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by Sean Monaghan




  Blue Defender

  A Deep Space Adventure

  Sean Monaghan

  Blue Defender

  A Deep Space Novel

  by Sean Monaghan

  Copyright © 2018 Sean Monaghan

  All rights reserved.

  Published by Triple V Publishing

  Cover illustration

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Blue Defender

  Also by Sean Monaghan

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty One

  Chapter Thirty Two

  Chapter Thirty Three

  Chapter Thirty Four

  Chapter Thirty Five

  Chapter Thirty Six

  Chapter Thirty Seven

  Chapter Thirty Eight

  Chapter Thirty Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty One

  Chapter Forty Two

  Chapter Forty Three

  Chapter Forty Four

  Chapter Forty Five

  Chapter Forty Six

  Chapter Forty Seven

  Chapter Forty Eight

  Chapter Forty Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty One

  About the Author

  Also by Sean Monaghan

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  This novel is a work of fiction. All characters, places and incidents described in this publication are used ficticiously, or are entirely fictional.

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  Blue Defender

  Chapter One

  Dragons did not belong in space. And yet, there one hung, curled and twisted, bright green scales overlapping and glinting in the star’s light.

  Matti-Jay Menthony sat harnessed into the small cockpit of the Blue Defender, her little runabout. The cockpit was a mite too warm, but kind of how she liked it. Some of her crewmates from the Donner, her home ship, preferred things cold. As if they were preparing themselves for trips out into the vacuum.

  Matti-Jay figured it was her runabout. For today, anyway. So that made any thermostat adjustments Her Call. Anyway, she was the only one aboard for this brief flight. This model of runabout had space for just two in the cockpit, but the vessel could run itself. They all could. It was nice to get out in the quiet. Donner could get a bit busy and crowded.

  And this little jaunt was supposed to be uneventful. A quick dart out and back to give the systems the once over.

  She wasn’t supposed to practically run into dragons.

  She was going to have to report this.

  It couldn’t be natural, could it? Nothing could live in the vacuum of space. Was it a kind of ship dressed up as a dragon?

  The dragon was at least fifty meters long. That was pretty huge on anyone’s scale. How big was a blue whale? Once she’d seen a photo of a bronze sculpture with ten elephants forming a tower, standing on each others backs. And next to them, a blue whale, as long from nose to tail as the elephant tower was high.

  If an elephant stood about three meters, a blue whale could be thirty meters.

  So this dragon had to be bigger than a whale.

  The dragon had a fat torso and spines sticking up right along its back. Its tail tapered to nothing, and it had wicked-looking curved talons at the tips of its fat, strong toes.

  The thing’s head was almost as big as the Blue Defender, with a strange crooked array of horns twisting from the crown. The eyes were huge and black and glinting.

  Save for the dragon, space around her was clear. She was far too far away from the Donner to be able to see it.

  The Donner was three hundred meters long. Shaped like a polished river stone. Good for skimming. Or maybe a slightly flattened and thinned egg.

  Her bridge was at the narrow end, and she had a cluster of ultramagnetic nacelles and jump tech antennas at the stern. Such a pretty vessel.

  The bright pinpricks of stars showed through the runabout’s wide cockpit window. To her right the planet Ludelle 8 hung, blue, with continents patched with green and brown. White at the poles and swirls of white cloud, some huge flickery storms over the oceans and around the mountains. Winding rivers tracking through forests and savanna. Quite beautiful really.

  To her left, and behind, was the local star, Ludelle itself. Like good old Sol, pumping out heat and light and radiation. Life-giving.

  Matti-Jay had brought her runabout on a short shakedown run. One thousand kilometers from the Donner. Just to give the engines some legs. To try the little vessel out.

  That was her job out here. Nothing fancy like scientific research. Just simple and plain maintenance. Keep the runabouts serviced. Check the emergency systems. Make sure the research satellites and return buoys were in working order.

  She spent a lot of her time with a screwdriver in her hand, removing service panels and checking systems. Some days it could get kind of dull.

  But then, look at this view. How could anything that brought her out into deep space with a planet on one side, a star on the other ever be dull? And in her own little ship too.

  The Blue Defender was a good ship. Kind of fish-shaped, with a tapered bow, small winglets partway along, and a vertical tail above the main nacelle.

  Mostly those surfaces–the wings and tail–were unnecessary. No need for control surfaces in the vacuum of space. But in an atmosphere, the vessel could glide and fly like a regular aircraft.

  Technically the vessel was ExR13, for External Runabout number thirteen. Matti-Jay had decided that it needed a name. She’d chosen Blue Defender. ‘Blue’ on account of its sea-blue paint scheme, and ‘Defender’ because it needed to sound like a ship of action.

