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The Serendipity of Freedom
By Lisa Grey
Part 13: Serendipity
Chapter 41
Talia had decided that the attempt to restore me would take place in the glade where
Cheryl had died. In spite of the tragic event that took place there, after having heard
what I had told Dan about the place, she concluded that the place had some sort of
mystic healing energy that would be helpful to them. So, several days before the actual
rite would take place, Dan, Talia, and Miri took little Brock and me to the location.
This time it wasn't a pleasure trip. They had brought ATV's to help carry all the
necessary supplies, equipment and also to carry little Brock and me since we were not
up for the grueling hike that Cheryl and I had made. Throughout the next few days,
people who had been asked to be there began to show up. It wasn't a huge crowd or
anything, but the numbers did surprise me.
The evening of the ritual began and everyone was there. There was the original
group: Talia, Dan, Miri and Brock. In addition to these, Darius had come and Sam was
a surprise. We had kind of avoided each other after the diplomatic mission. Evan
Russell was there. We hadn't really gotten to know each other that well, but saving
someone's bacon by offering up your life in exchange tends to inspire loyalty and love.
Alex Sorin was there, too. We had remained friends, even though we hadn't got to see
each other much. We had been just too busy with our own lives, she in space as the
captain of the flagship of her shipping line and me mostly pounding ground with my
family. We still shared the bond forged in those tense moments, years ago. Jesse
Shehane was there along with Yolanda and Erika. They were the ones that were
invited. But there were some who had heard what was happening and showed up as
well, like the whole management and creative team from my design company. There
were about twenty people there, all told, who felt connected intimately enough and
loved me enough to be there.
I would like to say something spectacular happened that night as the moon rose
above the tree line, and in fact something did, but it wasn't apparent to the casual
observer. Well, I should say, that it looked like a big group hug, with me at the center of
it. Talia required that it be held unbroken, starting from when the moon rose above the
trees until it set below the trees. These people must have really cared about me to
stand there like that for hours and hours. I can't imagine how torturous that must have
been for them, and even Brock managed it. They told me afterward that it hadn't
seemed like hours. It had only seemed like a few minutes to them.
Basically, while we stood there like that, everyone had been instructed to think about
me and the things that made them love me. Talia would gather these loving emotions
and channel them into me, much like sunlight and a magnifying glass, to burn away the
death and blackness from my soul. During the ritual, nothing seemed to happen. Talia
had told everyone to expect that. Once the moon set, everyone dispersed to their
various sleeping arrangements. Though they said it seemed like it only took a few
minutes in the group hug, they all felt really emotionally drained and most of them went
right to sleep. Talia, Miri and Dan didn't sleep; they sat around me, awaiting the dawn.
It was dawn when the miracle happened. As the sun broke over the trees, an errant
beam streamed down into my face where I lay sleeping. My eyes fluttered open and the
first sight I saw was my angel, my Miri. Through she looked drawn, she was radiant to
me. My heart felt full of love for the first time since I had shot her with the tranq dart.
"Miri?" I asked. "Where am I?"
Miri's face split into an impossibly huge relieved grin. She launched herself at me,
gathering me up in her arms. "You are home, Darling," she whispered through her tears
of happiness. "You are home now and everything is going to be okay. I've been such a
fool. I almost lost you. I almost caused the one thing I feared the most. You're safe
now princess, nobody can hurt you now."
I clung to Miri, not quite understanding what was happening. I just knew it felt like
forever since I had been in her arms and drank in her scent. I closed my eyes and
hugged her tightly. Indeed, I felt like I had finally returned home after a dark horrifying
journey.
There was a huge celebration in the glade that day. Everyone was rejoicing that I
had returned to the land of the living. Slowly, I began to remember the things that
brought us here. I remembered Cheryl being killed here. I remembered Dan telling me
of Brian's death. I remembered the tormenting I received at the hands of Olaf and
Salazar. I remembered my cold retribution when Jesse and her team saved me. I
remembered it all up to that point, before the catatonia took over.
"One thing I can't figure out," I said to Jesse.
"What's that, Sugar?" she asked.
"How did you come to be on that station?" I asked.
