Episode 10 – Star Hunters, part 5

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The chrono said they were still three hours out from Presna.

A handful of the reports he’d asked for had come in, from Cutter and Cenz who had both said in so many words that they just did not have enough information yet to speculate who might be behind the piracy.

Which was about as much as he had expected.  They did not have enough information here, but he did not like going in blind.

It just seemed too easy.  He could imagine how some desperate spacers might view a single isolated attack as something they might get away with.  But these pirates were fools if they thought they could turn Sapient Union colonies into a hunting ground.

Certainly there were plenty of fools in the universe, but they had to know there would be a response, quickly, and that it would be hard.

So they were idiots or they did have something that made them this confident.  Both options added a lot of complications, because at least with the competent you could reasonably predict what they might do.

Looking to his console, he brought it up and started a search.

“Find all files related to the Star Hunter,” he said.

The computer brought up the files.  “Sort by those discussing the confirmed capabilities of the relic technology in his possession.”

The computer took a long time before displaying a list of files.

“Closest matches to request shown.”

Brooks perused the list, frowning.

These did not look like what he had asked for, but he scanned through them for the relevant information.

Yes, the Star Hunter had possessed some kind of relic technology, he’d won numerous victories, been able to move his ships in and out of zerospace more quickly than normal.

“But how much faster?” he asked.

“No data found.”

Brooks closed that file and checked the next.

“According to Dessei legends, the Star Hunter possessed relic technology . . .” Brooks mumbled, reading it.  “. . . which supposedly granted him unexplainable abilities.”

Taking a deep breath, he looked into the next file.

“. . . Popular culture has claimed a variety of abilities from the relic technology, including superhuman strength, the ability to survive in the vacuum, control quantum entanglement to allow himself to teleport, to control the minds of others . . . but there is no evidence that these are based in fact.”

Brooks sat back.  “So what is based in fact?” he asked the computer.

The computer was silent again for a long time.

“Computer, answer the question,” Brooks ordered.

“No answers found,” it told him.

“Nonsense,” he said.  “There have to be Union files on this.  Check classified files.”

“No answers found,” it repeated.

“Not found, or am I denied access?” Brooks asked.

The computer made an error sound, and that was answer enough.  It couldn’t even tell him . . . so he was denied access to the data.

But just because someone wanted to hide that data didn’t mean they could hide everything about their involvement.  He perused into the metadata of the ship’s archives – they were updated at regular intervals automatically, or when required for a mission.

He saw that the data had been altered when they’d gotten their orders.  He could not say if things had been added, removed, or just changed, but he looked at the access code of the data connections during the last update.

Most were normal; civilian channels, astronavigation channels, science channels, command channels . . .

Then there was the Research Bureau.

Looking into other categories that might fall under their purview, he saw no updates or changes.

So.  It was Director Freeman.

The man hated him and Brooks could entirely see why he’d involve himself in this.  Relic technology would come under his purview, and he’d have the power to share or deny access to data.

But why hide it?

The last time Brooks had thought the man had been acting out of simple spite, it had turned out to be for a far more pragmatic purpose.  As emotionally volatile as Freeman was, he was not a fool.

Now he had a lot more to think on.


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Episode 10 – Star Hunters, part 4

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“Captain,” Pirra said, saluting.  “Might I have a word?”

Most of the room had emptied, but Brooks saw Kai glance over.  She did not indicate anything on her face, and Brooks looked back to Pirra.

“Go ahead,” he said.

“Captain, I know that the story of the Star Hunter is viewed largely as legend,” she began.  “But I advise that you take the story seriously.”

Brooks was rather caught off-guard by Pirra’s words.  He knew that Dessei placed great emphasis on the Star Hunter legends, even teaching sweeping details of that war in their voidfleet academies.

But many of the stories they told were . . . fantastical to say the least.

“Which aspects do you mean specifically?” Brooks asked.

Pirra seemed to squirm slightly.

“I mean the elements that seem to defy physics and neo-physics, Captain.”

“Such as?”

