Avalon Trilogy: Castle Federation Books 1-3: Includes Space Carrier Avalon, Stellar Fox, and Battle Group Avalon

by Glynn Stewart

  “Coffee is fine, sir,” Solace said primly. “Black, please.”

  “Of course,” Senior Fleet Commander Sanchez agreed before bowing herself out of the Vice Admiral’s office.

  Dimitri gestured for Solace to have a seat. After a moment’s hesitation, the Commander obeyed.

  “Commander Sanchez wasn’t clear why you wanted to see me, sir,” she said after a moment. While Sanchez and Solace were both Senior Fleet Commanders, and Solace could certainly tell Sanchez to take a hike, she couldn’t do the same to the Admiral.

  The steward thankfully arrived before Dimitri had to answer Solace’s implied question, delivering two cups, a carafe, and a small jar of the wildflower honey the Vice Admiral himself preferred. After the young man withdrew, Tobin picked up the cup – sweetened to the perfect level as the young man was one of the few carry-overs from Corona.

  “May I be frank with you, Commander Solace?”

  “You’re the Admiral, sir.”

  Translation: I can’t tell you what to do, but this whole interview is making me uncomfortable. Solace communicated better with intonations on the word ‘sir’ than Dimitri had seen some people manage with hundred page essays.

  “What is your impression of Captain Roberts?” Dimitri finally asked, figuring that cutting to the chase was probably easiest. “Having reviewed both of your records, well, it would appear that you are more qualified for his role than he is.”

  “It is not my place to speak to my Captain’s qualifications, sir,” Solace told him, her voice calm.

  “Commander, I’m not asking you to speak to his qualifications,” he replied. “Just… your impressions. I’ve been asked to take a Flag Captain who’s on his first major command. I am… concerned.”

  Solace was quiet for a few moments. Dimitri couldn’t read her. He knew he wasn’t as intuitive as some other officers he’d served with, and for a moment he wished he had a little bit more of that gift. He could have just accidently offended one of his key officers.

  “Sir, your question skirts the limits of what is appropriate to ask of an officer,” she said finally. “I understand your concern. I will admit to sharing it, as this is a powerful vessel, an unusual first command.

  “But while I may have concerns about Captain Roberts’ experience, I do not question his qualifications. Captain Kyle Roberts earned his planet winning a battle I do not believe another could have. He is a hero, and earned a command the hardest way possible.”

  Dimitri smiled grimly. Apparently backbone wasn’t going to be in short supply aboard his flagship.

  “All of that said, Commander,” he said quietly, “do you think he’s worthy of Avalon?”

  “I don’t know if he’s worthy, Admiral,” Solace replied, “but I do know this: he’s earned the right to be judged for his actions and not your fears, sir.”

  Dimitri raised his coffee cup in the ancient touché symbol. She had a point. There were those who blamed him for the extent of the losses at Midori – and his superiors judged him to have done the best he could. Roberts was owed a similar allowance.

  “Thank you, Commander,” he told her. “Your sense of loyalty is appreciated – and I think you may be wiser than I. I appreciate your insight.”

  She nodded stiffly.

  “Is there anything else, Vice Admiral?” she asked. “If we are to leave with the convoy in seventeen hours, there are munitions and supplies we need from the surface. Captain Roberts and I are pulling together a list, but our time is limited.”

  Dimitri gestured her out, and returned her salute crisply as the tall woman exited his office as stiffly as she’d entered.

  The Vice Admiral shook his head. It was hard to be certain if Roberts had managed to inspire his XO’s loyalty in a week, or if Solace had had the stick inserted before she arrived. Either way, she was right. He shouldn’t be judging Captain Roberts based on fear, but on the man’s actions.

  With a sigh, he glanced at the coffee tray. Shaking his head with a chuckle, he returned to his work.

  Solace hadn’t even touched her coffee.

