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  Rumors of Salvation

  By Dietmar Arthur Wehr

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  Copyright 2015 by Dietmar Arthur Wehr

  I wish to thank my editor (and girlfriend) Jill Linkert for once again finding the time in her busy life to edit my book not only quickly but also professionally. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

  Contents

  Cast of Characters:

  Glossary of Terms:

  Synopsis:

  Chapter One:

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen:

  Chapter Fourteen:

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Cast of Characters:

  System States Union:

  Cmdr. Roland Drake, missile boat commander

  Bret Murphy, former Federation navy officer

  Terence Russell, Former Deputy Speaker of Sparta’s Assembly

  Mitchell Dreyfus, Mayor of Sheffield

  Resistance Forces:

  Rachel Molitor, former Empire Navy officer

  Ernst Yeager, former Federation officer

  Brad Crusero, former Federation officer

  Foxman, former Federation officer

  Federation of Planetary States:

  Admiral Sergei Chenko, FED Navy Chief of Staff

  General Frank Masterson, FED Army Chief of Staff

  General Jonn Trojan, Head of the Joint Army/Navy Planning Group

  Lorelei Remington, FED Navy officer

  Ivan Romanov, FED Navy officer

  Commander Harry Colt, FED Navy officer

  Ogawa, CEO of Midgard

  The Empire:

  Senior Lieutenant Evanka Nolan, Empire Navy officer

  Nagumo, Empire Navy officer

  Senior Lieutenant Rolf Schimdt

  Lieutenant Abernathy

  Commander Hendricks

  Sanders, Director of Shipbuilding Operations on Makassar

  Brain Trust:

  Lieutenant Tanaka

  Glossary of Terms:

  ACoS (Army Chief of Staff)

  NCoS (Navy Chief of Staff)

  AS (Anti-ship)

  AM (Anti-missile)

  A.U. (Astronomical Unit equal to the average distance between the Earth and its sun)

  AMM (Anti-missile missile)

  Kps (Kilometers per second)

  Klicks (slang expression for kilometers)

  FPS (Federation of Planetary States)

  SSU (System States Union)

  Maser (Microwave version of laser)

  Lidar (Laser equivalent of radar)

  SecDef (Secretary of Defense)

  C.O. (Commanding Officer)

  X.O. (Executive Officer)

  H.O. (Helm Officer)

  W.O. (Weapons Officer)

  L.O. (Logistics Officer)

  SL (Squadron Leader)

  PoC (Probability of Collision)

  Heavy Anties (Missiles designed for anti-ship roles carrying high yield warheads)

  Synopsis:

  As the civil war escalates, both sides exploit new technologies including ultra-sophisticated planning computers that can not only handle the complicated logistics planning but also the strategic warfighting planning as well. After coming very close to completing a fleet of powerful battlecruisers, the SSU suffers a devastating defeat with the loss of its secret base at Midgard. Meanwhile, future projections by the Federation’s newest planning computer, Majestic, convinces General Trojan to shift his strategic focus to the creation of the Empire. His breakthrough in ship design enables his fleet to conquer Sparta, the SSU capital. With the war effectively lost, Roland Drake is ordered to evacuate the SSU R&D Brain Trust on Zanzibar to a more secure location for one last desperate ‘Hail Mary’ project for ultimate salvation. He and Lorelei Remington manage to find each other at last.

  Chapter One:

  Day 186/2550

  Earth

  Masterson woke to the sound of an incoming call. A quick check of the chronometer showed that it was still the middle of the night. This caller had better have a damn good reason for waking me up at this ungodly hour, he thought to himself as he answered the call.

  “Your boy’s gone off the reservation, Frank,” said a voice that Masterson recognized as belonging to his opposite number in the Federation Navy, Sergei Chenko. Masterson was momentarily confused about who Chenko was talking about. It suddenly dawned on him that the Navy Chief of Staff was referring to General Trojan.

  “What’s he done now, Sergei?”

  “Oh, nothing much.” Chenko’s voice was deceptively calm. “He just ordered one of his men to shoot Stevens in the head when he tried to relieve Trojan as CINC1FAF. His fanatically loyal troops then landed on Sparta and summarily shot the entire SSU leadership off the top of their Government tower, and oh yes…he’s declared the Empire and himself as Emperor. Other than that, not a whole lot.”

  Masterson had known Chenko long enough to realize that he was barely controlling a fury that was on the verge of exploding. “Holy Mother of God, how did you learn all this?”

  “Hah! You’ll really like this part. Remember the ship that took Stevens to Sparta, the Trafalgar? Well, it’s back without its CO. She personally witnessed Stevens’s execution, then was talked by Trojan into disobeying her orders and helping him transport his fanatic troops to Sparta, where she again personally saw the SSU Chancellor and his whole cabinet shot by firing squad. After that, she managed to get wind of a secret Rebel R&D operation on Zanzibar and decided to head there, disobeying Trojan’s orders in the process. On Zanzibar, the locals supposedly confirmed the existence of the R&D operation, which by then had been evacuated somewhere else. Based on hearsay evidence, she took the ship to Vril and then handed the keys to her XO. He decided that bringing the ship back here was the wisest course of action. Trafalgar landed at the spaceport half an hour ago.”

