And so the AI's joined the fight. I thought as I reviewed the data.
“It shows me fourteen names of AI's that have picked to join the Free Fleet but only tells me that they're enroute. It doesn't say anything about their hulls or their condition,” I said.
“Best to leave the docks open, and a word of advice, don't throw out any of the still operational weapons, power plants, or propulsion systems,” she said mysteriously.
“Why?”
“It seems Devastahli still yearns to destroy the race that killed his creators,” Her voice dull.
“Well keep me informed,” I said, knowing she wouldn't go into who Devastahli was.
I'll take all of the damned allies I can get. My mind turning to the Syndicates that were now being hammered through training.
“Well I think that you have a date on Hachiro, there are some kids that are looking to join the Free Fleet, and your wife might still want to have that dinner,” she said from the ceiling.
I checked the time on the data pad, work had once again made me the forget time. It was like when I had been in the squad pods, a shiver went down my spine at the thought.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Well Rick's not here, I've got to keep you in line,” she said, a laugh on her lips.
“He calls me up enough on the FTL relays that it barely feels like he's left,” I growled, no bite in it. Talking to Rick always helped me to iron out my plans and get my head around everything that was going on.
I tucked the data pad behind my back and walked out of the conference room.
“Ready?” I asked Krom and Shreesht who were waiting outside my door, entombed in their power armor.
“Waiting on you,” Krom said gruffly. I snorted, Shreesht taking a few big strides to put himself ahead of me as I continued my walk to the bulkhead. The lifts made it a quick trip to the shuttle-bay. We boarded and got ourselves in our harnesses as the pilot was rising off of the deck.
I looked through the wall mounted vid screens to see outside the shuttle.
Resilient was still undergoing her full overhaul. Shuttles and drones buzzed along her hull, fresh double plated, reactive covered armor glinted like obsidian. Rows of rail-cannons glinted with their fresh gunmetal finish. Internally, Resilient was looking better than ever, most of the major systems had been overhauled. As many upgrades that could be fit into Resilient's old hull, had been added. It was clear that Resilient would need to be pulled down to her hull and reassembled to get her in full fighting trim.
Then it becomes a decision of if we have the time for it, or if it's worth it.
I pushed the thought aside. Resilient would be one hell of a force to reckon with when she was complete, no matter her age or issues.
She wasn't the only ship that had undergone some serious changes.
The six Battle-Cruiser to Battle-Carrier converts were complete, Talhalla was in dock aswell. Eighteen Destroyers and eleven Battle Cruisers, and forty-three Corvette's had passed through their docks. More were being completed every day. Felix and his people were working wonders in the uninhabited system with their hollowed out asteroid nicknamed Rocko. Nancy and her sectioned off yards; Nelly in Chaleel and Nate in AIH were pushing out more ships than ever. Parnmal was taking on most of the overhauls while Silly and LaRe on Nancy were preparing to start laying down hulls of their own.
There were also two fighter factories built so far and another in development. One in Sol another going to AIH and the third planned to go to Parnmal. It would give not only the ships their fresh Multi-Environment Fighters, but also fill Parnmal with wings of the fast movers. Parnmal was already taking on the training of all Fighters. There were plans for a station in AIH to be purpose built to train Commandos. AIH was the only planet other than Mars that trained Armored Marine Commandos, with the added station, Commandos could be trained in everything from multi-environment combat to space exploration. Better than having to ferry them to Parnmal for the final phases of their training.
We moved away from Nancy and the hive of activity it was. It was damned hard to not break out in a grin as I saw ore haulers speeding through the stations traffic which weaved between the yard’s massive supports, transforming my battered and barely functioning ships into the war machines they were supposed to be.
The industry of so many people working together was intoxicating.
I watched until it all faded into darkness.
“Report time I guess,” I said to myself. I pulled out my data pad and began reviewing information on the kids that resided on Hachiro, and the people who I was going to be talking to in a few hours.
I had given Rick the go ahead to change the acceptance system for people to join the Free Fleet. With the accelerated kids living on Hachiro, the offspring of the humans that had been forcefully recruited. It meant that they were able to join at about two years old. They were the same, physically and mentally, as people nine times their age. Of course there were outliers, but there always were.
The tests weren't strict and didn't just look at scores, it was very involved with interviews and interactive observations.
Four fifths of the kids had picked to take the test in order to join the free fleet, the others still had another ten years to figure out what they wanted to do. I doubted it would take many of them that long to do so.
It wasn't conventional by any means, but few things were in the Free Fleet.
***
“Wah yah think you’re doing?” Someone barked in a really bad southern drawl as a shoe struck an engineer working on a relay. The big creature reared its head, bloodlust in its eyes as it looked at the unrepentant Kuruvian, which was now missing a boot.
“You better damned well listen, or you'll blow out the entire damned relay, and at least one of your blood pumpers!” Eddie said, he’s been chief engineer of the Dreadnought Resilient for the past thirty years. The boot he'd thrown returned to his hand. His usual bad southern accent disappeared into heated tones.