Brooks was not so much trying to make his Lt. Commander uncomfortable, as to understand just what she was trying to tell him.

Her discomfort grew to a head, but she stopped fidgeting and met his eyes, speaking strongly.  “Such as the techniques he used in battles such as at Lahhua and Ghonno,” she said.  “Moving his fleet in ways that have been deemed . . . impossible.  Disappearing and reappearing.  The way his ship avoided all conventional attacks and his weapons were able to bypass normal defenses and strike vulnerable points even inside ships.”

Brooks was unsure what to say to that.

He had wondered if these were the sorts of things she had meant.  The stories were often told by spacers, embellished and enhanced over the thousands of years since the actual event.

They were not things that he took seriously.  Spacers also told stories of starmaids and black holes that somehow caused men to want to fly into them to be wrecked in their accretion disks.

“I cannot say I place much stock in those legends,” he told her.  “But I appreciate your candor, Lt. Commander.  However, I do not want you to overly-concern yourself with ancient stories.  We’ve encountered Leviathans and other forms of tenkionic matter that show strange properties we don’t fully understand.  In no case were they able to do the things that are attributed to the Star Hunter.”

“Sir,” Pirra insisted.  “This isn’t just about the Star Hunter’s relic technology potentially being tenkionic.  This is about real tactical scenarios we may face if these new pirates truly have their hands on a piece of relic technology!”

“Yes, I understand that,” Brooks said, his voice turning a little chilly.  “Notably, this is outside of your field of expertise, Lt. Commander.  Let me worry about ship actions, while you worry about preparing for a potential boarding action.”

In her large, alien eyes it was easy to see the defiance – even moreso in her crest that made it clear she was ready to argue this even harder.  But the warning look in his own eye made her quiet herself.

“Yes, sir,” she said neutrally.

Brooks nodded his chin for her to go, and she turned on her heel.

He felt as Apollonia moved closer.  Her presence was always noticeable when he paid attention, the strange aura that was almost but not quite discomforting.

“She seems real spooked,” Apollonia noted.

“Her people take the legend of the Star Hunter very seriously,” Brooks said.  “To them, it’s history, not just a story.”

“Yeah, like . . . literally.  I’ve seen a lot of pulp shit that has him in it, and from what I’ve learned he had so many lovers that I don’t know how he even had time to pirate anything,” Apollonia said.

“Don’t mock it,” Brooks chided.  “I had to draw a line, but Pirra is a valuable part of the crew.”

Apollonia seemed surprised by the rebuke.  “All right,” she said, her voice now as unhappily neutral as Pirra’s had been.  “But may I ask you some questions about something else that’s not a part of my assignment?”

“Go ahead,” Brooks said, gathering up a few things from a desk.  “And walk with me.”

She followed him towards the door.

“I’m just wondering why we’re going after these pirates.  I mean . . . the Craton is kind of a big deal, isn’t it?  We’re the only ship in our class-“

“There are other cratonic vessels,” Brooks corrected her.  “The Craton was only the first of them in the Union.  We have two sister ships and there are ten total cratonic vessels across the entire Sapient Union.”

“Still, ten?  Out of millions of ships capable of chasing pirates?  Surely we have more important things to do . . .”

“We’re protecting Union citizens,” Brooks replied.

“Yeah, and I’m not saying that’s not important.  But I’m just surprised it’s considered important enough to send us.”

“There’s a bit more to it than just hunting pirates,” Brooks admitted.  “Are you aware of the moratorium on colonization?”

Apollonia was not actually sure what moratorium meant.  “Remind me,” she said.

“Ever since Terris,” Brooks explained, and Apollonia wondered if he did not realize her ignorance, “the Union has stopped all colonization of new systems.  It’s not simply a cooling of policy, but officially we do not allow it.  One of the effects of this has been that colonies that had just been founded tend to feel rather exposed.  After all, they expected to soon be parts of a bustling area of space with many other colonized systems that would be growing together economically and in population.  With all the limitations, supply runs are likewise restricted to a degree, which makes their conditions even harder.”

