure the defenses ready for the next attack.
Geneva, Earth.
It was almost an alien landscape, completely new and unimagined
filled with exotic wonders and terrors, with beings whose desires and
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But this was not some strange new world, at least not physically, it
was an evening function designed to raise awareness of poverty
growing in the African Bloc nations.
Morgan Clark was a fish out of water stood amidst the glitterati, there
were two types of people in the room, those with power like the
politicians, Captains of industry and diplomats, and those who thought
they had power like film stars and celebrities. And then there was
Clark himself who was neither, stood in a corner in a rented tuxedo
with a half drunk glass of champagne in one hand and a canap in the
other feeling utterly useless. The event was held in the great reception
hall of the senate building with pale wooden floors and high ceilings
dominated by thirty foot high windows at the head of the room. It was
night outside, and within a warm glow of subdued lighting created a
pleasant ambience for the rich and famous within.
Clark was here because Secretary of State Brogan had invited him as a
guest, he had been reluctant to accept but appreciated that a refusal
could sour relations with his new friend, and after the stark verbal
assault by director Durban he was beginning to think a career in the
EIA was impossible. Despite his awkwardness it was actually turning
into an interesting experience, he amused himself by spotting famous
faces and eves dropping on conversations, finding himself surprised at
how the ultra wealthy lived their lives.
He suddenly caught the eye of an exceptionally attractive young
woman, instantly recognizing her as Sun Chi, the newest and most
successful of the current crop of young movie stars and an object of
desire for millions of people. He held her gaze for a few moments,
petrified by the attention of this starlet, before she moved on and went
to speak with the Vice President of the Alliance. He cursed himself
inside for just standing there and gawping like a village idiot, he
should have at least tried to make conversation but found his body
unwilling to respond. In loathing he took a bite of the canap and
instantly regretted it, the thing was cold and rather crusty, utterly
disgusting to his pallet. He turned look for a bathroom to spit out the
revolting delicacy.
Morgan, good to see you. Harry Brogan met him as he turned.
Everything alright?
Clark was acutely aware that his face was contorted in disgust over
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guessing there was going to be a price to pay for that in the morning.
Just fine thanks. He smiled.
Lets take a walk, my party are sat over here, there are some people
who want to meet you.
Clark followed on suddenly intrigued. They crossed the hall, Brogan
exchanging greetings with a number of dignitaries on the way
including the Centauri ambassador, and finally stopped at a table in a
fairly quiet quarter of the room. He pointed to each of the three
persons seated at the table.
Id like to introduce Carol and Ellen, my two daughters. Clark nodded
to them politely. And this is my son in law, Carols husband, Mike
Jankowski.
The man stood, he wore the dress uniform of an Earth Force
Lieutenant Commander. Pleasure. He offered his hand.
Clark took it. Commander, my compliments, youve found a true
beauty there.
The assembled group laughed a little, and Brogan gave him a slap on
the back. Way with words eh? he laughed. This is Morgan Clark, my
new friend in the EIA.
The Dilgar expert? Jankowski asked. We had some of your work
circulated around the fleet. Made worrying reading.
Commander Jankowski commands the EAS Gato, one of our frigates?
Brogan frowned as he tried to remember.
Yes sir, were here to participate in war games off Ganymede this
month.
Must be exciting. Clark commented, the desire to go into space
nowhere near his heart.
It can be, but also dangerous. There are a lot of threats out there.
Very true. Brogan agreed with Jankowski. Lots of threats, which is
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He gestured for Clark to sit, and then pulled up his own chair. Clark
noticed he had become the centre of attention and found himself
feeling slightly embarrassed again, still clutching the vile canap.
I want to talk to you about our thoughts on the Dilgar. Brogan
began. Dont worry about these folks, I trust them all with my life.
Earth Force is going to send an expedition, a single ship, to investigate
the Dilgar threat.
Well thats great, Clark said. Its what we wanted.
Sort of, but you see theyre sending a warship, a cruiser that will
watch from the edge of battle and not get involved. Now while thats
fine, it doesnt serve our interests much.
Our interests? Clark wondered. But it gets our intelligence on the
Dilgar?
It does, but we also want Earth to take a role in these events.
Brogan said quietly. Whats happening out there is changing the face
of the galaxy, the old factions are changing and the Earth Alliance
needs to be part of that, directing the changes to our advantage.
So youre talking about direct intervention? Clark frowned. But
theres no way the senate will approve that.
No right now, no. Brogan admitted. But if we are careful we can
make sure they have no choice and that they have to do what is good
for Earth, despite their political cowardice.
How then?
Easy. Brogan smiled. We make sure that Earth Force ship isnt on
the edge of battle, but right in the thick of it.
Oh now hang on, Clark pulled back. I dont think sending our ship
into direct confrontation with the Dilgar is so smart.
Of course it is. Brogan replied in a reasonable tone. It shows the
League we have the reach to deploy ships to their space and face the
Dilgar. It warns the Dilgar themselves that we might become involved,
and it shows the folks back here that Earth is part of the galactic
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The Dilgar are remorseless, Clark explained. If they see one of our
ships in their way they will destroy it.
Firing on an Earth vessel would be a big mistake, the senate would
have to do something. In fact it would help speed up our cause.
Clark was a little taken aback. Youre not saying we should
Sacrifice one of our own ships for politics? Brogan raised an
eyebrow. No, Commander?
Jankowski sat forward. The ship theyre sending is a heavy cruiser,
one of the best ships in the fleet. If it does run into trouble it is more
than capable of defending itself until it can open a jump point. Its
orders are to run if it comes under fire, we wont lose the ship.
And thats a military man talking. Brogan added. The ship will be
fine, but itll be a powerful message. And this is where you come in.
Okay. Clark nodded, following Brogans reasoning.
Earth force doesnt know where to send this ship, itll go to the Abbai
border but they dont know whether to operate from Brakiri or Hyach
space. They know the Dilgar will go for one or the other soon, so the
ship will go to the safer location. Brogan outlined. We need you to
make sure the Earth force ship is deployed right in front of the Dilgar
attack.
You can guess better than anyone where theyll go, and the joint
chiefs will use your report to decide where to send the ship.
Jankowski stated.
So we just want you to write your report in a way that command
sends it ship to be in the right place at the right time.
You want me to lie on an official report? Clark double checked.
It wont be a lie, just a different interpretation of the facts. Brogan
said. The bedrock of politics.
I dont know Mr Brogan, this is my career.
Call me Harry. He said. And trust me, you dont the EIA to be
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Hes right, this is the best thing. Jankowski added, the young officer
clearly in the pro intervention camp. That ship will be just fine, and in
the end itll do more good for us than harm.
Clark emptied his champagne glass, the possible consequences of this
were huge. Either the powers that be would discover he lied and sent
him to jail, or theyd guess he was incompetent and ignore him in
future. It wasnt going to be pleasant. But on the other hand Brogan
exercised a great deal of influence in just about all circles of
government, it seemed likely that Clark wouldnt be out of a job for
long.
Alright, Ill do it.
Brogan laughed jollily. Good man Morgan, now then, why dont you
tell us what happened when Durban called you into his office, we could
do with a joke!
Morgan reluctantly joined in the discussion, becoming more and more
comfortable. He didnt feel like one of the people in this room, but as
the night wore on he did actually appreciate that he had power, a
power he could use to forge the Earth Alliances future in a way that he
knew would be best. Perhaps he wasnt too different from these people
after all.
Dilgar First Strike Fleet.
Abbai home system.
Jhadur stormed down the corridor of her Dreadnought towards the
briefing room, the crew members giving her a very wide berth and
making certain they did not provide a vessel for her wrath. She was
furious, and had been for hours ever since the offensive had been
recalled and she had managed to get the fleets away from the Abbai
defense grid. The unnecessary attack had cost the Dilgar heavily and
for little strategic gain, that in alone was enough to make her angry
but the fact that the soul to blame for this was her own brother had
driven her beyond rage.
She skidded to a halt in front of the door to the room and punched the
controls, causing it to open unspeakably slowly. Boiling over with
anger she entered the room and was forced to bury down her anger, it
was no the correct time or place for an outburst. The room was filled
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started with ten including Jhadur but two had been killed in action, it
appeared recklessly charging into Abbai guns was not just a problem
for her brother.
Jhadur. One of the men nodded, female Warmasters were rather
rare in the Dilgar forces. Now we are all here we can begin.
She looked across the room to her brother, he was in dress uniform
and had a few cuts and bruises, but seemed well enough. He had been
lucky not to have died alongside thousands of his subordinates, his
ship had been crippled and left alone by the Abbai defense grid, they
were more concerned with destroying active ships than finishing off a
crippled dreadnought so ultimately Shadur had floated out of the
battlefront and had been recovered by friendly forces. Jhadurs
emotions were mixed concerning him, relief he was alive coupled with
anger that he had acted so rashly combined to make her extremely
grumpy.
The screen covering an entire wall of the briefing room came to life, it
was a direct feed to Omelos and the council of Warmasters, though at
this time only one person was in the lavish hall to speak with them,
the Supreme Warmaster himself.
What do you have to report? he asked, ignoring pleasantries.
The battle goes on, Warmaster Kedas said proudly. We have
inflicted great loss on the Abbai and maintain the pressure. Their
colony on Tavita is destroyed, and many ships have fallen to our
guns.
How long until the planet falls? Garshan asked over the link.
Soon my lord, another assault should break them.
Jhadur scoffed, shed had enough of this pompous fool. No, it will
not.
Warmaster Jhadur, I am the senior officer here and I am making this
report. Kedas growled.
What do you have to say Jhadur? the supreme Warmaster
wondered, completely ignoring protocol and the perceived slight to his
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The Abbai homeworld will not fall to a second assault, they have
constricted their defenses and improved their overlapping fire pits.
She spoke precisely, the concepts clear in her mind. They are
damaged but still supremely capable of killing our ships, we have lost
a lot of vessels lately and do not have the strength to overwhelm
them.
Is this true, Warmaster Kedas? Garshan said icily.
Yes, yes it is, we did lose many ships, but with a few more fleets we
could defeat them, I am sure of it, we are Dilgar!
Jhadur gave a withering glance to Kedas, he represented what was
wrong with the military, he didnt want to admit defeat and would keep
on trying to win in an impossible situation and in so doing get all of
their people killed. Things had to change and fast if they were going to
win this war. Frankly my lord we would need a vast force engaging
simultaneously in at least four massive strikes to overcome their
defenses. To gather that many ships we would have to strip the
strategic reserves and take fleets from the Drazi front, leaving us
badly weakened. Of course many of those ships would be lost, greatly
reducing our forces in the future campaigns.
We have no choice, Kedas replied. We cant leave this planet
active, it threatens our supply lines for fleets moving on the League.
We dont need to destroy it. Jhadur said and addressed Garshan.
The Abbai navy is decimated, all we need to do is keep them bottled
up here, leave a fleet to blockade them and then continue our drive on
the League.
Too risky. Kedas said. We must remove this obstacle.
It would take too long and jeopardize future operations. Jhadur
replied curtly. We dont have the time or resources, and plainly put
we dont have the need. Our priority is to keep our sword in the belly
of the League, if we halt to strike this world we give them time to
recover and perhaps mass a force against us. The fleet can always
destroy this world later, after the League mobile forces are destroyed.
The Abbai arent going anywhere, and they cant hurt us. Leave them.
Garshan seemed to consider both options, but Jhadur had been
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provided the blockade held the Abbai were doomed.
Very well. He said. A fleet will remain behind to guard the planet,
the other fleets will resupply and prepare for an attack on the Brakiri,
Warmaster Jhadur will clear the way.
Yes sir. She bowed, the other Warmasters followed suit but did not
seem happy. I will remove any obstacles between here and the
Brakiri border. As she recalled that amounted to three space faring
independent systems, not much of a challenge. May I suggest
assigning my Brothers fleet to guard this system.
Shadur shot her a fierce look, but said nothing.
You want to keep him out of harms way? Garshan asked.
His fleet took heavy losses and will be combat ineffective for some
time, however it will still be enough to perform blockading duties.
I will take it under advisement. The Supreme Warmaster said. You
have your orders, Warmaster Jhadur will commence operations
immediately, the rest of you will prepare your fleets for open war. The
Brakiri are more aggressive then the Abbai and almost as advanced,
they have a large and powerful fleet. It will be a very different type of
battle, plan for it.
Without a further word he ended the transmission, leaving the room to
consider their new orders. Kedas headed for the door, clearly not very
pleased. He stopped for a second next to Jhadur. You embarrassed
me. He whispered menacingly. Today you have made an enemy.
She glared at him, giving as good as she got. Dont threaten me, you
have no idea whom you are dealing with.
He held her gaze for an instant, not knowing how to react, then left
just as infuriated.
Shadur began to follow them out of the room.
Not you. Jhadur said harshly. Wait here a minute.
The other Warmasters left, some looking over their shoulders before
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You want me to guard this planet! Shadur snapped. I cant believe

you
Jhadur drew back her arm and threw a punch at her brother,
connecting with his left side on his jaw and knocking his head round.
He staggered back more shocked then hurt and stared aghast at
Jhadur.
What the hell were you thinking! she roared, her face growing red in
rage. I told you to fall back!
The Dilgar do not retreat. He said coldly but evenly. I am a
Warmaster now, I have standards.
You complete idiot! She answered. Since when did you get so
stupid?
Since when did you become such a coward?
She swung her fist again, but this time Shadur stopped her.
How dare you call me coward! she spat. When is protecting our
ships from gross stupidity cowardice?
The Dilgar will either live as conquerors or die fighting, we have no
other fate. Shadur said calmly. It is no shame to die in battle.
No it isnt, but it is the worst possible thing you could do. She
sighed. If you want to throw away your own life, fine, but you
managed to take four hundred and sixty ships with you, with a similar
number damaged. Thats nearly a thousand ships that wont be able to
fight against the Brakiri with us. They were lost for nothing and causes
us immense problems in the future, all because you wanted to prove
yourself as a Warmaster.
You dont know what its like, I have to prove I can do this. Shadur
emphasized. I have to show that I am not just your brother!
Well so far youve only shown your complete inexperience. It was a
mistake to give you a fleet so soon.
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Thats exactly what Im saying. She answered calmly. Your

decisions are based on emotion, not rational thought. You want to
make a name for yourself and take your place among the great
leaders of our people, but you never will because you dont use your
head!
I just want to make everyone proud of me. Shadur said softly. You
included.
Then dont do this. She smiled. Dont go around trying to be like the
other Warmasters, trust me if we ever run into a real opponent theyll
be dead in the first minutes of a battle. You are smarter than them,
have the confidence to fight on your own terms.
I thought I was doing the right thing. He said. An example to
follow.
You were brave, no one can doubt that, but you must learn control.
Jhadur smiled again. Use this time away from battle to learn the real
way to fight wars. This war wont be won or lost on the battlefront, but
in the planning and preparation stage, something you missed. We
must pick our enemies carefully, exploit their weaknesses and be
smart. Also, never lead from the front.
I just want to do the right thing.
Then listen to me and obey, Jhadur said confidently. Otherwise
youll get yourself and a lot of others killed for no reason. Never forget
that your main responsibility is to your followers. Now go on, and dont
make me beat the stupidity out of you again because you know you
cant take me.
Shadur laughed. You were a vicious fighter. He suddenly came over
quiet. Those that died in the attack, that followed my orders
What? his sister frowned.
Do you believe in ghosts?
Now you are being stupid, theres no such thing. Dead is dead. Now
go, see to the repairs on your ship.
He left with a smile, and when he was gone Jhadur sat on the table
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soldier. His appointment to the rank of Warmaster was political, his

actions at Utriel had made him famous and it was expected that
Jhadur would keep a tight rein on him so he didnt cause any trouble.
She had failed in that task, and over four hundred ships had paid for
it. He was no frontline commander, and after that performance any
other Warmaster would have been executed, it seemed the family
name and the Supreme Warmasters patronage helped them a lot.
However if it happened again, nothing would save him from justice,
Jhadur had to make sure that when he went into battle a third time he
was ready for it.
But first she had her own concerns, the rapid conquest of the worlds
between the Abbai and Brakiri borders. They had been able to pass off
the attacks on Alaca and Balos as retaliation for border raids, and even
the fall of the Abbai and mass destruction of Drazi forces hadnt
caused the League to react, it was amazing to her that they could still
not appreciate the threat they were under. When the Brakiri came
under attack though, an empire with no links to the Dilgar, then it was
likely they would finally understand what was happening, so she would
have to move fast.
Captain Anjash? she spoke into a nearby comms panel.
Yes Warmaster.
Assemble the fleet, well resupply and prepare to deploy towards
Brakiri space. Well be acquiring a base of operations to prepare for a
full invasion.
Yes Warmaster, where is our target?
Jhadur thought for a while, thinking of which world would be best
suited to deploy fleets through and set up a supply line. Tirrith. She
decided upon. Well cleanse the rest. We leave when were resupplied,
no time to waste.
She allowed a small smile, within the week her fleet would be back in
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Chapter 14
Earth Alliance Cruiser Persephone
Altair Sector
After successfully refueling Captain DeVierre had set up a standard
patrol pattern covering the Earth/Markab border designed to take in all
the major shipping routes and unclaimed worlds to make sure
everything was as it should be. The Markab themselves were friends of
Earth, so DeVierre had no fears of being attacked by skirmishing
Markab cruisers, but there was always the threat of Raiders, especially
as the Markab were importing a lot more resources and refined
materials presumably to build up their military fleet. The Dilgar
invasion had ironically been really good for business within the Earth
Alliance, with near constant shipments of weapons parts and heavy
metals designed for armoring ships. Naturally enough the increased
trade and types of cargo had let to a lot of interested from the Raider
community prompting extended deployments for EA units in the area
to maintain security.
Scopes are clear Captain. Commander Philips intoned from her post
at the front of the bridge. No activity.
Bon. He nodded cheerily Set us up for our next waypoint, prepare
jump engines.
The helm station beside Commander Philips moved the ship around,
turning its nose to point along the Markab border.
Jump engines charged, were locked on Markab beacon 43212, ready
to proceed. Philips reported professionally, over two years of service
allowing her to handle the potentially dangerous hyperspace jump with
confident ease.
Initiate Jump. DeVierre commanded, hed made thousands of jumps
in his career, but the moment of transition still held a certain anxiety
for him, it was the most fraught time for a ship apart from actual
combat, and although accidents were very rare they could still happen.
The vortex opened, bathing the ship in gold light. It cruised gently into
the maw before accelerating into hyperspace and finding itself
engulfed in the red energy and gravity of the alternate realm itself.
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hyperspace at the same time a Centauri freighter was passing by and

colliding with it, the explosion was amplified in hyperspace and both
ships were utterly destroyed, and since then hed had a recurring
dream about the same thing happening to his cruiser.
All systems normal Captain. Philips knew of her Captains phobia, he
had shared it with her long ago and she had been touched to be taken
into his confidence. A Captain and First officer tended to have a close
working relationship, but DeVierre had also been a good friend on top
of that and it was something the other officers and crew felt. They
didnt just like the Captain, they also respected him and were damn
proud to serve him, and that pride made the Persephone a terror
during wargames, she hadnt lost a fight yet.
Captain, message from Earth Force command, Ultra Violet priority.
The ships communication officer piped up with some surprise, an Ultra
Violet level message was the highest priority in Earth Force, in the
ships entire twenty year commission this was the third such message
it had received. The last time was ordering the ship to respond to a
Narn incursion, and the time before that was to rescue a crippled
passenger liner. Generally speaking they were not heralds of good
news.
Ill take it in the office. DeVierre said, unstrapping himself from his
seat and lifting up. He pushed away and floated carefully down the
corridor at the rear of the bridge, the air doors sealing behind him. He
took a quick turn into the next compartment and arrived at his
quarters which doubled as his day cabin. They were unsurprisingly
small and sparse, but considered luxurious compared to the facilities
on other Earth vessels. He settled on his bed beside the desk and
tabletop screen which took up a quarter of his space, and activated the
coded message.
He was taken aback to see General Denisov at the other end of the
line, the Joint Chief never spoke directly to lowly Captains, this breach
of protocol instantly put him on edge.
General sir. He said by way of greeting.
Captain DeVierre, I have new orders for you direct from the
President. The Ukrainian said. Due to the sensitive nature of these
orders I am delivering them personally.
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You will leave this patrol sector and head immediately for League
space, specifically the Tirrith system. Once there you will drop off
some basic food and medical supplies from your stores, we understand
you are fully stocked for a three month cruise, our intention is to have
you home in one month so you can spare some for the refugees. That
is your cover for being there.
Cover sir? DeVierre frowned.
Your actual mission is to survey the Dilgar attack on the Hyach, Intel
says itll happen in the next week or so and forces are already
massing. Gather as much as you can on their tactics and capabilities.
This is pure intelligence gathering.
I see sir, what if the Dilgar take exception to us spying on them?
You will exit the area at full speed. If they even look at you funny you
will run, is that clear?
As a bell General.
We will avoid an interstellar incident at all costs, do not engage Dilgar
ships unless you have no choice, and only then you should engage
only as long as it takes to escape. The General sighed perceptibly,
hed never admit it but DeVierre sensed Denisov was not happy about
this mission. Im sending you a series of locations for you to
investigate, move to each one in turn over the next few weeks. Take
care of this and Ill make sure your crew has special extended leave
for Christmas.
That will be most welcome sir.
I dont need to tell you how delicate this is, its a political mission but
it can yield valuable results for our forces. Use caution and your best
judgment Captain, dont risk your crew for this.
Ill take care of things General, we will not disappoint.
Excellent Captain, I knew I had the right man for the job. Ive sent
the Calypso to relieve your border patrol, when she shows up depart
at once for Tirrith.
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Denisov nodded. Good luck Captain, and stay safe.
The transmission ended, leaving DeVierre with a weak feeling in his
stomach. He had no doubts his ship and crew were up to the mission,
they had performed well in exercises and one or two fights with
Raiders, but he still felt some concern about putting his ship in harms
way so far from home.
Commander Philips. He activated his link attached to the back of his
hand. We have new orders.
Tirrith Independent Star System.
League of Non Aligned space.
November 2230
The local space was extremely busy, literally hundreds of ships were
crowded around the main planet and home of the Tirrithans seeking
fuel or shelter. Most of the ships were civilian freighters and almost
every one of them had brought refugees from Abbai space fleeing the
destruction the Dilgar had brought with them. Most were from the lost
colony of Utriel, but some had come from the home system itself. The
Tirrithan navy, mostly patrol ships and light destroyers purchased from
their neighbors, was been kept busy regulating the traffic, but lurking
around the system were some far larger and more formidable
warships.
Paul Calendar had spotted at least four different races had sent
warships to this system, the biggest contingent was a full Brakiri battle
group of heavy Cruisers with their distinctive tall fins and green and
yellow color scheme, but for Paul the most interesting sight was a
Centauri battle cruiser staying separate from the other traffic.
Weve got permission to stay. TKoth reported after translating the
ground control message.
Good thing, Jors spoke lowly. Because we havent the fuel to go
anywhere else.
The Space Race had seen more than its fair share of near scrapes in
the last few weeks and was decidedly worse for wear, the ship needed
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had time to pull up and tend its wounds. The Dilgar forces had rolled
up the Abbai in a shockingly quick time, and Paul was hoping theyd
take some time before moving on, time enough for them to fix their
ship and get home.
Alright Jors, bring us to a relative halt. Paul said. Then get some
rest.
Are you sure Captain? Toby chipped in. I mean we should really
start work.
Wiring up the power grid is a complicated job, Paul said calmly, he
himself was feeling exhausted. Id rather have Jors and Jenny well
rested before they tackle it.
We can make a start anytime. The large pilot said. But we still need
a few components.
Ill talk to the Tirrithans, see what they have. Paul said. Want to join
me TKoth?
Of course. The Narn grinned. Id be glad to stretch my legs.
Alright, go get the shuttle fired up. Paul ordered. Jors, get some
sleep, Jenny is already asleep, and Toby, Paul fixed him with a
serious stare. That leaves you in charge of the ship, you think you
can handle it?
Yeah, I think so. Toby nodded. You can trust me.
Okay, watch the sensors and listen in on the comms chatter, you hear
anything about Dilgar coming here, beep me.
Got it. Toby grinned, quite pleased at the new responsibility.
Paul smiled and gave him a pat on the shoulder. Take it easy. He
said, then scuttled off toward the shuttle bay.
Paul and TKoth chose the spaceport orbiting Tirrith as their most likely
place to find the parts they needed. It was an unremarkable type of
station resembling a giant disc slowly spinning to provide gravity for
its occupants. It had little in the way of defensive armaments and
seemed a purely civilian structure, in fact as the shuttle made its
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orbital defense satellite or evidence of a minefield. After the massively

imposing defenses hed seen in Abbai space Tirrith seemed dreadfully
vulnerable, especially as it had no exceptional warships.
He brought the battered and well used shuttle into the stations main
bay and let the automated docking controls take over. It was a basic
Earth Alliance atmospheric design capable of hauling passengers or a
few tons of cargo if need be. Usually the Space Race collected cargo
directly from orbital facilities like this and so had no need to go and
pick up cargo from the surface therefore the shuttle was used mostly
for crew transfer. It was dragged into an alcove and heavy doors
sealed shut behind it forming an airtight seal against the unpressurized
main docking bay. Within a minute the atmosphere was a breathable
oxygen and nitrogen mix, and it became safe for them to exit the
shuttle.
Most of these people will speak Abbai or Brakiri. TKoth said as he
walked powerfully down the steps to the deck. They probably wont
know much English, except the Brakiri, most of them consider it a
second language.
The relationship between the Brakiri and humanity was an odd one,
the Brakiri had long ago discovered radio signals transmitted from
Earth from the twentieth century onwards, including a wealth of
television programmers which served to inspire many aspects of
Brakiri culture, some in a positive way, others perhaps less so. It
meant that when Earth finally entered the galactic scene the Brakiri
greeted them in English wearing smart business suits and immediately
had a list of items theyd like to trade. Since then Earth and Brakos
had kept a fairly cordial relationship and most Brakiri could converse
quite easily with English speakers.
The pair exited the landing bay, and were struck by how busy the
station was. The corridor they stepped into was filled with people,
some rushing about but many just sat down beside the walls huddled
with their possessions. He noted that most were Abbai, though there
was a tremendous diversity of life here in this one place.
Lets head towards the traders stalls. TKoth said. Oh, and watch
your wallet.
It took them longer than expected to head out towards the outer rim
of the station where most of the various businesses had set up, mainly
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market space, a large corridor running around the station in one long
circular corridor, large windows rose on either side of them giving an
amazing view of space or the planet below depending on your side.
Along the corridor were numerous shops and businesses set up in
structures jutting from te walls on both sides and various market stalls
selling trinkets arranged in the open paces along the walkway, all of
which was as heavily crowded as the rest of the station.
There he is! TKoth announced triumphantly. Demins spares, hes
the best dealer in the system.
Paul hadnt heard of him, but somehow TKoth had managed to garner
contacts in every free port across the League. It was no secret most
League races feared and distrusted the Narn regime, but despite this
TKoth seemed to have forged a good working relationship with traders
and information brokers, it was quite a rare gift on his part. Demins
store was little more than a small room, clearly just an outlet to take
orders and arrange payment, his actual wares were likely located
down on the planet. The owner himself was a fairly short humanoid
with dark skin and prominent facial ridges around the eyes, marking
him as a native of Tirrith.
Well, TKoth. He chuckled. Good to see you passing by again! Must
have been a year at least!
Demin, still selling that knocked off junk you call premium starship
parts? TKoth joked, breaking into a wide smile. Its been too long,
but we have some business.
Always the same with you, business first eh? Demin nodded. What
can I do for you?
Paul took a few steps back as the two aliens began talking business in
the Abbai language. Hed picked up enough of the language during his
year working out of Ssumssha to follow the gist of what they were
saying, trying to find out if Demin had some specific parts in his stock
and haggling a price for them. TKoth was a master negotiator, so Paul
left hi to it, walking to the shops doorway and taking a look out of the
massive windows to his left.
The area immediately outside the station was buzzing with traffic,
various models of shuttle and light freighter fluttered back and forth
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distances across space it was usually rare to see more than a handful
of ships within sight of each other, but here Paul could see literally
hundreds of ships massed together in a chaotic holding pattern, most
of them seemed to be sending shuttles down to the surface to unload
refugees from the invasion. The situation on the planet must have
been growing ever more dire as more refugees arrived, the necessary
food and medical shipments would put strain on the Tirrith
government and it seemed like none of the other League powers were
providing help, most of the Warships were staying away from the
refugee convoys and seemed to be covering an evacuation of their
own citizens.
Paul. TKoth said quietly from beside him. Ive managed to cut us a
deal, Demin for all his skill is still a little cheat, and it cost us more
than it should, but we have the power regulators, well pick them up
from the planet at anytime.
Nice work. Paul smiled and congratulated his friend. Okay, well
head back, get Jors and then head down for the gear. Perhaps then we
can finally make for home. Hows fuel?
Hell provide that too. TKoth grinned. Were all set up.
Youre a miracle worker, now lets get the out of here, this place
makes me uncomfortable.
It wasnt anything he could put his finger on, just a general sense of
unease that permeated the atmosphere. Paul guessed he was sensing
the fear and panic of the crowd that was fleeing the Dilgar, a steadily
growing panic as people realized they werent safe here and would
probably have to start running again soon. The thing that made it
more disturbing is that Paul believed they were right, and he was
doing the exact same thing himself. Tirrith wasnt safe for them, it
would take only a tiny fraction of the Ssumssha offence force to
conquer this world, and when that happened the lives of the
population wouldnt be worth living.
EAS Persephone
I enjoy space travel. Alfredo Garibaldi said loudly, his squad mates
listening in. I like being weightless even though many guys throw up
because of it, I like seeing new places, I like the whole package of
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Except ghosts. Tucker chipped in.

Except ghosts or Angels. Garibaldi corrected, hed told his closest
buddies about his experience out on the hull and theyd called it a
hallucination, though Garibaldi himself still believed it was an
unexplained wonder. But do you know why I didnt join the navy? he
held up a plastic bag pierced by a straw and filled with some dull
colored paste. This. I mean what the hell is this meant to be?
Lunch. Bugs replied. Technically Chicken.
Really, because I dont remember chicken being paste. Garibaldi
snapped. The food in space utterly sucks.
Yeah, thats why it has a straw. Tucker guffawed at his own joke,
then took a slurp of his chow. Tastes okay.
Youre a cockney. Garibaldi pointed out. Jellied eels are your local
delicacy! But this my friend, is not food.
Here we go. Bugs rolled his eyes. Lecture time.
Real food comes from Italy. Garibaldi said, it almost seemed like his
eyes were misting. It actually tastes like something, and it takes
effort to make, you get out what you put in.
Freddy here is a bit of a chef. Bugs explained for the benefit of the
new troops in the unit, Private Large Turnbow and Private Dorothy
Hips Harlow. He cooks as good as he eats.
Used to work in a top restaurant back in New York. Tucker added.
Got good reviews.
So what happened? Large asked in a deep baritone.
There was some out of date food, a few rats, couple of lawsuits.
Garibaldi shrugged. Not pretty. I tried to be a cop, then a chef, then a
soldier.
And hes still trying on that last one! Bugs laughed, prompting smiles
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When we get back to Mars Im going to cook up the best meal you
can imagine, a welcome home dish for the platoon. Garibaldi nodded
with a grin. Yeah, itll be something to celebrate.
I hear that. Bugs agreed.
Now hear this. The ships speakers buzzed into life. Marine
detachment to the armory.
Marines? Tucker frowned. We aint Marines, hell every time I get
called a Marine I think I lose ten IQ points.
Guess that explains a lot then. Garibaldi grinned. Come on, lets
make a move. You all know the way by now.
Captain DeVierre noted the beacon signal strengthening as the ship
covered the final stretch of hyperspace to the Tirrith gate. He radiated
an aura of calm that filled the bridge, recognizing that his crew were
likely on edge at being so close to a warzone and that despite their
training they were still going to be apprehensive. He guessed that it
wasnt the prospect of meeting an enemy ship which had created such
tension, but meeting the refugees fleeing the invasion. What little intel
they had spoke of massive destruction and unrestricted bombardment
of civilian targets, and the reality of that was going to be hard for the
crew to comprehend. It was hard enough for DeVierre himself.
Almost at the beacon sir. Commander Philips mentioned, her voice
flat.
Very well, sound general quarters and be ready. It was DeVierres
standard policy to have the crew at combat stations before returning
to normal space, the precaution had never been needed but this could
be the time they arrived in normal space and found themselves
dumped into a battle.
Alarms rang through the ship and the bridge systems went from
passive to active, weapons readiness lights blinked on and tracking
systems gathered life. His troops were already getting themselves
arrayed in battlegear and within two minutes the ship was fully sealed
up at action stations.
Weapons batteries report ready. Philips read out. Defense grid
armed and ready, Interceptors set for defensive fire, and hanger deck
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Excellent. The Captain complimented, felling familiar pride for his

crew. As soon as we transition to normal space launch a pair of Furies
to cover us, keep the rest of the flight on ready alert. He took a deep
breath, no more delays. Activate jump engines.
Listen up Platoon. Lieutenant Sanchez raised his voice above the
sounds of equipment clattering as his soldiers strapped on their gear.
We have new orders from the top, were going to be delivering some
aid and rations to help with the refugee crisis developing on the planet
Tirith. It wont be a lot but it will be welcomed by those fleeing the
Dilgar invasion which I am sure you are all well aware of.
Garibaldi paused for a while as he checked the sharpness on his
combat knife, the news had been full of reports from the front lines
which were sensational but not very revealing, a report from the EIA
which was circulating was almost equally vague. All they really knew
was that the Dilgar were skilled and merciless, and it was smart to get
out of their way.
Which means, Sanchez continued, We will be going planet side, a
nice chance to stretch your legs and feel some weight on your feet.
There were a few jaunty cheers. All told twenty two men and women
would be hitting the ground with Red Platoon, it was a basic Earth
force formation, with one or two variations but basically a fair example
of an Earth force military unit. In addition to the soldiers the Platoon
also carried a pair of sentry guns, automated PPG support guns
controlled remotely from the Platoon command post or set to
automatic tracking and firing and very effective in defense. The
platoon also had a sniper, in this case Private Harlow, who was hauling
a long barreled .50 cal rifle firing old fashioned solid metal bullets. The
weapon benefited from the latest in recoil management technology
allowing exceptional accuracy and making it manageable for any
soldier to use if they had a keen eye, even the five foot two Private
Harlow.
So, full planetary gear including rebreathers and rations. Sanchez
ordered. Arm and leg armor is optional, but nothing else is. Full packs
and sacks.
Garibaldi hauled on his full combat harness with its multitude of
pouches and loops, and over that pulled on his rebreather. The large
metal box sat squarely on his back with its plain green and grey
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had used this new kit on deployment yet but during the long hours on
the Persephone they had managed to personalize the gear. For
Garibaldi that had meant painting a screeching image of Daffy Duck on
the back of the unit, small enough to be covered by his pack which
was worn over the top of the rebreather, but still a clear statement of
his individuality. Bugs had, predictably, Bugs bunny, while Tucker had
a staunch looking Bulldog. Earth Force regulations were fairly
ambiguous on the subject of artwork on equipment and it was left to
local commanders, the Regiment C.O for his part was happy to allow it
for troops on garrison duty or exercise, but insisted it be removed for
troops on active deployment. As they were ship based Sanchez had
not ordered the gear to be left plain, he himself had a Mexican Eagle
grasping a snake on his gear.
Sanchez waited for the last man to strap on his helmet, then placed
his own firmly on his head. Okay Platoon, lead the way.
Sergeant Sosobowski was the first out. Move to the shuttle bay, use
the ropes to keep you from floating away. Quicker!
Garibaldi banged and bumped his way down the cool corridors of the
ship, he noticed that whenever there was an alert the air was cooler,
probably to keep the intensely focused crew from worrying about
sweating under the stress of the scenario. If they were in the path of a
Dilgar attack it would probably be quite unnerving for the ships officers
and crew, though at least they werent heading down to the planet
below. With a sudden chill in his spine, Garibaldi had a premonition of
being trapped on Tirith in the middle of a full scale landing. It was not
a happy thought.
Harpy two, fuelled up and ready to go.
Harpy leader, fuelled up and ready.
Lieutenant Maximillian Scherer braced himself in his restraints for the
inevitable kick, most Fury pilots werent big fans of launching but
Scherer secretly enjoyed it, the quick kick of acceleration like a theme
ground ride.
Understood Harpy flight, launch sequence initiated. The cool tones of
Commander Philips informed. A series of electronic pips sounded in his
helmet speakers, and after three of the quick beeps the hangar doors
cranked open. Dark red light within the bay was banished in the bright
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shield his vision. As far as he was concerned this was the best job ever
invented. He was snapped back in his cockpit as the magnetic catapult
tossed the fighter through the bay door and out into open space, the
acceleration was brief but telling as his blood flowed faster through his
arteries, he restrained a shout of joy and instead settled on a wide
grin. He flexed his fingers and took control of the fighters controls, a
highly intuitive mix of physical controls, helmet displays and voice
controls.
Harpy flight, be aware we have a shuttle launching soon. Philips
spoke again on the head set. Escort it to the planet, then assume
standard patrol pattern.
Roger that control. Lieutenant Commander Freeman replied, the
senior pilot among the Persephones aerospace wing. Okay Max, form
on my position.
Harpy flight was using Earth Forces mainline fighter craft, the Tiger
class Starfury which was considered by anyone who had trained
against them to be one of the more exceptional little ships in service
with any of the space faring races of the galaxy. After first contact the
Earth Alliance had quickly realized their Gamma and Delta class
fighters werent going to cut it against the advanced alien designs and
an entirely new concept in fighter design was needed discarding the
age old design practices prevalent in fighters which had their roots in
the earliest aircraft from Earths past.
The Aegis program basically threw out the traditional practice of
building fighters and created the first Starfury just in time to fight in a
series of border skirmishes with the Chlonas empire where the radical
early craft proved tremendously capable and surprised even their
designers. The Tiger was the third generation of Starfury, and
represented a far superior craft to the earlier models and was the
match of most anything in the League or the Narn and Centauri forces.
The Tiger fury had the same upright cockpit of the earliest Starfury
designed to help the pilot better cope with G-forces, the top
generation flight suit giving the average pilot a tolerance of over
twenty Gs in normal conditions. Two powerful thrusters were mounted
on the centerline extending behind the cockpit and ending in large
steering vanes looking like metallic petals surrounding the engine
nozzle, each vane projecting a magnetic field to help vector the ion
stream from the main engines. However the biggest innovation in this
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sprouting from the main body each wing held a secondary thrusters
assembly on its tip where the secret of the fighters success lay. The
Thrusters were mounted much further away from the Furies centre of
gravity than any League fighter, and this gave it more leverage when
acting to turn or spin the fighter making it the most agile fighter in
service, with only the Dilgar Thorun a possible contender.
Another major advantage the Earth Alliance had was firepower,
managing to somehow provide a pair of powerful plasma pulse
cannons for the little fighter which gave it a punch much tougher than
an unwary opponent would expect. The fighter also had options to
take missiles on its lower wings, though in the field such weapons
were rarely carried. Max was confident that if trouble should show up
his fighter would keep him safe and ready for payback, but for all its
abilities the Tiger was already outdated. Before leaving Max had
managed to get a look at the specifications for the Alliances brand
new class of Starfury, the Nova. It was probably the most radical
design since the original Furies of the last century, and the
performance characteristics had made him green with envy. They were
still few and far between, most ending up on Dreadnoughts and
flagships first while the bulk of Earth Force kept its Tigers for a while
longer.
Max turned the controls, the fighter spinning of all three axis as it
came around and fell in beside the squadron leader.
Max. Freeman said.
Yes sir?
Stop showing off Max.
Max grinned again, he couldnt help himself. Yes sir.
The shuttle was distinctly cramped, especially for troops in full combat
gear and Garibaldi cracked his elbow on the door frame as he entered
the vehicle, forcing a curse from him. Embarking in zero gravity was
not unlike getting a square peg into a round hole, and Garibaldi was
not the only one to end up with bruises in the process. He could have
sworn he heard titters and giggles from the flight crew at the shuttles
head.
Get in your crash seats. Sanchez was the last onboard, moving
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Strap yourselves in good and tight, Captain DeVierre has decided we

should treat this like an exercise, we will therefore be practicing a full
combat drop.
The Platoon groaned, no one was looking forward to one of those.
I knew youd like it. Sanchez grinned. Sergeants, check your squads
restraints, we dont want anyone escaping while were dropping at ten
Gs
A combat drop was a very intense experience, in order to get the
shuttle from orbit to ground as quickly as possible the craft did not
simply glide down from orbit, rather it dropped its nose to the ground
and burned its main engines physically racing for the surface, at the
last possible moment pulling up and leveling off in the low
atmosphere, sometimes at less than a thousand feet above ground.
There was a saying that every drop left you two inches shorter, and
that the first experiments with orbital insertions had caused the
unfortunate crews to break every bone in their bodies. Garibaldi didnt
really believe those stories, this would be his third high speed drop
and while he didnt relish the experience it was at least over quickly.
Sosobowski tugged on his restraints, then took the seat opposite.
Once again Garibaldi was close to the cockpit with a reasonable view
outside though for the drop itself he wouldnt have anything to focus
on. Sanchez took the seat beside him and nearest the cockpit and
nodded to the flight crew, who went into final pre launch checks.
Private Garibaldi, Sanchez said. As I understand it its your turn for
the in flight entertainment.
Sanchez had allowed members of the Platoon to select a piece of
music for the unit to listen to whenever it was setting off on a mission,
the last time Private Tucker had picked the classical Ride of the
Valkyries for their drop during the most recent exercise, and a trooper
from second squad had picked a recent pop hit the time before that,
which had resulted in him buying a round of drinks to drown the
shame. Garibaldi had needed to pick a couple of decent songs, and as
a connoisseur of all things twentieth century he reckoned he had the
perfect tunes.
Ready when you are sir. He thumbed on his helmets data storage
system, usually it held orders, maps and other intel downloaded from
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songs. It would be transmitted to the Platoons headphones within their

helmets, though if like Sergeant Sosobowski anyone disapproved they
could simply turn to a different channel, though most of the unit were
curious to see what ended up being picked.
Alright Gropos, the pilot called back. Were on our way.
The shuttle dropped from the hanger bay, a separate location to the
fighter racks but in the same approximate area of the ship. They were
traveling in a Hades class assault shuttle, a slightly stretched version
of the standard atmospheric shuttle and outwardly very similar,
though it had additional armor for protection and a plasma pulse
cannon similar to a Starfurys main armament. It adjusted course
slightly, then began its journey to the planet.
Alright Private, lets hear it. Sanchez smiled, knowing the penalty for
a poor song was a round of drinks when they got home.
Garibaldi activated the feed, and straight away a loud guitar rock song
with a decent beat began playing on the headsets.
What did you pick? Sanchez wondered. I havent heard this before.
Its from the 1960s, Garibaldi answered. Jefferson Airplane, called
Somebody to Love, from the old United States.
Pretty good Private. He found himself tapping along to the beat.
Wait until you hear the next one sir, called Paint it black from the
same era. Garibaldi smiled. Thought it was appropriate."
Garibaldi settled back, from the cockpit window he saw a pair of Furies
from the Persephone take escorting positions along side and in the far
distance watched a cluster of brightly colored ships orbiting the planet.
He took a few breathes and mentally prepared himself for the drop
itself, taking a moment to revel in the old music and think a few happy
thoughts of home and family, the song bringing up more than a few
memories itself of childhood afternoons listening to the classics station
on local radio in Boston.
Two minutes. The pilot informed them from the comfort of his G suit.
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unappealing pouches of nutrition they had consumed just a few
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Chapter 15
Dilgar first Strike fleet, Hyperspace.
We divide, we conquer. Jhadur shrugged. It is that simple.
Captain Anjash gave her a quizzical look. That is your plan
Warmaster, four words?
Why not, not every battle plan has to be written in volumes, the
simple plans are often the best. Jhadur smiled thinly. The Brakiri are
an interesting foe, they are skilled, they have ships and forces well
balanced for offence or defense. They are well skilled and motivated,
and ton for ton their ships are tougher than ours. Fighting the Brakiri
should be our greatest challenge, but it wont be. You know why?
Divide and conquer.
Anjash sat back, staring across the table at the Warmaster. They were
technically off duty but Anjash had been intrigued to know whether or
not Jhadur had laid plans to take the war to the Brakiri, her answer
had been fairly unexpected.
I dont fully understand Maam.
Its simple, their weakness is not in their ships or tactics, but in their
culture. Jhadur said. Most Warmasters did not deign to talk to
subordinates, let alone make casual conversation about their future
battle plans, but Jhadur was different and it was important to her to
make sure her officers had a bond with each other and with her to
guarantee their loyalty and willingness to obey seemingly random
orders based on no more than faith. For Jhadur it was like being a
teacher, thou her brother joked that she just liked the sound of her
own voice.
Brakiri society is based on corporations, their government and
military is owned by various companies each more concerned with
their own profits than they are with working together. There is
jealousy, there is rivalry, there is betrayal. Its all very delicious.
Jhadur grinned. We will exploit these divisions in our attack, we make
sure that they are so busy confronting each other they do not confront
us until it is too late.
You want to try and sow some discord before we arrive? Anjash
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There are two main companies handling Brakiri defense, Ak Habil

builds and operates the main Brakiri ships of the line while Ly Nakir
handles carriers and Fighters. Together they form a well rounded
combat group, but separated they are meat for the wolves. I will leak
evidence that one of the companies is in league with us, that they are
collaborating in exchange for profit. It should divide them at this
crucial moment before we attack and mean their planning of a defense
is incomplete when we arrive.
It will be hard to make them believe us, what about evidence?
As a matter of fact it will be very easy, in the past they have openly
fired on rival companies for far lesser reasons. All we need to do is
prevent them working out a joint fleet plan, then we can pick off their
capital ships with fighter waves and destroy their carriers with our
cruisers. All too easy.
And if it doesnt work? Anjash asked.
If it doesnt work we do it the old fashioned way. We outnumber and
out gun them, and while they have better weapons on their ships our
hulls pack more onto them. The advantage lies with us, not the
Brakiri.
A beep signaled there was an incoming message.
Go ahead. Jhadur instructed.
Warmaster, our scout force has reached Tirrith. A bridge officer
reported.
Understood, send the go orders. They will scan the area, send back
data and then disrupt enemy movements until the main force arrives.
Very well Warmaster.
Jhadur relaxed again. We need Tirrith as a base, its at a vital
strategic hub and makes an excellent jumping off point for future
attacks. The Brakiri are the last of the major League powers
unengaged, the Hyach are formidable and the Markab fierce fighters,
but the Brakiri have the biggest economy in the League, and if we can
destroy them it is only a matter of cleaning up. Nothing and no one
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Tirrith, Independent Star System

Garibaldi was quite sure his heart had exploded. The atmospheric drop
had been the worst one yet, the shuttles pilot clearly not very
experienced at this particular maneuver had pushed it a little too hard
and given his passengers a stern shot of gravity which none of them
would forget in a hurry. Even the usually calm Lieutenant Sanchez was
looking annoyed. As his senses returned Garibaldi became aware of
clouds outside the cockpit and a deep blue sky, it was a hugely
welcome sight.
Listen up. Sanchez croaked, he coughed a little and then spoke
clearer, his voice carried from helmet to helmet. Were putting down
on the edge of a refugee camp. Deploy by the numbers, secure a
perimeter around the shuttle and get a snap shot of the land. Once
were done first squad sets up the command post and sentry guns
while second covers, then second unloads the cargo while first squad
covers. Only when everything is set up do we start handing out
supplies. Any questions?
There was no response, it all seemed nice and simple and fitted well
with their training.
This is real. Sanchez said. We dont know how the natives will react
so keep your act tight, they are friendly to us but desperate times
make people do stupid things, so keep yourselves alert and cool.
Garibaldi felt G forces again, this time tugging him forward indicating
the shuttle was slowing.
Alright straps off. The Lieutenant led by example, taking off his seat
restraints and grabbing onto handles overhead. The Platoon did the
same thing, checked their equipment and their uniform seals, then
powered up their combat sensors and dropped their helmet visors
down. The shuttle perceptible rocked as its vertical thrusters engaged,
and Garibaldis stomach lifted as if he was on a rapidly dropping
elevator, which was essentially true.
Remember your training. Sanchez reminded them. Watch for
trouble, and watch for your squad mates.
The shuttle touched down with remarkable gentleness, especially
considering the pilots less than impressive drop into the atmosphere.
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Platoon raced out of the shuttle two at a time, splitting up and running
a dozen yards before dropping to their knees and scanning for targets.
Every member of the Platoon made it out flawlessly and created a
loose circle around the shuttle, finding no obstruction or hindrance to
their deployment.
Were clear! Sergeant Sosobowski stated. Area secure.
Upon confirmation the shuttle switched off its engines and popped
open its cargo doors and exposed the mobile command post gear and
a few tons of food and supplies concealed within. Sanchez moved off
to try and find who was in charge of the camp while first squad began
to unload the vehicle.
The camp was in a few large meadows of lush green grass, now mainly
covered in tents and simple shelters filled predominantly with Abbai
refugees and a number of small ships and shuttle craft they had used
to arrive here. There was a constant droning noise as more ships
passed over carrying further refugees to the growing camp, and there
would be an occasional fighter patrol fly overhead from the local
military base. It looked decidedly rushed, and the lack of a strong
Tirrithan presence seemed to underline how unprepared the planet
was, Garibaldi was more convinced than ever that they were doing
good, but hed still have preferred to be elsewhere. He banished such
pointless anxieties, and instead focused on setting up the Command
post a few hundred yards from the shuttle, taking the impressive
communications gear and sentry guns in their packing cases with the
rest of the squad under Sosobowskis watch.
Freighter Space Race
Well thats pretty cool. Paul grinned. When did it get here?
About ten minutes ago. Toby said While you were heading back
from the station, did you get the parts by the way?
Yeah, well take Jors planet side to pick them up, make sure theyre
the genuine article. Paul replied, still more focused on the sensor
readings. An Earth force cruiser, theres a sight for sore eyes.
Shes the Persephone. Jenny had joined them when news of the
arrival had gone around, it had generated much interest in the alien
ships covering the evacuation of their citizens from Tirrith. She sent a
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traffic control and then parked just over there, far enough away to
keep a discreet presence.
The planet was turning into a cross section of the galaxies naval
forces, the addition of the Earth force ship meant only two races didnt
have ships orbiting Tirrith, the Narns and the Dilgar. Paul believed
neither group would be welcomed here, but the issue was whether or
not the warships would actually do anything if trouble showed up.
Think we should say hi? Toby asked. Let them know theres an
Earth ship here?
Nah, let them do their job. Paul answered. If trouble breaks out
well move closer to it, Id feel better sheltering behind an Earth
cruiser than I would behind a League ship.
Theyve probably already read our transponder. Jenny stated. They
know were here.
Out there. TKoth suddenly entered the conversation. Thats got to
be our fuel.
Paul squinted and saw a tanker ship heading their way, a series of long
pressurized tanks running along its narrow hull marked with bright
warnings, which he guessed would also attract every malicious Dilgar
pilot for miles around if it came to a fight. He buried the thought deep
down and kept his mind on the facts, not speculation. With luck theyd
be gone within a day.
TKoth, ask them to come along side and begin transfer immediately,
meanwhile Ill get the shuttle fuelled up for our parts run. Paul began
to head out of the flight deck. And Toby, keep an eye on that Earth
force ship.
Hey Captain, Toby said in alarm. We have energy readings on the
edge of the system, looks like jump points.
Pauls expression instantly hardened, only military ships had their own
dedicated jump engines, they were usually too expensive for all but
the most opulent civilian vessels. Which side of the system, Are they
coming in from Brakiri space or Abbai territory?
Abbai sir. Jenny said formally, it was very rare for anyone to say sir
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Military ships from the Abbai sector. He sighed. No prizes for

guessing who they are.
This is just too much! Toby exclaimed. Where do we have to go to
escape these guys!
Stay focused. Paul spoke confidently and decisively. TKoth, fuel.
Make sure they dont bolt and run, shoot out their engines if you
gotta.
Demin wont like that. the Narn said. But I will.
Jors and I are going planet side, we still need the regulators for the
engines, well be back before all hell really breaks loose. Or at least
he really hoped so. This is probably just a scouting group, could be
months before they attack, the Abbai are still resisting. Well be quick,
but if a fleet shows up, just try to get away.
Were not going anywhere without all the crew. TKoth said bluntly.
And if anyone tries theyll wake up in a storage locker.
Toby shifted a little uneasily, caught in conflict between his loyalty to
his friends and his desire to run right now.
Besides, without the parts hyperspace travel will be dangerous.
Jenny added. Its safer to take our chances.
Well, dont take too many. Paul nodded. Well be back in no time.
Watch yourself down there Captain. Jenny said with real sincerity.
Weve been through too much to lose it here, all of us have.
He smiled in return at the young woman, she was the newest crew
member coming onboard just before they took their jobs in the Abbai
sector but after all their trials and tests she was a fully paid up
member of the Space Race crew and Paul trusted her totally as a
friend and a skilled weapons and manifest officer.
Well be quick, then we get the hell out of here and imagine none of
this ever happened.
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Alright people, stay clear of the firefight and watch that Earth force
cruiser. Paul once more began to leave. And try not to get the Race
shot up any more.
Brakiri Cruiser Reaver
Ambassador Brocat stepped onto the wide bridge deck amid a chaotic
scene, officers were running to and fro bearing reports and data while
operators at the banks of consoles cycled through a series of sensor
readouts, communication channels and combat information. Amid it all
was Admiral Dokan busily peering over the shoulder of one of the
sensor officers. To Brocat it was like a busy morning on the planetary
stock exchange, the type of organized panic he felt oddly at home with
and expected that despite the running around this crew was still in
control of their vessel and its five sisters.
The force had been deployed to cover the evacuation of Brakiri
nationals from Tirrith just in case it was next on the list of conquests
for the Dilgar Imperium, it was also something of a show of strength
and pride with six Avioki class heavy cruisers far too big a force for
such a simple job. The Brakiri were aware that the Dilgar could be
emboldened by their success against the Abbai, and that they might
be tempted to extend their war to engulf Brakiri space, though most of
the Krona didnt see any reason for that to happen. As a precaution it
was stepping up shows of military might, the six tall cruisers were a
sign of that, as was the increased will to finish the massive
dreadnought Corumai which had been only partially built for nearly a
decade and was something of an embarrassment circling homeworld.
Admiral. Brocat announced as he walked across the bridge, avoiding
the junior officers. Whats happened?
A Dilgar combat patrol. Dokan answered gruffly, as a fairly well
respected member of the very powerful Ak Habil conglomerate Dokan
was often entrusted by his superiors with these type of high profile
missions, he had shown almost as much tactical skill as he had
political skill and was rightly considered a dangerous opponent.
Standard formation, not much of a threat to us.
Brocat took a look at the same data Dokan was reading, it showed two
large Dilgar ships and three smaller escorts. Theyre making a
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Most likely, could be general intelligence gathering or it could be a