  11

  Castle System, Castle Federation

  19:00 December 17, 2735 Earth Standard Meridian Date/Time

  DSC-078 Avalon, CAG’s Office

  For a man used to riding fire at four or five hundred gravities, the current pace of the convoy was excruciating. While the capital ships of Battle Group Seventeen could maintain two hundred and thirty gravities or more, the civilian ships were uniformly rated for Tier One acceleration – barely sixty gravities.

  At this pace, it was going to take most of a day to reach a space where the convoy could bring on their Alcubierre drives.

  The only positive of the convoy’s lack of speed, in Michael Stanford’s considered opinion, was that since they were still in-system when his last note from Senior Fleet Commander Kelly Mason had told him she’d be going off duty. Of course, they were already far enough away to need to use the Q-Com, but the Navy had always been generous with access time outside of combat operations.

  Entering his request into the system flipped the orientation of the array of quantum-entangled particles in the heart of the ship linked to a matching set of particles aboard the switchboard station orbiting Castle. The first signal sent was a routing instruction, and the station linked up that sub-set of Avalon’s entangled particles to another set, linked to a set of entangled particles aboard the cruiser Sunset. A reinvention of the ancient concept of the switchboard allowed the inherently two-point communication method of quantum entanglement to connect any points linked into the network.

  The voluptuous blond woman who’d snuck into his heart on the old Avalon answered as soon as his call connected.

  “Michael,” she greeted him with a smile. “How’s Avalon? The rumor mill had you in that whole mess at Gawain.”

  Michael shook his head. Of course, that was going to be the first thing to come up.

  “We were,” he admitted. “It was definitely a mess. None of our pilots were lost, though the Imperials took some hits. I can’t say much more, and you know it.”

  “Fair enough, love,” she told him with a smile. “I’m glad you’re okay. Any chance of grabbing dinner before you guys ship out?”

  A spike of disappointment hit Michael, and he sighed with a shake of his head.

  “I see the rumor mill isn’t entirely perfect,” he observed. “We got ordered to escort a freighter convoy – urgent enough we aren’t even getting our fifth starship! We’re already shipping out.”

  “Damn,” Kelly frowned. Her obvious disappointment, oddly enough, made Michael feel a bit better, and he smiled softly at her.

  “We knew this was coming,” he reminded her. “We are at war, after all.”

  “I hoped we’d both be assigned to Avalon,” she admitted. “But then it makes sense you’d get Kyle or me, not both.” She shook her head. “Solace left this ship in pristine condition. All I’m doing so far is following in her shoes – half the time, if I have a question, she has a note somewhere. The woman is brilliant.”

  “So I should not try to sneak anything past her?” Michael asked brightly.

  “If she missed it, Kyle wouldn’t,” Kelly pointed out. “Do try not to get yourself in too much trouble.”

  “They sent me Rokos,” Avalon’s CAG replied. “If I get in any trouble, he’ll get me out of it.”

  “Lucky you. Though we had some luck of our own – guess who our newest Flight Commander is?”

  It took Michael a moment to think of who among the Flight Commanders they’d both worked with would make Kelly specifically call them out, and then he remembered a certain promotion.

  “You got Williams?”

  “We got Williams,” Mason confirmed. Flight Commander Michelle Williams had flown under Michael on Avalon and, among other duties and missions, had saved Kyle Roberts’ life. Michael figured he still owed the pilot for that.

  “Did a certain Nurse-Lieutenant come along then?” Nurse-Lieu
tenant Angela Alverez, at Michael’s last contact with Williams, been the younger officer’s girlfriend.

  “Nurse-Lieutenant Commander Alverez has apparently been sent back to school by the wisdom of the Navy,” his girlfriend replied. “Apparently, she came out of the drive failure bound and determined to upgrade herself to doctor. Not something the Navy pushes people to do, I don’t think, but no one is complaining either.”

  “Good for her,” Stanford said cheerfully. “I guess you and Michelle can commiserate about being away from your lovers.” He paused. “In public, perhaps?”

  Kelly just laughed at him. He gloried in that laugh and smiled cheerfully at her.

  “Keep an eye on her for me, will you?” he finally asked. “I’ll admit to still feeling a bit paternal her way.”

