“My brother didn’t kill her, she died in the MediPod—”
Furious, Jason took a step in closer. Restraining himself, he turned and glared at Dira, turned, and walked in the opposite direction. “I’ll be on The Lilly. Keep him off my ship.”
* * *
Jason had called for an 0600 staff meeting in his ready room. Standing at his cabin’s expansive porthole, he looked out at Earth. Looking bright and beautiful, it belied the reality of what was sure to come. How much time was there before individual time realms crossed into one another? Eventually the ensuing conflict and turmoil would progress on a massive scale. With hundreds, if not thousands, of different time references merging, the upheaval, deaths, and mass suffering on Earth would be in astronomical numbers. He needed to get down there and destroy those drones; every second wasted, lives most certainly will be lost. And what if the Caldurians returned before he had the chance to deactivate them? A scenario where the Caldurians took back the Minian and disrupted their attempts to remove the drones was unthinkable. Frustrated, Jason had to get down there today, right now. He heard people filing into the ready room and pulled himself away from the porthole. He entered the conference room and took his place at the head of the table.
“Some of you will be heading back to Allied space with The Lilly; others will be staying here as part of the assault team to deactivate the five Caldurian transmitter drones.”
“Ricket, what’s the status of your tests?”
“The drones do not have any inherent weaknesses. Their dynamic shielding can withstand an attack from multiple directions so there’s no way for an adversary to sneak up on them.”
“Are you saying they can’t be destroyed?” Jason asked him.
“No. We may have come up with an idea.”
“We?”
Ricket looked over to Billy and Orion, then back to Jason. “Actually, the idea came from Bristol.”
“Bristol?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you trust him? Five days ago he was involved in a raid on outpost warships. Why on earth would we trust—”
“It’s his idea or nothing, Cap,” Billy said. “Look, I don’t like the guy any more than you do. But he has a good idea and I think we should consider it.”
Jason noticed out of his peripheral vision that both Orion and Dira were nodding their heads. He’d been avoiding looking in Dira’s direction. “So? What’s his idea?” he asked.
Ricket continued, “We replicate five identical transmitter drones. Similar to the one I replicated on the Minian. If we do this correctly, we’ll position each one within several yards of a drone now situated on Earth. With luck, their presence won’t trigger a combative response. Once all five drones are in suitable alignments, we activate a simultaneous phase-shift.”
“Where will they go? Where will they phase-shift to?”
“Off-planet, somewhere into deep space. We were thinking about multiple programmed phase-shifts that will transfer them to the far reaches of the universe.”
Jason thought about the idea and had to admit it sounded like it could work.
“There are a few kinks we need to work out, Cap,” Billy said.
“Like what?”
“We have a general idea where the drones are located. They are stealthy, and we can’t pinpoint their locations any closer than a mile. So each drone will require a fairly rigorous search.”
“A search traversing multiple time references,” Ricket added.
“And once we do locate the drones?”
“We relay our position to the Minian and she maneuvers to within three thousand miles of our location. We then phase-shift each drone’s mate down from the Minian, one at a time.”
“Can’t we just take the drones along with us?” Jason asked.
“The drones are heavy, and anyway there’s isn’t sufficient cargo room in the shuttle to carry all five of them.”
“All right, we’ll go with the plan. Now let’s discuss our assault team. Billy, assemble ten of your best SEALs. Ricket, Orion, Dira, you’re all on the team. We’ll need rhino-warriors. Unfortunately, they’ve returned to Trumach, but I’ll talk to Traveler and see if he’ll join us one more time.”
“I’ll need two hours to produce and program the drones, Captain,” Ricket said.
“I’ll get to work on outfitting the team with multi-guns and upgraded battle suits,” Orion added.
“Okay, in three hours we meet back on the Minian. The Lilly will head back to Allied space. If there’s no more questions, let’s get to it.”
Chapter 9
Jason had to face reality. Nan was dead. Gone forever. And the feelings he’d tried to bury were catching up to him. His grief, masked in anger at both Bristol and Dira and the impossible drone situation on Earth, was quickly setting him up emotionally to explode like a powder keg. And with Mollie now sixty light years away, back in Allied space, his last true connection to Nan was gone.
Seconds after The Lilly disappeared through a newly-formed wormhole, an outpost Craing light cruiser emerged in its place. Earlier, Traveler and his rhino-warriors had returned to Trumach, their home world—a world free from the tyranny of the Craing. They’d returned to their mates and offspring. Now, with help from his father back on the Independence, Jason had tracked down Traveler. Happy to hear from Jason, Traveler explained how he had found Stands in Storm’s mate and her offspring, several young rhino males. After delivering the news of Stands in Storm’s honorable death in battle, Traveler had presented himself to her, as so obligated, to become her new mate, her provider. But the obligation was dismissed. Believing Stands in Storm dead, she had already found another mate to provide for them. And something else surprised Jason as he listened to the rhino’s deep voice.