He was death incarnate to slackers, but if you could get the job done he might even give a grudging pat on the back. The machinery of a warship in space was more deadly and painful than any boot to the backside.
Eddie pushed up the brim of his cowboy hat, holding his boot in one hand, his manipulators others showing that he was not in the mood to be pissing about.
The big engineering bastard looked to his fellows for support. He must have been shocked by the looks that told him he must have been doing something wrong.
Eddie only used that boot when he had to, which had become a lot less since Salchar had created the Free Fleet.
Etil looked on.
“Aren't you going to do something to break it up Chief? That Kuruvian's going to get his old ass kicked,” an engineer asked him.
“Nah, my brother's been in worse scrapes,” Etil said, he was one of the newest Free Fleet personnel. He had survived execution by the grace of Captain Lord Foshunti's because of their mutual desire to destroy Lady Fairgate and the Syndicate. He had somehow remained the chief engineer of Talhalla, one of the three carriers that had survived the fall of the Union and the Syndicate's dismantlement for spare parts.
Well that wasn't exactly all true, Talhalla, was pulled together around the AI Planner, an AI that had fought in the Kalu-Union wars. When it ended he had seen the scourge of the Syndicate pulling apart the jewel that had been the Union. He had put his own plans into motion to turn the Syndicate's control around.
Yet even with an impossible ship under his wrench, and a commanding officer he could believe in and a crew he could trust, Etil never thought he would see his brother or his sons again.
He didn't try to hide his excitement at seeing that familiar fire in Eddie's eyes as he marched up to the larger engineer.
“All that huh? Well we put ships together with too little bolts and not enough people. Now we're the ones putting your sorry ships together in stolen Syndicate docks,” Eddie said with pride.
The other
Engineer swung for Eddie's manipulators.
Eddie turned, the blow hitting his carapace. The impact made the larger engineer shriek in pain as his paw turned to mush.
Eddie didn't give them time to recover as he turned and brought the brim of his ridiculous hard hat on the offending engineer's optical nerves.
The larger engineer dropped, knocked out from optical overload.
Eddie shook his head and grabbed one arm of the unconscious engineer.
“Well yah gunna gimme' a hand, or do I gotta drag him out of the way myself!” Eddie said, clearly talking to Etil.
“I guess,” Etil answered as he walked over to his brother and helped him drag the engineer to a nearby panel.
Dogre, I should have known. Etil thought, this little sack had been thrown to him after he'd bungled three damned guns by running them well past their limits. The chief had hoped some time with people that knew how machines worked would teach him better.
It would have, if he wasn’t a stubborn know-it-all. Etil had wanted to get him on cleaning detail or something until he got over his attitude issues.
The Free Fleet demanded that everyone get to work, and get every ship they could, online. Talhalla was due for replacement parts and machinery. When Etil had requested them, the oddest thing happened, they actually showed up. No captain, commander, chief, or leader had pinched his parts or asked for a bribe. The Free Fleet was a massive war machine now, with two point three million men and women within its ranks. That wasn't that much deployable fighting power, but thankfully the Fleet had their priorities straight. Yards, factories, and miners were a massive portion of those personnel.
“What did he do wrong?” Etil asked to give himself a few seconds break, his shell hot with exertion.
“Didn't even check if the line was live or not!”
“Ah..,” Etil said understandingly. If there was power going to the relays, then Dogre would have been fried because you had to bypass the safety lockouts to pull out a power relay.
Etil shook his head in defeat.
You can only do so much before they put their eye-stalk in plasma because it looks cool.
One should always have a safety net before they took a plunge into something as powerful as a spaceships power grids. They were powered by small stars, technically.
“'How's it goin on yer end?” Eddie asked, leading through the engineering department of Talhalla, as if he had been there a million times before. Etil's brother was a lot of things, but he was an engineer first. He could understand any system simply by staring it.
“We've got the new reactors online and stabilized, now just connecting them into the main relays and backing down secondary reactors. Those were replaced some time ago,” Etil said, tapping and then shifting his manipulators in thought.
“Well well, I see some things haven't changed,” Eddie indicated to Etil's manipulators. Etil looked on, unrepentant. “You was sayin?”
“Before I was interrupted,” Etil said, Eddie scoffing but staying quiet.
“We've been able to fully repair the flight decks, our hull armor is half completed and we don't have enough new cannons,”
“You leave that to your good ole brother Eddie,” Etil expressed his thanks with his manipulators, already writing off the issue. Eddie never made half promises.
“'How yer new syndicate people doing?” Eddie asked, looking to Etil.
The Syndicate personnel they had picked to serve out their terms with the Free Fleet, were getting quickly integrated into their jobs. At least the ones that had the skills and training to be slotted in so quickly.
Foshunti had been sentenced to a number of years of service, he'd taken the option to serve the Free Fleet and Rick had pushed him back into the position of commander of the Talhalla. The crew couldn’t quite believe it, Etil didn't think Foshunti himself did either.
