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Tracker Scout Training, the Gathering
Talon, Draconian Load Star
Tracker Scout Training Transport
Training Cadre:
Serene Derrell, Commander, Draconian
Mordina, Sub-Commander, Primary Driver, Draconian
Lorissa, Sub-Commander, Navigator/Communications, Demonian
Dante, Captain, Traffic Control and investigations, Terrellian
Portellini, Lieutenant, Crowd Control, Lyconian
Valdemere, Lieutenant, Reports and Forms, Terrellian
Dove, Captain, Medical Officer, Orion
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Talon on approach to Demonia Two, coordinates locked in," reported Scout
Nati at the wheel.
"Transmitting Coordinates to the Portal, notifying Planetary Traffic
Control," reported Tracker Scout Millie.
"Roger, Increase velocity to Portal Speed. Inform the Palace Guardians
that Talon is Inbound," ordered Midnight in the Command Chair. "And
Millie, activate the Jump Beacon now please, before we get smeared."
Millie gulped as she activated the Beacon.
"Commit Markers," reported Nati.
"Com Blackout," reported Millie.
It was a long jump from Terrellia to Demonia Two. It was also the first
Phase Jump skipping over more than one Parallel with a Scout in Command.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion for a few heartbeats, then
returned to normal as they continued through the blacked out haze of null
space.
"Six Hundred KPS and Steady," Nati reported our speed.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
We'd been in the Longest Phase Jump I'd ever experienced, twenty three
minutes, when it felt like something slammed into us from the side at
about the same time as something hit us from the rear and Alarms began
going off.
"Hold her steady, Millie get on the secondary Wheel. Commander, is
everyone alright?" I asked.
"Roger, we have a few bumps and bruises back here but everyone is
alright," reported Captain Dove.
"Scout Dorian report to the Command Section," ordered Lorissa. "Mordina,
I need you up top. We've lost our Antennas."
"All sections, Damage reports," called out Dorian as he stepped up beside
me.
"Dorian, what happened? Where's Commander Derrell?" I asked.
"Getting stitches, lots of stitches," he said.
"I better let you take over," I told him as I started to get up.
"Stay put, this isn't the time to be changing command." He reached over
and touched a holo-key marked JC. Then tapped the Secondary Navigation
seat. The HUD showed we were now traveling at Twelve Hundred KPS.
'Joint Command Control activated', reported the computer.
I smiled at him as he took his seat and a copy of the Command HUD sprang
to life around him.
"Alright let's begin checking our systems. Navigation, find us an open
portal," he directed.
"Communications, give us the data stream just prior to the Incident," I
directed.
There it was, a buzzing hum. "What the hell is that?" I asked Dorian.
"Noise Analysis," directed Dorian.
"Kardashian Sub-light Ore Freighter," reported Millie. "They passed too
close to the Freeway."
If the freighter had caused this, it could only mean that it was a hot
fusion propulsion system. Otherwise it wouldn't have had any effect. It
had disrupted the Stream we were running on, and all we could hope for
was to drop out on a known planet.
"Forward Scan for the nearest Portal," I directed.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Mordina and Lorissa were busy in the overhead space behind the Wind
Jammer trying to assemble the Emergency Antennas.
"So how bad is Serena?" asked Mordina.
Lorissa winked, "Doing better than she looked."
"Any idea where we're going to drop out?" asked Mordina.
"Halcion, but you don't know that," said Serena quietly over their
personal Com badges.
"Halcion? How do you know that?"
"Lorissa recognized the buzzing, she used her override to initiate the
Command Boosters. Just before we lost our antennas we locked onto the
Halcion Beacon."
The Command Boost if used in time would redirect them to the nearest
portal. In this case it had been Halcion, otherwise known as Demonia
Three.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"I've got a Portal Beacon," reported Millie. "Locking in," called out
Nati as the warning began to flash across the HUDs.
"Warning, this is a Locked Portal. Only Authorized Transports are
permitted beyond the ten Kilometer Turnaround."
"Warning Inbound Vehicle, please Identify," began another. They could
receive but not transmit.
"Inbound Vehicle, you will stop at the Ten Kilometer Turn around and
prepare to be boarded. Hellcion Defense Forces are vectoring to
intercept. Do you copy?"
Then the messages began repeating again.
"Those are Automated Messages," pointed out Yolanda as she stepped into
the Command section.
"Yeah, Halcion doesn't have any topside defense forces," echoed Dorian.