prelude to invasion. Dokan said. Either way our orders are clear, at
the first hint of Dilgar ships we are to leave and not take any
provocative action.
Did we get all our people off planet? Brocat checked, his main worry
was leaving people behind who would be taken by the Dilgar and
never seen again. Some of the things hed heard from Alaca and Balos
made even his warm blood turn to ice.
We think so, a lot wanted to stay and guard their business interests
from looters, but in the end we persuaded them to leave. It had come
down to offering them insurance against disaster and theft, something
no real insurance company would ever do with a full scale war one
jump away. The Krona wasnt going to be happy. The last shuttle is
just docking.
Brocat kept a firm watch on the Dilgar cruisers, they were lurking just
beyond weapons range conducting active scans of the orbital defenses
and methodically mapping everything in local space. The Tirrith
authorities were trying to open a channel with them but to no effect,
the Dilgar simply ignored them and continued their task, painting the
Brakiri task force with active sensors but taking no hostile action.
Theyre just taking a look. Dokan confirmed.
What about the other ships, any movement from them?
The Admiral took a quick look at a neighboring sensor screen. There
are two Markab gunships on alert nearby, the Centauri cruiser is still in
orbit taking on its citizens, looks like theyre getting ready to go. The
Earth cruiser is holding station, and the Vree are already heading for
the gate.
Lets wait and see what happens. Brocat stated. We should get an
idea what these Dilgar are like, Ive never seen them up close before.
If we have our citizens onboard then our mission is done. Dokan
cautioned. We should leave now.
We arent in any danger. The Ambassador smiled. Well wait a while
longer, call it curiosity on my part and finding out about the enemy on
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The Dilgar our not our enemy Mr Ambassador. The Admiral pointed
out.
Brocat did not answer, hed noticed the Dilgar ships moving on the
planet. What are they doing?
Reading an energy spike, the officer at the console reported.
Weapons fire!
Whom are they firing on? Dokan asked quickly.
The freighters in orbit, refugee ships from the Abbai front.
Wait, theyre firing on refugees? Brocat gasped. Why?
Its not our business. Dokan said. Helm, come about and inform the
fleet were leaving.
We cant leave yet, we have to do something about the Dilgar!
Brocat demanded. Open a channel, tell them to stop immediately
or
Mr Ambassador. Dokan cut him off sternly. This is my ship, and on
my ship I give the orders. We have fulfilled our mission, we have
orders to leave when the Dilgar show up, and I am in the process of
executing those directives. Now stand aside and let me do my job, or
you will be escorted to your quarters.
Admiral, as a League member we have a responsibility to
As you wish. Dokan sighed. Security, take the Ambassador to his
stateroom.
You cant be serious!
We wont be getting involved in somebody elses war.
Thousands are dying out there! Brocat insisted. Do something, you
have six cruisers! This is the only force that can make a difference!
Thousands of Abbai, not Brakiri. Dokan said coldly. My orders are
clear, Navigation, initiate jump sequence, set your course for home.
Dont do this Admiral, dont abandon our responsibility to the League,
to our fellow sentients! Brocat shouted as the guards began hauling
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him away. Dont turn your back on this like so many have! You know
those ships are from Jhadurs fleet, I read the sensor logs!
Dokan turned away from the Ambassador, he wasnt one to let
emotion get to him. He looked stonily on the flashes of weapons fire.
Its Jhadur coming here! Brocat continued shouting. Shes destroyed
so much already, she will do the same here!
Brocat was lead from the door.
Wherever she goes, Death walks with her! he yelled, the door sliding
shut on an uncaring Dokan. Death walks with her!
EAS Persephone
The bridge crew were totally silent, a quiet born of stomach churning
horror. It was difficult to believe that the newly arrived Dilgar ships
were firing on the refugee ships crowding orbit and the reality hadnt
quite caught up with the men and women on duty, it was like their
brains were idling in neutral as they tried to process the images.
Why would they do that? Commander Philips spoke quietly, her
hushed tones reaching out in the silence. They arent any threat.
Psychological warfare. DeVierre said coldly. They want to scare their
enemies, make them afraid to fight. They want the defenders to lose
hope.
Itd just make me angrier. Weapons officer Singh shared his feelings,
his voice clearly having a hard edge to it. As the realization settled the
crews shock began to give way to anger. Everyone had heard the
rumours of Dilgar brutality, now it was confirmed.
Captain, the Tirrithan defence force is moving to engage. Philips
reported. Reading two light destroyers and some patrol ships.
Chances of success? DeVierre asked, wanting to know if the Tirrithan
navy could stop the attack. Philips shook her head.
Captain, the comms officer piped up. The Tirrithan central command
is asking for help, they want all ships in orbit to protect the convoy.
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Well sir, the Brakiri fleet just jumped to hyperspace. Philips scorned.
Looks like only the Markab are responding, but we dont know what
they are saying.
Could be telling them to stop bothering them? Singh suggested.
Not the Markab, DeVierre said. They are honorable, I think theyll
fight in this situation.
Their government didnt seem keen to get involved in the war.
Philips said.
No, but they are highly religious and I dont think theyd turn their
back when the battle is happening right in front of them.
And what about us sir, what do we do? Philips asked on behalf of the
crew who were all wondering the same thing. Do we help?
Our orders are to leave. DeVierre said. We should recall our troops
on planet and head back for Earth space.
Yes sir. Philips said, recognizing that as professional naval officers
they had to respect their orders no matter how difficult they seemed.
She really did not want to abandon the refugees, but taking on a
Dilgar force was politically and militarily unwise.
But as it would take a while to recall the troops and we cant leave
until then, I think we should try and resolve this situation
diplomatically.
Diplomatically sir? Philips frowned.
Yes, well talk to them with a smile on our face and a plasma cannon
in our hands. DeVierre raised an eyebrow. This could be considered a
breach of orders, does anyone wish to protest?
The bridge remained silent.
Ready for orders Captain. Philips said with a hint of a smile, DeVierre
was a good man, he cared for his crew and his duty to Earth force, and
part of that duty was protecting the innocent from unwarranted
aggression. This is what they joined Earth force for, they were far from
home and isolated, but each knew it was the right thing to do. If they
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Very well. The Captain nodded, feeling immeasurable pride in his

crew. Helm, move s toward the convoy. Sound general quarters and
go weapons active, but do not, I repeat, do not target any vessels until
I order it. He shifted in his seat as the ship began accelerating. Get
our fighters out of the hangar and watching our back, make sure the
Tirrithans know were on our way and then open a channel to those
Dilgar bastards.
The Persephone came to life, its engine banks slowly powering up with
dull red energy growing ever brighter as the ion drives began hurling
exhaust from their nozzles. Across the ships hull the heavy weight
Plasma turrets began to charge, performing quick rotations and
elevations to make sure their turrets were fully operational and
obstruction free. The cruiser also mounted particle cannons, two large
weapons in turrets at the ships sides and three smaller guns at the top
and bottom of the ships distinctive conning tower. As far as Earth force
ships went the Persephone had a powerful and balanced armament of
simple but effective weapons optimized for close range engagements.
Earth Alliance technology had only recently begun to implement longer
ranged weapons such as laser cannons and to date the weapons were
still too large to fit on anything smaller than a Dreadnought, most of
the navy had therefore trained to close the range before opening fire
with concentrated short range fire, the Persephone and her tactics
were designed to fire on one target at a time with all the ships heavy
weaponry and overwhelm them quickly before taking too much
damage. The great secret of this tactic was the interceptor grid, Earth
Forces unique system which would keep the fleets safe from long
range enemy fire long enough to close the range and deliver a
significant volume of plasma based retribution.
Fighters away. Philips said. They are moving into position.
Any response from the Dilgar? DeVierre asked.
Nothing yet. She answered. They are still firing on refugees, and a
Tirrithan gunship just went down.
DeVierre cursed under his breath. He wanted to get in there and make
the Dilgar stop, and he had no objections to using force on a race that
fired on refugees, but as a Captain he had to be aware of his political
responsibilities. Firing on a Dilgar ship, even in these grim
circumstances would be unacceptable to his superiors, it could trigger
a full scale war between the Alliance and the Dilgar which nobody
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him in jail. He had to find a way to save these people that didnt cause
a war, a seemingly impossible conundrum.
Helm, set a new course, I want you to put us right in the middle of
those two fleets.
Aye Captain. He replied without question, the trust the crew had for
DeVierre was unshakeable, and the Captain could only hope it was as
well placed as they did.
We will try and break up the fight. He explained. Present a barrier
to their guns forcing them to break off. Then we will see if they want
to talk.
One question sir, Philips raised her point. What if they dont break
off and decide to force us out of the way?
Thats what interceptors are for. DeVierre replied calmly. Our rules
of engagement are to use whatever force is necessary to escape, and
if it comes to it we will do just that. To protect the refugees we must
protect ourselves, be prepared ladies and gentlemen, we might be
heading into a fight.
Harpy flight held their six ship formation as the Persephone changed
its heading, driving right for the Dilgar raiding force.
The old man isnt going to try and fight them is he? Max questioned.
I dont think so. Freeman answered from the lead plane. Its just
brinkmanship, hes trying to force them to back down.
You think they will? I dont get the impression that theyre the type to
just walk away.
The Captain knows what hes doing. Freeman said plainly, clearly
wanting to end discussion of the subject. Now, heat em up but dont
go active on your tracking system. The Dilgar might try and spook us
but dont take the bait. Fire on the Captains orders only, and lets hope
it doesnt go that far.
Max shrugged, then brought his cannons to ready status. The Dilgar
were probably the biggest challenge in the galaxy for a pilot, they had
tough fighters and he guessed by now battle hardened pilots, if he
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opponent. He was already imagining a contest of agility and nerve as

he kept his fighter between a helpless freighter and a marauding
Thorun, he didnt expect to go into battle but found himself not really
afraid to do so.
Heads up, Freeman called. Fighters at twelve, squadron sized, keep
an eye on them.
Max regulated his breathing and felt himself tense up, the Persephone
was inside weapons range now and while the Dilgar still ignored them
it wouldnt be for much longer before they had no choice.
This is it. Philips said. Crossing the firing arcs now.
DeVierre dared not even breathe, he watched the displays as Dilgar
weapons fired past his bow, still tearing into the Abbai refugee ships. A
dozen vessels had been destroyed in the attack, countless refugees
murdered in the time it took to reach here but all that was going to
stop right now. Weapons fire continued even as the Persephone
entered the line, two or three plasma bolts whizzing by just feet away
from the hull causing a few sharp breathes around the bridge.
DeVierre had the distinct impression the Dilgar were toying with them,
trying to make them blink with the close misses and he wasnt going
to give them the satisfaction of seeing him take evasive action. The
cruiser came to a halt within the lead Dilgar ships main firing arcs, and
was relieved when the ship ceased fire.
Alright, now were getting somewhere. He said cheerily in an attempt
to ease the tension. try and open a channel again.
Still no response. The comms officer said in frustration. But that
cruiser is talking to someone else, getting a lot of chatter.
Probably getting new orders from command. DeVierre frowned.
Question is are they getting permission to shoot us or orders to
withdraw.
Hard to say, their signals are encoded. Philips commented. Im
recording what we get, maybe the intel guys will find it useful.
Captain, Im seeing an energy spike. Singh shouted.
From the ship? DeVierre spoke fast, preparing for an attack.

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No sir, jump points!

DeVierre watched the main monitor as sensors recorded two more
scouting fleets arriving, giving the Dilgar six large warships and nine
frigates in the system. The Frigates began to circle around the
Persephone and make for the convoy again, the refugees were fleeing
but they had no chance of outrunning the Dilgar raiders. Two large
ships were focusing on the nearby Markab gunships while the four
remaining vessels including three cruisers brought their attention down
on the Persephone herself.
Theyre trying to intimidate us. DeVierre stated. Make no response.
That lead cruisers within two hundred clicks. Philips reminded.
Almost point blank.
Are we getting any good info sensors? the Captain checked.
Weve got some good profiles and readings on their weapons and
comms systems. The answer came.
I guess thats our intel gathering mission complete. Commander
Philips noted. How long can we keep this up?
Until the refugees can get clear, DeVierre said remaining neutral in
his expression beneath the bushy moustache. Either to the gate or
the planet.
Sir, the Centauri vessel just jumped out, its just us and the Markab
now.
As long as those ships are staring us down they arent killing
civilians. DeVierre pointed out. Keep us steady, if we tie up the big
ships the Tirrithan navy might be able to handle the frigates.
Captain, theyre moving. Philips warned. The lead cruiser is still on
us but the rest are turning away, looks like they want to hit the
convoy.
DeVierre swore, he couldnt play tag with fifteen separate ships. Try
and keep us between their largest ship and the convoy.
Sir, were being painted by active sensors! Singh reported from his
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The initial ship they had encountered was still fixed on them, now at
less than 200 kilometers and still closing. The ship appeared well
armed and was a little larger than the Persephone, her forward hull
lined with sensor panels shaped like spikes and insect like mandibles
curving forward like a gaping maw. She was an attack cruiser of the
Targath class though the Earth Force crew didnt have the class names
of the Dilgar forces yet and was flagship of the raiding party. Slowly
and deliberately she began arming weapons.
She opening up gunports again, reading targeting sensors. Singh
called out with a hint of nerves. It this range there was no chance it
would miss.
No response, dont make any moves. DeVierre said. They have no
reason to fire on us.
The other ships are heading for the convoy. Philips said. Shall we
pursue?
Wait, see what this ship does. The Captain grimaced, hed never
been much of a poker player and these stakes were lethal.
Gun turrets tracking. Singh warned. Shes aligning for an alpha
strike.
Hold position. DeVierre ordered. Wait for them to blink.
They still trying to intimidate us? Philips asked, guessing they were
doing a damn fine job.
DeVierre didnt answer, this wasnt right, if they wanted to scare them
why were the other ships moving off?
Weapons lock! Singh yelled. Energy spike, shes firing!
Interceptors, engage at will! DeVierre barked. Damn them to hell!
The Dilgar cruiser engaged, a rain of bolter and pulsar fire heading for
the Earth force cruiser with unfailing accuracy. The Persephone
responded quickly, its interceptor grid snapping around and firing on
the barrage within a second of the engagement starting. Blue pulses
raced out at exceptional speed and knocked down the largest plasma
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guns went for the heaviest incoming fire and ignored the lesser rounds
leaving the E-web and the armor to soak up the lesser impacts.
Helm roll thirty degrees to port, open up the A-arcs! DeVierre
shouted, the ship rocking as a pulsar blast crashed into the forward
hull. Get me a firing solution with plasma cannons, fast as you can
Lieutenant!
Holy Max tailed off, from his Furys cockpit he had an unspoiled
view of the Persephone coming under fire. The other Dilgar ships
ignored it still, two were engaging the Markab gunships while the rest
headed for the refugee convoy.
Harpy flight, lock and load! Lieutenant Commander Freeman
snapped in the headset bringing Max back to focus. Enemy fighters
going for the barn, lets get em first.
Max switched on the targeting system, the croaking whir of the
computer powered up almost drowned out by the roar of the thrusters,
the sound vibrating through the fighters structure. His display showed
the image of the Persephone in stark computer rendered green lines,
and in red lines a unit of Dilgar fighters closing on the far side of the
ship trying to take advantage of the ships defensive batteries being
tied up by the strike cruiser.
Weapons locked, Freeman announced. Fox one!
The lead Tiger fury sprayed blue energy pulses across the path of the
Dilgar flight, blasting one of the fighters from space. Within a second
Max also had target lock, an enemy fighter fixed in his gun sights. For
a brief instant he did nothing, not quite understanding exactly what
was unfolding, a few seconds ago he was on patrol, now he was about
to actually open fire on another being, it was a strangely empty
feeling. His training finally kicked in, and he fired his fighter twin linked
cannons, along with the rest of the flight and shredded the Dilgar
formation. They broke away from the sudden attack and tried to
reform.
Stay with them, Freeman ordered. Finish it!
The Furies couldnt match a Thorun for acceleration, but it took time
for the Dilgar to build up velocity and the ranges were close enough to
give the Earth force pilots a couple of shots first. Max lined up on the
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into its back, causing the fighter to cartwheel in a sudden brief fireball.
Harpy flight kept a tight formation and finished off the last fighter in
the enemy unit, the whole thing had to have taken less then twenty
seconds but Max had lost track of time, he felt fully immersed in the
moment, aware of every detail around him. It was a strangely
heightened view of reality, a product of the brain reacting to extreme
stress and more than a little discomforting but very useful.
More fighters on their way. One of his colleagues, he didnt know
who, called in warning.
Swing right Harpys. Freeman said calmly. Meet them before they
get close to our ship, engage at will.
Main batteries locked!
Give em hell! DeVierre roared, the Dilgar had fired on refugees and
now his own ship without provocation, he was well within his rights
now to take the gloves off.
The Persephone had performed a sideways roll as its weapons found
their target and now was aligned so its upper hull was facing the Dilgar
warship. She brought her guns up to maximum elevation, the angle
allowing every weapon to target the enemy, and on the order they
fired. The plasma blasts were slow moving compared to the Dilgar
weapons, but in their confidence the Dilgar crew had allowed
themselves to enter optimal range for the Earth cruiser and were
taken by surprise by the attack. After fighting Abbai and Drazi ships
the Dilgar were expecting the Earth ship to be similarly armed, with a
couple of anti ship weapons and the rest merely for defense, the
various gun turrets were dismissed as point defense batteries and only
the larger bow guns were noted as threats.
Plasma smashed into the Dilgar cruiser, its weak armor offering almost
no real protection from the attack as round after round of super
heated material melted vast areas of the cruisers hull. The cruiser put
as much power as it could into the engines, realizing it had bitten off
more than it could chew the vessel tried to run, but it was too late by
now. It fired a few more salvoes from its ravaged hull which were
quickly intercepted, and then fell apart as plasma blasted into its hull
and burned out the inside decks and vital systems, in less than half a
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Got him! Philips cheered. Dilgar cruiser destroyed, getting reports of

superficial damage to our ship.
Excellent work my friends! DeVierre offered praise without reserve.
A text book performance.
Two Dilgar warships turning around from the main force, theyre
targeting us. Philips warned. Sixty seconds until theyre in position.
Enough time for us to open a jump point and escape. DeVierre said
solemnly. Weve completed our mission, we havent violated our
orders and we have a clear path home if we want to take it. But if we
do, we condemn tens of thousands of refugees to death.
It was the hardest decision DeVierre could imagine, and he was
positive the answer would define his life and his legacy. On the one
hand he had a duty to his government and crew, he had valuable
intelligence data and clear orders to get that information back home.
He had been expressly told not to actively fight the Dilgar but to use
only whatever force was needed to escape, which was exactly what
had happened. If he went home now hed be a hero, and in all
likelihood there wouldnt be a major inter stellar incident. But on the
other hand if he left now hed take the only capital ship defending the
convoy over Tirrith out of the battle, and despite Markab help the
Tirrithan navy would have no chance of saving the ships before they
escaped.
Fifty seconds until enemy are in position. Commander Philips
reminded him.
My friends, it is time to make a choice. DeVierre spoke gently. We
have done all that was needed of us, and we are within our rights to
leave here and return to Earth. We are not bound by orders or duty to
stay, we can jump out, circle back to pick up our people on the
ground, and then go without further incident. No one would blame us.
The consoles beeped steadily, but no other sound was heard. Except
for the steady breathing of the officers of the bridge staff.
You all know what will happen if we leave, were the only capital ship
here, the only vessel that can hurt the Dilgar heavy ships. If we go,
everyone in orbit dies. If we stay, maybe we can give them time to
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Thirty five seconds Captain. His first officer reported.

You are all department heads, you know the minds of the men and
women under your command and speak for them. DeVierre said,
looking to each one in turn. This is not an order, it is a choice. We can
go to hyperspace, avoid the Dilgar as they destroy the convoy and slip
past to rescue our ground team, and then go home. Or we can stay
and we can fight. He let the words hang for a while, gave them a few
seconds to sink in. This is not a chance for glory, it isnt a movie or a
book, if we stay we will probably die, were outnumbered and
outgunned by a professional enemy who will show us no mercy. I cant
tell you to fight these odds, its a choice. Do we stay, or do we leave.
DeVierre could feel his heart thumping in his chest, he was terrified
but he wasnt going to let it conquer him. If this was an Earth colony it
wouldnt need a decision, he knew the crew would fight tooth and nail
to save their own kind, but these were Abbai, not humans, and while
he would die to protect the innocent without a clear direction from
home he couldnt tell his crew to fight and die for something Earth
didnt yet believe in.
Captain, Lieutenant Singh from weapons was the first to speak. We
came all this way, and we swore oaths to protect those that need it. I
say we stay.
Stay. Pellow agreed from sensors. One by one each department head
gave the same answer, each one chose to stand firm and do the right
thing whatever the cost.
Commander Philips turned in her chair to face DeVierre directly, the
middle aged man meeting her gaze warmly. I know the crew would
agree. There isnt one of us whod leave these people to die. She
smiled. You taught us too well for that.
DeVierre had a moment of intense pride coupled with humility, an odd
sensation which told him clearly that this was the right place to be,
and that he was in the company of the finest people he had ever had
the good fortune to meet.
My friends, thank you. He said quietly, battling the emotion that
threatened to overwhelm him. We have a job to do.
Aye sir, enemy cruisers ten seconds out. Philips called, hands
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All weapons primed and ready. Singh added. Interceptors armed.

Fighter units on our flank. Pellow called.
Can we raise Earth Force command? DeVierre asked.
No sir, all communications jammed, we cant even get our troops on
planet.
If we survive well retrieve them in person, if not God be with them.
DeVierre bowed his head slightly, it was his responsibility to keep
them safe, a duty he didnt think he could manage. He hoped it was
worth it.
Enemy in range, firing.
Volleys of bolter fire straddled the Persephone, head on the Earth
cruiser presented a relatively small target and was well covered by the
interceptor batteries knocking down the incoming fire. The cruiser hit
back, firing its particle cannons and piercing the hull of one of the
Dilgar destroyers with its orange and red beam.
Captain, two frigates on our starboard beam! Lieutenant Pellow
warned. Theyre heading in fast!
Plasma cannons, track and fire!
The two light Dilgar ships began firing, using plasma based weapons
similar to the Persephones own arsenal but mounted on a much
weaker ship. They made the mistake of closing the range and giving
the Earth warship a perfect target. Interceptors stopped the worst of
their attack, and return fire turned the front of one frigate to
unrecognizable junk putting it beyond repair. The second passed by,
peppering the upper hull with light weapons fire and leaving deep
scoring as the Persephones turrets swung around to keep firing, a
lucky shot slicing into its drive system and causing a massive
explosion which blew the attacker in half.
Reading laser cannons on one of those heavy ships. Phillips shouted
above the targeting reports. Shes ready to fire.
Weapons, make that ship your priority, DeVierre barked. Brace
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The ships interceptors were excellent against plasma rounds, solid

shots, missiles and even fighters but unfortunately could only stop
laser fire if it was coming in exactly where the interceptor battery was
located, in this case the Dilgar ship was firing off axis leaving the crew
to trust in armor. The two red beams sliced into the ship, gouging out
a deep rent in the ships right side and leaving the edges glowing with
residual heat.
The Persephone fired back, plasma rounds boring into the Dilgar
destroyer and carrying away one of the laser assemblies. The range
was too great for a decent strike and the plasma rounds lost a lot of
energy as they traveled further through space meaning impacts at
range were far less devastating to the target. The Dilgar crew had
learned from the loss of the first cruiser and were keeping their
distance, minimizing the damage they took.
Weapons fire is losing effectiveness. Singh said. Theyre pulling
away.
Theyre trying to draw us after them. DeVierre pointed out. Stay on
course, our targets are the ships moving on the convoy.
Weve got incoming, Thorun squadron!
Deploy fighters. The Captain said. Keep them close and redirect
starboard interceptors to engage them, keep the port ones on
weapons interception.
On it. Philips replied, keeping the ship on mission.
Max put his Fury into a tight spin, amazed to see Dilgar bolter fire
passing by almost close enough to touch. The offending Thorun raced
past, clearly surprised by Maxs violent turn and expecting to meet
nothing but vapor and parts now ended up staring down a pair of Earth
Force cannons. Max claimed his third kill, this one had been a little
smarter than the first two but still suffered from extreme over
confidence and hadnt believed Harpy fleet would actually put up a
fight. After taking on League opponents the Earth Force units were
quickly showing the Dilgar how careful training and motivation could
tip the scales.
Harpy flight, Fighters at seven oclock low. Freeman drew their
attention to a host of new targets. Take them before they hit the
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The six craft spun and assumed their formation, each one set up to
quickly cover its neighbor if necessary. They dove down and began
firing at maximum range aiming to break up the enemy as much as
destroy them. The Dilgar took some evasive action, but kept on target
as the Persephones own guns engaged.
Stubborn buggers arent they? Max commented.
I noticed. Freeman agreed. Watch our own incoming fire and close
in.
Max increased thrust, the view from the cockpit was spectacular as the
Dilgar fighters closed to short range and fired, trying to take out
individual turrets on the Persephone. One Thorun took a hit at less
than fifty meters, violently blasting it apart and sending debris
showering backwards. Another was struck by a laser beam from its
own side which continued down to put another hole in the Earth ship
behind. In return the Particle cannons engaged again, the two side
mounted turrets cutting into the weak struts joining the Dilgar
destroyers main body to its engine pods and severing the ship. With
an easy target now the plasma cannons concentrated on the drifting
forward section of the destroyer and quickly put it out of the fight.
He turned the Fury in close, dropping behind a Thorun as it strafed
along the cruisers hull. The Thorun must have seen his intentions and
quickly snapped around, keeping its momentum but altering its
orientation so it came to face Max while traveling backwards. He
jinxed sideways to avoid the attack, plasma bolts passing between his
upper and lower wings before firing back. The Dilgar fighter rolled to
avoid the first salvo, but the second hit it square on and detonated its
power pack or fuel reserves.
He didnt even get time to relax, his computers warned of an enemy
lock and he pulled on the controls, the stars blurring as the cockpit
swung around ending up facing the Persephone. He raced for the ship
hoping to use it as cover, wincing as a heavy bolter round slammed
into the ships upper conning tower.
Max, watch your six. Freeman said. Youve got two tails.
I know, I know! he gasped as he kept mobile, the first shots
whizzing past.
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Max pulled the fighter up and passed over the Persephone, noting the
pale grey hull was now getting more and more charred and pitted. He
dropped over the far side in a ridiculously tight turn, then pulled a
hundred and eighty degree snap spin and turned on his attackers. The
first fighter that crested the hull got both barrels, the second turned
wildly away and fell to Freemans pursuit.
Good move. Freeman complimented. But we lost Jane, adjust the
formation to a five ship V and stay tight.
Max didnt feel the emotion he had expected, Jane Anson who flew
Harpy 4 was a good friend, and the notion of never seeing her or
sharing a drink ever again should have filled him with grief, he didnt
understand why it didnt. He supposed it was a good thing, it wouldnt
affect his concentration in battle at least, and he could dwell on it
later. He increased speed and looked for a new target.
With help from the Tirrithan forces the Markab had overcome their
opponents, though it had cost them one of the two gunships. That ship
now struck the heavy cruiser engaging the Persephone, forcing it
closer and into optimal firing range for the Earth force guns. The
Plasma cannons shredded the weak armor and simple mass produced
structure, eventually striking the jump engine and reducing the ship to
debris in a massive explosion.
Two capital ships left. Commander Philips coughed, the air on the
bridge was smoky and acrid, a fused circuitry board the culprit. The
Tirrithans are engaging, but not doing too well.
It was an understatement, most of their fleet were patrol ships and
light combat vessels, certainly not up to the task of taking on a true
warship, let alone a small fleet. They thought well and had
overwhelmed some of the frigates, but the last two cruisers were too
much.
How are we doing? DeVierre questioned.
One of the particle cannons is gone. Phillips said. That last laser hit
to port finished it, hull breaches across the forward section but nothing
which is going to slow us down.
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Seventeen missing sir. She replied solemnly. And we lost pilot

Anson.
He nodded grimly. Understood, target the nearest cruiser and prepare
to fire, we finish what we started.
The Dilgar cruisers abandoned the convoy and brought their attention
to bear on the Earth force ship. They began advancing and distancing
themselves from each other, aiming to hit the Persephone from two
sides at once. The remaining frigates also assembled and began to
move for the Earth cruiser.
Go for the ship to port. DeVierre said. Get close and fire, Comms try
and get the Markab ship to target to other one.
Frigates and attack ships closing. Sensor officer Pellow stated calmly.
Engage them at will, the Captain ordered. But on my word put
every gun to our targeted cruiser.
Laser fire bracketed the cruiser, one of the beams striking the engine
module and destroying part of the power system. The hard working
interceptors fired again, taking down the worst of the incoming fire but
the volleys that sneaked past were beginning to add up, the ship was
moving slower than before and the Energy web running over the hull
to help dissipate some of the energy of incoming fire was growing
weaker. The remaining particle cannon fired but missed its primary
target, though another frigate fell to the plasma batteries.
Coming into range for primary target. Singh shouted, the ships hull
ringing with impacts that evaded the interceptors.
Plasma cannons, take it down! DeVierre ordered. He had to grab his
chair as the ship listed, the sudden G force pulling on his restraints as
the helm station positioned for a full strike. The main guns fired, close
enough to do heavy damage to the cruiser. The Dilgar ship did not
break away, but held its course and fired for as long as it could, the
close range volley mainly bypassing interceptors and carving into the
Persephones side. Sparks flew on the bridge as a near strike punched
into the hull close by, flames swirled above the crew stations
unhindered by gravity until the communications officer managed to
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The Earth force ship was hit heavily, but managed to hold together
unlike the Dilgar cruiser, its wreck joining the growing tally. The last
Dilgar cruiser was on an intercept course with the Persephone, its
turreted bolters exchanging fire with the last Markab ship and assorted
Tirrithan vessels. It fired another salvo from its laser batteries that
went wide, but as the range closed its accuracy would increase.
That ship isnt slowing sir. Philips announced. Its on a collision
course.
It wants to ram us? DeVierre frowned. Helm, I want you ready to
make a very hard turn. Weapons, return fire.
The Persephone drove on, its mission almost done. The Dilgar ships
while formidable looking had proven extremely vulnerable to the
cruisers weapons package and with their quick response times and
training the human crew had held onto the initiative and forced the
Dilgar to fight on unfavorable terms. It seemed the last Dilgar ship had
given in to rage, after seeing its colleagues out maneuvered and out
fought by the slow moving ugly cruiser it had taken it upon itself to
remove the pest and avenge its siblings. It fired its full arsenal on the
Persephone, ignoring the smaller ships picking at its flanks.
The Persephone met it blow for blow, both ships driving headlong at
each other with every gun blazing. Each hit the Persephone took, each
system damaged or crew member killed was visited back on the Dilgar
cruiser in full measure, the crossing energy between the ships dazzling
to behold. The hulls on both ships were punctured and scorched,
molten metal falling away in a glowing trail behind their paths like
embers falling from a fire.
Hold our course. DeVierre was leaning in his chair. Hold fast!
The Dilgar ship was a mass of flames, the plasma had ignited its
atmosphere systems and the ship was jetting oxygen out of its
structure across the molten forward sections. He guessed the
Persephone herself would be looking a poor state by now, but its
heavy guns were still firing and every mile closer made them even
more effective.
A laser beam crashed into the bow of the ship, taking out forward
sensors and sending sparks jumping from Lieutenant Pellow and
Commander Philips station, causing the first officer to yelp in surprise.
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grazed past, tearing away the thin hull structure and blasting
atmosphere out like a brief hurricane.
Standby on course change! DeVierre focused on the enemy, the
Dilgar didnt give up, they were fanatical and smart, a very dangerous
combination. But they werent as smart as he was. Hard to port! the
Captain called. All batteries track and fire, interceptors, everything!
Take it down!
The wounded Earth cruiser turned sharply, its turrets still bearing on
the Dilgar vessel. The enemy ship tried to follow the Persephones
course but ended up flying into a wall of fire, its already ruined hull
providing no resistance to fire. The two ships passed by within a mile
of each other blasting away with everything they had, the side of the
Persephone glowed with impacts as great chunks of metal were
twisted away, it was too close for interceptors to work so they added
their power to the broadside. Plasma shots burned the Dilgar cruiser,
at such short range they were able to enter one side and pass clean
through and out the other, it had no chance against that level of point
blank destruction and fell silent, a powerless blackened hulk carrying
on under momentum to join the rest of the raiding force in the grave.
Target destroyed! Singh yelled in triumph. We did it, we got them
all!
Send word through the ship! DeVierre commanded. Let them know
how well they fought, and how proud they should be. He coughed a
little, the air was still smoke heavy and the lighting was dimming
probably due to severed powerlines. Damage report?
There was no replay. Commander, how bad are we hit?
DeVierre undid his seat restraints and pushed forward to the first
officers station, grabbing hold of the console. Commander Philips did
not react to his arrival, continuing to stare impassively at her screen.
Louise? he whispered and reached for her, his touch still prompting
no response. A deep sadness assailed him, he wanted to deny it and
wish his finest officer was just intensely focused on her job, but it
wasnt real and fantasy had no place on a ship of the line. Gently he
took her hand and searched for a pulse.
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DeVierre did not rush himself, he owed his friend that. He placed her
hand carefully down, pushed a loose strand of her from her face, and
then closed her eyes. Bon soir. He added softly, then rose and made
for the Captains chair.
Captain sir, major energy readings. Pellow insisted.
Commander Philips is dead, Lieutenant Singh will act as First Officer.
DeVierre said flatly.
Yes sir. The weapons officer answered, a note of surprise in his
voice. They had all known and respected the Commander, secretly
many had found her attractive, and her loss was like the heart of the
ship being destroyed. It was the same as losing a part of themselves.
Captain, Jump points forming on the edge of the system. Pellow
reported, also sounding a bit more distressed than usual.
Numbers Lieutenant? the Captain had no emotion in his tone, hed
been as close to Philips as he was to his own grown up children.
Hundreds sir, the Dilgar main fleet.
Sure enough DeVierres panel showed up space holed by a wall of
Vortexes deploying a full fleet of Dilgar warships, including
Dreadnoughts and Gunships packing more firepower than the
Persephone could ever hope to stop. It had been for nothing, they had
bought time for the refugees but not enough, some had made it to the
gate but most wouldnt make it before this new vast force encircled
them, and then Tirrith itself would fall. They had gained nothing.
The enemy fleet is heading this way sir, Pellow read somberly. Our
jump engines are down, interceptors at twenty percent capacity.
Can we still fight? the Captain asked quietly.
Yes sir. Answered Singh.
We cant run. DeVierre raised an eyebrow. And we wont run. We
have paid with our dearest to save these people for a few extra
minutes, our friends gave their lives for that goal, and we will not
make their sacrifice vain. He breathed deeply and centered his
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why we fought it, we may not save the lives of the refugees, but we
have saved our souls by trying.
The Dilgar force began to spread out aiming to envelop the planet,
combat units moved towards the battered Earth force cruiser and the
last defenders.
Captain, Id guess this is the fleet flagship. Pellow said. Its well
escorted but only to the sides, if we take it head on we could have a
chance.
Then we will take it. DeVierre nodded. This is reality, but we have
done something few will ever achieve again. We fought well, and we
fought for the right reasons, and our deaths will have some meaning.
You have done everything duty required, and we die with our honor
intact. No Captain had a better crew or a better ship. Lay in your
course, best possible speed.
For the last time the Heavy cruisers engines burned into life, beside
her the equally damaged Markab warship fell into position as did the
five surviving fighters of Harpy flight. Together they began to advance,
one tiny force of free ships against a thousand conquerors without
hope and without failing. Fate may have abandoned them, as it had
abandoned everyone who found themselves in Jhadurs path, but they
would not accept that future quietly, they would not just accept death
but force it to drag them down. They would stare the reaper in the
face and try to beat him down because that was better than giving up.
DeVierre knew his chances of destroying the famed Warmaster
commanding this fleet were practically zero, but this battle had never
being about doing the safe thing, it had been about doing the right
thing.
The Persephone and her crew raced without fear or hesitation into
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Chapter 16
Tirrith Independent Star System
Freighter Space Race
Oh man we are so dead.
Paul gave Toby a glare. Shut up, we need ideas not opinions.
None of the crew had anything to offer. Pauls original plan was based
on them being able to get to the planet, pick up the spares, fix them
and run for the gate before the Main Dilgar fleet showed up in system,
he figured it would take about two hours which seemed like no time to
him. Unfortunately the Dilgar werent respecting his timetable and a
thousand warships were now closing on Tirrith.
Alright, try it another way. He said quickly, acutely aware that time
was against him. What advantages do we have?
Full tank of fuel. TKoth prompted. Enough to get all the way to
Earth if we had to.
The Dilgar wont be looking for us. Jenny added. Theyll be too busy
bombing the planet and picking easy cargo ships, were too small to be
a juicy target.
Plus we have no cargo which means were running light and fast.
Jors said. And no passengers to worry about, just us.
And on the negative side we have the Dilgar navy. Toby said in
frustration. Theyre blocking the jump gate and our only way out!
And the parts. Jors said. We need the engine regulators.
Can we leave without them, if we absolutely had to? TKoth asked.
Jors shook his head. We need them to stop the engines burning out.
In normal space its okay, we burn the engines for a second and just
coast on momentum, but in hyperspace we need constant power or
the gravity tides will pull us off beacon and thatll be all she wrote. We
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Can we pick one up from a wreck, save going to the planet? Jenny
wondered.
Wed need a specific sized part, real hard to find with the variety of
ships and Dilgar on our backs. Jors shook his head. We need to get
them from the planet. Now once we have them, itll only take a couple
of minutes to fix one up, we need one for each engine but we could
navigate hyperspace on a single thrusters and I can fix the other three
enroute.
Well thats a plus, right? Toby perked up.
Itll still take too long to go get them and come back. Paul frowned.
Then were back to being dead. TKoth shrugged.
No. Paul smiled. No, not yet. I gotta plan!
Is it going to get us out alive? Toby checked.
Maybe, better than just sitting here. Paul raised an eyebrow. Its
easy, we need the parts and we need a path to the gate, neither of
which we can get right? The crew nodded. So we wait. We put the
Race on auto pilot and hide it in the asteroid belt over there, its only
half a million miles from the planet. We shut down everything, even
life support, and the Dilgar wont have a clue its there.
Okay, so they dont find the Space Race, or our suffocated and frozen
bodies after turning off life support. Toby pointed. Small flaw in the
plan there Captain.
Not so, because we wont be on the Race, well be on the planet with
the parts hiding until the Dilgar go away. Paul smiled. They wont
keep a battle fleet here for long, itll go to hit someone else, theyll
leave the ships to weak or too stupid for the front lines to guard this
place and then we make our move. We go back to the Race, fix it and
run for the gate, maybe sneak past in a Dilgar freight convoy. Well
think of something.
Thats a crazy plan. Jors said with a shrug. But I got nothing, lets do
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You want us on planet as the Dilgar attack? TKoth asked. Weve

seen what they do to planets Captain, and this fleet is the same one
which virus bombed those Abbai and Drazi colonies.
So we sit in our airtight shuttle until its time to go. Paul said. its
safer than staying up here.
Well, Im sold. Jenny offered.
Me too. TKoth agreed.
This is insane. Toby commented. But okay.
See people? Paul clapped his hands. Weve gotten out of worse than
this in the last month, grab your gear and hit the shuttle bay.
A few minutes later the Space Race cargo shuttle was making its way
for Tirrith. Paul gave a quick glance out of the window at his ship as its
engines fired for a few moments on automatic to push the ship
towards the local asteroid belt. Jors had set up the navigation system
to burn the retro thrusters when it reached the edge of the belt and
then to go dead, only to reactivate when it received the coded signal
from the returning crew. With luck the Dilgar would be no wiser to its
presence, and if they did spot it they would assume it was a derelict
wreck, which Paul reflected wasnt too far from the truth.
The journey was quiet, the full attention of the crew was focused on
the final minutes of the Persephone and her battle against the odds. It
was a scene of great pride and great sadness for the human members
of the crew, and even TKoth appeared moved by the valor of the ship
and its choice to fight. The usually talkative Toby remained silent as
the firefight faded away and the Dilgar resumed their mission. They
were a relentless people, nothing had managed to stop them yet, it
seemed even Ssumssha, the most heavily defended location in known
space was little more than a small set back to be removed in the
fullness of time. The tide of their invasion was still rising, but Paul
managed to see some hope in the desperate situation he found himself
in, hed seen a single cruiser from home turn a raiding party into
smoking wrecks and he knew that Earth force could field a vast fleet of
similar ships, and even more powerful units to lead them. The League
were hard pressed, but if the Dilgar ever came to Earth space they
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Problem. Jenny said. The flight deck of the shuttle was very
cramped, with Paul and Jors up front and Jenny behind monitoring
sensors. TKoth and Toby were a few feet further back with nothing to
really do, the shuttle had no weapons and a moderate set of thrusters.
In fact five problems, Thorun fighters heading our way.
Can we reach the atmosphere in time? Paul looked out of his
window, a series of small dots glinting in the distance.
No, no way. Jors stated. I have a plan B, but youre not going to
like it.
If it keeps us alive just do it. Paul said back, and a second later was
pushed back into his seat as the shuttle turned.
Dammit Jors, what the hell you doing! Toby shouted.
We cant out run them or out fight them, so Ill try and lose them in
the convoy. The big Swedish man grunted.
Pauls eyes widened as the cockpit windows filled with fleeing Abbai
ships slowly crossing their path. Jors, you remember this is a cargo
shuttle, not a Starfury?
Trust me. He smiled, then opened up the throttle.
The shuttle dropped down and barreled straight for a huge Abbai liner,
a frantic burst of comms traffic from the ship filling their frequencies
but going unheeded. Jors edged the shuttle across its bow, coming
dangerously close to a collision and then pulled around and raced
along the liners underside forcing the crew back with the sudden G
force. The Dilgar fighters had closed with them and seemed intrigued
by the dirty looking shuttle, two of the Thoruns gave chase while the
three others began firing on easier targets.
Theres a ship ahead. Jenny read from the sensors.
Paul guessed she meant the mile long ore miner filling his window
which Jors was going head to head with. Yeah Jors, ship ahead.
The pilot did not respond, he just kept driving headlong towards the
mining ship.
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How close are we? Jenny looked up from her station and gasped at
the sight. With impact a second away Jors rolled the shuttle and
grazed past with a huge grin, the Dilgar fighters keeping a steady
distance and looking for a clean shot.
Jors, I paid for this shuttle, never do that again. Paul said through
clenched teeth.
Aw come on, dont say that wasnt cool! Jors flung the shuttle past
another freighter within inches of disaster. You know this is cool! Did
you see that!
Mostly I see the insides of my eyelids. Paul swallowed. You sure you
know what youre doing?
Sometimes, hang on. He pulled another tight turn, the Thoruns
however had little trouble keeping pace, although they still didnt have
a clean shot. Although this could be a small miscalculation.
Paul opened his eyes and saw the bow of a Dilgar destroyer, a small
fleet of Frigates surrounding it. He was about to utter an explicit curse
when Jors threw the ship around and his breath was punched from his
lungs. He dodged past an Abbai freighter which almost instantly
exploded as the Dilgar warships began firing, not on the shuttle but
the convoy it was sweeping around. Plasma bolts were ripping through
ships on all sides of the weaving little craft and flames glowed on its
hull.
Ship on our port side, collision in five seconds! Jenny shouted from
sensors. Jors flipped the shuttle into a roll, ending upside down to his
original orientation and just clearing a fleeing freighter. The hull of the
ship was just a few feet from the cockpit roof drawing a stunned gaze
from Paul, Jors was playing a dangerous game but so far it was paying
off.
One of the liners ahead was struck by laser fire, a blast which would
have damaged an Earth Force cruiser went clean through the
unarmored civilian ship without impediment, slicing fuel lines and
igniting the unfortunate vessel. Burning fuel flashed into space and the
shuttles path, covering its outer hull in liquid fire and clanging debris
over its hull. Jors fought with the controls and kept them on course,
dodging the twisted remains of the ships forward section as it passed
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I dont want to be here Jors. Paul reminded his pilot. Head for the
planet please. He kept an even tone, but his heart was beating at a
thousand thumps a minute.
Were almost there. He answered. Little bit more.
He dove past more twisted metal, the dogged fighters still on his tail.
Carefully he lined up on a huge freighter already burning from earlier
hits.
Jors, sensors show another ship behind it, a Dilgar Frigate! Jenny
warned.
I know, I have it on scope.
Were going to pass very close to it.
I hope so. The pilot grinned. This will be something to tell your kids
about.
He accelerated, rushing towards the big freighter, the Dilgar fighters
finally holding course long enough to fire and doubtless enjoying the
excitement of the chase. The shuttle passed beneath the vessel and
shot out of the far side right in front of the Frigate which was busily
cutting up the far side of the defenseless ship. He passed within
spitting distance of the frigates bows, taking the gunners so by
surprise by the time they even registered what had happened Jors was
outside their gun arcs. If the gun crews were surprised to see Jors, the
Thorun pilots were even more surprised to round the freighter in
pursuit and come face to face with an armored green wall blocking
their path. The lead fighter flew straight into the ship punching a hole
in its weakened side, but the second craft was quick enough to turn
and avoid the obstacle forcing the pilot to black out with the force of
the turn.
Sneaky son of a bitch. Paul chuckled. Now were free to land.
Not quite. Jenny sighed. One of those fighters is still moving.
The surviving Dilgar pilot had recovered quickly from his blackout and
was now gaining ground.
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Should do, but you know Dilgar fighters are atmosphere capable?
Jenny informed.
Paul used a colorful turn of phrase to indicate that was news to him.
Ever seen an Earth Force combat drop? Jors asked.
yes I have. Paul answered, then paused. Oh, no way
We need to get down fast, and thats the quickest way. Jors
shrugged.
Yeah, in a MilSpec assault shuttle that isnt held together by fourteen
years worth of field patches!
Itll be fine, just hold on. He enthused. Oh, and the G forces are
quite bad.
Before Paul could protest further Jors dropped the shuttles nose and
accelerated once more towards the planet. The front of the shuttle
began glowing immediately, and within seconds had turned white hot
and completely obscured the field of vision. At first the G force wasnt
so bad, but as soon as they hit the atmosphere the shuttle bucked
cruelly, throwing the crew back and forth against their restraints. Paul
tried to yell at Jors, but couldnt speak under the intense conditions.
Remarkably they were only pulling a fraction of the G force of a
military drop, but without flight suits they were taking just as much
punishment.
They didnt notice at first, but as the shuttle was forcibly slowing down
and the friction lessened Paul noticed some bright energy bolts
whizzing past outside. That fighter still with us?
Yep. Jenny confirmed, the shuttle still rocking. Hes real close.
The jolting re-entry had been even more straining for the small fighter
and the buffeting was throwing off his aim, but as they slowed to
atmospheric speeds he was getting more accurate.
Can we do anything about that? Toby shouted from his chair.
We throw you out the back and you nag the Dilgar to death! Jors
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The shuttle suddenly nosed forward and entered a twisting spin,

warning lights filled the displays.
He shot us! Jenny yelled. And hes still firing!
The Space Race shuttle twisted through the sky trailing thick black
smoke, the Thorun still firing on it as it fell towards the planet. Another
pair of plasma bolts hit the target and blasted off one of the stabilizing
wings, to the pilots eternal shock the twisted piece of debris ripped
away from the wounded vessel and with a cruel twist of irony punched
straight through the nose of the Dilgar craft, sending it spinning out of
control and rapidly breaking up.
I have good news and bad news. Jenny called. Good news is the
fighter is gone. Bad news is, well, the ground.
Can you slow us down? Paul asked Jors.
Im going to fire retros. The pilot said. But its really going to hurt,
and well still crash.
Do what you can, everyone brace yourselves!
Jors fired the retro rockets, and the sudden deceleration was far worse
than to orbital drop. Paul was already blacking out when the ground
met them and halted their descent.
Dilgar Dreadnought Conqueror.
We are on schedule Warmaster, despite the small delay.
Jhadur nodded at Captain Anjashs report, her mind dwelling on other
issues.
Bombardment vessels are ready Warmaster.
Jhadur continued to stare calmly ahead.
Warmaster? her Captain asked again.
I heard you, thank you Captain. Jhadur spoke quietly. Remove the
outer defenses first, then we can deal with the planet.
With respect Warmaster, you seem more thoughtful than usual, is
there a problem? Anjash asked.
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Jhadur nodded slowly. The battle we have just fought, it has raised a
number of issues in my mind.
Battle? Anjash smiled her feminine voice growing more confident.
Hardly a battle Warmaster, more a massacre.
It was a battle for them, a hard fought one and a well fought one.
You mean that unknown cruiser which attacked us? the Captain
wondered.
Not unknown, it was a human ship. Jhadur corrected. An empire on
the far side of the League, we have no dealings with them.
Why was it here? Anjash prompted again.
I dont know, and that concerns me. Jhadur kept her voice low. It
had no reason to be here, and it had no reason to fight us. We have no
immediate plans for the Earth Alliance and they are unconcerned with
us. Why did it fight?
It must have had a foolish Captain. Anjash dismissed.
A Captain who claimed three cruisers, two destroyers and four
Frigates? Jhadur raised an eyebrow. That is not a fools work, that
ship took out five times its mass in our vessels and would have made
it home if we hadnt arrived to stop it.
It attacked us head on, going for the most powerful ship in the fleet.
Anjash replied. That is foolish.
How so? Jhadur looked at her Captain. If I ordered you to hold a
world, and you were one ship against a thousand would you retreat or
surrender? You cannot win, so what would you do?
I would fight and die well. She answered, recognizing Jhadurs point.
You think this Captain did the same?
He couldnt do anything else. So he made sure his last moments were
as proud as he could make them. She gave a thin smile. Admirable.
The smile quickly faded And dangerous.
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They might. Jhadur nodded. This ship we destroyed, it was a

Hyperion class cruiser one of their main line ships, they have many,
many more. They also have a ship which intelligence says even the
Centauri battleships are wary of, and since when did the Centauri play
coy about anything?
Never, unless they have a reason, like perhaps fear. Anjash was
scornful of the decadent Centauri, they had a fine empire but grew
soft, when the Dilgar had an empire of equal size they would not make
that mistake. These humans are threats?
Look what that single ship did. Jhadur stated blankly. Then imagine
a fleet of ships even more deadly working in unison. Yes, these
humans are a threat, more than the council gives them credit for. But
fortunately they dont seem interested in galactic affairs, I doubt well
see battle with them anytime soon.
If they fight like this Im in no rush to meet them. Anjash admitted.
Perhaps they arent so foolish.
Far from it. The Warmaster agreed. This was a warning to us not to
extend the war beyond our ability to fight it. We are already stretched
fighting on three fronts, massing forces against the Drazi, the Brakiri
and the Hyach. The humans are a mystery to us, and what little Ive
seen of them does not fill me with confidence. She frowned. I want
that wreck taken apart piece by piece, I want ships records, the
Captains journal, private logs, personal items, books, vids everything.
I want to know what made them destroy five of our heavy warships, I
want to know how and I especially want to know why.
What about standing orders to send all Intelligence to Warmaster
Lenchar and his command?
He can have it when I am done. She answered curtly. And dont
forget data recorders from our own ships.
Yes Warmaster.
You have the bridge Captain, remind our ships that we need the
planet more or less intact. Use nuclear and biological weapons in
precise tactical strikes only, any excessive destruction will be dealt
with by me personally.
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I am heading for my quarters to report on this development to the

