Theogony 3: Terra Stands Alone

by Chris Kennedy

  “Yeah, they’re a lot bigger,” confirmed Tinman. “Trust me; you’re a lot happier that you can’t see what they’re shooting at us.” The ship rocked as another missile exploded close to them. “Last countermeasures pattern being used.” Normally he’d want to save some for the egress, but he’d had to use up all of them on the way in. There was just too much shit trying to kill them.

  “10 seconds to launch,” said Tinman, turning on the missile launch panel. “Master Armament panel is ‘on.’” He turned off the notifications he was receiving about missiles and lasers targeting his fighter. At this point, he was happier not knowing.

  Guppy continued to yank the fighter back and forth randomly, pulling even harder when he felt the anti-missile laser firing from underneath the craft. He didn’t know if it affected the targeting system of the laser, but if there were missiles close enough for it to fire, he wanted to be somewhere else.

  “Stand by for launch,” said Tinman as Guppy completed an especially violent maneuver. “Roll out!”

  Guppy obediently rolled the wings of the craft level, and the missiles received their targeting information. He saw the green light and pulled the trigger. The missiles launched, seemingly in slow motion.

  “Asp 08, Fox One!” Tinman called.

  The last missile came off, and Guppy began a pull to the left to get clear of the target area. It was too late; an anti-ship missile as big as a small frigate impacted the fighter, obliterating the smaller ship.

  * * * * *

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Bridge, TSS Vella Gulf, COROT-7 System, March 12, 2021

  “The dreadnought’s dead in space!” yelled the DSO. “The fighters did it!”

  “That’s great,” said Captain Sheppard. “Focus. Fight the ship.”

  “Yes, sir,” said the DSO, calming himself.

  “That’s odd,” interjected Steropes. “The Hooolong ship just swerved a little to port, but then resumed its heading toward the planet.”

  “Why would Smetlurge do that?” Captain Sheppard asked.

  “I do not know,” Steropes replied. “Just a second...Oh, I understand now.”

  “What?” Captain Sheppard asked.

  “I believe that they still intend to ram their ship into the planet,” Steropes explained; “however, on their original trajectory, they would have missed the replicator that is in orbit over the planet. On their new trajectory, they will drive straight through it on their way to hitting the main city on the planet.”

  “Will they destroy the planet?”

  “Probably not,” Steropes said, estimating the impact. “The Chicxulub asteroid that hit Mexico’s Yucatan peninsula was about six miles long, and it didn’t destroy the Earth, although it did make the dinosaurs go extinct. As the ship is smaller than the asteroid, it is unlikely that it will destroy the planet...but it will inflict severe devastation. It looks like they’re going to miss the capital by several miles, but that won’t make much difference to the Drakuls there.”

  Drakon, COROT-7 System, March 12, 2021

  The Overlord stared at the tactical plot. “What is that ship doing?” he asked. It had originally looked like it was going to try to hold off the Home Fleet by itself, so that the Archons could run away. According to his senior advisors, the Archons would have had to start running a long time ago in order to have a chance of avoiding the Home Fleet. They had no chance of making it out of the system now. They were his...and he expected to have Archon for dinner tonight. Whatever the dreadnought was doing was a side show; there was no way that it could expect to hold off, much less defeat, the ships arrayed against it.

  “Overlord!” exclaimed the admiral who led the High Command. “You need to go to the bunker. I believe that the dreadnought intends to ram the planet.”

  “What?” asked the Overlord. “What does he hope to accomplish with that?”

  “I do not understand the food source’s thought processes,” the admiral replied, “but its trajectory impacts the planet just outside the capital. I expect that the crew of the dreadnought is hoping to kill you.”

  “It must be stopped!” shouted the Overlord. “I will not allow the food source to damage our planet. All ships are to stop what they are doing and destroy that ship!”

  “Do you mean all of the ships involved in combat at the stargate, or just the ships of the Home Fleet?” asked the admiral, who had learned to ensure that he followed the Overlord’s directives to the letter. His two predecessors had been less meticulous, making his ascent to his current position possible.