“So . . .” Apollonia ventured, “This is about making them feel better?”

“More like acknowledged at all,” Brooks replied.  “Many have lodged complaints that they feel practically abandoned.  I can’t agree with that assessment-“

“Can’t like you’re not allowed to by higher-ups?” Apollonia asked.

Brooks laughed.  “No, I mean they are still being supplied and evacuation has always been on the table for them.  But they certainly have had their plans destroyed by these changes, and they’re not happy about it.  Sending the Craton shows that command is taking their safety very seriously.

“Beyond that, the possibility – however slight – that these pirates do have relic technology compels a strong reaction from us.  The Dessei and Sepht take these possibilities very seriously, and we are duty-bound to treat it with equal gravity.”

Apollonia thought about it.  “And what if they do have relic technology, and they really can do the crazy things that Pirra was worried about?  We’re a city as well as a ship,” she asked.

Brooks frowned.  “We all join this ship knowing her duties,” he told her.

Apollonia considered that seriously, her stomach squirming.

She didn’t like the feeling she had about all of this.


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Episode 10 – Star Hunters, part 3

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Captain’s Log:

Three colonies have been attacked by an unknown group of ships on the fringe of human-occupied space.

The Craton is being re-routed from a fleet exercise in the Chonus system to investigate and reassure other colonies in the region that they will be defended.

The identities of these pirates are still in question.  Their ships appear to be a mix of common cargo carriers modified with aftermarket weapons systems.  Information is still sparse, but command has little reason to believe they pose any serious threat to a ship of the Craton‘s capabilities.

If the pirates agree to that assessment, it is likely that they will avoid any engagement, and we will be chasing ghosts for the next few weeks until patrol frigates are able to reach the area to secure it more fully.

In the meantime, we will be making every attempt to learn the identity of these pirates, as no member of their crew has yet to be seen by a colonist or captured on data.

There are disquieting aspects to this all beyond the obvious, however.  The pirates have been able to evade the defenses of each colony they have approached, in ways we cannot fully explain yet.  As always, rumors are spreading; is there something more serious going on here?

I hope they are just simple pirates.  There’s always the possibility that this has to do with recent tensions with the Glorians or Fesha or even Hev – but already there are other ideas circulating, drawing parallels to ancient stories and relic technology.

It’s not uncommon for pirates to try and draw that mystique around themselves, and no matter how many times it proves untrue, the stories always rise.

Let’s hope for something mundane.


“What sensor data the colonies have captured suggests the pirates have between three and five vessels,” Brooks explained to the assembled group.

It was not simply his command staff present at his briefing, but also some of the under-commanders – as well as Apollonia Nor.

She looked as uncomfortable as he felt about her presence.  It was not that he minded someone who was more akin to a civilian than an officer being here, but the knowledge of what he might have to task her to do.

“However,” he continued, dragging his eyes across the whole room.  “The surviving readings are sketchy, and we suspect that the pirates have been modifying some of their ships between attacks to disguise their true numbers.”

He brought up an image of a large, bulky ship – it was no monster, being only a kilometer and a half long, but it was strongly built.

“This is the largest ship that has been sighted, and we believe it to be their flagship.  This one they do not bother to disguise, and we have given it the designation of PV-1.  It is simply a bulk carrier, a modified Evergreen-class hauler constructed by Holdur Conglomerate.  As you can see, it allows them a lot of cargo room, though some of that space carries weapons, we believe seventeen private military-grade fast-launch missile systems.”

“Do they have any confirmed point-defense cannons?” Jaya asked.

“We do not know,” Brooks replied.  “No colony has had a chance to test their defenses, but we will assume so.”

Evergreen-class,” Ham sulp noted.  “I know that kind of ship well.  They’re pretty sturdy – I’d say pretty much designed for pirating work, their internal bracing really lets them fit in a lot of weapons systems.”

“True,” Cutter hissed.  “Advertisements for vessel hailed it as being a capable escort with modifications.”