“This place is no longer my home. I miss the land where the Furlong bear hunts, where the wolf howls at the moon. Captain, would you allow me and several of the other rhino-warriors to return to that place, to the habitat on board The Lilly?”
“Of course. You can return there whenever you wish. I do have one request, though.”
“Yes, Captain. The admiral has already spoken to me of your situation, the plight of your home planet. I would be honored to join you, to again fight at your side.”
Now, with the outpost cruiser secured alongside the Minian, Jason and Billy watched their friend exit through a mid-deck airlock. Traveler greeted them, ready for battle: a heavy hammer hung from a thick leather thong at his belt, and an energy weapon strapped to his left wrist. He wasn’t alone; Rustling Leaves followed close behind, and eight other rhino-warriors followed soon afterward.
* * *
Jason hadn’t had the opportunity to check out the Minian’s flight deck previously. He was surprised to see a fleet of one hundred royal blue two-man fighters, similar to the Pacesetter, and numerous shuttles all symmetrically lined up in parallel rows. There were also hundreds of smaller un-manned drone fighters, secured, with their wings collapsed, mounted in rows high up along the bulkheads. Equipment began to load onto the largest of the Minian’s shuttles, one nearly twice the size of the Epcot. There was a flurry of activity: SEALs stowing their packs and multi-guns; Ricket maneuvering equipment into place; several rhinos carrying extricated seats; and Dira, who’d abruptly brushed past him, carrying several large medical bags. He heard her say something under her breath about him cutting Bristol some slack.
Ricket emerged from the shuttle. Jason noticed he wasn’t wearing a battle suit. “We’re scheduled to leave in ten minutes, Ricket. You need to get into your battle suit.”
“Captain, deploying the drones from the Minian will be a fairly technical process. There may be a necessity to alter the code, or handle any number of issues on the fly.”
“We may have similar needs on the ground,” Jason replied.
“Undoubtedly, you will.”
It was then Jason noticed an awkward-looking member of the team hovering nearby. “That better not be who I think it is,�
� Jason spat. Both Dira and Orion, who had been conversing closer to the shuttle, turned to see what the commotion was about.
Ricket took a deep breath and brought his hands up in surrender. “I cannot be in two places at once, Captain. The only other person who has sufficient technical capabilities is Bristol. Please understand, these advanced drones are programmed not to be detected. Even with specialized equipment, you’ll need to get in close—even then, it will be hit or miss locating them.”
“I don’t want him on my team.”
“Would you trust him alone on the Minian, which will be operational within the next few days? I would be happy to switch places with him, but I don’t think that is the best course of action.”
Dira glared at Jason; behind her helmet’s visor, he could see her furrowed brow. Jason looked around and spotted Rizzo coming out of the shuttle.
“Rizzo!”
The young SEAL jogged over to Jason’s side, “Aye, sir?”
“See that guy over there? That’s Bristol.”
“Yes, sir. I know who he is.”
“You’re responsible for him for the duration of this mission. Where he goes, you go, and visa versa. Do you understand?” Jason could see Bristol was listening. “One more thing. If he does something to compromise this mission, or exhibits harmful action to another team member, you have my permission to shoot him.”
“Aye, Cap.”
That brought a laugh from Billy, taking hold of another seat being passed down to him from Traveler up in the shuttle. “Cap. Another small problem,” Billy said, making his way across the flight deck. He took a soggy stub of a cigar out of his mouth and looked at it.
“What’s that?”
“Even with the larger shuttle, there’s not enough room for everyone on board.”
Jason raised his eyebrows and gestured toward Bristol. “Leave the kid.”
“Still wouldn’t be enough room,” Billy replied. “Two people.”
Jason walked toward the other side of the flight deck and laid a hand on one of the fighters. “Other than Bristol, who wants to ride with me?”
Dira spun on her heels and walked in the other direction.
“I’ll ride with you, Cap,” Billy responded, still finding the situation funny.
“Huddle around, everyone,” Jason ordered. He waited for the team to move around him in a semi-circle. “AI, please provide a holographic representation of Earth.” When it appeared, Jason added, “Good, now expand it to four times that size.” He took a step forward and gave the now ten-foot-diameter projected model of Earth a gentle swipe, causing the planet to rotate on its axis.
“AI, show the five drones approximate locations.” One by one, their locations were indicated, by small expanding red rings over five continent positions.
“We’ll start here, the drone located in the southern part of the African continent. A few days ago the terrain would have been flat, fairly open—small trees and brush. Don’t expect that to necessarily hold true now. Anything is possible.”