Supreme Warmaster, let me know when the ground forces are in
position. She paused. And Captain, make sure our Stormtroopers
bring me samples of the native population.
Jhadur turned and gracefully walked out of the bridge room, the last
few minutes troubling her. She had fought resolute enemies before,
and she had fought skilled enemies before, but to find an opponent
with both qualities was rare. There was a chance this human ship was
unique, perhaps the greatest vessel in their navy, but she could not
deny the possibility that every human vessel would be this skilful in
war. The thought chilled her, and she had to know the truth.
Refugee camp.
Just tell them to get in line. Garibaldi said in frustration, this was
turning into a real mess.
The Platoon had unloaded the ration packs and split them into four
equal crate loads which had then been set up a few hundred yards
apart on the edge of the camp. Then the troops were supposed to
break open the crates and slowly dish out the ration packs evenly
among the nearest refugees who would form lines and wait patiently
for their turn. That was what the manual ordered. Garibaldi had since
concluded the manual was written by an idiot.
Lieutenant sir, Garibaldi tapped his helmet microphone. Weve got a
lot of people flocking this way.
I hear you Private. Sanchez replied from the command post near the
shuttle a solid half mile distant. The translator has a few Abbai
phrases, things like Form a line and remain calm so try and use
them.
Yes sir. Garibaldi sighed inwardly, he doubted theyd be in a mood to
sit and wait for food.
Just remember the three Ps Private, Sanchez continued. Be polite,
be professional and be prepared to kill. Your team is your
responsibility and its up to you to keep them safe. Do whatever is
necessary.
Understood sir. Garibaldi answered, then cut communications. Well
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Garibaldi and his three comrades, Bugs, Tucker and Large, cracked
open the case of rations. They were the same processed meal packs
issued to the Persephone crew and still unappealing, though he
supposed the unfortunate refugees would be grateful for anything.
They had all kept their visors locked up inside their helmets to give the
Abbai a chance to see them face to face, Sanchez had explained that
seeing a living person and not a blank metal face plate would go a long
way towards building trust and keeping the crowd calm. Now Garibaldi
shouted an Abbai phrase which translated as form a line to receive
food.
Gradually the nearest refugees came cautiously forward, if they
recognized humans they didnt show it, perhaps suspecting they were
Centauri. Very gingerly one of the females came close enough for
Garibaldi to reach.
Here you go, here. He held out one of the packs. Its food, err
Tucker, whats Abbai for food huh?
Tucker replied, and the female looked at the packet, reaching out to it.
There you go. Garibaldi smiled. Its yours, enjoy. Well, enjoy as
much as you can. A quick check on the central medical files from the
Persephone had shown the basic components of the meal packs were
safe for any League race, although theyd probably find the taste as
bad as Garibaldi did. The female took the pack, gave a quick nod and
then darted back into the camp.
Another satisfied customer. Large commented.
Its Freddys people skills. Bugs chuckled. You could run a shop.
Shut up and grab a bag, try and get them to take these things.
Garibaldi took another pack of unknown food, keeping his rifle slung
behind his shoulder so not to frighten people, but ready to swing under
his arm and be ready to fire in half a second.
Yeah, Tucker grabbed a meal. More we give away the less we have
to eat on the way home.
Why didnt you say! Bugs grabbed an armful from the crate. Hey,
come and get it!
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A massive explosion detonated on the far side of the camp, the heat of
its blast causing Garibaldi turn away. Screams of panic erupted,
followed by a second titanic blast.
Jeez, what the hells going on? Bugs yelled.
Platoon units, the radio crackled. Fall back for immediate dust off.
Sanchez ordered. Repeat, immediate dust off.
Leave the crate, lets book! Garibaldi called. Come on, move it!
The four men ran for the shuttle, the other three teams doing the
exact same thing. The thump of explosions was a near constant
rumble, some impacts near and some very far away each one seeming
to shake Garibaldis chest and lungs. It could only be a full scale orbital
bombardment, which meant the Dilgar navy had shown up and caught
everyone by surprise.
There was a terrific roar from above, and Garibaldi caught sight of
three fast moving craft sweeping by overhead. They flew into the
distance in front of him, then turned around and headed back dropping
lower in the sky.
Incoming! he yelled. Enemy aircraft, down!
He dropped down flat, feeling the ground itself shake and jolt with
distant destruction. He risked a glance up as the dangerous fighters
veered inwards and opened fire, their plasma weapons shredding
through tents and stores getting closer to the shuttle that had brought
them.
Ah hell no! he pleaded to whatever deity might listen. Dont do that
to us!
The Dilgar fighters hit the shuttle, destroying it in one pass and tearing
up the ground around it, then screeched over head. Before Garibaldi
could curse further a titanic white hot fireball erupted in front of him, a
device dropped by the fighters over the wrecked shuttle ignited in a
vicious chemically enhanced blaze consuming everything within a
hundred meters, including the area where the command post was
located. If he hadnt been hugging the ground the sudden firestorm
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The shuttle! Bugs yelled over the roaring flames. Did they waste the
shuttle?
Garibaldi drooped his visor, his helmet tactical system showing a
sensor image of the scene ahead in green shades the ground obscured
from sight by the fire. Both the shuttle and command post were indeed
destroyed. He fell back on training, his first job was to figure out what
the platoon still had, they had lost their transport and it looked like
Lieutenant Sanchez was gone, but a quick scan showed Sergeant
Sosobowski was still with them, none of the other Lieutenants or
NCOs were registering life signs. The bulk of the platoon had been
distributing food and so had been nowhere near the explosion and
seemed healthy if confused. The main task right now was to get out of
this attack alive.
Red Platoon! Sosobowskis accented voice broadcast across the unit.
Theres a gully to the right, two hundred meters, head for it and take
cover!
Garibaldi didnt need to be told twice, he sprang up and ran like hell,
the rest of the platoon doing the same thing. The blue sky overhead
was filled with lights as Dilgar warships fired down on the planet, most
of the shots disappearing into the distance and creating distant flashes
on the horizon. One of the distant cities seemed to be the target, and
Garibaldi spared a moment of sympathy for its inhabitants.
Fighters! someone warned, possibly Large. Garibaldis sensor system
warned him of the direction of the attack and its arrival time, he ran
harder putting every effort into his sprint to reach the gully before the
Dilgar had a chance to shoot him. He didnt think or consider
possibilities, he had no time to do so he just ran, finally reaching the
lip of the gully and dropping down, then instantly flattening himself
against the wall with the rest of the platoon matching him.
The fighters dropped their payloads over the camp, the incendiary
devices creating instant firestorms which consumed everything.
Garibaldi squeezed his eyes shut and pressed against the wall trying to
ignore the intense heat and blast waves that rushed over the gully
tugging at his uniform, eternally grateful that he could not see the hell
unfolding all around him. This was a type of war he hadnt imagined
facing in his career, hed been prepared to fight and kill, he had been
prepared for airstrikes and perhaps even orbital bombardment, but he
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Dilgar attacked without warning or care and that shocked Garibaldi

and the rest of the unit.
As they huddled down and waited out the barrage the whole platoon
now faced the reality that their way off planet had been destroyed and
they were trapped in the middle of somebody elses war with no
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Chapter 17
Earth Dome
Geneva
The offices of the Joint chiefs were deathly silent, the generals and
admirals themselves were in their private little rooms within the
complex, their secretaries and aides keeping a respectful distance. The
normally bustling central office with its scores of press officers,
interpreters, data analysts and liaisons was equally silent, just the
steady ticking of a clock reminding the observer that this was not
some strange photograph frozen in time.
A sudden flurry of movement gathered the attention of the central
room, a hundred eyes turned to watch General Denisov walking
purposefully from his office with his aide half running behind clutching
an armful of papers and folders. The one thing that everyone noticed
was the Generals expression, a reflection of what they all felt, it was a
look of deep concern mixed with a terrible anger and determination. It
was a rare event for an Earth force ship to go missing, accidents were
very infrequent occurrences ant the thought that a ship as famously
dependable as the Persephone could suffer neglect was unthinkable.
Everyone in that building was convinced the ship had been attacked,
and General Denisov was one of them. He and his staff were preparing
for war.
Mr President, at 7:43 Earth Standard time Sector command for the
Third fleet at Orion lost contact with the EAS Persephone in the Tirrith
Star system.
President Hauser sat quietly and took in General Denisovs report. His
office was occupied by the General, the Vice President, Secretary of
State Brogan and Director Durban of the EIA, the most powerful
individuals in the alliance and in this situation completely helpless.
Despite the central heating the November chill cut into the President,
the warm wooden tones of the room growing more sickly as realization
gripped his throat and began squeezing, shortening his breath and
binding his lungs.
At approximately the same time, Denisov continued, Brakiri
information channels broadcast that a Dilgar battle fleet lead by
Warmaster Jhadur had begun a full scale invasion of Tirrith. No further
news has been received from that sector, all channels are being
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scan. At this time we have to assume the Persephone did not leave the
system in time and has been destroyed.
The Dilgar destroyed one of our ships? Brogan half asked half stated
with rising anger in his voice.
That remains to be seen. Durban answered curtly, knowing full well
that this was directly linked to Brogans bid for power and influence. If
were lucky the ship has taken damage to its comms systems and is
just unable to answer hails.
And the worst case scenario? Hauser queried.
The ship was captured. Durban said. To be a prisoner of Warmaster
Jhadur he tailed off, theyd all read reports on her activities at Alaca
and Balos. It would be a fate worse than death.
We need to know what happened. Hauser said firmly. One of our
ships is missing and we must make every effort to retrieve the crew.
Or the electorate will crucify us. Brogan sighed.
No Secretary! Hauser snapped. Because we sent that ship into
danger and we will damn well get it out! This isnt about public
relations, its about saving lives and doing our duty to the people!
The room remained silent for a few moments after the Presidents
outburst, Brogan retreating deeper into his lush chair with slight
shame and a wound to his pride. His political maneuvering to put the
Earth Alliance in the middle of the Dilgar crisis had worked in a
fashion, and now Earth was caught in an extremely delicate position.
If the ship is at Tirrith, what sort of rescue forces would be needed?
Hauser spoke again.
Well Mr President the Dilgar are there in force, Denisov explained.
According to the Brakiri they have about a thousand ships of unknown
capabilities. If we went in and demanded a full explanation wed need
at least the entire Third fleet, six hundred warships currently stationed
at Orion colony. Needless to say this could trigger a war.
The other option is a covert force. Director Durban offered.
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undetected, and any force we send apart from a full fleet would be
outgunned and might be deemed provocative.
Provocation be damned! Brogan raised his voice. They shot down an
Earth cruiser! How is that not provocation to us?
Depends what the ship was doing there, Mr Brogan. Durban said
icily. You pushed for that mission, the blame for this lies squarely with
you and your lap dog Clark!
Gentlemen! Hauser interrupted. This isnt the time, we need to
focus on the matter at hand, retrieving the Persephone.
Well first Mr President Id recommend trying to find out if there is
anything left to rescue. Durban said grimly. We can send a scout
ship to the edge of the system, it can try and locate the Persephones
transponder, or its disaster beacon.
General? the President looked for confirmation.
We have the Oracle class EAS Delphi standing by, itll be far enough
away to avoid interception. It wont tell us what happened but it will
let us know if we need to send a rescue mission.
Make it happen. Hauser said. And then put all ships on DefCon
three, make your plans for a full scale incursion. If the Dilgar are
holding our people, and if their forces are too great and they wont
release them, then it is an act of war.
Mr President, we are not ready for an interstellar conflict. Denisov
warned.
Hopefully the threat of force will be enough to convince the Dilgar to
back down, correct Mr Durban? the President asked.
Possibly, they are fighting a lot of enemies. The EIA director
guessed. But they are also prideful warriors and would not forget our
actions. Theres no two ways about it, this is going to destroy the
minute amount of diplomacy we had with the Dilgar. Either theyve
destroyed our ship, or well be forced to send a battlegroup to confront
them for their return.
Hauser settled into his chair, his eyes were noticeably darker and tired
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presidency and cause the 2232 elections to be disastrous for his party
and his option for a second term in office. But more importantly
Hauser felt for the Persephone crew, hed sent them out there to find
out if the Dilgar were a threat to the Earth alliance and now he faced
the possibility that he had sent them to their deaths. His humanity told
him to do something.
Mr Brogan, I want State talking to the Dilgar.
Excuse me Mr President? the older man frowned. You want dialogue
with them?
Thats right. If we can negotiate the return of our people, or at least
get news on what happened through diplomatic channels it will
prevent more human lives being risked. Hauser paused. I dont know
what games you are playing Harry, but youve got a job to do and if
you have to crawl on your knees to get our people back, then you
better be prepared to do it.
Yes Mr President. He didnt sound enthusiastic.
And if that doesnt work General?
I can have the Third fleet ready in a few hours, they are already on
alert. The Chairman of the Joint chiefs replied.
Lets hope it doesnt come to it. The President said. We cant afford a
war, but the Dilgar cant afford to make another enemy. All we need to
do is convince them that the cost to them will be far greater than the
cost to us. Go to your jobs gentlemen, and never lose sight of why we
are doing this. The men and women of the Persephone are counting on
us to bring them home.
Tirrith.
Anyone else remember me saying the Abbai job was too risky? Paul
Calendar groaned as he stood up from the chair at the front of the
shuttle. You all remember that right?
Yes boss, Toby said. You remind us every time we have a life or
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Which happens quite a lot these days. Paul continued. Were

freighter crew, our main concern should be dying of boredom, not
dodging Dilgar battleships!
The air in the shuttle was dark with smoke, the front of the craft
seemed to have dug into the ground during the less than gentle
landing and the forward windows were covered by dirt and stones
blocking out any natural light. The craft had a pronounced forward list
requiring the crew to walk uphill towards the back of the shuttle and
the main exit which did not help their already strained muscles and
aching bones as they scrambled from their chairs.
Okay everyone, wait in here for a minute. Paul grabbed some
binoculars and opened the rear hatch, it hissed with a sharp release of
gas as the pistons fired, then dropped un-powered with a loud thump
to the ground. Ill check out the area, Jors go break out the supplies.
Cautiously Paul peered out of the hatch, he glanced to and fro but saw
nothing other than empty green fields and a slowly darkening sky.
Gradually he stepped down from his wrecked shuttle, the metal of the
hatch groaning on its hinges as he shifted his weight across it and into
the balmy air. He listened carefully but heard nothing beside the
steady hiss of some broken lines on the shuttle, the chemically
pungent odor of coolant stinging his nose and eyes and forcing him to
move away out into the open air. Walking to the front of the shuttle he
clambered up onto the half submerged nose and walked up the
fuselage to get a better view of wherever they were, there was
something very unnerving about being here but he couldnt quite put
his finger on it.
Anything up there boss? he heard Toby whisper harshly from the
hatchway.
Dont think so. Paul answered as he scanned the area methodically
with the Binoculars. I can see the spare parts yard, the place we were
heading for, but nothing else.
So Jors dropped us in the right place? Toby grinned. Cool, but I
think he broke the Shuttle.
Yeah, well maybe Demin kept some at his yard to haul supplies, I bet
he wont mind us borrowing one. It occurred to Paul that the Tirrithan
merchant was probably dead, along with his shop staff on the orbital
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he couldnt let himself be overwhelmed with such sad images right

now. This place is empty, nothing to the horizon on all sides except
the yard.
He clambered down and joined Toby outside the hatch. Jors, you find
the stuff? he called into the dark shuttle interior.
Yeah, its all here. The big Swede emerged dragging two large chests
behind him. He stepped out of the ruined ship and dropped the chests
out in the setting sun away from the hatch. It all survived intact, not
like the Shuttle.
Complete write off? Paul checked.
Between the crash and that Dilgar fighter, yeah its history. Jors
shrugged.
Well Demins yard is about two miles away, we might find some stuff
there. Paul suggested. Break open the crates.
Jors and Toby took a chest each, opening the coded logs on the thick
metal boxes and opening the lids. Inside were the survival packs Paul
had ensured they had available for just such an emergency, he
reached in and began distributing the contents.
Breather masks. He handed them to the team. Keep these close,
you know how the Dilgar have a thing for chemicals and stuff.
Its not full NBC gear. Jenny frowned. What if they deploy something
thats absorbed through the skin?
Then I guess we die horribly. TKoth smiled. Im glad I ignored my
brothers advice to join the Narn Navy.
If it happens it happens. Paul said with finality. Until it does we can
try to run. Next up, kit bags crammed with Earth Force ration packs,
good old MREs.
Whats MRE stand for? TKoth frowned.
Meals rejected by the enemy. Toby answered smugly. What does
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It tells me the enemy werent stranded in the middle of an invasion.

Paul snapped. Now shut up and take a sack. He grabbed the next
item. M-19 10mm assault rifle, thatll belong to you Jors. The big
man was the only one who could comfortably handle the shocking
recoil of the old Earth force infantry weapon, a failed attempt to create
a weapon powerful enough to defeat modern body armor and the
heavier alien anatomies.
Good as new. He checked the chamber, then hefted the combat
harness loaded with the large bullets for the weapon.
Toby, Jenny. Paul took two smaller weapons about the size of the
newer Earth PPG weapons. Standard assault rifles, should be enough
to deal with any Dilgar who give us trouble.
You expecting trouble? Jenny questioned.
They shot us down without any warning. Paul said, taking a third
weapon for himself. And they fired on that Earth Force cruiser, I dont
think theyll worry about shooting us first. He found the last weapon
from one of the chests. TKoth, automatic Shot gun. Enjoy.
Each of the crew members were now loaded up with food, water,
atmospheric breathers and weapons. How long theyd last against a
Dilgar patrol wasnt something Paul wanted to think about, but they
should deter looters and bandits taking advantage of the breakdown of
law and order in the midst of the invasion.
We make for the yard, grab parts for the Race and then take a shuttle
up when the skies clear. Are we all understanding this plan? Paul
checked, a chorus of agreement answering him. We do this fast and
quiet, then we get out of here. This isnt the best place to be but were
all still breathing, so lets keep it that way. Come on, daylights
wasting.
Elsewhere
The constant thunder of explosions had diminished to just a few
random blasts now and again coupled with the occasional roaring
engine or screeching missile passing overhead. Garibaldi and the rest
of the unit were still covering in the gully for what had seemed like
hours but in truth had been mere minutes, the Dilgar assault was a
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Sounds like theyve begun targeting elsewhere. Sergeant Sosobowski

commented. Private Garibaldi, take a look.
With some effort Garibaldi shifted his position and lifted up his rifle
over the rim of the gully. The weapons scope was linked directly to his
helmet systems so in a corner of his visor display he could se the feed
from the PPG scope which in battle would have let him fire on an
enemy without looking at them directly.
Im not seeing any movement Sarge. He reported. Not a thing.
Alright, Private Conner, follow me. Sosobowski stood. The rest of
you stay low. He leapt up and over the gully edge and darted towards
the raging fires stated by the attack, heading specifically for the
former command post for the Platoon.
Freddy? Bugs tugged Garibaldis shoulders. What happened to the
refugee camp?
Its gone man. He said flatly. Totally wasted.
Each of the soldiers had their visors locked down in an airtight seal
masking their faces, but Garibaldi could guess what the Platoons
expressions would be: shock and disbelief just like he was feeling.
What the hell did they do that for! Bugs exclaimed. Those are
refugees Freddy!
How the hell do I know? Garibaldi snapped. This whole thing is way
beyond what I can understand. Damn alien wars, its just about killing
everything, it doesnt make sense!
You two, knock it off. Sergeant Sosobowski said gruffly as he
returned. Remember your training and keep calm. He assured them,
then knelt down at the edge of the Gully and examined the platoon
checking their names and status as it was displayed on his enhanced
helmet sensor systems. Can you all hear me?
Yes Sergeant. Garibaldi answered along with the other expectant
soldiers.
Alright, this is what happened. The Lieutenant is gone, he bought it
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leadership. Im assuming command with Privates Garibaldi and Conner

as seconds, turn to earn those single stripes your wearing.
Garibaldi reluctantly fingered the fabric on his upper sleeve, the mark
of a First class private and a few hundred extra credits a year was
supposed to make him more responsible. Instead he just wanted to
run and never turn back.
The shuttle is also totaled and I cant find the pilots. They too are
likely dead, meaning we have no immediate way off this rock. Sighs
greeted that information. Also we have no contact with the
Persephone, and after the attack it should have tried to raise us. We
have to assume its been destroyed.
So were stuck here Sarge? Bugs asked on the Platoons behalf.
Until we find our own way off. Sosobowski answered confidently.
We have two options, first we find a transmitter to signal Earth force
for extraction. Second, we try and hijack a shuttle from a local port or
if need be a Dilgar craft and sneak past the gate.
Wed also want a pilot. Garibaldi added.
Correct. The Sergeant nodded. None of these things will be found in
this gully. Grab your gear, pick up as many food rations from the
supplies we were bringing to the refugees as you can, then assemble
by squad and prepare to move out.
The green clad troops moved quickly under their sergeants eyes and
leapt up onto the blasted ground that a few minutes before had been
lush green grass. Trying to ignore the thick black smoke and orange
fires that turned dusk into a strange play of orange light and dancing
shadows the platoon made for the abandoned food pallets and began
taking handfuls of ready meals. Dazed survivors watched them quietly,
too deep in shock to do much else. The Soldiers took what they could,
making sure there was ample left for when the survivors came around
for whatever good it would do them.
Sergeant. Garibaldi made sure only Sosobowski could read his
signal. Where should we head for?
There are two major spaceports nearby. Sosobowski replied. Check
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one seemed to be where most of the incoming fire went earlier, I

doubt well find anything workable there so we go for the further one.
Its a long hike Sarge, especially with Dilgar crawling all over the
area.
I know, well have to keep a very low profile and move with caution.
Its going to take us days to travel that far, maybe weeks, but were
out of options.
Yeah Sarge, doesnt look too good.
It wont get better standing around. Sosobowski snorted. The Dilgar
arent looking for us or even expecting us, that gives us the
advantage. Lets get out of here and go home. He switched channels
to include the Platoon. First squad, move on point, second squad,
flanks. Weve got places to be Gropos, lets get to it!
Garibaldi adjusted the weight of the rebreather and the pack on his
back and checked his rifle was primed but safe. The troops around him
began to move off in widely spaced groups constantly scanning for
trouble and focusing on their roles within the platoon, not considering
where they might end up a few days from now, or whether any of
them would get off this planet. With a final look of sadness he turned
his back on the burning camp and wished a silent prayer of luck for the
surviving refugees, he wasnt a religious man but they needed all the
help they could get. In truth he realized that despite the rifle in his
hands he and the platoon were just as helpless.
The sky above darkened from day to night, and away from the
billowing smoke Garibaldi could see a thousand shooting stars glowing
brightly in the sky, each one an assault shuttle packed with Dilgar
soldiers intent on enslaving the people of this world and turning it into
a military supply base. Red Platoon marched on in silence as the sky
fell upon them.
Narn Homeworld.
Representative GKar stormed into the diplomatic offices behind the
main meeting place of the Khari with a dark look on his face. In the
offices he found representative TaKai stood beside one of the small slit
windows that characterized the armored building, like most Narn
structures it was more of a fortress than anything else, and of course if
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You! he accused the female Narn. When did you learn of this?
Picking up quite a storm outside. The former teacher said calmly.
Once our climate was temperate, now we cling to the deserts and
endure these storms that are but one more legacy of the Centauri.
One more reason for revenge.
QQuonth has ordered the fleet to prepare for war. GKar snarled.
He is sending ships to seize Gorash without consulting the full
assembly of the Khari!
So he is, I wonder what the Centauri will do?
I dont think theyll be welcomed with fine Brivari and bouquets of
flowers! the male grimaced. The Centauri are still more than a match
for us, this will result in war and defeat!
Calm down GKar, your spots will merge. TaKai teased. The
Centauri will back down, their Emperor is too weak for war.
And I thought there were no Narn telepaths! GKar sneered. I can
think of no other way you would know the Emperors mind!
Relax, Im sure the great leader knows what he is doing.
GKar gave his colleague a curious look. A few weeks ago you wanted
GQuonth out of the Khari so you could assume his place. Now you are
backing him? Why this sudden change of heart?
TaKai shrugged. It is the duty of Narns to stand together in a time of
crisis.
And when did you start putting others before ambition? I know you
TaKai, you wouldnt do this if you didnt seek to gain from it.
I remember that you GKar wanted to see the Narn expand into
Centauri space. TaKai grinned. That you supported GQounths
dealings.
It is not so much the fleet that concerns me, it is the fact he acted
without consulting the Khari! GKar fumed. War with the Centauri
will come, and our fury will give us victory but it must be decided by
all of us. You opposed the principle of invading the Centauri at first,
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Its complicated.
No, I suspect its very easy. GKar narrowed his gaze. If GQuonth
succeeds and the Centauri relinquish the Gorash system you can claim
you supported the action and gain favor with our great leaders. If on
the other hand it fails you already have plans laid to exploit GQuonths
failure for your own ends. My compliments.
TaKai gave him an amused look. I said that when the time came you
could still join me, you too can profit from this GKar. She turned to
face him, stepping close to the tall Narn. I have always had a
fondness for you, I think your talents could be very useful to me.
I am truly impressed TaKai, your ambition has no limits, and it
appears your morals no beginning. He smiled back. There may come
a day when you and I are on the same side, but it is not today. This
will lead to war with the Centauri, perhaps it will be over in one battle,
perhaps we will see Narn burned beneath our feet. Whatever the
result, I will stand by the Khari and not against them for myself.
You wont get far in politics with that attitude GKar. She said firmly,
giving him a last look from head to toe. Still, my offer is still open,
you have certain attributes I find intriguing. She smiled smartly. You
know where to find me.
GKar watched her leave with mixed feelings, he desired power and
she could give it to him. TaKai was the best politician he knew and
would easily claw her way to the top using her wits and her more
physical charms, and if she thought GKar was a useful ally hed be
dragged up with her. But somewhere he could hear his conscience
speaking to him in the voice of his father extolling him to put the
people first, and telling him to punish the Centauri and make Narn
strong.
A fleet would arrive at Gorash in a few hours, and then they would
know the resolve of the Centauris new Emperor. The flames of war
were spreading fast, burning through the League worlds like an orange
storm, and now they were reaching his home. GKar hoped his people
were powerful enough to force the crisis to work for them, if not it
would surely consume them as surely as it had the Alacans, Balosians
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Chapter 18
Dilgar Strike fleet, Tirrith.
The holographic representation of the Persephone spun slowly in the
darkened room, as the time stamp advanced the image turned its
guns and began firing blue pulses of plasma at an unknown target.
Jhadur knew of course that it was a Dilgar cruiser, but right now she
was intent on monitoring exactly what the Earth cruiser did, watching
the ships every tiny course change, its rates of fire, its interceptor
grid, everything.
The door to her quarters opened briefly, a wall of white light causing
the image to fade for a moment until the doors closed shut once more.
Warmaster. Captain Anjash spoke up. I have good news.
It had better be very good. Jhadur said softly. I ordered you not to
disturb me. She had learnt that unlike Warmaster Lenchar she didnt
have to harden her voice to make people nervous, it was far better to
veil the threat in sweetness.
Weve recovered the data recorder for the Earth ship. Anjash said
triumphantly. It is intact.
Excellent! Jhadur felt like laughing. Well done Captain, have you
had chance to analyze it yet?
No Warmaster, we found it on the planets surface presumably it was
caught in the gravity well when the cruiser ejected it. Our patrols have
taken it to our temporary headquarters on planet.
It is imperative we recover the data in that recorder. Jhadur
expressed. Itll have maps of human space, specific information on
their weapons and training programmers and most importantly it will
have recorded every order and response given by the crew, every
word they said is in that device. She stared fixedly at the holographic
ship, weapons fire struck its side which in turn made it just fire back
with even greater fury. I want that information Captain.
Yes Warmaster. The data is well encrypted, surprisingly so in fact, but
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Ill have a specialist flown in from Omelos. Jhadur nodded. This

information could prove vital to the war effort.
I have other news on the humans. Anjash continued, gaining the
Warmasters full attention. They have opened communication with our
government, they want to know what happened to their ship.
Of course they do. Jhadur gave a thin smile. And if they dont
receive an answer they will send a ship to investigate, perhaps even a
fleet to demand their vessel be returned.
It would mean war, a war we are better able to fight than them.
Captain, Jhadur shook her head slightly. You are smarter than this,
never judge an enemy before meeting them in battle. We dont know
how skilled these humans are, thats why we need the data recorder to
see what we may be fighting in a few years.
They have primitive ships, they were just lucky here. Anjash said
confidently.
I am sure thats what Commander Trell thought before her ship
experienced this. Jhadur pointed to the hologram, it showed the EA
ship soaking up fire from a Dilgar cruiser and blasting clean through
with its own weapons, the plasma rounds tearing off into deep space.
Dont underestimate them, just get the data.
What shall I say happened to the Cruiser, in case central command
asks?
Ive made a full report, its up to Lenchar to lie to the humans about
what happened. Jhadur sneered. Pray he never has to fight such an
enemy, theyll be at Omelos in a week. With a sigh she turned off the
holographic projector. Hell probably say it was an accident, they were
caught in a crossfire and there were no survivors.
Do you think they will believe us?
Maybe. Jhadur shrugged. It doesnt matter, its Lenchars job, not
mine. If they show up with warships this is Dilgar territory and they
will be trespassing, then it becomes my responsibility to convince
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One last thing Warmaster, Anjash smiled in amusement. We caught

this intercept from Brakiri news services, I think youll find it
entertaining. She produced a data crystal and handed it to Jhadur.
Whats it about?
You Warmaster. Anjash bowed. I will check on the progress of our
ground forces.
With her curiosity peaked she placed the crystal in the port and
activated the flat screen beside her. She was greeted by a Brakiri
female outside the Krona building where the government was in
session listening to a report from Ambassador Brocat. She gave a
quick summary of the Dilgar commander, none other than Jhadur
herself, and quoted the Ambassadors speech.
When describing Warmaster Jhadur, the reporter addressed the
camera. Ambassador Brocat referred to the mythical Deathwalker
comparing the destruction she has wrought to the legend of
End program. Jhadur commanded. Search records for references to
Deathwalker in Brakiri legend.
The computer began running through the cultural files, Jhadur was
careful to ensure her command had full reference to the histories and
major legends of their enemies in order to try and understand how
they thought and what sort of society had produced her opponents.
Knowledge had always been something she had prized, no less
important to her life as Warmaster than it was to her life as a scientist
and it was that scientific scrutiny that she felt had given here such
success in battle. The computer chimed, indicating the search was
over.
Deathwalker. It said flatly. Mythical female said to be the bringer of
death within Brakiri tradition. Deathwalker lived in the darkness
between the stars and would sometimes descend on a flaming comet
to sow disaster among the population. The black robed Deathwalker
and flaming comet are prominent symbols of death among Brakiri.
Jhadur enjoyed a brief chuckle, she had always believed death was
her companion, and had worked hard to make it her servant. If the
Brakiri wanted to call her Deathwalker she would not discourage it,
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more physical weapons. It certainly had an appealing sound to it, very

appealing.
Tirrith.
Garibaldi checked his watch, they had about half an hour until daylight
and needed to find somewhere to take cover. They didnt know if the
Dilgar were aware of them but it made sense that recon flights would
be going overhead to look for Tirrithan military units and if they
spotted the EA soldiers nobody thought theyd just be left alone.
Moving at night was safer, the standard combat gear they each wore
was good enough to hold local air temperature instead of absorbing
and passing on the body heat of the wearer, so they were all but
undetectable to most IR or heat scans, it was just being spotted from
a spy satellite in broad daylight that really concerned them. That and
Dilgar armed patrols.
Sergeant Sosobowski was currently checking out a small town which
looked completely deserted, everywhere seemed deserted. None of the
soldiers had seen or heard another living thing since starting their
journey, no people, no animals, no birds. The silence was deeply
disturbing, only the occasionally gust of wind rustling the leaves of
nearby trees sought to disturb the cold serenity of the countryside
around them. The weather was perfect but each of them was still
tightly sealed in their helmet and gear getting recycled air from their
rebreather packs and watching the tactical displays on their helmet
visors isolated from the reality of the pleasant day about to open up in
dazzling sunshine above.
Reds, this is One. Copy? a voice said on the platoon frequency,
Garibaldi recognized is as Sosobowski.
Copy. Garibaldi replied on the units behalf.
Area clear. Move by sections and form on my position. By the book
Reds.
Copy. On our way. Garibaldi replied, then sent the platoon moving in
groups of four towards the town, each group watching for trouble and
covering each other as they moved quickly and silently towards the
small town. As Garibaldi looked for threats on the way in he once
again noticed how completely silent it was, the town itself appeared
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sweep for targets and then formed on the Sergeants position in the
town centre.
Didnt see anything Sarge. Garibaldi reported. No movement on our
sensors either.
This place is deserted. Sosobowski grunted. The government must
have evacuated it. Alright, go find a place to get some rest. Split the
squads into different houses, half sleep, half watch.
I wish we had some sentry guns. Garibaldi sighed. Set them up in a
doorway and itd stop anyone surprising us.
We aint that lucky. Sosobowski said flatly. Get your squad tucked
down on the right side of the street, Ill have Conner put his people on
the left.
Yes sarge. Garibaldi didnt salute, it was forbidden on deployment in
case the enemy were watching and trying to find officers and leaders
to target. He headed off to his eight person squad which was crouched
along the side of the street.
Freddy, whats up here? Bugs asked as he arrived. Whered
everyone go?
They must have evacuated. He answered. Were taking up residence
in this building here, he pointed to a tall stone structure, number one
section get some sleep, number two section get up to the top floor and
keep an eye out, four hour rotation.
The squad divided and moved quickly, the first pair through the door
quickly moving left and right through the room and checking it was
clear before the rest followed on and repeated the process throughout
the building. Clear. Bugs reported, followed by more confirmations
as each room was methodically investigated.
Okay squad, you have your orders. If you need me Ill be with the
Sarge. Garibaldi informed them. Sweet dreams people.
He stepped out of the building, the sun just coming up over the
horizon and beginning to shed light on the small dwellings. He moved
quickly to a large building in the town centre surrounded by trees and
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place for the community, his tactical readings said Sergeant

Sosobowski and Private Conner were already inside.
Sergeant, were all his words ended as he entered the building, its
interior was filled with unmoving bodies covering the large floor within
the building. What? he gasped.
Im guessing its the towns occupants. Sosobowski said with slow
deliberation keeping his voice at a forced even tone. I cant see any
weapons or uniforms.
Theyre dead? Garibaldi spluttered. The whole town?
Looks like. Sosobowski replied, his face was hidden by his visor but
was likely grim in expression. Theres no weapons fire or evidence of
violence, it looks like they were poisoned.
Those fighters which keep making low level passes, Conner said
quietly. They must be spreading Biological agents across the
countryside.
We havent seen anything alive since we started walking. Garibaldi
realized. Holy hell, theyve infected everything!
One to Platoon. Sosobowski opened a channel. Under no
circumstances remove your breathers or break any seals, full NBC
protocols.
Why didnt it show up on our air sensors? Conner asked. Shouldnt
we know the area is contaminated?
Maybe the air clears fast, could be safe to remove the gear by now.
Garibaldi said, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. Of maybe
Dilgar chemical agents dont register as dangerous.
Doesnt matter, we play safe. The Sergeant said conclusively.
Helmets stay sealed, use your nutrition drinks for energy, suck it
through your helmets filter tubes.
Great. Conner shuddered. Makes the tasteless taste even less.
Quit complaining. Sosobowski said firmly This aint the place to fret
about life, not after seeing this. He remained quiet for a moment, the
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incursion and Mars rebellion, he was a lifer and a role model for the
Battalion NCOs to follow. He never faltered, rarely smiled on duty,
never laughed, in fact he showed no emotion at all. In the moment of
silence Garibaldi had to wonder whether the old soldier was going to
shed a tear or speak with a faltering voice.
Head back to your squads. Sosobowski said firmly. Nobody comes in
here.
Yes Sarge. The two First class privates obeyed, leaving the place.
Whoever they were they had tried to shelter together in a futile
attempt to prevent the inevitable, all it allowed was for them to die
together.
Do you think the Dilgar know theyre killing civilians? Conner asked
as he and Garibaldi walked across the town square.
I dont think they care. He answered truthfully. I think they might
actually want to kill civilians.
Seriously? Damn Freddy, what the hell are we getting into here?
I dunno Will, but I really wanna get out of here. Despite the warmth
Garibaldi shivered. Just get back home.
I hear that. Conner agreed. This is fubar, I hope the Sarge is right
about a rescue coming in.
Hes gotta be, no way Earth force would just leave us here. Garibaldi
said assuredly. We just gotta be ready for it, thats all. Home by
Christmas Will, keep that thought in you head man. Home by
Christmas.
Home by Christmas. Will Conner repeated. See you in four hours
Freddy.
They slapped each others shoulders then headed for their separate
buildings. At the centre of town Sergeant Sosobowski finished uttering
a quiet prayer in his native Polish, then closed and locked the door of
the town hall leaving its occupants in final peace.
Orion Colony
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A few weeks ago the space surrounding the colony had been filled with
warships, a few dozen cruisers, dreadnoughts and escorts tasked with
bolstering the defense of this distant world and its sizeable population
against threats from neighboring worlds. It had been one of the largest
gatherings of military power in recent memory this far from Earth, and
since that time those ships had been replaced by newer arrivals. If the
first group was considered large, the second group was
unprecedented. Several hundred vessels were spread throughout local
space as part of a full scale fleet deployment from the home systems
to the frontier. No reason had been given but it seemed obvious to
everyone that it was in response to what was now known on ISN as
the Persephone incident. The ships were replenishing from the orbital
stations and taking a final few days of shore leave before the headed
off to Altair and the last Earth controlled star system before the
League. There was an unspoken certainty that after leaving Orion
these ships would be sent to Tirrith to recover their lost sister.
Jason Sterns was part of the fleet serving as First officer onboard the
EAS Lexington. Like the rest of the crew he had grimly watched
reports on ISN as news leaked that one of their ships was overdue on
patrol and shared the same worries and apprehensions as the vessel
was named as the Persephone, part of the same squadron the
Lexington led. Vice Admiral Thornhill had been on the sector command
station for the best part of a day debating with Admiral Hamato what
the best form of action would be, and Sterns knew his squadron
commander would be screaming at the top of her lungs to be
unleashed on the Tirrith system to tear through anyone who sought to
imprison her officers and crew.
Three more ships just joined the group. Communications officer
Derrick reported. That must be all our patrols.
Looks like. Commander Sterns nodded his dark features in
appreciation. Its a battle fleet. Weve got to be going in, weve got
to.
The Lexington was flagship of the 9th cruiser squadron, six ships
under Thornhill including the Persephone. The whole of the Alliance
was concerned for the well being of their missing ship but the feelings
of this group in particular were much more pronounced, they had
trained and lived beside each other for months, even years among the
veterans until they had the kind of bonds only the military can form,
the reliance and knowledge that your life is dependant on somebody
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DeVierre with his safety, and he knew the Persephone crew would
have total faith that the rest of the 9th Squadron would be there for
them in a fight. Only they werent, and now she was missing presumed
lost. Sterns only thought was that he should have been there with
them, that if the Lexington had the Persephones back then there
would be one more cruiser circling Orion today.
Commander, message from Admiral Thornhill, Derrick spoke up.
She tells us to put on ISN and send it through the ship.
Make it happen Lieutenant. Sterns said, then found the station on his
small side monitor which usually relayed tactical data. He saw a female
reporter stood in a press conference, the podium behind her bearing
the seal of the President.
Weve had word the President is on his way. The reporter said. In
fact, there, the President! she pointed to the grey haired man in an
immaculate suit as he walked to the podium.
I will be making a brief statement, Hauser said calmly. Then
General Denisov will answer your questions.
To Sterns the President seemed awkward, hed always come across as
confident in public speaking and was usually totally at ease under the
bright lights of digital cameras and the silent thrumming of the
hovering news lenses. Whatever he was going to say he had been
affected by it, and that didnt bode well. Sterns already knew what he
would say, the Persephone was gone.
My fellow humans of the Alliance, this is a difficult time for us all and
we must bear this sad news. As reported one of our ships was missing
on patrol, it is my duty to inform you that the EAS Persephone has
been destroyed with all her crew.
The gasps of the press corps were echoed across the breadth of the
Alliance, from the cruisers of the 9th to the citizens on Luna and Sirius
colony.
The families of those onboard are currently being notified and we will
release the names of her crew after all relatives have been informed. I
extend my personal sympathies to them and I know I speak for the
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Sterns took a look over his shoulder, the whole crew were watching
their screens all showing the same sombre image. The President
looked like he was attending a funeral in his dark attire, perhaps
appropriately. Each of the bridge officers were wondering the same
thing and the President continued with the answer.
The Persephone was delivering humanitarian aid to refugees in the
League system of Tirrith where it was caught in the war between the
League and the Dilgar. In an official message from Dilgar high
command they explain the vessel was caught in a crossfire when
League vessels fired on a Dilgar unit coming under a flag of truce to
request the surrender of the system. We have heard nothing from the
League on this matter, and there has been no communication from
Tirrith.
The President looked down and imperceptibly sighed, an image which
was beamed to billions of people who shared that same sense of loss.
Few of them had heard of the Persephone, and of them only a fraction
knew any of her crew, but the grief of her loss touched each person
who saw their President bend for an instant under the weight of
responsibility.
We offer our prayers for the crew, and our thoughts to the families.
There is a great war raging beyond our borders, and today that war
has claimed one of our own. We remember them. Thank you.
The President stepped aside in silence and headed away back towards
his offices within Earth Dome, the usual barrage of questions and
comments notably absent as he disappeared to be replaced by General
Denisov. I will take a few questions. He said bluntly.
General, the ISN reporter spoke first. Are you positive there were
no survivors?
We are. He said flatly. Visual evidence of the ships remains was
provided by the Dilgar, nothing could have survived.
Could the Dilgar have taken our crew? Reports from the League say
the Dilgar are murderous fighters.
We have no evidence for that. Denisov replied. Our policy is to
remain uninvolved in this war.
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We have no one to retaliate against.

General, Carol Songster, BBC. What do you say to the growing
movement for intervention in the war on behalf of the League?
Its not my place to decide on whether the Alliance will intervene, but
I can say the President and most of the Senate favors neutrality and
believes the war will fizzle out in the next few months as the Dilgar
consolidate their gains.
Will the Dilgar attack Earth?
No, never. Denisov said firmly. The day an alien battlefleet arrives
above Earth is the day after the last Earth force ship has been
destroyed. The Dilgar concern us but they have not threatened us and
gain nothing by attacking Earth space. One way or another we are all
perfectly safe.
All except the crew of the Persephone, Sterns thought. With deep
sadness he resolved never to forget the friends he had made among
that ships crew, and if he had the chance he would make sure their
loss was given meaning, and if necessary revenge.
Mars
Sophia stood beside the gate of the school, like most Martian buildings
it was a simple blocky construct built for strength rather than beauty.
If the dome overhead were to fail the school had the ability to seal
itself shut and protect the children inside for up to a week before help
arrived, it was a great reassurance to Sophia to know her most
treasured belonging was safe even out of her sight.
Did you see the President? She overheard two other mothers talking
beside her. That ship from the news was destroyed.
Its awful. Her companion shook her head. They didnt have a
chance.
Not for the first time Sophia felt a shiver. The air was an artificially
controlled 70 degrees but she still found herself suddenly cold once in
a while over the last few days ever since the news story broke. She
knew Alfredo was out there somewhere on a ship, but she didnt know
exactly which one and the possibility that he was on the missing ship
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Mommy! her attention was grabbed by her son meeting her with a
slight scowl. Im twelve mom, you dont have to walk me home from
school! Its embarrassing!
Come on Michael. She said firmly. I have your tea ready at home,
get in the car and stop fussing.
He clambered into the back seat as she activated the silent electric
engine, with a hum the car moved away and began to cross the
gridded streets of the dome.
So what did you learn today? she asked.
We learned about the Centauri. He chirped. There were lots of funny
pictures, you seen those guys hair styles?
Dont mock them. Sophia smiled. Ill show you some hair from our
own past, wait until you see humans from the 1980s, or the 2110s!
They also invaded a lot of people, like the Dilgar.
They taught you about the Dilgar in school? She asked gently. At
your age?
Just a little, that they are at war and thats what the news is about.
Sounds like you learned a lot. His mother said softly.
It was boring. Is Daffy on tonight?
I think so, here we are.
She turned into the driveway of the apartment block they lived in
along with dozens of other families from the nearby military base at
the courtesy of the taxpayer. The homes were spacious as far as the
Martian average went though considered tiny by Earth standards, it
was enough for Sophia and her family. Filling the driveway were four
military cars, their green color and stenciled registrations a rare sight
on Mars. She pulled up in her space and opened the door of her car.
Sophias heart was pounding fast, it had to be more than coincidence
that the military were visiting the family apartments the same hour as
the President announced the loss of that cruiser. She felt her throat
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Whats all that about? he asked.

I dont know. Maybe theyre organizing something. She said trying to
hold an even tone.
Like a party?
Maybe. She smiled. They headed for the door to their apartment and
from the corner of her eye Sophia noted two senior officers watching
her. As she reached the door they walked forward and she closed her
eyes tight.
Michael, go inside now. She said gently, clicking the lock open with
her data card. Daffy will be on soon, Ill just talk to these nice men.
Okay Mom, but hurry up, I need something to eat. He darted inside
and Sophia shut the door behind him, turning to face the two officers
who had stopped a respectful distance behind her.
Sophia Garibaldi? one asked to which she nodded, completely unable
to speak for the dryness in her throat. We regret to inform you
She didnt hear the rest of the officers speech, her legs collapsed
beneath her and she slid with her back to the door down as if she had
been shot. She couldnt even manage to cry, the force of the emotion
punching so deep within her it transcended feeling. She sat on the
Martian floor and tried to accept what had happened. Her Freddy
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Tirrith Independent Starsystem.
Things were not going well for Paul Calendar, after walking to the
collection of junk which masqueraded as a spare parts yard for
starships in the hope of finding a shuttle and a way off Tirrith they had
in fact found nothing but scorch marks and empty hangers. Whatever
craft Demin had kept to ship around his parts they had all gone, stolen
or destroyed in all probability.
So much for that brilliant plan. Toby muttered as he looked around a
pile of rusted parts. Guess we could walk to Earth?
Paul ignored him, he was too busy looking back the way they had
come. Their shuttle was sending a thin plume of black smoke high into
the sky and he was beginning to worry about it attracting the wrong
sort of attention. Were not staying long. He announced. Jors, can
we go now?
One minute chief! he shouted from around a corner. I found the
parts we ordered, theyre in great condition.
Makes a change. Toby grimaced at a rusted airtight hatch.
Did you find a truck or something? Paul asked again.
Not exactly. Jors came around the corner wheeling a trolley, it had
four large wheels and a deck for moving heavy items, in this case part
of a flow regulator.
Jors, tell me youre joking. Paul sighed inwardly. We need a truck.
There isnt one. The Swede answered. Now I can push this as far as
we need to.
Its an engine part, it must weigh a ton! Toby pointed.
About three hundred pounds, maybe three fifty. Jors shrugged. I
can manage it.
We bought four of them right? One for each engine. Paul frowned.
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Theyre back there, but we only need one to get us home. We can
buy new ones back on Proxima or Mars.
Weve spent more money on stuff weve left behind than we have on
the ship itself! Toby remarked. I hope the Dilgar enjoy our fuel and
spares!
Alright, button it. Paul snapped. If you can haul that Jors then fine,
well take it but we still need a way off.
Captain, I got an idea. Jenny raised her hand. She hadnt said much
lately, in fact she didnt say much at all which ensured people listened.
We should head for one of the cities, theres one just a few miles
beyond that ridge.
Cities will be teeming with Dilgar, Toby warned. We should stay well
clear.
Maybe an isolated military base or airfield? TKoth suggested.
Something with an airstrip?
It would have been bombed by the Dilgar from orbit, Jenny
defended. Only the ports and strips in the cities are unaffected, they
need them for their own supplies.
So theyll be very well guarded. TKoth said. I was in the resistance
fighting the Centauri, I can tell you from experience this wont end
well.
We dont have much choice, its the only place with spacecraft. Jenny
stated. If we dont try it were stuck and eventually theyll find us. Im
not going to be a Dilgar prisoner.
Me neither. TKoth added firmly. You hear stories about what they
do to people, thats never going to happen to me.
But if we walk into a city full of them, well you see where Im going.
Toby sighed. Were dead.
We can try and sneak in, dress as Tirrithan slave labor perhaps.
Jenny kept on. Captain, unless you have a better idea
Sadly he didnt. Fine, well try it. But if it even looks like trouble,
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Clear. Jenny smiled. If we head south first we can come to the

planets second city from a different direction.
Sounds like a long walk. Toby complained. What about a straight
line?
If they saw the shuttle come down thats where theyll look first.
Jenny said.
Shes right, we should be careful. Agreed TKoth. Swift and
unpredictable. It might just get us out of here.
So gather your gear. Paul slung his rifle onto his shoulder. We
better get started, the sooner we go the sooner we arrive.
That makes no sense. Toby frowned, while Jors gave a good
humored laugh.
And if we do run into trouble and cant escape, save your last bullet.
Paul added darkly. If it comes down to it Ill shoot every one of you
before the Dilgar take you. Consider it a favor.
Well, thanks. Jors offered. But lets try not to get that far gone.
He put his weight behind the trolley with the engine regulator on and
began pushing it down a simple path, the rest of the crew following
around him and remarking on how quiet it was.
Paul took a last look at Demins yard, by now quite convinced that the
Tirrithan owner wasnt coming back. Part of him wanted to torch the
yard to prevent the Dilgar laying their hands on these supplies, but he
recognized that a low profile would help him much more than an act of
passionate spite. The Dilgar were not the usual race of aliens who
showed up, blew up some stuff and then slunk away. They were here
to stay and wouldnt suffer anyone to oppose them.
You coming boss? Jenny called, apparently happier now they were
moving.
With a final look Paul turned his back on the yard and his old wrecked
shuttle and followed the rest of his crew down the path on their long
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Centauri Prime.
It was not lightly that Prime Minister Shorra walked the halls of the
palace towards the e room. Everything in court was set up at the
Emperors convenience, meetings happened when he wanted them,
reports were given to him when he asked it and his private times were
sacred. To interrupt the Emperor was a potentially risky business.
Shorras memory constantly reminded him of the Prime Minister who
had barged in on a past Emperor to report the Orieni attacks, or the
general who spoke to the Emperor out of turn about the Narns. The
heads of those men had been a gruesome warning that protocol was
as much to protect them from the Emperors ire as it was to coddle
their ruler.
He passed through the ornate gates into the silk draped chamber,
opulent perfumes scenting the air and tingling his nostrils as he passed
the royal household guards. Shorra walked straight backed towards
the throne, if Turhan was in a bad mood no sort of pleading or
cowering would matter so he would take whatever came head on. He
stood before the Emperor and bowed low.
Prime Minister. Turhan was reading a report from the economic office
and did not look at Shorra as he spoke. Our meeting is not for three
hours.
Yes Majesty, I humbly apologize.
Turhan turned his head and regarded the Prime Minister, his steady
gaze was both uncomfortable and unfathomable. The Emperor was still
new to the position, barely a few months on the throne and still
settling into his patterns. It was impossible to predict how Turhan
would react to the news Shorra brought and the Centauri had no
qualms about shooting the messenger.
You must have a reason for being here, you are usually more aware
of protocol.
Yes Majesty, our beacons have detected a large Narn fleet in
hyperspace heading for our borders.
Turhan remained unreadable. Theyre heading for Gorash?
Yes majesty. Shorra hid his surprise, Turhan was renowned as a
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had become Emperor. They will be there in two hours. Admiral

Malachi has a battlegroup
I am aware of our forces deployment Prime Minister. Turhan
interrupted.
Of course, my apologies Majesty.
The Narn seek to take the system, it is of little real value, few
resources and not much of a colony. Turhan said. Tell me why we
should send our people to die for it?
I would not presume to
You may speak freely, I want to hear your truthful opinions Prime
Minister. That is why you are still in the position.
Very well Majesty. We should defend it because it is our territory.
Did you know Prime minister that the cost of maintaining the colony
and patrolling that sector of Space costs us more than the revenue
gained from Gorash? Turhan said calmly. That it would be
economically advantageous to dispose of that system, and that the
Narns would be even more burdened by it then we are?
True Majesty, it is an expensive location, but it is of strategic
importance regarding the Narn border and may serve as a vital base
should we decide to
To invade the Narn? Turhan finished. Do you have plans to invade
the Narn?
No Majesty, of course not.
But many in the Centaurum would seek to do so wouldnt they?
Turhan grimaced. I have spent time among them, I know their minds.
They wish to strike the Narns for their insolence, to teach them a
lesson as they call it.
That is true Majesty, there are an increasing number of nobles who
take offence at Narn aggression, but a direct attack on one of our
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Nor will it be. Turhan said. But we will not go to war over this. The
Gorash system belongs to House Jaddo correct?
Yes Majesty.
Can I assume Lord Jaddo is waiting beyond that door for an audience
with me?
Once again Shorra was impressed by Turhans unerring guesswork.
He is majesty, along with Lord Mollari.
His closest ally. Turhan mused. I will speak with them. He nodded
to his guards who opened the gilded gate and allowed the two nobles
in.
Lord Sural Jaddo and Duman Mollari were leaders of two of the more
moderately powerful houses, with house Mollari being mainly based on
and around Homeworld while House Jaddo had wider holdings but not
tremendously profitable. House Jaddo did however have good ties with
the Humans after discovering them, and along with House Mollari had
achieved some added prestige with their favorable trade deals with the
new race. They bowed low before the Emperor, Lord Jaddo was a lithe
and tall man with a lean yet fit form which spoke of a warrior. Beside
him Lord Mollari was heavier set, but his size was built up mainly of
muscle not fat. Shorra was aware that both men and their sons were
part of dueling cults and constantly engaged each other in sword fights
and unarmed combat, their physical presence radiated power and
strength.
Gentlemen, you seek to petition me? Turhan said in greeting.
Yes Majesty. Jaddo spoke. The Narns will soon attack one of House
Jados possessions. As sovereign territory of the Republic I ask that
the Royal Navy be authorized to deploy for battle.
And Lord Mollari is your second? Turhan asked. By tradition a
proposal such as this needed a second member of the Centaurum to
agree so it was not merely a waste of the Emperors time.
I am Majesty. Mollari said.
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A science station and the rights to mine and colonize it. Jaddo
replied. And it will be an affront to the might of the Republic.
I will decide what is an affront. Turhan lowered is voice. I speak for
the Republic Lord Jaddo, not you.
Of course Majesty. I beg forgiveness. Turhan had not been menacing
or threatening in tone, but it was a carefully veiled warning not to
push the Emperor just because he was new.
The Republic does not need a war, nor does it need Gorash. Turhan
stated. When the Narns arrive they will find the science station
emptied of anything useful and no Royal Navy ships in the system.
Forgive me Emperor, I do not understand. Jaddo frowned and looked
to Mollari. You will let the Narns take Gorash?
That is correct. Turhan said plainly. We will not go to war over a
drain on our resources. They can have it.
Please Emperor, its strategic position
Is worthless to us unless we wish to invade the Narn themselves,
which we assuredly do not. Turhan spoke firmly. The Republic will let
Gorash go to the Narns if they want it, the Royal Navy will prevent
them attacking any further colonies with large civilian populations but
will otherwise not intervene. There will be no war.
Majesty Jaddo began.
The Emperor has decided. Shorra interrupted. There is no
discussion, just compliance or treason. I advise you to carry out the
Emperors wishes.
Jaddo and Mollari bowed curtly and left without a further word, clearly
deeply angered and frustrated.
This will not make me popular in the Centaurum. Turhan said. Many
there still wish to cling to every planet we own just for the sake of
keeping our maps looking impressive. Our days of imperialism are
over, we will consolidate the Republic and remove whatever
impediments get in our way. Gorash is worthless, peace in this time of
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Yes Majesty, I will inform the Centaurum of your decision. Shorra

bowed.
You may leave. Turhan nodded. I appreciate your opinions Prime
Minister, and your loyalty.
Prime Minister nodded in acknowledgement, then backed away before
turning. Instantly showing his back before the Emperor was another
act forbidden by protocol. He straightened his dark coat as the guards
opened the way for him, he didnt relish his message to the Centaurum
but at least his head was still on his shoulders.
Turhan watched him leave, the burden of responsibility heavy on his
shoulders. The Narn couldnt have picked a worse time to attack and
he was sure it was deliberately timed to exploit his current instability.
What the Narn didnt understand was that if he was destabilized and
lost the throne, his replacement would undoubtedly be one of the
more warlike Lords in succession to the title, and if that happened the
Narn would have re awakened the lion of the galaxy and find its fangs
at their throat.
While deep in thought he was still aware of a figure coming to his side,
a light sigh confirming his minds image of his companion. Morella.
He addressed his wife. You heard the conversation?
I did. She said calmly, she commanded a rich voice with a confident
tone that came from being royalty. While Morella was hailed for many
things in the royal court she possessed one great gift that was known
to barely anyone. Morella was a prophetess, a seer of the future and
her slightly distant and melancholy demeanor was a direct result of the
sorrow she almost constantly saw.
Will it change the future? Turhan asked carefully. He knew that
Morellas gift never failed her, if she saw a future and advised him how
to change it then he would be prepared to take any risk for the benefit
of his people.
It should. Morella replied. Gorash has a black future, if we do not let
the Narns take it then that blackness will affect us.
Have you seen more in your vision my Queen? Turhan turned to her.
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She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, Turhan watched her
eyelids flicker as she accessed a deeper part of her consciousness. I
see Narns surrounding Gorash, thousands of them floating in space.
Their eyes are dead, frozen in the vacuum staring eternally at Centauri
Prime in unquenchable hatred. I see the darkness that killed them all.
It hungers, it wants war and death, it feeds on our hatred and the
hatred of others and it will consume all light in the galaxy. If we do not
let the Narns have Gorash they will try and take it in the future, and
our people will embrace the darkness to help destroy the Narn. She
opened her eyes. And by letting the darkness into our hearts,
Centauri Prime will fall into ruin and despair before this century ends.
Can you see the true form of this darkness which threatens us?
Turhan asked with concern. Shall we know it?
I cannot see it that well, Morella answered. It will come as a friend
and ally, but will reveal itself as master. I can only tell you that it
slumbers now, but the war which rages beyond our borders is slowly
waking it. This darkness is old, older than the stars around us and
when it moves, worlds die.
Can we prevent it coming to the Centauri?
I do not know, but I do know that if we let Gorash go to the Narns
and continue to unite our people then we may turn it back. If not, then
we are all damned.
EarthDome, Geneva
The President slumped in his private office, the days events had
drained the energy and joy from him as he hand signed letters of
condolence to the crew of the Persephone. The sudden loss of the ship
had shaken him and as President he knew the final blame for its loss
resided with him. There were any number of things which could have
been done differently which may have prevented the situation but the
only one that truly mattered was the decision he made to approve the
mission and put those men and women into the path of an invading
fleet. He would live with that until his dying day.
Mr President. Secretary of State Brogan arrived in the office, closely
followed by Director Durban and General Denisov. These people were
his de facto war council, the most senior and respected advisors in
government and the ones who held the most information and
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extent or another they also had their own agendas so while their
opinions were valued he had to be cautious using taking them at face
value. It was a lesson driven home by the Persephone incident.
Sit down please. Hauser said flatly. We need to talk openly, no
hidden plans, no holding back. I need to know the Dilgar situation
right the hell now.
Well Mr President, Durban went first. Theres still a lot we dont
know. Our agents in the League are quiet, either blockaded or dead.
The Dilgar fleet moves too fast and we cant get a report out before
they jam communications and blockade their targets. Ive lost five
good contacts since the war began without trace.
So what do we know? Hauser pressed. Theyve knocked out the
Abbai and the Drazi are fighting desperately, I guess the Dilgar know
what they are doing.
It would seem so Mr President. Denisov spoke. Their military is
unlike anything in the League, they are disciplined and ruthless.
Anything more specific?
No Mr President, few ships have survived battle with the Dilgar,
anything they learned seems to be lost to us either trapped around the
Abbai home or floating dead in space.
Youre talking about the Persephones flight recorder. Hauser said.
Secretary Brogan, any progress in diplomacy?
No Mr President, The Dilgar say they will return any recovered crew
and items, but weve seen no real progress. The older politician
snarled. I dont trust em an inch. If we want our people back we
should go and get them.
If thats your choice sir we have ships ready at Orion. Denisov
continued. Admiral Hamato is prepared to move to Tirrith and take
back whatevers left of the Persephone by force.
No General, that will not be necessary. Hauser said.
Mr President, they might be holding survivors. Brogan hissed. They
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Actually Mr Secretary I think thats exactly what they did. Hauser

said coldly, his eyes hardening as he spoke. The Tirrithan defense
grid is non existent, there is no crossfire to be caught in and the
average cruiser is quite capable of holding off an attack by the entire
Tirrithan navy long enough to escape. They use patrol ships for
heavens sake!
So you believe the Dilgar deliberately fired on an Earth ship? Brogan
frowned. Well thats an act of war!
But without proof. Durban injected a note of calm. If we can prove
the Dilgar destroyed our ship, and that they fired first, it could be used
to sway the public to support intervention. If that is what we want.
Right now that isnt what we want. Hauser raised a hand. We are in
no shape to fight a war with a major power. Sure we can handle
border skirmishes and small fleets, but were looking at a well
established race of warriors far more advanced than us. This isnt
something to be taken lightly.
Thats why they wont return the ship, Brogan shook his head in
growing anger. Because then they know wed find out and kick their
butts!
That would be my guess. Durban said unhappy to side with his rival.
So the question is what do we do about it?
They all looked to the President who met their gazes without flinching.
Nothing. We take no direct action.
Mr President, I strongly urge Brogan began.
We will not start a war. Hauser spoke over him. What we will do is
begin a process which will turn the Earth Forces from a defensive
organization into a fully capable offensive fleet which can operate
beyond our borders for extended periods of time. General Denisov, is
this possible?
I suppose so Mr President. Denisov nodded. It would need an in
depth study, our ships are generally short ranged and heavily
dependant on staying close to supplies, but if we set up a dedicated
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You have a year to make preparations. Hauser cut off the reply. I
know it isnt long, but by that time I expect to see Dilgar ships on our
border and we must be ready to face them.
But you told the press the Dilgar werent a threat to us. Brogan
stated in mild confusion.
For now they arent, and we will stay neutral. The President
answered. But we all know there isnt much chance of the League
stopping them in time. The Dilgar fight like no one else the League has
seen and they will eventually roll right up to our borders. Tell them in
no uncertain terms Mr Brogan that we will not tolerate them moving
on our space or threatening our allies the Markab. I doubt theyll
listen, but by the time they reach us we will be prepared to halt them
by any means necessary.
Well need more ships and more people. Denisov said. It wont
come cheap.
We will inform the senate the ships are to replace our older vessels,
and then set up a new recruitment drive offering more money and
better terms to anyone who wants to try and find a job in Earth force.
We wont launch a draft unless completely necessary and we will keep
the buildup as quiet as possible.
And if it does come to war, then what? Durban asked.
Then we fight for our homes and families. Hauser replied. Because
the Dilgar wont be stopped by anything less than full military might.
They are conquerors, and maybe in a year, maybe a decade, maybe a
century they will try to conquer us. We will be ready for them. If they
try and cross us theyll find a wall of starships waiting to great them
and drive them back to Omelos.
I can get these items in place. Brogan nodded. The senate is
already nervous of the Dilgar, if we talk about a bill for stellar security
theyll approve increasing the Earth Force budget.
There are your tools General. Hauser said. Now you need to make
something that will take the war to the Dilgar when it comes. The
President picked a report from his desk about the Persephone. Not if,
when.
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Jhadur was facing a dilemma, on the one hand she needed to proceed
with pacifying the local space between the Abbai and the Brakiri to
pave the way for the invasion. On the other hand she needed to
continue her research into the final formula for her immortality serum.
Warfare had commanded her attention for the past two months taking
her from Abbai space to the Drazi front and now here, while she was
fighting she had little time to follow her true passion, the pursuit of life
eternal for her race.
She headed to the bridge of the Conqueror with her orders in hand,
the fleet was to make for the Malax system and remove any presence
it found there. With Tirrith acting as resource base there was no need
to occupy any of the other independent worlds nearby, they just had
to remove them as threats. What that meant in plain terms was to kill
anything that lived in those locations. Reports indicated the Drazi front
was meeting stiff resistance but the Dilgar fleets were inflicting heavy
losses on the brave but poorly coordinated counter attacks. About a
third of Drazi space now belonged to Dilgar fleets and that sphere of
influence was steadily growing.
Warmaster. Captain Anjash acknowledged her as she stepped onto
the bridge. Status is normal.
What about decoding the human ships data recorder? she asked
about her main concern.
Going slowly. Your expert arrived and is on planet but he predicts two
or three days before he is successful.
We have orders to move to Malax and eradicate all life. Jhadur
stated. What are your thoughts on that Captain?
Thoughts Warmaster?
Yes. She smiled at the white haired officer. Thoughts, opinions,
ideas. What do you think about wiping out an entire world?
It doesnt matter to me. If those are the orders than it will happen.
And killing a few billion, Jhadur continued. This does not weigh on
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No Warmaster. They are just vermin who stand in our way. The Dilgar
race should be preserved and honored, the rest are simply slaves or
enemies to be tolerated or destroyed.
The Warmaster regarded her Captain for a moment, and then smiled.
Im glad you feel that way. You have proven yourself a capable
commander and now I am going to give you a chance to show it.
Thank you Warmaster.
You will take the fleet to Malax and carry out the mission as you see
fit.
Really? That is a great honor. Anjash worked to contain her surprise.
Where will you be?
I have business on the planet below, perhaps my direct presence will
encourage the code breakers to work faster.
Probably will. The Captain narrowed her gaze in a malicious smile.
Also Warmaster we have rounded up a number of Tirrithan prisoners
for your attention, a secure laboratory has been set up in a former
hospital.
Most efficient of you. Jhadur complimented. My new ship will be
arriving soon. Ill keep a small force here to guard the gate while the
rest of the fleet leaves with you. Move out as soon as I leave.
Anjash saluted and Jhadur left to gather her gear. With a smile the
Captain stepped up to the Warmasters command chair and gently
lowered herself into it savoring the moment. Jhadur was a sterling
commander who was happy to share the glory, Anjash was truly
blessed.
Half an hour later Jhadurs armored shuttle was dropping towards
Tirrith. While she was a fully qualified pilot she preferred to leave the
day to day traveling arrangements to her guard and accomplice
Commander Tarval, a strongly built warrior and elite of the Dilgar
Stormtrooper army. He and his company strength unit were assigned
to Jhadurs personal command and spent most of their time gathering
potential subjects for their officer to work on and research. It was a
task they performed unflinchingly and without emption, disposing of
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She watched the fleet reform from her window and begin to move
away the their next mission without her. She was confident in their
ability to do their job without many losses and recognized Anjash as a
talented officer, but she still felt a slight twinge as they opened their
jump points and left. It was an odd feeling, one she normally
associated with family.
Entering atmosphere. Tarval said flatly. We have permission to
land.
Jhadur smiled at that, wondering if anyone would actually have
refused her permission. The Warmaster title certainly helped get her
what she wanted and served to deliver instant respect from anyone
she met mainly due to fear. The dark and light blue uniform was more
than just cloth for the Dilgar, it was a direct tap into their rigorous
military culture and traditions of unquestioning obedience. When a
Warmaster demanded something, it always happened from ordering
tea to condemning a world of Billions.
Now that uniform would get her something else. Conquest was a thrill
to her much as it was to other Dilgar, but she gained infinitely greater
satisfaction from knowledge. In truth she would rather learn a deep
secret than conquer a world and she still considered herself a scientist
first and a soldier second. It was mainly for this reason she was letting
Anjash earn her glory, Jhadur needed to solve the riddle of the
human ship before she continued to overwhelm simple and easy
opponents. The challenge in solving this mystery was far greater than
just bombing a planet and much less boring, she knew it would gnaw
at her until she cracked the answers and found for herself what this
human ship was fighting for.
Landing strip ahead, well put down near the research facility. Her
companion said.
Where the data recorder is? she looked at a rapidly closing building,
a former university in the second city of Tirrith.
Yes Warmaster. Heavily guarded. The hospital is just opposite where
your lab is.
She noted the layout of the city on approach, seeing a number of
troop transports and armored vehicles in the bright sunlight, their
crews enjoying the weather while infantry cleared out the different
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with very few buildings actually destroyed or damaged in the landing.