“Union intelligence believes that Holdur frequently sells them to pirates,” Brooks confirmed.

“Um,” Apollonia spoke.  “Has anyone considered that this could this be some retaliation for what happened recently on Gohhi . . . ?”

Eyes went to her, and hers grew wider.  She shrank back a little.  “Just a thought,” she added.

“Not a bad one,” Brooks said.  “But this particular vessel has been out in the wild for some time.”

“I know in the initial reports from the colonies we didn’t have a good idea of what they’d been taking,” Urle said.  “Do we have a better idea now?”

“Yes,” Brooks confirmed, his eyes unfocusing as he looked into his HUD.  “We’re still waiting for the third colony to get us a list.  From the first two colonies they took a great deal of equipment, tech, and raw materials that were likely for the maintenance of their ships, as well as chemicals used for food production.”

He focused back on the assembly.  “Unfortunately, they also took hostages – fifty from the first and fifty-two from the second.”

“Have they made any demands?” Jaya asked.

“None yet,” Brooks said.  “There is a lot of apprehension about this, so we are not spreading word of it yet.”

“They’re kidnapping people?” Apollonia said, speaking up again.  “That’s crazy.  I mean, even just attacking Union colonies is crazy.  Don’t they expect retaliation . . . ?”

“I agree,” Jaya said.  “It is very rare for even our distant colonies to face piracy issues outside of single niche events.  They must know we will come for them.”

“That is a concern,” Brooks admitted.  “There is one more detail that we have learned just in the last hour that warrants serious consideration.  While the original copies were lost when the computers at each colony were corrupted, we were able to piece this together.”

A message began to play.  It was only audio, and the sound was strange – clearly an artificial voice that did not sound quite right.

“Colonial residents, you will surrender immediately.

Your defenses cannot stand against us.  We possess relic technology far beyond your understanding that will wave away any and all attempts to resist.  You cannot withstand it, and to try to do so will bring only death to you and your children.

Do not throw your lives away needlessly.  Move to your emergency bunkers and stay within them.  Any seen outside will be assumed defiant and shot.  Attempt no resistance, stay in your bunkers, and you will not be harmed.

So speaks the Dire and Feared Captain Tarsota.”

The voice ended.

A silence lingered, however.

“Do they really have relic technology?” Pirra finally asked.

“We do not know,” Brooks admitted.  “It is a common claim made by those trying to invoke some aspect of the legend of the Star Hunter, but usually it is just a claim.”

“The Star Hunter is not a legend, Captain,” Pirra said.  “The whole story is true.”

Brooks watched Pirra, listening, but did not reply.

Jaya spoke.  “Yet at each colony their computers were completely destroyed, and the colonies reported heavy corruption in them,” she said.  “That is consistent with the effects of tenkionic disruption on artificial intelligence.”

“All of these points have been made at Union headquarters,” Brooks said.  “Due to the seriousness of anything related to relic technology, this is no longer simply a humanity issue – the entire Union has been informed, and we are to take every precaution.”

He looked to Apollonia.  “This is why I’ve brought you in for this briefing, Ms. Nor.  Cerebral Readers can protect from krahteonic and tenkionic corruption to a degree.  For the duration of this mission, you will be staying in special quarters near the command deck.”

“Oh,” Apollonia said, looking once more on the spot.  “Wonderful,” she added, unsure what else she could say to that.

“What I want the rest of you to do,” he continued, “is to go over the data we have.  Build me scenarios of the likely capabilities of their ships, plans to knock them out, plans for boarding – any scenario we may encounter.  And try to figure out who or what they are – the name Tarsota sounds human, but we are not sure if the pirates actually are due to the strange sound qualities of the message, which we feel are not due to corruption.”

“It does sound like they’re trying to just pass themselves off as human, though,” Urle noted.

“Exactly.  If we can figure out who they are, we may have a better idea of what we may face.  Now, we are ten hours out from Presna colony.  I want your preliminary reports by then.  Dismissed.”