  “I will,” she promised. “You keep an eye on Roberts. I want to see both of you back here soon, you hear me, Vice Commodore?”

  “Your wish is my command, Senior Fleet Commander.”

  20:00 December 17, 2735 ESMDT

  DSC-078 Avalon, Captain’s Office

  “Master Chief, have a seat,” Kyle instructed his carrier’s senior non-commissioned officer as the woman entered his office. “With everything going on, we really haven’t had time to sit down and chat. Beer?”

  “Sure,” Cardea Belmonte replied. The Bosun was a hefty woman rivaling Kyle’s height and width with pure white, short-cropped, hair. There was only one higher non-commissioned rank in the Castle Federation Space Navy, and Belmonte had been a Master Chief Petty Officer for twelve years.

  He was lucky to have her, and gladly slid one of the beers from the mini-fridge he’d setup in his office across the desk as she took a seat. Belmonte, Marshall Hammond, and Peng Wa were the three senior NCO’s aboard the ship, and Belmonte was the only one he didn’t know well. He eyed her carefully as she opened the beer and leaned back.

  “How are you finding Avalon so far, Bosun?” he asked.

  “She’s a damned fine ship,” Belmonte replied. “You lucked out with Wong, I’d say – that man seems to have a gift for getting more out of everything than even I would expect.”

  “He always did,” Kyle agreed. “Without that man, I’m not sure we would have managed to fly the old Avalon home under her own power. He pulled a few miracles out for me on the old lady.”

  “I was surprised they split the old crew up as much as they did,” the Bosun told him. “Rumor had the plan being to use them as cadre.”

  “Timing was everything,” he admitted. “We decommissioned early, for obvious reasons, so that left her crew available at a point when Vice Admiral Kane needed people to back-fill holes on a dozen ships. I think Command also didn’t want both an inexperienced Captain and an inexperienced XO.”

  He wouldn’t have explained that much to most NCOs, for obvious reasons, but as the Bosun Belmont was the Captain’s left hand as much as the XO was the right hand. The smallest thing could be relevant to her job.

  “How’s morale?” he asked after taking another sip of his own beer. “Our response to that attack… we did everything right, but we still lost four ships.”

  “Rumor spreads fast on a warship, Captain,” she replied dryly. “I doubt there’s anyone aboard who doesn’t know exactly how large a strip you ripped off the Lord Captain. That probably helped morale more than the Imperials’ screw-up hurt it.”

  Kyle shook his head. “That’s really not something that should be common knowledge,” he observed.

  “This is true,” Belmonte admitted. “I’ll admit it did enough for crew morale I didn’t look too hard into how it leaked.”

  “Fair, I suppose,” he allowed. “While I think I will refrain from taking official notice, I would ask that you have a quiet word with the source. Leaking details of the Captains’ conferences isn’t something I can turn a blind eye to, Bosun. This was relatively minor, all things considered, but…”

  “I agree. I will make sure a word lands in the right ears,” she promised. “I was more concerned about morale, to be honest. Stopping rumors on a warship isn’t easy.”

  Kyle took another drink and considered Belmonte.

  “How’s the ship’s crew dealing with the Admiral’s staff?” he finally asked. There was always some friction, but he needed to be sure it didn’t impact efficiency.

  “Better than usual,” she replied. “By and large everything’s running smoothly, though there has been a couple of fistfights. Broken up before we had to get the Marshall involved, thankfully.”

  “Fights, Bosun?” Kyle asked carefully. “That’s not ‘running smoothly’.”

  “Well…” she paused and shrugged. “Some of the Admiral’s people may have made derogatory comments about you, sir, to which our people took offense. No one was injured, and the crew being willing to defend your honor is generally a positive thing.”

  With a laugh, Kyle shook his head again.

  “Then I shall refrain from official notice again,” he told her. “No other issues I should be aware of, unofficially or otherwise?”

  “None so far,” Belmonte said firmly. “I’ve got a good handle on our people, both Wa and Hammond are easy to work with, and JD-Personnel got a relatively good crew.”