"Well, after hearing about all the attacks, the planetary security forces figured that
you, Dan and Darius had been taken off planet. After checking the ships in orbit, the
freighter they took you to was the only one that appeared suspicious. It had sat in orbit
for five days without loading or unloading anything. Then abruptly it left after only some
minor personnel shuttle traffic. We researched her registry and found that a front
company for the Salazar family owned her. The station they took you to was long
suspected of being the syndicate's base of operations. I happened to be in space doing
an inspection tour when I heard about your abduction and where intelligence suspected
they were taking you. I wasn't very far away, so I threw together a team and burned for
the station. We knew we hit pay dirt when we got there and found a TSN commando
ship docked. We took over the station, had our ships pull back out of detection range,
and then we waited. Sure 'nuff, they showed up and when they docked, we hit them
with sleeping gas in the airlock and took them all into custody while they slept. That's
when we found you, Dan, and Darius."
"Thank you so much for being there," I said to Jesse, Yolanda and Erika. I hugged
each of them in turn. "I can't tell you the unspeakable things they did to me, but you
saved me from the worst thing, Olaf and that loathsome pill of his."
I turned to see that Miri had moved away while I was thanking Jesse and her people.
She had slipped off down to the edge of the pool and I could tell by the slight tremor of
her shoulders that she wasn't doing too well. I went to her.
She became aware of me as I approached. She straightened up and passed her
hand under her eyes, as if wiping away tears. She smiled bravely to me as I walked up
beside her. For a few minutes I just looked out into the pool. Then I spoke.
"Miri, what's troubling you, Dearest?" I asked.
"Nothing, Valerie," she said.
"Bullshit," I said with a kindhearted smile. "Let's not do that anymore, please?"
"Valerie, I should have been there," she said. "It should have been me saving you.
But because I was too big of an idiot to know what's really important to me, I let you
down. I failed you."
"Hey, we both failed each other there for a bit," I shrugged. "But that's in the past
now. It's like the water over that cliff face there. It was there, but now it's gone. We
survived, and we are stronger for it. I know I love you now more than I ever did, if that's
possible. I forgive you, can you forgive me?"
Miri turned to me and enfolded me in her arms. "Of course, my love," she told me,
her green eyes shining with an intense passion and devotion.
Chapter 42
Of course, the main problem with Miri and me wasn't forgiving each other. It was
forgiving ourselves. That was going to take a bit more work, but both of us made a
commitment to the other that we would work on it and communicate about it. For my
part, that Drandian rite seemed to have also had the effect of making my ghosts just
that, just things that once were but now lacked substance. I still, to this day, wake up
screaming at times, but it isn't the all-consuming horror it had once been. The Drandian
rite had replaced years of therapy in helping me to make those things just something
bad that happened to me once.
Once we had returned home, I discovered to my great surprise, that while in my
catatonic state, I had nearly completed the designs for the ship that would be my
crowning achievement. It was amazing. It was completely unconventional in terms of
every other ship in the human space-going fleet. Instead of being long and basically
cylindrical, she was round along the horizontal plane. She resembled the classic flying
saucer that had been rampant at the dawn of humankind's space age.
She measured over a thousand yards across, and about a hundred yards thick at the
outer edge, tapering from the 250 yards at her center. She had a revolutionary drive
arrangement. Each of the main drives, 16 in all, was each contained in their own
module. These modules could be moved independently from each around the outer
edge of the ship. The computer simulations showed her to be impossibly
maneuverable. She could outmaneuver everything from a heavy cruiser, which was
slightly less than a third her displacement, on up. In addition to this innovation, unlike
any other human ship built as yet, she didn't have gas-reaction based maneuvering
thrusters. She used gravity fields to change pitch and yaw. This was one of the
technologies we gained from the Drandians, as it required a far stronger gravity field
than anything we had been able to develop until then. The system wasn't much, if any,
more effective than the gas-reaction based equivalent, but the benefit was that it took
up far less space and she could maneuver without a big heat plume marking her
position.
Her armament was just as impressive. She carried 16 PBC turrets that mounted 4 of
the Ultra PBC's each. The Ultra PBC's were also based on technology assistance we
had received from the Drandians. They had a similar range as our conventional ER
(extended range) PBC's, perhaps a negligible amount more, but they had a horrifying
rate of fire. In ancient historical terms, they were rotary cannon compared to
conventional machine guns. The turrets were situated 8 per upper and lower side. 8
turrets could target a ship anywhere in her sphere of fire at once. A conventional
dreadnought normally mounted 8 turrets with two to four PBC's apiece. And in order to
bring all her weapons to bear she needed to be presenting her side to the target. This
meant that this new ship, which I called a super dreadnought, could not only bring to
bear as much or more firepower on any one point as a conventional dreadnought could,
but do it on two sides at once. There was no outmaneuvering her. Any way you
approached you were facing the equivalent in numbers of a full conventional broad side,
only with stronger PBC's.