The Tirrithans had either been taken completely by surprise or just
werent very good fighters. The craft touched down and a small unit of
blue uniformed troops scrabbled up to the ship. They were ceremonial
uniforms and held highly polished energy rifles though each was a
skilled soldier in their own right. Their task was to defend the
codebreaking team from Omelos and Jhadur guessed to escort any
visitors. In the background more soldiers watched the scene, these
ones in grey and green mottled uniforms incorporating armor with dull
weapons and head gear, the standard battledress of the army.
She stepped off the shuttle to a quick salute from the escort
commander. Warmaster, this was most unexpected. He flustered.
We have not yet fully secured the city.
That is of no concern commander. She walked directly for the
research centre. I am sure I will be quite safe. Which was more than
she could say for anyone who got in her way. Professor Drayash is
inside?
Yes Warmaster, working feverishly.
Hed better be.
She walked through the building to a large research room that once
had held the universitys science department. Broken glass crunched
beneath her boots as she entered the white room and looked at the
large grey cylinder about six feet in length which occupied the central
tables. Five Dilgar scientists were clustered around computers with
wires stretching to the cylinder crunching data and trying to gain
access to the secrets within. A sixth much older scientist stood behind
them overseeing.
What have you found? she announced her presence with a direct
question.
The older scientist, Drayash, physically jumped at her voice in
surprise. The man was a prominent mathematician and leader of his
field, he was also one of the Dilgar science council who had laughed
Jhadur and her brother out of the academy when she presented
evidence of their suns instability. Now she was a Warmaster and it was
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Wewe are still working Warmaster. He stuttered. The encryption is

surprisingly complex.
Jhadur walked closer, reaching out and touching the cold metal
cylinder. Twisted metal at both sides and in its middle grabber her
attention. Something was attached to this?
Yes Warmaster, a transmitting antenna and solar panels. Drayash
answered with nervous enthusiasm. It would have broadcast its
position to other humans, but it fell through the atmosphere and was
unable to do so.
The Human government wants this returned. She said precisely.
Take the information and then erase the records form here, claim it
was wiped in an electro-magnetic pulse. No need to let them know the
truth just yet.
Of course, the technology is a simple mix of fiber optics and crystals.
Wiping it after we are done will be easy.
But extracting the information apparently is not. She glared at him.
I want results before the fleet returns, when I leave this place for
Sector 83 I will have the answers to why the Persephone was fighting
us. She moved closer. Or I will personally remove your brain and
keep it in a jar.
Drayash swallowed nervously and turned his eyes down, letting
Jhadur savor the moment of triumph. She was undoubtedly in charge
and she really enjoyed it. I will be across the compound preparing
research. Hope you remain my assistant and not my subject. When
she left she suddenly felt infinitely better.
Warmaster, itll be dark soon. Tarval cautioned. We cannot
guarantee this area is secure.
Im heading for my lab. She said Post a guard and have some
subjects brought to me. No anesthetic, I want them conscious for the
procedure.
Yes Warmaster.
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It did, though your research assistants will be following on the new

Dreadnought. Tarval said. With permission, have you thought of a
name for your new flagship yet?
She stopped, suddenly having an idea. She smiled a wide grin as the
inspiration came to her. Yes, as a matter of fact I have. She began
walking again. Ill call it Deathwalker.
My compliments Warmaster, most fitting.
She entered the former hospital and smelled the familiar odors of
chemical cleaners common to medical centers across the galaxy. In
the distance shouts could be heard most probably from her newest
test subjects. Yes, Deathwalker she mused. Death was her
instrument and servant, the Brakiri had awarded her a perfect title and
she would revel in it. Death obeyed her, and when her experiments
were done life itself would do the same.
Deathwalker continued on into her lab to earn her new title.

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Chapter 20
Tirrith, Dilgar occupied.
Are we there yet? Toby whined. I dont think Ive ever walked this
far!
Paul gave a glance to Jenny, she seemed to have a good idea where
everything was. Are we?
She gave a quick nod. Well were on the way, the main thing is not
getting found by a patrol.
You know what works for that? Toby piped. Not being on the
planet!
If we go in one direction well be found. She ignored him. So we
take a winding path and come in from a different angle.
Speaking of, any luck planning a way into the city TKoth? Paul
asked, as the only member of the crew who had visited Tirrith
regularly and had contacts he hoped the Narn translator knew a secret
way past the Dilgar forces most likely ringing their destination, the
planets second city.
There are some transit tunnels which run under the main population
centers. He shrugged. If they got turned off in the attack we can go
through them, take us anywhere we want to go.
And if they arent turned off? Jors wondered.
Then we get four hundred tons of grave train delivering us back to
the universe. The Narn smiled thinly.
I hate this plan.
Shut up Toby! The entire group responded. For a few more minutes
they continued walking on, the environment around them was
spectacular and lush forests with a carpet of brightly colored flowers.
Despite it being early December on the human calendar this planet
was in high summer and the warm glow of its sun filtered gently down
through sparse clouds, on any other day Paul would be savoring this
day and would be completely calm and at ease. Unfortunately he
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rush for survival and escape dominating the lives of the Space Race
crew, by now they were on the edge of mental fatigue and seriously
needed a break, just one chance to get home safely. Paul thought
theyd earned it by now, the things theyd all seen were never ever
going to leave them.
Captain. Jors said with sudden seriousness in his voice. Houses up
ahead.
The group stopped immediately and Paul urged them into a stand of
bushes beside the simple path they were following. Get under cover
and wait. He found his binoculars. And be ready for trouble.
He brought his own rifle off his shoulder and made sure it was in
working order, then with a furtive glance around he darted off through
the trees.
So we stay here? Toby frowned.
You heard the Captain. Jenny looked with great intensity towards the
small town. Could be trouble out there.
I havent seen anything. He replied.
Exactly. Jors whispered. Nothing, no people, no animals. He looked
up. No birds singing in the trees, no insects, not a thing. Something is
very wrong.
Toby paused and listened. There had been something bothering him
since they landed but he hadnt known what. His life had been spent
with almost constant back ground noise from the dark streets of Beta
Durani to the hum of a starship, he had never experienced pure
silence before and it was suddenly an unnerving realization.
Just stay put, Jors whispered perhaps sensing Tobys growing
apprehension. The Captain will call for us.
What do you think happened to everything? he said, now also
lowering his voice.
Doesnt matter. Jors answered. Whatever it was were still here, and
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This place is a graveyard. TKoth said calmly. A cemetery put here

by the Dilgar.
We dont know everyone is dead. Jenny said reasonably.
No, I expect the Dilgar are inviting them over for tea! Toby hissed.
Come on Jen, youve seen what weve seen.
She did not answer, just looked on forward.
We need to get out of here. Toby repeated. Real fast.
Thats what the Captains doing. TKoth stated. Can anyone see
him?
Paul Calendar was no soldier but he had good instincts, more than
once theyd helped him avoid raiders and if hed listened to them a few
months ago instead of taking one last job he and the crew wouldnt
have ended up in this mess. He moved swiftly through some
undergrowth at the edge of the town and had a look through the
binoculars.
Nothing. He whispered to himself, scanning the glasses back and
forth. Not a soul.
Lowering the binoculars he took in the whole scene, there was no
smoke or ruins to indicate a struggle nor were there any bodies.
Personal ground cars were still parked in neat lines across the town
and everything looked surprisingly clean in the bright sun. He didnt
even notice he had company until he felt an icy cold metal cylinder
gently press against his neck. His muscles instantly tightened as the
primal part of his mind flicked between flight or fight responses,
neither seeming particularly useful with a gun to his neck. With a sigh
he raised his hands still holding the binoculars. I know what this
might look like, he began. But I mean you no harm.
There was a slight snicker which caused him to swallow suddenly,
being laughed at with a gun at his neck did not fill him with hope.
Much to his surprise the barrel retreated from his neck and there was
a slight rustle of leaves as the captor moved behind him.
Take it easy. An American Brogue said with amusement. I aint
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Paul snapped around and came face to face with a grinning human
dressed in camouflage uniform and safetying a PPG rifle.
What the hell are you doing here! he almost yelled. The Soldier
quickly raised his finger to his lips as a sign to quiet down. What are
you doing here? he repeated quieter.
Ill let the Sarge explain, the soldier looked around. Come on, you
better come in and let him tell you whats going on.
Paul walked out from the undergrowth, he looked back but he couldnt
see his crew which meant they couldnt see him or his new friend.
Finding a human soldier, probably more than one if he was going to
meet a Sergeant, completely changed Pauls outlook on getting off the
planet, he was suddenly far more hopeful. Moving across the town
towards an unremarkable looking building he came to the conclusion
that these guys must have belonged to the cruiser which was
destroyed in orbit, which meant they were orphaned just like his own
people.
Just through here. His guide pointed at the door and Paul carefully
opened it and entered. Inside he counted five more soldiers and
quickly noted sleeping bags indicating there were more around,
probably outside patrolling like this guy.
Sarge, found two things. The man called. First the airs clear, we
can save the breathers. From the rear of the building a large figure in
uniform and fully sealed helmet stepped quickly up, halting slightly
when he saw Paul but hiding his expression behind the opaque visor.
You can guess the second find. He finished.
Alright Ross, head back to your grid. The man identified now as the
Sergeant said in an eastern European accent. He unlatched his visor
and it retracted into the front of his helmet revealing a craggy and
weather hardened face of a man Paul guessed to be in his middle
forties. My name is Sergeant Sosobowski, whats your story?
Paul heard the door close behind him as Ross departed, a gaggle of
troops had gathered at the edge of the room to get a look at him and
hear his explanation for being here. There were about seven or eight
men and women, most now had lifted their visors or removed their
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My names Paul Calendar. He said confidently, though he was

anything but confident. I own a small freighter which got caught up in
the invasion.
The mention of his ship got a few murmurs. You still have it?
Sosobowski asked in a gritty voice, his stare was incredibly focused.
Yeah, I hid it in the asteroid belt, I doubt the Dilgar will find it. There
were some sighs of relief from the troops and grins, Paul guessed they
were looking for a way home. If you guys need a lift, theres plenty of
room.
I think well take you up on that Mr Calendar. Sosobowski also gave
in to a slight smile. Weve lost contact with our own ship, you didnt
happen to see it did you?
Pauls expression darkened, the room was looking expectantly at him
for good news and in this case he couldnt offer any. Im sorry, but
she was shot down by the Dilgar. His words seemed to physically
harm some of the troops, he immediately regretted saying it but there
wasnt anything else he could do. Better to know the truth then guess
as to why theyd been abandoned. She tried to hold them back and
save some refugees, but there were too many ships and she couldnt
hold them all. Im sorry for you guys, really.
How did she fight? one of the taller soldiers asked.
Like a cornered Tiger. Paul nodded. She took down more of them
than they managed, and she never turned her back, not even at the
end.
That seemed to grimly satisfy the men, but the joy at finding a
possible way out was now muted by grief. If theyd hoped the ship had
escaped or was just too damaged to communicate the truth was a
bitter blow to them.
Any survivors? Sosobowski asked.
Not that we saw, and from what Ive seen being a Dilgar prisoner is
worse than death.
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All those rumors on ISN about holocaust and mass murder? Theyre
all true. Pauls expression hardened. I saw them use biological
weapons on a whole planet, destroy ships full of refuges, all of it. And
I even got to talk to some Balosians whod made it out past the
blockade of their world, the stuff that went on in there with Alacan
slaves just makes you sick.
We saw something like that, they bombed a camp and wasted our
Lieutenant. One of the female soldiers said. They didnt care about
civilians.
Im not here alone, Ive got four more crew out there waiting for me
along with a spare part for my ship up there. Paul changed the
subject. If we can get to it all of us can make a dash for it.
If? a man with a single stripe on his arm raised his voice. If we can
get to it?
Yeah, you see we kinda dont have a shuttle. Paul said a little
sheepishly. A Dilgar fighter put paid to it.
Great, thats how are luck runs. The Private scoffed.
Knock it off Garibaldi. The Sergeant ordered. Conner, go bring in
the Captains crew mates. I dont want them out there attracting
attention.
On it. One of the men said and skittered out a side door.
So were both in the same boat, we need a ride of this rock.
Sosobowski looked to Calendar again. But if we get into orbit you can
get us back to Earth space?
Thats right. He stated. If we can get through the gate and fix the
engines itll be a straight ride home.
Thats a lot of ifs Captain, you sure you can pull this off?
Its the only idea Ive got. Paul shrugged half heartedly. Were
heading to a city not far from here, one of my guys thinks he can get
us in unnoticed. Then we planned to hijack a shuttle and make a
getaway.
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I guess we escape or we die. Paul answered flatly. But we cant stay

here, Ill bet New Vegas odds this whole planet is crawling with Dilgar
in a couple of weeks, theyre gonna hit the League harder than ever
soon.
You seem pretty sure about that. Garibaldi said again.
Ive seen them fight, theres no way the League can stop them and
the Dilgar know it. Whatever they want they havent got it yet so
theyll keep on fighting.
Yeah maybe. Sosobowski said with finality. But it isnt our business.
My only concern is getting this platoon home, and it looks like our
goals are the same.
The door opened again and Paul turned to see Jors walking in followed
by the rest of his people, each of them almost family by now. They too
were looking a little surprised and perhaps slightly wary. It was
understandable to Paul, the crew had handled some slightly illegal
cargoes when money was tight and a room full of well armed Earth
Force soldiers was not something to be entered lightly, they each had
some sort of criminal record major or minor and a healthy distrust of
authority figures.
Hi guys, relax. Paul said. These troops are on our side.
His crew didnt physically appear any more relaxed but they entered
the room and kept their weapons slung on their shoulders. For their
part the soldiers stayed relaxed and watched the new arrivals roll in,
taking special notice of TKoth.
You guys got food? Sosobowski asked.
We picked up some rations, same sort of meal packs you Gropos will
use. Paul fished out an MRE. Full of everything a growing boy
needs.
There were some groans from the soldiers, if any were hoping to trade
for a more palatable meal they were clearly going to be disappointed.
They were just on the edge of town Sarge. Conner reported. The IR
picked them up as we walked them in.
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Ross? No sir, not a trace.

The Sergeant gave him a sideways look. He was heading on the exact
path you were.
I didnt see him sarge. Conner replied. Maybe he went to answer a
call of nature?
Ross? No way. Garibaldi stepped forward. You could set a watch by
his bladder, he wouldnt take a break on a watch.
Sosonowskis face visible darkened, his lined features growing craggier
in Pauls opinion. As Captain and leader of his crew hed felt a strong
sense of responsibility for them and a deep motivation to get them
home no matter what. He could instantly understand the older
Sergeants sudden concern for his platoon and concern for the
suddenly missing man.
Garibaldi, take two guys and check it out. Sosobowski made his
decision. Stay frosty and keep radio silence. The need for radio
silence answered Pauls unasked question as to why they didnt just
call up Ross on his helmet communication system. Conner, get your
section armed, no chances. Go.
It had taken about three seconds for the room to go from casual rest
to battle readiness. With silent and fluid motions Garibaldi took the
two nearest soldiers, grabbed their rifles and helmets, then slipped out
the back door to the building while Conner ran out the front to join his
section of troops stationed in a separate building. The remaining men
under Sosobowskis command gathered their own gear and set up
inside the room keeping back from the windows and taking cover
behind walls or sturdy looking metal furniture.
You guys head upstairs and stay down. Sosobowski addressed
Captain Calendar and his crew. If theres trouble let us handle it, keep
yourselves out of our way.
No argument here. Paul agreed. Come on, lets find cover.
Weve got guns, we can fight! Toby said defiantly.
Dont argue! Paul snapped. This might be for real, these guys are
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arm, his adrenalin levels were beginning to soar and he was in no

mood for pleasantries. For once do as I tell you.
With a tut he followed Paul, the rest of the crew going without further
comment and leaving the ground floor free for Sosobowski to set up
his team. There were two rooms each with an outside door and a
window made of thick stone which could happily take rifle fire without
breaching. It left four possible entry points and the eight Earth force
soldiers left in the building made sure they were well covered. As soon
as trouble flared they would blast anything that looked in on them,
then race forward and use the windows as loopholes. Sosobowski
sincerely hoped that if there was an enemy patrol nearby it would just
keep on going past, but if theyd found Private Ross there would
almost certainly be a search of the town for accomplices.
The room was totally silent, even the breathing of the soldiers was
hushed and measured so it was totally imperceptible to the Sergeants
hearing. With slow deliberate actions he thumbed the safety interlock
on his PPG forward and tightened his grip on the handle. In the silence
he closed his eyes and put all his conscious effort into listening,
waiting for the tiniest noise to signal they were close to being
discovered.
One of the soldiers beside him gave a curt wave to attract
Sosobowskis attention. He cupped one hand to his where his ear
would be beneath the helmet signaling he had heard something, then
gestured at the door. Focusing his entire efforts in the indicated
direction it took Sosobowski a few moments to hear what his unit had,
decades of firing old style assault rifles had made the Sergeants
hearing duller than the newer troops, but eventually he heard the tell
tale crunch of boots on gravel. He held his breath, listening intensely
as there were unidentifiable scratching noise from the other side of the
door along with a faint whisper. If the mystery guest was whispering it
meant he wasnt alone. Sosobowski was fighting the urge just to open
fire, to blast through the door and shoot down the hidden figure on the
other side, but he forcibly restrained himself, it could be a civilian or
another lost Starship Captain and not a threat to them hidden in their
small house.
With another scratch the door handle moved. It twisted slowly, quietly
creaking and rolling on its bearings with inevitable monotony. It wasnt
a sudden action, the door was being opened at a deliberately slow
pace like the being on the other side did not want to be noticed,
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was an innocent and scared civilian, but he tightened his finger on the
trigger and centered his thoughts just in case.
With a sudden click that seemed deafening in the silent room the lock
slid out and the door ever so slightly opened. A thin sliver of white
light entered the room as it swung slowly on its hinges, opening barely
an inch at a time as the being behind slowly and furtively pushed it
open. The tension was unbearable and rapidly approaching breaking
point, an undisciplined unit would have fired by now by miraculously
the unit was holding its nerve and its fire.
The door had opened six inches when a harsh whisper was heard from
the other side. The door stopped, not quite wide enough open to see in
or out of and a hushed and stark conversation seemed to erupt
outside. The language was completely alien and Sosobowski couldnt
tell if they were talking Tirrithan, Brakiri or Dilgar. The uncertainty was
beginning to strain his nerves, he wished that the figure would just
stick its head around the door so he could either greet a refugee or
just put a plasma ball through its skull and end this excruciating
uncertainty. The whispers grew in intensity before suddenly stopping,
then came a rapid scrunching indicating someone moving quickly
away. One of the soldiers began to move but Sosobowski gestured for
him to stay put, there was still a second individual out there. For a few
more heart stopping seconds there was nothing, then with a bang the
door slammed shut and footsteps could be heard darting away.
Stay here. Sosobowski whispered. Let me check it out.
The burly sergeant carefully raised himself from hiding and with total
silence stepped over a metal table that was providing cover. Nobody
move, and keep ready in case
Sosobowskis sentence was lost in a sharp clap of thunder as the
doorway exploded in a shower of wood splinters and heat. The world
spun as he lost all sense of orientation and balance, finally regaining it
when he crunched into the wall separating the two ground floor rooms.
He didnt even think about the pain of hitting the floor, two decades of
training had ingrained itself so deeply in his mind he was already
formulating a response to the attack. A figure dashed through the
smoking doorway, human in shape moving with speed and grace over
the debris and leveling a long barreled weapon at Sosobowski. Before
he could bark the order three separate bursts of fire hit the figure and
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Fire at will! the Sergeant yelled, the action stabbing pain through his
ribcage. Get to the windows and doors, dont let them in!
The room was full of smoke, but as he dropped his visor everything
went into clear monochrome images as the sensors kicked in. He saw
two more hostiles drop in the doorway, the helmet sensors revealing
clearly that the aliens were indeed Dilgar with their distinctive feline
faces. His section headed quickly to take up firing positions either side
of the windows and doorways and moments later they began firing
rapid bursts at targets outside, blue energy bolts flashed back as the
Dilgar returned the favor. Sosobowski tried to move but his chest
refused to let him, sending more pain through his body to drive home
the point. He had a good view of the door from where he was, so he
took up his rifle and waited for the next Dilgar to try and enter his
building.
Upstairs Paul nearly had a heart attack when the door blew inwards.
He didnt see what happened but knew it was far from good.
What the hell! Toby exclaimed swinging his rifle from his shoulder.
Watch that thing! Jenny dodged as Toby pointed the loaded rifle
randomly around the room.
Sit the hell down! Paul growled. Everyone, get down and find some
cover!
From below came the new sound of PPG fire, the distorted rumble of
the rounds being fired and the hissing sound of the hot plasma
interacting with moisture in the air as it traveled to its target. Paul
hadnt seen a real gun battle with PPGs and despite his curiosity really
didnt want to. The army seemed to be in control of the situation and
he was happy to let the professionals handle the defense.
Its an assault. TKoth said, as the only one of the crew whod seen
fighting on the Narn homeworld of NarShar Paul was inclined to
believe him. The Dilgar must have found us.
Theyve found a crap load of fire power too. Toby grinned. We
should go help. He began to move for the stair well.
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The windows exploded inwards in a glittering shower of broken shards,

instinctively the five crew members shielded their faces and covered
behind furniture. Unlike the room downstairs which was divided the
upper floor was a single large residential area with numerous
furnishings and decorations including a corner full of cooking utensils.
There were two windows to the crews left and right embedded in the
walls, while the front and back were solid stone where one house was
divided from its neighbors along side. Ropes unfurled beyond the now
shattered windows and a scraping on the roof indicated movement
above them.
Theyre coming through the damn windows! Jors roared, hefting his
.50cal rifle up to his shoulder.
Get in the centre! Paul yelled. Hide behind these chairs and tables!
Jors watch the left windows with me, TKoth, Toby, watch right. Jenny,
keep an eye on the stairs in case they get past the soldiers!
They frantically upturned furniture and settled back to back with each
other, it reminded Paul of those old western movies when settlers
circled wagons to defend themselves.
We going to actually shoot to kill? Jenny checked.
You shoot to stay alive. Paul answered. Whatever it takes, we
clear?
The group answered in the affirmative. Theyd taken lives before,
shooting down a handful of Dilgar fighters during the recent escapades
their freighter had endured but each time they had never really seen
who they were fighting, never seen the lives theyd ended in the
course of their own survival. Now they had no choice, the first pairs of
legs dangled down from the ropes and swung into the upper floor
windows and into the sights of the crew.
The Dilgar plan was surprisingly good, rather than just walk through
the front door they had decided to attack the house from every
direction at once, sneaking into position and then coordinating their
entries to pull apart the defenders and overwhelm them. Coming in on
the top floor was risky but could have turned the battle if not for the
presence of the Space Race crew. The first Dilgar through the window
expected an empty room, instead he came face to face with a smiling
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Surprise! TKoth said manically, then fired. The close ranged blast
sent the soldier hurtling back through the window and dropping to the
pavement below. In the same instant the rest of the team fired on
their own targets, a chatter of automatic fire joining the fusillade of
PPG rounds beneath them.
Be careful of your ammunition! Paul shouted. Short bursts, keep
your weapon under control! Paul had no military training but hed
seen enough war movies to recognize that full auto firing in a house
was a bad thing. The room was already full of an acrid smell of cordite
and a hint of blood from the Dilgar, it was stomach turning but being
sick wasnt an option right now. He gripped his rifle closer and waited
for the next target.
Two orbs clinked into the room, dropping through a window and rolling
across the floor.
Grenade! Paul made a logical guess. Down!
The orbs exploded, they were much lighter than human made
grenades and didnt generate much shrapnel but the heat from them
was like standing behind a Banshee fighter on full afterburners. The
furniture took the brunt, the front surfaces bursting into sudden flame
along with some light fabrics decorating the wall.
Here they come! Jors shouted again. Dark shapes swung in through
the smoke and were met once more with rifle fire. Toby hadnt listened
to Paul and fired a long burst from his weapon cutting down a Dilgar
soldier but taking half a clip to do it.
Watch your fire! Paul yelled.
Suddenly blue energy crackled across the room, a Dilgar soldier was
hanging outside one of the windows shooting inwards instead of
recklessly swinging through with his comrades. The Dilgar energy rifle
was far too large to use properly one handed and his fire was random,
each round making a sharp crack as it was fired and then almost
screaming as it flew across the room, it was a terrifying noise and no
doubt designed as much for intimidation as it was destruction. Paul
lined up his sights and put three rounds into the soldiers chest, the
action almost automatic and instinctive. It wasnt until he watched the
surprised face of the Dilgar trooper dropping away as his hand let go
of the descent line that Paul realized he had taken a life, and while he
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for his conscious to grasp. His nostrils stung with the foul smoke
hanging in the air, his eyes were watering and the constant firing of
his teams weapons in the enclosed room was deafening causing his
ears to ring. Every sense he possessed was being battered down and
his brain was desperately trying to keep up. Regular soldiers could rely
on their training in this situations, filtering out the chaos and singlemindedly doing their jobs, but for the civilian crew it was way to much
to handle.
It all reached a crescendo with another massive explosion, this time
from the solid wall bracketing the upper floor room. A large section of
wall was thrown inwards in a thick cloud of cloying dust and chunks of
rock bouncing off the walls and floor like over sized hail stones. TKoth
yelled in sudden anger as one of the rocks crashed into his side. It
fuelled the battle rage growing inside the Narn and he spun with a roar
of pain and defiance to face the new threat. The blast had opened up a
hole into a neighboring house, and now through that wall Dilgar
soldiers rushed forward.
Take em down! Yelled Jenny, her quiet demeanor now lost as she
emptied her rifle into the dusty opening. The swift shadows of Dilgar
troops came through the dust, three of them falling to Jennys attack
but more followed on, blue energy bolts slicing across the room and
punching the far wall. Paul fired into the clearing cloud, by now almost
completely deafened without the protective helmets the soldiers down
stairs were wearing, he absently wondered if the platoon fighting
beneath them even knew they were under attack from up here too.
With a loud report Jors fired his rifle, a weapon designed by Earth
force to kill the biggest alien beasts with a finger sized slug hurled
from a weapon infamous for dislocating shoulders when used. The big
Swede barely grunted with exertion, accepting the recoil and holding
the gun steady. The round punched through at least two soldiers
clambering forward into the house, hurling them back and into the still
lingering dust cloud. Over his shattered eardrums Paul heard them
yelling briefly in agony.
Grenade! Jenny yelled, again seeming muffled in Pauls head. A black
orb was tossed through the air, sailing gracefully almost squarely for
the upturned furniture the team was sheltering behind. Paul was
caught be surprise as TKoth stood up and reversed his shot gun,
swinging the stock through the air and connecting with the Dilgar
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through the opening to cries of alarm from the other side, abruptly
ending in a sudden flash and burst of noise.
Holy crap man! Toby laughed. You should sign for the dodgers! he
was almost laughing insanely, where Paul had been shocked by the
battle Toby could have been enjoying it, the adrenalin touching them
in different ways. Two more Dilgar charged through the smoke,
roaring with a piercing war cry but barely made it past the opening
before being hit, not by any of the Race crew but by red energy bolts
fired from the stairway. Paul swung his rifle around in surprised, none
of them had been watching that entrance but found only two Earth
force soldiers.
Hold your fire! one yelled over his speakers, the visor sealing him
into his suit. He quickly unhooked his mask and slid it up allowing Paul
to recognize him as Private Garibaldi. Its cool, its over. Just let the
weapon down. He spoke very calmly and gestured with his hand. We
got em, just relax man, you guys did real good.
Paul just collapsed down, his legs giving way beneath him as all the
energy drained from his limbs. It had been the greatest ordeal of his
live, even more shattering than the escape from Utriel. He lolled his
head back and closed his eyes, savoring life and trying to avoid the
enormity of his actions these last minutes. He had killed living beings,
and while he didnt hate himself for pulling the trigger he did hate
himself for putting his crew in this nightmare. Looking around his crew
seemed equally breathless, Jenny was already fishing out a first aid kit
to help TKoth while Jors sat down and regulated his breath. He still
looked eminently calm but behind his eyes Paul knew Jors conscious
was just as torn as his was, but it was Toby who had the most
surprising reaction. He sat grinning and rocking in pure excitement
clutching his rifle, it seemed the events had affected them all
differently. The whole world had gone to hell and it had taken just two
minutes and forty seconds.
Take a minute, then come downstairs. Garibaldi stated bluntly. This
is a long way from over.
Capital City
Jhadur ran her hands under the tap in her bathroom, the warm water
diluting the thick red blood on her hands and carrying it away down
the plughole. Her work was progressing nicely and the samples of
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insights into Neuro chemistry. Despite evolving on different planets

there were certain evolutionary features common to all life she had
dissected in her career. From certain social and cultural similarities
down to the specific makeup of nerves and neurons in the brains of
sentient creatures it was frankly remarkable that such distant and
otherwise unrelated creatures had such similar brains. She did not
believe in coincidence, there had to be a linking factor to explain this
mystery.
A trill computerized voice beeped on and made an announcement from
the neighboring room. Connection established.
She tried her hands, the blood vanishing away down the sink without
leaving a trace on the metal fittings or her conscience. Then she
moved into the main living room and pressed a few buttons on the
wall mounted communications panel. Her apartment had belonged to
one of the administrators of the hospital she had assumed command
of for her work, and while not up to her preferred standards it was as
good as Tirrithan accommodation got.
Open a channel. She ordered the machine. Raise the Abbai blockade
force.
A few seconds later the screen changed to show the person she was
trying to contact. Hello Brother.
Warmaster Jhadur. He said formally. What can I do for you?
She was a little taken aback by the cold reception, a slight shadow
passing over her face. Whats wrong? Dont you want to just talk like
we used to?
He stared hard at her across the vast distance. Things have changed,
like while you lead the assault on the League I am sat here babysitting
the Abbai.
You werent ready for an operational command. She said bluntly.
You proved that with your flawed plans.
Those plans were given to me by the other War leaders! he blurted.
I just followed them! he quickly looked away, acutely aware he had
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What do you mean? Jhadurs suspicions were suddenly heightened.

Where did the battle plans come from? Answer me!
Warmaster Lenchar. He sighed. I wasnt ready sister, I had no idea
how to lead a fleet! So he gave me some basic plans and told me to
follow them no matter what and let my courage carry me through.
She said nothing for a long moment. Lenchar was her political enemy
in the council of Warmasters, as head of military intelligence he had
more schemes and plots going on than anyone dared to dream and
each one was aimed at putting him firmly in the Supreme Warmasters
seat when Garshan died, a post Jhadur was destined for. He had been
humiliated at Tithalis when Jhadurs fleet had rescued him from
annihilation by the Drazi and it seemed he was trying to strike back by
eliminating her brother. There was no way in hell she was going to
stand for that.
You tell me the second he contacts you again, is that clear? she said
flatly.
Yes sister. Shadur answered.
Our forces are gathering, in a few weeks we will begin again with our
great offensive. Jhadur stepped back and visualized the galaxy in her
mind. We have secured the Drazi front, Tithalis is ours, Latig is a
wasteland and Fendamir is under siege, our border there is safe. The
Drazi were recognized as the most dangerous foe to fight, but they
were bitterly divided and had no strong central command which made
their frequent counter attacks bold but disjointed and easy prey for the
Dilgar navy. So far the Drazi had lost half their pre war fleet for no
appreciable gains. The Abbai are contained and the minor powers to
our rimward border are falling. The Jump routes into our homeland are
firmly in our hands, nothing can threaten Dilgar territory which means
we can now focus on expansion. Our homes are safe, now we can
begin the task of saving our people.
My calculations showed the sun will begin destabilizing by around
2235. Shadur said. Its magnetic field will decay rapidly after that
and it will begin releasing dangerous radiation into our home system,
probably in a steady stream but there is a possibility of a cataclysmic
explosion.
If its a gradual process over years we can evacuate most of our
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which will keep the radiation out until we can transport them, but we
still need to find a suitable planet.
The science council is conducting surveys. Shadur said. It wont
take long to find one.
We must act fast to secure it. Jhadur stated. We need to roll up the
Brakiri, the Hyach, the Yolu, the Vree and the Markab before the end
of next year, then concentrate our forces and finish the Drazi in the
first few months of the year after before we can begin mass
evacuation. We do not tell the people of the suns fate until after the
war ends.
Avoid a panic? her brother asked.
And avoid the aliens finding out about it. She nodded. If they realize
what we are fighting for, if they figure they dont need to defeat us
just buy time while the universe kills us for them, then it will make our
job much harder.
Our job? Shadur cocked his head. My job is to watch the Abbai. Far
from hard work.
Actually I am transferring you to my command. She fought to keep a
straight face, hopefully her brother had learned some humility and
sense on his less than glamorous assignment. It was a pleasure to
bring him back into the action. You will follow my orders, you will
watch how I fight and you will learn. Is that clear?
Yes, yes of course! he beamed. You want me to lead forces in
battle?
I have responsibility for the rimward front, we will be hitting the
Brakiri and Hyach almost simultaneously which will require a great
deal of timing and coordination. I need commanders I can trust to
handle different assaults, ones who will obey me without question. I
would like you to be one of them.
It would be an honor.
No, it will be hard and brutal and get a lot of people killed. This is not
an easy assignment and if you fail the consequences will be
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damnation. You dont have to accept, but if you are at Tirrith in two
weeks we will begin. If not I will not think less of you.
The door to the room burst open and her personal guard skidded to a
halt in the doorway.
How dare you! She yelled. What is the meaning of this!
Forgive me Warmaster, you said you wanted to know immediately.
The guard was panting as if he had run a marathon. One of our
patrols called in, theyve captured a human.
What? she exclaimed.
They are bringing him straight here for you, the rest of the unit is
searching for others a few miles to the south.
She turned to the screen. I will wait for you here Brother, but not
forever. I trust you will make the right choice.
I will, go on sister, take care of this. He smiled and ended the
transmission.
Get my lab ready. She turned and grabbed her audio diary where
she kept her notes. First we interrogate the prisoner, then well see
what makes them tick on the inside. Go, and get more forces out to
where he was found. If there are more I want them here by the end of
the day!
The guard sprinted out as Jhadur gathered her scientific tools, an
assortment of scanners, knives and saws. The chance to examine a
human was like a gift for her, something she had been obsessing
about for days. With great enthusiasm she headed down stairs to meet
the incoming transport.
South of the Capital city.
They took us by surprise. Garibaldi explained to Paul as they
stomped down stairs. They were damn sneaky and their uniforms act
like ours, suppressing their IR signature so we didnt see them in time
to act. Paul still looked stunned and more than a little hollow behind
the eyes. If we had our proper IR detectors set up on the perimeter
theyd have been sensitive enough to track them, but all that gear
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The ground floor was a mess with scorch marks from energy weapons
everywhere but it was still active with plenty of green clad soldiers
walking around and guarding the exits. Beyond the doorway Paul saw
dark uniformed bodies piled up outside, the same unit of Dilgar troops
who had tried to storm through the upper windows.
When we heard the firing we ran back to support the platoon.
Garibaldi began to explain. The Sarge split the platoon into two
sections, one here and one across the street a few houses down. The
Dilgar hit here but didnt spot our other guys so while they were
pinned by defensive fire Conner and I linked up and hit them from the
back with the rest of the unit. Like shooting fish in a barrel.
Freddy, got a minute. Tucker waved him over.
Whats the situation? Garibaldi asked seriously, hed noticed a few
wounded people but hadnt had time to check who they were.
Private Reiner took a round in the arm, itll hurt but hes okay.
Tucker was the platoon medic with full combat first aid training., unlike
some medics though he was also an excellent rifleman. Private
Manilow wasnt so lucky. He got it in the neck, missed his helmet and
chest armor by a quarter inch, a freak shot, just real bad luck.
Garibaldi looked across to a corner of the room, a body was hidden by
a blanket the hidden shape almost unnoticed among the broken
furniture.
Hell. He cursed quietly. I dont think I knew him.
Theres something else. Its the sarge. Tucker sighed. He got hit
hard, theres internal bleeding and a lot of broken bones. If we still
had the facilities on the Persephone or a field surgery we could try
something.
Wait, what are you saying? Garibaldi fixed Tuckers eyes with an
intense stare.
Im saying he isnt going to make it.
Garibaldi blinked for a minute, then without a word went to find
Sosobowski. The old Sergeant was slumped by a wall opposite the
door, hed been stabilized but he looked lethargic and confused,
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Hey Sarge, how is it?

He looked up and saw Garibaldi, he knelt down and looked with
concern at his commander. Garibaldi, whats the situation?
We beat back the enemy, none of them got away or had a chance to
radio for help.
The Dilgar will come looking for this patrol, how many were there?
Thirty five to forty. Garibaldi answered. Were still counting.
The Platoon did good. Sosobowski smiled weakly. How did we do?
Manilow bought it. Garibaldi admitted. But those space jockeys we
ran into held off an attack.
Really? Sosobowski chuckled, but the action must have been deeply
painful and he winced despite the morphine. Guess they were good
for something. His face grew serious. Like I said, theyll come looking
for their patrol.
Were getting ready to move now, Ill have the guys make you a
stretcher.
Dont be an idiot Private. Sosobowski scorned. I cant even raise my
arm, we both know whats going on here.
I dont know what you mean Sarge, he lied. Well carry you outta
here and off planet, then we can have the fleet fix you up.
Dont talk crap. The Polish NCO said bluntly. Follow the plan, take
those fly boys, hijack a shuttle and get gone. Youve got seniority on
Conner, that means you are in charge.
Whoa, wait a minute. Garibaldi frowned. Youre still ranking man in
the unit. Well take your orders.
Garibaldi, you are a smart soldier, dont think I dont know it was you
who totalled the Colonels car. Sosobowski smiled again. If you can
get out of that avoiding the Dilgar will be childs play.
Look, were almost ready. Well take you out
Havent you listened? Sosobowski growled.
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I heard, Im just ignoring you. Garibaldi said firmly. We all make it

out together.
Not all of us. The Sergeant sighed quietly. Its your job now
Garibaldi, get them out of here, get them home.
Sarge. Garibaldi leaned in closer, the grizzled soldier closed his eyes
and exhaled one more time. Dammit Sarge! he snapped and in
frustration punched the wall. For a moment he was lost in sadness and
anger but realized he couldnt give in to those emotions, like the
Sergeant had said he had a responsibility now. He stood, composed
himself, and then headed back towards the rest of the platoon.
What happened with the Sarge? Private Bugs asked, evidently quite
worried.
Hes gone. Garibaldi stated flatly. Grab his weapons and gear, same
for Manilow. Destroy his helmet data systems so the Dilgar cant use
them then grab your gear, the Dilgar will be here soon.
We just leave the body? Bugs wondered.
We dont have time to bury either of them. Garibaldi answered. We
need to move fast.
What about Ross, he hasnt checked in. Tucker pointed out.
Hes gone. If he was still around hed have doubled back when the
fighting started.
You think hes a prisoner? Bugs put in, none of them liked that idea.
Better dead than a prisoner of the Dilgar.
We cant do anything about it. Just grab your gear. Garibaldi wanted
to send search parties and call out on wide band radio but he couldnt,
they had to get clear before enemy reinforcements showed up. You
guys. He addressed the Space Race crew. Ready to go?
Were ready. Paul nodded, he still looked ashen but at least his mind
was working again. But we still need to haul this spare part for the
engine. He pointed to a trolley with a piece of fashioned metal on.
Gonna leave a hell of a track hauling that. Garibaldi said. You really
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More than anything. Jors answered.

How much does it weigh?
About three hundred pounds. Jors said. Too heavy to carry far.
Maybe for one guy. Garibaldi thought. Turnbow, over here.
A soldier came from the corner, a massive man equal to Jors in height
and build but with African American features. Yeah Freddy?
The stretcher for the Sarge, lets put this thing on it and the two of
you can walk with it, then we can move cross country.
Gonna be awkward. Jors shrugged. But we can do it.
If thats the plan. Turnbow added.
Thats the plan. Garibaldi confirmed. We follow the Sarges plan. Cut
across country, get into the city with our friends here and take a
shuttle to their freighter. Were neck deep in it now people, the Dilgar
know were here but weve still got some tricks to play. We move
quick, we move quiet, we get out of here together. Garibaldi stated
with confidence. No one else gets left behind, we clear on that?
The group agreed, including Pauls crew.
Alright then, its a promise. Lets go home and make sure the folks
back home know what we did here and that the Sarges family know
he died with honor. Now lets get the hell off this rock.

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Chapter 21
Immolan System, Centauri Republic.
With a whistle the thick bladed sword almost took his head off, passing
an inch from his throat. Quickly he recovered from the mistake and
raised his guard, parrying the second swing with a loud clang of metal,
nerves tingling in his forearm as his own sword shuddered with the
strike.
Too slow, his opponent grinned like a beast. You should be dead.
He said nothing, instead using the opponents taunts to launch a
stabbing attack, putting all his weight behind a rapid thrust for the
other mans chest. Unfortunately the opponent sidestepped and parried
with consummate ease, giving a brief chuckle at the effort. His rage
was growing, and the apparent levity of his opponent was digging at
his temper and drawing on his passions. He attacked again using
strong, vicious swipes to push the opponent back and force him to
surrender the initiative. The other man backed away, his face losing its
amused expression as he focused on stopping the powerful strikes.
Every blow stopped just made him more angry and determined.
Come on you rabid Learti, try your best! the opponent called with a
snarl, likening him to the predatory creatures that stalked the wilds of
Centauri prime. Call this a fight? I wasted more effort getting out of
bed this morning!
With a roar he swung the blade again, the mockery stinging him into
greater action. The sheer strength of the blows were knocking aside
his opponents sword and only the mans quick sidestepping prevented
him from being cloven in half. He lunged with great strength, and at
the last second the opponent sidestepped revealing a wooden support
holding up the buildings roof behind him. With eyes widening in horror
he couldnt react in time as the tip of his sword buried itself in the
wood and lodged tight. The other mans cold blade came to a rest by
his neck, and the shiver that rattled his spine was not due purely to
the cold of the weapon. He had been beaten.
You want to control that temper of yours. The opponent said. Itll
get you into trouble one day. He lifted the blade away from his neck.
That was very enjoyable Londo.

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Londo Mollari straightened up, breathing heavily from the duel.

Another two seconds and you would have been mine. He strained
against his sword, yanking the weapon out of the wooden support. The
weapon was known as a Coutari in the Centauri language and was a
short sword with a thick blade used to stab or bludgeon enemies. It
was a simple design and a few alien cultures had equivalent weapons,
the Drazi had something similar and the ancient Roman Empire on
Earth had equipped its armies with an almost identical weapon. It was
archaic now and very few Centauri still used them in this era of
particle guns and lasers but there were still many dueling societies in
the Republic determined to keep the tradition alive, and House Mollari
fervently believed in tradition.
For a moment I admit you almost had me. His opponent and friend
Urza Jaddo smiled. If it hadnt been for you not seeing the huge wall
over there it could have gotten quite interesting. I may have broken a
sweat.
Yes, yes. Londo grumbled. Very amusing Im sure. He unbuttoned
his thick dueling jacket designed to protect the wearer from the worst
of any impact they suffered. Londo, Urza and the other duelists in this
particular brotherhood of swordsmen rarely pulled their punches and
the jacket was the only thing preventing a painful wound becoming
fatal but even so Londo had received a number of broken bones and
bruises in his time. You are a very sneaky Centauri, you know that?
Urza laughed, not only were Londo and he firm friends but the noble
houses they belonged to were old allies who counted their allegiance
back to the harsh days of the first Republic during the Xon war, long
before even technology was created let alone space flight. Even the
shifting politics and changing loyalties of the glory days of the Republic
had failed to break the bonds of friendship both noble houses shared
and even in the current turmoil of Turhans ascension to Emperor
nothing could separate House Jaddo and House Mollari. Come on, I
have a cask of Brivari waiting to be drunk.
Ahh, at least you are gracious in victory. Londo laughed out. Almost
killing you is thirsty work!
Letting you win for a few moments until your pride tripped you is also
thirsty work! Urza grinned in response. Let me tell you again about
the time house Jaddo saved the Republic from the Orieni!

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Every time you tell that story your ancestors destroy more fleets of
vicious enemy ships! Londo laughed. Two more tellings and you will
be responsible for the rise of the whole Republic!
I thought you knew that already! Jaddo replied good humouredly.
Find a glass and join me!
The two men pulled up a pair of chairs, they were both young and only
just entering the limelight of house politics. They had gone through the
schools and academies of the home world and were now expected to
join either the Royal Navy or the diplomatic corps to increase their
profile and carry on the good name of their family. Urza was the son of
the head of house Jaddo, Lord Sural Jaddo, while Londo was a little
further down the pecking order as his father was brother to Lord Caius
Mollari, the head of his family.
To the Republic. Londo raised his glass.
The Republic. Jaddo joined him and they both downed the spirit in
one gulp. Oh yes, now thats good Brivari.
Quite a kick, it would floor a Narn! Londo laughed.
Their revelry was interrupted by the doors crashing open, the dark
wood bouncing back from the walls as they hit. Instinctively they both
jumped and grabbed the Coutari swords they had been sparing with
but relaxed slightly when they recognized the man striding in with a
face like thunder.
Father. Londo frowned. I thought you were on Centauri Prime.
Things have changed. He grimaced. A Narn fleet has crossed our
territory and has deployed at the edge of the Gorash system.
Gorash? Urza exclaimed. House Jaddo has a responsibility to protect
that system.
And House Mollari has a duty to support you. Londo stated. Then we
are preparing for battle?
Duman Mollari sighed wearily, his head low. We do not. The Emperor
is going to cede Gorash to the Narn, he is working on the official
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He cannot! Londo practically shouted. The Narns attack and we just

run away! The Republic will be the laughing stock of the galaxy!
The Emperor has spoken, the Royal Navy will not be deployed and the
Republics forces will not contest the system. If the Narn want it they
will be allowed to have it.
This is intolerable! Urza yelled. What is the Emperor thinking!
He does not want a war. Duman shrugged. Your father is
evacuating the system, House Mollari will be sending its forces to
assist and cover the withdrawal.
There must be a way around this. Londo said in desperation. A way
to keep the Narns out of our space.
The Emperor has spoken.
Yes, he said he wouldnt send his forces into battle. Londo spoke
quickly. He didnt say our own house forces couldnt fight, especially if
the Narns attack us as we evacuate.
Londo, dont even think that. His father said sternly. To play words
with the Emperor is a certain way to lose your head.
Each of the Centauri houses was considered responsible for protecting
their own trade and assets, this meant that each maintained its own
legitimate armed forces including frontline warships and ground forces.
While the Royal Navy was under the Emperors direct control and had
vastly more ships than the combined might of all the noble house
forces the fleets under houses Mollari and Jaddo were still a
considerable force and surprisingly well trained for what amounted to
Militia units.
If our two house fleets united we might have the strength to drive off
the Narn and not involve the Emperor. Londo said. All we need to do
is make sure the Narn make the first move, then it is self defense.
You are playing with fire son.
Father, listen to me. Londo said passionately. You and I both know
the Centauri will be shamed by this. Turhan is new, he doesnt realize
what he is doing! We can save the Republic from this shame but also
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And prevent us from losing our heads. Urza added. I doubt Turhan
will like it.
But the people will! Londo enthused. If the public see us fighting the
Narn they will demand the Emperor does something, he cannot
refuse!
You risk making an enemy of the Emperor, House Mollari does not
need that. Duman warned.
He wont be able to act against us if the people are behind what we
do. No one wants to give the Narn planets, they will not oppose the
Emperor if he orders it but he cannot do so if we fight a battle there.
His power is still weak. Londo smiled. In twenty years he may even
thank us.
I doubt it. Urza sighed. But we cant let the Narns do this. We must
act with or without the Emperors blessing, we must adhere to the old
spirit of the Republic, the Lion of the Galaxy.
It will work father, I am sure of it. Just let us try. Londo pleaded.
We owe it to house Jaddo to help them save face.
Duman nodded, his face more relaxed than when he arrived. I will
talk to the elders, let them know your proposal.
I urge you to do so quickly. Londo said. We must act before the
Emperor formally cedes the system, if we move after that it will be
treason.
It might be treason anyway. His father said. but our alliance is an
ancient one, and if honoring it costs me my head then it is a small
price for the heritage we pride ourselves on. We will let you know.
Duman turned and trotted off eager to tell his peers about the new
development.
Think it will work? Urza asked quietly.
I do not know my friend. Londo shrugged. The Republic is not what
it used to be, dealing with Narns when we should be crushing them?
he poured more Brivari for himself and Urza. Bah! It is a sorry state
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Still planning to single handedly restore the glory of the Centauri

Republic? Urza smiled and took the glass. You are a dreamer Londo.
Perhaps, but the Narns are pushing us too far. He raised his glass.
And we will teach them a sharp lesson. To glorious battle.
To victory. Urza clinked his glass and downed another shot of the
drink. Yes, good Brivari.
Londo savored the fine spirit, in a few days he expected to be savoring
the taste of victory with equal relish. Whether it wanted to or not the
Lion of the Galaxy was going to roar once more.
Altair sector, Earth Alliance space.
No. Admiral Akira Hamato said concisely. It would be a great
mistake.
Just hear me out sir. Vice Admiral Anne Thornhill continued. We
could be in and out of there in ten seconds flat.
They were seated in what passed for an Admirals stateroom on board
an Orion class station orbiting Altair. As a major jump network nexus
and a location close to Markab and League space the system had a
high strategic importance, especially with the recent Dilgar crisis.
Admiral Hamato had brought his 3rd fleet from Orion colony to Altair
to cover Earths effective front line in the unlikely event the Dilgar ever
made it this far towards the rim and was responsible for drilling his
ships in the best way to combat the Dilgar, a hard task considering
very little information had been gathered about the Dilgar capabilities.
However Earth Force command had made a shrewd move in
appointing Admiral Hamato, the short and unassuming Japanese
officer possessed one of the most complex and thoughtful minds in the
military, the sort of officer who could carefully contemplate every
possible situation and have a contingency plan ready to deal with it. In
wargames he had never once fallen for a surprise attack or risked his
forces without justification and those characteristics ensured his rise to
command. Some said that he was too rigid and in a real war would
have trouble adjusting to the flow of battle, but as far as his
subordinates could tell Hamato had not once lost control of a situation,
from fleet wide exercises to stirring his tea, he treated every action
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Expeditions toward the front lines are restricted by executive order.