  “Working well with the XO?” Kyle asked. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of Solace himself. She was competent enough, but he still got the statue a lot more often than the woman. Part of him wanted to know her story – but the rest of him was all too aware it was her story, and he had no right to it unless it impacted the ship.

  “Commander Solace is one of the better executive officers I’ve worked with, sir,” the Bosun replied. “We’ve been working together closely to get everything in order. The woman has a wicked sense of humor that’s been a joy while dealing with the rush to commission.”

  “She does?” Kyle asked in surprise.

  The look Belmonte gave him in response was one he’d seen from senior NCO’s before. It was the ‘you’re being an idiot, sir, but I can’t tell you that’ look.

  “You are her Captain, sir,” she pointed out finally. “Some decorum is probably needed.”

  Kyle could also tell that Belmonte wasn’t telling him everything. He trusted the Bosun, however, to tell him anything actually necessary to run the ship.

  He half-saluted the Bosun with his beer.

  “Despite appearances, Master Chief, I am somewhat aware of decorum. Another beer?”

  12

  Deep Space, En route to Amaranthe System

  04:30 December 19, 2735 Earth Standard Meridian Date/Time

  DSC-078 Avalon, Bridge

  Kyle heard feminine laughter coming from the bridge as he wandered down the corridor. It was roughly two hours short of when he was supposed to be on duty, but he hadn’t been able to sleep. They were only a day and a half out of Amaranthe, and while he’d never been there, he had history with the system.

  He wasn’t entirely unused to nightmares, but that didn’t make it easier to sleep.

  In the middle of the ship’s night, while under Alcubierre Drive, there were minimal demands of the watch on duty. He wasn’t overly surprised to walk in and find Commander Maria Pendez and Senior Fleet Commander Mira Solace sitting together at the navigation station with their heads together like schoolgirls.

  Technically, there was supposed to be at least a Petty Officer on duty with them, but his implant had already informed him that Solace had sent Petty Officer Second Class Helena Sheach to the Infirmary with a bad case of stomach cramps.

  He paused for a moment, taking in the unaccustomed sight of Solace acting like something other than a completely professional officer. Kyle had no idea what the two women were looking at, but it was clearly amusing both of them.

  Pendez said something, causing Solace to laugh aloud, then glanced back at the door and saw Kyle. She was immediately on her feet, reaching for the uniform jacket casually thrown across her console.

  “At ease, Maria,” Kyle told her with a laugh. “It’s
not even five in the morning, you can relax.”

  Solace stood up slightly less precipitously than her junior, but both women were on their feet facing him and he sighed.

  “I couldn’t sleep,” he told them. “I can also do my paperwork from here, so if one or both of you wants to get some sleep early, you can consider yourselves relieved.”

  “Are you all right?” Solace asked. She looked more relaxed than he’d seen her yet, and her dark eyes seemed warmer than usual as she regarded him.

  “I’m fine,” he said, somewhat more shortly than he meant to. “Won’t impact the ship, just couldn’t sleep.”

  Solace stiffened at his dismissal. Still more human than ebony statue, but still…

  “Get some sleep, Commander,” he said quietly. “I just… I have history with Amaranthe. It’s personal.”

  “Understood, sir,” she answered, some of the stiffness leaking out of her. “With your permission, Captain, I think I will take you up on your offer. I have a meeting with Commander Wong at eleven hundred, and I’d like more than four hours of sleep before discussing fuel requirements for antimatter reactors.”

  “Dear gods, I let you schedule yourself for that?” Kyle asked, his concern only partially feigned. “Go, go! Sleep!”

  That seemed to buy him a little bit less statue, and Solace was smiling as she nodded to both of them and slipped off the bridge.

  Kyle interfaced with the computer as he carefully walked over to the command chair, checking the status of all the systems. If more was going on, he might have asked Solace for a report, but deep in warped space, very little could happen.

  And the bad things, well, there tended to be very little anyone could do. Everyone on the old Avalon’s bridge had died when their Stetson stabilizers had failed and flooded the outside of the ship with deadly radiation.

  He glanced over at Pendez, who’d returned her gaze to her console.