From the private conversations that Foshunti had spoken about with Etil; he, Salchar, and Rick were dealing in pretty simple terms. He'd shown that he wasn't part of the Syndicate, the people hadn't charged him of anything especially bad, at least no worse than the other Syndicates serving in the Free Fleet. Plus he had experience as a carrier commander, which no one else did. If Foshunti kept his place then his people would see that the Free Fleet were looking to fight the damned enemy instead of let their prejudices push potential allies away.
That said, Salchar's promise had been clear, if Foshunti did the damned best job he was capable of, then Salchar would let him be. If he failed to do so, then Salchar would personally kick his ass out of an airlock.
Some might say that was pretty extreme, but Etil knew that Foshunti would have done the same in his boots.
Even with Foshunti pushing his people to work with the Free Fleet, Rick mixing the crews and Salchar keeping a weathered eye on things in case they went sideways.
There had been some issues, especially in engineering. There had been a lot of retraining. Some had accepted it and grown, others had stuck to their old ways and were now currently being pushed to other jobs.
Though the overall affect was good, more bodies meant more things got done faster. There was animosity, there was anger, but there was also the knowing that if they didn't work together, then they would die by the Kalu. A very sobering thought.
It was something that Salchar had pushed home, and probably why he had made Foshunti a ship commander as well as Commander Kelu of a newly minted battle cruiser. It had ruffled some feathers, but it had shown the ones on terms that it was possible to rise. Once those that received accommodations doubled their efforts, the grumbling seemed to fall away.
Many people had some gripes with Salchar, like working the crew too hard. They disliked how secretive he could be, or when he was too soft on people. Yet under that, the personnel of the Free Fleet trusted and respected him. He always seemed to have a plan, he always put his people first and if they were working twice as hard he was working four times as hard.
He was quiet about it, but those around him made sure that the fleet knew what their commander was up to.
Etil had met him once when he went to Nancy to be reunited with Silly, his other son.
Silly had been having a meeting with the commander, both of them just sort of hanging out as they sketched things out on a work table, LaRe was there in holographic form.
Salchar had a presence about him, maybe it was the blood red eyes, or the Avarian tough skin. He was intelligent, but he was also not a man to be crossed.
He had introduced himself and quickly left, even though he was the commander of the free fleet, he was not going to get in the way of a family reunion.
He had walked away with his two juggernaut body guards as Etil had been left with a question.
“Is Salchar a lonely man?” Etil asked Eddie. This gave his brother pause as he checked they were not in earshot of anyone.
“Think if you were a man leading a force, races of all types, followed by planets that rest solely on your carapace and knew that you were going towards a war that could take all that away. While he has friends and people he talks to, he is probably the loneliest man in the universe. At least Yasu is there to keep 'im in check!” Eddie said, something softer in his voice, despite the volume.
Etil nodded, feeling Eddie's eyes weigh him in a way he didn't expect. While Eddie was something of a free spirit, he was loyal to Salchar right out to his exoskeleton. The man had given him freedom, saved countless Kuruvians, and sent scouting fleets to find the Kuruvian home system. He actually listened to Eddie instead of shoving him away. Etil recognized something,—Paternal—about Eddie's look before his brother continued walking.
“So what do you think about the new inertial system?” Eddie asked.
“Damned impressive, I heard a rumour that you cooked it up from some records on the Kalu,” Etil said, turning the statement into a question.
“Some of it, the rest came from studyin' gravity plates in Hachiro and sum water critters,” Eddie said simply. “With the
nuclear acceleration system Felix is playing with. Well it became apparent that we were goin to break past the abilities of our inertia systems,” Eddie's manipulators went from casual acknowledgement to excitement.
“I'll say one thing, those humans do know how to light a fire under an old engineer’s backside!” Eddie's manipulators made Etil unsure if he should be scared, or feel sorry for whoever got in the way of whatever his brother and Felix were cooking up.
The future will be interesting no matter what, Etil thought, with his manipulators in an amused position.
Chapter Saying Hi to the neighbours
Bregend walked into his bridge, the heat of his shower still fresh on his skin. Nothing could take his mind off of his anxiety like pumping out some weights in the gym.
He clunked into his seat, everyone was wearing their powered armor. As they always did with every transition they made. There was no sense risking their lives if he didn't know what was on the other side.
“Generators projecting wormhole,” Wilma said from her position at the helm.
Bregend made to look to Mills, the man reading his mind before he’d even put eyes on him.
“We're green across the board, all ships,” Mills said.
“Good,” Bregend nodded, his captain’s chair harness locked to his powered armor as his fleet angled around the wormhole and entered it. He didn't want to slow down too much before entering it, it would mean less momentum on the other side.
A wormhole didn't just act as a gateway, once it was created it became a gravitational anomaly. One could use it like a planet to slingshot, or use it to slowly sink into its event horizon, coming out through the opposing wormhole in a straight line. If you were a damned skilled navigator and had the aid of an AI you could turn your ship coming out of a wormhole's event horizon. The calculations could only be performed by an AI of damned impressive abilities. No creature discovered yet could handle that kind of knowledge and thought processing at that speed.
“Emergence!” Wilma said as the sensation of passing through a wormhole disappeared.
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