  “I mean every ship of the fleet!” screamed the Overlord. “Every ship in our fleet is to chase that ship down and destroy it before it can hit our planet! Do it now!”

  “Yes, Overlord,” the admiral said with a mental sigh. It was too bad, he thought. We had the battle at the stargate won.

  Bridge, TSS Vella Gulf, COROT-7 System, March 12, 2021

  “They’re not going to catch the Hooolongs,” judged the DSO. “I don’t know why they broke off the battle; they can’t catch the Hooolong’s Revenge.”

  “They’re not?” asked Captain Sheppard. “What about the second fleet?”

  “I don’t think that the second fleet is going to be able to stop the Hooolongs, either,” determined the DSO. “The ship is going so fast now that it’s going to blow right through their missile and laser envelopes. They’ll get a chance to shoot at the Revenge, but I don’t think it will be enough to stop it.”

  “The Hooolong’s Revenge is transmitting to the fleet,” announced the communications officer.

  “On screen,” said Captain Sheppard.

  Smetlurge appeared on the front screen wearing a uniform. With no shoulders, his insignia flowed down his side. Whatever rank he was dressed as had a lot of stars.

  “As a race, our time is over,” he transmitted. “3,000 years ago, it took the selfless devotion of a race to eradicate the Drakul menace the first time. The Eldives gave their lives to make sure that the Drakuls were destroyed. Unfortunately, the Drakuls were allowed back into our universe, and now a similar sacrifice is necessary. We do this for you, that the universe may be a better place, and that no other race might have this stain on their hands. When you remember the Hooolongs, please remember us well.”

  “10 seconds until the Hooolongs impact the replicator,” Steropes noted. “Five... Four... Three... Two... What the...?”

  “What?” asked Captain Sheppard. “What happened?”

  “The impact didn’t happen the way it should have,” Steropes said. “It was almost like the Hooolong ship ate its way through the replicator...the impact was far less than it should have been. The replicator is following the ship down toward the planet, as if there had been an impact, but it was weird...”

  “Weird how?” asked Captain Sheppard, starting to get frustrated with Steropes’ lack of information.

  “Well, it was almost like the ship was pulling the replicator along, and not that the ship actually hit the replicator,” replied Steropes. He paused and then said, “Black hole! They set off a black hole device and are going to hit the planet with it!”

  “What?” asked Captain Sheppard. “A black hole? You mean like the black hole we set off on Olympos?”

  “Just like that,” replied Steropes. “No...this one is even bigger. I don’t know if this one will go out on its own...we might want to back up from the planet even more.”

  “Back up?” asked Captain Sheppard. “Aren’t we already a lot further back than we were for the one that was set off at Olympos?”

  “We are,” agreed Steropes; “however, this black hole is bigger than the one that we set off on Olympos. I don’t know what the Hooolongs have done; this one may not self-extinguish. Smetlurge was their preeminent weapons scientist, and it appears that he has done something to the design of the weapon, or has set off several of them simultaneously. I can only postulate that he hoped that the black hole would last long enough to eat the replicator and still make it down t
o the planet.”

  “Is it going to catch the Drakul fleet?”

  “That is unknown at this time,” replied Steropes. “If they keep chasing him, it will be very difficult for them to get away.”

  “Well, at least we know what he was talking about when he said the stain would be on their hands,” Captain Sheppard said. “I guess the implication is that what we did to Olympos isn’t going to look very good on our record once all is said and done.”

  “That is true for some of the minor races,” Steropes said. “Many will fear you for having done it. The Archons, however, will likely see you as a race that is not afraid to make the hard decisions, or to do what must be done. The Mrowry will be less enthusiastic, because their population is afraid of the device. On the good side, the Aesir will love it. They were the first race to come up with an expression along the lines of ‘an iron fist in a velvet glove.’ They are not afraid to use force when it is required...and sometimes when it’s not.”

  He paused before adding, “The universe is filled with races that would rather run and cower than make a difficult decision and follow through. You will be seen as a race that is willing to do its part. There may be some skittishness that such a young race has possession of the bomb and has shown a willingness to use it, but others will approve.”