  Which it actually wasn’t. Really it was just for planetary reconnaissance With a range of over a half a million kilometers, and the ability to
land and take off from any reasonable planetary surface, she was a beauty. Some days, the Blue Defender seemed like Matti-Jay’s best friend.

  There were three hundred crew members aboard the Donner, and Matti-Jay was the youngest. By far.

  At fifteen, she was also the youngest member from the fleet prep academy to ever be accepted aboard a deep space mission.

  Technically they shouldn’t have allowed it. There should have been lawsuits and politicians screaming exploitation and arguing for her schooling. For her social development. But then, it had been Matti-Jay’s parents who had discovered the signal out here at Ludelle 8.

  And it was hardly Matti-Jay’s fault that her parents had always encouraged her to be a free spirit. To be independent. To explore and find her way on her own.

  The dragon moved.

  The wings had to be eighty meters long, outstretched, as if ready to flap against the air. But this high above the planet, there was no air.

  The Donner had exited jump space over a hundred thousand kilometers from the planet. The planet which had sent the signal.

  For three days the big vessel had crept her way slowly in. Really it was just on a big slow diminishing orbit. A gradual spiral inward. Captain Jodi Tyson wanted to run every scan possible. After all, the captain had said, the jump across dozens of light years had taken them over six weeks. A few more days to get the measure of things on the ground wouldn’t make much difference.

  Especially since that very signal had come at the speed of light. A blurry, garbled radio message, just distinct from the background noise. Just over four minutes of jabber, repeating every quarter hour, more or less.

  It was the repetition that had given away the artificial nature of it. Once they’d ruled out spinning neutron stars and black holes, or even bloated gas giants.

  The message hadn’t yet been deciphered. And the new jump ships were just starting out. Little trips to the Centauri system. There and back.

  A jump of fifty three light years was a gamble. A risk worth taking. Even if all manner of things could have changed at Ludelle in the fifty three years since the signal had left.

  Now they were just over three hundred kilometers above the surface. Close enough to make out some good surface detail. The place looked so pristinely Earthlike. Continents and oceans, mountains and green green forests. The Donner’s sensors kept gathering data as she passed overhead.

  The ship had released more than twenty satellites to speed up the information gathering process. The data would fill libraries. They were starting to get a good picture of this blue world.

  Matti-Jay’s console flashed at her. Nothing to do with the Donner, nor the dragon now unfurling its wings no more than five hundred meters from her.

  No. It was a reminder to eat. Please ensure adequate nutrition, her console read. The dispenser has prepared a meal. Spinach, chili and corn. You will find it tasty.

  That was unlikely. The food aboard the Donner was passable. But at least they had chefs. Big Ernie made a fabulous chili bowl. The food system aboard the Blue Defender, was simply reconstituted nutritional paste. Designed to keep her alive. Nothing more.

  Matti-Jay focused back on her dragon. It was edging closer.

  Time to let them know back aboard the Donner.

  “B.D.,” she said. “Can you get me comms back to the Donner?”

  The Blue Defender’s onboard intelligence system could mimic human speech rhythms and intonations, but Matti-Jay kept that dialed back. A computer sounding like a person creeped her out, and it was worse when she was out here alone.

  “Connection made,” the neutral disembodied voice of the ship said. “Go ahead.”

  Why though, did she call it ‘B.D.’ instead of its full name? Or even just ‘Ship’? Attachment? Who knew the workings of a teenage misfit’s mind? Certainly not the misfit herself.

  “Blue Defender?” a male voice said. Charlie Koening. At eighteen, he was the next-youngest member of the Donner’s crew. Goofy, geeky and sometimes annoying. Bright as solar flare and with an oddly cute smile. Thing was, other people on the crew thought they should hang out more, being close in age and all. Not a chance.

  “Charlie,” Matti-Jay said. “You’re on comms?”

  “Just a change of shift overlap. Watching things for Nicole.” Nicole Berring was the ship’s third officer. In charge of keeping the communications systems running, sending the jump buoys back to Earth with updates, and general ship status. Kind of dictator at times. Just as well she wasn’t captain.

  “Is there a problem with your mission?” Charlie said.

  “It’s not a mission,” Matti-Jay said. “It’s just a shakedown. And, yes, there’s a problem.”

  “I’ll get one of the others to come out to you in another runabout. The Golden Glow is prepped.”

  “No. Not that kind of a problem. Are you getting the video feeds from–”

  The dragon moved again. It untwisted. Turning toward her.

