Coming Home (Free Fleet Book 2) (12 page)

Rick was going through compiling the list as fleet personnel wrote letters to the families of the lost. I know it was hell for the people that didn't know, but I wanted to give them something instead of just the horrible news.

First Japan and then every country had granted my plea for allowing my people to see their families, but only a few people had done so. I was hoping after the conference that more went down to meet their families. Though It was hard to gauge how people would react to having their kids return as adult looking soldiers with the skills to kill and survive in space.

I let that settle to the back of my mind as I focused on the coming conference.
The conference was being held in what had been a community center of a minor town, but the floods which had made the rivers of what was termed as the ‘Golden Horseshoe’ where Canada and America met on the Eastern seaboard, running from Nova Scotia to three quarters through Ontario. Now it stretched into Manitoba with the higher water levels and the population centers which had been there had been abandoned and people forced to move north for stable, dry ground. The prairies were enduring the worst storms in history, creating a food shortage, and British Columbia as well as the western shores of the United States had severe flooding and, again, severe storms.
The representatives from all of the nations were staying in the single Holiday Inn located in the town. Reporters braved the terrible conditions as well, mostly staying in trailers and their vans. The rest of the city had the common sense to stay inside as storms constantly passed overhead. They watched the events on the internet as they were unable to get into the meeting hall; it was blocked by military forces.
My shuttle touched down in a parking lot of a small shopping center. As me and my protection detail walked out, the press were racing over.
“I never missed this part,” I muttered as my Commander Salchar mask fell into place. It was beginning to feel natural as the first reporters rushed into my protection detail, hammering us all with questions and getting shots of Shreesht and Krom, who easily picked up reporters and moved them out of the way, with protests and squeaking from the lifted.
“Commander Salchar, what are your aims for this conference?”
“Do you wish to rule Earth?” 
“Are you Salchar, the leader of Mecha Tail?”
“What have you been doing for the last year and a half?”
“Why didn’t you come sooner?”

I waved my hands as I kept moving, not liking where the questioning was going.
“Yes, I am Salchar from Mecha Tail, and I hope with this conference that Earth and the Free Fleet can come to an agreement about defense. As keeping a fleet of warships in space isn’t cheap,” I said with a winning smile as a few reporters laughed.
“I will be able to answer more questions later. If you please submit them to  Free Fleet information website we will be happy to answer any and all questions. There is also a FAQ page and information packets on what the Free Fleet and the nations of Earth will be working towards. Thank you for your time.” I smiled again as I walked past the armed guards and into the building that was to host our talks.
The leaders where waiting in the main lobby as I entered, each studying me closely. Apparently, not all of them had seen my eyes properly. They were drawn to them, staring at me and my Avar protectors, who scanned the room like the predators that they weere, making more than one guard uneasy as their hands rested a lot closer to what had to be hidden firearms. Interesting that they got firearms while I didn’t, plus Kevlar vests by the way the politicians moved. They shook my hand and we traded pleasantries before we entered the conference room. There weere cameras and reporters setup in half of the room with all the nations of the world sitting in an auditorium looking meeting place. I was guided to a seat by an aide, my protection detail checking everything they could through their implants before I was even allowed to sit and wait as politicians began their long winded speeches about being able to move on into the bright future and have a foothold in the universe.
Finally, it was my time to talk as I walked up to the podium.
“Hello, as you all know, I am Commander Salchar of the Free Fleet. Today I wish to begin talks of the co-operation between Earth and the Free Fleet. With my first point being to allow those that serve on the Free Fleet to visit their friends and families for the first time in a year and a half and talk to the friends and families of those that didn’t return so they can get some closure. Thank you.” I turned, walking back to my seat as everyone in the room was staring at me, it had the same affect as water hitting a Mecha; it just slid off. After facing down fleets, taking now two stations and planets, it would take a hell of a lot more to phase me.
Then we went for a break and I knew I was going to hate this conference. I stayed in my seat, my protection detail resting around me but always alert as they watched out. I tried to keep up with the seemingly unending paperwork that went with running a fleet. Well, as it was all on my data pad and on the servers that were aboard the ships, it was technically electronic work, but it was as tedious and annoying as paperwork, and I didn’t care for it much, but I had to do it to keep the fleet running.
Dave cleared his throat as all of the nations leaders filed back in. All of them giving me odd looks, except the Korean prime minister who, if I wasn’t mistaken, had a grin on his face as he sat down, pulling out a small mobile device.
“Again, I thank you. Now, I believe we should get to the heart of the matter and the negotiation. I believe you have all read over the information packet I sent to each of you. It contains the Free Fleet Code of Conduct and what the Free Fleet will do with the support of Earth. Also, it highlights the support we will be willing to provide. I can already see that a few of you have issues with the information packet, so please, lets talk about it,” I said as they listed issues they had almost immediately.
“When will we begin paying you these items listed here?”

“Thinking within a month,” I said as voices rose in complaint. I pointed to someone else asking a question.

They barked down the others. Not many people messed with the president of Russia.