  Masterson shook his head to sweep away the last vestiges of sleep. “Wait a minute, did I hear you right? One of your ship COs violated her oath to the Federation by switching sides and helping Trojan with his Empire, and then she disobeyed his orders too? What kind of record does this CO have?”

  “Actually, quite a good one. Remington volunteered to pilot an assault shuttle filled with explosives in an attempt to assassinate the SSU Chancellor back in ’39. She survived the attempt, was captured, and we got her back in that prisoner exchange. After that, she distinguished herself in a couple of ship-to-ship actions. She passed her loyalty test with flying colors. I can’t even begin to think what might have caused her to act this way, but that’s really beside the point, don’t you think, Frank? What are we going to do about Emperor Trojan and his emerging Empire?”

  “I’m not sure we should give this report a lot of credibility, Sergei. Her XO could very easily be exaggerating. Maybe he’s just repeating what she told him. If she’s gone wacko, that would explain her behaviour, and that means she could have lied to him.”

  Chenko’s voice had lost some of its deceptive calmness. “You’re trying to give your protégé the benefit of the doubt as any good leader would, but how do you explain the fact that Trojan should have returned here months ago on that very ship and hasn’t. Nor have we received any courier reports for over three months. We have no idea what’s happening out there now, and if Trojan really has declared himself
Emperor, that would explain the lack of communication, wouldn’t it?”

  Masterson sighed. Chenko was right. It was possible that the information brought back by Trafalgar was false, but given the circumstances, that explanation wasn’t likely.

  “Yes…it would,” said Masterson.

  “The Council’s going to get wind of what Trafalgar brought back sooner or later. I think we should do ourselves a favor and brief them on it as soon as possible so that we don’t look like we’re hiding anything. But if we’re going to do that, we’d better have some recommendations for them too. Since Trojan’s an army officer, I suspect you’re the one who’s going to be in the hot seat. I’m in the process of getting dressed and heading over to HQ. Perhaps you’d care to join me.” The tone was anything but inviting. The wording might have been polite but the message was clear. Essentially, one senior officer was telling another senior officer to get his ass down to HQ asap. Normally, Masterson would have pushed back, but not this time. Under the circumstances, HQ was where he needed to be right now.

  “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Without waiting to see if Chenko had a reply, Masterson hung up and started getting ready.

  Fourteen hours later:

  Masterson looked up as the guards brought the prisoner into the conference room. It was obvious from the way he moved that his injuries were still not completely healed. There was a grimace of pain as he carefully sat down at the opposite side of the oval table. By prior arrangement, Chenko would do most of the talking.

  “Commander Murphy, in case you don’t recognize either of us because it’s been over 16 years since you were an officer in the Federation Navy, I’m NCoS Chenko and this is ACoS Masterson. We brought you here to discuss some items of mutual interest.”

  When it was clear that Chenko was waiting for a response, Murphy shifted his position in order to give himself some time to collect his thoughts. What interests could the two highest ranked Federation military officers possibly have in common with him? He decided to ask them.

  “What items of mutual interest would those be, Admiral?” he said in a carefully neutral tone of voice.

  “Midgard, for one. General, or should I say Emperor Trojan, for another.” Chenko saw Murphy’s puzzled expression. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot. You haven’t heard the news. General Trojan has decided that he’s going to bring all of Humanity under his benevolent administration in an Empire, with himself as Emperor of course. I hope I don’t have to explain to you that we don’t condone this course of action and haven’t authorized it. We view Trojan’s Empire the same way we viewed the SSU’s declaration of secession, and we intend to put a stop to his madness.”

  Murphy looked over at Masterson. After carefully evaluating his expression, he said, “My God, you’re serious. I wonder if Trojan is following Majestic’s suggestions.” Both senior officers looked at each other with expressions that said, ‘how come we didn’t think of that?’

  “You know about Majestic?” asked Masterson.

  Murphy nodded. “Cate Foster told us all about it. She and her planning group spent a lot of time and energy trying to outfox the damned thing. That’s how we came up with the idea of building our answer to your Makassar on Midgard’s moon.”

  “You don’t seem very reluctant to reveal information, Commander,” said Masterson.

  Murphy shrugged. “When Trojan’s ships destroyed our shipyard on Midgard and the ships under construction in orbit, I knew the SSU had effectively lost the war. My guess is that somebody’s troops, either yours or Trojan’s, have landed on Sparta by now. Am I right?”

  After looking at Masterson for approval, Chenko said, “That seems to be the case. The last information we got from Emp…GENERAL Trojan, was that he was sending a small squadron of ships to Sparta. Given what happened the last time that was tried with a much larger force, we were convinced that the attempt would fail. We’ve just found out that it succeeded. Trojan’s engineers on Makassar developed radar-invisible ships and missiles. His small squadron decimated Sparta’s orbital defenses, and his troops landed some time later.”

