Battle Earth V (8 page)

“You’ve put your trust in me before, so do it now. I trust Jafar and Tsengal with my life, as much as I trust you with it. You must do the same. Inter-Allied is more a family than we ever knew in the Corps.”

She did not disagree. He could see she had come to the realisation that she must put her past scruples behind her. He strode up to her and slumped down on the floor of the hard metal corridor.

“So did you learn anything interesting?” she asked.

“Not really. Only that Admiral Huber seems a good man and a good leader.”

She looked at him in surprise.

“I know. I don’t hate all of our Generals, just the idiots and bastards.”

He got to his feet and hauled her up to him. He passed his ID card through the lock of his quarters and entered to find it was barely bigger than a closet, but at least he had a bed. They collapsed together and enjoyed the new peace they had found.

Ten days passed quickly with regular drills and exercises carried out on the Washington. Taylor had got into such a routine that it almost made him forget they were in space and hunting down alien positions. He had spent many years on board seaborne carriers and smaller vessels.

On the eleventh day, Inter-Allied was digging into their breakfast when red beacons began to flash and sirens rang out. Everyone froze, looking around for some explanation. A voice came over the intercom. It was Huber.

“This is the Admiral speaking. We have just received confirmed reports from the Kittyhawk that enemy positions have been identified. We are presently changing course and making an approach with caution. All personnel are to go to combat stations. All advisory staff should report to the bridge.”

The room erupted into action with Navy, Marine and Army personnel quickly responding to the order. Taylor rushed to Chandra’s side as she strode quickly for the armoury where their gear was stored.

“Huber seemed pretty insistent that we should join him now.”

“And we will,” she replied, “but not until we are appropriately equipped for any eventuality. We were placed here not just as advisers but also as protection for this carrier. We cannot provide that protection unless we are ready for action at a moment’s notice.”

“No arguments here.”

As the two of them pulled on their exoskeleton suits, they watched Jones and the other company leaders organise the troops.

“Strange, isn’t it?” said Taylor.

“What?”

“Not going with them. We are field officers. Our job is out there at the front.”

“I’d be careful what you wish for, Major. We could yet have to get our hands dirty in this affair.”

Fifteen minutes later, they reported for duty on the bridge. Huber initially looked up at them in an agitated fashion because they had taken so long. He calmed down when he realised he now had the protection they needed. He beckoned for them to come forward while looking in astonishment at the two towering aliens following them. The security detail initially stopped their entry and looked to the Admiral for clarification.

“Let them through!” he yelled.

The Navy guardsmen looked up in awe as Jafar and Tsengal strode past.

“You must all appreciate how unorthodox this is; armed soldiers from different nations, and aliens among them on the bridge of the capitol ship of the fleet. We live in a new age where such things change.”

Taylor nodded in agreement and appreciation that they stood with such a forward thinking leader. He drew their attention to the display on the operations table. Chandra gasped at the sight of what she could see. Taylor stepped up to her side, and his eyes widened too.

Despite the enemy ships between them, it appeared to be what they were searching for, and they could make out the shape of the gate. It was a vast octagonal structure floating in space. Blue lights pulsed around the rim, and the framework expanded back as if presenting an entrance. Yet the gate was hollow at its core, and they could see nothing but space beyond.

“Christ. How big is that thing?”

“Five kilometres wide,” replied Huber.

“Fuck me,” whispered Taylor.

“Then Tartaros cannot have come through here,” Chandra said.

“I would not jump to any conclusions just yet, Colonel. We all saw the expansion of that vessel when it reached Earth. There is no reason why it could not have been brought through in a series of parts.”

“It would make sense,” Taylor agreed.

Huber looked up at the two aliens stood on guard behind Taylor.

“You two. Step forward and tell us what you know about this.”

Without hesitation, they both took several paces forward to the edge of the table.

“This is the gateway we came through.”

“Are there more like it?”

“A few, but not in this Solar System.”

“That’s a relief,” replied Taylor.

They were all quiet for a moment as they stared at the vast and terrifying structure they approached.

“Something of this magnitude must have required years to build, and God knows how to reach this place.”

“Our ancestors set off with these gateways hundreds, and some thousands of years ago from our homeworlds. We only know they have reached their destination of the gate in Tau Ceti, which they are connected to and is activated.”

“Fascinating,” he replied.

“And your race did all this to find the perfect world?” asked Chandra.

Tsengal shrugged his shoulders.

“We did it because we were told we must and that it was our duty. I can tell you no more,” replied Jafar.

Lights flashed on the live display below them that caught all of their attention. They looked down to see engines firing up on multiple ships between them and the gateway.

“Looks like they’ve spotted us,” said Huber.

“What do you want to do?” asked Chandra.

“Nobody touches the gateway.”

He tapped a display on the table beside him, opening a channel to the fleet.