  “Matti-Jay?” Charlie said. “Lost you for a moment there.”

  “I’m just...” Matti-Jay trailed off as the dragon’s mouth opened.

  Chapter Two

  The yoke cut painfully into Matti-Jay’s hands as she jerked back on it. The Blue Defender’s systems whined. The engines responded.

  Warning lamps flared around the cockpit. The soft lighting shut off, replaced immediately with a sharp red. Was that supposed to focus her mind?

  The Blue Defender shuddered. Matti-Jay’s harness grabbed itself tighter around her shoulders and waist.

  The little vessel strained. The cockpit air cooled. A slight acidic lemon scent to it. Probably another thing to help her focus.

  The dragon’s maw opened. It had teeth. Sharp white daggers. Each over a meter long. Easily enough to punch through Blue Defender’s hull.

  “Matti-Jay?” Charlie said from safely back aboard the Donner. “We’re getting all sorts of warning telemetry from ExR13. This is just a shakedown. You’re not supposed to–”

  “Dragon,” Matti-Jay said. “Do you not see it?”

  With painful slowness Blue Defender moved backward. Away from that huge slot of a mouth on the space dragon.

  Matti-Jay almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.

  A dragon. A spacecraft that could make speeds of over fifty thousand kilometers per hour. But right now hers had the pick up of a snail. And not just any snail either. One of those turtle snails. Towing its whole family. On a rock.

  The problem of using the attitude jets to back away.

  But the Blue Defender did begin picking up speed. Not as fast as the dragon, though.

  Less than two hundred and fifty meters off now.

  “Well, screw this,” Matti-Jay said.

  “Did not copy your last,” Charlie said. Pretty sure he’d heard it, just that it wasn’t standard operating communications.

  Matti-Jay twisted the yoke. She pushed up the throttles.

  No sense in using the runabout’s attitude jets to escape this thing. She needed to use the main nacelle.

  Like all runabouts, Blue Defender used simple systems. Several sets of fixed attitude jets arrayed around the fuselage, mainly for maneuvering. At the little vessel’s stern a three-meter wide bell nacelle directed the main ultramagnetic drive’s thrust.

  Basically, that meant she went much faster moving forward than moving backward.

  The dragon was within two hundred meters of Blue Defender’s bow.

  “Matti-Jay?” Charlie said. “There’s another ship there.”

  “Dragon,” she said.

  “Come again. It’s real close to you.” More quietly, as if he’d turned to speak with someone else, he said, “Why didn’t it show up on the readings before this?”

  Good question. The Donner was loaded with sensors. It should have been able to detect any other vessel, or mythical creature, immediately.

  The dragon kept coming.

  Matti-Jay’s twist on the yoke, though, had angled the bow awa
y. The vessel was aimed away from the dragon. Just to the left.

  A hundred and fifty meters.

  Matti-Jay spun up the ultramagnetic drive. The cockpit hummed. Her console display showed a growing bar as the engines came on line.

  Should have switched them on the moment she’d seen the dragon.

  “That ship’s real close,” Charlie said. “You should move back.”

  “Trying to concentrate here,” she told him.

  The dragon was just a hundred meters off now. The gap continued to close. The dragon’s maw looked like a vast cave. Filled with glittering stalactites and stalagmites. Ready to collapse on her.

  The engine level bar had crept just over halfway.

  Of course the ultramagnetic system was never designed for quick getaways. Rocketry might be fast, but the preparations for it were always deliberate and measured. Trajectories calculated, weight factored in, acceleration and deceleration profiles part of the mix.

  Right now, she just wanted to blast out of there.

  “There’s no identification on the vessel,” Charlie said. “You should–”

  Matti-Jay flicked off the comms. Too distracting.

  The dragon was no more than fifty meters away. There was barely any angle for her to aim through. If she actually wanted to miss.

  The bar reached ninety percent. Her seat vibrated subtly under her. The engines just about ready to send her on her way.

  Forty meters.

  Ninety five percent.

  Matti-Jay adjusted the attitude jets. Trying to change than angle.

  Thirty meters.

  Ninety nine percent.

  The nose came around slowly.

  Twenty meters.

  The bar filled. It flicked green.

  Matti-Jay jammed the throttles hard.

  The blast of acceleration thrust her hard back into her seat’s cushioning. Ahead she saw just space.

  The runabout jerked. Something screamed.

  Lights flared across the consoles. Warnings. One big and bold one shouting about atmospheric pressure.

  The ship was tumbling. Slow. But a tumble.

  The atmospheric pressure warning grew more urgent.

  The ship was holed.

 

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