Hamato stated calmly. We have our orders.
We wouldnt be on the front lines, just passing close by when we
accidentally jump into the wrong system. Thornhill replied. A honest
mistake.
A dangerous lie. Hamato corrected. We would be risking too much
for no appreciable gain.
Admiral Thornhill had come to her commander with a simple idea, she
wanted to take her squadron of warships on a deep patrol of neutral
space between the League of Non-Aligned worlds. It was the sort of
thing Earth force had done before though not very frequently and
certainly not in this time of war. Only one expedition had entered
League space since the Dilgar opened their war, and that ship had
never returned.
Anne, Hamato said with a gentle tone in his voice. He was usually
very distant and cool but in truth had a warm side and as much
compassion as anyone else in the fleet. I know the Persephone was
one of yours and you must feel an obligation to go and find out what
happened to it.
I didnt believe the official report. Thornhill said firmly. Captain
DeVierre was far too smart to get caught in a cross fire, if his ship was
destroyed its because it was deliberately targeted. It was no accident.
Perhaps, but I cannot let you go to Tirrith to find out, it is too far
away, at least a week even on the most direct route.
Admiral please, we cant just turn our backs on them, that isnt Earth
forces tradition.
There is no evidence you will find anything. Hamato said. By now
the Dilgar will have cleaned up quite thoroughly.
And what if there are survivors, then what? she said. We will be
abandoning them to the Dilgar! We both know what that means.
If the stories are to be believed. Hamato qualified the situation, both
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We need to know Admiral, even if we dont enter the system we

should hang around in hyperspace and scan for signals or distress
calls, maybe even the data recorder from the ship itself.
We cant predict what the Dilgar will do if they find you monitoring a
system they have claimed. Hamato said. They may simply attack
you, they seem aggressive and have no compunction about firing on
vessels without warning.
Ill take the risk sir, and I know my crews will follow me if it means
finally putting the Persephone to rest.
Id like to authorize it, Id like to know what happened. Hamato
sighed. But the politics are complicated and the risks too great. Ill
take to the joint chiefs about it but I fear we must let go. The
Persephone and her crew are gone, either dead or taken beyond our
ability to retrieve them even if we used force. Given the alternative let
us hope they died quickly.
We cant give up on them sir, we cant.
Admiral, there is nobody left to give up on. Hamato stated. Return
to your command, Earth Force is sending us the Brooklyn to replace
the Persephone in your squadron, it will take most of your time to
integrate the new ship into your tactical formations and cross training.
Move on Admiral, if you try anything foolish it will cost you your job,
and possibly the lives of your entire squadron. He looked his troubled
subordinate directly in the eye.
There is nothing the Earth Alliance can do for the Persephone now.
Tirrith, Capital city.
Jhadur was waiting in the doorway of the hospital as the armored
transport screeched to a halt in the forecourt, no doubt mirroring the
course of ambulances serving the building before the Dilgar arrival.
The doors at the rear of the transport were flung open and two well
armed soldiers in black uniforms and covered faces sprang out. She
recognized them as Spectre troops, one of the elite units of the Dilgar
Imperium often given small but important jobs. There were a handful
of the small teams on planet along with the more common and
aggressive Stormtroopers and thousands of regular troops. The fact
the Dilgar used a variety of different military forces was one of the
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merely general troops the Dilgar army had specialized forces for
specialized roles which had proven hugely successful so far. It was a
source of great pride for the army and the Battle masters who
controlled ground operations.
Another figure was forced from the vehicle, he was the same height
and build as the Spectres but wore a green uniform rather than black
and had his hands bound to his back. Jhadur instantly recognized him
as human, the photographs and descriptions acquired from the
Centauri left no doubt. His face was bruised and bloody indicating he
had put up a struggle but the Spectres had him well under control.
Two more clambered from the transport and together moved the
human towards the building.
Your prisoner Warmaster. The leader reported, loose black material
covering all his face except for his yellow eyes.
Take him inside, operating theatre one. She stood to one side
clearing the way. Tie him down and then return to your duties.
The troops moved in and pushed the prisoner into the building
directing him towards Jhadurs prepared medical room. She followed
on in fascination, her research telling her that this man was a human
soldier, a fighting man like those who had tried to turn back the battle
in orbit. Analyzing a new species was always a thrill, a task of
discovery which reminded her of her early days and the reason she
started out as a scientist. She was particularly interested to know if his
brain exhibited the same chemicals as every other species she had
examined.
Warmaster. A voice said from behind. She turned to see a fifth
Spectre stood behind her, she hadnt even heard him step up.
Your reputation for stealth is well deserved. She smiled, too excited
to be annoyed. What is it?
The humans equipment. The Spectre was clutching a tangle of
pouches and a helmet. Where shall I put it?
Does it work?
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She sighed, but the though of the inevitable vivisection kept her spirits
up. Take them to the university. She pointed to the building a couple
of hundred yards away. Give them to the team researching the data
recorder from the human starship, it may help them crack both
systems.
At once Warmaster. The man hurried away, and moments later his
comrades reappeared, saluted Jhadur and left to return to the hunt.
Other humans were believed to be in the area and Jhadur wanted as
many specimens as possible. She entered the lab, noting her personal
guards headed by Tarval stationed within and the human chained to a
medical bed, then with a smile she approached.
Hello. She said in perfect English. How are you?
The soldier looked a little surprised at hearing her speak his language,
but the look quickly passed. Accommodation could do with
improvement, and the taxi service on this world is rubbish.
She continued smiling. Jhadur was quickly learning English from
stolen Centauri language files but despite being a quick study it had
been less than a week since she started. She activated a translation
computer on a nearby desk which would handle the job far more
effectively until she finished her studies.
Welcome to Tirrith. She continued. Are you alone here?
Nah, Ive got the goon squad for company. He looked at the guards
around the room. And you of course, Im guessing youre in charge?
That would be correct. She nodded.
In that case I have an important message, the soldier grinned. Go
screw yourself.
Jhadur raised an eyebrow at the translation. Interesting suggestion.
She replied coldly. Youre name is Ross correct?
Wow, you can read my name tag. I can see why they put you in
charge, I mean with that sort of skill the galaxy will bow before you.
You mock me, if you knew what I did for a living you would have a lot
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Girl, I have more respect for the guy who scrubs the latrines. Ross
smiled. So I guess you start torturing me right?
Sooner or later. She said. I want to know how you operate your
equipment so I can use those principles to access the data in your
ships data recorder.
Good luck, that battle management system is damn complex, even I
havent figured it out yet. He explained. I just got what the birds
and the bees meant. It aint what youd think.
Jhadur moved closer. I want to know how many of you there are on
planet and where you are going.
There are four of us, our leader is a chick called Dorothy and were off
to see the wizard. He lowered his voice. The wonderful wizard of Oz.
You are wasting my time. She sighed. Which makes me bored, and
when I get bored I need to find something to do. She picked up a
syringe filled with a blue liquid. So once again, how many and
where?
Its slipped my mind. Ross stated.
Jhadur moved closer. You must realize its all over, there is no way
out of here, no rescue for you or your friends. If you are helpful I may
let you live to study your behavior, if not she tapped the syringe.
You really dont get it? We humans dont take well to threats. Were a
stubborn bunch.
All the more satisfying to break. The Warmaster grinned. Your ship
fought well.
What ship would that be? Ross said. I have no idea.
The Earth Alliance ship Persephone, Hyperion class, launched August
2216 at the Rocketdyne yards at Proxima III. Jhadur smiled. Your
Galaxy Net is an ingenious thing, I found an electronic site called
Janes fighting Starships of the galaxy which was very helpful in
gauging your fleet strength. However it did not go into specifics about
your technology, I think the data recorder we recovered will and you
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Tempting, but I have a counter proposal. Ross said. How about you
kiss my lily white
Jhadur moved with incredible speed and pushed the needle into Ross
neck, the sharp twinge silencing him. This is not a game.
No, but the chains and needles are pretty kinky. He whispered.
What is it with you chicks who enjoy that?
My patience grows thin, I am a busy woman.
Well boo hoo, unchain my hands so I can wipe away the tears.
I know there are more of you, you didnt wipe out a detachment of
stormtroopers single handed, there must be at least fifty of you.
At least. Ross swallowed. More like a hundred, and thats all Ill tell
you.
Its a start. Jhadur said. Wasnt hard was it?
Pretty unimaginative interrogation though, you had much practice?
No. Jhadur leaned in closer. By this time I usually have a subjects
guts out in a little tray while they scream for mercy and death.
Youre a bitch, and someday soon youre going to land in a whole
world of crap.
That was an insult, you dont want to know what happened to the last
person who insulted me. She leaned in less than an inch from his
face. You are alive so I can study your mind, when you are no longer
interesting Ill scrape out your skull and probe your mind in a more
direct manner. So I suggest you give me what I want.
Well, I dont usually go for brunettes, but if you like I can he
whispered his opinion of what Jhadur needed to make her day.
I see. She answered. Well, thats where Ill begin the dissection.
She smiled coldly. Until then, heres a taster. She injected the blue
liquid, then stepped back. Its a formula of my own making, a pain
serum which attacks the nerves across your body. It will be quite
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You better pray I dont get out of here! Ross called after her.
Because if it kills me Ill see you dead!
Your defiance is futile. She opened the door. One way or another
you will help me understand humans, either by talking or by becoming
my first human dissection. Make a choice, Ill be back in the morning.
Hows this for understanding? he raised his arm slightly and
extended his middle finger. Try that for a cultural exchange!
With a smile she stepped out and headed away, she still had plenty of
work to do on this planets natives, though it was eclipsed by having
such an incredible new opportunity to exploit. The Human was
incredible, he clearly knew what was in store but didnt seem to care.
Any logical being would have been shivering in terror even if they did
not know the reputation of The Deathwalker they should know
something. His tenacity was remarkable and she would take great
pleasure in seeing how long he could go without breaking. This would
be an excellent week for the progression of science and understanding.
To the south.
Garibaldi took a quick bite of his meal bar, an unappealing beige
material with all the nutrition he needed for an afternoon. It was
terrible to his refined tastes but it was something he could eat on the
move which made it indispensable. The survivors of red Platoon were
at least well provisioned but still far from home and safety. The loss of
their Sergeant had been a terrible blow, Sosobowski was the man they
all looked up to and the most experienced veteran amongst them all.
His loss was a serious knock to their chances of getting off world alive
and they all knew it. Despite Garibaldis determination the units
morale was at rock bottom.
Do you have any idea where we are? Garibaldi asked Paul Calendar.
We cant use the helmet maps, gotta keep energy emissions low.
South of the city, maybe fifteen miles out. He said. Were in the
woodland that connects to it, passing by Mount Tirrith. He pointed to
the towering rock face a few hundred yards away. You can see that
from the city.
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No, but my translator TKoth has. He nodded towards the Narn

walking ahead of them. He knows the way.
Garibaldi didnt answer. They had been walking through featureless
woodland for the past few hours trying to put as much distance as
possible between the scene of the fire fight and themselves so when
the Dilgar arrived to investigate they would find nothing. For a while
after they started moving there was a lot of airborne activity, using the
tree canopy as cover the group appeared to avoid detection and over
the time the activity had shifted south. Garibaldi figured they were
searching in the opposite direction the platoon was heading, reasoning
they wouldnt be stupid enough to head towards the central Dilgar HQ.
However Garibaldi was plenty stupid enough, maybe it was a master
plan but he personally felt it was a huge mistake.
Getting close to dawn. Private Conner spoke. We should take cover
for a while.
Yeah, lets take shelter by the mountain, find a cavern somewhere.
Garibaldi nodded. We could use a rest.
The group altered their direction, the unit was well spaced out to avoid
ambushes with the civilian Space Race crew and the engine part in the
centre and the infantry covering all sides at a safe distance but still in
visual range with their buddies in case one disappeared like Ross.
They found a sizeable cavern and headed in, the civilians and first
section sitting down and taken a rest while second section spread out
around the entrance and watched for movement.
Well take four hours rest and sleep, then change places. Garibaldi
told Conner. After your section gets some sleep it should be getting
dark enough to move again.
Sounds good Freddy. Conner agreed. See you in four. He darted off
into the woods and vanished into the undergrowth leaving Garibaldi to
walk further into the cavern making sure no one was near the open
entrance.
Freddy, looks secure. Private Tucker said. Theres no way in at the
back, just the front opening.
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He went deeper into the cave, it was dimly lit with red low level
lighting provided by the troops survival kit, they couldnt risk anything
brighter. While Garibaldis section rested by the middle of the cavern
the civilians were right at the back, the whole cave was about eight
feet tall and three hundred yards deep with a few twists along its
length.
You people settling in? he asked.
Yeah, pretty good thanks. Paul nodded. Truthfully it was
uncomfortable and terrifying but after all that had happened he wasnt
complaining. We staying here all day?
Until its dark again. Garibaldi confirmed. Youll have about eight
hours, get some sleep.
You need a hand with guard duty? Toby volunteered enthusiastically.
I can help.
Thanks kid. Garibaldi smiled. But its covered, get some rest.
He looked a little disappointed, but settled down. Garibaldi
straightened up and made to move away, his own fatigue ambushing
him as he relaxed.
Hey, Garibaldi. Paul stepped up. I wanted to say were sorry about
your Sergeant, he seemed a good guy.
Garibaldi lowered his eyes and nodded sadly. Yeah, there arent two
guys like that in the world.
Its hard work leading, especially when you are dropped in a hell hole
like this. Paul stated supportively. Ive been there, still am in fact.
He looked to his own crew finding space to lay amongst the rocks. But
youll do good, and we can get out of here.
Garibaldi nodded. We can try. He sighed. Anyway, I think you guys
should get a bit of an upgrade, your weapons are okay but weve got
two PPG rifles going spare and my guys are getting bored of hauling
them.
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Hed have liked that, that way itll still kick butt with the rest of the
platoon. Garibaldi smiled at the thought. Give them to your best
shots, theyre just like regular rifles but no recoil.
Thanks, itll help. Paul returned Garibaldis smile. Did I thank you
for rescuing our butts?
Get us off planet and well call it even. Garibaldi chuckled.
At that moment a bolt of blue energy crashed into Garibaldis chest
hurling the soldier back with a shocked exhalation of breath. He hit a
wall and fell smoking to the floor.
Holy! Paul staggered backwards and tripped on a rock, falling
heavily. The blue energy weapons fired again, clearly more than one of
them and lit up the dark room. To his amazement the fire was coming
from within the cave near his own crew.
Down! Down! Down! the voice of Tucker yelled and the weary troops
moved with sudden speed rolling down and sheltering behind larger
rocks. Paul turned and saw two figures wearing black uniforms laying
down full auto fire in the cave, their weapons identical to the Dilgar
rifles hed seen earlier at the house.
A roar grabbed his attention as Jors ran at one of the soldiers,
swinging his massive fist at the nearest Dilgar head. The black clad
soldier ducked, momentarily ceasing fire and Jors fist swung past. With
a vicious move he slammed the stock into the big mans chest and
used Jors momentum to drop him to the floor, then raised his rifle to
finish him. Before he could fire TKoth was there, knocking the weapon
to one side and physically clawing the helmet off the soldier. He
ducked back and tried to shoot the Narn but by the Toby was there as
well, grabbing the weapon and pulling it from his grip. The Dilgar
wasnt done though, driving his fist into TKoths chest with
unthinkable force and dropping the breathless Narn with rapid speed.
Faster than the eye could follow he kicked out at the same time and
sent Toby sprawling.
The second Dilgar was still firing from cover, the first red PPG rounds
sailing past but the unarmed soldier was behind a little twist in the
cave keeping him safe from the gropos fire. That meant it was up to
the Race crew. As Toby dropped and Jors righted himself Paul made
his move too, he charged the soldier and lowered his shoulder aiming
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Dilgar sidestepping as Paul passed and tripping him, sending the

Captain face first into the hard floor. He rolled to see Jors land a
crushing blow on the soldiers chest, following with a second to the
head which sent the alien spinning. He closed in, but the Dilgars arm
lashed out grasping a bright knife, the blade cutting into Jors upper
arm and causing him to step back. The black clad warrior was far too
good to take hand to hand, Paul quickly looked around for a better
weapon, seeing Garibaldis PPG on the floor where hed dropped it. He
began crawling over, but then felt a crushing weight pressed on his
back, the boot of the Dilgar soldier. He braced himself and waited for
the knife, but then the pressure was released. He spun around to
protect himself and stopped in surprise.
It was Jenny, the half Japanese weapons officer was striking the Dilgar
soldier with blurringly fast attacks, her arms and legs lashing and
blocking with incredible skill. The Soldier slashed the knife at her
throat, and she bent back almost double letting the bright blade cruise
past, then punched up in the Dilgars armpit physically dislocating his
shoulder. With a yelp the man backhanded the knife which Jenny
stopped, grabbing his wrist and twisting until he dropped the knife.
She grabbed it from the air before it fell six inches and used her grip
on his harm to toss the soldier over her shoulder, tracing the knife
across his neck while he was still in the air and rushing away before he
even landed, clawing at his open throat.
She was on the second soldier in an instant, he had no time to turn
the rifle before she buried her heel in his face, following up with a
powerful punch to the windpipe which effectively ended his days. Paul
was utterly shocked, he had never even dreamed the slender girl was
capable of such visceral violence. He was even more shocked when
another black clad warrior emerged out of thin air, his form ripple into
existence. He yelled a warning but Jenny was already there, disarming
the soldier, kicking his knees so he dropped down and the expertly
breaking his neck. After the dull snap silence returned to the cave,
only the heavy breathing of the occupants letting him know he wasnt
deaf.
What the Toby spoke. Dilgar Ninjas!
Paul didnt answer, his gaze was completely locked on Jenny and she
met it straight on for a moment, then looked away. She had never
even hinted at these skills and there was nothing in her past record
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Paul. Jors said. Paul!

He broke away from Jenny, the soldiers rushing forward towards
where Garibaldi had fallen and to make sure the Dilgar were dead. He
staggered to his feet and walked over. Yeah, hey you okay? he
nodded at the wound in his pilots arm.
TKoths dead. He answered flatly.
Paul didnt get it straight away, the news had to settle in his ears for a
moment. What?
Hes dead, that Dilgar soldier killed him.
Paul looked down on the Narn laid up against the wall, his neck had
been cut with the knife used by the lead trooper, the one he had
himself been killed by.
No way, this didnt just happen. First Jenny turned out to be the new
Bruce Lee, then one of his oldest friends ends up dead at his fleet.
This didnt happen! What the hell is this! he spun to face Jenny. And
just who the hell are you!
She did not answer, and before anything else was said two soldiers
stepped up.
That shouldnt have happened. Paul was hugely relieved to recognize
Garibaldi, his chest armor was smoking and it looked like he was in
pain but thankfully alive. How did they get in here?
Chameleon suits. Jenny said in hushed tones. Id heard about them,
they make a wearer invisible to light and EM scans. They just walked
right in before firing.
What? What are you talking about? Paul said emotionally. Where did
you hear about this crap, and where did learn to fight like that?
That wasnt normal martial arts. Garibaldi said. I saw it all, Martial
arts teach you to defend and immobilize, not kill in three moves. You
didnt learn that in a gym.
What? Toby looked between Jenny and Garibaldi. Jennys a ninja
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Paul grabbed her, the anger consuming him along with grief. TKoth is
dead! Who the hell are you!
She didnt try to resist, her eyes almost sad. Im sorry, I am so, so
sorry.
Who are you! Paul demanded.
My names not Jenny Shoku, its Jenny Sakai, Earth Force Special
forces.
He let her go, his mouth gaping wide open. He stepped back shaking
his head.
Girl, Garibaldi raised his rifle, Tucker followed suit. You have some
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Chapter 22
Tirrith Star system.
Garibaldi kept his rifle aimed at the seemingly frail looking girl who
served on the Space Race. He figured she was only in her mid twenties
but the way shed taken apart the Dilgar troopers made him extremely
cautious. Tucker and Bugs were also training their weapons on her as
a safety measure while the rest of the section held back now fully alert
and looking for an explanation.
What was that! Conner skidded to a halt in the cave. Did someone
fire? his question was answered when he saw the three Dilgar
operatives on the floor. Guess so.
Im waiting for some answers. Garibaldi said flatly. Youve been
lying to us and I want to know why before we go any further.
How could you do that? Toby glared at her. You were one of us and
for over a year you played us! You were family!
Paul said nothing, he just fixed her with an icy stare. She looked at
him with genuine regret but couldnt hold his gaze.
We deserve to know. Jors said angrily as he knelt by TKoth, Private
Harlow bandaging his arm without him hardly noticing.
She nodded slowly. Yes you do, and I swear now nobody was
supposed to get hurt.
Guess you kinda blew it then huh? Toby spat.
Jenny sighed and sat down on the floor, her every move watched
tensely by the soldiers covering her. She could disarm one of them,
maybe two but the rest of the section would concentrate its fire and
put her down. If she knew it she didnt show any fear, just what
looked to Garibaldi like regret. Conner, he spoke. Keep an eye out
front, if something happens, if you see anything even a little
suspicious, tell me.
You got it Freddy. He took one more look around and then dashed
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Jenny began to tell her story, most of it seemed directed at Paul but
her voice was clear enough for all the assembled company to hear.
My name is Jennifer Sakai, calling myself Shoku was a lie. Most of the
rest I told you when I joined the crew is true, Im twenty seven, I was
brought up on Mars among a private shipping and freighter owning
family and spent most of my childhood on tramp freighters, just like I
said.
Ive heard of the Sakai family. Jors said. Theyre legit. Surveyors
and freight Captains just like us.
But not you. Toby accused.
No, not me. Jenny agreed. I didnt want to eek out a living on the
space lanes getting tracked by raiders, so I joined Earthforce and
ended up in the army.
You trained as a Gropo? Bugs frowned. But youre sosmall.
Its an illusion, Im strong enough to handle myself. The three dead
Dilgar were in silent agreement with that fact. I never made it to the
infantry, in the officer training academy one of the tutors spotted my
ability to memorize most anything, I could pick out the tiniest detail
and keep it in my mind, they thought it was a useful skill so they sent
me for advanced training with the Razvedchiks.
Crap, thats a serious outfit. Garibaldi said respectfully.
Shes a what? Toby frowned.
Recon troops. Tucker clarified. Best in the business, they go in
behind enemy lines and just merge into the background relaying back
target info, troop movements, anything. Then they just fade away and
show up again back at base, you wouldnt even know they were
there.
I heard a squad of these guys sat for a month in a tiny cluster of
rocks observing a resistance base in the Mars rebellion. Bugs added.
Just staying in one tiny area about twenty feet square watching the
rebels come and go, counting their numbers and then calling in
precision strikes. Real dedicated bunch.
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She had a better hiding place. Paul finally spoke, his voice flat and
emotionless. Among us.
Jenny cast her eyes down. Youre right. I was with the Ravs for a few
months before I got seconded to Earth Intelligence, apparently my
talents of observation and memory were good enough to have them
put me through spy school and turn me into a full EIA agent. This was
my first assignment.
Half spy, half special forces operative. Garibaldi nodded. Quite a
combination of skills, youre either one or the other, being both is
extremely rare.
It is. She said. We only get sent on the most important missions.
So what was your mission? Toby mocked. To get lost and stuck on
alien worlds? To get your friends killed?
It was the Dilgar. Paul stated. Thats why you are here isnt it?
Slowly she nodded. When Alaca fell, even though no official action
was taken Earth Intelligence took notice. They set up plans to infiltrate
the Dilgar but they all failed. Usually we try to either blackmail a
member of an alien government or major corporation or we just bribe
them, but that didnt take with the Dilgar. They were fanatics, even
when we had genuine dirt on them they wouldnt play. So we needed a
new plan, we needed to observe them from neutral space.
So you used us to get you there. Jors shook his head. This is why I
hate the government.
Why didnt you use your own spy ships? Garibaldi asked.
The Dilgar would have figured it out, theyd have spotted the higher
than normal sensor scans and just destroyed them without worrying
about the consequences. Its what they did to the cruiser you came
here on.
So you used a regular freighter. Jors said.
Thats right, it meant I couldnt get precise scans but I could talk to
other captains and crew in trade hubs and hear their stories. That was
all I was meant to do, we had no idea the Dilgar would attack and wed
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But thats what happened isnt it? Paul accused. You must have
known there could have been trouble.
Its why Intelligence picked the Space Race. She admitted. They
knew you had a vacancy when your uncle retired, and they knew your
ship was fast enough to get away if we were attacked. No one else
could have survived the fall of Utriel. Paul, the information I have can
give Earth what it needs to prepare to fight the Dilgar!
And whats the lives of a few ship crew members compared to that?
Paul spat.
This wasnt supposed to happen! she pleaded. I didnt want this!
But being in the middle of an attack showed my all about Dilgar tactics
and how ruthless they are, plus now we know they have stealth suits.
Im sorry for what happened, TKoth was my friend too but I have a
duty to Earth and I intend to carry it out.
And thats why we are here. Paul said slowly, every word laden with
anger and resentment. The Abbai job, you were the one who found it
and suggested we take it. Every time we were ready to come home
one more job miraculously showed up which kept us out here longer
and longer. Its your fault we were out here when the Dilgar attacked,
all of this, everything, its all down to you. Now youve got TKoths
blood on your hands.
This wasnt
Just shut up! Paul snapped. TKoth is dead! Hes gone and if it
hadnt been for you wed all be sat on Mars drinking to our good
fortune not to be anywhere near this nightmare!
I think we just calm down a little, okay. Garibaldi stepped in. Its
happened now, save the blame and vendettas for when we get out of
here.
Hes right. Jenny said. We need to stick together, we can still get
out of here.
So far your advice has led us from one disaster to another, why
should we trust you know? Toby scoffed. Forget the lies, you just
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I got us this far, and the ship is still up there. She said. Plus I found
these guys. She indicated to the soldiers.
Yeah, you suggested we head out of our way which brought us to this
platoon. How did you know there were Earth troops this far out? Jors
wondered.
She showed them her watch. This things got a little receiver in which
picks up on Earth force transmissions. I cant hear them but it gives
me a direction. I picked up a transmission when we landed so I just
took us along and found the source. The platoon. She looked at
Garibaldi. I figured we were better off coming together.
So you can use them too? Paul said. Get some bodyguards to see
you off world?
No, that isnt the reason! I just want all of us to get off here alive!
All of us except for TKoth. Paul said harshly. And the Sergeant, and
the two others missing or dead because they had to escort us in and
open their perimeter. Youve killed enough people trying to play us. I
say we waste her.
Whoa now, just wait a minute. Garibaldi said hastily. Were not
wasting anyone. Shes been lying to us, I dont like it but we could still
use her.
How? Jors spoke.
You saw how she took down those guys. Garibaldi stated. Were still
in enemy territory and we need every weapon and advantage we can
find, and shes the best fighter weve got.
You cant trust her. Paul spoke icily. Whos to say she wont lead
you to your deaths just to cause a distraction?
Because if she did she realizes my boys and girls would shoot her
down in two seconds flat. We dont have to like her, but shes too
valuable to our mission. Garibaldi lowered his rifle. We all want to
get out of here, so lets do it.
The rest of the troops also safetied their weapons following Garibaldis
lead. Jenny might not be wholly liked or trusted but they were still on
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Thanks Garibaldi. She said.

Dont thank me. He said plainly If any of my guys get killed because
of you Ill tie you to a tree and leave you for the Dilgar. With a cold
smile he turned his back and headed away. Alright people, funs over,
get some sleep.
Jenny stood back up, Toby turned away and settled down to sleep
making sure he deliberately ignored her. Jors turned away and began
chatting to the soldier patching up his arm. It just left Paul sat on a
rock staring at TKoth.
Well just have to leave him here. He said not looking at her. He
should have gone back to his family on Narn for burial.
Im sorry Paul, I swear this wasnt supposed to happen. She
repeated, it was vital for her that he understood and accepted that she
was as scared and full of regret as any of them. Weve spent a year
working together, look at what weve been through, doesnt that mean
anything?
I thought it did, I trusted you Jenny and look where it got us. Its all
built on a lie which means all that youve done is worthless.
I lied about who I was, but what weve been through wasnt a lie.
She said with genuine feeling. That was the real me, and I just want
to try and get us all home.
Paul turned and looked straight at her. Listen carefully. He said in
little more than a whisper. I hold you personally responsible for all of
this, for TKoths death, for my ship getting shot up, to all of us ending
up in a situation we arent likely to escape from. Is that clear?
She nodded.
If you speak to me again, or tell me one more time you are sorry
then I will kill you. You might by a spy, but all the kung fu in the
galaxy wont let you dodge a bullet. Remember that, now get the hell
away from me.
Jenny stepped back, she didnt have a choice. She could have killed
him but that was just unthinkable, over the past year she truly had
come to consider herself one of the crew, they lived and worked
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now out of that family, cast away because she wanted to serve Earth
and make sure her people were ready to face the Dilgar. She had done
the right thing, why didnt her friends see it? Deep down of course she
knew why, but she couldnt let go that easily. She would win back their
trust and friendship, and at the same time get them all of this planet.
She walked away and joined the soldiers, the nearest ones gave her a
wary look but took no action. It made her feel even more alone, they
were scared of her and what she might sacrifice to achieve her
mission. She wasnt like that but they wouldnt believe her, so with
overwhelming sadness she settled down for a dreamless sleep.
Capital city.
Jhadur didnt even bother cleaning up after her latest round of
experiments, deciding that the bloodstained medical overalls she wore
might prove helpful in intimidating the human prisoner. So far hed
been annoyingly stubborn and had shared nothing worth knowing, not
even insights into his personal life that might aid in breaking him.
However she had plenty of time before she had to begin the offensive
against the League once more, and as the old expression went There
is more than one way to skin a cat, which she knew from first hand
experience to be correct.
Feeling better? she said breezily as she walked into the cold room
where the interrogation was taking place.
Just dandy here. Ross replied loudly. He was feigning energy but
Jhadur could see he had weakened significantly over the night, at
least in body. Gonna recommend this to all my friends.
Good, Im sure theyll be here any hour now. She smiled. In truth
they had heard nothing from either the conventional searches of from
the elite Spectre units tracking the woods and impasses of the world. A
force big enough to take on forty Stormtroopers should have been
extremely easy to find, they had recovered two bodies which were
waiting for her attentions in the hospital cool room but nothing more,
and to suffer just two casualties in the battle was highly unlikely.
There had to be more of them, it was the only logical answer.
Yeah, I bet youll find them anytime soon. Ross grinned. Oh yeah,
all is lost.
So the pain didnt break your spirit? Jhadur raised an eyebrow.
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Guess you just aint doing it right. Ross offered. You know this is
pretty disappointing, the Brakiri are supposed to be scared crapless of
you but Im thinking your all talk and no torture.
Thats because Im taking my time, you are a special case. She
smiled. When my time does finally come, then you will know what
real torture is.
He sighed. Points for effort, but your intimidation technique needs
work.
She stepped back with a smile. Who needs intimidation when you
have a big sharp knife? Be seeing ya. She ended with a human
phrase, then headed out of the room slightly troubled. There was a
very strong chance these humans could be more trouble than she had
first predicted. The other Warmasters were dismissive of them as a
race, intelligence reports suggested they would do anything to avoid
war and were to primitive to waste time over. That same intelligence
however also said the Abbai would fold under a dedicated attack,
something which they assuredly had not and Jhadur had seen with her
own eyes what a single Human ship had done to a force which
outnumbered and outgunned it.
Warmaster. A brusque voice called her, she turned her head to see
her personal guard Tarval.
Captain, any news on the hunt?
Nothing Warmaster. He fell into step beside her as they exited the
hospital and crossed the small courtyard to the university. Our search
teams havent seen anything.
We have gunships and fighters looking from the air, troops on the
ground and satellites in orbit. She said tiredly. I refuse to believe
they just vanished.
Weve searched the same ground three times, we stop or destroy
every vehicle. They just arent there Warmaster.
Has any vessel left orbit? she snapped impatiently.
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Then they are still here. She said directly. Find them, or I will take
out my frustration on you!
He saluted and quickly scurried her way. She smiled a little to know
her reputation still carried weight despite the humans defiance. She
barged through the university doors and headed for the wing where
her scientists were trying to access the human technology, another
one of lifes little frustrations for her to manage. Either her scientists
were truly stupid or the Human technology was better than intelligence
would have them all believe. The thought made her even more angry,
a lack of information was a sure way to lose an army.
She found professor Drayash studying the same data he had picked
out days ago when he had first arrived. She took it as a bad sign of
progress that he was still on page one of his studies. He quickly stood
up when he noticed her and bowed.
So far this day has been disappointing. Jhadur stated flatly. I didnt
even enjoy my research into Tirrithan diseases so I sincerely hope you
have something to improve my mood.
Drayash seemed to be staring at her chest, which at first made her
want to expand her research to include him, until she recognized fear
in his expression. She remembered she was still in her medical garb
drenched with blood and smiled in wry amusement. Professor? she
prompted.
He tore his eyes away from the grizzly scene. Yes, err, weve made a
few discoveries. He stuttered For example the control system for the
soldiers equipment is coded to the wearers DNA, only the owner can
work it.
What if I were to cut off his head and place it in the helmet? Would
that work?
Well, he paled as he considered the image. Yes, it might. We need
to do more research.
Very well, I still need the prisoner to talk yet but when I am done you
may have all the samples you need. She promised. What else?
He looked to the left and then right trying to catch they eye of the rest
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were all paying special attention to events. Seeing he would get no

support he took responsibility. There is nothing else Warmaster.
She had known that was the answer, any discovery would have been
immediately brought to her attention. Still, the look of terror on the
scientists face was priceless. Nothing else? she sneered.
No Warmaster. She detected a quiver in Drayashs voice. It was
music to her.
Then let me make this offer. She smiled coldly. You have three
days, if you have nothing by then you will lose one finger per day until
you do find something useful. After fingers and toes comes hands,
feet, arms, legs. You get the idea. The longer it takes the less you will
weigh at the end. Do you understand me professor?
Yes Warmaster. He squeaked.
Well then, Ill be seeing you soon. Do not disappoint me.
As she left the room she still felt angry, the exercise of her authority
had not done anything to alleviate her mood and the gnawing
presence of the humans somewhere on planet was still pressing her
thoughts. It shouldnt matter, they were few in number and would be
no threat to the great Dilgar Warmachine, but still she was troubled.
They had proven to be good fighters and resistant to interrogation,
and while it was almost heresy to admit it the Persephone had out
fought five Dilgar warships of her personal battlefleet. Those humans
were better warriors than her Dilgar and that was the root of her
concern. She had fought easy opponents, brave but foolish like the
Drazi or reticent like the Abbai and in both cases the Dilgar victories
had been mixed. The war would soon grow, and with each new battle
they would be getting closer to the rim and human space. She had to
know more about them, she needed the data in the warships
recorders.
She stopped in the courtyard outside the university and took deep
calming breaths, letting her mind and body relax. The Humans were
going no where, in time they would be found and she would learn their
secrets before taking the war to the Brakiri. She gazed up at the
nearby mountain which overlooked the city, its dark grey surface
capped with bright snow even at the height of the Tirrithan summer.
She considered how long that great rock and been there looking down
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fleeting and inconsequential compared to the endurance of that one

mountain. Her people would be that mountain, they would not live and
day in a century, they would exist eternally as masters of all they
surveyed ruling over the weak and powerless. It was destiny and the
shared belief of all Dilgar. She was close to achieving that, both in
building a great empire and in her lifes true work, the immortality
serum. Each being lived and died, they had that in common. She knew
that there had to be something obvious that was missing, something
shared by each and every race which determined how long they lived
and when they died, something she could take and alter. She took one
last look at the mountain. It represented the future of her people, to
rise high and last forever, and she would make sure of it.
To the South.
This wont be easy. Garibaldi looked through the binoculars, Paul
Calendar using his own pair beside him. They were laid flat on the
surface of the large mountain overlooking the city staring down at
their target, their way home. The rest of the group were crouched in
cover keeping an eye out for more Dilgar infiltrators or scouts, but
since the events of the night before things had been quiet.
TKoth said the tunnels were part of the water overflow system. Paul
commented. Place gets a lot of rain in winter being so close to
mountains, it all runs through tunnels to the river. He turned to focus
on a narrow beautifully clear stream running past the city. In winter it
would have been a torrent of run off from the highlands. The
shouldnt know about it.
The Dilgar are smart. Garibaldi said as he continued surveying the
city. Theyll have every way in or out covered.
Only if they know about it. Paul said. If they havent figured it out
yet we have a chance.
Garibaldi wasnt convinced, he had seen drilled formations of soldiers
parading in the city along with armored vehicles and a type of hover
jet gunship similar to those used by Earth Force. The place was a
stronghold and these Dilgar were real soldiers, not blood thirsty militia
like the League had believed. Getting past them would be impossible if
they had even one guard in the tunnels. But as he scanned the area he
found what he was looking for, in a park behind a cluster of buildings
in the city centre was a makeshift airfield with half a dozen shuttles
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Well head for those ships behind the hospital. He announced. We

go tonight, try and slip through unnoticed and just run for it before
they react.
We should try and disable the other shuttles. Paul suggested.
Cant. Were fresh out of C-15 explosives and heavy weapons. We
just got rifles. Garibaldi patted the PPG, Paul and Jors had taken
similar weapons from the two casualties the Platoon had so far
suffered. Well just have to be quick and hope for the best.
Uh oh. Paul was focusing on something. Look in the courtyard by
the hospital, just in front of the airfield.
What is it? Garibaldi moved his binoculars. Whats down there?
That woman, can you make her out?
Barely. He could see a figure removing a red garment. No, when he
looked closer it was a white garment stained red. He felt a moments
revulsion, then guessed it was obvious that someone at a hospital
would have blood on her. I see her, the doctor.
Shes no doctor. Paul spoke. How many doctors wear a uniform like
that?
Garibaldi looked again, sure enough under the medical coat she was
wearing a dark uniform jacket with a decadent amount of gold trim
and accoutrements. A senior officer?
Warmaster. Paul stated. A female Warmaster, theres only one likely
name that fits.
No way! Garibaldi strained his eyes to try and see more detail. That
Jhadur chick?
Its got to be, she was in charge of one of their fleets nearby. Paul
said. The Abbai were terrified of her.
Was she operating on someone, she had medical gear on?
How much did your superiors tell you about whats happening out
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Almost nothing. Garibaldi turned to face him. Few names, couple of

rumors. Our intel boys didnt have a whole lot, which I guess explains
why were stuck here instead of still being on patrol.
Jhadur is head of bioweapons and research as well as commanding a
fleet. Very multitalented but not in a good way. Paul explained. We
saw her ships take out a colony and we hear she did the same to the
Drazi. If shes here it means there are probably a lot of unpleasant
weapons down there.
Great. Garibaldi sighed. We get so close and end up with the bad
guys best General sat right on our escape route.
Well I mean we should be careful, but shes just one person.
She wont be alone, shell have escorts, a top class contingent of body
guards and probably a guard fleet in orbit. Garibaldi said with growing
anger. Dammit! I hate this crap! I got a deadline to beat!
What deadline? Paul frowned.
Its nothing, its just Garibaldi sighed. Its just I told my kid Id be
back for Christmas.
Paul smiled and patted the soldier on the back. Then thats what well
do, okay?
We can try. He took one more look through the binoculars, then
turned to Tucker a bit further down the slope. Get the team together,
we move when its dark for the stream to find a way in.
On it. He said, the scrambled down to the platoon.
Hows your pilot? Garibaldi wondered. His arm better?
Getting there. Paul said. We were worried the Dilgar had poisoned
knives, but it doesnt look like it. Hell fly us out of here, and if he cant
I will.
Alright. The soldier nodded. And so, what about the other member
of your team?
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Shes spec ops, Garibaldi said quietly. She is a major asset and
makes the chances of us getting out of here a lot better.
We are here because of her, all this is her fault.
And getting out of this may be up to her too.
Doesnt make it better. Paul stated flatly.
Maybe, but itll make me a whole lot happier. Garibaldi replied. Im
sending her up ahead, out of all of us shell be the least likely to be
spotted.
And maybe the first to die. Paul grunted. Actually I dont have a
problem with that.
Garibaldi was a little surprised to hear that. You served together for a
year, you had to get out of a crisis with each others help.
No, she lied to us for a year and put us in harms way which got my
friend killed! Paul snapped. So dont try to make me like her or
forgive her!
And if she gets you off this rock alive? Then what?
Paul thought for a moment. Then, maybe well be even.
She likes you guys you know. Garibaldi said. Whatever she did she
thinks of you lot as family.
Thanks doctor Sigmund. Paul scoffed. Do I owe you anything for
this session?
Just saying, whatever she did a year ago to set these events in
motion, whatever she did back then shes changed. She isnt the same
person and I think shes taking TKoths death as hard as you are.
Difference is she doesnt have anyone to talk to about it.
Not my problem.
Youre her Captain.
Not any more.
Youre her friend.
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They remained there in silence for a while looking down on the city. It
was a large but relatively flat location with few really tall buildings and
a pale look to most of the places in it. It had numerous parks and
plazas but all were deserted, only Dilgar soldiers patrolled the streets.
She didnt
Enough. Paul cut him off. Im sick of talking about this crap, you
think you can use her? Great, shes on your team. Have fun and make
sure she doesnt put a knife in your back too.
She saved your life. Garibaldi reminded him. Those infiltrators
would have wasted all of you if not for her.
Like I said, conversation over. Lets just get going.
Paul moved away and Garibaldi followed on. From his point of view the
man was a mess, but he had a right to be. The bad news was he was
letting his anger and hurt over rule his sense of self preservation, they
needed Jenny and he refused to acknowledge that. Garibaldi figured
Paul had liked the young woman, maybe more than just liked her, and
the betrayal had really wounded him. That sort of thing didnt heal
overnight.
Jenny. Garibaldi walked over to her, she was alone outside the main
group. You eaten?
Not for a while, but Im not hungry. She said flatly as she sat
huddled by a scrawny tree.
You should. Garibaldi fished an MRE from a pouch by his side and
knelt beside her. Take this, it aint exactly dinner at the Mars Savoy
but itll keep your strength up.
She took the offered pack and began to open it. So you were
checking out the city?
Yeah, about a brigade of troops in there, also company strength
armored unit.
I havent seen any Hammers in your unit. The Hammer was the
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We lost them in the drop with the rest of our support gear. Garibaldi
shrugged. Hopefully well be gone before they arrive, there are plenty
of shuttles.
Any fighters?
None nearby. He answered. But there was one surprise, a female
Warmaster based in the city.
Jennys eyes shot up. A Warmaster?
We think its Jhadur. You know the name?
Jenny nodded. Big deal for the Dilgar, they spent the last month
making her into a war hero. Shes a serious threat.
Well shes sat almost on top of our predicted exit point, I figure shell
be well protected.
Id guess so. Jenny said. Losing her would put a major dent in the
Dilgar war effort. She looked at her meal considering her words.
No. Garibaldi said.
No what?
No, we arent going to go and kill her. Were just getting away.
Jenny looked at him in surprise. I didnt say anything!
But you were thinking it. He nodded. Dont deny it.
She sighed. You didnt see what she did at Utriel. This woman is a
monster, the worst of her kind.
Maybe, but taking her out will bring down more firepower than we
can handle. Garibaldi advised. Our job is to bail and not look back,
let the League send an assassin.
Alright, when you guys make your escape leave me here, Ill take her
out alone when you are safe.
Not going to happen, first we arent leaving anyone behind, second
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if a human wastes their favorite celebrity the Dilgar might just get real
pissed with us and invade Earth.
They destroyed one of our ships. Jenny said. They might already be
at war with us.
We have a job to do, we need to get home and we will. That is all.
Garibaldi handed her drink. Dont go all rogue agent on me.
She took the canteen and noticed the ring on Garibaldis hand. Youre
married. It was more statement than question.
Wife and kid. He said proudly. back on Mars, theyre probably
worried sick by now.
My sister just had a kid. Jenny said solemnly. Pretty little girl.
Theyre so helpless you just cant help but feel protective of them can
you?
I remember. He nodded. Thats why I have to get back, I wont
have my boy grow up without me there to watch out for him.
Jenny nodded. Its strong motivation isnt it? You imagine your wife
will be waiting for you?
She better be! Garibaldi chuckled. Ive only been overdue a week! If
shes shacked up with the garrison cook already I wont be happy!
Jenny shared his smile. You know what I mean!
Yeah I know, and youre right, that thought has kept me going
through all this. It isnt just me, a lot of the guys and girls have folks
waiting for them back home, and its my job now to get them back.
Its a lot of responsibility.
I just think whatd happen if I didnt get back. How would my folks
feel? Itll be the same for any of these peoples families if they dont
get back and will not put anyone through that, that includes your
folks. He looked at her trying to gauge her reaction. Whats your
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Well I want you to remember that kid tonight when we go in there,

and I want you to consider her future before you do anything which Id
call stupid. You following me?
I guess so.
Dont guess. He said firmly. Decide, right now if you want to see
Catherine grow up, because if you dont follow my orders you will get
yourself and others killed, and there will be a lot of sad people back
home. I take my job very seriously, and I will be seeing my family at
Christmas.
Jenny agreed. Then Id like to help you get back to them.
Good, Im glad were on the same side. Garibaldi smiled. And I
realize youre in a tough position, we all are.
He thinks I betrayed him. She passed a look over her shoulder to her
former crew members. But I didnt, I was just trying to keep our
people safe. You understand that right?
I understand, were in the same business, but I wouldnt hold out for
any forgiveness. He sighed. Sorry, sometimes it just goes that way.
Yeah. She said quietly. Thanks Garibaldi.
Call me Freddy, everyone else does. He grinned. Get some rest, we
move out tonight and by this time tomorrow well be out of here.
You seem confident, even with the best Warmaster sat right on our
target?
Let me tell you something. Garibaldi lowered his voice. Warmasters,
armies, battle tanks, Dreadnoughts, the whole legions of hell itself,
none of those things, not one of them, is going to stop me getting
back to my wife and kid. Now I made a promise to come home, and if
I have to kill every single Dilgar on this planet with my bare hands so
be it, because nothing is going to prevent me getting home for
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Chapter 23
Tirrith Star sytem
December 2230
They moved fast under the cover of darkness, each trooper confident
in his or her low level sensor scans letting them see the terrain in
crystal clarity through their battlefield helmet scanners. They were
skirting the shingle bamks of the stream up towards the city and
keeping a very lowprofile, so far they had no indication of Dilgar
patrols or trip wires around this area and it appeared they were
keeping their forces close to the city.
Garibaldi was at the front with Bugs keeping close by, the rest of the
unit was spread out in a thin detachment just in case one of them
found a trap or trip wire the hard way, it wouldnt help the unfortunate
victim but it kept the rest of the Platoon from being injured in the
same blast. Up ahead he saw a faint tube in the distance leading out
to the stream and he immediately stopped and dropped down to a
crouch. On the helmet systems of each soldier Garibaldis sudden
pause was reported and they copied him without a word, the
interlinked data streams making sure every member of the team had
the same information to work from, except for the crew of the Space
Race. They were being guided on by Privates Harlow and Turnbow who
had hold of them and nudged them down to a crouch when Garibaldi
stopped a hundred yards ahead. Between Bugs and Garibaldi was
Jenny, lacking night vision gear but apparently quite good at finding
her way around in the dark.
Pipes up ahead. Garibaldi whispered. You see it?
Got it, answered Jenny. Okay, wait here while I check it out. As a
trained spy she was the logical choice for point, she could sneak her
way out of trouble if the way in was blocked.
Wait. Garibaldi unraveled his trouser leg from his boot. You might
need this. He uncovered an ankle holster with a PPG pistol attached
to it. The small weapons were still relatively new in Earth force service
and many officers still preferred slug throwers for side arms. I guess
you know how to handle one of these?
She took the weapon and slipped it into her belt. No problem,
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You want to borrow my helmet? Ill set it up to work for you.

Too bulky, Ill be okay. She moved forward with cat like speed and
agility, gave a little wave and disappeared into the tube. By Garibaldis
guess it was about five feet high which shouldnt slow them down
much but wouldnt be greatly comfortable.
Paul wont like you giving her a weapon. Bugs said in a tiny whisper.
Well hes welcome to try and take it off her again. He smiled thinly.
I need her armed, I aint getting stuck here.
I hear you. Bugs nodded. She is on our side right?
Garibaldi didnt answer, and for the next ten minutes the unit stayed in
perfect silence crouched by the banks of the stream waiting. The
gently gurgling water was the only sound they heard in the long wait,
even the troops in the city seemed quiet not far beyond them. An
Earth garrison off duty would probably have found one way or another
to make noise, either in a bar or improvised game, but these Dilgar
were eerie in their silence. Perhaps having a Warmaster nearby kept
them all firmly in line.
He spotted movement and trained his rifle, relaxing when he saw it
was Jenny returning from the pipe.
All clear. She whispered. Looks like a clean run to the city, then we
can use subway tunnels to reach the airfield.
Alright then. Garibaldi stood and began moving, again his actions
were reported through his Battlefield management system and his
troops followed without a word of order being given up to the edge of
the pipe. Lead on. He told Jenny. Well be right behind you.
She hopped into the pipe again with Garibaldi clambering in behind. He
was scraping well over six feet in height and it wasnt a pleasant
journey but he endured it and after a brief scuttle came to a large
junction in the pipes.
Thats the way. Jenny pointed down a lager pipe. It heads for the
city centre.
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I have to tell you something. Quietly.

He looked back as his platoon filed out of the pipe and began
gathering and looking at him wondering what the delay was.
Tucker, Bugs, take point. He pointed to the point. Head on until you
reach the next junction then standby.
They nodded and moved off, the unit now following them. Garibaldi
counted the troops past and saw they were all still together and gave
Paul a slap on the back as they went past. Holding together?
So far. He answered, giving Jenny a hard look. Whats wrong?
Nothing, just keep going on, Ill bring up the rear make sure we
werent followed.
They moved on and left Garibaldi and Jenny alone. So is something
wrong?
It might be. Remember I found your unit because you broadcast an
Earth Force signal to gather your people together?
I remember.
Well when I was checking out the tunnels I got another reading very
similar.
How come, we were in comms silence?
It wasnt from you guys, it was from in the city.
Garibaldi had to pause to consider what that meant. Another Earth
force transmission but in the city? his eyes widened Ross?
No, it wasnt an army frequency, it was navy. She explained. A
disaster beacon, the sort that transmits the location of a wrecked
ship.
Wait, we would have picked it up before.
It was only on for a few seconds, then got turned off again.
Somebody must by playing around with it. Jenny stated. Freddy, its
got to be the data recorder from your ship, the Dilgar have brought it
here to study.
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Could be. He nodded. Is it something we can use to get home?

Send a distress signal?
Probably not, the Dilgar could jam it if we tried.
If it doesnt help us get home then it isnt our business. He stated
flatly. We keep focused and get out of here.
You dont understand, the data in that recorder would be vital to
Earth Force, itll have full readings from the Persephone and a blow by
blow account of its battle with the Dilgar, she enthused. Itll tell us
first hand how tough their ships are and how effective Earth force
weapons and tactics can be in a war.
I can see its useful, but I cant risk my peoples lives for that, Im
sorry but if you saw the battle from orbit you can give them the
basics.
It wont be the same. She said in frustration. And theres more,
what about the navigational data? The weapons statistics? The location
of our main fleets and population centers, information crucial to our
home security?
Garibaldi grimaced, that sort of information really shouldnt be in
enemy hands but that wasnt his job. Its vital stuff, but were just
survivors behind enemy lines, if Earth needs that stuff they should
send in the Special assault Service, or more of your buddies.
There might not be time. She pressed. They are still playing with
the beacon, my guess is they havent cracked it yet because when
they do itll be taken straight to Omelos. Thats why the Warmaster is
here, to oversee the recovery and take the data immediately to her
superiors, its got to be.
Exactly, its a Warmaster up there looking after it and her guards. If
we go for the recorder we wont get anywhere near it.
Weve got surprise on our side Freddy, theyre looking for us miles
away! They wouldnt think wed be reckless enough to come here, let
alone attack them!
Most of the garrison was at the edge of the city, it would take a long
time for them to mobilize and move through the streets to intercept
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entourage, and probably a few of those elite Dilgar black operations

troops. Even with the odds looking a bit better and with surprise they
would still get slaughtered. Not going to happen. Now come on, you
can radio for back up when we get in orbit and your buddies can
handle it.
Thats not how it works!
it isnt worth getting my people killed for!
Really? And what about the Persephone? Jenny snapped. What
about her crew and what about the things they died for? Garibaldi
froze and did not answer. That black box up there is the only record
we have of their battle, its their epitaph and the Dilgar will simply steal
and erase it. They fought for the right reasons and died upholding
what they thought was the right thing to do, you cant just let the
Dilgar rewrite history and portray them as fools!
I have to get my people home.
And you will, but at the same time you can give Earth the intelligence
it needs to fight the Dilgar if necessary, and you can make sure the
Persephone is remembered as a shining example of heroism. They
didnt die in vain, and that recorder is the only thing which truly proves
it.
He cursed himself inside, but he knew she was right. He had an oath
to protect Earth and getting that data was a direct way of doing it, and
doing this last service for the Persephone was a honorable way to keep
the ships name and deeds alive. What do you need?
Five minutes or less in the same room as it. She said. Ill take out
the data crystals and set its self destruct charges. We get what we
need, the Dilgar get a smoking shell.
Alright, but its going to be a small team. He said firmly. Ill grab
some trusted guys and help you, the rest will go and secure a shuttle.
Fine, better with a small group anyway, we wont be noticed. Jenny
nodded. Alright then, Im ready.
That makes one of us at least. Garibaldi sighed. Lets tell them the
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Hospital
Still nothing from the human. Tarval reported. He has the
stubbornness of a Drazi!
Jhadur sighed and looked up from her notes on human language.
This grows tiresome. If the old ways wont work well try some drugs
and hallucinogenics, if he wont submit willingly well trick him into
telling us what we need to know. Then Ill make sure he regrets his
insolence.
As you wish Warmaster. He saluted and left.
She looked to the communications console on the desk formerly used
by the head of medicine at the hospital. Computer, any reports from
the science team at the university?
None.
Anything from Battlemaster Grimow and the search units?
None.
What about Spectre team eight?
No reports found.
Quiet night. She muttered, then suppressed a yawn. Note in the
roster I am retiring to sleep, wake me the instant any report arrives.
Confirmed. The electronic voice said.
She lifted herself out of her chair and headed for the door, the
mysteries of human technology would just have to wait until morning.
She expected her fleet to return very shortly and perhaps her brother
too. It was shaping up to be an eventful day.
She turned out the lights and headed for her temporary room, guards
standing to attention as she passed by and closed the door behind her.
Out side the light going off high in the hospital grabbed Garibaldis
attention for a second, then was filed away as no threat to the team.
He continued his quick survey of the area with every image streaming
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of the plaza with the University close to them on one side and the
Hospital a bit further away on the other. Theyd followed on overflow
drain to almost exactly the perfect place to sneak into the buildings.
Bugs, Tucker, Marty. You follow me and Jenny. Rest of you guys
follow the tunnel another five hundred yards and then find a way up,
you should be on the edge of the airfield. Get a shuttle quietly and
wait for us.
We shouldnt split up Freddy. Turnbow said. Were in this together.
And well get out of this together, you know what to do, see you in
ten minutes.
With a brisk nod the two groups split up leaving Garibaldi an his four
companions alone while they headed away silently toward the escape
route.
This has to be quick and quiet. Jenny whispered. Just follow my
lead.
Each person clambered out of the drain and laid flat beside it, they
were in a dark corner but if the Dilgar had the same night vision kit of
even a basic military they would be spotted instantly. There was no
movement anywhere near them but each team member was keeping
themselves at full alert, every sense acutely tuned for the tiniest sight
or sound which would warn them of danger.
We go in through a ground floor window. Jenny said. Well search
the building but it should be easy to find, its about six to nine feet
long, cylindrical, got a big blue Earth force stamp on the side.
You sure its this building? Tucker asked in a hoarse whisper.
Down! Garibaldi hissed suddenly and the whole unit flattened itself
to the floor. Ahead of them to Dilgar soldiers walked between the
Hospital and the University, the troops themselves were unremarkable
but the figure with them was not.
Is that Ross? Bugs squinted.
hes alive! Tucker exclaimed quietly. Freddy, we gotta go get him.
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Theyre taking him to the same building as the recorder. Jenny spoke
gently. Two birds with one stone?
Alright, but we stick to the plan. Get the recorder first, then we get
Ross and run like hell. Garibaldi emphasized. By then Harlow and her
buddies should have the shuttle secured and Calendar can get us out.
Then lets do it. Tucker said. We dont leave Ross to these
monsters.
Make for that window on the corner. Jenny pointed. Ill go first,
keep me covered but no unnecessary firing. Before an answer could
come she was on her way darting between cover toward the side of
the building aiming for the most concealed entry point.
You heard the lady, lets go.
Hospital
The incoming message did not wake Jhadur. Despite having come to
bed an hour earlier she had been unable to sleep and was lying down
gazing at the ceiling. She was tired but that single nagging concern
continued to dog her mind and steal her tranquility, the humans
should have been found by now so where were they?
Accept transmission, audio only. She said.
Jhadur? Are you there? a familiar voice asked.
Brother! she laughed. Good to hear from you!
Were almost at Tirrith, thought Id call in ahead to warn you, let you
deploy the honor guard, that sort of thing.
She smiled, her brother sounded particularly happy today. Glad to be
here?
Glad to be away from the Abbai. He said enthusiastically. Theyre
more boring to guard than they are to speak to. Ridiculous people.
So that was the reason. She could appreciate his relief at finding a
more interesting assignment but she would need to watch him. An
enthusiasm to fight just because he was bored was not a useful trait in
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into orbit, your timing is excellent, my own forces should be back from
Malax in an hour or so, you will integrate into my formations and act
as my second in command.
Very well sister, Shadur said; his voice flat on the transmission.
You still have to learn a few things before I let you fight alone, the
Brakiri are a more dangerous enemy than the Abbai and you must be
prepared.
Yes Sister, if thats what you want. He sighed. But Im still glad to
be here. He added with more cheer.
And it will be good to see you, bring a shuttle down when you arrive.
See you soon. He said, then signed off.
That had cheered Jhadur up a little, but it still did not dislodge the
problem of finding the missing humans. Their surveillance was concise,
nothing could have gotten past the countless patrols and flybys shed
ordered. The wreck of the Earth shuttle had been combed with the
best scanners they had, bodies recovered and what little technology
not melted or smashed was in the university building opposite awaiting
analysis. But it was the living humans she yearned for, to examine
them in detail and investigate their strengths and weaknesses. Her
peers were unimpressed by humanity, intelligence said they were not
willing to fight and had expanded beyond their means to protect their
territory, but those experts had not fought them or had a small group
elude efforts to track them.
She stared at the ceiling for a few more moments in deep thought until
an idea came to her. What if the humans werent running away from
the Dilgar but instead hiding where they would never look? Right
under their noses. What if they hadnt run south where the forces were
searching but instead turned north and passed by this city into the
mountains? It was risky and almost foolish, but if she had discovered
anything about this new race it was that they would have no hesitation
running a very dangerous path. She closed her eyes and smiled, it all
made perfect sense now. She had underestimated their cunning and
nerve, something the battle with the human cruiser should have
taught her not to do. She would redeploy the search teams north and
then see how long it took to find these missing survivors. She could
almost admire these people, and that only made her more eager to
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getting dressed, all thoughts of sleep now banished in her excitement.