“This is Admiral Huber. Commence attack vector Alpha. Do not, I repeat do not, fire upon the gateway. If you discover gun batteries enclosed with the gateway, you are to withdraw out of range and continue to engage enemy craft. Proceed with caution, and good luck to you all.”

He ended the transmission and turned to Jafar.

“Anything you can add here?”

He looked over the map.

“I know little about these gateways, but I can tell you that each of those ships will have two hundred soldiers aboard, with detachments of either fifty or a hundred in each of those smaller vessels.”

“Bloody hell, there must be more than two-dozen of the larger craft,” stated Chandra.

“But no capitol ships, so they have comparatively little firepower.”

“What will their tactics be?” asked Huber.

“The ships are mostly intended for deploying infantry. They will not run. They will try and board us.”

Huber turned quickly to the pilot. “How far out are we?”

“Twenty kilometres, Sir.”

He quickly looked back to the map.

“Our guns are accurate up to almost ten, and they are based on enemy technology which is similar from what we have seen. Bring us to a halt. If they want to close the distance, we will not do half the work for them!”

“Aye, aye, Sir.”

He opened up a channel to the fleet once again.

“The fleet is to hold position. Launch fighters, fire when in range.”

“If they jam our signals, which they are sure to, what is the procedure?” asked Chandra.

“Fleet officers have already been briefed on the protocol for such an event. We stand and fight. No one is to withdraw unless we lose forty percent of the fleet, or are in immediate danger of doing so.”

A grim outlook,
but its also a sensible contingency.
Taylor thought.

“Weapons are charged and ready, Sir. Fighters are launching in thirty seconds.”

“Fighters in space? Not something we’ve ever seen,” whispered Chandra.

“No, but the requirement became apparent. They are a heavy fighter design, and with three crew that borrow heavily from alien technology, as all this does,” mused Huber. He pointed to everything they were wearing.

Huber looked away from the table and back to his crew who all looked to him.

“Display tech projection.”

The walls around them blurred and then sprung to life. The entire CIC appeared to evaporate and displayed everything outside the ship as if they were now floating in space. Taylor felt sick for a moment, and almost instinctively reached for his suit helmet for the environmental control and air.

“Amazing, isn’t it? We’ve had this tech thirty years and never really needed.”

Chandra paced around the room, inspecting the fleet. It felt as if she could simply reach out and touch the other ships in their fleet. Then she turned and looked towards the pulsating of the engines of the approaching craft.

“For the sake of simplicity, we will call the larger enemy ships frigates, the smaller ones destroyers,” stated Huber.

Fighters burst out from the centre of the room and into view. They were joined by smaller detachments from the surrounding vessels. The enemy were just minutes away, but it felt longer as they soared towards the human fleet. Taylor leaned in over Chandra’s shoulder.

“I wasn’t made for this, to sit in safety at the back,” he whispered.

“When any of those ships get through our defensive fire, and they will, you can bet your arse that marines will be all that stands between victory and defeat.”

Taylor smiled. Huber turned to them both and nodded in agreement. He paced closer and whispered to them both.

“If the Washington is breached, we only have enough marines to cover so much ground. Chandra, you are in charge of any internal defence of this carrier. Look after her, she’s fresh out of dock.”

“We’ll hold, Sir.”

“Sir, the enemy will be in range within thirty seconds.”

“Prepare to fire!” Huber shouted the order.

Just seconds before the first enemy craft entered range, a huge pulse of light burst from one of the enemy ships. A beam of light stretched out from the vessel and instantly struck the Maryland, one of the frigates in front of the Washington. The ship was torn in half with debris pouring from the hulk. They could see the silhouettes of dozens of bodies thrown out into space.

Huber froze in shock at the sight for just a few seconds then turned to his gunnery commander.

“Fire now, everything!”

Lights flashed from them, lighting up space for kilometres around the carrier. Pulses flashed back and forth as the enemy continued to rush towards them. Three of the enemy frigates and two destroyers were obliterated in the initial burst, but it didn’t slow the rest down.

Huber turned to the two aliens in the room.

“What the hell was that weapon?”

“Nothing we have ever seen,” replied Jafar in a concerned tone.

It was the first time Taylor had ever seen the alien show concern.

“You didn’t think we were the only ones developing our technology, did you?” asked Chandra. “We’ve given them a hard time. They’re not going to take it lying down!”

Another beam tore through one of the human ships, but to their horror it came from a different enemy vessel. Huber looked closely and could see the vast barrel protruding from the enemy ship, and there were two others like it. He tapped his console and barked out his commands.

“All Battlecruisers target those gunships!”

“Sir, we’ve lost all signal to the fleet and have internal solid feeds only!”

“God damn it! Concentrate all our fire on those things!”

A volley of fire smashed two of the enemy craft, but they watched in horror as the third got a last shot off before it burst into flames. The pulse hit the hull of the Washington and caused the lighting to dampen and flicker. They were thrown violently about the ship and the tac projection vanished, leaving them with the bare metal walls of the bridge.