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Episode 10 – Star Hunters, part 2

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“Incoming vessels, this is Presna Colonial Space Authority, please identify.”

Even as Tony sent the message, the beeping sound from the main control console grew more insistent.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he said aloud to the machine, though it was not equipped to listen to him.

“Enkush, what are we reading?” he called out.

“No response yet,” the other man replied.  “But they look like supply transports.”

“About damn time,” Tony muttered.

The tone turned again, to an even more annoying warble, indicating the ships were now within the outermost zone of the colony’s territory.

And his damn HUD was taking forever to boot back up.

Dark, he’d just turned off his HUD while he was in the bathroom.

The damn water purifiers were acting up again, and whatever it was that kept leaking in was making him piss like a race horse.  The doctor said it wasn’t harmful, but it was still annoying as all hell.

“Just replenish your electrolytes,” he mocked aloud as he sank back into his seat at the console.

“Supply ships, please send your clearance codes,” he sent.

He saw that the automated system had already queried them, but had still gotten no response.

Maybe the supply ships were having just as many problems as the Presna colony.  Seemed a day couldn’t go by without another thing malfunctioning in some minor, annoying way.

“Incoming vessels, please respond,” he sent after a few moments.

The automated system’s alarm changed again.  This time it was not just alert, but a warning.

“What the hell-?”

The laser defense grid was activating, targeting the incoming ships!  That was definitely not right!

“Override!” he ordered the system.

“Incoming targets approaching defense perimeter,” the computer told him.  “Unauthorized vessels are potential threat.”

“They’re just supply ships!” he told the system.

The computer mulled that.  It put the lasers into standby, but did not power them down and continued to target the incoming ships.

He heard footsteps running out in the hall, approaching.

“Tony!” he heard Sheila panting as she slid into the room.  “I got the alarm, what the hell is going on?”

“Just the six-month supply ships,” he told her.  “But the laser defense grid’s trying to target them!”

He saw the blood drain from Sheila’s face.  “The supply ships are still a week out.  Those ships aren’t ours.”

Tony felt his jaw drop.

“Radar’s picking up missile launches!” he heard Batjargal yell, sending a general alarm.  “We’re under attack!  Get the lasers back on!”

Refocusing his eyes back to the controls in his HUD, he was about to give the system permission to fire, when it went black.

No, no, no.

Nothing seemed to work right on this blasted colony, but there was no pisscutting way the entire laser grid went down, and no way those missiles had hit yet, they were still ten minutes out!

“Reboot the system!” he ordered.  Nothing happened.

“Computer, what’s the status of orbital defense grid?” he demanded.

“Pinging orbital defense grid . . .  Pinging . . .  Response found.  Multiple erro-”  The sound gave out, turning to a horrible static and screeching.

He screamed, pulling his earbuds out.

Looking to Sheila, his jaw still open, he saw his terror mirrored on her face.

“The main computer system just got corrupted,” she said softly.  “We’re sitting ducks.”


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Episode 10 – Star Hunters, part 1

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The pirate known as the Star Hunter has attained a legendary status across stellar civilization, with stories being told and embellished even into modern times.

Though the events surrounding him occurred almost four thousand years prior to humanity’s first encounter, the Star Hunter has remained a darling of cheap dramas and thrillers.  Viewed as a villain, a dark hero, or sometimes even as a victim of great forces far beyond the individual, he remains a household name.

So many stories have been told that the reality of his life and final days are oft lost and forgotten.

What is known for certain of the Dessei, whose birth name was Keraoãng, is that he was born on the mid-size island of Nosng on Enope, the Dessei homeworld.  Son of mid-tier public officials, his joining the Dessei Republic Fleet was a very natural and easy step in his life path.

While scoring well in his training and exams, Keraoãng was not exemplary in most fields, but displayed a great desire to explore unknown space.  All Dessei have their head in the sky, it is said, but Keraoãng was born with his head in the stars.

