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DSRS Exile Fleet, part 4, Herminian Contact
By: Erika Madison
"Captain we are picking up Ship signatures," reported the communications
officer aboard the Buccaneer where she maintained a stationary hold near
the Black hole.
"More debris?" asked Capt Terl.
"Negative Sir. I've got two signatures that read as," suddenly the comm
channel crackled to life in their native tongue then repeated in
Universal.
",,,,,, warning, dropping out blind. Please clear the drop out zone.
This is the Exile Sanctuary Fleet Ship Ting in formation with the Rage,
we are dropping out, Please clear the drop out Zone."
The Herminian ship pulled back unsure of what to expect, then suddenly
the two ships dropped out together, quickly separating to either side as
they raced to get clear.
"This is Captain Terl of the Herminian ship Buccaneer, please identify
and state your intentions," he called over the open channel as several
smaller ships began moving back into the drop out zone.
When his screen lit up he was surprised to see a human at first.
"Captain I have visual communications," reported the young looking girl.
"Captain Terl, Captain Cree sends her greetings. We are here to find out
what happened to two Earth ships that entered the hole on this vector
from their own side of the hole," reported Captain Coor.
"You mean the wreckage? There were no survivors," he stated.
"Captain Coor, we're getting a signal from the Singer. She is inbound
with the Misfit and the Juxtapose to assist us if needed."
"Coor? Weren't you Captain Cree's helmsman?" demanded Terl.
"Aye Captain, now I have my own ship. Captain Cree sends her greetings.
But would you mind allowing us to get clear? I wouldn't want to end up
like the original Pounce."
They'd just barely gotten clear before the other three ships dropped
out. The five newly arrived ships were escorted deeper into the system
toward one of the space stations.
They noted scrapping had already begun on the two Gender Police Ships,
or rather the wreckage.
The five captains transported aboard the space station to meet with the
Sector Commander. Coor wasn't surprised that upon arrival they each had
their Comm Badges confiscated.
"It is standard protocol," Coor assured Shelly. "It prevents anyone from
transporting into a Secure Briefing."
"Or us from leaving," added Shing.
They were interrupted by the arrival of the Commander.
"Alright who can tell me about what the Blazes is going on?" he demanded
only to be surprised as Shelly stepped forward.
"I have a video message from the Admirals, Sir," she produced a little
disc.
"Admirals?"
"Yes Admirals Cree, Wells and Rains, Sir," she responded.
"Cree is only a Captain, and if she's using the title of Admiral that
makes her a Criminal."
"Not in Sanctuary it doesn't," growled Vailsong. "She has joint command
of the Exile Sanctuary fleet with Admiral Wells. But I believe if you
watch the message you will understand what is happening," she added
leaving off any formality. She was angry that he dared to assume to know
what was happening without any information. Cree had kept them all alive
when it seemed everything was lost.
The meeting took much longer than Breeze liked. She was getting nervous
not knowing what was going on. She knew the communicator badges had been
confiscated, she didn't know that Amelie had planted one on Torg before
they had transported. And was listening to the meeting
When Commander Jowl said, "I want security teams on those ships now."
Amelie responded with, "Full Shields now!" over their own communications
channel.
The result was instantaneous. The engineers had maintained a steady lock
on their captains using the badge on Torg's belt as a reference. The
moment Amelie called for full shields they transported their captains
back aboard before the shields were raised. The raised shields prevented
anyone outside their radius from transporting onto the ships.
"Amelie, thank you," said Coor. "You were right. Now if you would please
broadcast the message we delivered that he refused to listen to."
"Broadcasting now Ma'am," was her response.
The military ships responding to the stations request for assistance
slowed as they began receiving the transmission.
"What the hell is this? Where's this coming from?" most of the captains
demanded.
After the full transmission Coor standing beside Shelly opened a
channel. "Greetings from Exile Sanctuary."
"Coor, is that really you? You're wearing Captains bars," said a very
old looking Herminian.
"Yes father, this is my ship, the Ting. And this is Captain Shelly of
the Misfit."
Shelly nodded to him from the view screen.
"Admiral Novi to all Herminian Ships, stand down," he called.
"Thank you Sir," Shelly said in what little bit she had begun to learn
of the Herminian language.
"You are most welcome Captain. Would you care to come over for
refreshments?" he smiled back at her. "And tell me and your mother about
this war that is plaguing your home universe."
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"Two more days and we'll be ready to raise ship again Ma'am," reported
the chief engineer of the Constantine.
"And the new shielding?" Admiral Rains asked.
"All the tests are positive Ma'am but there's only one way to really
find out."
