Warfare: Rise Of Mankind Book 2 (3 page)

              Olly replied. “Captain, your shuttle is prepared for departure to take you to Military Command. Whenever you arrive, they can depart.”

              “Thanks, Olly. I’m on my way.” Gray killed the connection and turned to Clea. “Are you ready to go?”

              “My bag is packed if that’s what you’re asking.”

              “Then grab it and let’s get a move on.” Gray picked up his things and headed for the door. “Today we see what we’ve discovered with the Tam’Dral and how we can use it going forward. I sure hope your people are as wily as they seem. We need some serious cleverness to put this to bed.”

***

              Clea and Gray took a shuttle to Earth and arrived at the base of operations in Florida just outside of two hours. They were given quarters to change and told that the council would convene after lunch. The delegates arrived before them and were put up in the visitor’s housing, a decent set of rooms well away from any essential systems.

              After a light meal, Clea made her way to the floor of the council. Tight security took nearly twenty minutes to get through and she saw others without her position take longer. Once inside, she lingered in the hallway, leaning against the wall in anticipation of Gray’s arrival or that of her people.

              The Ru’Xin name rang a bell for her but she couldn’t place the family, not immediately. Her own didn’t interact with them directly. Looking into Kale Ru’Xin himself, she found he was incredibly young for the Anthar honor, nearly six years her junior. He must’ve done something exemplary to dash past through the ranks.

              Anthar Mei’Gora, she knew. He was friends with her father though she never met him personally, his exploits were often recounted at family occasions. Lately, the alliance used his diplomatic skills over his combat experience and he trained some of the newest commanders in their military. If they sent him, it was to show they meant business with the humans.

              Clea doubted any of the council would see the significance but sometimes, politics involved intangible gestures.

              Someone tapped Clea on the shoulder and she turned, staring into the eyes of Kale. He smiled and extended his hand, a different man than when he sat on the bridge of his vessel. “Hello,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you in person.”

              “You as well,” Clea replied. She shook his hand. “I don’t believe our families have ever crossed paths.”

              Kale shook his head. “I don’t either but we have such large extended relations, it’s hard to know, right?”

              “True…” Clea considered him for a moment. “I have so many questions but I feel like I’d be rude to just dive in.”

              “I think we’re going to have time later. Are you going to visit our ships?”

              Clea nodded emphatically. “Most definitely. I can’t wait.”

              “I’m sure you at least have one question which you must know the answer to now.” Kale tilted his head.

              “Well…” Clea cleared her throat. “I
am
wondering how you became an Anthar so quickly.”

              Kales expression melted into one of seriousness, he looked away. “Battlefield promotion for the Anthar part…but Sun-Anthar, I earned properly. War has a way of elevating positions quickly. We have chances to shine we might not otherwise experience during peace time. As a result, I’ve proven myself many times, up to and including this assignment.”

              “It seems like a waste of talent then,” Clea replied, “to send you and Mei’Gora here? Why not put you back on the lines?”

              “I think our crew deserved a break,” Kale said. “They went through plenty in our last engagement. Plus, I got the opportunity to be the official Anthar of my ship. A simple task felt like just the thing to get acclimated with the crew.”

              “Do you want to talk about the fight that got you promoted?”

              Kale considered the question and shook his head. “Another time, perhaps. Over a drink.”

              “Fair enough.” Others poured into the room around them and Clea shook his hand again. “It was very nice to meet you, Kale. I look forward to a more extensive conversation later.”

              “To you as well, Vinthari.”

              Gray approached from behind. “Who was that?”

              “The Anthar of one of the two ships,” Clea explained. “Very young for the job but seemingly quite capable.”

              “Yeah? I’m not great at guessing age with you folks but I agree, he sure seems youthful to be a captain.”

              “They can’t all be old men like you,” Clea teased.

              “Hey, stow that old thing. I’m in my prime.” Gray escorted her to their seats. “So here we go. Time to find out what all the fuss is about.”

              “And hope we’re all here to end it.” Clea took a deep breath and directed her attention to the council. Anthar Mei’Gora and Kale stepped up to a podium at the center of the room. The older of the two had jet black hair and striking purple eyes. His lean body filled out his dress uniform well, proving he remained in fantastic shape.

              The council entered shortly after, taking up their positions in the crescent moon of their table. They weren’t big on ceremony thankfully and sat quickly before the Chief of Military Operations, Daniel Burke, addressed those present. He was in his sixties with gray hair and a hard face won from years of military service. Clea only met him once before and thought him wise if a bit cynical.

              “Greetings,” Daniel spoke with a voice far more robust and powerful than his aged visage would lead one to believe. His command authority remained firmly in place. “We have come together in this emergency meeting to address the arrival of the alliance representatives. It is our hope you have come to engage in a free exchange of ideas. Our information for yours.”

              Anthar Mei’Gora replied, “Thank you, Chief Burke. We appreciate you allowing us this audience on such short notice. We received Vinthari An’Tufal’s message concerning your discovery of a weapon to be used against the enemy. We also understand it has seen a successful test. We wish to learn more about this and discuss what can be done for the refugees from the Xan-Wei star system.”

              “The people of the Tam’Dral are currently residing in their own vessel,” Daniel said. “They’ve been medically checked but we’re taking extra precautions so we don’t exchange any diseases either side cannot face. As far as Protocol Seven, we will freely grant you access to the information. We would, however, appreciate a few things in return.”