"And that last message said it was 'Hellcion' not Halcion," he pointed
out.
They felt the Talon as she began to slow for the Portal approach.
They were still doing Eight Hundred when the Haze cleared and the Talon
shot past the last Cylinders. The sky was a deep red, the ground scorched
almost as black as the pavement, as Talon began to slow down to give the
systems time to scan.
"Halcion Control this is Talon on approach to the Citadel," called
Lorissa as the backup antennas finally came online.
"Commander Midnight, we're receiving a weak signal," reported Millie.
"Talon this is F_ng Sp_r and Sout_ P__, we--- been strand--here," the
signal was very weak and we lost it. But not before we got a vector.
"Launch a Search Drone on that vector," commanded Dorian.
"Nati, Stop!" commanded Serena. "Launch all Search Drones in a 360
pattern. Establish a lock on the portal." We were busy complying with her
orders.
"Fang Spur, South Paw, this is Talon do you copy?" requested Serena.
"Drone two has something, Ma'am," reported Lorissa. "Oh my gods, it's
South Paw." There were tears in her eyes as the drone over flew the two
Transports again sending back live footage of the graves between the two
destroyed Transports, one Terrellian the other Lyconian. Like Wolfs Den
and Prowler they had been on a joint exploration mission and just
disappeared without a trace. Scattered around them were what looked like
destroyed shuttles.
"Move it Talon, we need to get there now," said Serena. We were five
hundred miles away.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The survivors were beaten, they'd given up hope of rescue. But they'd
banded together and even now we could see their experiences had changed
them forever as we began getting them aboard.
There would be time enough to get their stories once we were back in our
own known space.
We were getting ready to surrender the Command positions to the Seasoned
Officers.
Dorian, Midnight, Nati, Yolanda and Millie, what do you think you're
doing?" asked Commander Derrell.
We'd left them in the command section while we went to grab a shower and
something to eat. Now we were sitting on our bunks discussing what we
knew about how we'd gotten here, and hoping to get home.
"Grab your Vershang's and report back to the Command Section, until we
are off this rock no one is to be without them. We'll leave a Locator
Beacon so they can come back here and recover the bodies." She turned and
marched out. They were leaving Search and Rescue Beacons to mark the
destroyed Transports. The Black Boxes containing the individual
Identification Beacons were being brought with us.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Wolfs Bane, do you copy?"
"Wolfs Bane copies Reaper, where are they?"
"We don't know, we do have the Kardashian Freighter that violated the
Safe Zone," reported Otru.
"Commanders, we have a Locator Beacon, make that three Beacons," the
Communications officer sounded bewildered. "Sir I'm receiving Beacon
signatures from Talon, South Paw and Fang Spur."
"Otru, I'm showing them too," reported the other Transports one after the
next.
"I've got a string of tracking beacons lighting up," reported Saniya.
"Ping those Beacons," commanded Otru.
"Otru, Talon is inbound with the Black Boxes."
"Talon do you copy Reaper?"
"Roger Reaper, are we glad to hear you," said Yolanda.
"Otru, we're all safe. We took a bit of an unscheduled detour, but we
found South Paw and Fang Spur. We have the survivors and are continuing
on to Demonia," reported Serena.
"What happened? We thought you guys were lost for good."
"The Command Boost works," she reported. "Plus there was a top notch crew
at the helm when it happened."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Everyone knew the accident had been a one in a zillion occurrence, but
still they expected to lose both Midnight and Nati when they reached
Demonia Two.
So they were surprised when Queen Natani kissed both on the cheeks and
then exchanged Vershang's with Nati.
The survivors were going to be transported back aboard Fang and Tigress
II. Then there were five of the Tracker Scouts who opted out of
continuing the Mission. Those who were left seemed to have formed an even
stronger bond than just being Scouts together. The only ones of the scout
command group to leave were Millie and Yolanda, their parents had pulled
them from the mission. And they didn't go happily.
"Ok Nati you're up," Serena patted the command chair. "Take us to Omega
Seven." There were two new Scouts on Driving and Navigation Duty now as
we began preparing for our jump to Omega.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I know both Dorian and Midnight felt sorry for me that my shift in the
Command seat was uneventful, but I was secretly relieved. It was a two
hour Phase Jump to Omega Seven and I was happy to turn it over to Torrent
when we arrived in front of the Intergalactic Bank.
Of course when we got there it seemed like all anyone wanted to know
about was finding South Paw and Fang Spur. They were disappointed when
the IGP continued to keep the location a secret until after the two
Transports and remains could be recovered.