"Number one," she called out. "Begin securing our guests who wish to
return home. Hold number five should be large enough, and secure enough.
I'm going to try to visit my daughter again before I leave."
"Aye Ma'am," he began issuing orders to make the hold ready.
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"Captain Coor, is there any way that we could open communications with
Admiral Cree?" asked Admiral Novi. But it was Shelly who responded.
"I'll have the Misfit take up a position as a Com relay station, Sir. We
can shoot a laser message through to them at Sanctuary." She offered.
They were giving tours of the ships to the various captains when the
response finally came back. But it was from the Prankster.
"Admiral Novi, greetings. We are happy to know our ships arrived
unscathed. I have Admiral Horn here with me, he can give you an update
on the situation on this side of the 'Hole'," she said.
"We received word earlier today that the Constantine was preparing to
raise ship from the planet. They will probably be in the black hole
before they can get this message," began the obviously recorded message
from Horn. "Things have become a bit precarious here. A GP Mine Layer
succeeded in spreading space mines in the jump corridor to Sanctuary.
They were destroyed before they could reach the drop out zone though.
But we cannot send anyone through to Sanctuary from here until we get a
Mine Sweeper in to clear the vector. At present the only one available
is in another section of Space and cannot reach us for at least a
fortnight."
"Why are they sending the message to us?" asked Novi.
"Because the Space Buoy they were using for communications to Sanctuary
is in the middle of those mines," answered Coor. "Com, relay that
message AAA1 Extreme Priority to Sanctuary."
"It's already on its way Captain," she said.
"Admiral, Permission to accompany Captain Coor to the Sol System,"
requested someone on the open channel.
"Your request is noted Fritz, but I need you here. I am taking the
Cosmos, Fearless, and Ripper with me. Begin organizing the Fleets to
send assistance. And get us a Com Buoy set up to relay messages to both
universes." "Coor, please feed the Jump Vector to my Mine Sweepers," he
said to his daughter. "Fritz, contact the Lycan Ambassador. They've been
itching to show us that they want to be Allies, this is their chance."
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"All hands prepare to enter the Jump corridor, Helm lay in the Vector,"
called Admiral Rains.
"Ma'am we have a Priority message from Admiral Horn, relayed from
Herminia."
"Send it to my Console," she ordered as her privacy screen came up
around her command chair. She quickly began listening to the message.
A moment later the screen dropped as she yelled, "Abort, abort the Jump
Now!" as she hit the open frequency Com button on her own console, it
went over the open Channels to all the ships in the formation.
"What is it, what's going on?" Larissa asked on the private Command
Channel.
"They've mined the Vector, the GP's managed to get a Mine Layer past the
picket line."
"We can send the smaller ships through to help clear it," offered Cree.
"No Admiral Novi is taking three of the Herminian Mine Sweepers through
on their Vector," she answered. "Com send our thanks to Admiral Novi.
Ask him to relay it too Horn as well."
One thing her crew was noticing about their Admiral now was that the
recent events of the last few weeks had had a surprising effect on her.
Before she had always used proper military titles, distancing herself
from them by strict protocol. They liked this side of her, it was more
personal, warmer, but troubled as she tried to gain some connection with
her daughter Rita.
The group of ships in formation with the Constantine began slowly moving
back toward the planet they now called home. Sanctuary to all, but
formally designated by Earths, Admiral Rains as Free Sanctuary.
To the crews of the Exile and her fleet of Earth ships it was known as
Exile Sanctuary. A name that Cree's crews were beginning to take up as
well. They had originally called it sanctuary after the Earth ship
Canary had dropped out on top of the Pounce nearly destroying both
ships.
They'd been living on the planet while turning the shuttles into
salvage/rescue vessels. Until the arrival of the DSRS Exile and the
three other human ships who had begun helping them to convert their
shuttles into similar ships.
That the Exile fleet was freely sharing technology and openly accepting
of the Herminian's was not lost on their new allies. There had been a
lot of 'Cross Decking' between the two cultures, and mixing of crews.
There were humans aboard the Herminian ships, and Herminians aboard the
human ships.
Probably the biggest change was the appointment of Tandi as not only the
new Cultural Advisor aboard the Constantine, but as the second officer.
The First officer also known as Number One was sharing command duties
with her.
Now while they sat in space waiting to return to the Earth system, Tandi
was teaching him Herminian Fleet terminology.
"Tandi what's a Spiral Escort?" he asked.
Reaching over she gently held his hand below the console. "Marcus, it is
where three or more Escort ships fly in formation continuously rotating
in a spiral pattern around the escorted ship to help mask its
signature," she responded as her other hand pulled up a simulated video
image.