  Captain Sheppard shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t matter; what’s done is done. What was it that Stalin said? ‘A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic?’”

  “I don’t know if he was ever proven to have said that,” replied Steropes; “however, when he was asked how long he intended to continue killing people, he said, ‘As long as it is necessary.’ With the Drakuls, that quote goes a long way.”

  “Holy shit,” mumbled the DSO. “The black hole just went off, and the Drakuls are gone. With the exception of the unpowered dreadnought off the starboard bow, they’re all gone.”

  * * * * *

  Epilogue

  Clowder Rock, Grrrnow, 61 Virginis, May 15, 2021

  “Oooooh,” Princess Merrorritor said as Calvin pulled the rod out of his backpack. The rod glowed a bright cherry red. “That’s pretty! What else is it going to do?”

  “I don’t know,” Calvin said. “I wasn’t told what would happen once I brought it here, only to find rock formations like this one and bring the rod to them. The alien that gave me the rod said that I would know what to do.”

  “Do you?” she asked.

  “Do I what?” Calvin replied.

  “Do you know what you’re supposed to do, you silly,” she asked.

  “If it was supposed to just flash into my head,” Calvin said, “I must have missed it.” He turned the rod around in his hands and inspected it thoroughly. The only thing that seemed different was that one of the buttons was now glowing, too.

  “Maybe you should push that button,” the princess suggested. “Was it glowing before?”

  “No, the button didn’t glow before now,” Calvin replied. “I’m going to push it, but before I do, I’d like you to move back a little ways, in case something bad happens.”

  The princess laughed. “You really are silly,” she said. “A computer that is millions of years beyond you gives you something, and you’re worried that it’s going to hurt us? If the computer had wanted to kill you, or even just to hurt you, couldn’t it have done that to you while you were on its planet? Why would it send you on a quest, just to kill yourself?” She laughed again. “Daddy is right; you humans are funny.”

  Calvin’s face went a little red at having his wisdom chastised by a child. “When you put it that way,” he said, “it does seem a little silly. Still...could you just move back a couple of steps, just in case?”

  The princess sighed but moved a few paces away. She growled in frustration; now she couldn’t see as well. “I moved,” she said, tapping her foot as Calvin continued to look at the rod. It seemed warmer, but he couldn’t tell if its temperature had risen, or if he was just imagining it.

  “Are you going to push the button, or just look at it all day?” She looked around. “We’re going to have to go soon, or it will be dark before we get back. We’ll be in trouble if we aren’t back in time for dinner, too.”

  “OK,” Calvin said, “Stop bugging me. I’m pushing it now.” He pushed the button, holding the rod at arms’ length. The glow faded.

  “That’s it?” asked the princess in disappointment. “It didn’t do anything.”

  Calvin looked at the rod more closely. It looked the same as it had before the trip to Clowder Rock, except...“Hey, there’s a new symbol glowing on it,” he said. The symbol was located next to the button he had pressed, in between the button and the end of the rod. It looked like two wavy lines, one on top of the other.

  “What does that mean?” the princess asked.

  “No idea,” Calvin replied. “Maybe Steropes will be able to interpret the symbol.”

  “Well that’s lame,” said the princess with a sniff.

  They walked back toward the house, the princess asking questions throughout. Once she decided that Calvin really didn’t know any more about the rod than what he had told her, she started asking questions about what life was like on Earth, and if there were any fun animals to hunt.

  As they rounded the final bend in the pathway, Calvin almost ran into Steropes, who was hurrying to meet them. “You have a visitor,” he said. “An Aesir is here to see you.”

  “I love the Aesir!” the princess said. “They are so much fun! Well, they’re not really very much fun at all, when you first meet them. They’re all boring and...distant...yeah, that’s the word daddy uses. They’re all boring and distant when you first meet them, but after you get to know them, they can do sooooo many cool things. They are so much fun...even if they are still kind of distant.”

  Steropes held up a hand to get the princess to stop. “The princess is correct in that the Aesir do tend to keep to themselves,” he said. “Even at the height of the alliance, they only interacted when they needed to, and foreigners weren’t welcomed on their planets. They are a very honorable and peaceful society, but they are also very private. It is extremely rare for one to come here; his mission must be of the utmost importance.”