We'd learned on the trip to Demonia that they had entered the planet by
way of the only portal, only to find that the planets citizens had
destroyed each other in a civil war. All that was left were the automated
defense systems, what few were left. They'd fended off the first bunch
but lost their mobility in the process. After that they'd encountered a
few more at random intervals with longer and longer stretches between.
They still had no idea if there were more defense systems still active.
I sat back now and watched Noel Corgi as he sat nervously running down
the check list written on the back of his hand as he issued the orders to
head for Saturn's moon Titan. We were a week behind the Earth convoy with
Maleeza and Randi. But we were going to be traveling at the normal rate
of speed now that we had everyone but those two.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Talon do you copy, this is Bone Stripper?"
We were less than a day out from Titan and going over plans to do traffic
control for the second wave of Convoy trucks to arrive.
"Roger Bone Stripper, be advised you are on an IGP Frequency," stated
Trolley on Communications.
"Go ahead Tracker Marsh, how can we assist you?" asked Mordina.
"I have a Class One transfer to Saturn Max aboard but my Primary
Induction Coils are fouling on me. If I can set it down on top can you
give me a ride to Saturn Max? My secondary Pilot will limp the ship in to
the Maintenance Facility then pick me up at the Titan Precinct."
"Roger, we'll hold her steady." "Maintain current velocity," "Captain
Dante, prepare the topside landing locks." "Portellini, prepare to
receive Tracker Marsh and her Prisoner." "Scouts, under no circumstances
do you get within three meters of the Prisoner."
"Ma'am, Yes Ma'am," we echoed.
"And under no circumstances are you to communicate with the Delphinian.
You don't want him in your head," she warned us.
A few minutes later we felt the Talon shift as the weight of the Tracker
Ship settled into place. Captain Dante passed out hand stunners to
everyone, then pointed to where he wanted us to stand ready in case
something went wrong. Then he and the other Training officers ringed the
foot of the stairs. Their weapons however were not Stunners.
I was shocked to see the Chief Tracker as she slid down the access ladder
into the midst of Talons Work station. I had no idea that there were
Rikki's in the ranks of Chief Tracker's in the IGP. I looked at Midnight
and saw that she was just as shocked.
"Ready for the transfer any time you are Ma'am," Dante said.
She spoke into her wrist communicator then stood ready as the prisoner
was lowered into Talon in a Hyper Sleep Capsule. The Officers were quick
to complete the transfer and get the Capsule secured and connected to the
power supply in the empty Prisoner Containment Cell. The capsule now
drawing off Talon's power feed instead of the Power Pack. He was in
complete stasis and as long as nothing went wrong he'd stay that way.
She spoke into her communicator again and the Tracker Ship lifted off.
"Excuse me I should converse with your Commander," she said as she
started forward only to stop as a Mirrwick came into view on her
shoulder. Reaching up she stroked the caterpillar like creature, then
handed it to Vikki. "He will not go past the Goth or the Howler, will you
look after him?" but she was already moving forward.
If she had the male Mirrwick, where was the female? Sub-Commander Lorissa
answered our question for us as she took out what looked like a pair of
telescopic glasses. Only these were actually Shadow filters. She was
looking directly at the Containment Capsule, "There's the little lady.
And not yet bonded either."
Soon the Mirrwick became the big attraction among us Scouts. We'd heard a
lot about them but most had never seen one.
Midnight and I knew however that once they got used to Yarris and her
Goth, 'Starr', they wouldn't worry about being too close to them. It had
been the same way with the pair Pretty Lightfeather has.
We stood and watched as the thing began to crawl up and around Vikki's
neck. It kept fading in and out of sight as she stroked it. Then I caught
a feel for Yarris as he edged closer sending calm, friendly thoughts to
it, Starr doing the same.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
They'd just managed to get it to trust them when we were called to the
command section.
"Scouts Dorian, Midnight, Nati and Vikki please report to the command
section," requested Commander Derrell. We were now thirty minutes from
shooting the portal.
When we were standing at the Command chair she said, "Take a training
seat. You'll want to be familiar with these procedures in a few more
years. Reaper is going to take over on Titan to perform Traffic control.
But I've decided that you four especially will need to be familiar with
how this is done, so you'll be on the Command Deck for the rest of the
trip."
The training seats were beside the duty person at each station, and we
automatically took our seats without being told which one. Tracker Marsh
looked at Vikki curiously as she sat down next to Mordina at the Wheel.