"So then a compass formation would be a point and trail escort with two
or more in a spiral," he said.
She leaned over and kissed his lips. "Yes you are learning." He blushed
a bit then risked a glance over his shoulder toward his Admiral to see
if she had noticed.
Her response was a smile and a wink of approval. She continued to watch
not just that pair but her new Navigations officer, Myrrella as she
added more data to the Constantine's memory banks and Star Charts.
"Myr, why was the pounce out here anyway?" asked Ensign Davenport the
chief Navigator.
"Oh, it was because of the Lycan's. We needed more room but we didn't
want to risk another war with the Wolves," she said.
"War?" "Wolves?" "Lycan's?" three different people asked at once.
"I would very much like to hear more about this subject as well," the
Admiral spoke up. "Or were you told not to speak of it?"
"Oh, no it's common knowledge. I guess we were so caught up in trying to
figure out how to help you that we forgot about it. I mean now that
we've made peace, and agreed not to settle any more planets in their
territory of space."
As the two new crew members began to tell what they knew about the Lycan
War, it quickly spread that there was yet another Race out there with
War Ships.
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"Mom," Pearl got Larissa's attention. "Admiral Rains is requesting a
private conference."
Going to her command briefing room, which was also the ships Galley
Larissa opened a secure channel, also opening the same channel to Cree.
"Yes Admiral?"
"I've just heard about the Lycan War," she let it hang watching
Larissa's reaction.
"Oh that, Sorry I forgot to tell you about that. But its long over with
I assure you." she answered. "I guess we all got so caught up in the war
at home with the Gender Police, Sorry. We can asked Cree to send you the
recorded archives if you like."
"So she didn't tell you not to say anything to us about it?"
"I most certainly did not," spoke up Cree. "We were more concerned with
how to help you in your own struggles. But if there might be something
in studying it that might help you in regaining freedom from these
Gender Police then our archives are at your disposal. Our Mine Sweepers
became very useful in that war, which is why those being sent by Admiral
Novi were so readily available."
"I'm sorry Cree, I really am. I guess having the Gender Police in such
power for so long has made us all suspicious of everyone else's
motivations," apologized Rains.
"Admiral, Amanda," Cree said. "I really am sorry I should have mentioned
it to you."
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"Admiral, we have a priority message from an Admiral Novi. It came out
of the black hole sir." Said the Communications officer.
Horn noted that Capt Coor was with him in the view screen as he listened
to the message.
"Admiral Horn, I am Admiral Novi of the Herminian Second Fleet. I have
been apprised of your current situation and am bringing my Mine Sweepers
with me to clear your jump corridors. Once we have done that the
Constantine will be clear to return. And we can sit down and discuss how
my fleet can assist yours. Please tell me how many of my Destroyers and
Fighter carriers you need to secure your current section of space, and I
will have them prepare to make the jump once the mines are cleared."
Admiral horn calculated about a four minute delay in the communications
as he prepared his reply. He calculated in the already lapsed time and
then stepped back out onto the bridge.
"Com open a channel through, on the same vector as that signal." He
waited until it was open. "Open the Fleet Com channel," he wanted every
ship in his fleet and those of the other Earth Fleets to hear his reply.
"Admiral Novi, your offer comes at a most welcome time. I thank you and
will have my picket line standing ready to clear the way for you. And
any of your ships that you wish to bring to assist us will be welcomed
openly. Certainly any Fighter Carriers that you can spare from your own
front line, but we do not wish you to jeopardize your own security in
doing so," he said.
As he waited for the reply he listened to the assurances of the
remaining Herminian's that the Herminian Lycan border was peaceful and
not likely to lapse back into hostilities.
"Sir we have a relay from the Constantine."
"Jerry, I'm giving you the authority to coordinate with Admiral Novi for
anything you two feel might be needed. But I am worried about how the
GP's managed to get a Miner in past the Carriers," she hesitated.
"Jerry, don't take chances. If you can't fully trust any of our own
fleet ships you need to make sure they can't interfere. I'm telling Novi
that he can trust you to identify our still loyal ships. But I also told
him if one of our ships fires on him or his ships he has my personal
permission to destroy it. Something you should have done before that
Miner got past you."
Did she know? How could she know that I let the sturgeon get in too
close before verifying their loyalty? He still had one carrier left
though. He had been so preoccupied with the content of her message that
he almost missed the personal message.
"Jerry, that first message was for the fleets. Don't worry I do
understand how it happened. I should have told you before I was caught
up in the Flux that I was doubting the loyalty of the Sturgeon. And
thank you for getting that message to us when you did."
