Until the Dawn, page 10
"We are required to respond to distress signals by naval tradition," the Captain reminded everyone sternly. "It seems to me the longer we wait the more likely we will encounter the enemy." He touched the Comm-link on the arm of his chair. "Trey, prepare to implement Contingency Plan Delta. We have a situation up here and I want the CAS Drive revved up to full capacity immediately."
"Acknowledged."
"Aaron, calculate the neccessary coordinates to take us to the source of that transmission and relay them to Trey' station immediately." Norris stood up and walked over to his new station next to Melissa. The laptop was on and functioning as the Captain took his seat next to the Lieutenant… he tapped several entries into the keyboard and activated the motion sensor tie in.
"Yes sir," stated Aaron firmly. He busied himself at his workstation and permitted himself to glance up once and meet Melissa's eyes. She was calm and professional as usual, but took a moment to return his look of concern.
Norris opened the Comm-link again. "Hangar bay, this is the Captain. We have an emergency situation and potential combat scenario up here. Are your people ready down there?"
"Bring 'em on, Captain!" Liane replied enthusiastically. "Colonel Emerson and his men have everything set up, just as you requested."
"Trey?"
"We've got a hot singularity, Captain. The CAS Drive is on-line and ready to go. Just say the word and we'll activate your computer. Once we arrive control will automatically transfer to your Delta console. If things get too hot, you can just punch out and relinquish control to us. We'll immediately return the Waywardsman to this location."
"That's what I wanted to hear," the Captain replied. "Let's go see how many people we can rescue before the Brotherhood shows up."
"The first thing you'll want to do is have them shut off that damned beacon," Aaron growled, clearly irritated by the situation. "Although I'm almost certain we're already too late."
"Open a PTP portal and initiate transit to the source of that transmission, please," the Captain requested. "We'll have time to second guess a bad decision later." He thought about the tactical data on the enemy he had been reviewing over the past several days. "I hope," he whispered softly.
* * *
Melissa targeted the ship they found using motion sensors and focused the cameras mounted on the Waywardsman's landing skids so that they displayed its image on the overhead monitors. Most of the ship's hull was pockmarked with holes and completely opened to space. The vessel hung suspended and nearly motionless, completely dark and powerless. The instant the Waywardsman emerged from transit the Command Center's alarm klaxon changed from warning status and immediately called for general quarters.
Lieutenant Hastings was their resident expert on motion sensors, but William no longer needed to ask her for information. His laptop screen lit up with red enemy contacts in front and behind. Most were smaller vessels – more than likely fighters – but he noted that one of the signals registered as one of the larger warships. Curious, he switched one of the monitors so that its optical pickup targeted the enemy warship. It was difficult to see at first against the background of space, painted mostly black. It hung there, right in front of them, sporting a long, cylindrical nose nearly as long as the Waywardsman. Its design was meant to be intimidating.
"I told you it was a trap," Aaron said dryly.
"That's okay – we needed to know for sure," countered Norris.
"It's a carrier," the elder Rem noted. "Those are landing bays hanging beneath the triangular wings in the engine section. I recognize the style – it looks as though the vessel's construction was based on an obsolete design. The Chinese constructed a prototype but could never solve the power distribution problems for a vessel that large. It was going to be the largest military vessel ever constructed that could still land in a planetary atmosphere."
"So the Brotherhood of the Dragon obviously has access to plenty of fuel," Norris guessed curiously.
"If you need a target, sir, it's probably in the wings."
"There are two fighter patrols behind us, consisting of twelve ships each," Melissa announced briskly. "And there's a smaller task force of ten fighters in front of us with the warship behind them." The information was useful to everyone else – William had already reviewed the situation and made his decision. He activated the ship's all-call.
"All hands, stand by for battle maneuvers."
"The fighters are launching missiles at us, Captain. There are at least a dozen incoming targets. The mother ship is also launching ordnance." He studied his console warily. "The warship missiles are hot… probably nuclear tipped."
Norris studied the situation carefully and adjusted the Z-Axis setting on his monitor. "This is a perfect way to bait surviving ships by using destroyed ones. I wouldn't be surprised if they have traps like this set up all over our solar system." He shook his head grimly. "Try and take advantage of our compassion…"
"They don't have to waste time chasing down the survivors because they know we'll come to them and try to save our people," commented Aaron. "What kind of cold-blooded monsters would do this?"
"Based on what little we've learned about this Brotherhood, my guess is that they are not known for being compassionate," said Norris. "I would imagine that's why our military has so far been unable to successfully engage." On his screen, two dozen missiles now spiraled closer and closer to the Waywardsman's position.
To put things simply, the Captain had run out of patience. Giving the enemy no warning, he rapidly touched the screen in front of him ten times. As the incoming missiles approached the large starship it suddenly executed ten transits in quick succession exactly 90 degrees to starboard. A series of bright flashes lit up the area between the fighter patrols as each transit completed almost instantaneously in rapid-fire sequence. Obeying their programming, the smart missiles hesitated briefly to search for and acquire the new target before changing course to pursue.