Then her head swiveled to stare at Natani on Navigation, Yarris standing
behind her.
I went to the observer's seat at the left side of the Command chair, and
Dorian slipped into the one on the right. Turning my head I saw that
Tracker Marsh had taken the seat at the secondary Communications Console.
"Titan Traffic Control this is Talon on Approach, do you copy?" Called
out Lorissa.
"Titan Copies, Talon. Be advised there is heavy traffic in the area,"
they stated.
"Roger Titan, Talon is just passing through this trip."
We shot the Portal and as soon as we cleared the Blackout zone Tracker
Marsh began inputting Data as we headed for what looked like a Bug
Terminal.
"Talon, you are not Cleared for this Portal. State your reasons or send
the Authorization Codes," came a voice.
As she was inputting her codes she got on the radio. "Chief Tracker Marsh
of Bone Stripper. I developed a System Fluctuation with my ship and Talon
was kind enough to give me a lift. I am inbound with my Prisoner
Transfer," she stated.
"You are aware that Talon is not listed as an Authorized Transport?"
"Roger, we are aware of that," she stated as Mordina guided us past the
warning markers at the terminal.
We were now someplace that very few people ever saw. We were in a Road
Bug Terminal. The big things were zipping around as if we weren't even
there as we continued to follow a Red Line on the floor.
It felt as if Ants were crawling all over me, I could tell the rest were
feeling it too.
"That's the outer security scan," explained Serena.
"Talon this is SMC, you are clear to enter the portal. Welcome to Saturn
Max," stated a voice that sounded a bit suspicious of us.
I was now confused as we approached a portal at a speed that I thought
was too slow. And then suddenly we were exiting into what looked like
another part of the Bug Terminal.
"Talon, please stop all forward motion and prepare for Security
Inspection."
A moment later a Brown Widow phased into the Transport.
"Tracker Marsh, your Prisoner Transfer is four hours behind schedule. But
we are happy to see that you made it here. Commander Serena Derrell, it
is a pleasure to meet Talon, please proceed to Prisoner processing." And
like that the Widow was gone.
There was no sky, and it felt like we were underground.
"We are two thousand feet below the surface," confirmed Starr as Mordina
pulled us into what looked like a sort of garage area barely large enough
for Talon to fit.
Tracker Marsh went into the rear and oversaw the actual transfer, then
returned to the front.
"Well that's done. Can we please get out of here now?" she said.
"The sooner the better, agreed Serena."
"Talon requesting permission to leave Saturn Max," she said.
"Permission denied. Please report to Central Processing," stated a
mechanical voice.
"Everyone stay here, I'll find out what's going on," said Commander
Derrell.
It was a good five minutes before she returned.
"Alright everyone listen up. We've been offered a chance to tour the
Prison." She stood looking at each of us a moment, "Of course we will not
be allowed to actually enter the Cell areas, but there is an observation
platform that runs between the towers that we can use."
Of course we all wanted to see this place, this was Saturn Max,
Intergalactic Penitentiary. The third most secure prison in the known
Universes.
As if reading my mind the Warden who had accompanied the Commander back
aboard grinned. "No this is the second, Halcion is the first. And the
third is actually on Earth."
'There was an Intergalactic Prison on Earth?'
"Cremeria used to be second, but they had an escape last year," she
explained.
Holy shit, someone had actually escaped from Cremeria?
Now Chief Tracker Marsh spoke up. "I believe both Scouts Midnight and
Nati are familiar with the Escapee."
At our blank stares she chuckled, "Do you not know Juliet Stray? I
believe she is in school with you."
Now the Warden looked at us both harder, then she took note of my
Vershang. "Has there been a Change in the Terrellian Government that we
were not notified of?"
"No Warden Flynn. Midnight is one of the Tracker Scouts, as is Nati,"
stated Tracker Marsh.
"Midnight? Shasstine Midnight Demure," she turned to Nati. "And Natira
Yorre, it is truly an honor to meet you both."
We got to see the monitoring stations, and then we were led to another
section only to recognize the prisoner we'd helped to transport.
"This is the wing where the Felon Janet Riggs was held before she was
killed." I wondered why she said Killed and not executed. Then I
remembered that Crystal Sage had Phase Jumped into here and killed her.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
We were almost back to Talon when Vikki asked, "Why is Earth one of the
three most Secure Prisons?"
"The Cougar Town House of Corrections is at this moment being guarded by
selected Members from Each Phase Spider Hive. They are currently holding
three Loki prisoners." Everyone gasped at the news.