"I want you to know that if I, if I don't get back in time the command
falls to you. You are my Number One, and you have been ever since that
night on Vega, I just never could figure out how to tell you about it,
I'm sorry."
That was the end of the message, but it opened more questions than it
answered. What did she mean by, 'He was her number one and had been
since that night on Vega?' 'That was fourteen years ago. They had both
just gotten their first commands and had celebrated it together. It had
been the only time they'd ever,' he jumped up and pulled up the record
on Rita Rains. She would be fifteen in just two more months. His head
swam with figuring out all the possibilities.
What neither Admiral knew was that the messages were being sent through
the Exile to be relayed.
Amanda Rains had always been a headstrong Woman, and now realizing what
she'd almost done to her only child. Seeing the resentment that still
smoldered behind those beautiful eyes. She had no hope of redeeming
herself. Every time she heard Larissa referred to as Mom, it cut like a
knife, she wanted to stop hurting her daughter, and she wanted to stop
hurting herself. She wanted her to be free to choose her own life. She'd
spent a lot of hours the last few days agonizing about it, and had
finally made her decision. The rest could go on without her, they had
allies now to help.
Admiral Raines stepped into the shuttle known as the Admiral's, a place
where she often went alone to think. When she began the startup
sequence, the first officer waited expecting the usual crew to be
called. Then he realized the Admirals pilot was on the bridge. Something
was wrong, she'd just input the command code allowing herself to
override the Constantine's command control.
Admirals log, Star Date
I officially return Command of the Constantine to Vice Commander Marcus
Willoughby. God speed and safe hunting.
Admiral Rains, Amanda.
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Rita had been on the bridge with Pearl as she was encrypting the message
for the Laser relay.
Larissa took note of the way Rita had suddenly rushed from the bridge,
and decided to follow and find out what had upset her. She found her in
the Med Lab, a piece of crumpled printout in her hand, the DNA sequencer
whirring away as it ran cross matches.
Larissa's heart seemed ready to break as she looked into the tear
streaked eyes of her medical officer. Then glanced at the three sample
DNA registrations that were being cross matched. Rains, T; Rains, R; and
Horn, J. It only took a moment for the results, and Rains, T was not a
Match. Horn, J was a 92.3137% Match.
But then to her surprise Rita grinned up at her as she wrapped her arms
around her. "He's not dead, my Daddy isn't dead." At her stunned
expression she continued holding out the crumpled copy of the printed
message. "I knew he couldn't be my Daddy. I think he knew it too."
I lifted her face and wiped at her tears. "The big question is what are
you going to do with this information? And I guess the next is why you
are so pleased about it?"
"Don't you see Mom, he never showed me any affection. He hardly ever
spoke to me unless he was yelling at me. They fought all the time,
mostly about me. I wasn't premature like she told everyone. She almost
let it slip once. It was during my trial. She said I almost ruined her
career being born nine months after she got her first command. She
married Thom Rains six months before I was born."
"Three months into her first command," I finished. "Rita, I know what
you are thinking about doing. But I want you to think about all the
possible consequences of doing it. Right now in the middle of this war,
who do you think would benefit most if this came out?"
"But, but,"
"You know it, I know it, and your Mother knows it. I only know one other
person that needs to know it. And I am here for you, I'll help you any
way I can. But with the war situation, information like this could turn
tides the wrong direction," I told her.
"I, I need to let him know that I know," she said.
"You just want to talk to him or both of them?" I asked.
"Larissa," Res interrupted.
"Mom, the Constantine just launched the Admirals Shuttle. It's heading
into the Hole," Pearl said.
"Engineering, transport everyone on board to the galley," I ordered.
"Sorry Ma'am their combat shields are up."
"Helm,"
"Intercepting, Ma'am," the sudden thrust before our stabilizers kicked
in told me that my pilots were flying by hand. "We just need to get
close enough to get inside her shields."
The look on Rita's face told me this wasn't what she wanted. "How many
are aboard?" I asked.
"Just the Admiral," came back the reply from Res. "Still trying to get a
transport lock." So my own ship was doing all he could to help.
We had to reach her before we jumped into the hole, her shuttle had no
flux shielding. She had to know that it was suicide to even try it.
"Come on get a lock on her damnit. Transport her to sickbay."
"Larissa what's going on?" shouted Cree.
"Admiral stop!" I yelled.
"Momma, please don't do this!" pleaded Rita. "I still love you."
"Got her," reported Res.
"Oh shit, we're in the Flux," confirmed Darla.
The Admiral appeared in the med lab and Rita grabbed hold of her. The
shuttle was being ripped apart even as we sped past it, no turning back
now. The Exile was heading home whether we were ready to or not, even if
those mines were still there.
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