Carefully, the Captain adjusted his Z-Axis setting to minus 1,200 meters. He tapped the screen again. The first hop brought the Waywardsman down to the same level of the fighter patrols closing in from behind them. Five more quick flashes and the ship moved within firing distance. The lead fighters instantly began shooting at the starship, but one more tap of the screen by Norris caught the enemy pilots by surprise again as the Waywardsman reappeared behind them.
Some of the incoming missiles flew cleanly through the two fighter patrols, still seeking their assigned target, while others detonated. At least three of the smaller fighters were destroyed by the unexpected turn of events and half a dozen more suffered damage from flying shrapnel.
"That's not bad, Captain," Aaron commented. "You're successfully using our new 'edge'. Their PTP technology can't possibly keep up with ours – we're leading their missiles around by the nose."
"Thank God your brother and Greg got the CAS Drive working," Norris said gratefully. "Or we wouldn't have been able to risk a rescue mission – not without the ability to defend ourselves."
The surviving fighters in both patrols spun quickly around and accelerated in pursuit of the Waywardsman. Many of them quickly narrowed the distance to the starship, pinning it between their position and the remaining missiles arcing in the background. The instant the fighters launched another wave of missiles Norris began tapping his finger on the screen again. "I guess you didn't learn the first time," he commented with a dry smile.
Another series of twelve flashes lit up the local space, this time curving back and gradually upward toward the main battle group. The missiles quickly turned to follow, only to find their target was again executing a rapid sequence of transits to port. Mechanically programmed to be patient, they paused again to recalculate target coordinates before resuming their pursuit.
"Did you notice?" the Captain asked carefully. "On the first pass through the fighters, did you spot the differences in the missiles that they launched at us?"
"Yes. Some of them are armed only with proximity detectors," Aaron said, smiling for the first time in quite a while. "They couldn't identify the fighters as friendly and detonated as soon as they detected a nearby object."
"That's right. It's a saturation technique meant to destroy a target before it can react. But some of the missiles have better programming and didn't detonate. They've acquired the Waywardsman as their sole target and I would wager that they will follow us indefinitely until we destroy them or they run out of fuel." Again he touched his laptop screen and prompted their ship's CAS Drive, executing a rapid-fire series of PTP jumps. As the short-range hops continued to confound the enemy, Norris suddenly thought of a new wrinkle.
"Trey, if I position the Waywardsman above that civilian ship would you and Greg be able to temporarily retake command of our CAS Drive?" He continued moving his fingertip across his console as he spoke, keeping the Waywardsman constantly skipping to new locations and thereby impossible to reach.
"Certainly – what are you planning?"
"I want you to do your PTP shrinking process, like you did with the probe and the shuttle."
"I get it. You want us to roll a transit window across the civilian ship – where do we send it?"
"Into the enemy warship, where else?" the Captain said angrily. "That asshole who confronted us back on Khyber Base really pissed me off. I want to send his friends a message."
"The civvy is pretty big," Trey replied. "We're supposed to shrink the PTP field for smaller ships. If Greg doesn't reduce it enough we could risk catching the edges of the Waywardsman's lower wings in the transit." He paused to let the seriousness of his comments register. "You can understand that we DOWN here think that would be bad."
"Then transit part of that ship, for God's sake!" growled Norris brusquely. "I'm setting my clock at thirty seconds to target. As soon as we arrive I'm going to transfer control to your station. I need you to transport the civilian ship into the warship and then return PTP control immediately to my station. We've still got at least two dozen missiles stalking us." He continued pressing his finger softly against the screen's surface and sending the Waywardsman quickly to half a dozen new locations. The maneuver separated the incoming missiles from the fighters. The enemy ships didn't seem to mind at this point in the battle – they were busy merging into a single strike force and taking up a defensive posture in front of the mammoth-sized mother vessel.
"Before you give us control, I need you to move us to a point thirty meters above the civilian ship, Captain," Greg specified. "Please center the civvy as close as possible beneath the Waywardsman."
"Thirty meters and centered? Is that all?" demanded Norris sarcastically. Another question occurred to him. "Do you mean thirty meters from the bottom of the hangar bay or thirty meters from the bottom of the lower wings?" There was no immediate answer, so he hastily glanced at the civilian ship's Z-Axis setting and used his scroll bar to set the next destination to arrive at plus one hundred meters above it. "Aaron, please stand by on thrusters. When we arrive at our destination I need you to lower us from one hundred to within thirty meters."
"Do you mean thirty meters from the bottom of the hangar bay or thirty meters from the bottom of the wings?" Aaron repeated cautiously. He ignored the dirty look Norris shot his way.
