Knights of the Chosen (Spirit of Empire, Book Two)

by Lawrence P White

  “You know that everyone in this room is a hero, that each plays a crucial part in restoring my Empire. Did you know that without you and your men, our task would not succeed?”

  “There’s always a way, Your Majesty. Reba’s Raiders play an important role, but we’re just one cog in a big wheel. That’s always the way of the military.”

  “You speak true, Colonel. What you might not understand is the role you play in the timing. Your small group of warriors have given the rest of us the means to stop this horror before it becomes entrenched. Without you, we would be years, and possibly hundreds of years, behind. Without you, it is entirely possible that the Chessori influence would spread unchecked throughout the galaxy, leaving the Empire and the Rebels to be minions of this species we know so little about. You have saved uncounted lives.”

  “We have a long way to go.”

  “We fight on two fronts, General. My first instinct after the coup was to reestablish the Empire. Little did I know that in the long run, restoring the Empire was only a second priority. The first was, and still is, staying free of this horror we call Chessori. You and the others from Earth are our only means of preventing their takeover.”

  “In that case, I guess I’ve been too close to the trees to see the forest. Do you understand the idiom?”

  “I understand it very well. We will take steps to remedy that oversight. But first, let me say, officially and personally, thank you. Thank you for everything you have done in my name, and be welcome to the Empire.”

  “I thank you on behalf of my men, Your Majesty.”

  She took his arm in hers. “Let me introduce you to the others here. You met my First Knight, Michael Carver, before he left Earth with his Protectors. You also know Admirals Chandrajuski and Seeton, and you’ve spent months with Sir Val and Lady Rebecca. I’m told that you also know Colonel Dace, the head of my Terran Protectors?”

  Waverly grinned to Josh. “I thought all Protectors were Great Cats?”

  “They are. We’re just backing them up. It’s good to see you, Jim. Looks like we chose well with you.”

  “Next is Sir Otis, Knight of the Realm,” she continued, indicating Otis.

  “Lady Rebecca told me about you, Sire,” Waverly said as he greeted Otis. “I am honored to meet you. You’re the first Great Cat I’ve met.”

  “The honor is mine, Colonel. Your exploits have been . . . quite remarkable. Legends will be written and sung about this war someday. Your name will hold a place of honor in them.”

  “I’m told your men are waiting outside,” Ellie said. “I would be honored if you will present them to me.” She drew a ceremonial robe about her shoulders, then fiddled for a few moments with a crown. While she did, Waverly had a few words with Otis and Josh. He had armed men stationed about the port, and he did not want anyone getting shot by the Queen’s Protectors. Ellie took Waverly’s arm and led him to the ramp. Her Protectors moved to the front, but Ellie called them back. Though against all the rules, no one would precede her and Waverly down the ramp on this special occasion.

  As they stepped to the ground, a loud command of “Atten-hut!” followed closely by “Present Arms!” sounded. Ninety-six Raiders created a corridor for the Queen to walk through, two ranks of twenty-four men lining each side of a red carpet leading to her skimmer, all holding assault weapons in the present-arms position. Mike and Otis followed directly behind the Queen, followed by Val and Reba. Seeton and Chandrajuski, his long neck towering above everyone, came next, then the Protectors spread out to both sides for security. Invisible to all but Waverly and the Protectors, snipers and spotters from Waverly’s forces manned every rooftop and nearby ship.

  Ellie stopped after only a few paces and turned to Waverly. “Many of them are wounded, Jim.”

  “All of them are wounded, Your Majesty.”

  “And I’ve kept them waiting all this time? I’m sorry. If it is not contrary to your custom, I would meet each of them.”

  “Thank you, Your Majesty. If you don’t mind, I’ll keep you moving right along. As you said, they’re walking wounded.” She spent the next forty-five minutes inspecting the troops. Waverly kept her moving, but he knew what every soldier had been through, and he recounted brief exploits for her before each one. She graciously offered words of appreciation and laid a hand on each one of them.

