Consensus at Aditi, page 1
Consensus at Aditi
First Centurion Kosnett, Book 2
Blaze Ward
Knotted Road Press
Contents
Prologue: Kosnett
Explorer
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Enforcer
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Meerut
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Epilogues
Omarov
Kosnett
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Prologue: Kosnett
Date of the Republic June 6, 411 Vilahana Orbit
Philip S. Kosnett. First Centurion. Republic of Aquitaine Ambassador with Plenipotentiary Powers in the Galactic West. The stars far beyond that gap of darkness that was only occasionally broken with lights and civilizations until one reached the nebula of young stars known as the Balhee Cluster.
Looking in his morning mirror, he would have asked how he’d gotten here, but Phil could plot every decision point, every choice that had landed him at this moment. And at present, he wouldn't have changed any of them, but some mornings were a little rough.
He put it down to the day. After a month of everyone settling back down from near catastrophe, he was finally going to depart Vilahana. Head deeper into the hollow sphere of stars and gas that hid the cultures from the greater galaxy and let this realm develop into some of the oddities it had expressed.
That was really it. The casual way folks just shrugged off what looked to him like rampant piracy as a way of life, rather than seeing something that should be crushed.
Entropy. Plain and simple. If the system wasn’t supported and rebuilt constantly, it risked falling completely apart. Aquitaine and her four primary neighbors were all much better at that. Granted, Salonnia and Corynthe had both had to have their moments of realization, but Jessica Keller had taken the throne of the latter and cracked together the heads of the survivors until they understood.
And Vo zu Arlo had personally conveyed to the criminal oligarchs of Salonnia that they had one year to get their act together, before he did it for them. They had even supposedly beaten that deadline, but even a few years afterwards Phil was taking a generational view before committing to an opinion on their success.
So far.
Arlo would win them over to his way of thinking. Or crush them. Nobody really gave that man credit for the depth and strength of his foundations. When you pissed Arlo off, you apologized, and then the smart folks went back and tried to figure out where they’d gone so horribly wrong to get into that situation in the first place.
Phil rubbed his face once to clear his mind and emerged from the bathroom, dressed and ready to face the day. Then out into the main portion of his suite. Markus Dunklin was sitting in the chair just inside the front door, reading a slab with two travel mugs of coffee next to him.
He looked up as Phil emerged and jumped to his feet, tossing the slab onto a nearby chair and grabbing Phil’s coffee.
Markus put it right into his hand wordlessly and stepped back.
“Do I look that fierce?” Phil asked.
Maybe he felt that way.
“Yup,” Markus replied. “Hungry, angry, spring-time bear. Bring a really long stick if you’re feeling that ambitious.”
Trust Markus to put it in such colorful terms.
Phil nodded and stepped to the comm on the wall, keying it and typing in the number he needed.
“Good morning, Phil,” Heather replied. “What can I do for you?”
She’d seen the number calling and knew he was in his quarters rather than his office or the flag bridge.
“Meet me at the airlock,” Phil said. “I want to have a chat and a stroll.”
“Be right there,” she said and cut the line.
Markus was quiet, as he did when he wanted to be.
“You stay here so I can find you when I get back,” Phil decided, keying the door.
Markus nodded and slid back into the chair to read and sip coffee. The man had been with him clear back to the Age of Piracy, and knew how he thought these days. And as long as Markus kept all ten fingers, he could remain in the job as Phil’s Personal Assistant. His dog robber to use the ancient term.
Markus was known to play with heavy machinery and high explosives, so as a threat to be careful, losing the job if he lost fingers was better than anything else in the galaxy.
Phil sipped his coffee as he made his way aft. The Survey Dreadnought RAN Urumchi had a number of Ambassadorial suites forward, in the space freed up by removing the Reversed Field, Pinch, Plasma Implosion Generator down the centerline. Lady Moirrey’s (in)famous Bubble Gun. By itself, the weapon mount was nearly the size of a small corvette, so there was a lot of free volume.
He had commanded that an arboretum to come into being, as well as space for parties and guests. Because everyone had heard the stories of the famous Science Officer, Centurion, and later Pirate Warlord Javier Aritza. Not a true admiral in that sense, the man had made the second half of his life one of diplomacy and exploration.