Ricket made his way to the front of the crowd and looked up to the virtual model. “Your battle suits have been upgraded. HUDs have time-reference indicators.”
“What does that mean? How does that affect us?” Billy asked.
“It means you’ll always know the time period you’re inhabiting, based on modern Earth’s Gregorian Calendar—sometimes referred to as the Christian Calendar. You’ll want to keep an eye on the HUD’s displayed date. Things will change, depending on your specific location. And realize there isn’t any one single timeframe. The planet is in chaos—multiple time references, or realms of time, may and probably will coexist within any one hundred mile radius.”
Dira raised her hand and when Ricket acknowledged her, she asked, “So … will the landscape change? Like between one time frame and the next?”
“Good question, Dira. The short answer is probably. Until we’re actually down there, we won’t know the variable spectrum of time. It could be millions of years or thousands. The time flux currently being generated by the five drones makes sensor readings impossible to read,” Ricket added.
“Explain to them about the PTCC,” Jason said.
“It’s something I’ve developed and incorporated into your HUDs,” Ricket said. “As the captain mentioned, we call it a phase-time-comparator circuit. Or PTCC. Sorry, rhinos, you won’t have this functionality built into your wristband displays. I’m working on that.”
“So, what’s it do?” Billy asked.
“Go ahead and select PTCC from your main HUD sub-menu.”
Jason watched as everyone did as they were told.
“What it will do is allow for playback of previous timeframe visuals, based on current optic references. For example, I have set the parameters to exactly twenty days in the past. Now, as you look around viewing the current timeframe, either a smaller window, or a direct visual overlay, will display the corresponding visual timeframe of twenty days ago.”
“That’s flippin’ cool!” Rizzo announced, slowly turning around and, like the others, seeing the activity of the past displayed on his HUD. “I can see Caldurians. They’re doing something to that fighter over there,” he said, pointing to the fighter Jason stood next to.
“Understand this visual information may not be exact. It’s Caldurian technology and the visual information is pulled from the multiverse. All right, you can play with that function later. Orion, let’s talk weapons,” Jason said.
“Yes, Captain. You each have a sidearm, including the rhino-warriors—we’ve switched out the wrist weapons. These sidearms are similar to your multi-gun rifles; both guns have settings for plasma fire, rail-gun, and tracking micro-missiles. I’ll be spending time with each of you in small groups going over your sidearm and rifle weapon functionality. When I do, pay attention; your life and the lives of those who count on you will depend on it.”
“Thank you, Orion,” Jason said. “Your phase-shift belts function as they did in the past. Their phase-shift radius has been extended out to one hundred yards. Again, be mindful of where you’re phase-shifting to. You don’t want to phase-shift into the side of a mountain or into solid rock. Doing so would not kill you, since your matter would displace any other matter, but that might not be all that comfortable, as you’d probably be trapped, unable to move. Orion will be reviewing phase-shifting, along with weapon functionality.”
“You mentioned there are five drones. You should mention where else we are going,” Billy said.
“In addition to Africa, one is to a location within the North American continent, another to the South American continent, another to Asia, and one to Europe. It’s imperative that each one of you understands the importance of this mission. The drones on Earth need to be removed. Getting close to them is virtually impossible. So we’re bringing in identical drones from the Minian. With luck, they’ll be accepted by those other drones and allowed to saddle-up close. Once all five drones around the planet have been paired with a sister drone, they’ll be simultaneously phase-shifted off the planet. Any questions?”
Jason waited but no one said anything. “Good, we leave in one hour.”
Chapter 10
“I’m still uncomfortable with your being alone on the Minian,” Jason yelled above the noise of the fighter’s dual rear-mounted thrusters.
“The Lilly can be back here in minutes, or you can phase-shift via the shuttle or fighter in minutes, if necessary. There are multiple fighters on board, as well as drones. I believe I am safe here,” Ricket said.
“If the Caldurians return, and we know they eventually will, it’s still uncertain if the AI will take up a defensive position. After all, its original programming was developed to protect Caldurian interests.”
“Understood. In addition to getting the bridge and other key systems back online, I’ll have time to work on that aspect as well, Captain.”
Jason triggered the fighter’s canopy to close. Below, Ricket gave a short wave goodbye and h
eaded off the flight deck.
“He seems to know what he’s talking about,” Billy said, from his seat behind Jason.
“I’m just uncomfortable having Bristol along on this mission. Who knows what his motivations are. Hell, he could kill us all in our sleep.”
“We’ll watch him, Cap.”
Jason brought the fighter up off the flight deck and hovered there. The shuttle, which they decided to call the Magnum, was being piloted by Lieutenant Grimes. She’d been a last minute addition brought over from The Lilly. Other than, the fighter squadron’s commander, she was considered the best; some thought an even better pilot than Wilson.
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