  She and Mike spent the rest of the day with Waverly and Seeton, intending to tour the battlefields. Their first stop was Seeton’s sector headquarters. Her skimmer stopped a hundred meters in front of the deserted building, and everyone just stared at it while her Protectors deployed from their own skimmers. The grounds surrounding the building had become a wasteland. The left front corner of the building was essentially demolished, but gaping holes and rubble adequately described what was left of the front and sides.

  “Six men held this place?” she wondered with a hint of incredulity in her voice.

  Seeton corrected her. “It was really five incredible soldiers and one frightened, very green admiral, Your Majesty.”

  “It’s what Reba’s Raiders do, Your Majesty,” Waverly added. “Ray’s ships played a big part in it.”

  She continued to stare at the building, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Then she just got out of the skimmer, tossed her robe and crown on the seat, and started walking through the blasted grounds toward the building. She knew right where she wanted to go and led everyone up to the second floor, turned right, and went down to the corner. It was completely open to the outside.

  She neared the edge of the missing floor and bent down to pick up a piece of paper laying in the rubble.

  She looked at it, then handed it to Waverly. “A memento, Jim. You freed a world, and you saved the senior officers in this building in the process.”

  “I was one of those saved, Your Majesty,” Seeton said. “Actually, Waverly saved the world, and Trexler won the battle in space. He did it without leaving his bed.”

  “So I heard. Reba says it was . . . difficult for the sailors in the fleet.”

  “I’m certain it was, but the outcome was never in doubt. I expect you will be hearing a lot of personal stories during the coming days.”

  “Then let’s get started.”

  * * * * *

  That night she received the Raiders in a formal ceremony in the governor’s mansion. 341 Raiders sat on both sides of a center isle in the cavernous room. Behind them a number of hospital beds held the more seriously wounded that could be moved. When she was announced, everyone who could stand came to attention. Ellie strode the length of the center isle and took her place in the elevated seat at the front of the room. Her Knights followed to stand to her left and right.

  She spoke clearly. “Besides myself and my Knights, there are no other Empire officials here in this room. Tonight is just for you Raiders. Tonight I take the opportunity to say ‘thank you.’ I have been told that no other special operations troops on Earth have been tasked to deliver so much so relentlessly. You have not wavered despite serious losses and injuries, and you have not lost a single battle.”

  She gave them a view of the big picture and their place within it, letting them know the true threat of Chessori domination. Their battle was not only to save the Empire: they were in every sense of the word fighting to save Earth. There would be no letup for the Raiders, the war was not yet won, but there was no one except the Raiders to carry the ground battle to the Chessori.

  “Know this,” she stated clearly. “Colonel Waverly tells me that the families of the fallen are not well taken care of on Earth. That will not be the case with you men. I promise each and every one of you that not only you, but your survivors as well, will be amply rewarded by your service to me. You will not be forgotten.”

  Reba walked to the center of the stage. “Colonel Waverly, front and center,” she announced.

  He took center stage, and she turned her back on the Raiders to face him. “Admiral Trexler is not available to do the honors, so he asked me to do th
em in his place,” she announced. “By his order, you, James Waverly, are hereby promoted to Brigadier General.”

  She removed the eagles from Waverly’s shoulders and pinned a star in place of each, saying, “The stars came from Admiral Trexler, so they’re navy stars, but he thought you’d find them acceptable.” She stepped back and saluted him. “Congratulations, General.”

  Waverly returned the salute. Reba took his arm and turned to face her Raiders.

  “Reba’s Raiders,” she began. She looked them over with that radiant smile on her face, her head shaking from side to side. “I’m so proud of you.”

  Shouts of “Hoo-Ah!” sounded from around the room.

  “I salute you, one and all. You have fought under the banner of my name since your inception, and you have honored me far more than I deserve. It’s time to set the record straight. With your permission, I ask that the record henceforth refer to you as Waverly’s Raiders.”