One of her more impressive aggressive weapons innovations was her missile
launcher. She had no need to carry spare missiles for each of the 80 tubes she
mounted. The missile launchers, configured in groups of ten, four groups per side,
covering each quarter of the ship's plane of fire, possessed their own nanotech factory
which could produce a new missile from raw material every thirty seconds. This was a
far slower rate of fire than a conventional auto loading missile system, but the benefit
was that, for all intents and purposes, we had a nearly endless supply of missiles.
If she had one weakness (well actually she had a few), it was that she was so big.
That made her easy to target and hit. To provide some defense against this, she
sported the DES systems. To cover her completely, she mounted 8 generators. This
made her immune to conventional laser fire and took some of the sting out of PBC hits.
To defend against missile strikes, she had nearly a continuous band of the mini PBC
point defense turrets located around her outer edge, with another band of them located
about three quarters of the way toward the center.
Among her other combat features, she had a full ECM suite, including
communications and missile guidance jamming. She didn't have stealth generators.
Because of her size, they wouldn't have been very effective; besides, as a side effect,
the DES system masked about half of our energy emissions.
All these things required a hideous amount of power. Four super-efficient reactors
located in the core of the ship provided this. One was dedicated to the drive modules;
two were dedicated to the weapons systems; and the last provided power to the
systems that allowed the human elements to interface with and live on the ship, such as
in Life support, Computers, C&C, etc.
In spite of the fact that she was the size of two conventional dreadnoughts, she could
be produced in the same amount of time as one. There was a price though. In addition
to requiring a little over twice the resources of a conventional dreadnought to produce
her, she would also require a special orbital platform to construct her class of ship.
Time was pressing, though. It had been a year since the TSN had sent in their
covert mission to capture us. I hoped that had been the only one, and that it was largely
based on their desire for my head on a pike. Realistically, though, there had been
others that we hadn't detected. So, as I was applying the finishing touches on the
design for the super dreadnought, Norfolk shipyards designed and built a platform for
her. Dan, of course, threw himself into designing the control software for her along with
most of the employees at his company. He had recruited a lot of talent and since I had
become the premier ship designer since coming to Diversity, and he was my main
software and computer supplier, he could afford the very best people.
A little over a year after I was pulled back from the abyss, the first super dreadnought
emerged from the construction platform. She was christened the Serendipity of
Freedom. While Miri, Brock and I accompanied Admiral Shehane onboard the
Serendipity for a shake down tour of the Zone, my design team adapted my design to a
whole new generation of ships. With any luck, when our fleet took to space, it would be
with ships similar in the Serendipity's layout in every class, from super destroyers up to
super heavy cruisers, joining the Serendipity class super dreadnoughts.
Meanwhile, we still produced our upgraded versions of our conventional designs for
the Resistance. The resources were coming in a steady steam now thanks to a
computer genius that even Dan bowed to. He came up with a virus, based on the idea
we used with the drone, that, once slipped into the operating system of one of the
sensor buoys that comprised the net surrounding the Zone, spread to all the buoys and
not only allowed a ship carrying the correct code to pass undetected but informed them
beforehand if there were any TSN patrols in the area. This effectively negated the
blockade.
The TSN was increasing the hostilities with the Resistance and were taking it on the
chin. However, it was only a matter of time before they would realize that the powerful
Resistance ships were being manufactured in the Zone and then they would turn their
offensive to us. I only hoped we had enough time to build up our own fleet before that
happened.
Chapter 43
Fortune was with us, it seemed. The Fringe Colonies were now fully committed to a
shooting war with the TSN. The Terran Government forces were taking heavy
casualties thanks to the technological edge the Resistance ships possessed. But then
the TSN could afford to take a lot of losses. Our own Fleet construction was slowed by
the need to produce two resistance ships to every one of ours to replace their losses in
battle. Still, the TSN was falling back, not necessarily in disarray, but they were
definitely slowly giving up space.
