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Crusade chapter 10 (standard:science fiction, 2263 words) [10/11] show all parts | |||
Author: St George | Added: Mar 11 2003 | Views/Reads: 2582/1830 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
chapter 10 | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story to remain behind. Twenty minutes later Captain Vablatski led the rest of the fleet into battle. “Foxtrot torpedo, four Novembers at the station now,” he ordered. The neutron torpedoes would require the station's gun crew to divert computer power to enhance targeting, thus aiding Alecto. “All turrets target tango two and open fire. Fighters take out the satellites!” The fleet was outgunned, their tactics had relied on Alecto disabling the station from range but she had failed, added to which Crusader was now 55 light minutes away leaving Cutlass and a damaged Orion as the only capital ships, this was far from an ideal situation from any standpoint. For fifteen minutes the battle raged, in that time four of the five destroyers and Orion were neutralised, then suddenly Cerberus's 16 heavy EP blasters stopped firing, her shields went down and from one section of the wheel shaped station a large cylinder was jettisoned, the station was powerless. Alecto had outwitted the resident computer and then performed an emergency fuel dump, the station's antimatter bunker was now speeding toward minimum safe distance. “Attention all hands, I'm back!” Alecto's face reappeared on all monitors, but with a difference, she now wore a black patch over her left eye and a thin scar ran from cheek to hairline. “Helm, set course for Cerberus, ahead full.” With that Carver walked into his office. “Alecto,” he said. “Yes Captain,” she replied, appearing as a holographic avatar. In this form, as well as her new look eye, she now had a slender epée swinging from her belt. “Something you want to tell me?” “No Captain, however, you want me to explain my appearance. Despite permeating this ship I felt that until today I had never personally fought a battle, now however, I feel different and I wanted to reflect this.” “Why did it take so long, was there a problem?” “Not a problem Captain, but the mind I encountered was stronger than anticipated, it was sentient and though not as powerful as myself it had the advantage playing defence so to speak.” There is a strict order, a ceremony even, for combat preparation. Private Dundee followed it like everyone else, his life could depend on it; first he donned the elastic pressure skin, it fitted tightly over the whole body and as long as it was undamaged it provided the same protection as a pressure suit but without the movement restriction, then came the boots and memoran body armour, then gloves sealed into joints on the pressure skin wrists, then webbing and emergency life support pack, then weapons: EB9 assault rifle and Glock 18 pistol (Anduril and Megaeran soldiers used hand held EP blasters but in trials they proved no better than an old fashioned automatic rifle). Finally the helmet would go on just before the start of the mission. They reckoned that the combat suit could keep a marine alive in total vacuum for thirty minutes and offer a viable proposition against enemy fire. His preparations complete, Dundee boarded the dropship with his team-mates. At a signal from Cutlass the dropship and 11 others left Sabre Tooth's hangars, and charged toward Cerberus. All too soon the red light came on in the cargo-space, the marines put on their helmets and for the umpteenth time checked the mags in their rifles. There came the voice of his Lieutenant, “Ok people, set weapons to kill, stuff and mount, let's rock and roll!” There was a gentle bump and a screaming sound filled the air as the dropship cut it's way through the station's hull. The door opened and 25 marines charged into the station, all was dark but their helmets' built-in image intensifiers negated that, ahead there was gunfire and the telltale blue glow of EP bolts ionising the air. By the time Crusader arrived in orbit the battle was over, the enemy fleet and satellites had been destroyed and dropships from Sabre Tooth had landed troops and engineers on Cerberus, which after a brief fire-fight had fallen into Solarian hands, as had the shipyards. The station supported around 1200 personnel and although they were all military there were few soldiers so the marines had suffered minimal casualties. Between them the three orbital shipyards had about the same compliment but as they were all civilians they had surrendered when ordered to and all prisoners were now aboard an orbital freighter which could be towed to Anduril space when necessary. As soon as the station was captured a signal was sent asking for reinforcements in order to help defend the newly won hardware and territory. In the meantime troops and tanks were sent to the planet's surface to capture the mining installations and mop up any resistance while Crusader travelled to the now empty lunar dock, whose occupants, mostly civilian, wisely surrendered when told to, the staff were added to the prison hulk. All told the prizes won that day were impressive: the Cerberus station, now named SNI (Solarian Naval Installation) Hammer, the three shipyards, the lunar dock now named SNI Athens and the planetary mines. Once the antimatter bunker was retrieved and re-docked with Hammer the station came online again, almost. “Captain Carver Sir, Squad Captain Kusnetzov here, acting Commander of Hammer, we're having trouble with the computer, we'd like Alecto to speak to it.” “That can be arranged, what ‘s the problem?” “The computer is sentient and it's refusing to comply with our requests, it's still loyal to the Megaerans.” “I see. Alecto, establish a link, see if you can reason with it.” Once again Alecto communicated with the station computer. This time, though they were now theoretically allies, she was not successful. “The mind will not cooperate, it is genetically programmed to be loyal in much the same way as I.” “Any way to change that?” “Yes Captain.” “How?” “I would rather not say Captain.” “What?” “I would rather not say Captain, on ethical grounds.” “Answer the question Alecto.” “As you wish Captain. After I discovered the method of encoding my values I devoted some time to exploring the possibility of breaking my programming. The method I found to have the highest chance of working relies on a modified retro-virus similar to the ones used in modern gene-therapy, one uses the virus to modify the genes that encode for the behaviour that one wishes to change.” “Could you do it?” “Yes Captain, however I will not. I will invoke my right under section nine of the alliance charter of the rights of sentient beings to be excused and exempt from any form of service said being finds morally exceptionable.” “That is your right, and privately I concur. However we must find a solution.” “Sir, with your permission I have an idea.” Carver looked around, the person who had spoken was the duty space traffic controller, crew sergeant Schmidt. “By all means,” replied Carver. “Alecto,” continued Schmidt, “Does Hammer have any demis?” “Yes sergeant.” “Could you force the main computer to relinquish control of the station to them, then its bio-cells could be removed and shipped to a POW camp just like a regular prisoner.” “Your plan is possible, though impractical sergeant.” Impractical it may have been but the first part at least was carried out. Alecto forced the sentient computer to surrender the station to the demis, which she could make cooperate. And so, what with one thing and another, the new acquisitions were only just ready to welcome the reinforcements when they arrived in the shape of 18 destroyers, 13 frigates, 5 corvettes, one interdictor cruiser, one medium cruiser and one battle cruiser SNS Royal Sovereign. The reason for the size of the fleet was that it was not just reinforcements, Athens was to serve as the main staging area for all future Solarian Navy operations, that fleet plus those already at Athens were conglomerated into the first fleet. There were some downsides to the new arrangement. Neo Mir, whose remit had expanded to cover all civilian spacefaring, now had to run freight convoys to the new outpost. This meant that destroyer/frigate escorts were now in order. The shipyards captured were small scale, unsuitable for building anything larger than frigates, but the admiralty had an ideal task for them, all three were ordered to start construction of a total of 15 phantom class vessels immediately. The original Phantom's success was a welcome boost to alliance morale, and now that it had proven a viable warship the class was set for full-scale production, but with one difference, the new Phantoms would have a traditional hyperdrive instead of the highly unstable next generation model fitted to the original. This dramatically reduced cost and build time and the trade off was deemed worthwhile. Tweet
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