  The Raiders rose, all that could, with loud clapping and more calls of “Hoo-Ah!”

  Reba returned to her seat and Ellie stood. “General Waverly, we are not done yet.” She stepped to his side and turned him so that all of his men would see and hear clearly. “I told you earlier that you would kneel before me only once, then never again. The time has come, General”.

  Waverly went to one knee. Ellie put her hands on his head, but turned to address the men.

  “You are about to participate in a very private ceremony never before witnessed by anyone but the Queen and her Knights. You are here because in many respects the honor I bestow upon General Waverly is an honor bestowed on each of you as well.

  “Know this: the Naming of a Knight of the Realm is a call to even greater sacrifice in my name. Know this as well: wherever you fight, General Waverly’s commands will carry the same weight as my own. No longer will you be the last to receive medical care. No longer will you be forced to operate without full knowledge. No longer will you be held in anything but the highest esteem.”

  She turned back to Waverly, but her voice carried to the whole room. “So that you and your men fully understand what transpires here today, I tell you that within our Empire there are never more than 100 Knights. At present, there are only seven. You will be the eighth. Such is the esteem to which I hold you.

  “James Waverly, today and forever more, you will be referred to as a Great One of Empire.

  “James Waverly, you have served Earth well. In addition to Earth, you now officially serve the Empire. As much as your men count on you, so too does the Empire. So, too, do I.

  “I call you, James Waverly, to a duty that transcends kings and queens and presidents. I call you to serve all. Your peers judge you worthy, and so do I.”

  Reba stepped forward with Trexler’s sabre, which had been polished to a high luster. With a brief hiss, she pulled the sword from its sheath and presented it to Ellie.

  Ellie turned to her and grasped the hilt of the sword in both hands. She turned it, letting shards of light reflect from its mirror finish as she studied it.

  “The use of a sword is new to the ceremony,” she said to the Raiders. “Since the future of Empire is so closely tied to the future of Earth, I find it fitting that a piece of Earth’s history finds its way into this very special moment.”

  She faced Waverly who was looking up at her as he knelt on one knee. She turned the blade flat and lowered it to his left shoulder, saying, “Do you, James Waverly, swear allegiance to my Crown?”

  Waverly lifted his head and turned to his men. “Your Majesty, I swear allegiance to my men.” He turned back to Ellie. “I swear allegiance to you, as well.”

  “I Knight you . . .” She lifted the sword and moved it to his right shoulder, . . . “Sir James. Your word is my command on all worlds of the Empire. You need never kneel again in my presence, but others will surely kneel before you. Stand, Sir James.”

  Waverly stood, and Ellie removed a Knight’s Pin from her pocket. She placed it into his hand, then pressed both of her hands over his. Her eyes closed for a time.

  When they opened, she said, “Open the Pin, Sir James.” Waverly passed a hand over the Pin, and it sprung open. Ellie’s countenance shone forth in a bright light. She closed it and pinned it to his collar, saying, “Only you and I can open this Pin forever more. It provides unquestioned proof to all that you are a Knight of the Realm.”

  She kissed him on the check, then handed him off to Mike for a congratulatory hand shake. When he reached Reba, she took his arm and guided him down from the stage into the midst of his men.

  Ellie sat back down, her eyes brimming at the wonder evident in the Raiders’ eyes. It was a terrible breach of protocol to leave the dais before the Queen, but she was pleased. Forgotten for the moment by these amazing men who cared little for Queens, Knights, and even the Empire, she drew strength from the camaraderie that was a physical presence within the room.

  Mike placed a hand on her shoulder, and Ellie placed her own hand over his with a warm smile on her face. “We should leave,” she said softly to him.

  “No. Go to him and take his arm. They honor him in their own way, but let them see the esteem in which the Empire holds all of them.”

  She looked up at him. “Will you go with me?”

  “Not this time, Your Majesty. This is not a time for your First Knight. This is a time for warriors and their Queen. He is your escort.”