Phil still found the man a useful role model, especially as the Republic had one of Aritza’s best friends available at The Library at Alexandria Station, now on the planetary surface instead, to ask. Six thousand years later, and she remembered all the things she’d done with him, as well as the men and women he had immortalized
Heather was waiting at the airlock into the arboretum when Phil approached.
“You angry at anything in particular, or just wake up on the wrong side of the galaxy this morning?” she asked, only half-jesting from her own look.
“A little of both, I think,” Phil replied as she keyed the hatch to open.
Once they passed through the airlock, the atmosphere was much wetter and warmer. Sergey, the Master Gardner and civilian in charge of this space, had his plants in high summer now. In a few months, he would cause about half of the space to traverse into fall, lowering the temperature, adjusting the daylight strength and length, and adding rain to move the temperate areas forward seasonally.
The desert and jungle sections didn’t really change much. Still like the Science Officer himself, Phil had plants and seeds he could swap, anywhere he went, on the assumption that not everything, like not everyone, would have survived the thousand years of darkness after the war.
“So why are you so gruff?” Heather asked.
She could. He’d picked Command Centurion (CC) Heather Lau because she was an old shipmate, an old First Officer, and an old friend who had been there with him in the piracy days.
Ground Control.
“Having one of those crises of conscience, I think,” Phil replied, sipping some of the excellent coffee Markus had prepared. “Trying to decide if us being here will result in the Cluster becoming a better place, or falling to pieces because I want them to change and have the firepower to make that happen if I demanded it.”
“Too much piracy?” she nodded.
“Too much everything,” Phil said. “We model ourselves on the Romans. Everyone knows that. Fine engineers and vicious warriors when roused, but also willing to absorb culture from others and use it. They gave history roads, trade, and culture.”
“So who would you compare the Balhee Cluster nations to?” Heather asked as they made their way down a path of dirt and grass, surrounded by more species of real trees than Phil could identify. “Three Kingdoms China of roughly the same era? Or maybe the Italian City-states of the mid-Renaissance?”
“Today, I feel like Perry sailing into Tokyo’s harbor with black ships and a list of demands,” Phil said. “Not the most pleasant feeling on my part, even if it triggered the Meiji Restoration and eventually turned Japan into one of the great industrial powers of the age. A lot of wars had to be fought and people killed to get there.”
“I thought that was why we were headed to Aditi itself,” Heather noted. “Find the folks most likely to help raise the technolo
“Aye,” he agreed. “Trade. Technology transfers. Cultural transfers. Scholars and students exchanged between sides so they can learn our ways and then take them home and explain to others. This is a generational thing, and I’ll be dead before it fully bears fruit.”
“Meanwhile, you’d like to be hunting pirates,” she grinned.
He grinned back.
“Viking is currently having all the fun,” he nodded. “Quietly surveying places for signals we can explore later. Lost colonies are rare, but illegal ones appear to be pretty common, and parsing those out separate from pirate bases requires a lot of effort.”
“All those colonies, legal or not, won’t go away, Phil,” Heather laughed. “Certainly not if we spend six months in the Aditi Consensus showing the flag and making friends. You can always go after them later.”
“You’re right,” he sighed, pausing to turn back now. “I guess I just needed to hear it from someone else. Someone I trust to have the best interests of the Republic and not just themselves.”
“Hey, that’s why you hired me,” she said with a grin. “Ground Control.”
He grinned back at her.
They were all pirates, the five of them. Him, Heather, Markus, Stunt Dude, and even Sam Au.
A little diplomacy first, and then maybe he could go after the Zen-Mekyo Syndicates.
And make the Cluster a happier place. And the galaxy a safer one.
Explorer
One
Date of the Republic June 6, 411 Vilahana Orbit
Phil was seated at his command table on the flag bridge, with Harinder Abbatelli, his Flag Command Centurion, across from him with her staff all around the room at stations, faced in and ready.
He did like this design, where Bedrov had folks looking inward at him, even if most of the time they were staring at screens. They could always look up and see him, or others, instead of just a wall. That built all sorts of camaraderie. Bedrov had said that not having that view was a mistake on an older Corynthe hull. He was bringing that same design philosophy to the rest of the galaxy, one ship at a time.
