Outset
by
J. M. R. Gaines
At
the time of the Zetan incursion in 2235 Earth’s defenses were
rudimentary. The corporations had mainly developed weapons to fight
each other, while the vestigial planetary governments aimed their
attack devices downward against terrestrial rivals instead of outward
against invaders. Only a half-dozen vessels had been suitable to be
fitted with the projectors the Thil delegation had brought when they
came to alert humans about what they could expect from Zetans
re-entering the Sol system. Better this token resistance than slavery
and surrender. There was always hope that the mysterious Blynthians
whom the Thil described as allies would appear to save the day.
The
Thil – grim, taciturn creatures: even from the translators, their
voices had a hissing, disquieting quality; closer to things that
hadn’t breathed on Earth since before the Triassic. Still, they
were at least shaped more or less like humans – they claimed the
mysterious Blynthians had sent them to Earth for that reason.
Good
God, what must the Blynthians themselves look like?
The
Paramount joined a motley human squadron that deployed with three
Thil battle cruisers just a month before the second wave of Zetan
ships approached Earth’s system. Captain Seb Forestier tried to
make the best of his slim chances in the looming battle.
“Li,
have we arrived at the defense coordinates?”
The
Exec looked grim. “Yes, sir. Just passed thirty thousand
kilometers off Ganymede.”
“Weapons
systems all functional?”
“Projector
units and missiles all read Go. Do you think we’ll actually get a
chance to use them? It feels … weird to just be waiting here for
the Thil squadron to lure the Zetans into our little trap.”
“Best
we can do. Hard enough getting trained to use the projectors without
also having to learn the battle manoeuvres the Thil use. As it is,
we’re essentially a masked battery poised for the battle to come to
us.”
Despite
constant efforts to appear imperturbable, Li’s face betrayed
concern. “They say the Zetans are genetic tinkerers.”
Ever
since the raid on Munich that had been obvious. According to
survivors, they came in various forms, sizes, and configurations to
abduct the engineers from the Siemens-Bayer Research Complex, wanting
the best and the brightest to experiment on. Seb knew … had known
some of those people. What had become of them now? Seb could think of
nothing to say in response that was true, necessary and kind, so he
pretended not to have heard Li’s remark. Sometimes it was best not
to respond at all.
“Alert,
sir!” the comm interrupted. “Thil c&c reports condition red.
Targets heading toward weapons range.”
“Understood.
Li, arm missiles and prepare to implement plan Delta on my command.”
As
the still unseen Zetans approached, Paramount slid elliptically
around Ganymede. The five other Earth ships arched on parallel
courses until four Zetan targets, chased by the Thil cruisers, closed
to the prearranged point.
Paramount
followed plan Delta by changing the order of the line, like a pulling
guard, to form a cluster with Absolute and Dauntless. They fired
their missiles just before the Zetan barrage met them head on.
“Damage
control report!” Forestier barked to the comm.
“Section
four breached and sealed, captain,” Damage central responded.
“Propulsion inactive.”
Damn!
Adrift near Jupiter. “What about our weapons systems?”
“Round
two missiles ready to go from waist stations. Projectors still 100%.”
“Envirosystems?”
“Sustainable.”
That
meant at least six hours. Not enough time to repair propulsion.
Forestier
turned toward his Exec. “We may still be useful, but not for long.
Order partial evac. All non essentials to the pods.”
Li
hurried to send the order to the affected areas of the ship as her
superior worked on a projector strategy with Tactical. On the scope,
a Zetan ship that seemed unharmed by the missiles was swinging around
to launch another attack.
“Captain,
all crew request permission to stay on board.”
“What?”
Forestier quickly overcame an instant of rage at their
insubordination – a feeling that turned to admiration as he
realized his crew were choosing to stay under his leadership till the
end. And considering what the Zetans did to their captives. …
“All
right, Li. So what do we do other than blast away with the projector
units? Might as well try to board. How do we stand for rangers, other
than casualties from Section Four?”
“Full
complement for two limpets, sir.”
The
limpet boarding modules looked like the animals they were named for,
truncated cones with a telescoping bottom that could adjust to a
variety of shapes to match target hulls. Each carried a detachment of
sixteen rangers in combat suits to provide survival in various
atmospheric conditions – a happy coincidence that would allow
Paramount’s party to be effective in the Zetans’ alien collection
of gases.