Those humans would soon be forced out into the open.
University.
Getting through the window was easy enough, it slid open with a quick
twist of Jennys knife and set off no obvious alarms. Clearly the
Tirrithans didnt expect anyone to break into something as mundane
as a university. She dropped into the dark corridor without a sound
and carefully checked out the immediate area, finding it completely
deserted. She waved out of the window and gestured for the soldiers
following to come on in.
This floor looks deserted. Jenny said. No lights on except in the
main entrance.
So what do we do? Garibaldi joined her while the other three men
climbed through the opening with far less grace than Jenny but
thankfully still quiet enough to not raise any alarm.
This sign says the main science and technology labs are on the first
floor, thats where we should go.
You can read that? Garibaldi frowned at the alien writing on the wall.
Im a secret agent. She shrugged. All that stuff you see on the Vids,
most of its true. Come on.
Wait a minute. Garibaldi fished a small metal device from one of his
pockets, not much larger than a coin it was dull enough to be
unnoticed in the dim light. Scanner, you ever seen an MRI? Same
basic idea only instead of looking inside bodies this one scans buildings
and feeds the data to our battle sensors. Itll give us a map and a good
idea where the Dilgar are unless they discover it or jam it.
Glad you brought one along. Jenny smiled, then moved down the
corridor and found a doorway at the end leading up an unlighted flight
of stairs presumably used as an emergency exit. Slowly they made
their way up using night vision not to disturb anything which could
create noise and came to a doorway linking to the first floor, light
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Remember, dont shoot unless you have to. Jenny whispered. If

they have sensors set to pick up weapons fire were all dead. Just hit
anyone you see.
Sounds like a plan. Garibaldi grinned, while he tried to keep himself
professional he would relish taking a bit of payback on the people who
brought down his friends on the Persephone.
Very slowly Jenny pushed the door open and listened careful at the
gap. There were definitely voices up here but in the distance muffled
by walls and doors. She heard no footsteps or rustling clothes so
risked a quick glance around the edge of the portal. The way ahead
was clear, a plain looking corridor with doors on either side leading
down two hundred yards from one end of the building to another.
There were no windows which was good, but the lights were a
problem. Normally she would have found a way to kill the lights and
use the darkness to her advantage, but doing so here could cause
panic and raise an alarm which they really didnt need right now, so
reluctantly she lead the party into the building under the lights.
As she move don the voices became clearer though still muffled. She
recognized one or two Dilgar words but Earth intelligence had yet to
secure accurate language files for their agents to study so the
conversation was unknowable to her. Very carefully she inched to a
large double door and halted, Garibaldi and team matching her. The
voices were from inside, to her trained ears it sounded like four
separate speakers but there could be more. She held up four fingers
for the soldiers benefit, then pointed to the door. Jenny was confident
this was their primary target and if they were as good as she hoped
they were the team could be half way to orbit before the Dilgar even
had a clue something was wrong. Garibaldi and Tucker took one side,
Marty and Bugs the other with weapons primed. She stood in the
centre of the doorway, got a nod of readiness from Garibaldi and a
second from Bugs, then with a deep breath kicked the door open.
Within a second she had read the situation and was confident of
success. There were indeed four male Dilgar in the room, two of whom
seemed middle aged. None of them appeared to be soldiers, at least
not combat troops, and were taken utterly by surprise by the sudden
crash of the lock splintering and heavily armed men charging into their
lab, the Earth troops quickly sweeping the room and clearing the
doorway. One of the younger Dilgar gave into the flight mechanism
and tried to run only to find the stock of Garibaldis rifle waiting to
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over the Dilgar technician who was then pushed back towards his
comrades.
Nobody move. Garibaldi said calmly with a very hard edge in his
voice. They might not understand English but the four rifles leveled at
them didnt need a translation. They froze solid and stared in shock
and horror at the blank visors covering their sudden attackers.
Do you speak Brakiri? Jenny stepped forward and asked in that
language. They looked at her but without acknowledgement. Speak
Abbai?
I do. The eldest looking man spoke. What do you want?
Just passing through. Jenny answered. If you keep quiet you wont
be harmed. She switched back to English. Garibaldi, you wanna tie
these guys up?
he nodded to Bugs and Marty who found some wire after a brief search
and bound the Dilgar technicians hands and feet, as they did so Jenny
continued talking in Abbai.
Where is the data recorder from my cruiser?
I dont know what you mean. The elder scientist said, unfortunately
he was a bad liar.
Dont play with me. Jenny said coldly. We know its here, where?
The scientists eyes darted to the left for just an instant before
focusing back on her, it was all she needed. In his moment of stress
and fear his reflexes had given the game away, Jenny almost felt sorry
for him but not quite. She looked the way he had glanced and noted a
side door leading to another lab.
Freddy, that door. She pointed. Lets move.
They finished tying and then gagging the scientists, then dashed
quietly to the door taking places on either side again. Once more
Jenny kicked in the door itself and the soldiers charged through
without a word. This time they didnt have complete surprise, the
sound of them breaking through the first door had been heard here
and while nobody had bothered to investigate they had been more
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device similar to a crow bar. The closest man to the door was unarmed
and had virtually no time to react, Bugs and Marty barreled into him
tackling him to the floor and punching him unconscious. The crow bar
armed man had been smart enough to get some distance from the
door and now attacked, swinging the weapon in a wide arc at
Garibaldi. He ducked, letting the bar swipe over his head and lashed
out with his rifle. The PPG was a small weapon and on first glance
looked deceptively fragile, however it was forged from incredibly tough
alloys to withstand the cool Plasma rounds it fired and made a very
effective blunt force weapon, as the Dilgar technician rapidly
discovered.
The last man thought better of it and turned to run, Tucker raising his
rifle to put a round of plasma in his back.
No. Jenny said firmly. No firing! she brought out a knife and in one
flash of movement threw it at the retreating enemy lodging the blade
in the back of his neck. The body fell silently before it reached either
the exit or an alarm.
Clear. Bugs said as he stood from the unconscious Dilgar.
Same here. Garibaldi picked up the crowbar, tested its weight and
then discarded it. He looked around the room and noticed the far side
was dominated by a huge cylinder, a host of computers wired up to it.
The Data recorder?
Thats it. Jenny nodded.
Hey Freddy? a voice asked. No way! Freddy!
Behind the recorder a head leaned forward, it was bruised and injured
but clearly human.
Ross, Garibaldi ran over. Keep it down!
Sorry. He whispered. Man I am so glad to see you.
Tucker, Bugs, watch the door. Marty go check our other captives.
Garibaldi ordered. Jenny, you need anything?
Im good. She said yanking off the Dilgar wires. This wont take
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You guys rescued me! Ross beamed. You wont need to buy another
drink again ever!
We arent out yet. Garibaldi hissed. And you are picking the tab for
the whole damn platoon when we hit the Afterburner bar back on
Mars!
Where are they all?
Flagging down a cab. He cut through Ross restraints and helped him
up. Way to get yourself captured!
They came out of nowhere! Ross complained. One second nothing
then wham! I wake up in the back of an APC surrounded by armed
guards.
Dont act so surprised, same thing happened last time you had leave
in Mars dome. Garibaldi gave him a quick check over, no bones
seemed broken and he was able to walk. Did you ever get your pants
back?
With a clang Jenny opened up the outer case of the recorder. Easy, all
it needed was an Earth force ID code entered in the right sequence.
She reached into the device. And some human DNA to scan.
Thats what they wanted me for, to try and get into it. Ross said.
And to track you guys.
You tell em anything?
I told em lots. Ross smiled. Mostly I told them to go get fu-
Got it. Jenny interrupted dragging out a tray of data crystals. Still
intact, perfect! she took the dozen small records and emptied them
into her pockets. Alright lets go, and you should take that stuff. She
pointed to an assortment of items on a table near the data recorder.
Hey, my gear. Ross grinned. Damn this turning into a lucky day.
He quickly put on his helmet and body armor. And my rifle is still
charged!
Alright, but just keep quiet huh? Garibaldi scolded. Lets get out of
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How did they interrogate you? Jenny asked. Do they speak

English?
No, they used that translator. He pointed to a small box on the table.
We were working on their language. Jenny took the device and put it
in her back pack. Call it a bonus.
Anything else you want to steal while were here? Bugs grinned.
So far so good. Jenny returned the smile, highlighting her attractive
features. Besides, I already lifted one of their recorders from the table
by the recorder, let us see how Dilgar computers work.
Okay, about the escaping? Garibaldi pressed. Anytime now.
They began to file out of the room, garibaldi gave a quick wave to the
tied up scientists and then followed.
Hospital
Jhadur tightened her day uniform and straightened it in the mirror.
Less fancy than her dress uniform and more practical but still with
enough decoration to clearly announce her position and power. As she
dressed she had already formulated a quick plan to redirect the search
efforts north to quickly trap the renegade humans, as she thought
more it seemed more and more simple to understand the reasoning of
whomever led the survivors. She hoisted on her belt and sidearm then
opened her door to see Tarval stood guard.
Warmaster, I wasnt expecting
Awake my interrogators, I need the human to talk right now. She
said without breaking stride. Also get a map of this area, I want to
know what a group of humans would want to find up here.
About the human
They would ultimately want to escape, that means ships. She
thought aloud. If they could not escape then based on their cruisers
actions they would try to do as much damage as possible, maybe
destroy communication networks or command facilities. Suddenly she
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a collision. All of which are centered here. Ships, command systems,

research and even me.
They wouldnt be so
They tried it in orbit. Jhadur snapped. I want the guard doubled
right now! She ordered. Get the human for me, no more subtlety
anymore, just pain.
Warmaster we moved him to the university. Tarval blurted out.
She gave him a very cold look. On whose orders?
We thought yours, Drayash wanted to test
She whipped out a communicator and activated it. Professor
Drayash? she spoke into it. Answer me now!
There was silence for a moment. Perhaps he is busy? Tarval offered.
Dont be a fool. Jhadur could feel a smile coming on as realization
dawned. If I called you at any time would you ignore me?
Absolutely not Warmaster, he said; there wasnt a Dilgar in the
galaxy who would dare risk angering Deathwalker.
They are here, the humans. She chuckled. Unbelievable. Sound the
alarm, call out every soldier and bring them to me, I want as many of
them as possible taken alive, do not disappoint me.
He quickly saluted and ran out down the corridor collecting guards on
his way. A few seconds later alarms began to split the air and rouse
the troops in the city to arms. They had made a bold move, but
ultimately Jhadur had been one step ahead of them. She strolled to a
window over looking the courtyard and university and prepared to
observe the spectacle.
Airfield.
The night air was ripped by sirens, and immediately the troops hit the
ground laying on the soft dry grass of the park no serving as a parking
place for the Warmasters entourage.
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Keep it down! Paul snarled.

What happened, does this mean things arent good? he continued.
Have you ever heard a good siren? Private Harlow snapped, her
delicate features hidden in a plain helmet.
No ones coming. Paul pointed out. I guess they havent seen us.
While Paul and his crew were more than a little shaken by the sudden
noise the troopers around them seemed totally calm, they might not
have liked or expected to be found but they had planned for it and
now silently changed tactics from Sneak to Assault. As unit leader
Harlow began setting up the team for their new mission.
They must have found Freddy. Turnbow grunted. We need to move
and secure a shuttle, he could be heading this way in a hurry.
Or he could be dead, Paul thought, but either way stealth was no
longer an issue, just speed. The soldiers moved out, keeping low and
moving in small spaced out groups around the edge of the airfield
looking for a useable shuttle. The Dilgar were beginning to move,
mostly they visible ones were mechanics and pilots working on the
shuttles but soon they would be knee deep in heavily armed hostiles
and tanks.
Over there. Harlow pointed out a sleek green looking craft to Paul.
Hows that one look?
Perfect. He smiled, it was the ship he would have picked, it looked
much more agile and powerful than the other blocky spacecraft lined
up around the park. I even like the color.
Turnbow, Harlow waved. Go right with your section, Ill go left and
meet you at the ship. Our covers blown so just go in hard and fast.
You with me?
With you. He brandished his rifle. Im getting sick of just hiding
anyway.
Harlow nodded. Me too, watch your fire and your tactical systems.
She realized Turnbow knew his stuff, but her instructions were as
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slap on the arm and then turned to Paul. Follow me, but stay low and
away from the line of fire, we dont want to lose our pilots.
Your pilots arent keen on the idea either. He gave a sideways grin.
Here we go huh?
Here we go. Harlow nodded, then set off at a brisk jog circling
around to the shuttles parking spot. Paul let the other troops go first,
then with a quick prayer followed on. Jors and Toby brought up the
rear carrying the engine regulator needed for the Space Race to
escape with. The soldiers moved in utter silence, Harlow didnt need to
issue direct orders verbally but could simply instruct each trooper
through her battlefield command software, sending directions and
objectives direct to the tactical displays in their helmets. She herself
hung back coordinating the effort and watching the pilots, keeping a
dozen yards or so ahead of the crew.
Up ahead Paul saw Harlow getting closer to the spotlighted shuttle and
the technicians fiddling around with fuel cells in a covered tent a dozen
yards away from it. One of them spotted the troops heading his way
and challenged them, drawing the attention of his comrades and a
small group of guards. The Earth troops didnt slow down, they kept
running straight for the ship in silence. Harlow made sure they kept
moving in pairs with each individual able to rely on the covering fire
from their Battle buddy and support from the other pairs that made
up the section. They were darting along in the night using night vision,
one soldier of the pair providing cover while the second moved a dozen
yards forward, then switching roles. As the got closer the Dilgar
guards called out and began to activate their rifles, the time had finally
come.
Harlow slid to the floor and opened fire making sure she presented a
low profile and making it hard for the Dilgar to hit her. The rest of the
unit followed her lead and soon a highly focused volley of automatic
fire was sweeping the Dilgar ahead. Paul was a little surprised that
Harlow had fired first, in movies the good guys usually let the enemy
take the first shot, but as the first blue strobing energy bolts came
sizzling over his head he was reminded this was definitely not a movie.
More Dilgar soldiers charged across the airfield to confront them and
the return fire gradually intensified. Harlows people inched forward a
few paces at a time, firing and then moving to keep the Dilgar
guessing at their numbers. While PPGs were highly efficient weapons
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the fact that they gave away the firing soldiers position to anyone with
eyes or a thermal scanner. As a result Earth soldiers had learned to
Shoot and scoot so enemy counter fire tended to hit empty ground
where a trooper used to be. Unfortunately the Dilgar hadnt learned
this concept themselves and Harlows unit were picking them off with
regularity.
Should we try and help? Toby called out.
No, keep down and back here. Paul commanded. Let the pros
handle it!
He couldnt make any real sense of the situation, he could recognize
red friendly fire and the blue Dilgar weapons along with roughly where
either group was but that was it. Many Dilgar were in cover behind
dismantled engines and tool cabinets and seemed to be causing lots of
trouble for the human troops, slowing the advance to a crawl. The
shuttle was still intact and only a few stray rounds had hit it causing
no actual damage. Suddenly the intensity of the red fire seemed to
grow as a wave of it swept in from the side of the battle. Turnbows
troops had circled around the airfield while the Dilgar were distracted
by Harlows unit and now were in position to enfilade the enemy in
cover, shooting them in the side and back while they were pinned by
Harlow.
The Dilgar held their ground despite being outflanked and in an
untenable position, the concept of running away as alien to them as
mercy or compassion. One of Harlows soldiers dropped as he ran for a
new position, grabbing his left leg as he collapsed and rolled with a
gasp of shock. A pair of Dilgar soldiers made a mad dash towards
Turnbows flanking force, roaring a challenge of single combat and
being struck by four separate bursts of fire. The strongest resistance
was embedded behind a makeshift barricade of engine parts and
furniture and seemed to be occupied by the smartest of the Dilgar
troops. They kept their heads down and maintained a withering fire
against both Earth Force groups making sure anyone dashing for the
shuttle would be hit. At this point Harlow would have sold a kidney for
an airborne recon drone to give her a better picture of the hostile
position.
Harlow! a voice shouted on her comms suite. You there?
Freddy. She recognized Garibaldis irate tone. Were here, what
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I dunno, but we need to go now, you got a shuttle?

Working on it. She answered, putting a burst uselessly into the
barricade.
Well work fast, were done here and were heading back with Ross.
You found Ross? Harlow smiled. I bet hes telling you it wasnt his
fault he got captured!
Too right. Garibaldi chuckled. Okay, secure a ride, watch for us from
the south, well probably have company.
Well be ready to cover, Harlow out. She grimaced at the Dilgar
strongpoint, this had to end fast. Reiner, you receiving?
After a moment a young sounding male replied. Im here.
My imaging shows you as closest to the makeshift bunker, you got a
frag grenade?
Sure, you want me to use it?
Might be a good idea, unless you want to stay here all night?
On it.
Cover fire! she announced to the whole unit. Cover fire!
Both sections began to lay down automatic fire on the barricade, the
sudden increase in plasma forced the Dilgar to take cover until the
Earth troops reloaded. While the soldiers fired Reiner moved forward
to within throwing range and lobbed a grenade like a baseball pitcher,
then immediately dropped flat and hugged the ground. His grenade
arced beautifully over the defenses and dropped behind the Dilgar
much to their surprise. One tried to grab it and throw it back but he
was nowhere near quick enough. The explosion triggered some nearby
fuel cells and what should have been a short sharp bang turned into a
colossal orange fireball which utterly annihilated the dug in Dilgar
troops and drew gasps of awe from the civilian crew.
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If they hadnt spotted us before they sure will now. Jors groaned as
the bright flame licked high into the sky.
You guys! Harlow shouted at them. Weve got a clear run! Move it!
About time. Toby said, still dominated by adrenalin. I hope we run
into trouble!
Paul gave him a quick slap on the back of his head. Dont you dare
jinx this, get a damn move on!
The ran forward under the watchful eye of the platoon, one or two
troops exchanged fire with distant Dilgar but the airfield had gotten
much quieter since the explosion giving them a brief window to
exploit. They ran up into the ship and settled down in the cockpit.
What do you think? Paul asked Jors.
I think the writings in Dilgar. He grimaced. But the layout seems
standard, give me a few minutes and Ill have us airborne.
Paul nodded and ran to the back of the ship and its hatch to find
Harlow. Can you buy us a few more minutes?
Make it quick. She said. Our thermal scans show vehicle engines in
the distance, were going to have lots of company soon.
One of the wounded soldiers was helped aboard and then added his
fire from the cover of the doorway, Paul saw a dark shadow in the
distance suddenly lit by a ball of red energy before tumbling back.
Theyre coming in small groups for now. Harlow said. We can handle
them, just get us airborne.
Paul nodded in acknowledgement and then went to help Jors, it would
be a cruel twist to come so far and ultimately lose because they
couldnt hot wire a shuttle.
University
What did you touch?! Bugs snapped.
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I told you not to touch anything! Youre like walking bad luck! he
continued as the sirens wailed across the compounds.
Cut it out. Garibaldi said firmly. Harlow is finding us a ride, were
done here so lets move.
There was no argument, they headed out of the lab and began to
travel briskly for the stairwell.
Theres a fire door at the back. Jenny said. Its probably the best
exit, closest to the airfield and the building will shield us from being
spotted from the Hospital.
Were right behind you. Garibaldi nodded and was content to follow
her lead. He still didnt entirely trust the operative and figured she was
keeping secrets from them, but like hed said to Paul she was a
definite asset to the team and so far had been instrumental in finding
Ross and the data from the Persephone, something Garibaldi wouldnt
even have known about without her help. Hed never met a genuine
special forces operative before and found himself surprised by how
normal she was, hed guessed anyone with that level of training and
dedication would be little more than a machine but Jenny had seemed
just like her civilian crew mates, and while some of that was a lie he
believed her hurt at discarded by her friends was genuine. When this
was over he hoped to have a long talk with her and see if he could find
the real Jenny Sakai.
The scrambled down the stair well and rounded the bottom bursting
into the ground floor corridor, now fully illuminated. On the far side of
the door they found themselves staring at two very surprised Dilgar
guardsmen in ceremonial uniforms and well-kept weapons. They got
over their shock quickly and tried to open fire but a quick burst from
Garibaldis PPG dropped one while Jenny finished the other with a
flawless head shot.
Who is this girl? Ross asked as they passed by the two fallen
enemies.
Real long story. Tucker told him. Tell you later.
Garibaldi made it to the door and pushed it open, it swung wide and
slammed into the wall with a bang barely noticeable over the constant
alarms. He was charging out of the door full pelt when a rumble in
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battlefield sensors. The wall around the compound crumbled at a point

just in front of him and through the dust and debris bounced a Dilgar
armored vehicle. It had a basic rectangular shape with eight large
wheels and a pointed nose like a snowplough designed for punching
through obstacles and barriers. On its roof was a low turret with two
visible weapons which were right now tracking towards him and the
doorway.
He skidded to a halt and almost ended up sliding onto his rear.
Fighting for balance he scrabbled back towards the door. Back! Get
back in!
Jenny who had been close behind was already there, Tucker had just
arrived in the doorway. What? We arent leaving? Then he saw the
armored vehicle and recognized why. Crap! he yelled and reached
out for Garibaldi, grabbing his arm and hauling him in, as the first
energy rounds chewed up the floor and door frame.
Front door. Jenny said. Run!
With their preferred escape route blocked they had to move fast for
the other logical way out despite the likelihood of there being enemy
troops moving to the same location, it would be a race to get there
first. The doorway behind them suddenly exploded inwards in black
smoke and a shower of wood and stone fragments that bounced off
the corridor walls and stung their limbs. The Dilgar vehicle had loaded
a type of grenade launcher and along with its energy cannon was
busily trying to make the small teams lives extremely difficult and
short. It began blasting through the walls beside the doorway trying to
catch the troops as they fled, gaping holes were shot through filling
the corridor with dust and debris coupled with blue streams of rapidfire energy bolts. Garibaldi was running almost doubling over keeping
his head down, the constant explosions and concussion pounding his
chest as he ran for the end of the corridor. He burst through the door
shoulder first without even slowing and turned away through the
building and put distance between the team and the outer walls the
Dilgar vehicle was busily removing.
Anybody hit? he asked, breathing heavily.
The group seemed okay, though each was covered in dust and without
the benefit of a sealed helmet Jenny was coughing slightly, but all in
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Turning back along the new corridor they ran the length of the building
from front to back in record time finding no trace of the enemy until
they burst into the lobby, a wide open area with reception desks and a
few large plants leading to the main doorway. Some Dilgar troops
were watching the door from the inside and seemed rather confused
as to what was going on. Like the earlier troops these too wore bright
well-kept uniforms and seemed to lack any sophisticated equipment.
Garibaldis team didnt waste the element of surprise and immediately
fired, sliding into cover behind the plants and desks. Their helmet
systems were linked to scopes on the rifle allowing the troops to see
where the rifle was pointing without actually raising their head above
cover. It was a difficult and disorientating view for new soldiers but the
99th had proven very able to master the intricacies of the full battle
management system and used it to fire on the Dilgar with minimal risk
of being hit by return fire. Garibaldi brought down one of the troops
then reloaded, discarding the drained energy cap and fixing in a new
one with a loud hiss. The lobby guards were clustered together and
didnt even try to find cover, they just stood in the open and tried to
shoot the soldiers in cover, it was a losing proposition.
Jenny took down the last one, then vaulted over a desk and charged
for the door, Garibaldi and his group following on. They reached the
glass doors, yanked them open and immediately came under fire.
Jenny retreated while Garibaldi and Tucker dropped to their knees and
fired back at the origin of the blue bolts. Their rounds splashed on a
low wall fifty yards ahead of the doorway where a unit of Dilgar troops
were sheltering, and even with the advanced targeting provided by
their systems they couldnt fire past the cover.
Back. Garibaldi ordered and edged out of the doorway. Back into
cover.
They retired into the lobby and took up positions behind the thick plant
pots and solid desks again.
Marty watch our backs. Garibaldi ordered. Rest of you watch the
door.
Now what? Tucker asked. Go through a window?
Wont matter. Jenny said. They have front and back covered. We
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The doorway shattered as more fire hit it, grass and debris rained in
and tinkled across the floor.
So were trapped? Bugs snarled. You know this is all Ross fault!
Harlow will be on her way with a lift soon. Jenny stated. And the
rest of the platoon, we run under cover from them.
Alright, but first we gotta shoot those guys! Garibaldi quickly aimed
at the door as a group of Dilgar ran into the lobby yelling at the top of
their lungs. Like their comrades they wore bright uniforms and ran
forward with little regard for the practicalities of battle right into the
timed fire of the Earth troops. They fell quickly, barely making it past
the entry way before becoming no more than bodies on the well-kept
floor. Some managed a shot or two before Garibaldis group targeted
them but it seemed no more than foolish bravery. However the Dilgar
had not become as powerful as they were by being so careless, while
the well-dressed troops were charging forward into the PPGs a second
group of more professional Dilgar troops were taken position around
the doorway. These troops wore dull grey and green battledress with
helmets and body armor similar to the Earth force troops and like
them they moved quickly from cover to cover with the specific
intention of not getting killed. As their comrades died they set up and
began pouring fire at the Earth troops.
Dammit! Garibaldi exclaimed as an energy bolt tore through the top
of his helmet singing his scalp. Stay low!
His troops fired from cover and managed to wound one of the regular
Dilgar soldiers but the others were proving very difficult to dislodge.
The well-dressed soldiers had been part of Jhadurs personal
entourage, fanatically brave and loyal but more used to rounding up
unarmed civilians for their leaders various experiments than fighting
well trained opponents. Unfortunately the regular Dilgar infantry were
mobilizing now against the platoon and they were both trained and
prepared for these types of situations and attacked with cold and
clinical detachment.
The tree Garibaldi was sheltering under fell apart under the intense
fire, leaves and bark falling leaving wispy smoke trails and the odor of
burnt tobacco around him. We need to pull back, were too exposed!
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The soldier pulled the pin and activated the fuse on a standard
grenade and threw it towards the main concentration of enemy troops.
They should have had smoke grenades for situations like this but like
so many things they had been lost when their landing shuttle had been
destroyed. The enemy troops leapt out of the way and took cover as
hoped, disrupting their suppressing fire while they tried to avoid the
blast. Casualties were light from the explosion but by the time they
recovered the Earth soldiers were out of the lobby and back into the
long network of halls and corridors in the university.
Now where? Ross demanded.
Upstairs! Jenny answered. Head back to the stair well!
Are you crazy! Marty yelled as he and Tucker formed the rearguard,
shuffling backwards and watching for pursuit. Well be totally cut off!
We go for the roof. Jenny continued. Were leaving by air, they can
pick us up from the roof!
Thats what we do. Garibaldi agreed, he didnt have time to think
through all the pros and cons of the plan, Jenny wanted out of here as
much as they did and she was trained to make these kind of snap
decisions, he had no choice but to trust her.
Some nearby glass smashed, and before Garibaldi could pinpoint it a
hail of fire burst through one of the doors lining the corridor just as
Tucker passed by, the blue energy bolts flinging him against the
opposite wall with a cry of shock and pain.
Tucker, hang on! he yelled and ran back to get him. As he did so a
black clad soldier stepped out of the door and turned a rifle on him at
near point blank range. He didnt even have time to react properly, he
just went limp and dropped flat as the rifle fired almost in his face, the
energy bolts grazing past his helmet. He slid past the Dilgar like a
baseball player trying to reach fourth base and ended up on his back
with the enemy behind him. Before he even stopped he had the PPG
raised and its trigger depressed sending plasma into the black soldier
before he could turn and finish off Garibaldi or his friends. The Dilgar
fell back and Garibaldi came to a halt beside Tucker, his mind finally
connecting with memory and recognizing one of the Dilgar special
forces soldiers who had ambushed them at the cave.
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He quickly scrambled up, the rest of his group had followed and while
Jenny checked the room the Dilgar commando had come from the
others watched the corridor. Marty handed Garibaldi his rifle and
grabbed Tucker, the wounded soldier hissing in sudden pain. He was a
heavy man and powerfully built and Marty would have had a hard time
carrying him in an ideal situation, let alone in full combat rig.
Enemy! Bugs warned, and around the corner of the corridor two
Dilgar soldiers appeared from the lobby. He and Garibaldi engaged and
quickly brought them down, but more were following.
Just drag him! Garibaldi said. Get to the stairs!
Marty began pulling Tucker, the big Londoner gasped in pain again but
now focused more on anger. He held his rifle across his chest and
opened fire at the far end of the hall. Dilgar bastards! Get some of
this! he yelled and kept on cursing through his injuries.
Well hold them here for a minute or two. Garibaldi said to Bugs and
Ross.
Me too. Jenny fired her PPG pistol into the head of a Dilgar soldier as
it popped around the corner.
No, you need to go make sure the way is clear, especially of those
Special Forces Dilgar.
She thought for a second, then nodded. Alright, dont wait too long.
Then she disappeared behind them.
More Dilgar rounds chewed into the walls, the flimsy plaster exploding
outwards filling the room with dust. The Dilgar werent able to get
around the corridor without meeting resistance but it didnt stop them
trying. While the other two kept the enemy back Garibaldi shot out the
lights to give them some extra cover and hinder the enemy.
Alright, move back slowly. Garibaldi said when he saw Tucker was
almost out, still swearing loudly at his attackers. One at a time, you
know the drill.
Bugs moved first, heading to the next doorway down while Ross and
Garibaldi covered. When he arrived he took over firing to let Ross pull
back, and when he arrived it was Garibaldis turn. A Dilgar grenade
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Alfredo to increase his speed somewhat, the explosion blowing out a

wall and causing a portion of the roof to fall behind him, the sheer
heat made his back feel like it was on fire for a few moments
afterwards. Through the dust and smoke the Dilgar came keeping
close to the walls and laying down plenty of fire, two fell to the Earth
force fire but the rest didnt hesitate
Were through. Marty said on the helmet comms. Heading upstairs.
Keep moving back! Garibaldi ordered. Take it steady!
Another Dilgar flopped to the floor, his comrade stepping over him
with barely glance. The weight of fire was increasing and there was no
way Garibaldi could hold this position. They began to move faster back
to the stair well. A sudden burst of fire seared past Garibaldi, and with
a yelp caught Ross in the shoulder. The defensive fire slackened and
the enemy pushed forward.
Get him into the stairwell! Garibaldi yelled, then unslung Martys rifle
he had been carrying and stepped in front of the door. With a rifle in
each hand he unleashed a full auto stream down the corridor, putting
himself between the wounded Ross and the escape way, now just
yards away. Bugs pushed his wounded colleague through under cover
and braced himself against the doorway.
Come on Freddy! Get back here!
With no recoil Garibaldi managed a good degree of accuracy even
firing single-handed, the two rifles flashing and hissing in his hands as
he tried to scour the Dilgar from the corridors. He yelled in defiance as
return fire chipped the walls around him.
Freddy, bloody move!
The two rifles ceased firing as they ran out of charge and Garibaldi
quickly regained his instincts, he turned and ran for the door while
Bugs provided cover. Who do you think you are? Rambo? he grinned
as Garibaldi bounced past and headed upstairs. Bugs popped a fresh
grenade and threw it into the hallway, then ran upstairs after him
avoiding the explosion.
Ross, how are you? Garibaldi stepped onto the first floor almost
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In pain! he snapped. But Ill live.

Garibaldi took off Martys rifle and put in a fresh charge. Jenny,
catch. He threw her the weapon which she nimbly grabbed. Give
Marty the pistol, hell be taking Tucker to the roof.
I found an access stair in the labs. She said. Straight to the roof.
Nice one. Garibaldi nodded and activated his comms. Harlow, do
you copy?
I hear you. The answer came.
You got a bird in the air yet?
Working on it.
Garibaldi cursed under his breath. Work faster, weve got the whole
Imperium on our butts here!
Wont be long now, Harlow out.
Tucker looked up at him. No lift?
Not yet, lets hit the roof.
They moved back into the lab, tied up scientists huddled in one corner
watching them nervously as Marty dragged Tucker through the doors
and towards the roof access. Garibaldi dropped a grenade down the
stairwell in an attempt to damage them and slow pursuit but he knew
there were two more stairwells up to this floor and they wouldnt be
delayed long. They moved across the lab and stayed away from the
windows lining the far side incase the Dilgar had learned about
snipers.
Watch for trouble from the scientists, Garibaldi warned. Last thing I
want is a knife in my back.
We should kill them. Jenny said plainly. We dont need to take these
risks. She stared down at the tied scientists.
Their civilians. Bugs said almost appalled. Sure their Dilgar but
Were in a serious situation here, we cant risk them telling their
command about us. She lowered her rifle and pointed it towards the
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head of the nearest Dilgar. First rule of Covert Operations, no

witnesses.
This isnt a Covert operation, its an escape. Garibaldi spoke plainly.
It doesnt matter what they say to command when were gone, it
wont bother us when were knocking back pitchers on Mars.
She did not move, keeping the rifle trained on the group. This is the
smart thing to do.
Maybe, but Im not quite there yet. Garibaldi said. Come on, it wont
make a difference.
She raised the rifle, guessing that theyd probably have short enough
life expectancies if the Warmaster chose to blame them for losing the
captured data.
Youre doing the right thing. Garibaldi told her, then looked to his
team mates. Go secure the roof and take Tucker up, well watch your
backs.
Jenny stood at the lab door with Garibaldi watching for trouble while
Ross went up on the roof to take a look around. Both Bugs and Marty
were needed to carry Tucker up the narrow roof access stairs so for a
few minutes the teams firepower would be greatly reduced.
So is this like an average day for a spy? Garibaldi asked.
Well it could use a Martini. Jenny quipped. Actually this is my first
time in combat.
Youre kidding?
No, those three commandos in the cave? First guys I ever killed.
Wow. He took onboard the knowledge. Didnt seem to bother you.
Its the training, you know how it is.
There was a scrape behind them, and before Garibaldi even turned his
head Jenny had jutted out her elbow and hit something. An area of the
room behind her rippled and then coalesced into the black shape of a
Dilgar commando, its chamealeon suit still a disturbingly exotic piece
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Jenny already had landed two more punches and disarmed the man of
his rifle by the time Garibaldi reacted enough to take aim at the
commando, he found his aim blocked by the fast moving girl and
couldnt take a shot, not that it looked like she needed help. However
this commando must have paid more attention in combat school, he
kicked back and doubled Jenny over, knocking her own PPG rifle to
one side. Garibaldi took aim again but Jenny was already back in
action, and with a curse he held his fire.
She struck the commando with surprising force and he spun physically
around, but recovered instantly and pusher her back. With a vicious
kick she lost her balance and fell at Garibaldis feet, forcing him to
sidestep and in that one moment when he had a clear shot he was
unable to take it and the commando was on him. In a sharp move he
grabbed Garibaldis rifle and pulled forward, unwilling to let go he went
with it and was tripped by the commando, losing his grip anyway and
falling onto his face. Before the Dilgar could put a plasma bolt in his
back Jenny was up and fighting again, pushing the soldier back and
forcing him into single combat. She ducked and dodged his attacks but
found her own strikes blocked by the powerful alien, it was looking like
a stalemate which would soon end as more regular Dilgar soldiers
charged through the building. Garibaldi picked himself up and felt a
heavy object at his finger tips, it was the crowbar he had taken from a
technician earlier. With a feral grin he grabbed it and leapt up coming
at the commando behind. Distracted by Jenny the alien didnt react
fast enough and Garibaldi landed a solid blow on the back of its end
sending it straight to the floor.
Damn I hate those guys. He landed another blow on the fallen
soldier. Come out of nowhere. He hit it again. Like a damn horror
movie. He hit it one more time, then discarded the crowbar. If he
gets up after that well need an exorcist.
Thanks. Jenny managed a warm smile. Although I could have taken
him alone. She laughed and retrieved their weapons.
You know, I bet you could. Garibaldi chuckled.
The windows at the far end of the room blew inwards with a loud
crash, energy weapons fire tearing up the frame and wall around it.
Moments later an explosion detonated under the floor dropping away a
significant amount of the room into the hallways and classrooms
below. The Dilgar armored vehicle had moved around to support the
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Roof. Jenny said, and Garibaldi scrambled up behind her through the
access. The room beneath them being shredded by heavy automatic
fire. He came nose to nose with Bugs rifle and startled himself before
his comrade helped him up, Jenny already looking over the edge of the
roof.
Nowhere to run now. Bugs observed. And we have incoming.
Garibaldi looked in the same direction as Bugs and spotted a low flying
Dilgar aircraft, much sleeker than a shuttle it looked decidedly more
aggressive and purposeful. Could be Harlow. He said.
The way our luck runs? Bugs scoffed. I dont think so.
Harlow, you hear me? He asked over the comms. Harlow?
The craft roared closer, its engines keeping it hovering at low level
above ground and drowning out the weapons fire from the Dilgar
below demolishing the building. It nosed past the hospital and came to
face them.
If they are hostile, and we have nowhere left to run Marty left the
thought unfinished.
A small door opened in the nose of the ship and a cannon dropped
down, swiveling on a hardpoint it began to charge up with energy.
Crap. Garibaldi muttered. At least they wont get the data from the
Persephone.
Jenny nodded and grabbed the crystals from her pocket and a
grenade. Ill make sure they dont.
The craft turned sharply, pointing its nose and cannon away from
them and down into the courtyard. Garibaldi strained to see through
the cockpit window and almost yelled for joy when he saw Paul
Calendar waving at him. Bugs was less restrained.
Yes! he punched the air. Oh hell thats how its done!
The craft fired, particle bolts screaming through the air and hitting the
armored vehicle, blasting it open like rags in a storm. It kept up firing
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Harlow! Garibaldi shouted at the soldier stood in the hatchway.

Answer your damn radio in the future!
Sorry Freddy, she shouted. Come on, get aboard!
Turnbow leapt onto the roof, the big soldier lifted Tucker with a grunt
and nimbly stepped onto the hovering ship. Ross followed as did Bugs
and Marty. Jenny however had her attention elsewhere.
Come on! Garibaldi called. We gotta go!
Wait! she said. Look, its Jhadur!
Garibaldi stared off the edge of the roof and at the hospital doorway
stood the immaculate Warmaster staring almost straight at them.
Doesnt matter, come on! he continued.
Just give me a second! she shouted over the engines and raised her
PPG rifle. Just one second. She said as took careful aim.
Hospital.
As soon as things started blowing up Jhadur knew she was right. She
hurtled out the upper floor room and stormed down to the ground
floor. Once there she had been appalled at the confusion, it was as if
the soldiers had never faced a real enemy before. Her personal guard
had charged in attempting to impress their Warmaster and succeeding
in little more than wasting good uniforms by getting blood spilled on
them. The regular army did better, but they were still reacting too
slowly and whoever was leading the operation was a ham fisted idiot.
You! she jutted a finger at a nearby soldier. Where is your officer?
He jumped when addressed by her, he fumbled a salute and spoke
haltingly. I-I dont know, Warmaster. Were just shooting at the
building.
Then why dont you go into the building?
Well I
That was not a suggestion soldier. She said firmly. Take as many
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He moved like a startled rabbit and darted for the building, its front
chewed away by repeated impacts. Piles of bricks and rubble lay
around it and small fires had been ignited in the upper floors sending
pale smoke into the night time sky. She observed the soldier rally
some comrades with energetic nods and waves towards where Jhadur
was stood, and then run unopposed into the building. She noted the
lack of return fire from the building, hoping the occupiers were pinned
in a corner somewhere cowering before the attack and not actually
dead yet. She wanted live specimens.
Tarval! she caught sight of her head guardsman close by talking to
some field commanders. Provide a report.
The officer quickly trotted forward and saluted. Warmaster, we have
cornered between five and ten human soldiers in that building. Forces
are attempting to flush them out.
Just ten? she frowned. We predicted there would be many more.
We have reports of more near the airfield, we are sending a company
to investigate.
Make sure it has armor backing it up. She said. And tell everyone I
want prisoners.
Of course Warmaster.
The scene was suddenly treated to the deafening sound of a nearby
spacecraft launch. Jhadur searched the sky and found a craft coming
in from the airfield. Great, no what. She muttered. Did you ask for
air support? she glared at Tarval.
No Warmaster, it must be an over zealous pilot.
Well get him down before he kills my prisoners! she snapped.
Inform him of the consequences of disobeying me.
While Tarval tried to raise the craft by now directly overhead it
suddenly opened fire, destroying the nearby armored vehicle in a
sheet of flame. Everyone nearby ducked in the face of the explosion
except Jhadur who remained calmly stood in front of the hospital,
smoking debris falling all around. Get up! she snarled. Bring that
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The troops around her began firing but to little avail, their weapons
couldnt hurt the armored shell of the spacecraft and only served to
attract the attention of the vessels gunner. Never the less they would
not disobey their commanders and kept firing. It seemed obvious that
the pilot was not some rogue Dilgar or Tirrithan spy, it was one of
them, a human. The ship eased over the roof and she could clearly see
green clad soldiers jumping onto the craft, the ships cannon made
sure no Dilgar fire interrupted the operation.
Tarval. You have one more chance to stop them. I suggest you take
it.
Glancing back at her he quickly understood that she was not
particularly happy about her prize specimens escaping and that she
would gladly take that frustration out on him. All units Fire! Go for the
engines! Fire, quickly!
More blue rounds went up, but none could touch the ships armor and
merely scratched the paint. It was completely useless and Tarval got
more and more desperate as his actions proved futile. Board it!
Nobody dared asked how, so just kept firing.
Jhadur turned her gaze to the roof, two humans had not embarked.
With detached fascination she watched as one of the humans, she
guessed a female, pointed a rifle towards her. It was a shot most
Dilgar wouldnt have tried, a few hundred yards buffeted by the
hovering craft and distracted by the gunfire from below there was no
way she could hit Jhadur, especially with just a normal rifle. Still there
was a chance based on what she had seen that these humans were
unspeakably lucky and this might just cause problems. She was
however a Warmaster of the Dilgar, and Warmasters did not hide. She
stood straighter and stared directly at the rooftop sniper daring her to
fire, challenging the human to take the shot and try to thwart her
destiny.
Jenny fired, the plasma bolt flying with unerring accuracy directly at
Jhadurs chest. The Warmaster had a moment of panic as she realized
in that fraction of a second that the human was actually a damn good
shot. The bolt vanished two feet in front of her, crashing into thin air
with a strong smell of burning polymers. The air rippled and formed
into a black clad soldier, one of her elite Spectres who had been stood
before her and taken the hit. As he dropped to the floor two more
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Throughout the sudden attack Jhadur hadnt even flinched, it just

wasnt her way.
The two humans finally turned and ran for the shuttle, climbing up into
its hatchway. The Spectres beside Jhadur took very careful aim, the
barrels of their rifles swiveling minutely to compensate for the
breathing of their operators and line up perfectly aimed for the hearts
of the two fleeing humans. They tensed thair triggers and achieved a
precision lock.
Hold your fire. Jhadur said softly. For a heart beat the Spectres held
their weapons steady then dropped them down to the at ease position.
I like her. Jhadur smiled. I want her alive.
The hatch closed up, and as the ship moved away she glanced a
human in the cockpit as it swung around. The man smiled and waved
at Jhadur clearly very happy to have come so far. In return Jhadur
copied a hand signal she had learned from her captive extending her
middle finger to the pilot. The look of shock on his face was enough to
almost make her break out in laughter. The ship pulled around and
blasted off, heating the air and causing most of the soldiers to turn
away, but not Jhadur. She watched it head away into the night sky
becoming little more than a twinkling star.
Tarval. She said gently. They appear to have escaped.
Yes Warmaster.
Did we actually kill or capture any of them?
No Warmaster.
Did they rescue the prisoner Ross?
Yes Warmaster.
And the data recorder?
A cursory examination suggested it had been emptied of its computer
core.
Is that it there? she pointed to a metal object buried in the rubble of
the building. Crushed and ruined by your orders to fire randomly into
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This time Tarval did not answer.

And that was my personal shuttle wasnt it? The one they made their
get away in?
Again he did not answer.
So they escape with all of my intelligence, and what they leave
behind you conveniently destroy for them. And the best bit, this is my
personal favourite part of the evening, they use my ship to escape.
They also stole our language files and one of our computers. Tarval
said, hoping maybe complete honesty would save him from a
particularly long death. I take full responsibility Warmaster.
Yes you do. She said warmly, a warmth that did nothing to reassure
the officer. The regular troops fought well, their officers did not. She
turned to the two Spectres. Take him to my lab, then round up each
of the other officers and take them to holding cells
The Spectres obeyed without a word, while Tarval headed Jhadurs
bodyguards she trusted the silent assassins a hell of a lot more than a
preening sadist who took guard duty to avoid real fighting. She needed
to know if her vaccines for Dilgar troops would be safe for large scale
use, and now she had found a dozen or so subjects to test them out
on. He was dragged away into the hospital and Jhadur didnt give him
a second glance, instead she stormed towards a crouching
communications operator.
Stand up. She commanded, then took the microphone from his back
pack ultra long range comms system. She entered the channel and
spoke. This is Warmaster Jhadur. Respond?
This is orbital command Warmaster, how may we serve? a voice
answered.
She smiled, the humans were smart and resourceful but they were still
playing her game in her playing field. A ship will be achieving orbit in
a few seconds, deploy fighters and shoot out its engines. Do not
destroy it, do you understand?
Completely Warmaster.
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Within a few minutes, they are close to the beacon now.

Her pieces moved into place, there would be no escape for the
exceptionally annoying human survivors, she had nearly twenty
warships about to come through the gate and a thousand more close
behind. She respected their nerve, maybe even admired them in an
abstract way, but soon she would have her curiosity sated and a whole
new set of individuals to study.

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Chapter 24
Tirrith orbit.
Paul brought the stolen shuttle neatly up into orbit and away from the
grasp of gravity behind them. To say the escape was exciting was a bit
of an understatement but by now hed gotten used to these life or
death situations, all thanks to his stowaway spy. He had expected
Jenny to survive and while he might have once wished her dead by
now his anger had turned to pure cold hatred and disgust. He no
longer cared enough about her to imagine her death, he had been
knifed in the heart by a woman he considered one of his closest
friends, it was not a feeling that would ever likely go away. He noticed
his fingers were digging into the control column of the shuttle and
forced himself to lessen the grip, he couldnt change the past and
certainly couldnt afford to dwell on it at this stage.
That was nice flying. A man congratulated him, by the voice he
guessed Garibaldi but he couldnt turn to face him.
Thanks. Paul said over his shoulder. Did you get what you needed?
Thanks to Jenny. Garibaldi made a point of thanking the Special
Forces operative. Earth will have plenty of data on the Dilgar now.
Guess she succeeded in her mission then. Paul spoke flatly. All
worth while in the end.
Lets not forget you werent the only one to lose a buddy out here!
Garibaldi snapped. And straight up, Im getting tired of you acting like
the centre of the universe! I lost some good friends on planet and
some new friends on the Persephone, and yeah it sucks that you
ended up out here but she has saved more lives then you can possibly
imagine. She saved the rest of this platoon for one thing, and that
information will make our officers very happy.
Paul remained sullenly quiet. He had heard all this about working for
the greater good before used as an excuse to justify murder and death
on a small scale. TKoths death might go unnoticed by the universe at
large but it had surely changed his, and Paul would remember him.
The big picture didnt bother him, he wasnt concerned with making a
difference he just wanted to get through his life in comfort and wealth
along with his friends, and that was a dream now forever ruined. He
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his mind told him to stop being so caught up in himself, but he ignored
it. Right now all he really wanted was a case of Scotch and a dark
corner.
Heres something. Toby piped up gaining both Paul and Garibaldis
attention. If Im reading this scanner right the Dilgar just launched
fighters.
They coming this way? the soldier wondered.
Heading for the gate. Toby continued. Probably want to intercept
us, figure wed go straight there.
When instead we go for the asteroid field. Paul added. Lets hope the
Race is where we left her.
Itll take them a few minutes to realize we arent coming. Jenny
suddenly spoke up behind them, instantly making Pauls blood cool.
When they figure it out theyll start a search but by then we will be
under cover in the asteroid field. Then we can try and get clear.
Yeah I was wondering, any thoughts? Garibaldi asked.
We run for the gate and hope they dont have any big guns. Paul
shrugged. Not much else we can do, its the only way out.
Jhadur will know that, shell have put ships there to cover the
escape. Jenny commented. Most of the fleet has gone but even the
handful of ships left in system will turn us to dust.
Well its not like we can steal a jump capable Dilgar cruiser. Paul
snapped, Garibaldi and Jenny suddenly got far away looks. Oh no
way, dont even think about it.
We might be able to sneak in with this shuttle. Garibaldi suggested.
We only need to open a jump point, then we could abandon ship.
Problem is not many Dilgar ships have jump engines, and fighting
from hangar to engine will be pretty tough. Jenny cautioned. Its an
option, but lets try for another one.
Up ahead. Jors said from beside Paul. He hadnt spoken much but
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Paul felt a moment of happiness as he caught sight of the Space Race,

it was in a poor state scorched and burned with weapons fire and with
a lot more holes than it was designed with, but it was still the same
ship his family had operated for decades and his true home. She had
taken a beating but that little ship was their last hope to get home
alive.
How long to get the new regulator hooked up? Garibaldi asked.
Minutes, Jors replied. Just need to swap parts with Jennys help.
You got it. She said, ignoring Pauls harsh look to both her and Jors.
The regulator is mainly for keeping us on the move in hyperspace, in
normal space we dont need it as much and can burn the engines in
stops and starts.
But it isnt a jump engine, we still need either to use the gate or
follow a ship as it makes its own to leave. Paul clarified. and I cant
see the Dilgar being that helpful.
We just need to get a clear path, maybe convince the guard ships to
leave the gate. Toby mentioned. We need a distraction.
And a damn good one, Garibaldi added.
Unfortunately right now they were fresh out of ideas. Paul closed the
throttle and brought them into dock with the wounded freighter hidden
in the asteroid belt, they had at least a few more minutes to figure out
a plan before the cats from hell started shooting at them again.
Capital city, Tirrith
It was still dark on the surface where Jhadur surveyed the damage,
the electric lights helped cast light on the scene and the flickering fires
triggered by the skirmish also shed a deceptive glow upon the
surroundings, a glow that the Warmaster was not feeling.
Most of the labs were destroyed. A faceless Spectre said beside her.
He did not fear giving the bad news to his Warmaster, he knew the
anger it created in her would be discharged against the appropriate
targets. None of the Earth technology remained intact.
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Some are dead, some are alive.

Jhadur nodded, allow leniency with the usual discipline of rank. The
Spectres were something outside normal convention, they operated
under direct authority of the Supreme Warmaster and occasionally his
subordinates like Jhadur. They were in essence rankles and exercised
whatever power Garshan chose to give them. Many didnt like it, but
Jhadur appreciated the spirit it gave them and the highly effective
skills they possessed. Take the live ones to the cells, they can explain
to me why they failed to stop the humans or die trying.
The trooper nodded and slunk away leaving the Warmaster alone to
contemplate the situation. Another three dozen soldiers had been
killed or wounded and the first reports stated the human force was
significantly less than expected. None had been killed but there had
been blood found indicating some at least were wounded and
evacuated by their comrades. It was a pitiful display, and her forces
were going to have to work a lot harder in the future.
Warmaster, you wanted to know when your brother arrived. An aide
spoke quietly to her.
Thank you, if this shambles requires my attention I will be in my
quarters.
The aide bowed and stepped aside as she left the scene of the tiny
disaster. In terms of physical loss it was an insignificant scratch to the
massive Dilgar war machine, but it was a major blow to the pride of
the race calling themselves the greatest warriors in the galaxy. They
had been badly embarrassed, she had been embarrassed, and it was
not a slight she would allow to go unpunished. It wasnt the humans
who made her look bad, it was her own officers incompetence and she
knew that was where the real fault lay.
Still, she thought, dissecting the humans would also help brighten her
week.
Space.
Everything was exactly as he had left it. The air on board the Space
Race was staler than it had been but still breathable and would soon
seem fresher once the recyclers kicked in, likewise the freezing cold
temperatures began to rise to more comfortable levels as the ship
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metal beneath his fingers and feeling something reassuring in the

tactile sensation of once more being in contact with his ship. He found
he relished the lack of gravity and the slight pain in his throat that
came from breathing the too pure air. He enjoyed the smell of cold
steel and engine oil more than he had the scent of flowers and plants
down on Tirrith and of course he was eminently pleased to be half a
million miles away from the Dilgar army.
Reactor coming on line. Toby reported. Five percent capacity and
increasing.
The batteries which had been running the low power systems had their
duties assumed by main power once again, the lighting brightened and
life support wound up to normal levels. Sensors are back. Toby
added. Going to passive mode.
As the power built Paul was aware they would become more noticeable
to the Dilgar patrols, but hopefully they should remain more or less
invisible until they powered up engines or used active scanners. See
anything?
Lots of fighter patrols. Toby reported. But not much else.
Alright then, keep an eye open. He balanced himself and began to
float out of the flight deck, movement in zero gravity quickly returning
to second nature for him. Ill check on Jors and the guests.
He left the simple flight deck and traveled the slim corridor down to
the passenger area nestled between the four large cargo pods. The
accommodation was very basic, no mare than harnesses strapped to
the walls but the soldiers were far beyond complaining. It was just
good to be touching Earth made walls again. Everyone alright here?
he asked.
Were good. Garibaldi answered. Our wounded are stabilized but we
need to get out of here sooner rather than later.
Working on it. Paul said wearily. But I dont know how well get past
the Dilgar to the gate.
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Sure, but itd bring the Dilgar down on our backs before anyone else
arrived, if theyre even listening. Paul sighed. Im heading to check
on the engines.
Mind if I follow on? Garibaldi wondered. Maybe we can work out a
plan?
Sure. Paul shrugged. Cant hurt to talk.
They made their way further back into the ship, exchanging the
Spartan living and passenger quarters for the even more bare and
simple fuel tanks and reactor systems. Between the reactors and the
engines they found Jors and Jenny working in the weightless
environment to fix the engine regulator into the Races systems, its
bright metal contrasting with the fire blackened components of the
ships original drive mechanisms.
Looks like youre nearly done. Garibaldi commented.
More or less. Jenny said. But it wont do us much good until we
agree on an escape plan.
So far our plans all end the same way, we get our asses blown away.
Garibaldi grimaced. Theres no way we can outrun a Dilgar patrol and
the gate is too well guarded.
So we need a distraction. Jenny mentioned. If we cant fight past
we have to sneak past, and for that to happen we must make the
Dilgar look the otherway.
Im with you so far. The Soldier nodded. But weve got nothing to
act as a distraction.
Well there is one thing. Jenny said quietly and looked at Paul who
refused to meet her gaze. But you guys arent going to like it.
Well what you got? Garibaldi asked eagerly.
We have this ship and the stolen shuttle, Jenny stated. We load up
in one of them and remote pilot the other to draw away the Dilgar.
Garibaldi considered it for a few moments. What makes you think the
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There isnt a guarantee, but Im out of other ideas.