Because that reformed pirate was currently designing the future, and people were listening. And Bedrov listened when Phil had wanted to bitch about shortcomings in his old designs, making them better.
Survey Dreadnought Urumchi, for instance. The thing Bedrov had designed before making an even better one for Jessica to take on her honeymoon cruise.
This wasn’t a honeymoon. It was only exploration, but he’d been at Vilahana long enough.
It was time to move on.
He drew a breath and Harinder smiled. But she knew how he worked and had patiently waited while he got to the place she’d probably been at when she woke up this morning.
“Open a squadron comm,” he said quietly.
Faces appeared around his table as holograms, but lifelike enough to treat as people. All seven of his command centurions on the corvettes. Barnaby Silver off RAN Viking, back from another survey run to join the team just a few hours ago and already set to head out again.
And Kaur Singh. Commander of the Aditi Consensus Cruiser Aranyani. Unlikely friend they had first met on arrival, and who had pretty much become part of his force, at least until she escorted him to the Consensus homeworld of Aditi. Then who knew what might happen.
The Balhee Cluster was mostly populated by folks genetically drawn from the ancient geography of Southern Asia on Earth, filtered out to various colonies before it had been destroyed. They all had local tongues, but a modern variant of the ancient Hindi was the common trade language here, and Phil had even adapted his accent enough to sound like a local.
Kaur smiled as he looked at her projection, aware of the honor that the RAN was doing by including her as one of them, when a month ago there had been a pitched battle to see if the man who had nearly destroyed Vilahana would get away with it.
He’d gotten away, but only after getting his ass singed pretty good and Phil had subsequently let the entire cluster know that Captain Utkin was on his shit list.
Phil would deal with him after making friends at Aditi.
“This is Kosnett, I have the flag,” he announced. As if anyone was surprised or unprepared for this moment. “Aranyani, I show all vessels are ready for transit to JumpSpace. You will take the flag and lead us out.”
“This is Commander Singh, aboard Aranyani,” she replied formally. “Ahead one quarter acceleration and form up in three lines astern. Stand by to jump.”
Phil leaned back and muted his line so he could listen. The Aditi Consensus was the single largest political entity in the Balhee Cluster, but not that much bigger or more powerful than any of the others. Part of that edge was their geographical location almost at the physical center of the cluster, in the hollow sphere formed by several ancient supernovae and a couple of stellar nebulae twisted around into something that reminded him of an enormous egg in space.
The Dalou Hegemony might have been next in pure size and power, but they were fractured along clan lines much like the ancient Japanese Shogunate Culture of pre-industrial Earth that they had consciously emulated, just as Aquitaine drew from the ancient Roman Republic. Those folks built powerful vessels with weird, plasma-powered missiles called firebirds that were slow to charge and capable of being destroyed if you had enough escorts with rapid-firing mounts.
Across from the Hegemony, the Gloran Empire was much more warlike, but so wound up in themselves and their personal honor that they spent more time on duels and petite civil wars so hardly ever threatened their neighbors.
Technically, he was about to fly through space belonging to both on his way to Aditi, but again, everything was messy, as colonies might be randomly dispersed, loosely aligned, and subject to change with the winds of fortune.
Beyond Aditi and the Consensus, Phil had heard about the Ewin Principality and a somewhat secretive place called the Yaumgan Domain that had apparently surprised the Consensus by sending an ambassador to Aditi for the express purpose of meeting with Phil.
And all around them the Zen-Mekyo Syndicates roamed. Something more than armed merchants, but supposedly technically less than outright pirates, when there was always someone willing to issue Letters of Marque and Reprisal to someone else as a bribe or so they could fence stolen goods.
Basant Utkin, Commander of the Ingham Enforcer Tango, was the man who had apparently committed the Ingham Syndicate to war with Aquitaine, however unknowing the rest of their Board of Directors might have been. Tango and the Salvager Wulfa, under command of one Andrea Liefan, were the ones he planned to hunt down.
That was non-negotiable.
“All vessels, we will transition to Jump in five seconds,” Singh announced now as everyone was up to speed.
Urumchi and her normal escorts could make the sail to Aditi almost two full days faster than Aranyani, even over this short of a distance, but again, Bedrov-designed hulls manufactured by either Aquitaine or Fribourg were at least a century more advanced than anything in the Balhee Cluster.