"Initiating CAS transit to the civilian ship." He pressed his finger firmly on top of the screen's second white dot – it represented the only other friendly target in their area. The monitors above them lit up with the familiar PTP flash and he could hear cheers coming from the still open Comm-link – apparently they liked what they saw.
The Waywardsman's hull rumbled slightly as her thrusters fired. Aaron's face was a frozen mask of concentration as he quickly lowered the starship the rest of the way downward. His expression remained unchanged for almost thirty additional seconds before he looked up at William and nodded.
"It's now or never, Lab wing!" Norris shouted excitedly.
"Transferring Delta console control now," Trey excitedly informed him.
At almost the same instant they heard Greg reply, "Shrinking PTP window."
On the Captain's motion sensor screen, the huge red target representing the enemy warship noticeably wobbled. "My guess is they noticed that," the Captain commented.
"I'm returning CAS control to you Captain. As before, just hit the panic button when you want us out of here."
"Acknowledged – and good work gentlemen!" said a pleased Norris, intensely focusing on the incoming missiles that were still tracking the Waywardsman. Another series of screen taps and the ship was hopping quickly across local space directly toward the newly organized, integrated fighter patrol. Once again Norris paused long enough to tempt, then skipped the Waywardsman between the smaller fighters and the larger mother vessel. The fighters reacted much more quickly this time, but several more were still picked off as the relentless array of missiles passed through them a second time. The rest immediately altered course and continued their rush toward the Earth starship. Norris took a quick look at the monitor above him.
One of the triangular wings on the warship had broken off and was drifting away. Most of the central mass within the engine section of the huge starship had become a bizarre, blazing mass of molten metal. The huge ship began tilting awkwardly to one side – its XYZ coordinates on William' console indicating that the warship was entering an uncontrolled spin. Thus far, the decision to use the remnants of the civilian ship against them was proving to be extremely helpful as the enemy starship had so far been unable to fire a second wave of missiles in their direction. Again, Norris opened his Comm-link.
"I hope you're ready down there, Liane," he said somewhat nervously. "We're only going to get one chance at this."
"Just say the word, Captain," replied his air group commander confidently. "We've got the Colonel's ground based missile launchers set up down here and ready to fire."
"What about the recoil?" Norris asked, curious. "Last I heard, you still weren't sure how you were going to handle that."
"No problem," she replied. "We drove a couple of the heavier forklifts onto the back of the missile launchers. They'll hold the whole setup in place, and absorb the recoil."
Like a stone skipping across a pond, the Waywardsman continued its series of transits and skittered unpredictably toward the damaged Brotherhood warship with enemy missiles following closely behind. The ship's rail guns finally began firing at them – again too late as the Captain pressed a forefinger to his screen and instantaneously hopped them to the far side of the enemy mother ship. The fighters managed to shoot down most of the incoming missiles, but Norris watched at least three of them score direct impacts against the warship's hull. He studied the radiology telemetry pouring across a screen next to the laptop and smiled with satisfaction.
"Congratulations you bastards… you've just nuked yourselves!" he grinned, noting the look of astonishment on Aaron's face. His attention turned back to his screen and the Waywardsman's close proximity to the Brotherhood's behemoth. "Liane, we've got our ass toward them just like you asked – please fire away!"
"Acknowledged, Captain. Missiles firing!"
From the bottom of the Waywardsman came a huge rumble. The Command Dome shuddered briefly as Norris watched a series of armor-piercing missiles rocket out the rear of the hangar bay… the image instantly fed to their monitor directly from one of the landing skid cameras. Each missile quickly closed the distance to the enemy target and struck it virtually dead center in the heavily damaged engineering section. All four pierced the hull and vanished deep inside. The overhead monitors recorded the whole thing – another series of violent explosions erupted from deep within, bathing the sinister dark vessel in a hellish, flaming glow. Norris was still watching the overhead monitors carefully and surveying the damage when the warship unexpectedly transited away.
Melissa turned and stared at him. "The Brotherhood vessel has… retreated… sir," she reported with amazement.
"Good for them," said Norris triumphantly. "Bad for the pilots they left behind." He took a deep breath and sighed with relief. "Based on our two encounters with them, my analysis is that they rely too heavily on surprise, over-confidence, and superior firepower. They obviously haven't worked for a government in a while, where we all learn early on to do more with less!" He glanced at Aaron, who also was looking a little stunned. "Am I right, Hardware Specialist and part-time pilot Aaron Rem?"
"Right, sir," said Aaron, deciding not to play a Devil's Advocate for once.
"Trey, this is Norris. There's still an angry bunch of fighters meandering around out there. Would you please return us to our hiding place? And please keep the CAS Drive active, just in case they find us before we determine our next course of action."
"Aye aye, Captain."
"That," declared the Captain proudly, "is what I call Contingency Plan Delta."