But it means sacrificing the Race. Jors growled. Hell of a price.
Maybe not, Jenny spoke quickly with a real trace of emotion in her
voice. We can use the shuttle as bait and ride the Race home.
No. Paul said bluntly. That shuttles faster and more agile, it has the
best chance of running the blockade.
Captain, it means throwing away your ship! Jors emphasized. After
all weve been through, she got us out safe everytime.
And now shell save us again. Paul was amazed he could speak so
calmly. I dont see a choice, and if its between us and this ship
getting wasted, well it isnt much of an intellectual challenge is it?
Paul, Jenny said softly. If theres any other way to
You know there isnt. he cut her off. Im sure your spy brain has
gone over all of this in detail, so lets just get on with it shall we?
So you want me to move me guys back to the shuttle?
Paul considered it for a moment, he was just about to throw away his
most cherished possession and in many ways the whole focus of his
life. The Space Race looked like junk but as far as he was concerned it
was family. Get them into the shuttle. When the engine is ready well
make a dash for it, no point sticking around.
Jenny was about to say something but the internal comms system
came to life and hid her words.
Paul, Toby said electronically. You better get back up here.
Sweet. Paul uttered with a curse. What happened?
They showed up a minute ago, just came through the gate and
headed for the planet.
What did? Garibaldi looked around at the display not recognizing
anything.
Dilgar warships. Toby confirmed. Fifteen of them, pretty big too,
mix of cruisers and destroyers.
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Oh well thats just perfect. Garibaldi almost laughed in despair. Not

just fighters, now full on warships!
How many are near the gate? Jenny asked calmly.
Two destroyers. The rest look like theyre getting into a search
formation.
Probably figured were hid in the asteroids. Paul decided. Well that
settles it, were going to be found out no matter what, I say we at
least try to run.
Yeah, Ill agree with that. Garibaldi added wearily. We came this far
on pure luck, might not have worn off yet.
Go get your people ready. Paul instructed. Toby, download the ships
log and get it to the Dilgar shuttle, well be leaving.
If thats the plan boss. He nodded, then headed off the flight deck
leaving Paul and Jenny alone.
You know this wasnt my wish. She said.
You keep telling me that but it still happened didnt it? Paul said
plainly. No cargo, no ship, no TKoth. There isnt much left to lose.
She came and sat in the co pilots chair beside him, her hair and
clothes were filthy after the escape and lose strands floated from her
head in the slight breeze from the air recyclers. She still had a strong
attractiveness to her features behind the dust but Paul couldnt see
that anymore, he just saw someone he had been badly let down by.
I wanted to tell you something.
That you did all this for Earth, for the greater good?
No, just that Im sorry.
She had said it before, but this time there was such a sincerity that
Paul simply couldnt ignore her.
Im sorry for it all, and we should have left Abbai space sooner but we
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None of this should have happened to us. Paul said flatly. Were not
up to this.
Of course you are! Jenny suddenly exclaimed. You met the
challenge magnificently, you led us out of hell and kept us going! How
can you say you werent up to it?
Because I didnt get us all out did I? Paul snapped. TKoth is still
down there. Hell we might all be joining him within the hour
You couldnt have prevented that, Im to blame for his death.
You know thats what I told myself, that all this was your fault. Paul
looked out the window at the distant blue and green world beyond. I
even believed it for a while, but it isnt your fault.
But I
he raised his hand to stop her. It wasnt your fault, if it wasnt for you
wed all be dead or stranded. He leaned back in the pilots chair.
Theres only one person to blame and thats me, as Captain I could
have put my foot down an brought us home any time before this, but I
got greedy and took that last job.
You saved a lot of Abbai refugees. Jenny told him. Thats
something.
And I charged them for the privilege. He answered. Im no hero or
saint, you know I always thought you were the conscience on this
ship. Well, you and Toby but he gets carried away.
Jenny didnt answer, she let him continue.
I dont hate you, it was just easier to hate you for getting us into this
mess than it was for me to accept responsibility myself. Paul sighed.
If anyone deserves to be hated its me.
Thats not true. She spoke. Without you in charge wed have come
apart a long time ago.
Paul turned to look at the former crew member, staring at her in great
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She smiled. It was honestly the best time of my life, couple of times I
even thought about resigning from Earth force and signing up full
time.
Really? You arent just saying that?
Really. She held the smile, cracking the caked on dust around her
cheeks. You cant guess what it meant to me to be accepted into this
family.
It was a family, one that endured a lot of problems and grief but was
still united now more than ever. It wept for its loss but still had to
protect its living members, and that was Pauls job.
You are one of us. He held her arm. Dont be sad about this, with
our profits well get a new ship.
But it wont be the Race. She said sadly.
Nothing else could be. Paul agreed. And nothing could try to be, but
its just metal and wires. The thing that made it special is us, and well
still be around.
She looked down at the floor. When I get back theyll probably put
me on a new mission. With the Dilgar threat growing Im going to need
to put all my efforts into keeping Earth safe.
I know. He answered. But when this crisis is over there always be a
seat for you on my ship, whatever that ends up being.
She nodded, beginning to gather tears. Thanks Paul.
Now come on, you know the Race cant be flown by remote control.
Well set up some waypoints in the auto pilot and let it run off that.
Yeah, okay. She perked up. Then we can finally go home.
Make sure the Gropos get on their ship, Ill program in the
coordinates and see you there.
He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze, then let her go and make the
arrangements. He didnt move for almost a full minute, breathng in his
ships air and just opening up his mind trying to feel something
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tramp freighter, his dad had flown it for years and raised him in this
very cockpit from child hood to being an adult. Its walls were alive
with memories, but those memories were not unique to this vessel and
when it ceased to exist they would still live on elsewhere in those who
experienced them.
With a sigh he set up the auto pilot and then headed for the shuttle
deck.
Your people safe? Jenny asked.
Every one of them. Garibaldi answered, they were hanging onto the
hand rails of the shuttle bay beside the dark green Dilgar ship. Its a
little cramped but its a way home so we arent bothered.
The door opened into the bay and Paul slid through on a guide rope.
We ready? he asked.
Jors is finishing pre-flight now. Jenny smiled at him. Our guests are
all loaded up along with all our data and logs.
Well be good to go as soon as we get on board. Garibaldi added.
Auto pilot is ready, Ill activate it from the shuttle deck console on a
timer, then we can scram.
I figure we glide unpowered towards the gate until the Dilgar take the
bait. Jenny explained. Then when they go for the Race we burn like a
bat out of hell and try to sneak through before they turn around and
stop us.
Alright then, Paul agreed. Get on board and lets see what happens.
Garibaldi stepped up and glided into position tying himself to a seat
restraint. The shuttle was designed with passengers in mind but not
quite so many and six of the troops had been forced to strap
themselves to wall hangings, hand rails and seat backs. For those
people it would be a bumpy ride.
The ship is hyperspace certified. Jenny said as she mounted the
stairs. We can make Altair in a few days, we have enough food and
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Makes a change. Paul grimaced. If we had those supplies at

Ssumssha wed have avoided all this. He paused for a minute. But
then we wouldnt have been able to pick up these troops. I guess it all
happens for a reason.
We did good. Jenny assured him. It was a terrible price, but we did
the right thing.
We did. Paul nodded solemnly. Make sure what we did here saves
lives.
With sudden speed he pushed Jenny back from the top step and into
the shuttle, a look of total surprise on her face. Then he quickly
pressed the external door controls and sealed it behind her. She ran
up to it and saw Paul backing away down the stairs and heading off
the deck.
Jors! she yelled. Jors, get this damn door open!
Im trying! Ive lost the control, damn things all in Dilgar!
She watched helpless as Paul left the hangar and sealed the internal
airlock. Jors!
Found it! he said triumphantly, but before he could press it a
warning light sounded. Crap, he depressurized the bay! to underline
his words the armored doors of the shuttle deck slid open showing
space beyond.
What was that? Garibaldi asked in utter confusion. What just
happened?
It was Paul. Jenny informed him quietly. He left us.
Paul Calendar took up the pilot seat on the Space Race flight deck and
noted how it fitted his form perfectly. It was a simple effect of him
being sat in that chair for uncounted years and usually he barely
noticed, but now he was hooked on every tiny detail of the ship and its
past. He noticed their was an incoming transmission on the closed
circuit and knew where it was from.
Go ahead shuttle deck.
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Getting us out of this mess like I should have done in the first place.
Paul answered Captains job to get his crew home in one piece.
And the Captain should be with them! Toby added. Get back here
quick before its too late.
Cant do that. Paul said calmly. The auto pilot on this bucket wont
give the Dilgar any challenge, theyll blow it away long before the
shuttle can reach the gate. But if one of us is flying it then it might
give us more time.
So I should be flying it! Jors demanded.
Youre the best pilot, you should be on the shuttle getting them all
home. This is my ship, if anyone goes down with it itll be her
Captain.
Paul, you hear me? Jenny had reached the microphone. Dont do
this, there are other ways!
You know there arent. he answered gently. You have to get home
now, burn you engines when we start moving and coast for the gate
until the way is clear.
TKoth wasnt your fault, none of this was! she pleaded. Come back,
come with us!
Thats not the way these things work. He answered. Youre a good
person Jenny, youre one of the family and you always will be. Take
care of yourself and the rest of the guys, now get moving.
He ended the transmission and activated his ships engines, an act
which would spike Dilgar sensors across the system. For a few
moments the shuttle remained silent and then much to his relief
powered up and left the hangar, burning its engines under the cover of
the freighters power signature and then going cold to coast for the
gate. Satisfied with the shuttles progress Paul ignited the engines of
his freighter once more and headed for the gate and the Dilgar guard
ships.
Dilgar warship Dominator
Warmaster Shadur felt rage boiling away inside him as he spoke with
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understand. He knew nothing of humans but automatically detested
them as inferior, as he did all races who werent prime Dilgar. After
hearing this new tale though he would gladly burn their miserable
homeworld himself if given the chance.
It was actually a rather useful exercise. Jhadur concluded on the
screen.
Useful? he frowned. Sounded like a disaster.
It highlighted how unprepared we are. Jhadur said. Fighting the
forces of the League is one thing, but these humans actually knew
what they were doing. The fault for this defeat is not theirs, its ours.
The fought to the best of their training while my forces were fighting
well below the standards I expect. I have taken measures to correct
this problem.
He didnt need to ask what those measures would involve. He could
hardly remember a time when his sister hadnt resorted to the base
emotion of terror to get her message across that failure would not be
tolerated. She was a more careful Warmaster than most, and while the
punishments she inflicted on failures were grossly more harsh than the
other leaders who opted for simple death, Jhadur also gave rewards
for those who fought well and was constantly encouraging and
nurturing her subordinates. It was a stark contrast but one which had
made Jhadurs forces the elite of her race.
Ive deployed my ships in a net, well sweep the asteroid belt and find
your runaways.
You know I prefer live prisoners. She said sternly. Get me
something to play with.
Consider it a gift. He smiled, exposing his white teeth. And then we
can get this war moving again.
He was interrupted by a report. Warmaster, energy spike on sensors,
looks like a ship.
Classify? he asked.
Freighter, unknown type. He punched up an image of a blocky and
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Do you recognize it sister? he sent the information via data link to

the planet.
Not by sight, Jhadur replied. But the simple design would suggest a
human vessel.
Then that is our target, its heading for the gate. Shadur felt the
thrill of the chase building inside. If youll excuse me Sister, I will
attend to this.
Remember prisoners. She insisted. Good luck.
He nodded and ended the message. Helm, set intercept course and
deploy fighters. Shadur ordered with relish. Id quite like to meet
these creatures who seem to be running rings around us. All ahead
flank.
Space Race
Pauls sensors warned him of Dilgar ships moving his way, a unit of
fighters was closing with larger warships following. The Race was a
fast ship, maybe fast enough to outrun some of the bigger warships
but the Dilgar Frigates would be a problem. Still, all he needed to do
was buy some time and try and clear the jump gate, so he drove his
engines up to full power and aimed for the two ships guarding the
distant scaffolding marking his colleagues way home. He would reach
there before the Dilgar warships, but probably not the fighters,
hopefully they wouldnt slow him down enough to make a difference.
In the crowded shuttle floating far behind the atmosphere was quietly
expectant.
Dilgar are going for him. Toby said. But not the ones from the
gate.
The guard ships are still there? Garibaldi asked.
They are.
Theyll have orders not to move. Jenny stated. With Jhadur in
charge theyll stay there until the sun dies.
I dont like the idea of flying between them. Jors grimaced. But if it
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Lets hold course for now, stick to the plan. Jenny stated. And hope
they arent as well drilled as they think they are.
The first dart fighter pulled into range and fired on the Space Race, its
particle bolts punching neat holes in the already mangled engine block
at the rear of the ship. Paul had no way to fight back, his ships
defensive guns needed a crew member to fire them and even if they
did work automatically he was marshalling all power into the engine
systems. More fighter bolts tore into the ship, puncturing the cargo
bays but causing no real damage and not slowing down Pauls run for
the gate. The two Dilgar destroyers standing guard began to lock on to
him with heavy weapons but did not open fire or move, apparently
content to let the fighters take him down. That was something Paul
had to fix to give his comrades a chance to escape.
Sparks jumped from the empty co pilot seat giving him a start, but
apart from the scare the effects on the ship were negligible. The Space
Race had long ago lost any semblance of control surfaces or magnetic
thrust vectoring during its harsh final weeks, the ship was steered by
brute force and altering reactor feeds from overload to critical and
back again. The Dilgar fighters were dealing damage but unless they
hit something truly critical they were just ventilating the engine room.
He reflected that it wasnt the ending he had expected for the
venerable freighter, hed imagined the old ship soldiering on until she
simply dissolved into rust and scrap ten thousand years from now. It
was a silly thought he had harbored since childhood but it was rather
comforting. The reality would obviously be different, but the ship
would at least gain some meaning in its last moments.
Dominator
Our fighters are not doing enough damage Warmaster. Captain
Evenil reported. The ship is not slowing.
Shadur sighed heavily. What do these humans build ships from?
Damn savages.
Itll be through the gate in a few minutes, the guard ships are
requesting permission to engage.
The Warmaster shook his head. We cant hit it with heavy weapons,
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sir.
So we need to encourage it away from the gate. Shadur considered.
Order the guard ships to intercept the vessel and drive it towards the
planet, use their secondary pulsar weapons to disable it, they will do
less damage than a heavy cannon but more than the fighters.
Sending the orders.
As the freighter closed on the gate the two destroyers began to move,
setting course to meet the ship and force it further into the system
and away from safety. The stubborn ship held its course for a while
longer, but a rapid volley of energy weapon fire from the destroyer
made it break off. He smiled in triumph as the little ship followed his
plan perfectly, the fighters and destroyers chasing it away and firing
past it. Leaving the gate unguarded was a risk, but only a slight one
because there was no way the Earth ship could double back past his
force.
Have the destroyers herd the ship this way, we will catch it between
them and us and bring Jhadur something to work on.
His fleet expertly arced around and formed into a wide group to catch
the fleeing human ship in their grasp. The vessel was blundering
straight towards them and soon would find its escape blocked. Shadur
would surely succeed where the forces on planet had failed.
Dilgar Shuttle
He did it, the Captain actually got them to follow him! Toby gaped.
I didnt doubt it for a moment. Jenny said quietly. Lets take the
chance hes paying for, full power to the engines and get us clear.
Jors tapped the controls and brought the shuttles systems online,
probably alerting the Dilgar fleet to their presence and gaining many
angry stares.
Okay folks, keep your self strapped in this is going to be rough.
Jenny warned the soldiers in the passenger compartment. The way is
clear but I doubt theyll just let us stroll out, if you were religious now
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The ship kicked forward, forcing the crew and passengers back into
their seats with the sudden acceleration. Jors wasnt wasting any time
with subtlety, it was going to be a simple dash for the gate and
freedom. A number of warning systems lit up, while not readable
Jenny guessed they were telling the crew the ship was being scanned
by active sensors. She didnt know how powerful the Dilgar sensors
were or if they could distinguish human life signs from Dilgar ones, but
it didnt a genius to figure out they had been duped.
Dilgar fighters are breaking this way, theyre trying to hail us. Toby
warned.
No reply, hold your course. Jenny stated, they wouldnt be able to
understand the Dilgar language anyway.
Theyre locking weapons. Toby announced. I think theyre gonna
shoot!
Jenny activated the shuttles forward gun, no point trying to hide now.
She led the first fighter and then engaged, particle bolts eating
through the surprised pilots craft and destroying it before he could
even draw breath to panic. His wingmates broke off instantly trusting
their training to get them out of trouble. The shuttles cannon was able
to track one of the fighters, spitting bolts as it traversed but the
Thoruns pilot knew his stuff and evaded the incoming fire.
Theyre on our tail! Toby reported. Locking on!
Evasive action Jors! Jenny yelled, swinging the shuttles only gun to
point aft. One hit and were dead!
Two remaining fighters tracked them, they sent a few rounds past the
shuttle in the hope of scaring it into halting but here the Dilgar
reputation for cruelty worked against them. No rational being would
surrender willingly to the Dilgar, so instead they would have to try and
bring down the shuttles engines and tow their prize home. There was
one glaring problem, they had to aim just for the engines which meant
lining up at close range and firing a precise shot. Usually the fighters
would have made a slashing attack and torn the shuttle to shreds, but
the Warmaster had been very specific about wanting the occupants
alive. The Thoruns took their time to line up a shot, which gave Jenny
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The dart fighters dodged the incoming fire, but their evasive action
meant they couldnt take their shot and had to hold fighter, deeply
frustrating the battle hungry pilots. Jors kept the ship weaving further
hindering their efforts to halt the escaping ship. To their credit the
Dilgar pilots followed the shuttle like a tail, never straying more than a
few degrees of course but at the same time not having the necessary
opportunity to slow down the fleeing vessel.
Coming up on the gate. Toby continued his running commentary
from the sensor station. The Dilgar warships are still chasing Paul.
Jenny couldnt quite place her feelings on that matter, she was
assaulted by emotions varying from relief at being able to escape to
pure despair at the notion of her friend meeting his end at the hands
of the Dilgar. She dearly wanted to do something, she had such a vast
wealth of skills and abilities and an absolute willingness to use them,
but seated here in the shuttle she was helpless to do anything but
watch. The Space Race fled further away under heavy fire doing its
final duty so she and her team could do theirs.
Jenny? she suddenly became aware someone was calling her. The
Jumpgate sequence?
Right. She acknowledged Jors comment. The space outside turned
and corkscrewed as Jors piloted the vessel wildly, occasional shots
flaming past from the fighters on their six. All the while the constant
and growing shape of the Tirrith jump gate beckoned the craft
forward. Sending the activation code.
Every jump gate needed a signal transmitted to its automated control
to activate the vortex. Usually it was just a simple narrow band comms
channel with no real message to it, just an indication a ship was ready
to make transit. Free jump gates like the one here operated on those
principles, while the more secure gates like the one in the Sol system
required a very specific and constantly changing code to activate.
Jenny sent the signal, and was not terribly surprised when the gate
failed to activate.
What happened? Toby said with a hint of panic.
The Dilgar changed the gate codes. Jenny began punching up what
she hoped was the shuttles communication logs. Without the right
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So whats the code? he demanded.

I dunno, Im looking through this ships logs to see if it has them.
You dont know! Toby almost screamed. What if its not there!
Then weve got a long flight home. She retorted. Besides this is a
diplomatic shuttle, itll have all the codes. Probably.
The Dilgar fire was getting closer now, the pilots increasingly annoyed
by their inability to hit the ship with a precision strike were getting
more reckless and letting discipline slip. If the fight went on much
longer they would probably just blow them to pieces and call it an
accident. Jors was utterly focused on the escape route and wasnt
slowing down. If the gate wasnt open in a few seconds theyd fly
straight through the structure and have to come back around,
something the chasing Thoruns would not allow.
Jenny, the code. Toby said.
I think Ive found it.
You think you have?
Well well know in a minute. She entered the code. Here it comes.
For a moment nothing happened, then the gate flashed into life and
began charging the vortex. The shuttle was virtual in the mouth of the
structure when the code was accepted.
What happens if were too close? Toby suddenly thought. Too close
to the opening vortex?
Then we get totally wasted. Jors grunted. Hold on to your hats.
The gate reached full charge and punched open a yellow vortex,
thankfully the shuttle was far enough away not to be affected by
backwash. Merely a second after it opened the shuttle raced through
and Jenny was already shorting out the gate controls through her link
to shut it down prematurely. The burned into hyperspace and she
transmitted the override bringing the vortex down on the two pursuing
Thorons and wiping them from existence.
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There were roars and cheers from the soldiers behind them and Jors
exhaled a long breath of relief. Locked onto the Atlair beacon,
heading back to Earth Alliance space.
Nice flying budy! Garibaldi shouted. Thats worth a round when we
get home!
Jenny slumped back and closed her eyes, they were safe but she
couldnt shake her mind away from the price. Without Paul Calendars
selfless actions none of them would be here, and the vital story of the
Persephones final hour would be lost to her people. The shuttle turned
for home, but there would always be a little something of herself left
behind on Tirrith.
Good bye. She whispered, clutching the data crystals in her pocket.
She would make it all worthwhile.
Space Race
The new regulator finally blew, a shot from a Dilgar destroyer slicing
through the engine bay and severing the ship drive system from its
reactor. Raw plasma jetted out of the broken pipes and melted clear
through the hull before the emergency systems could react. The
strained engines finally spluttered out, glowing red from pure heat for
a while longer before dimming and becoming as dark as the void
around them.
Nuts. Paul remarked as the ship coasted. His sensors warned him of
Dilgar destroyers drawing up along side and fighters preparing to
grapple the freighter. Computer, increase reactor flow.
Warning. The female voice spoke. Safety systems compromised.
Command override, increase flow.
Without any way to discharge the energy the reactor would go critical
and exploded like a fusion bomb, and if he was lucky itd take the two
Dilgar ships down with him. He could settle back, the shuttle had
made it through the gate and would be beyond the abilities of the
Dilgar to chase by now, his people, his family, would be safe. As far as
he was concerned hed done his job as Captain and achieved some
measure of redemption for not getting them out of this sooner. He had
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Human vessel. A voice said mechanically, likely speaking through a

translator. Prepare to be boarded.
Like hell. Paul muttered, the reactor display nudging into the red on
his dials. You want my ship? Youll have to pick it up one atom at a
time when Im done.
The Space Race was his home and he couldnt surrender it anymore
than he could give away an arm or a leg. It was fitting and appropriate
that his final moments would also be the last moments of the ship. It
kind of felt right. The Dilgar ships get closer and tried to latch on to
the freighter, seemingly oblivious to the building energy.
Boy are you guys in for a surprise.
They were, but even Paul couldnt have predicted exactly how big a
surprise it would be. His sensors warned of jump points opening
nearby, he didnt pay them much heed and considered them Dilgar
reinforcements until a wide band transmission flooded all channels.
This is Vice Admiral Anne Thornhill of the Earth Alliance Cruiser
Lexington, you will stand down and back off right the hell now!
Dilgar warship Dominator
Shadur had to blink three times just to confirm what he was seeing.
What?
Earth ships Warmaster! Captain Evenil reported frantically. Five
cruisers, they are demanding we retire!
Absolutely unbelievable! he scoffed. Who do they think they are?
Open a channel.
She quickly worked the controls, while she prepared Shadur took a
good look at the new arrivals, unappealing grey and blue slabs of
metal with a compartmentalized arrangement and woefully primitive
systems. His executive officer nodded to tell him the channel was
ready.
Earth fleet, this is Warmaster Shadur of the Dilgar. This is our space
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Warmaster, the human female replied. We are here to retrieve one

of our ships, the one your ships are rescuing. She said curtly. Once
we have it we will leave and never come back.
The ship is harboring fugitives and they will be taken away for Dilgar
justice. We will not hand them over.
Earth Force will not let its citizens be imprisoned and subjected to
Dilgar justice when they have committed no crime. The Admiral
stated. We dont want a fight, but we will defend our people.
It was the perfect answer, Shadur grinned widely and
unceremoniously ended the transmission. Battle formation, fast ships
on the flank and capital cruisers in the middle. We take them fast and
head on.
Yes Warmaster, the fleet is responding. Evenil said. Earth ships
powering weapons.
A sudden transmission from the planet sounded on their speakers.
Dont you dare! an angry women snapped.
Shadur hid a flash of anger. Sister, leave this to me.
You will not fire on the Earth ships. Stand down and let them leave.
We outnumber them three to one!
And the last time we faced one of these ships it out fought us five to
one! Jhadur informed him. We are not ready to fight these ships.
Stand down.
But the prisoners? The data, theyll know what we did! Shadur said.
Let me destroy them!
No, remember your actions at Ssumshha? Your eagerness for battle
caused hundreds of needless deaths. You must learn to be patient d to
walk away from battles you cannot win. Jhadur spoke calmly. Let
them go, they wont do anything about the loss of the other ship and
without my strike fleet for support this will end badly. We gain nothing
by fighting but lose much, and maybe even provoke war.
Shadur felt a tiny trickle of blood run down his chin, gradually
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the crew watched him in complete silence poised to go into battle or

stand down depending on his word. Considering the options he finally
spoke.
Stand down. He stated with a grunt. Pull back beyond weapons
range and let them go.
Warmaster? Evenil wondered for confirmation.
Those are the orders. Let them go. He said with pure venom.
Paul cycled down the reactor to safe levels as the Dilgar ships
retreated and he was surrounded by Earth vessels. Star furies
gathered around and latched grappling wires to the crippled Space
Race and began dragging it up behind the magnificent sight of an
Earth force cruiser. The emotions Paul felt were barely expressible in
words, it was a minor miracle, in fact it was a total miracle and he
would never forget just how close he had come to death.
The warship opened a jump point and along with the rest of the fleet
the Space Race left Tirrith and the Dilgar behind.
We arent ready. Jhadur said to her brother high in orbit. We fought
them before and suffered a major defeat on ground and in space. We
simply do not know how to beat these humans.
We are Dilgar, none should be able to resist us. He answered.
You are right. She agreed. And yet these humans do. One day there
will be war between our two races, as there will be war with the Narn
and the Centauri after we establish a new homeworld. We will not fight
that war until we are ready.
I thought we were ready?
Not yet, but now I know where our weaknesses lie, where our skill
end and over confidence begins. The female Warmaster smiled thinly.
Take these events for what they are, a lesson to be learned from and
an example of what our forces need to turn them into a true
unstoppable tide.
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Then all the tools are in place. Jhadur nodded. And we can start the
lesson. And the means by which we test our new tactics will be the
Brakiri. Our forces gather Brother, and by the time we face Earth ships
again we will be a different people, and we will not be backing down
from anyone.
Shadur nodded, his pride already feeling less wounded. His sister had
a way of learning from events and radically changing tactics to exploit
new strengths. The humans may have achieved their goals today, but
the final victory would belong to the Dilgar and it would leave the
League nothing but an empty smoking shell. In two weeks it would all
go to hell.
Hyperspace, EAS Lexington
Jenny took a moment to stretch in the large hangar aboard the
warship. She had barely believed her eyes when she had seen the task
force hanging by the Tirrith beacon scanning for distress signals from
their missing sister ship the Persephone. She had acted quickly and
told them about the Space Race and was ready to beg the fleet
commander to go and rescue Paul, but happily the Admiral had only
needed to know that an Earth citizen was in danger. With the freighter
rescued and Tirrith behind them she could finally relax. She noticed a
slender fair haired woman enter the bay and talk to a deck handed
who pointed Jennys way. She pushed herself forward in the zero
gravity to meet her.
Im Admiral Thornhill, 9th Squadron. The middle aged lady said
warmly.
Commander Jenny Sakai, Earth Force Intelligence. She gave her full
title. I cant thank you enough.
Im glad we found you. Thornhill replied. We had orders direct from
General Denisov to do a fly by and look for any signals that our ship or
a life pod might still be in the area. We werent supposed to leave
hyperspace except in special circumstances, but I figure this counts.
Jenny took a handful of data crystals from her pocket, the culmination
of her mission and adventure. We recovered these from the
Persephones flight data recorder. Its the full story of her battle.
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Very long story Admiral, Ill put it in my report. She handed them to
the flag officer. I saw the whole thing, I dont know what the Dilgar
said but that ship fought like hell to protect a refugee fleet. She wasnt
lost to an accident or a mistake, she died well and she did the right
thing right to the end.
Thornhill clutched the crystals like they meant the world to her. Thank
you, the Persephone was one of mine and I knew Captain DeVierre
wouldnt make that sort of mistake. Sounds just like him to go wading
in like that. she breathed in to restrain the emotion she was feeling.
It will mean a lot to the fleet to know their brothers and sisters went
out fighting.
Im glad I could do this Admiral. She nodded respectfully and the
fleet commander headed away to make copies and review the records.
Getting on with the top brass now eh? an amused voice asked.
I just got sick and tired hanging around with you smelly grunts. She
smiled. How are youre guys Freddy?
Well they took Tucker and the wounded up to the medlab, rest of us
got given these amazing packs of paste. Garibaldi waved a MRE at
Jenny. Im tempted to try those Dilgar rations from the shuttle.
Jenny grimaced at the thought. My sisters cat eats stuff like that.
Guess that kinda makes sense.
Well, might be worth a try. He chuckled. You did good back there
you know.
Maybe. She sighed. But it was still a huge mistake.
Well the important thing is were stood here on our way home.
Garibaldi smiled. I mean Ive got a ton of paperwork and the Captain
is gonna want a full debrief lasting days but we made it, and
everything else is just prologue.
Thanks Freddy. She smiled. Youre a good guy, you know that?
You helped me keep my promise. He said. And for that you got a
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She remembered his promise, that hed be back with his family for
Christmas and smiled widely. Have a good Christmas. She wished.
Must be nearly that time.
Time enough to get home. He nodded. I better go check on the
guys and girls, take care huh? See you for paste and drinks in the
mess.
Ill be along. She said and gave the big man a hug, then let him go.
She stayed for a while in the hangar and looked at the shuttle. The
Space Race had been contacted and Paul was both safe and supremely
happy with the arrival of the Earth ships. They would take him under
tow to the first neutral gate then bring him on board the Lexington and
tow the Race home. He was adamant the ship join them on the
journey despite it being almost a wreck. She smiled at the idea and
wouldnt have it any other way. It had been a hell of a first
assignment, and she had instructions to head back for Earth for a full
debrief but she guessed that her adventures with the Space Race and
its crew wouldnt be ending today. And with that thought she turned
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Chapter 25
Gorash System, Centauri Republic.
It was a sullen mood which greater Londo Mollari as his family flagship
entered the harsh system. The system had been ordered evacuated
and left undefended by Centauri forces by Imperial decree and it was
expected that the Narn would move in and claim the empty system,
just one more piece of the Republic frittered away for no gain. Narn
vessels had been reported at the edge of the system but no
confirmation had been officially made, it was however enough to
convince the miners and researchers to quickly vacate.
This is no way to run the Centauri Republic. Londo noted Urzas voice
beside him. The man could sneak up on a Nakaleen feeder and live to
tell the tale. They both watched out of the ships windows as freighters
transited past to the local jump gate.
We will correct this situation my friend. Londo resolved. And we will
do it in a way that the Emperor saves face.
You have a plan? a thin smile flickered onto Urzas lips.
Its very simple. All we have to do is start a fight with the Narns.
Londo shrugged. There can be no easier task in the galaxy!
Very true. Urza chuckled. So what do you suggest?
All we need to do is find them, I can handle the rest.
Urza nodded in agreement and resumed his vigil as the planet of
Gorash itself hove into view. Not much to fight over is it?
No, not really. Londo agreed. But it isnt the planet that matters.
Its the symbol. Urza continued. The fact that the Narns of all races
would have this world.
It isnt the fact we are keeping it, it is the fact that the Narn are being
denied it.
I hope this works my friend, if it doesnt our heads will decorate the
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The Emperor has not specifically said he wants the Narn to take this
world, he has not gifted it to them but will acknowledge it if they
decide to try and seize it. But if they attack us as we retreat, and we
fight to defend ourselves the people of the Republic will be behind us
and Turhan could never cede this world the the Narn. It is a perfect
plan. Londo grinned.
Unless of course the Narn win, then they get the planet and manage
to kill us too. Urza pointed out. Still, it sounds like an entertaining
way to spend my afternoon.
Agreed. Londo couldnt help but laugh. Ahh, whatever happens this
will be a great day for our houses, death or glory!
Death or glory! Urza repeated with a cheer. Come on, lets go find
some Narn to antagonize!
Half an hour later a pair or Centauri fighters rushed from the hangar
deck and looped around the defensive fleets flying far too close to the
stationary cruisers. The nimble fighters rolled past a Primus
battlecruiser drawing angry looks from its officers and scorn for the
reckless young pilots, not that Londo or Urza actually cared. They were
alive in the moment, their whole worlds contained in the few square
feet of cockpit forming a thin bubble between them and the bleak
emptiness beyond. As far as they were concerned their destiny was
grasped firmly in their young hands which they alone had the right to
master. No Narn could stop them, no Centauri, not even the Emperor
himself could affect them now, in their closed universe of glass, metal
and engines they were God, and it felt incredible.
Lets head out to the edge of our sentry posts. Urza suggested. If a
Narn fleet has already arrived that is where it will be hiding.
Lead the way my friend. Londo said joyfully, glad to be taking part in
a mission which would restore some of the old glory of the Republic, a
gentle echo of the might they once exercised. Many Centauri looked
fondly on the old days, but for Londo it had become an obsession and
a calling to return to history. He believed vehemently that fortune had
turned its back on his people and through their own weakness and
pettiness they had fallen into mediocrity. The Centauri were born to
rule and had forsaken their birthright, but that right was still available
for the taking if only the Lion of the Galaxy would stretch forward one
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The twin fighters left the safety of the Centauri fleet and began the
journey into the long night. The standard Centauri Sentri fighter was
designed for excessive speed and agility which suited the usual tactics
of its pilots well. A Centauri airwing specialized in lightning attacks,
streaking in and slicing through enemy fighter formations or picking off
critical starship systems. Duelling with a Sentri was usually a losing
proposition for virtually any opponent and they were rightly respected
throughout the League. Unfortunately they had their price, the speed
was bought with lighter armor meaning a Sentri tended to fly apart
quickly if it took a solid hit, it was hoped its agility could avoid such an
instance but the average pilot was well aware that even a glancing hit
would finish him off. None of the pilots liked to admit it but the days of
their superiority might be on the wane, the latest Dilgar heavy fighters
were a new breed of war machine with the agility of their Sentris but
far superior weapons and protection, and to make matters worse the
Humans were fielding craft just as impressive. All they needed was the
Narn to build heavy weight fighters too and things suddenly wouldnt
be so friendly for the venerable Centauri fighter commands.
Were passing the beacons. Urza awakened Londo from his thoughts.
Moving into blind space.
The two fighters passed beyond effective sensor range of the fleet, out
here they had only each other to rely on. Rapidly the two young
officers grew quiet and began to keep a more concerted watch on their
sensor displays lest any surprises jump out from the gloom and strike
them. Londo was no coward but he had never seen a Narn before,
much less engaged one in battle and out here the youthful bravado
was being frozen by the bleakness of deep space.
When we find the Narn, perform a close flyby and then run for our
lines. Urza said quietly. Knowing the Narn they will give chase and
be seen as attacking our forces.
Which will be all the excuse our house forces will need to begin the
battle. Londo agreed. There is just one thing on my mind.
Yes my friend?
What if they shoot us down before we escape back to our fleets?
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Londo nodded to himself, if the Narns prevailed here the entire

Republic would look stupid. It was his job to make sure that did not
happen.
Geneva, Earth.
EIA Headquarters.
It was an odd sensation to enter the tall and rather plain looking
building set within the EarthGov complex beside Lake Geneva. The air
was cold and despite it being dinner time sparkling frost still clung to
the ground and breath hazed in the air before her. Jenny stepped
through the glass doors and was hit by a wave of heating within the
building, a cloying and dry atmosphere compared to outside. She
loosened her coat and headed to the reception desk striding over a
marble floor with the EIA crest emblazoned on it, the eagles eye
watching her every move.
Good afternoon miss. A friendly looking receptionist greeted her.
Can I help you?
Jenny Sakai. She gave her name. I have a briefing to attend.
The receptionist entered her details and at once the screen confirmed
her as a priority guest. You are booked in with the Director himself,
go through right away. She smiled.
Jenny stepped through the sensor barriers, plain looking frames which
scanned her for weapons or chemical agents under the gaze of a small
group of burly looking suited men. She noted with her observational
training that there were more guards than usual and a number of men
loitering around corners were trying to conceal body armor and sub
machine guns. Clearly Earth was on a higher state of alert than it was
when she left and supposed it was a response to the Dilgar situation.
The receptionist could be heard informing somebody up the chain of
command that Jenny had arrived, and if the Director had cleared his
schedule to see her she guessed something must really be getting
serious.
Minutes later she had arrived on the fifth floor and was greeted by a
short man in a poor fitting suit. Jenny Sakai? he asked. She nodded
and he smiled, releasing some nerves. My names Morgan Clark, if
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She tailed the man, guessing by his slightly nervous disposition that
the man had never seen fieldwork and was somewhat intimidated by
her, perhaps because she was a field agent or just maybe because she
was female. He acted confident but she could tell he was confused and
conflicted. So you just got back from the field? he piped up by way
of conversation.
Thats right. She answered. A year long mission in the League. The
corridor was painted in beige tones with photographs of the various
directors and deputies of the EIA throughout the years nailed along the
wall.
Getting info on the Dilgar right?
Jenny continued walking without breaking pace or looking at him.
Now you know I cant tell you that.
Its fine, Im the one who handles reports from the Dilgar front. He
grinned. I put it into a format for the top brass to read, so it all comes
to me in the end.
Im sure it will. Jenny nodded. But Ive no comment to make and
you should talk about your job less. She spoke with a slight scorn, the
man seemed to be rather eager to impress her.
Right, I get it. Top secret huh? he smiled. So here we are. They
arrived at a set of doors and he activated the intercom. Jenny Sakai is
here sir.
Send her through. The message returned. Jenny had never met the
director before and was apprehensive though her training was more
than enough to mask those emotions. The doors buzzed and Clark
opened them and stepped though followed by Jenny. The place was
much dimmer than the hallway with no windows and rather faint light,
a projector lighting the wall behind the table was the brightest object
in the room. It was rested on a large table seating a dozen old and
dignified looking men and women wearing either expensive suits or
military blues and grays. There was probably more political clout in
this room than half the senate combined.
Agent Sakai, good to see you back. One of the men said in an
Australian accent, despite the gloom she noticed it was Director
Durban. If youd like to come up to the top of the table. He gestured
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She stepped forward and passed quietly around the seated dignitaries
feeling their eyes tracking her every move and trying to glean some
knowledge of her by her actions. She moved with deliberate calm and
stood by the projector, beside it she could see the data crystals
containing her report and selected data from the mission.
Thank you Mr Clark, close the door on your way out. Durban
instructed.
Way out? the man replied. But I thought as expert on the Dilgar I
would
Thank you Mr Clark, but Agent Sakai here is the real expert. Durban
cut him off. If Mr Brogan wants his intelligence he will have to wait
like the rest of the senate, now go.
Jenny guessed there was more going on between the two than she
knew off, but Clark rapidly hung his head and left, closing off the light
hallway behind. With the little man gone Jenny realized it was time to
start the briefing, and while she had diced with death an unnerving
amount of times recently facing these political heavy weights was
scary in a different way she was unprepared for. Hopefully she
wouldnt make a fool of herself and her natural calm would exert itself.
Anytime youre ready Agent Sakai. Durban said supportively.
She took a breath and centered on the room, not seeing the audience
as power brokers but just people with an interest. Ladies and
Gentlemen, I believe I have been as close to the Dilgar as any human
and I think we have cause for concern.
For the next two hours she gave her full story from the fall of Utriel to
the chaos of Tirrith and the escape from the headquarters of the
Warmaster. It was a most theatrical story but the dignitaries listened
calmly and patiently occasionally scribbling down a note or two into
their data pads. As she talked over the events it struck her exactly
how lucky they had all been, just one or two tiny miscalculations at
any point would have sent the whole team to their deaths. When she
got out of here she would probably be needing a serious drink and a
break from field work, at least for a little while.
I have arranged for a low level surveillance of the surviving members
of the Space Race crew, but it is unlikely they represent a security
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and possess nothing detrimental to us. And that concludes the report,
are there any questions?
As she expected there were quite a lot.
The Spectres you encounter, how would you rate them? asked
General Ben Dayan, commander of the Earth Force ground formations.
Id say their technology was at least on the level of the Centauri, the
stealth uniforms they wore hid them from light and IR based scans, Id
suggest audio or air displacement sensors would be the only sure ways
to detect them.
Agent Sakai had the presence of mind to rip some of the fabric from a
defeated Spectre. Durban said. Our boys are looking it over right
now, it looks like it emits quite a lot of radiation while in use, not very
healthy for the wearer and possibly another means of detecting it.
Besides the technology they were skilled in unarmed combat, I would
rank them as superior to all the alien special forces we have
knowledge off and superior to our Assault Ranger and Air mobile
brigades, but inferior to the SAS and SEAL units. Jenny concluded and
gained a nod from the thin soldier.
How about communication technology? a suited agent asked.
Well on the plus side they never cracked our codes. Jenny stated.
The data was untouched when we retrieved it with Private Garibaldis
help. We were also able to secure a small Dilgar personal computer
which we are analyzing to get a feel for the Dilgar coding system.
Once we break the computers encryption we will have a way in to
crack their military communication codes.
And your opinion of their fighters? General Denisov questioned.
Im no pilot General, but they seemed highly professional to me and
shared a number of doctrines with Earth force fighter command. They
operated in loose formations and made short work of the League
forces at Utriel and Tirrith. Our own Tiger class Starfuries were able to
hold off the Dilgar Thoruns while protecting the Persephone, but now
they know about us and have seen our craft in action they will learn
and adapt. It is my opinion that in an equal fight the Tiger fury will
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Then the new Nova development is most welcome. Denisov

commented referring to the new four engines Starfury design entering
service. Ill recommend an increase in production to the President and
suspension of the Tiger Fury lines.
But it looks like our warship design stood up pretty well. General
Dayan mentioned. If anything they proved even more useful against
the Dilgar as they did against the Narn.
Its some reassurance. Durban agreed. But we need to look at
developing tactics to meet and defeat anything the Dilgar can throw at
us.
This information gives us a lot to go on. Denisov said. But it would
help if we had more.
Im setting up a number of missions throughout League space.
Durban answered. Mostly low observablility satellites but I am
planning on sending one or two agents to critical locations on a
volunteer basis.
Sir, I would like to volunteer for a mission. Jenny said without
hesitation. With my experience I believe I could be a useful asset.
Durban smiled. Im sure you will Agent Sakai, but first you will take at
least a months light duties until you fully recover from your ordeal.
Thank you sir, but I am ready for a full mission.
Not yet Miss Sakai. Durban said more firmly. Your dedication is
commendable but you need a rest, those are orders.
Very well sir. She said without enthusiasm. She felt within her heart
a deep need to stall the Dilgar, she had seen firsthand what they did
to their victims and had to try and thwart them, not something she
could achieve stuck on Earth.
I know you have an interest in the Dilgar now, and Im sure we can
put you on a related project until you recover fully. Durban
considered. Just stay away from Morgan Clark, I believe he is passing
Intel to Secretary of State Brogan though we are having a hard time
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I understand sir. She said calmly, now doubly pleased she hadnt
talked to the nervous little man. Is that all sir?
Thats all Agent Sakai, good briefing.
Thank you sir, it was actually my first. She managed a smile, then
quickly headed for the door and emerged back into the hall, the
committee behind her already starting to discuss the implications of
her report. She had the knowledge now that her mission had been
worthwhile and that the men and women behind that door were
suitably motivated to make sure the Earth Alliance was ready for the
Dilgar, something most League races were still woefully unprepared
for. It was a weird feeling to understand that the Dilgar were gearing
up to tear apart the local galaxy and that the ones who were going to
be most affected were still in blissful ignorance choosing to believe the
Dilgar would be content wit their current conquests and would ignore
the next star system along. The Dilgar were conquerors, and they
would never be satisfied.
The League may not realize that, but thank fully Earth did and Jenny
could take pride in her role and give thanks to her old friends in the
Space Race and new friends in the 99th Regiment for making it
happen.
Mars, Earth Alliance space
The Afterburner Club.
Paul sipped back on a noxious selection of spirits, it might have been
pretending to be Whiskey but it sure wasnt. The club was pretty quiet
tonight, a few freight crewers were sat around the quiet tables
chatting and sharing stories, some of them looking his way as their
conversations invariably drifted to his supposed adventures. Paul didnt
care for conversation today, he was here on pure business and had
asked Jors and Toby to get lost for half an our while he handled the
next contract, hopefully one which would restore some of the losses
they had taken.
When the Space Race arrived in port towed by an Earth Alliance
warship it had literally stopped traffic, every vessel in range had
watched the diminutive freighter clamp on to the stationary
construction and repair yard run by the Belt Alliance while Paul and his
crew had been given shuttle passage to the dome with the soldiers of
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leaving the troops to go separate ways, theyd only been together for
less than a week but both groups had found a real friendship and
respect born from their struggle. They had eventually landed and
Garibaldis unit were ushered away in armored trucks back to their
base for a medical check up and debrief, but not before swearing to
meet for drinks on New Years eve a week from now.
The one person he would have invited for drinks before then was
Jenny. Hed been able to think a lot about her and the circumstances
surrounding what had happened and he had realized she hadnt really
been the cause of it all, it had been greed that almost destroyed them
and next time Paul would be more careful. He had plenty more
thoughts to dwell on about her, but they quickly faded as his business
contact arrived and walked over to his table.
Captain Calendar? he asked. Leo Vinetti, I represent the Belt
Alliance.
Take a seat, fancy a drink?
No thanks. The man waived the offer. Not on duty.
Paul allowed a half smile, Vinelli was small set no more than five and a
quarter feet tall or so with short dark hair and a precise nature. He
wore a suit but not particularly expensive and had pale skin despite his
apparent Italian background, a sure sign of a man who spent most of
his days in orbital yards of ships bereft of sunlight. In that case then
lets cut to the chase. He took a drink of his own potent brew.
Wed like to hire you in an advisory role. Vinelli stated. It would be
a short term contract while your freighter is laid up getting fixed.
An advisor? Paul said with amusement. Advising what exactly?
Advising us about the dangers of the Dilgar. Vinelli answered
seriously. We see them as a major threat to business.
Paul chuckled a little, he found it slightly amazing how every one
classified problems based on how it affected them. The Dilgar were
indeed a threat to business, mainly because they were systematically
exterminating the customers of the Belt Alliance trading network.
Vinelli didnt seem callous for judging the Dilgar on how they affected
the Belters, he was just doing his job for his executives. The Belt
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to a workers union but was run for the profit of its members and to
facilitate trade, shipping and mining across Earth space and more
recently beyond the borders. Created during the first years of mining
in the early twenty second century to provide mutual protection for
miners against pirates in the time before Earth had a united space
navy, the Belt Alliance had grown under the charter of the Earth
Alliance to be one of the most powerful organizations in human space.
They offered membership to every freight crew member from
independent ships like the Space Race right up to the massive multi
planetary fleets of huge industry, though Paul had never accepted the
offer or the cut of profits the Belters took.
It will be a short contract. Paul said. I can advise you right now how
to handle the Dilgar. He took a drink and smiled. You put as much
space as you can between them and you, and you dont look back.
Well thats one opinion, but we have a contract with Auricon and the
Brakiri government. Vinetti said. One we must honor. Auricon has
asked for you to be on a convoy they are preparing to send to Brakiri
space using our ships, you must have made an impression.
Paul frowned. Auricon? The guys who make PPG weapons?
The same. The Belt Alliance negotiator confirmed. Earth Gov
authorised the sale of weapons to our League allies, of which the
Markab and Brakiri are our closest partners. Auricon has set up a ten
ship convoy to head into Brakiri space and deliver eighty thousand
rifles to their homeworld, enough to equip a small army.
Youre sending ships to Brakir? Paul said flatly. Thats a very bad
idea.
Its two full jumps away from the Dilgar lines, we expect that if they
made a move wed have plenty of time to retreat.
Then youd be very wrong and then very dead. Paul said curtly. The
Dilgar will go through the Brakiri front line as if it wasnt there, Ive
seen them do it before and Ive seen them turning Tirrith into a
forward base. The Brakiri are next on the hit list Mr Vinetti and we do
not want to be a part of that.
Not even for five million credits? the man smiled.
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You wont be in any danger, were providing ten gunships and two
carriers as escort, its the strongest escort we can muster and our
defense ships outnumber freighters!
Well thats great, but with all due respect youre gunships will do
precisely jack against a Dilgar warship. I saw what these guys did to a
full on Earth force cruiser and it wasnt pretty.
Thats why we want you with the fleet. Vinetti emphasized. If you
spot trouble coming you can get our guys out of there.
I can spot trouble just sitting here! Paul laughed at the absurdity.
You will be walking into the path of a Dilgar invasion! Even if you
were escorted by the entire First fleet and every Dreadnought in Earth
force I wouldnt go back there!
Okay, youve been out there for a long time, but things are changing
around here and there is a fortune to be made. Vinetti tried to
convince Paul. Look at Auricon, do you know how much it costs to
hire twelve escort ships for a convoy? Its never happened before plus
they want to hire you for millions! That company has got money to
burn and its all thanks to the Dilgar.
This time Paul found himself caught by the negotiators story. What do
they have to do with it?
Think about it, Auricon is one of our biggest weapons companies and
it just announced a major contract to supply Earth Force with the
latest weapons and to ship massive amounts of ordnance to the
League. Its a build up, there hasnt been any official announcement
from the Government just a few comments about structuring our
forces and modernizing the military, but take a look at the papers.
Lets pretend Ive just got back from an Alien world where most of my
time was spent crawling over the ground so I didnt get captured and
tortured to death. Paul said with dripping sarcasm. We dont get ISN
or Universe Today in the middle of Dilgar territory, so enlighten me.
Right, Mitchell-Hyundyne just announced an undisclosed contract to
replace every fighter in Earth Force with their new Starfuries in just
three years, three years! Vinetti emphasized. From concept to full
implementation in three years, do you know how expensive a project
like that would be? The research costs alone will be in the tens of
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because of the Dilgar threat. Another example, look at Proxima home

to the biggest shipyards outside Earth orbit. The ship wright union just
announced a three fold increase in its members, they can now work
their ship yards around the clock building Dreadnoughts and cruisers,
top of the line warships. Vinetti counted off his fingers. Auricon for
guns, Mitchell Hyundyne for fighters, the Proxima yards for warships,
Tokomak for military grade power systems, even here on Mars
Vickers-Dynamics just took on more workers in their Tank factory. We
are in the middle of a military spending spree and when those
companies start throwing around money like Auricon is right now we
need to grab it. Once the politicians calm down the money will stop.
Youre still missing the fundamental point. Paul said. The bit where
we all get killed by a Dilgar raiding fleet.
Well try this. Vinetti said in a low voice. Your ship is in a Belt
Alliance owned dock waiting repairs. Now we can let you fix the ship
up to its original state or maybe we could see to it that some of our
more specialized equipment comes your way.
Specialized? Paul raised an eyebrow.
Like engines and power systems form our warship ranges. Vinetti
suggested. Additional armor, maybe even some interceptor cannons.
If I do this job for you?
Auricon really want you there, if you dont go they might scrap the
mission or entrust it to Earth Force, which means we lose a really big
pile of money. Fixing up your ship would be a small price to pay.
I could use some time to think about it. Paul stated. And talk to my
people.
The Convoy is set for January, let me know before then. Vinetti said.
If theres nothing else he stood.
One thing. Paul said halting Vinettis departure. Do you know the
Sakai family?
Yeah, Ive heard of them. Vinetti nodded. Theyre members, some
run freighters but most make their money doing surveys of resource
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Theyre an honest bunch. I mean they havent given you trouble?

