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DSRS Exile Fleet, Preface
Chapter 0
In the twenty third century, mankind has moved out into the nearby stars.
Expanding their presence wherever possible.
But in the time between the twenty first and twenty third century,
natural born women are in a decline. There are more males born than
females. So women have gained a sense of power, they are given incentives
and privileges far beyond what men are given.
As a result those who are Transgendered have been targeted as criminals,
set on destroying mankind. Fueled by hardline religious fanatics pushing
and coercing their ideals through the government, and by the formation of
the Gender Police. But these laws too are one sided, with female to male
variants being given life sentences where Male to Females are sentenced
to death.
Everything about a person's personal life became dictated by the Gender
Police. The maximum and minimum length of hair, depending on their birth
gender. The mannerism's and even the pitch of their voice was reason to
suspect a person.
Early in the twenty fourth century the TGU, (Trans-Gender Underground)
was formed as the Gender Police took to ships, going out to the colonies
to enforce their laws.
Where did they get their extravagant funding? From those found guilty,
their assets, bank accounts and businesses were seized to help offset the
costs. And the Gender Police grew each time someone high up in the
financial world was found guilty, whether they were or not.
The only true safe place to be transgendered was on your own ship in
space, alone, far beyond the reaches of the Gender Police.
Lawrence Wells was well aware of this, he'd grown up on a freighter. His
family saving what they could to pay for him to have an education. They
knew about Lawrence's desires. His love of feeling pretty. But they
accepted him, and would do whatever they could to protect him. His second
mother was in fact Transgendered. Having had the operation at a remote
location in deep space. The medical ship always moving to stay clear of
the Gender Police constant searches.
Then when he was eighteen he was piloting one of the shuttles through a
debris field near Mars station when the Gender Police arrived and boarded
his families Freighter.
He had just enough time to change clothes and trim his long hair to
within the Standard length allowable before he too was boarded.
The trial was quick, and over with before they knew what had happened. It
was later after the trial when they turned command of the family's ship
over to one the new Hold Hands that he realized what had happened. They
had put a mole into the crew, and he had turned them in.
His parents had been very careful not to keep anything that could
incriminate Lawrence, aboard the ship. So he narrowly escaped on lack of
evidence.
He sat in a dazed drunken stupor in the bar in Mars City. Unaware at
first of the others around him until the young girl across from him
finally got his attention. "Hi, my name is Clarice, Clarice Void," she
said as if it should ring some kind of bell.
In truth all he could remember was that his mother Anna had often talked
about knowing someone in the underground named Void. He just stared at
her blankly, waiting.
Finally she leaned across the table and whispered into her ear. "If you
want to avenge your parents, especially Anna, then you will come with us
Larissa Wells."
It was the first time she'd ever met Clarice, Shelly and Bonnie, but it
wouldn't be the last. She was taught to spot the signs that marked the
TGU safe houses, and the always moving meeting places on any planet.
With her own shuttle, she got a job working for Deep Space Technologies
on Earth, quickly establishing Lawrence as an experienced pilot capable
of handling almost any situation. He was soon offered a bigger job.
"Lawrence, we need a brave young hard driven pilot of your caliber to go
to the asteroid fields near Tau. It's a one man mission and you will be
paid for the full two and a half years you are gone. Plus you will get to
pilot one of our Deep Space Research Probes," they offered.
"Sir I was planning to get my Engineering degree," he said, still in
shock over Clarice's trial and execution.
"We will pay for the courses, on top of the usual pay. We really need to
get there before the competition does. You can sleep train all the way
there and back. How about it?"
"You mean just me, by myself out there for a whole two and a half years?"
"Yes and when you get back we'll have rebuilt that shuttle of yours. Or
you can take your pick of a new one while you see where you fit into our
little family here."
Shelly, Bonnie and Clarice had already taken research missions for them.
But Clarice had been caught three days before her launch by the Gender
Police.
Now he was taking her Research ship 921, and going on her mission. Part
of him felt guilty about that.
On the outward leg just before going into Hypersleep he'd been in contact
with both Shelly and Bonnie. The coded message was clear. The Gender
Police were looking for them, but they had no idea about Larissa.
He decided to wait until he reached his destination before becoming
Larissa. If he was boarded by the gender Police he could say the cases of
clothing had belonged to Clarice since he was taking her mission.
He set the sleep trainer to constant, and set the beard growth inhibitor
to maximum, then climbed into the Hypersleep chamber after rechecking his
course to the Tau System.