  Before he could go on, Murphy said, “So that’s how they got close enough to the shipyard complex without triggering the alarm.”

  “Yes, that’s how they did it,” said Chenko. “Everything I’ve just told you was brought to our attention by one of our ships that pretended to co-operate with Trojan’s mad schemes. Unfortunately, we only have that one source of information, which means we haven’t been able to confirm it independently. General Masterson and I have just spent four very uncomfortable hours in front of the Federation Council trying to answer questions that right now don’t have answers. In a moment of rare wisdom, the Council has decided to take these reports seriously and proceed as if they’re true. That’s where Midgard comes in, and that’s why you’re here, Commander.”

  “What do you need me for?”

  “We’d like you to help us build a new shipyard complex on Midgard’s moon so that we can start building warships quickly and cheaply, just like Trojan is doing on Makassar.”

  “And why should I help the Federation?” Murphy looked at Chenko, but it was Masterson who replied.

  “Because the Council has authorized us to offer you a deal. A personal Pardon for your activities as a member of the System States Union. That’s for you. For the SSU, we’re authorized to offer a guarantee that any SSU planet that helps us defeat the Empire will be allowed to hold a plebiscite on whether or not to stay within the FPS. And if the majority vote to leave, the Federation will accept that as long as certain issues such as compensation for confiscated property can be resolved via negotiation.”

  Murphy gave both men a long hard look before replying. “A guarantee. Will that guarantee be in writing?”

  “If you insist on it being in writing, then yes, you can have it in writing.”

  Murphy smiled as he shook his head. “And what recourse would I or the SSU have if the Federation didn’t honor that guarantee? It’s a very enticing piece of bait you’re dangling in front of me, but I’m not naïve enough to believe that the Council will actually fulfill their obligations under that guarantee. They’re politicians after all, and you and I know how fickle politicians can be. My answer has to be no.”

  “So you’re going to let your Union be conquered by Trojan’s Empire?” asked Chenko.

  “I don’t see any way of stopping him from doing that. It’ll take years to get a fleet built on Midgard’s moon. What I see is the Federation desperately trying any alternative to build up its own forces before Trojan’s fleet finishes conquering the SSU and turns its attention to Earth. As far as I’m concerned, you’re asking me to trade one tyrant for another. For all I know, Trojan’s Empire just might be more benevolent than the Federation’s been.”

  Masterson looked over at Chenko and saw his face grow red with anger. Before Chenko could vent that anger, Masterson said, “Maybe we can offer you something else that will convince you to co-operate. Our fact finding mission to Midgard, which brought you back here, filed a very comprehensive report on what happened there after your tower fell over. They found your emergency shelter, or rather what was left of it, after Trojan’s ground troops detonated a tactical nuke right above it. In case you were wondering, we didn’t find any other survivors of your operation. Everyone in that shelter was killed by the explosion. That blood is on Trojan’s hands. Here’s your chance for some payback, and it’s the only chance you’ll get. Are you really going to pass it up?”

  Murphy silently cursed under his breath and looked away. God damn them for using that card! He very much wanted to strike back at Trojan’s Empire for what it did on Midgard. He wondered if Cate was still alive. What would she do if she were in this kind of situation?

  While he was still pondering his reply, Masterson continued. “We’d like your help because we believe it’ll make things go faster, but we’re going to build that shipyard complex on Midgard’s moon no matter what, and with a little
luck, we’ll build a fleet that can crush the Empire. Without the guarantee I just offered, the situation will then be back to square one as far as SSU planets’ status is concerned. Do you think the Federation will offer those planets a better deal without the guarantee that your co-operation would produce? You’re right about politicians as a group being fickle, but there are a few who would try to get the Council to follow through. Even if the chances of the guarantee being honored are only 50/50, isn’t that a gamble worth taking?”

  Murphy took a deep breath and said, “All right. I’ll co-operate in return for that personal Pardon and for a written guarantee that SSU planets will be able to determine whether to remain in the FPS or not. I want a couple more guarantees too. I want a guarantee that I’ll be with your fleet when it attacks Hadley and a guarantee that after the Empire is defeated, I’ll be taken back to Sparta. You’re right, I do want payback for Midgard, and I want to see it with my own eyes.”

  “I can live with that,” said Masterson. “What about you, Sergei?”

  “Yeah, I’m okay with it too. You’ve got yourself a deal, Commander Murphy. We’ll have that written guarantee approved by the Council and in your hands within 24 hours. These guards will escort you back to your cell now.” Chenko gestured to the two guards.

  After Murphy and the guards had left the room, Chenko stood up and collected his notes. “You did a good job convincing him, Frank. It’s a good think I kept my mouth shut too. I’m not that good at lying. The Council’s never going to honor that guarantee. You and I both know that allowing planets to leave peacefully will be the kiss of death for the FPS.” When Masterson remained silent, Chenko said, “You don’t agree?”