              “What are your terms?” Mei’Gora tilted his head up, a sign Clea knew meant he did not appreciate the way Daniel spoke to him. She briefed the Earth council on how to speak to her people. She had no idea why they didn’t listen. Instead of mentioning their own demands, they should’ve allowed the Kielans to offer.

             
We’re generous people. Look at what we’ve already given you for nothing?

             
“We are currently building a second vessel, another defender for our solar system but lack the resources to complete the task. Can you assist?”

              “Yes.” Mei’Gora nodded once. “What else?”

              “We need to know how you plan to use the Protocol Seven and what we can do to implement your plans into our own defensive matrices. This technology has proven very powerful and if we’re not admitted fully into the alliance, we may well not have any choice but to start weathering frequent assaults on our own.”

              “My government has extended me the authority to invite your culture to join our alliance,” Mei’Gora said. Gray put his hand on Clea’s forearm and squeezed it. “Conditionally.”

              “Oh?” Daniel tilted his head. “Do explain.”

              “After an initial assessment to determine the viability of using Protocol Seven at all, we will be taking it to a secret facility on the outskirts of our space, a place where we can replicate and perfect this weapon. If you truly wish to join the alliance, it’s time we see what you can do. We ask that you send the Behemoth with our ship, escort your technology and see for yourself what our advanced technology can do.”

              The other council members began speaking all at once and Daniel hushed them. “I’m sure you realize we cannot do that. We would be relinquishing our only defense just to escort technology.”

              “My second, Anthar Ru’Xin will be taking Protocol Seven to our planet. My ship will remain behind to assist you with the construction of your own vessel and we’ll also address your refugee situation. I trust you’ve done your research on me and know I will be more than capable of keeping this system safe from another breach.”

              Gray looked at Clea with wide eyes. She shrugged. This surprised her but it meant good things. For one, the alliance was offering admission into their ranks. Free exchange of ideas and trade was close now. One last hoop, a simple mission to a weapon’s facility. Those were some of the safest places in alliance space.

              Totally hidden and off the grid, the enemy never found one before. They’d be there and back before they knew it. The value went far beyond just seeing another part of space. It meant a collusion of ideas culminating in the prolonged safety of Earth and the eventual destruction of their mutual enemy.

              Clea hoped the humans were smart enough to agree.

              “Give us a moment to deliberate.” Daniel turned to Gray. “Captain Atwell, will you please join us?”

              Gray glanced at Clea, “wish me luck”. He stepped away, leaving her to sit stiff and nervous. Depending on how the council voted, she, and the Behemoth, would leave Earth space. It had been years since she’d done so. Her heart raced even as she maintained a placid expression. Even a milk run sounded exciting to her, anything to get out and about, to see other systems.

              This opportunity for motion seemed too good to pass up. She hoped the council saw it the same way.

***

              Gray approached the gathered assembly who whispered in hushed voices. He folded his arms over his chest and waited for them to address him. On the surface, it sounded like they agreed the Behemoth needed to go with the Kielans. He wondered what was left for them to debate.

              “Hold on,” Daniel lifted his hand. “What do you think, Gray? You’ve been spending a lot of time with the alien. Do you believe them?”

              Clea devoted years of her life to helping humanity and the top brass still considered her
the alien
. He gritted his teeth for a moment to avoid saying something, then cleared his throat. “Yes, I trust them completely. Clea has proven to be nothing short of a miracle worker and she’s put our safety before her own many times, hell…she put our
culture
before her own by coming here. They’re the good guys, sir.”

              Daniel nodded. “And do you feel your crew is up to the task?”

              “If the facility is as secluded as they say, of course. It’ll be a cakewalk.” Gray frowned. “But my experience tells me nothing is as easy as someone makes it sound. Even so, if we encounter resistance with one of their own ships, then we can take the opposition. These guys have a lot more experience fighting the opponents than we do. I’d love some pointers.”

              Another council member spoke up, a new one Gray hadn’t met yet. Her gray hair was bound up in a tight bun and her craggy face spoke of a hard life. “We’ll leverage their technical expertise to finish our own vessel and if they truly want to take the Tam’Dral’s woes off our plate, I’d let them.”

              “Anyone against this?” Daniel asked the others. Marshall Jameson spoke up.

              “Yes, I have a big problem with sending our defending ship, the one
we
control off to some…other solar system for six weeks! God knows how far it is or how long they’ll be gone.” Jameson shook his head. “This isn’t something we want to do.”

              “How’re we going to finish the other ship then?” Marquel stepped in. “They’ve helped us before and I sincerely doubt they’d come back here to make demands or not follow through on promises. Hell, they’re the reason we’re still alive. It seems pretty disingenuous if we snub them now.”

              Jameson waved his hand. “They dropped off a
single
alien and some tech specs. The rest we handled ourselves. They’ve practically done nothing for us at all.”

              “You can’t argue that their assistance was instrumental in getting the Behemoth combat ready again,” Gray said. “Their pulse technology alone made a huge difference.”

              “You’re rather sympathetic for a mysterious race, Captain.” Jameson scowled. “You don’t know what they’re capable of. When you’re gone, they may decide we’re a valuable resource, our planet could be strip mined or perhaps something might come up, an emergency pulling them away. We’d be defenseless.”

              “Don’t make this about Gray,” Daniel said. “We gave him command of the Behemoth because he’s got an open mind, we’re not going to give him a hard time about it now.”