“Well,
launch them ASAP. We’ll fire one projector volley at maximum range
and then give them ninety seconds to attach and secure. If they’re
not successfully aboard then, we fire at will. Inform Tactical.”
In
scarcely a minute Paramount shuddered slightly as the limpets
detached and accelerated toward the oncoming Zetan. There had been
just enough time for the chaff to spread out to obscure their
movement from the enemy. As the projector volley unleashed, its
massive power made surprisingly little effect inside the Paramount.
Forestier felt nothing until the Zetan response crackled through
every electronic circuit on his ship, sparking and blowing panels all
over the bridge.
But
they were still alive.
His
indicator showed environmental was nominal in all remaining sections.
As he turned to the scope he saw why. The Zetan had diverted some
weapons to engage the limpets. One had disappeared from the screen
and as he feverishly searched for the other, he saw with a start that
it had managed to attach to the enemy vessel.
Li
turned anxiously. “Projectors ready, sir.”
“Hold
our fire! Boarding status?”
It
was Comm that replied, “Party aboard and engaging target crew. Some
casualties. It’s a firefight, sir.”
Nothing
was certain. Forestier swallowed and ordered.
“Prepare
to fire projectors on my mark.”
The
rangers knew when they left what they were risking. Their ninety
seconds were almost up.
“Three,
two…”
“Wait,
sir,” Li shouted. “Boarding party reports multiple hull breaches
and target envirosystems disabled. Zetans are cacking all around them
and several pods have ejected.
“We’ve
won!”
Her
enthusiasm and slang marked a rare but welcome change from her usual
formality.
Thank
God, thought
the captain. Then:
Instead of incinerating those rangers, we need to think of saving
them.
“Set scuttling charge and back to the limpet immediately!”
It
seemed an age before the Zetan vessel exploded in a nuclear flash and
the limpet thumped back onto Paramount’s hull.
The
onboard crew welcomed the disembarking rangers with cheers as they
emerged from decontamination, naked as jaybirds.
Seven
of the team had survived the firefight, though the captain could not
afford to rejoice and bask in their victory – this engagement was
only part of a much bigger battle.
“Long
range sensors! What’s going on out there?”
Comm
quickly answered. “Mobile Zetan targets have left the eccliptic and
are being engaged by the Thil. They’re corkscrewing all over the
place, but it looks like the Thil have the upper hand. One Thil
cruiser appears to have some major damage but is still in action.
There are Zetan hulls scattered around and several debris fields.
Some kind of craft is approaching rapidly from far outside the
system. Doesn’t look either Thil or Zetan …”
Maybe
this was one of the Blynthians. No wonder the Zetans were breaking
off. The Thil had done a good job but even an entire fleet was no
match for a Blynthian warship.
Forestier
and Li exchanged a look of surprised relief. It seemed Earth would
be spared further bombardment and there would be no further
hostage-taking by the aliens.
The
elation was short-lived, however.
“What
about our ships?”
“Sorry
to say, sir, we lost Absolute and Dawntreader. Our sister ship
Paragon is coming to pick up evacuees or restore environmentals. EVA
thirty-five minutes. Admiral Blake is gone and Commodore Surajee has
assumed the flag.”
Seb
turned to Li. “You have the bridge. I’m going down to medical to
see the boarding party, then look at the seal on Section Four. Notify
me when Paragon closes in.”
The
Exec glanced back at her board. Nominal environment suddenly didn’t
seem so bad. With the projectors powered down to half, they might not
even need a full evac to the sister ship.
There
were a couple of tugs standing off the asteroid belt. Li prepared to
summon one and stopped to smile as she realized that humankind’s
first space battle, even if it went down as a local skirmish within
system, was over.
Seb
continued to peer at the sensor screens. For only a second did he
permit himself to wonder if among that ship debris out in the system
were parts of any of his friends from Munich, or what was left of
them.
James
F. Gaines and John M. Gaines have been writing science fiction
stories for several years as a father and son team under the
collective name J. M. R. Gaines. This story takes place in the
Forlani Saga universe and the action serves as a prelude to the Life Sentence
and Spy Station
novels. The Blynthians and Thil play important roles in the latter
book. You can connect with J. M. R. Gaines via their blog here
(gainesscifi.blogspot.com).