  So Waverly became a Knight of the Realm. In seven months he’d gone from a colonel commanding Rangers on Earth to a general/Knight of the Realm of a star faring empire. In the interim he’d fought two major land battles, a number of skirmishes in space, he’d buried 581 comrades, he’d become accustomed to travel between the stars, he’d become friends with aliens, he’d killed aliens, and he’d learned to communicate in an alien language.

  Reba’s story had been absolutely amazing to him, almost unbelievable. But his own story, well . . . he might have to write a book someday. If he lived long enough.

  Krys

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Resolve dropped from hyperspace. Grnlee lay ahead, another of Admiral Korban’s district headquarters. Grnlee had the honor of being a major overhaul facility for Empire ships. Struthers had likely taken control of this world, but if he hadn’t, Chandrajuski wanted to plant a seed that might keep it out of his hands. Admiral Mzdak was their contact here.

  As usual, there were a few Chessori traders in the system and two Empire squadrons, but as they neared the space port, they discovered eight Chessori military ships at the repair facility adjacent to the port. The ships appeared to be powered down. One Empire cruiser was also undergoing repairs at the facility.

  Stven set out to register his arrival with great misgivings. He was accompanied by three of Washburn’s men. He registered, and the official asked his purpose in coming to Grnlee.

  “I’m having a problem with my beacon. It seems to work okay most of the time, but I’ve had intermittent reports that it’s weak. If it goes out completely, I might lose my AI. I’d like to get it looked at.”

  “Sorry, but civilian ships are temporarily out of the line-up. Admiral Mzdak has taken over the manufacturing and repair facilities, and he’s only accepting military work. I’ve been recommending Zletska to anyone who needs help. I hear they’re looking for work.”

  “But that’s months away.”

  “Sorry. You’re wasting your time here.”

  “Maybe I’ll speak to Mzdak. He might make an exception.”

  The official glanced out the window at Resolve. “Pretty nice ship you have there. Whose is it?”

  “I’m carrying a wealthy socialite. It’s terrible duty. She’s a brat, and to make it worse, we had to detour here, spoiling her plans.”

  “Money talks, but you can see all the Chessori ships parked here. He’s working on them, and the facility is full up. Good luck.”

  “I thought you said he was only accepting military work? The Chessori I’ve heard about are civilia
n traders.”

  “I don’t know. All I know is that the work has been contracted by the military. If you can get in to see him, you can ask.”

  Stven returned to the ship, deep in thought. There was no way he was going to let Krys off the ship, not under these conditions. If Admiral Mzdak was working on Chessori ships, he’d certainly gone over to the other side, though in his defense, he carried a strong recommendation from both Chandrajuski and Buskin.

  He shared his concerns with the crew, and there was a long silence, which he broke. “I’ll go if you want, Krys.”

  “Maybe we should just leave.”

  M’Sada disagreed. “I’d really like to know what he’s doing with those Chessori ships. I wonder if he’s giving away Empire secrets of some kind?”

  “What if he is?” Tarn asked. “We can’t do anything about it. Just bringing back word of what’s going on here will place everyone on alert.”

  “For what?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I’ve already committed to contacting him,” Stven said. “I might as well follow through on it.”

  “All right, but give it up at the first sign of trouble,” Krys agreed.

  Stven went to district headquarters, accompanied by Washburn and two of his men. One Great Cat followed them at a distance. It took all day to get in to see Mzdak, a frog-like creature from Hesport. Stven was admitted to the office to find Mzdak sitting on a raised platform behind a work table.

  “I’m requesting assistance on behalf of my passenger,” he said.

  “So I hear. Who is she?”

  The scales on Stven’s back rippled, a sign of pleasure. “Does that mean that if I give the right name, you’ll help?”

  “Probably not. You might have noticed on the way down that my facilities are full right now. It all depends on who your passenger is.”

  “I did notice. Were those Chessori ships?”

  Mzdak croaked with displeasure. “They are.”

  “You’re working on their ships? That’s new, isn’t it?”