  “In that case,” said Calvin, “we ought to quit wasting time and get back so we can find out what it’s all about.” He began walking toward the emperor’s estate house. As Calvin looked toward it, he saw the Aesir come out and begin walking in long strides toward them. He looked humanoid in appearance, although shorter and thinner than was normal for a Terran. The Aesir’s pale green skin was a giveaway that the creature was definitely not a Terran.

  “Oh,” said Steropes added, “there’s one other thing that you should probably know about the Aesir before meeting them...”

  Calvin saw one of the Aesir’s ears, poking through the long blonde hair that he had drawn up in a ponytail. The ear was very definitely pointed.

  “...they’re elves.”

  # # # # #

  1st Platoon, Alpha Company, 1st Battalion of the 1st Regiment

  Terran Space Force

  Commanding Officer Lieutenant Commander Shawn ‘Calvin’ Hobbs, USN

  Executive Officer Captain Paul ‘Night’ Train, USA

  Space Force

  Space Force Leader Master Chief Petty Officer Ryan O’Leary, USN

  Squad ‘A’ Leader Staff Sergeant Patrick ‘The Wall’ Dantone, USA

  Fire Team ‘1’ Leader Sergeant Park ‘Wraith’ Ji-woo, ROK Army

  Laserman Sergeant Mark ‘Hoppy’ Hopper, USA

  Laserman Sergeant Margaret ‘Witch’ Andrews, British Army

  Laserman Petty Officer David Levine, Israeli Navy

  Laserman Corporal Jimmy ‘Colonel’ Sanders, USA

  Fire Team ‘2’ Leader Corporal John ‘Mr.’ Jones, USA

  Laserman Petty Officer Second Class Ivan Sherkov, Russian Navy

  Laserman ‘Bob’ Bobellisssissolliss, Domus

  Laserman ‘D
oug’ Dugelllisssollisssesss, Domus

  Laserman Corporal Irina Rozhkov, Russia

  Laserman Corporal John ‘Jet’ Li, USA

  Fire Team ‘3’ Leader Sergeant Kostyantyn Tereshchenko, Russian Navy

  Laserman Corporal Askhat Karimov, Kazakhstani SUNKAR Unit

  Laserman Vice Sergeant Ismail Al-Sabani, Royal Saudi Navy

  Laserman Leading Seaman Abdul Wazir, Indian Navy

  Medic Corporal Ray “Doc” Jones, USA

  Ground Force

  Ground Force Leader Master Gunnery Sergeant Joan Kinkead, USMC

  Squad ‘B’ Leader Staff Sergeant Michael Burke, USA

  Fire Team ‘1’ Leader Sergeant Alka Zoromski, Polish Army

  Laserman Corporal Craig Cuillard, Domus

  Laserman Corporal John Stump, Domus

  Laserman Corporal Weldon Owens, Domus

  Laserman Havildar Rajesh ‘Mouse’ Patel, Indian COBRA

  Laserman Havildar Ali Buzdar, Pakistani Army

  Fire Team ‘2’ Leader Sergeant Gordhain MacKenzie, British Army

  Laserman Corporal Jamal ‘Bad Twin’ Gordon, USA

  Laserman Corporal Austin ‘Good Twin’ Gordon, USA

  Laserman Corporal Patrick ‘Dreamer’ Hall, USA

  Laserman Corporal Flynn Westbrook, USA

  Fire Team ‘3’ Leader Staff Sergeant Steve Randolph, German Army

  Sniper Corporal Steve ‘Tiny’ Johnson, USA

  Spotter Corporal Mike ‘BTO’ Bachmann, USA

  Ninja Sergeant Hattori ‘Yokaze’ Hanzo, Japan Self-Defense Force

  Medic Corporal Paige Julia Lawrence, Israeli Army

  Space Fighter Squadron-1

  CO Lieutenant Commander Shawn ‘Calvin’ Hobbs, USN

  XO Lieutenant Commander Sarah Brighton, RAF