When our own fleet of ships reached 12 Serendipity Class Super dreadnoughts and
a complete set of escorts, it was decided that it was time to go on the offensive. The
plan was to slip in behind the TSN and start taking out ship production capability, as to
make the attrition the TSN was experiencing more painful for them. It was a risky
gambit, but given the limited number of our fleet, we felt this would be the best way to
make the most impact. Another job of the fleet would be to take out as many TSN
forces as it could. We all knew that eventually the TSN would have to amass enough
ships to take us on with overwhelming numbers. That would take the pressure off of the
Resistance and allow them to make significant gains. Though our fleet would most
likely take a beating, it was hoped that we could do enough damage to make any victory
the TSN won a pyrrhic one.
The Fleet was in the last stages of making ready to go to war. The last of the new
ships were on their shake down cruises when Admiral Shehane came to visit me. She
had been tapped to lead the attack fleet, and we had seen a lot of each other while
getting to know the new ships, their capabilities and devising new tactics to utilize their
incredible fields of fire and unparalleled maneuverability. She seemed a bit anxious this
time though.
"Hi, Jess," I greeted her with a hug. "How's the fleet coming? Is there something
wrong?"
"The fleet is great, Sugar," she replied, "but we do seem to have a bit of a glitch." I
arched an eyebrow and waited for her to go on.
"As you know, we have divided the fleet into task forces," I nodded. "Well, I will be
commanding Battle Group Alpha, and Darius Edmunds has graciously consented to
head Battle Group Charlie, but the problem is we don't have a seasoned enough officer
to command Battle Group Bravo."
"So, what will you do?" I asked, not really liking where this was going one bit.
"Well, Darius and I studied the personnel records of our senior people, but time and
time again only one person came up that would fit the bill. Unfortunately, this person is
now a civilian," she explained. "She is a seasoned naval officer and unlike most of the
others we reviewed she has combat experience."
"Jesse, you know I love you, but NO WAY IN HELL," I said emphatically. "I have
given enough to the cause. I need to be here with my family, designing ships for us to
win the war with."
"That's what we thought you would say," Jesse said sadly. "Valerie, we need you.
You know these revolutionary new ships and what they are capable of better than
anyone; add to it that, you are a brilliant tactician and would be a tremendous asset to
the fleet when it drops in the pot, and it will drop in the pot. Valerie, I need someone
steady I can depend on to hold the line. You are that someone."
"No, Jesse," I declined. "I have done my part. I've had my fill of being in harm's way
against overwhelming odds. I have to think about my family. I need to be here for
them. I promised Miri that I wouldn't leave her again. This is someone else's fight now."
"Hi, Jesse," Miri said as she walked in the room. "What's going on?"
Jesse explained what she was asking me to do and gave all the reasons they
needed me. Miri came over and sat down beside me. She took my hands and looked
into my eyes. "Dearest," she asked, "what would you do if you didn't have me to worry
about?"
"I'd probably go back to catatonia," I said with a smile.
"I'm serious," she said. "What would you do if I said I think they do need you and
that I would be willing to let you go?"
"I would probably go," I said sobering. "But, Miri, what about my promise, what
about..."
"My fear?" she said smiling gently. "I will still be terrified every moment you are gone
that you might not come home. I would still be afraid of a life without you to hold. But,
Valerie, Jesse is right, you do belong out there with the fleet. You are a marvelous ship
designer, and you are an utterly incredible lover and life partner, but Valerie, you were
born to command a starship in battle. You are more alive, more at ease there than
anywhere I have ever seen you, excepting, of course, when I have you in bed." The last
part was said with a lecherous grin. "Valerie, I want you to go. I can deal with my fear
now. I know I can't protect you from everything, but I also know you won't take any
stupid risks either. Just promise me that you will try like hell to come back to me?"
I thought about it for a while. I didn't want to be parted from Miri any more than she
wanted to be parted from me, but she had purposely taken away my unselfish
justification for refusing to go, and well...I never was too good at being selfish when
there was something I could do to help.
"Okay, Jesse, Miri, you win," I sighed. "You got yourself a Battle Group Commander,
Admiral."
"Damn right I do," Jesse said. She winked at Miri and I knew I had been set up.