“How about with our agreeing to your space development plan?”
“It will depend on how much time the nation will need to get fixed up to support themselves, which we will assist. Saying that, there will be a tentative schedule. If people feel like they don’t want to haul their weight, we will dedicate our protection grid to those nations that are willing to support the Free Fleet and are trying to advance themselves. The universe is not kind to slackers, and will kill them. Frankly, they’re a liability; and a trait I do not wish to carry into space.”
“It sounds like you will have all of the power,” The president of the U.S. said.
“No, we will be bound to you. People from Earth already populate our ranks and, hopefully, more will in the future. With AIH, another planet under the protection of the Free Fleet, they have signed the agreement, and they will always have a place at the talks. Each planet gets a seat at the talks, deciding how the Free Fleet is deployed and used. That is, unless it goes against the Free Fleet Code.”
“So you will be under our control?”
“Yes, to a certain degree. We will be a force to keep the planets clear of the Syndicate and any other enemy forces that pray on those weaker than themselves. We will not be a tool used for war between people signed under our agreement. If there is a planetary war we will do all we can to end the conflict up to landing our own forces on a planet. The same goes for if there is a interplanetary war. We are fine with people defending themselves and having their own warships, but not when they use them to attack another group without due reason.”
They digested this as the representative from the United Arab Emirates spoke.
“We cannot provide these materials you ask for in these quantities for an extended period of time…” And so I spent the rest of the day with people saying that they couldn’t support what I was asking, which was looking eight months in the future and was a tithe of what they’d be producing. Hell, I’d based it off of their own predictions I’d pulled from their computers. Everyone wanted to have a bigger slice of the pie.
As the day ended, I received messages on my personal email account limited few knew about, the first few messages where from Monk’s family, the others from Cheerleaders, then a message from Bok Soo’s mother telling me to force him to come with his wife for dinner and that as his brother I was supposed to make him. The last was from the prime minister of Korea.
Breaks are where the most politicking goes on. The barters and deals for power happen behind closed doors, not in front of cameras, that’s for looks. Behind the doors are for our people and where we can get to business. My grandchildren have been bugging me to allow them to come to Canada. I hope you will visit soon as a friend and not as the fine officer you’ve become.
I felt a wave of emotion. The prime minister was one of the few people I wished to emulate. He was calm and controlled whereas others seemed wild and uncontrollable. He thought through his actions before carrying them out. Getting a compliment from him of that magnitude was humbling and scary. How had I become an officer? The last time I’d seen him, I’d been a gamer. 
Again, I went through the straggle of reporters and to the shuttle.
“Commander, the reporters are too close to the shuttle,” the pilot of the shuttle said after a few seconds.
“Use the external speakers.”

I heard them booming warnings as reporters backed up a bit as if the shuttle was a car.
“Commander?”
“I see, take us out slow. They won’t come this close to a shuttle again.”
“Understood, sir.” He powered up the engines fully, creating an audible whine as the reporters moved away more than before, and he exerted minimal thrust. Now you see, minimal thrust sounds small, but this was a shuttle that designed to get from a warship to the surface of a planet and then back up in breakneck speed and weighs close to a thousand tons by itself, two thousand with loaded Commandos. So the reporters where treated to what was like the back blast of a small jet plane as we picked up fifty meters and then darted out and up into space and the station.
“We’re really going to need to name it,” I said as we came around the station. I had the pilot take the long route. I wanted to see it up close from the outside instead of the inside, which I mostly spent in the command center or running around trying to put out fires, some literal. I had tried to get my people to rest, but most of them had turned and pointed out that I’d had even less rest than they’d had.
“What are you thinking, sir?”
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me James, Janice?”
“More, I guess, I can’t quite hear you,” she said, mimicking clearing out her ears as the rest of my protection detail grinned and I looked at the view screen showing the station in front of me, trying to hide my own grin. 

 “Hachiro Station.”

“The game developer that had a hidden Mecha army?”

“The one and only, the one man that took his hobby and turned it against those that tried to take our people and didn’t give up until they brought half of Japan down on top of him.”

There was no hiding the bitterness but respect in my voice. “The Mechas he had in his compound where nothing but toys, imitations of fighter builds he made. They gave enhanced strength but nothing much more. there was no armor and their charge only lasted a few hours before the power source had to be changed out. Yet he, his workers, family, and friends took his machines and fought back against an invader, against impossible odds and took down three collector ships. I don’t think I could have taken down one with twice his people back then.”

They didn’t say anything as we looked at the station and the ships docked around it.

“Alright pilot take, us in. No sense in prolonging our inevitable fate.”

“Yes, commander.”

***

 Yasu woke up suddenly in a familiar bed. The lights were off and she couldn’t see anything. She reached for her pistol, but it wasn’t there. She wasn’t in her suit anymore.

“You’re safe,” a calm voice said from above her and to her right.

“Shoot, sorry, uhh.” The lights got brighter as she looked at James in a battle suit, sitting on a chair not two feet away. She recoiled in the sheets out of surprise. James’ eyes showed sorrow as he looked at the wall, a trait he’d picked up since his eyes had turned red.

“I’m sorry for startling you. You where wounded two days ago, and after the treatment you were sedated and put in here. The command quarters of the Hachiro Station.” Yasu looked at him with even more shock and sadness, but her mouth wouldn’t work it was so dry.

“I was just checking on you. I’ll see you later,” he said quickly, leaving the room. She wanted to tell him to stop but her mouth was so dry as she tried to get from bed, a wave of fatigue flowed over her as the wounds which had just recently healed began aching and registering.

In pain, Yasu laid back down. What had he misunderstood now? Why had he called the station after her father?” Tears came to her eyes as she remembered how Japan had been hit with a KEW and how she’d found his name in a quick search of the internet when she’d been in the shuttle, only to find out he was dead. He’d fought the Syndicate with everyone she’d known and took them out with him. The only people she knew from her family compound weere the Sato sisters and Takahashi now.