There were three Loki on Earth, how was it possible that no one knew
about this? Then we learned that they were due to be executed by the
Queens council.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
We were preparing to head back to Titan, all the scouts eager to continue
our journey when we got an urgent message for Tracker Marsh.
"Omega Central Tracker Maintenance Facility to Chief Tracker Marsh.
Tracker Ship Bone Stripper attacked and Destroyed on approach to
maintenance facility. No survivors, searching for Black Box. Please
confirm Prisoner Transfer to Saturn Max."
"Saturn Max, this is Titan. Please confirm DNA of Delphinian Prisoner
Transfer NOW!!!" said Commander Derrell.
"Commander, DNA confirmed. It is the prisoner."
"Roger, thank you Saturn Max. Be advised the Tracker Ship, Bone Stripper
was attacked and Destroyed on approach to Omega Seven," she said.
"No we show Bone Stripper requesting to pick up Chief Tracker Marsh. They
are on approach, beginning to enter atmosphere now."
Grabbing the microphone Marsh said, "Bone Stripper, Delta Phoenix,
respond."
There was no answer. "Saturn Max that is not Bone Stripper. Activate all
defense systems now." She had a long far off haunted look in her eyes.
"Marsh, who was your prisoner?" asked Mordina.
"Nokie Doru," was her heart stricken answer. "They killed my crew to
steel the IFF Codes so they could break in here and rescue him."
The tunnels around us were all blacked out now, the prison under full
lock down.
It seemed like hours later that we were finally contacted.
"Talon, you are cleared to leave. Please follow the Blue guide strips."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Sitting in the Command Chair I watched CT Marsh closely. She was in both
pain and denial. Like drivers we had a connection to our ships. Something
seriously had to have gone wrong for her not to have felt Bone Strippers
destruction until the Delphi Raiders had been destroyed as they tried to
enter Saturn's atmosphere.
Her ships Hard Drive had to be pulled before it was destroyed, otherwise
she'd have felt it when the ship was destroyed at Omega. And then it hit
me, she'd been the one to issue the orders to destroy the ship carrying
the Hard Drive.
"Rotti, had to be Rotti," she mumbled as she finally made her way toward
the work stations in the back. I saw the way the Scouts looked at her,
unsure what to say or do.
"Commander, we're ten minutes out from the Titan Precinct," said Lorissa.
"Tracker Marsh, we're almost at the Precinct," I advised her.
"No, keep going. Resume your mission," she said as she sat down at a
computer terminal.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I looked at Midnight knowing the same questions were going through her
mind. We'd seen people in shock before. We also knew that it was only
because of the separation with her ship that she wasn't catatonic right
now. She was turning her badge over and over in her hand, just staring at
it like it was something strange.
"Talon, please connect me to Tracker Command on Omega Seven."
She reached up and hit private on the computer screen. Then began typing
into the keyboard. The response must have really pissed her off because
she hit a key and suddenly the holoscreen lit up. "Because it is my
choice," she said angrily.
"I don't give a flying fuck. I just lost My Ship and My Mate, how am I
supposed to be of any value to the Universes while I'm still this
broken?" she slapped her badge down on the desk, and we all gasped in
shock.
"Very well, we'll put your request on seventy two hour hold as is normal
procedure, but please reconsider." The screen went blank.
Shocked silence followed for long minutes, no one saying anything. I
doubt anyone knew what to say.
"Tracker Marsh," Vikki got her attention. She was holding the Mirrwick
which seemed pale and lifeless. "What do we do for them?"
Reaching out she touched the young male Mirrwick, then looked over to
where Dorian held the female.
"Keep them around your neck, they need to stay warm until they get past
the shock," she said.
Now Dorian motioned us all in close to her, and we all stood in a ring
around her, reaching out to touch her.
"Why do you care about me?" she asked.
"You're in shock too," said Vikki. "And you are and always will be a
Chief Tracker.
"And we are Tracker Scouts, we take care of our own," said I said.
She looked around at each one of us, then past us to where Commander
Derrell stood in the doorway. "There is always room in my crew for a
Chief Tracker to share their experience."
"You mean you would all accept a Rikki?"
"Are you not a Citizen of the Free Universes and an IGP Officer? Besides
I think my Scouts want you to stay."
"If, if you really mean it I'll stay," she answered.
"Talon, notify Tracker Command that Chief Tracker Marsh has volunteered
to accept a training position aboard IGP Talon."
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