-=|=-
For the next three weeks I was almost completely engaged with shaking down my
new crew. We had to get to know each other and build a working relationship before we
went into harm's way or we were toast. The first thing I did was to go through the crew
roster. I had to admit they had given me a very competent crew. They were the cream
of the Zone naval forces. Some of them I knew personally from interactions with the
admiral's command staff, but for most I had only their efficiency reports to go by.
There were two very big surprises, though. As I was going through the personnel
roster, I saw a pair of very familiar names on my command staff, one Lieutenant
Commander Dan Chestnut, my Computer Control Officer, and one Commander Erika
Voss, my new XO.
Wow, neither of them had even been officers before now, but our Fleet was growing
so much that the more competent enlisted people were promoted by leaps and bounds.
Indeed, personally the last official rank I had held was light commander, now I was a
full-blown Vice Admiral. Darius now held the rank of Admiral and Jesse was a Grand
Admiral.
Three days before departure, the expeditionary fleet was given a three-day liberty to
say their good-byes and get the pent-up nervous energy out of their system. I chose to
have Miri and Brock come up to my assigned flagship, the Serendipity of Freedom. Dan
also chose to remain on the ship since we were the only family he really had at this
point. This all worked out according to Miri's plan because while Dan was giving Brock
a tour of the ship Miri used that time to make sure I didn't go to space frustrated.
On the final evening before we shipped out, Miri and I laid in my bed in the rather
luxurious suite of rooms I rated as an Admiral. We lounged in each other's arms
basking in the post-orgasmic glow. That's when she proved that even after all those
years she could still shock me.
"Val?" she asked me.
"Yeah, Beautiful?" I replied.
"I want you to do something for me," Miri said.
"Anything, my love," I smiled.
"You know Erika has like this huge crush on you, right?" Miri said.
"I wasn't aware of that, no," I said, mildly surprised.
"Well, she does," Miri confirmed. "She knows that we are life partners, and that she
doesn't have a chance to come between that, but she requested as a personal favor
from Jesse that she be assigned to your ship. She said something about learning from
you."
"Miri, where is this going?" I asked her.
"Valerie, I want you to play with her a little," Miri said.
"Miri? Why? That would be so wrong to toy with her like that," I said in dismay.
"I didn't mean toy with her," Miri clarified. "I just want you to enjoy each other. You
know, in case either of you doesn't make it back. She's a good woman, Valerie. She
deserves someone as good as you, even if it's only for this mission."
Now I know that, in the TSN, fraternizing with other crewmembers is frowned on, and
some people would be screaming stridently for even thinking of Miri's suggestion, but
this wasn't a standard type of Navy. We were all Zone, and we found that if the crew
established bunkmates that they were intimate with, they seemed to perform better and
be less stressed when at space for long periods of time, so this wasn't an unreasonable
idea as far as the Zone Navy was concerned. I, on the other hand, couldn't believe
what I was hearing.
"Miri, you can't be serious," I said. "You know I am faithful to you. You know you are
the only one I want."
"I know, Val, I know," Miri said, tweaking me on the tip of the nose. "This is not
about you being faithful to me. This is about giving a great girl something she really
wants. It's about making Erika happy since she might not be coming back."
"Miri, I thought you said you weren't sharing me with anyone?" I said, still not
believing she was doing it to me again.
"Well, I am willing to share with people that I think are special and that I think you
might be interested in," Miri grinned. "I am not threatened here. I know where your
heart is, Babe. This is about sharing comfort and pleasure with someone special that
otherwise wouldn't have a chance. I guess what I'm saying is that I don't want either of
you to die alone."
"Shit, Miri, that's morbid," I said, still shocked.
"Not really," she said. "Valerie, are you not attracted to her?"
"It's not that, Miri," I said. "She is very attractive in a Viking sort of way, it's just, well,
I dunno, I would feel like I was cheating on you. Okay, I will consider it, but I can't say I
will."
"Great!" Miri smiled and kissed me before her head disappeared beneath the covers,
proceeding to turn my world inside out again. Damn, she could push my buttons.
-=|=-
In the conclusion of The Serendipity of Freedom, Valerie and the task force go forth into
enemy territory. Will Valerie once again defeat the odds and return home to Miri? Will
the Terran Government overwhelm the dissidents, or will liberty and justice prevail?
Find out as Valerie's story comes full circle. -- LCG
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