He would find a way to get his Mother out of Prison, one way or another.
His father and Anna had already been executed, but he would find a way to
save his mother from the hell they put women through in the Gender Police
prisons.
He didn't know that DST Corp. was already aware of his mindset. Or that
the head of DST corp. was a member of the underground. If he had he might
have rested a bit easier.
At the same time as he was setting out for Tau, the Military was sending
a research ship to investigate the Black Hole near Circes in the Orion
Quadrant. It would be the first of nine that were lost without a trace
before his return.
Chapter 1.8
They were halfway back when the precious metal detectors pinged for
attention. Res located it to determine if he should wake his pilot or not
but the artifact was so minute in size he easily opened the scoop and
captured it in passing with only a slight course change of .004 degrees,
not enough to require alerting his pilot.
Res had just finished analyzing the object which appeared to be a circuit
of some sort. Then discovered the programming and began breaking down the
code. In his excitement to add it to the design of the DSRS he missed the
first transmission from the Battle Cruiser. He'd just finished tying
everything into the design when he became aware that he would not be able
to wake Larissa in time.
He copied the design into a coded message and sent it to the only two
persons his captain felt she could trust. The message went to the
Decommissioned Fleet of ships in the Omega Bone Yards. Ships that were
past their use and left to deteriorate in space.
Misfit, as Shelly had begun to call her little ship alerted her to a
message from Captain Larissa Wells. Five thousand meters away the
Prankster was doing the same with Bonnie.
The fact that it was a military ship and not a Gender Police ship bought
them some time. The Military didn't always cooperate with the GP. In
addition the DST Corp. had entered into long term contracts with the
Military due to the loss of so many heavy research ships.
So it was a military trial that took place once they reached Port at
Lunar station. They watched the trial as they carefully made their way
toward home. Larissa was kept in Hypersleep the entire time.
"I bet they're holding off on the execution until after they get her ship
built. Just in case they need her," Bonnie voiced her concerns.
It could only be one of three floating prisons, but which one? She was a
civilian so that narrowed it down to two of the GP's prisons. The rest
were scattered about the universe, and little more than just high priced
brothels used by the GP to bring in more money in the name of reforming
the inmates to a good and decent life as citizens of the universe. The
inmates had no choice but to submit to the desires of whoever paid for
their services.
They decided the best bet would be the juvenile facility, those there
were young enough that they could be brainwashed into following the
doctrine of the GP.
It had taken nine months to form the plan and wait while everyone was
occupied with the attempted launch of the DSRS.
The Misfit and Prankster both barreled in at high velocity, their noses
armed with the deep space Asteroid harpoons. As they hit their braking
thrusters on full, they fired the harpoons, and began reeling themselves
in, their magnetic grapplers holding them fast as they ripped open the
hull to gain access. There were seventeen prisoners there, all young
teens. And they took everyone with them as they cut the cables and
released the grapplers before going into a wild spin at full thrust. The
spin of the ships, while too fast for the pilots to be in control, was
enough to confuse the defensive rockets fired at them.
"Shit, shit, shit, we should have hit the military prison," said Shelly.
"If you're after Captain Wells they're keeping her at the Space Station,"
said the one named Cloe. "I saw her last week before I got caught. "She's
on display still in Hypersleep."
"Why would they do that?" Bonnie asked.
"They need her for answers about her new ship design. No one can get it
to work. They said something about a Trans-Virus in the system. They
can't figure out how to remove the scanner without destroying the
systems."
"Yeah and there's a lot of other stuff with no explanation about what
it's for," added another teen girl named Julie.
"I'd give anything for a copy of her ship design," added Patricia. "I bet
we could make it work."
"And we already have everything we need right here and no one watching
over our shoulders."
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They were listening in on the channels for the Lunar Space Station while
they worked. At each stage they tested the new installations to ensure
they worked. They'd just finished with Misfit and Prankster when they
intercepted the coded message that the United Fleet Admiral was on her
way to Lunar Station to consult with Captain Wells, and to be sure that
she was awake when she got there."
"Cloe, we're going to try to intercept. If we don't come back or if
something happens you are on your own, Captain."
"Safe Hunting," she told the two women who were already heading for the
jump point to put them closer to Earth and Lunar Station. They still had
a lot of things they had no idea what they were for.
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As soon as they were clear of the fleet, Res flashed her a personal
message, "We need to go to the Bone yards at Omega."
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