As far as I know theyre model citizens. Why do you ask?
Just curious. Paul said. Met one of them a while ago, didnt quite
know what to ask of her.
Well theyre a good bunch. Let me know your decision before the New
Year, heres my card.
Paul took Vinettis card with a nod of thanks then let him go. He should
have ton it up then and there, but he didnt. He couldnt quite place
what it was but a big part of him was yelling in favor of this journey
and telling him to take the job. It wasnt for the money, and it wasnt
for the risk but he needed to go out there and make sure that convoy
got there and back safely. It was odd, he hadnt really felt a need to
take responsibility like that before and it wasnt something he could
truly deal with.
With a grunt he finished the drink before him and stood. He would ask
his crew and see what they thought, the modifications to their ship
were considerable bribes and had to be addressed. It was utterly
stupid to put himself in front of a Dilgar fleet, especially after last time,
but in his heart he knew hed already made his decision.
Elsewhere
The apartments themselves didnt have gardens, most were built on
top of each other like large grey construction blocks with a small
balcony and barely space for a window box. It was perhaps one of the
great disappointments of living on Mars and a result of the severe lack
of space inside the domes scattering the surface. Terra forming efforts
were underway to try and turn the weak Martian atmosphere into
something that would support life but even the most optimistic
scientists predicted it would take at least two centuries to work, if
ever. Until that time overcrowding and limited personal space were the
order of the day, only the wealthiest inhabitants like William Edgars
could afford garden space and greenery on Mars was rarer than gold.
But that didnt mean there were no gardens, Mars dome had a few
public parks which allowed its population to enjoy a little taste of Earth
for at least a few minutes amid the busy and bustling environment. A
few small trees from Earth and Proxima flourished in the haven and
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was occupied by a young looking raven haired beauty gazing across at

a young oak tree about seven feet tall. It was the same seat she had
occupied for weeks and so much so that she was as much a part of
this park now as the trees and flowers. However no one had spoken to
her, she had the air of a person who really wanted to be left alone with
her private thoughts and problems of which she appeared to have
many. Her great beauty was tinged by an even greater sadness, it was
a look which could have inspired the greatest of artists if any had
frequented the Parks of Mars and made any who saw her wonder what
could possibly have happened to this woman to give her such sadness
and grief.
Sophia Garibaldi raised her arm and checked her watch, she noted she
had about half an hour before Michael had to be picked up from school
and so returned to her silent vigil. She had found some measure of
peace here despite the sympathetic glances given to her by passers by
almost as if she were now a landmark, a statue dedicated to some
unknown tragedy. She had been told by the army officers to seek
some sort of counseling but there was no way that was going to
happen, Sophia was a strong person and adversity did nothing to
break her will, just her heart. She had to stay in control for her son
and sitting in a psychiatrists office blubbing wasnt going to help her
with that. She had a job, she had a son, she had all the reasons she
needed to go on even though it just wasnt the same. With a quiet sigh
she looked again at the oak.
On the tree was a small etching, a little piece of graffiti marring the
rare and precious bark. If any of the authorities had discovered who
and carved the marking into the tree there would be hell to pay, but
fortunately the fuming park warden remained none the wiser even
after more than a decade. It was a simple heart inscribed with the
letters S and A and had been left there as an eternal reminder of the
early days of Alfredo and Sophias romance. It was the main reason
why she was here, it was something permanent and a constant
reminder that at one time she and Alfredo had been together,
something she was beginning to understand would never happen
again.
She became aware of a figure taking a seat beside her on the bench.
She was in absolutely no mood for company and made no move or
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I guessed youd be here. The figure said in a male voice. We met on

that path just over there fourteen years ago. I remember it like
yesterday.
It took a moment for her mind to catch up, she was busy remembering
the moment before she questioned how this man had known. She
snapped her head sideways and saw a ghost.
I ran into a bit of trouble. Alfredo said. But itd take more than a
Dilgar fleet to keep me away from you and our son.
Sophia was utterly speechless, but words didnt matter. Nothing really
seemed to matter all that much now because what she had thought
was lost had just returned.
I promised Id be home for Christmas. He smiled widely and reached
out to her, and with the joy of someone who just received everything
they had ever wanted she fell into the embrace and just let go of her
emotions.
If an artist had been passing he would have been inspired in a
different way. While the pretty but sad woman on the bench would
have made a masterful painting, the scene now would never be
adequately portrayed in a still and lifeless medium. The artist would
simply have smiled with warmth and left them in the solitude they
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Chapter 26
Gorash system
Well we were looking for the Narns. Londo remarked. In a way this
should be a happy moment.
Then why am I not cheering? Urza replied. Ive often considered a
glorious death in battle, but Id like to put it off for a while.
As do I my friend, I suggest we move on to the second part of the
plan, the bit where we run away.
I couldnt agree more Londo, going to maximum power! Urza
increased speed. Were being jammed!
The two fighters piloted by the young noble men spun around and
raced back the way they had come with their engines burning at full
thrust. Their mission had been to find the suspected Narn fleet waiting
to move in and claim the system when the Centauri left, and sure
enough they had blundered onto it. They had been expecting a simple
garrison force of a few destroyers and a command ship which would
simply claim the system by being there, but instead had run into a full
military fleet of heavy cruisers and numerous escorts, almost an
invasion fleet. Unsurprisingly their sudden haste was a very smart
move as the two fighters had no chance of surviving a confrontation
with that force, their best hope was to pray they hadnt been spotted.
Hell! Mollari yelled. Were under weapons lock, Narn fighters
closing!
Increase speed. Urza ordered. We cant fight them, we must out run
them.
The Sentri fighters went to full burn, they had the basic thrust to
outrun just about anything in normal space, but it appeared the Narns
were not quite content to let the craft leave. A squadron of Gorith
medium weight fighters accelerated to catch Londo and Urza, they
were primitive craft made from salvaged Centauri technology, an
almost heretical design like all Narn vessels. Londo was aware of the
irony of being shot down by former Centauri particle cannons. The two
Sentris should have easily out run the Narns, but it seemed that their
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That whole fleet is moving. Urza noted. And some of it is following

us too close for comfort!
A series of green particle bolts flashed by and highlighted his point.
Where the hell did they get those from! Londo snapped. I will not be
killed by some unwashed Narn!
We underestimated their engines. Urza said with utter calm.
Someone must have helped them with the design.
Or perhaps they are using a new fuel, liquid hate! Londo yelled.
Only works against us, triple damned bastards! he screamed as if the
pursuing pilots would hear his abuse across the void.
Whatever the reason they are getting closer, even at full burn we
might not make it back to our lines.
Im not going to let them shoot me in the back. Londo snarled. If it
comes to it Ill face them head on.
As will I. Urza agreed. We die with the glint of our enemies steel in
our eyes. Both of them had vowed to give their lives and their honor
for the Republic, and if this was their time than so be it. They would
pass from the universe with glory, an image of the Centauri of old
unbowed and fearless against the terrors of space. It was to be a good
death.
But it wasnt destined to happen just yet. From ahead a wing of
Centauri fighters raced towards them and immediately fired on the
Narns, satisfied that they had been proven hostile. Londo had to
perform a quick evasive flip not to avoid the Narn fire but the over
zealous Centauri pilots attempting to rescue them. With a curse he
swept past within feet of the rookie pilot heading towards him and
angled in close to Urza. Behind them two Centauri craft were shattered
by incoming fire but not before the Narn squadron was all but
destroyed.
Damn rookies. Londo shook his head. More dangerous than the
Narn!
The Centauri house fleets used much the same technology as the
Republic at large and while ostensibly sworn to the Centaurum in truth
they answered to their sponsoring house. In the past this had caused
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influence and power, in fact the use of house fleets against each other
in civil war was one of the decisive factors in destroying the late great
Republic. Today the problem was less, the combined might of the
house forces was far smaller than the Emperors Royal Navy and any
notion of rebellion was swiftly crushed. Additionally house forces were
as a whole poorly trained and poorly led often becoming objects of
contempt for the professional fleets, although both House Mollari and
Jaddo prided themselves on the quality of their forces. While the Royal
Navy would steam roller the average house fleet Lord Jaddo and Lord
Mollari were gambling the primitive Narn would not. It was a hell of a
gamble.
The two fighters made it back to the gathering point for the main
fleets, three Primus battlecruisers held the centre of the formation, the
pride of House Mollari the Manta shaped vessels could outfight
anything their size known in the galaxy. The second component of the
force were the fast attack cruisers of House Jaddo, Demos class
destroyers with their birdlike beaks and distinctive crescent wings kept
station around the battlecruisers straining to be unleashed into vicious
slashing attacks on the awkward Narn ships. Backing up these
warships were the fast fighters of the fleet, mainly expensive and
capable Sentris which shared the crescent design so beloved of the
Centauri. It was a compact and powerful fleet which should have been
able to take on any force of equal numbers in the galaxy.
Unfortunately the Narns were not stupid enough to send an equal
force.
From around the systems moon they broke cover, eight full sized
assault cruisers armed to the teeth with Plasma weapons and
exceptional armor. The were slow and horrific when trying to
maneuver but that armor gave it enough survivability to slowly close
into firing range and unleash powerful short range volleys which ate
through the relatively weak Centauri ship structure. The Narn ships
had their huge and distinctive double hulls connected by a simple
command and control structure and surrounded by fighters, simple
and primitive but possessed of a hard brutality and sure purpose,
much like their crews. The Narn had also brought plenty of escorts
which shared the heavy armor of their larger cousins but equally poor
engines. They outnumbered the Centauri by over two to one and
seemed more than willing to fight, which suited Londo just fine.
I think its time we did something about these Narns. He said, his
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Perhaps we should join the attack squadrons? Urza replied with a

smile in his voice. Make sure they dont get lost on the way to
battle?
Londo laughed, a laugh born from pure excitement and a growing lack
of self control. He was rapidly letting go of his normal constraints,
things like conscience and a sense of responsibility all dropped away
taking his fear and his doubts with them. Londo wasnt a soldier, he
was a duelist living for the thrill of single combat with he and he alone
in charge of seizing his future with no reliance on a crew or a wing
man. Live or die, it would be a fate of his own making. Into battle!
he roared. For the Republic!
He brought his fighter around to face the Narn and accelerated, neat
crescents of fellow Centauri preceding him as the two forces closed.
There had been no communication, there was no need. Whatever
orders they had from the Emperor or from the Khari it was far too
late, they had seen each other and the mere sight had been enough to
stir old and passionate hatreds. Everything was consumed by that
hate, but while the Narn hatred for the Centauri was fiery and
devastating the Centauri hatred was cool and calculating. The crescent
ships remained under tight control keeping their formations while the
Narn drove forward with no thought other than reaching firing range.
When both sides met the Narn were a ragged mass of ships while the
Centauri were still in precise formation, except for Londo and Urza.
The Centauri squadrons cleared away everything in front of them, they
didnt even slow down but just pushed on at full speed racing through
exploding Narn craft. The Narn however did not care, they held on and
fired back, turning a number of Sentris into burning debris and in two
instances even ramming them head on destroying both craft. The Narn
had sworn revenge on the Centauri and sealed it in blood, to die
fighting the Centauri was a noble end and to take a few of the hated
aliens down with you was considered the mark of a true Narn hero.
Londo and Urza fell in behind the first wave of Centauri fighters,
enough Narn made it through to give them something to shoot at and
Londo lined up and fired on a Gorith which was locking weapons on to
him. Orange bolts slammed into the Narn craft first time and scattered
its components in a brief flash of flame. It wasnt the first fighter
Londo had destroyed, he had plenty of experience defending his house
realm from Raiders and Pirates, but this was his first Narn kill and it
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creatures like the Centauri or the Humans, or even the Orieni. They
were just brutal animals in need of extermination.
Dont get too close to the escorts. Urza warned as the main fleet
closed in. Stay with the fighters!
He and Londo looped around and fell onto the tail of a decimated
squadron of Narns heading for the house Jaddo attack ships. The Narn
took evasive action but it wasnt enough against the skilled twosome
who rapidly brought down four of the craft before they could
adequately respond. The Centauri and Narn fighter tactics were little
different to those of the League, all of them treated the tactics and
maneuvers as an extension of aerial combat where speed was king
and all craft had their main thrusters at the back on the centre line to
drive them forward. Neither race had made the abstract leap from
using modified aerial tactics to developing a new set of pure space
based moves to use in battle, in fact only the Dilgar and Humans had
embraced the idea of a pure space orientated fighter and set of tactics
and while radicals in the Republic were developing extreme High-G
combat turns similar to those seen among their human associates it
was still frowned upon by the establishment. Londo himself detested
all the stopping and starting hed seen human pilots perform, and
spinning like a top just seemed like a good way to get nausea. He used
his fighter like a sword, long curving and elegant strikes swiping
through space and cutting into the slower Narn craft with pinpoint
precision.
A massive wave of firepower washed past Londos fighter forcing him
to bank sharply around. The volley had come from one of the Narn
cruisers as it entered range and began engaging the main Centauri
line. The commanders had been under orders to let the Narn fire first,
and now that they had they retaliated with a hail of orange bolts. They
converged on the Narn cruiser and punched through its hull with
remarkable ease, each round possessing greater power and speed
than the best of the Narn firepower. The Cruiser quickly withered and
fell apart shedding hull sections like leaves before crackling to a halt
with gas and electrical discharges leaking from the former warship.
With the ball now firmly rolling the Centauri attack ships raced forward
in trios opening fire with guns and torpedoes against a flank of the
Narn fleet, slicing down escorts frigates in seconds. The Narn fighters
rushed to support their beleaguered comrades and drew the Centauri
with them, the intense dog fight continuing in the wakes of burning
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and ended up between a Narn escort and its cruiser. Plasma fire rose
up to intercept the ship burning through its light armor and blasting it
apart, the wreck spinning away in a trail of fire and debris. Two Narn
frigates were sliced to pieces by laser fire from a Battlecruiser which
then shredded a third with its ion and particle cannons. The Centauri
fleet was acting to cover each other and herd the Narns into the best
possible firing arcs while the Narn ships had lost coordination and
gotten to far ahead of themselves. The Centauri were simply cutting
down anything which got into range and making sure their attack ships
kept the Narn from concentrating their forces for a hammer strike.
Another Narn fighter was hit by Londos guns, the craft losing an
engine and spinning out of control at terrific speed. He edged to the
side to avoid the helpless craft and looked for a new target, none was
forthcoming.
What happened, is that it? he looked around for more Narn fighters.
So it appears. Urza chuckled. Were out of victims. We just get to sit
and watch the big ships work out their differences.
With a sigh Londo reduced the throttle and returned the fighter to
cruising speed, Urza forming up beside him on the edge of the battle.
They took their spectators position and observed the main event of the
battle as the surviving Narn heavy ships engaged House Mollaris
battle cruisers. The exchange of energy fire was terrific, and even
though most of the Narn fire missed due to rather primitive targeting
controls enough hit to scar the warships and cause heavy damage to
the leading Primus. But for every hit the Centauri took the Narns
suffered several, between the battlecruisers and the constant strafing
of Jaddos attack cruisers the Narn fleet was whittled away in a
constant flicker of explosions. It was a magnificent sight for a Centauri
and the scene was etching itself into Londos heart as a window on the
greatness of the Republic. Within five minutes the Narn fleet had been
ruined, the final ships making suicide runs on the battlecruisers but
never getting anywhere near thanks to the roving destroyers. The
lights flickered out and white hot metal cooled in the vacuum while
Londos grin broadened.
We did it, by the gods Urza we did it!
We saved Gorash from the Narn and kept it for the Republic! It is a
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Lets get back and open a vat of Brivari! Londo laughed. This
deserves a celebration!
They headed back for the flagship, its scorched hull still more or less
intact with the sure and certain knowledge that they would be heroes
of the Centauri Republic.
Mars
Afterburner club.
New Years eve 2230
You guys are just the best! John Bugs Malone gushed. You fellas,
you are Da man! Or Da men, just great! he swayed a little and was
quickly guided down to his chair be his squad mates with much
derision about not holding his liquor. As promised the crew of the
Space Race and survivors of Red Platoon from the 99th Regiments
Alpha company had met up to celebrate the new year and give some
thanks for not getting killed in the last one. Already Toby and a few of
the soldiers had enjoyed a little too much hospitality and were being
steadied and gently mocked by the rest of the party.
Ten minutes people! Garibaldi announced. Ten minutes until
midnight! Which was met by hearty cheers.
So what did you tell Vinetti? Jors spoke to Paul Calendar over the
cheers and improvised singing.
About the Brakiri job? Paul wondered. I took it.
Jors blinked a couple of times. You did what?
I took it, they wanted an advisor on their escort fleet and I said yes.
You guys can come too.
Are you actually registered as insane? Jors exclaimed. Youll be
heading two jumps away from a massed Dilgar fleet! Remember what
happened last time?
Course I remember! Think Ill ever forget? he snapped.
So why go and risk that again? The Dilgar arent massing that fleet
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Because we need the money and Ive worked into the deal that the
Space Race gets a full refit with military grade equipment. Paul
stated.
How the hell did you get that!
Dont ask, but well be doing one or two jobs for arms suppliers,
maybe pretty dangerous jobs.
And when did you decide this? Jors hissed.
Just this morning. Paul answered. The Race is mine, but you and
Toby have your own contracts. You dont have to come along, I need
to recruit a few more guys anyway.
Jors sighed. Let me think about it huh? Heading back out there isnt
something I want to decide on tonight. The big Swede managed a
grin. Especially after all these drinks.
Paul laughed a little. Sleep on it, the convoy isnt going for a week or
so yet.
Their attention was suddenly grabbed by a banging on the table as
Garibaldi stood. Ladies and Gentlemen, he said grandly. Chow
time!
There was a round of appreciative comments as Garibaldi revealed a
couple of cooking pots and plates of food. The party gathered around
and begun hungrily tucking into the selection.
I hear you are a pretty good cook. Paul mentioned as he walked up
beside Garibaldi.
Im not bad. He smiled. I made this stuff earlier today with the
family, kind of a tradition. Here, you want to try some of this.
Paul took some of the food and dipped it into a substance inside one of
the pots. A little tentatively he took a bite and was utterly amazed by
the taste.
Holy crap! he said before taking another bite. Oh man, that is
amazing!
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You should sell this stuff on the streets! Paul continued through
mouthfuls. Youd make a fortune!
Its not for sale, its an old family recipe, top secret. The soldier
grinned. I only make it on special occasions, and this counts.
This is just too good. Paul ate more. I mean Italian cooking is great
but this, I dont know how you manage it.
Its a tradition. Garibaldi said. The one thing all my family liked
doing was cooking, we all had that in common and we all bonded over
it. My Dad showed me how to make this years ago and this morning
my son and I made this together.
Well its exquisite. Paul said. How is your family?
Garibaldis smile grew noticeably wider. Theyre great, I cant tell you
what its like to be back. Christmas this year was just too much for
words man, I almost broke down a couple of times.
Paul drew himself away from the banquet. I guess its hard to adjust.
The army might teach you how to control your fear in battle, but its
got to come out sometime some how.
Its just like how can I be that lucky and that happy after all thats
happened? Garibaldi asked. You were there, you saw the shoot out
and the Dilgar soldiers going down around us. I watched some good
people die out there, and I found a whole town poisoned by those
bastards, kids smaller than my boy just murdered. How do you come
back from that?
You dont. Paul said quietly. You just have to learn to deal with it
and move on.
You know I never got to spend much time with Michael, my son.
Alfredo Garibaldi sighed a little. Now Ive been home a week and I
just dont know how to act with him. I cant tell him my stories
because itd scar hi for life, I cant even tell Sophia.
You dont have to, you just talk to us who went through it too. Paul
stated supportively. We all need to help out each other just like we
did back on the planet. My dad didnt spend much time with me either,
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speak much I never doubted his feelings for me. Kids are smart
Freddy, you just let your son set the pace.
Garibaldi had a bite of the delicious meal. This recipe has come down
through my family for centuries. Im not a rich man, if I died out there
my boy wouldnt inherit a fortune, or a big house, or anything much.
Weve never been rich, but weve always been close. This food, the
way to make it is the only thing I really have to pass on. Its my legacy
and I just want to make sure he understands it.
Of course he will. Paul patted his shoulder. You just need to be
yourself.
Hey you two! Bugs called. One minute!
Thanks. Garibaldi nodded sincerely. Come on, lets look forward
now, but remember the past. He picked up a glass. Friends, lets
have a toast. To the Sarge.
The Sarge. The assembled group replied.
And to Private Manilow. Bugs added.
Lieutenant Sanchez. Added Harlow.
And to Tkoth. Garibaldi pre-empted Pauls suggestion. Absent
friends. He raised his glass.
Absent Friends. The part intoned and drank well.
To absent friends, in memory still bright. A gentle voice added. The
group turned and immediately recognized the dark haired woman who
had joined them.
Jenny. Paul said quietly. I didnt think youd come.
I wasnt sure I was welcome, after everything. She spoke gently.
Of course youre welcome. Garibaldi welcomed her, the rest of the
group adding their agreement. You were right there with us, youve
more than earned the right.
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Somewhere towards the middle of Mars Dome the central clock began
to strike twelve, each strike of the bell accompanied by cheers from
across the city and the planet. Inside the club the party and fellow
patrons erupted in a great roar as one year passed and a new one
began with all the promise and danger that held. When the chimes
ended and drink began flowing anew the room began laughing once
again.
You should try some of this stuff Garibaldi made. Paul smiled at
Jenny. I swear youll never have better.
She took some of the offered food and paused. Are we okay?
Of course we are! he chuckled. I was an idiot and I was angry at
myself. You werent to blame and Im sorry.
You mean that? she pierced him with her intense eyes.
I mean it. He answered. hell wed all by lab rats if it wasnt for you,
aint that right Freddy?
Hell yeah! he contributed. Youre totally one of us, now try some of
my cooking!
She took a bite and the expression she had immediately changed.
Whoah.
We were right there with you. Paul grinned. I guess you arent here
for long, so lets just enjoy the party and not worry about anything
else.
Best idea Ive heard all week. She smiled. lets drink to us, the ones
who made it.
The soldiers and crew members took another drink to that. To life,
and to living it. She smiled and downed the shot of Vodka.
Yow, they teach you to drink like that in the army? Paul chuckled.
I picked it up from you guys. She smiled, a grin which Paul was
happy to return.
Outside singing filtered through, the traditional Scottish tune which
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in with gusto if little actual talent, but that wasnt important. They
were a close group despite their back grounds and they celebrated it.
They year ahead held surprises and terrors no one could predict, for
too many it was the last year of their lives and the year the Dilgar war
moved into full swing. But for the men and women in the Afterburner
those thoughts were a million miles away, for them the year was born
in song and wherever the future led the strength and comradeship
they had formed together would not be broken.
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Enjoying the story so far? Jhadur teased.
Perhaps not as much as your ego is. Neroon glared stonily back. So
far I have heard nothing I did not already know.
She laughed into her glass before taking another sip of alcohol. If
Neroon wanted to insult her that little laugh would really anger him,
which was fun. Clearly you werent paying attention. She said,
though from his intense stare as he spoke she knew he had been.
Or perhaps you are just wasting my time.
Shai Alyt Sineval didnt think so. She mentioned the name of the
Wind sword clan leader. We got on very well, we have plenty in
common.
Neroon bared his teeth. No Minbari has anything in common with a
murderous fiend like you. His words were edged in a warning, one
which Jhadur promptly ignored with wry amusement.
Such a prideful man. In my experience pride leads to disaster. She
stared keenly at him. What do you think of the Narn?
Excuse me? Neroon was a little taken aback by the change of
subject. What does that have to do
Humor me. She grinned. What do you think of the Narn?
He shrugged. They are primitive and brutal, but some in the Religious
caste have sympathy for their plight.
But the Minbari are better.

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Of course we are. Neroon answered as if by instinct.

And the Centauri? Are you better than them?
It is simple fact. Neroon nodded. We are older, wiser and more
powerful.
Im sure you say the same for the League. Jhadur received a nod in
answer. And the Dilgar?
We were certainly superior to your people. He sneered.
Except in the field of certain biological sciences. She spoke with a
glint in her eye. And Humans, you are better than them of course?
Of course.
So it seems the Minbari are better than everyone. Jhadur smiled.
We thought the exact same thing, we thought all the galaxy was filled
with potential slaves or simple vermin. We considered ourselves
better, and now our bones are scattered on a dead world. She took a
drink to build tension. I hope you will not suffer a similar fate for your
overconfidence.
Unlike you, we can protect ourselves.
Careful Alyt. Jhadur smiled wickedly. There is always somebody
bigger and nastier than you lurking in the dark places of the galaxy.
The Minbari ar enot the oldest race in the galaxy by a long way, just
hope that when the old ones begin to move you pick the right side.
What are you talking about now? Neroon asked with a huff.
Nothing, nothing at all. She chuckled to herself. So humans, did you
notice how that cruiser fought to the death?
In all our battles we have seen the same thing. Neroon smiled a
little. Every battle is to the death.
But you dont give the humans a choice, they must fight to the death
or just be killed helplessly. At Tirrith they did have a choice, and they
chose to stand and fight to protect the helpless even though they
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It was a foolish act.

It was magnificent. Jhadur licked her lips. You may be a warrior but
you do not understand the joy of battle and the thrill of death. To
witness such nobility is breathtaking, and to crush it in person is the
most incredible feeling of power imaginable. She chuckled. You will
feel it soon Neroon, the conquerors affliction for destroying the weak
despite your lofty ideals, you will become murderers just like us. Until
someone bigger comes along and does the same to you.
This speculation is tiring. Why dont you stick to the facts?
As you wish. The woman known as Death Walker nodded. Though
Sineval did so enjoy these little conversations.
Facts. Neroon said harshly. Unless you would like to visit the Drazi
homeworld?
Not just yet. She grinned. So we come to the Earth year 2231, so
far we had been concerned with securing our borders and establishing
forward resource bases. With every route into Dilgar space secure and
the Abbai and Drazi military held back we were able to proceed with
the primary objective of the war. We had to find a new homeworld and
make sure no race within fifty light years was in a position to attack it.
The humans called this year The opening of the Seventh seal which
actually has quite an interesting history to it.
Which Im sure youll explain in boring detail just to listen to the
sound of your own voice. Neroon jeered. Very well, continue.
Jhadur settled down, well aware that despite his crabbiness Neroon
was fascinated by the tale just as Sineval had been. She had always
been able to use her Charisma to maneuver people into helping her
and was confident she already had Sineval in her pocket, with Neroon
too her power could only increase.
So then, why dont we continue?

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Chapter 27
Brakiri border, January 2231
Patrol in the Comac system was long held to be a deeply boring job
amongst the commercial military of the Brakiri, it was an uninteresting
sector bordered by uninteresting worlds with nothing that could be
considered worthy of the time of a real military officer. The posting
was often given to rookie recruits or proven incompetents in the hope
they wouldnt be able to do much damage here. In the last month
things had changed dramatically, when Tirrith fell all of a sudden
Comac wasnt just a stop off for trade it quickly became the front line
between Brakiri and Dilgar, a line with a lot more Dilgar ships arrayed
upon it. To their credit the Krona had responded quickly and deployed
a sizeable fleet to the border with a huge reserve force on constant
alert to move from homeworld to the expected battle. Nobody in the
military was kidding themselves about war with the Dilgar, the
politicians could worry and debate but even the lowliest crew member
knew the Dilgar were going to be coming for them.
It was no surprise when the first scout ships left hyperspace and
began quick scans of the colony and its defenses, the Dilgar vessels
keeping their distance and avoiding the Brakiri fighter picquets. When
they were approached the scouts fled and sector command had little
choice but to let them return home with their data, in fact sector
command was quite happy to allow it. The Dilgar were cunning
warriors and had proven more than a match for the Abbai and Drazi,
however they were now about to engage Brakiri and that was a very
different set of circumstances. The Abbai were advanced but made
poor warriors, while the Drazi were brave but un coordinated, factors
which the Dilgar exploited and the Brakiri admiralty took notice of. The
Brakiri fleet had a high degree of centralized command and control
meaning it would act as one fluid unit designed to support each other.
Warships and fighters would work in mutually supporting squadrons to
drive forward and strike the aggressors with powerful long range
weapons. Their speed of reaction and overwhelming show of force
would crush the Dilgar and force them to retreat and sue for peace at
which point the Brakiri could secure the freedom of the captured
League worlds single handed. For a price of course. It was a beautiful
theory, but nothing more than that.
In truth that model was a mess, it had all the components of a
formidable war machine but they were left unassembled by petty
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had sold secrets to the Dilgar had soured the companys reputation
and driven a wedge between them and Ak-Habil, the other great space
faring company. In practical terms this meant the main carrier and
fighter units of the Brakiri navy operated exclusively by Ly-Nakir would
not take orders or indeed go anywhere near the fleet warships of AkHabil, thus stripping the Brakiri forces of their organic fighter support
and splitting the chain of command. Rather than one fluid fleet the
Brakiri were saddled with two powerful but highly flawed forces which
a half intelligent opponent would happily exploit. The Dilgar would
have a field day if they attacked before a compromise was reached.
The government, Naval command and the directors of the affected
companies were working around the clock to repair relations and
convince the big corporations that their feud and profit margins were
less important than the safety of their race. They had been making
progress when reports of the scout ships had arrived and both parties
immediately stormed out and readied for war, each convinced they
could take the Dilgar threat alone. The Admirals were less convinced,
but offered up prayers to the deities and prepared themselves for the
worst. They were not to be disappointed.
Commander Tuscol Rolan was the first officer to pick up the
hyperspace distortions, a whole wall of jump points opening up in the
middle of the system beyond the range of the mines and planetary
defenses, what few there were. The sensors registered thousands of
ships of a wide variety including a few hundred large capital ships,
clearly an invasion force. No warning was given, no ultimatum or
declaration of war, the Dilgar just showed up and prepared to engage.
Comms, get a message to homeworld, the Dilgar are coming. Rolan
said calmly betraying no emotion. Helm, pull us back to the main
defensive line and await further orders. Despite the confusion
between fleets the ships had Comac had very specific orders, the first
of which was not to engage the Dilgar without help. Sound action
stations and ready for battle.
Dilgar Dreadnought Deathwalker
The warship was performing much to her satisfaction and Warmaster
Jhadur was tingling at the thought her testing it in combat. The
Deathwalker had been named by her specifically to strike terror into
the Brakiri when they saw it, the perfect psychological weapon it was
painted gloss black and blood red and signalled to the galaxy that the
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formidable battleship in its own right with an increased weapons fit

compared to the basic Mishakur class dreadnoughts used as command
ships for the navy. Inside it held a number of science labs so Jhadur
could now conduct her research and experiments while on campaign
and a greatly improved sensor suite. However the most notable
difference was the addition of two mass drivers on the ships
underside, as bold a statement as she could imagine that this ship was
born to live up to its ominous name.
Brakiri forces retreating. Confirmed Captain Anjash. The white
haired officer was keeping her battle lust firmly in check and running
the warship with the cold efficiency Jhadur had chosen her for. They
are gathering closer to the planet.
Standard defensive line. Jhadur noted. Advance slowly, give them
time to spring their brilliant trap.
Jhadur was approaching this situation cautiously, at its best the
Brakiri fleet was the closest thing to the professional Dilgar navy which
the League possessed and was considered by many Warmasters to be
the greatest test of the invasion. A Brakiri warship was larger, better
armored and more advanced than even the biggest Dilgar cruiser, they
also operated advanced gravitic weapons and often shields which far
outstripped anything Jhadur could bring to battle. But warfare was
about more than weapons, and if Jhadur made sure the Brakiri
advantages were useless then it didnt matter how advanced their
ships were, the Brakiri would be just another conquest.
Their trap Warmaster? Anjash queried.
Their trap. She smiled knowingly. A week ago the Brakiri moved the
lions share of their fleet away from their homeworld and into
hyperspace, it hasnt been seen since. I think its out there waiting in
reserve until we attacked here or the other colony at Ekalta.
As if on cue a series of jump points opened up near to the Brakiri fleet
and a huge fleet emerged, stately green and yellow warships gliding
through the blue maelstrom and assuming combat positions in front of
the threatened planet. Straight away Jhadur noticed their fractured
deployment and the lack of mutual support between carriers and ships
of the line. The Brakiri force was formidable but the battle was already
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Well begin the battle there, on the right flank. Jhadur pointed to the
blocks of tall Avioki cruisers. Send in Thorun wings four to twenty
with orders to pick off key systems. The rest of the fleet will continue
to advance slowly into range.
As you wish Warmaster.
Waves of fighters launched from the Dilgar fleet and roared out to do
battle. They formed into the now famous inverted V formation and set
course for the heavy warships. The Brakiri held their line and armed
their weapons systems determined to form a solid barrier the Dilgar
would not cross. Their enemy moved slowly in a very simplistic
formation which would be very easy to engage, and more than one
Brakiri officer scoffed at the reputation of the fabled Dilgar
Warmasters. This battle would be a walk over.
Brakiri cruiser Anarel
Commander Rolan took his assigned position within the battle lines
commanded by Admiral Dokan and joined his fellow employees of AkHabil. It was an awesome sight to see so many majestic warships
assembled for this battle, the greatest concentration of Brakiri might in
history. After the fall of the Abbai Rolan had expected this day would
come and had often wondered how he might feel when brought face to
face with the Dilgar, and he had expected to be either very brave of
more likely very scared. In truth he felt nothing, almost a complete
sense of detachment as the Dilgar fighters rushed closer and closer.
Thats a lot of hostiles. First officer Remik observed. Real lot.
Correct, but we still outnumber them. Rolan replied confidently. The
Brakiri force did indeed outnumber the Dilgar attack force and
explained why the enemy were moving so slowly, they were clearly
quite scared. Any fresh orders?
No Commander, we are still to hold our position and protect the
colony.
Rolan nodded. In that case activate defensive guns and prepare to
receive fighters.
The ship did not require dimmed lights or wailing sirens to warn the
crew to battlestations, in total silence they locked their weapons on to
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first shot but to respond with overwhelming force the second the
Dilgar fighters engaged. The whole thing seemed to be moving with
alarming speed and Rolans mind was still quietly processing the
arrival of the Dilgar fleet when the leading fighters began to attack.
The Thoruns pounded the ship in front of Rolans command and a
series of explosions flashed on its hull from energy bolts and missiles.
The hull seemed to withstand the opening strike but there was no
sense in waiting for a second run, every vessel in range opened fire
with its secondary guns sending bright orbs of energy into the Dilgar
formations. The fleet was set up in a strong defensive wall able to
cover each other from attacks such as these, they set up pre defined
crossfires in the space between ships and lashed out as the Thoruns
were channeled between the green warships.
Fighters exploded and pilots died, the Dilgar were not known for their
compassion and that extended to their own pilots with the concept of
an ejection system little more than an idea to be laughed at. At such
close range the Brakiri weapons were devastating but rather than fall
back the fighters got closer, braving the storm of energy fire and
trying to reach point blank range with the fleet.
Two more Thoruns down. Remik stated. Incoming fire.
Rolan held on as the ship jolted a little, a pair of low yield nuclear
missiles hitting somewhere on the outer hull. Where are the Dilgar
warships?
Still beyond weapons range.
They arent moving to support their fighters? Why? Rolan frowned.
Why send in fighters without warship support?
Dont know sir, but weve got a lot of fighters heading our way.
Remik reminded.
Maintain fire, try and single out missile armed craft first.
The Thoruns weaved between the Brakiri, dodging through the
explosions and fractured debris of their predecessors as they closed on
the warships. The closer they got the harder the Brakiri found it to
adequately target the whizzing fighters, their gun tracker units were
having a hard time adjusting fire as the craft came closer and closer.
One of Rolans bursts was aimed squarely at a Thorun, as it was fired
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particle bolts plinking off the armor around the anti fighter gun turret.
Large numbers of fighters were evading the guns as the range closed
and were able to start pecking away at the vast cruisers, knocking out
vulnerable systems like targeting sensors and gun barrels with
pinpoint attacks. The Brakiri had always expected enemy fighters to
launch strafing runs and then swing around for another pass, but the
Dilgar fighters slowed right down and held themselves almost
stationary alongside a cruiser under its gun arcs slowly rendering the
ship combat ineffective. The massive warships found themselves with
no defense against this new way of attacking with fighters and needed
help.
Picking up comms traffic from the flagship. Remik spoke up. The
Admiral is demanding fighter support.
Rolan knew that would work, in a straight fight the Brakiri light weight
Falkosi fighters would be massacred by the Thoruns, but right now
those Dilgar craft were sat almost stationary picking off warship
systems, the Brakiri fighters could get the drop on them and destroy a
significant amount of the Dilgar strike wings. Any response?
Not good. Remik grimaced. The commander of the Carrier fleets is
refusing to put his fighters under our Admirals command. He claim
corporate rivalry and believes its a trick to destroy Ly-Nakir assets.
Thats insane! Rolan snapped. Cant they see we need them! he
pointed to a display showing a cruiser blazing from a hundred tiny
holes spinning slowly out of formation. This is real!
The Admiral is telling them the same thing. Remik looked desperate
as he listened to the heated conversation. But the Ly-Nakir guy is
sending his fighters to hit the Dilgar fleet first.
Sounds like a big mistake.
Probably more to do with earning glory for his company than
executing a well thought out plan, hes just copying the Dilgar. Remik
suggested. Either way our fighter support just set off towards the
Dilgar line.
Heavens help the,. Rolan intoned, the pilots were from a rival
company but were still Brakiri, which to him was more important.
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They might make it. Remik said with false hope, the ship shuddering
from a direct hit.
Maybe, but I want the jump engines charged just in case, this doesnt
look good.
Dreadnought Deathwalker
Eager little people arent they? Jhadur remarked, the tactical screen
filling with incoming fighters. This could be tricky.
While the main Brakiri fighter force consisted of small units there were
a number of heavier strike fighters in their ranks which could prove
harmful to the ships of her fleet. Both types of fighters would be quick
kills for the superior Dilgar craft but with two thirds of her fighters
strafing the Brakiri battle line the remaining Thoruns were going to be
outnumbered. If she recalled her strike wings it may entice the Brakiri
fleet forward, which she didnt need just yet so it would be up to the
remaining fighters escorting her fleet and the rapid fire pulsar cannons
on the ships themselves.
Hold our formation. She said. Thorun units will attack the Brakiri
strike craft only, ignore the lighter fighters.
It was a risk, but she was still confident the battle was hers for the
taking, and the mere fact these fighters were heading her way and not
acting in support of the other Brakiri units told her the enemy was
divided and ready to be conquered. All she needed to do was take her
time and let discord work its magic in the Brakiri chain of command.
Thorun fighters met the Brakiri halfway, driving like a hammered nail
through the screen of interceptors and boring towards the Strike craft.
The meeting of the two forces filled space with fleeing souls as both
sides lost warplanes by the dozen though the advantage remained
firmly with the Dilgar fighters. Burning debris scattered in the path of
the Dilgar attack, rapidly cooling and smouldering metal of grey or
green giving the only clue to whom the craft had once belonged to.
With single minded fury the Thoruns laid into the Pikitos class strike
craft and ran circles around the Brakiri, literally spinning off axis to
keep their noses and guns on target tearing up the sluggish craft. The
Brakiri kept stoically on course and soon entered firing range of the
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Common mistake. Jhadur said. Those Brakiri fighters should have

broken off to engage our Thoruns in a dogfight where they might have
had success, instead they are coming in to strafe us where their weak
guns will be less than useless.
They are in range. Anjash stated calmly.
Destroy them all. The Warmaster ordered. And look out for escape
capsules, been a while since I met a Brakiri. She spoke with relish,
the new mobile labs needed a thorough test.
Brakir, Homeworld of the Brakiri Sydicracy
The emergency assembly had been long expected by Limak Brocat,
former ambassador to the Tirrith assembly of the League. When the
summons came he didnt have to read the attached video report to
understand that war had arrived on the Brakiri doorstep. He had
argued in favor of helping the Abbai months ago when all this started,
and now his own people were facing Dilgar aggression. He stormed up
the stone steps and entered the building housing the Brakiri style of
government, an assembly of the CEOs of the two hundred largest
corporations on Brakir. It was an ancient and stratified mode of
government which had served well in the past but its own view of
enlightened self interest had proven to be its downfall in this matter.
Brocat could only hope it wasnt a literal downfall which awaited them
all.
Honored business colleagues, the speaker had already begun as
Brocat took his seat near the front of the chamber, his personal wealth
and success in the mining industry giving him huge influence. We are
at war with the Dilgar.
The room erupted in a muffled roar of exclamation and accusation,
Brocat merely sat still and said nothing. Hed seen this coming and
was grateful the military commanders had too.
We have planned for this! The Speaker yelled over the room.
Already our fleets are fighting them on the border at Comac, they are
holding them steady and preparing to counter attack!
That made Brocat pay a little more attention. He knew the military had
a contingency plan but not that it had been put into place so fast,
especially with the recent arguments between the military
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against an enemy as skilled as the Dilgar but at least they had not
been caught flat footed.
The door at the back of the room burst open and an exhausted aide
staggered forward, it looked like he had run across the whole city
though in truth it had just been the neighboring building. The
Dilgar he gasped. Theyre across the border!
He received a number of superior looks from the assembled directors.
Yes, we know. One of them said with a syrup like voice. We are
fighting them at Comac.
Comac? the man winced. No, theyre over the border at Ekalta!
You should get your facts straight. The director began but was
interrupted by Brocat standing up.
What have you heard about Ekalta? Speak quickly.
A Dilgar fleet crossed the border a couple of hours ago, we ad next to
nothing in the system, our guard fleets all went to Comac. He relayed
his story. We received a distress signal and some sensor information,
then it all went black.
The room was suddenly completely silent, with Ekalta gone the Dilgar
had a clear path to the homeworld itself. Disturbing as that was it was
even more worrying to the assembled leaders because virtually the
entire home defense fleet was at Comac getting pinned down by a
feint attack.
They tricked us. Brocat shook his head. It was all an elaborate
bluff.
No. Brocats fellow ambassador Alri Norila said forcefully. It isnt a
trick, intelligence confirms the attack on Comac is being led by
Warmaster Jhadur herself! It must be a real attack!
Its a bluff. Brocat repeated. What are we going to do?
They wouldnt have their best commander lead a feint!
Brocat spun on Norila with a snarl. Well they just did! They probably
sent their best because they knew it would make the trap juicier for
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But Jhadur.
She is a Warmaster and obeys her orders, hell she probably came up
with the plan! Brocat grimaced. Comets tail, weve been out done on
this one.
We need the fleet back here. The Speaker announced.
And abandon Comac? a politician shouted. My firm has major
holdings on Comac, it must be defended!
Not at the expense of homeworld. Norilas sense of self preservation
kicked in. Get the ships back!
It isnt that easy though. Brocat found himself remaining calm and
easily accepting the unfolding disaster. The fleet has to disengage
itself from the Dilgar first, if they run theyll be cut to pieces.
Well they need to get back here, were helpless! Norila yelled.
If I were you representative, Id get my affairs in order. Brocat
looked to him and the now eerily silent hall. He had the right to tell
them all he had predicted this war and more preparations should have
been taken to defend themselves, but it was pointless now and far too
late. And perhaps say a prayer to the ancestors that you die in the
bombardment and not the invasion itself.
Comac system.
The day was going rather well for Jhadur, despite nuisance attacks
from Brakiri fighters her fleet was more or less intact and fighter
losses were lighter than expected. The Brakiri were still arguing over
the best way to attack and their formidable force was wasting away
before her eyes. She would enjoy destroying it when the moment
arrived.
Warmaster, incoming transmission. Anjash informed her. Highest
priority.
Let me see it. She ordered, and was immediately glad to see the
familiar face of her brother. Warmaster Shadur, you bring good
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Very good Sister. He beamed. The line is breached and we are

ready to move to the Brakos system itself.
Outstanding. She grinned. Losses?
Virtually none. The fellow Warmaster stated. We move with our full
force.
Understand, proceed at once and level the Brakiri homeworld, I will
make sure this fleet resembles nothing more than scattered rabble
limping home.
Just in time to see my ships turning their ball of dust into a
wasteland. Shadur considered the idea with particular satisfaction.
Its already a wasteland. Jhadur snarled. No use for our people,
sooner or later the Brakiri would turn it to lifeless desert anyway, just
help them along.
A pleasure. He nodded. See you at Brakos.
All in good time. Jhadur returned the acknowledgement. Good luck,
and watch out for surprises.
I still have your lectures ringing in my ears. He chuckled. Victory.
Victory. She repeated, then ended the transmission. Well that went
rather well.
The Brakiri are doomed. Anjash observed.
Only if we make it happen. The Warmaster added. Weve kept them
busy long enough, now lets finish it. Form up the fleet in loose
Pentacan formations, dont bunch together and stay mobile. Were
faster and more agile than the Brakiri, use that advantage.
Issuing orders.
Concentrate on the far Brakiri flank. Jhadur directed. Take out the
carriers first. She smiled coldly. If only the Brakiri had put aside their
differences and embraced combined arms they might just have made
this battle difficult.
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The ships on both sides of the Anarel were stripped of their heavy
guns and heavily damaged on the surface. The Dilgar fighters had
made good their opportunity and many of the most powerful ships in
the fleet were disarmed and little more than mobile shields for the still
operational vessels. Commander Rolans ship was also looking in a
poor state with numerous hull breaches and damage to the targeting
systems, fleet command had ordered a closer defensive formation
which had helped for a while but the Dilgar pilots were getting bold
again, sweeping in despite the intense defensive fire. It was reaching
the point where destroying the Dilgar fighters meant shooting so close
to the neighboring ship there was more chance of hitting it that the
offending Thorun. After the mounting damage fleet command
considered this acceptable.
Theyre on the move. Remik warned.
The main fleet? Rolan asked, keeping his nerves well buried.
Confirmed, theyre going for the carriers.
The Brakiri were rightfully prideful of their carriers, one of the few
races who built very large ships from the ground up with the sole
purpose of moving smaller craft into battle. The primary large carrier
was called the Deveskar class and performed very well in its given
role, however without its fighters and without adequate warship escort
these great ships were extremely vulnerable, a position they suddenly
found themselves in as the Dilgar line dispersed like a black cloud and
began advancing their way. Immediate distress calls filled the
airwaves as the carriers began to retreat, their few light escorts
offering battle to the Dilgar with little hope of survival.
Theyre going to get massacred. Rolan observed darkly.
They want our help. Remik added. But after they refused to help us
Ill be surprised if the Admiral sends us into battle for them.
In the distance tiny lights showed the Dilgar fleet opening fire, the
distant light show giving no hint at the true violence going on far out
there. Corporate policies had always angered Rolan but before now the
great companies had at least set aside their differences in the service
of their people. The recent scandal had been so great it had split them
at the hour when they most needed cooperation. As he thought about
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evidence and accusations probably originated from the Dilgar. His

growing anger was truncated by officer Remik.
Were ordered to attack! he said with half joy and half terror. The
fleet will close on the Dilgar flank and relieve the carriers!
Thatll do. Rolan gave a menacing grin, relieved to be able to do
something more than sit tight and endure the attacks. Bring engines
online, weapons status?
Main weapons operational. Remik checked his console. Some
damage to coolant systems but we should be fine.
Lock on to the nearest ship, hold our formation and hope we finally
get some fighter cover.
The closest Deveskar class carrier fell apart with just a few seconds
concentrated fire, its own weapons barely touching the Deathwalker.
Jhadur normally preferred to stay outside the actual battle but she
simply could not resist testing her new flagship and so far it was
performing admirably. Its crew were veteran warriors made up from
those ships damaged and destroyed in battle, men and women who
had not died with their comrades and as a result had something to
prove. The Dilgar demanded death or victory and Jhadurs crew had
neither which made them incredibly motivated. The Brakiri flank was
crumbling when the tactical systems alerted her to the change in
battle.
Ahh, I was hoping theyd make a move. Jhadur focused on the
Brakiri warships altering course and assuming an attack position. I
believed theyd either run or hold position, but now they attack. For
that I respect them.
Captain Anjash made no comment, she respected only other Dilgar.
Orders Warmaster?
First fleet will continue to engage the carriers, we will deal with the
main fleet itself. Jhadur felt her blood rising from her heart at the
concept of a real battle. Bring us about, fourth fleet will lead, second
and third will try and turn their planet side flank. Well take them
straight down the middle and give them something to shoot at while
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Jhadur leaned a little as the dreadnought spun around to face the new
threat, her strike fleet disengaging from the battle with instant speed
and precision which gave her a feeling of pride. Her ships were drilled
to perfection and could execute any action in the book with total
practiced skill. They formed a jagged line and completely ignored the
carriers and escorts now behind them, a portion of the Warmasters
fleet proving quite sufficient to destroy them. The force ahead was
more concerning, in pure numbers they out numbered the Dilgar but
after the constant fighter strikes many Brakiri cruisers were operating
below combat effectiveness with a number of weapons disabled. In
real terms the Dilgar had more weapons than the Brakiri despite
inferior numbers and Jhadur was hoping to surround the enemy fleet
and bury it in fire and wreckage.
Enemy are firing. Anjash said, and moments later three of the
leading warships detonated under intense fire, their armor punched
through by Brakiri weapons. Jhadur held a calm expression but inside
was grimacing. Shed predicted what Brakiri weapons could do to her
ships, but just because it was expected didnt make it any less painful
to watch.
Return fire once we reach range.
It took another volley from the Brakiri and a few more losses before
the Dilgar entered effective range, at that point the line opened fire in
unison and drenched the Brakiri in energy weapons. The attack was
not as terrible as it could have been, the heavy Brakiri armor served
them well and many ships survived the strike, but many did not and
newly broken wrecks blocked the path of the second wave, forcing
them around the black corpses of their sister ships.
Close the range. Jhadur spoke quietly. I want our ships in and
amongst the Brakiri, like Leopards amid a herd.
The Dilgar cruisers did not slow down, they took a further two volleys
of Brakiri fire answering at a faster rate with their own guns and then
reached the battle lines. More than one damaged Dilgar ship ploughed
into the bow of a Brakiri cruiser in titanic explosions while the rest
used their agility and smaller size to weave between the rigid lines of
warships. Jhadurs heavy escorts led the way tearing holes in the
flanks of the Brakiri cruisers and ripping away the tall fins and flowing
gun ports. The heavy Brakiri weapons were fixed forward and once the
Dilgar were inside the formation it became very hard for them to be
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would allow a Brakiri to track and lock on to him, in which case he got
what he deserved.
Flanking forces moving into position. Anjash reported.
Very well. The Warmaster nodded. Make sure this battle sends a
message to the League loud and clear. We will not be beaten.
Rolan slid across the floor as the Anarel was physically pushed
sideways by a laser hit, he could imagine the red beam tracing a black
scar on his ship bursting windows and emptying out the atmosphere
and crew in a gush of fire. It left him angry and helpless. Return fire!
Trying Commander! Remik yelled. Its hard to get a clean shot!
To emphasize his point a Dilgar destroy flashed past the bow, the slow
arming Brakiri Gravitic lances werent even ready to fire yet, and the
enemy ship put another volley of fire into the weakened hull. The ship
groaned and protested, the structure was buckling and couldnt take a
whole lot more punishment. She shuddered as the guns finally spoke,
clipping a Dilgar cruiser but inflicting disappointingly little damage.
Thorun fighters were still harassing them but it all seemed far less
important now the two sets of warships had joined battle, and Rolan
wanted to do his part.
This isnt good. Remik said. I think there are Dilgar ships between
us and the planet.
Can you get confirmation?
The entire ship jolted, lights blacked out and an ear splitting roar
deafened the bridge crew. Rolan found himself sprawled on the floor
pushed down by crippling G forces as the ship seemed to tear itself
apart around him in the blackness. His heart was beating so fast it
actually hurt and the blackness coupled with the roar of breaking
metal sent his every sense into free fall. It took a full ten seconds for
him to notice the sound had stopped and the ship was recovering.
Computers blinked back on and shortly after so did the lights. What
the hell? he spluttered.
We got hit from the flanks, the Dilgar are on both sides of the fleet
and ahead. Remik coughed a little, the air was tasting coppery due to
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destroyed. Engines at twenty percent capacity, Id guess weve lost

most of our drive system and fins.
The Anarel must have looked a truly sad sight from the outside, it
looked bad enough on the bridge with walls blackened and a structural
support bisecting the room. Can we still fight? the Commander
asked.
Only if the Dilgar stop long enough for us to hit something. Which
wasnt likely to happen.
Whats wrong with the sensors? Rolan noticed. Were not getting
more than short rangs scans?
Thats whats wrong sir. Remik pointed to the visual display, it was a
solid image of fractured Brakiri ships. That volley which hit us wiped
out everything around us. I guess the wrecks gave us sort of a shield.
Poor guys.
Coming face to face with so many destroyed ships tripped something
in Rolan. He knew right then that the battle was lost. What about
jump engines?
They got pretty shook up, itll be a risk activating them. Jump
engines were notoriously delicate and even a slight imbalance within
the system could be devastating when the extreme energies needed
for vortex creation were channeled though them, battle damage to the
engines usually meant a vessel would have to use a fixed gate or
gamble with the lives of its crew.
Bring them up to full charge, be ready to get out of here if
Priority message. Remik suddenly received a signal on his shattered
console, Rolan already knew what it would say. Its a withdraw order!
Straight from the Admiral!
Commander Rolans relief was palpable. Can we make the gate?
I really dont think so, about four hundred Dilgar ships in the way.
Then I guess well have to risk the jump engines. He spoke with false
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The Anarel moved laboriously away from the wreckage of its fellow
ships, debris banging against its hull along the way. The Brakiri fleet
was splitting up so the jump points they opened would not interfere
with each other, opening a jump point right on top of another was
usually a very bad thing. As the fleet dispersed the Dilgar pressed the
attack, isolating and destroy ships unlucky enough to be too close to
their lines. Thorun fighters strafed the engines and power relays to try
and disrupt the escape and long range fire lashed the green warships.
Jump points sprang open removing five Dilgar warships too slow or
stubborn to clear the way, the vast energies tearing through the
warships with no hindrance. Unfortunately a number of Brakiri ships
had been unable to properly contain the energies and bright explosions
dotted space between the fleet as wounded ships failed in their
gamble.
Jump engines powered up. Officer Remik spoke with intense
apprehension. After seeing ships with less damage lose containment of
the jump engines he wasnt holding out much hope. Activating now.
He closed his eyes tight shut and activated the control.
The lights flickered as power was shunted through the ship, suddenly a
power line sparked and ruptured at the rear of the bridge spraying
electrical energy for a moment before emergency systems shut it
down. Then, incredibly, a jump point flared open in front of them. With
a sense of relief that could not be put into words Commander Rolan
bowed over almost double and thanked his deities while the ship
transitioned out of the Comac system, leaving it to the desires of the
Dilgar. He didnt even have space in his mind to consider what they
would do to the colony, he was just so happy to be out of there. He
knew it was unspeakably selfish but at this exact moment he did not
care. He just did not care.
Dreadnought Deathwalker
A number of ships are making the jump to hyperspace Warmaster.
I can see that Captain. Jhadur said with a hint of amusement, the
sort of attitude people displayed when they knew something you
didnt. Deploy second fleet to finish off stragglers and damaged ships,
then take us into orbit and prepare a full scale bombardment.
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Already covered Captain. She smiled. I doubt very many of them

will reach Brakir.
As the main Dilgar battle fleet moved to finish off the now undefended
colony a second far smaller fleet sat in hyperspace just off the beacon,
ten missile cruisers of the Athraskala class had placed themselves on
the main pathway between Comac and Brakir blocking the route the
fleeing Brakiri ships must take. The massed Brakiri force had no
formation and no preparation for this surprise fleet and the first
missiles detonated without interception or warning. In hyperspace the
explosions were magnified by the bizarre physics of the realm and the
nuclear tipped weapons shredded the first dozen Brakiri ships. More
and more missiles saturated the formation, a carrier was bent in two
by an intense gravitic wave created by an explosion, a tall Avioki was
holed in a thousand places by debris hurled from a neighboring ship as
its power grid ripped it apart. The Brakiri fleet was caught in a
confused and devastating situation they had never even considered,
fighting in hyperspace had always been regarded as suicide which
indeed it was, it was simply that the Dilgar didnt care.
Beside the Anarel a sister cruiser took evasive action, moving off
beacon to try and slip around the flank of the Dilgar. Without warning
it ran into a gravitic incline and was pulled with shocking speed
sideways like a great giant had roped it and pulled the ship away into
the maelstrom. It vanished amid the swirls and red mists beyond hope
and any chance of help.
Main batteries! Rolan yelled overcoming his shock. Open fire!
The one remaining cannon fired, its lance of energy managing to strike
one of the unmoving missile ships and tearing it apart, the explosion in
hyperspace blossoming in a bizarre pattern as the pull of gravity
shifted and contorted the swirling plasma and briefly burning
atmosphere. Other ships in the Brakiri fleet were also beginning to
recover from the shock and fire, but the constant explosions of Dilgar
missiles were causing ferocious damage. Finally enough ships
coordinated fire to bring down the missile cruisers, the last one losing
its main power and drifting away, the Brakiri didnt bother finishing it
and instead left the Dilgar vessel to its slow death in the intractable
void of hyperspace.
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Minimal, the attack missed us. Remik informed the Commander. But
the rest of the fleet he tailed off.
Rolan checked the sensor read outs and was aghast at the data
streaming through, whole squadrons of warships had been annihilated
in the sudden attack, in little over a minute scores of ships had died
and more were heavily damaged and unable to keep on the beacon.
Shattered wrecks were slowly carried away into the distance as the
surviving vessels focused on trying to secure the unpowered members
of the fleet with survivors onboard before they too disappeared. Take
us to the nearest ship, we need to try and find survivors. Rolan
ordered not sure exactly how they were going to evacuate a whole
ships crew in time without getting lost themselves. We have to try
and do something!
The helm officer moved the Anarel as far from the beacon as he dared,
acutely aware of the gravitational eddies and currents outside the
safely mapped hyperspace paths and the fatal consequences of getting
caught in one. The Dilgar had out thought the Brakiri fleet and willingly
sacrificed a group of ships in order to do terrific damage to their
opponents. The retreat had become a complete routand in the course
of a few hours the mighty Brakiri navy had been divided and then
destroyed. It was a deep shock for the officers of the fleet who
considered themselves a true professional force, the Dilgar had
identified a weakness not in the ships or crews but in Brakiri society
itself and with unheard of foresight turned that to their tactical
advantage. It was a sobering realization for the survivors and a harsh
lesson in the reality of total war.
Brakir.
The entire hall of government were sat or stood in utter silence as a
military attach received a message on his earpiece. He was nodding
slowly as he listened in to the report and gave nothing away by his
expression. Brocat was fearing the worst, the Dilgar were the most
skilled fighters in known space and even though the Brakiri fleets were
mighty they had a divided command structure which any half
competent commander would exploit. With Ekalta gone and Comac in
the process of being abandoned the government was making plans to
form every ship they had in orbit above the homeworld and prepare as
strong a defense as they could. They had little in the way of orbital
weapons or satellites, certainly nothing approaching the scale of the
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the Dilgar, instead they had to put their faith in the navy and hope it
extracted itself more or less intact from Comac.
Well? the speaker demanded, to which the attach just raised his
hand as a way of asking for pause while he continued listening to the
report. The air was just so intense a number of older members of the
Krona were in danger of collapsing or suffering heart problems. The
usual hot dry air of the city seemed even more harsh than normal and
brocat desperately wanted a drink, but not before hearing the news.
The Attach finally turned to face the room and removed his ear piece.
Honored executives, our fleet were able to disengage from Comoc
however
There was a sudden wave of cheers as soon as he said disengaged
which drowned out the rest of his speech. Brocat however did not
cheer, from the look on the attachs face he knew the other boot was
about to drop.
However. The military man spoke above the noise. Our ships were
ambushed in hyperspace and suffered severe casualties.
All celebrations suddenly died a quick death. Even in the desert
climate the room turned to ice. You have numbers? the Speaker
asked quietly, his voice still heard right at the back of the silent
chamber.
Not yet, but we estimate two thirds of our forces have been destroyed
in battle. The survivors are heavily damaged and making their way
here.
What about the Dilgar? Brocat asked. Are they following?
Not yet, they are securing Comac. Which meant bombing it.
However the Ekalta force appears to be gathering for a direct assault
on us here.
How long? the speaker spoke gravely.
Within a week.
The room gasped and murmured, the chances of them repairing the
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losses and the weak nature of the planetary defenses they werent
going to stand a chance against the Dilgar invasion fleets.
We must speak with our allies! Norila called. The Vree, the Hyach,
the Markab, even Earth!
They will not come. Brocat stated coldly. Nobody will come. Just the
Dilgar.
Can our fleet stop them? the Speaker questioned the attach with a
hint of desperation. The officer did not speak, merely shook his head
slowly.
No. Norila shouted. I refuse to believe this is the end of the Brakiri!
Believe what you will. Brocat didnt look at him as he spoke. But
unless we have a miracle in the next week this world will burn, and all
of us with it.
Brakiri legend warned that their lives would end the day the fabled
Deathwalker arrived in the skies above, perhaps prophecy would be
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