Becoming the captain of a deep-space scout vessel, he was one of many seeking to chart places only ever seen through telescopes or by probes.  On one of these long-term missions, in the darkness between systems he claimed to discover an ancient space station that he dubbed a temple-station.  While appearing abandoned, the story goes, he felt drawn to the place.

Against the judgment of his subordinate officers, Keraoãng landed his scout ship on the station and led a boarding party.

There are no reliable accounts of what occurred in the station, only distorted messages that described great danger and an unknown opposing force.

Finally, a single clear message came through from Keraoãng himself; “I have found it.”

Keraoãng and less than a third of his original party returned to the scout ship.  The survivors would not speak of what they had seen or experienced, and Keraoãng dismissed such details as unimportant.  The remaining members of the crew on the ship noted a severe change in personality in Keraoãng after recovering the item he called relic technology.

Whereas prior he had been a well-liked commander who followed protocol and cared little for personal prestige, after the trip onto the station he became arrogant and brutal.  He carried an object with him in a pouch on his chest, but would not tell or show anyone what it was.  Those who pressed too hard were punished severely.  Finally, after a confrontation with his first officer, Keraoãng shot and killed him.  After that, none aboard dared to question him.

Returning to Dessei space, he was detained by the Dessei government and questioned in secret.  Rumors abounded about what punishment he might face for losing so many crew members and his later behavior, but the government dragged its feet on the issue for unknown reasons.  The day before a sentence was to be announced, however, Keraoãng was freed by members of his crew who had gone into the temple-station with him.  Together, they seized control of a light cruiser and fled Dessei space.

The Dessei government were in clear shock over this turn of events, and while little was publicly admitted, sources of good repute leaked that the government had been more curious in the temple-station and relic technology than Keraoãng’s aberrant behavior.  Yet despite that, they had not learned the location of the supposed temple-station, and all data on the scout ship’s computers had been erased by Keraoãng before arrival back at Enope.

The incident faded from public minds until two years later, when Keraoãng returned.  Now leading a fleet of ramshackle ships with his light cruiser, which he had named the Rightful Prize.

In a series of lightning strikes, Keraoãng, now identifying himself as Star Hunter, captured several more small warships, taking hostages with each attack.

To add to his mystique, the Star Hunter sent a series of missives, claiming to be a legal privateer in service to “a higher power”.

His boldness growing, the Star Hunter even staged a raid upon Enope itself, capturing and taking back with him a military defense platform along with his original scout vessel.  Exactly how this was achieved has been a closely-guarded secret of the Dessei Republic – many have noted in the centuries since that the ability to carry off an entire station should not have been possible with the level of technology then in play.

Attempts by the Dessei to crush the Star Hunter met in dismal failure; in several battles, the Dessei Republic Fleet was humbled by the pirate’s inferior forces, suffering staggering losses in the process.

The apparently impossible nature of the Star Hunter’s attacks became a recurring theme.  The precision of his zerospace jumps and the rapidity with which his ships could jump again still has not been explained.  They allowed him to bypass standard defenses and reach prize targets with ease, taking what he wished to supply and strengthen his forces.

Likewise, the Rightful Prize seemed able to punch far above her weight class; in several battles that are still studied by multiple species, the light cruiser bested groups of heavier vessels that faced it, without sustaining any serious damage.  The destruction of the battleship Winged Heart with all hands has become the subject of several songs alone.

In further communiques sent by dummy drones, the Star Hunter claimed that the relic technology he had discovered granted him these powers and that his strength would only continue to grow. In none of these communiques did the Star Hunter ever declare a clear goal, and as time went on they became longer and more rambling, often decrying the existing government of the Dessei Republic for ‘lacking true vision’ and ‘seeing only the mundane’.

He sent out a more general call, summoning to him every privateer and mercenary in known space.

Millions flocked to his banner, and a small local annoyance soon became a clear threat to the stability of governments in space.

Ranging further, Star Hunter began to strike outside of Dessei space, into territories of the Sepht and Bicet.  With each victory increasing the technological advantage of his forces, he gained more ships and took more hostages at every turn.

His most notorious attack became known as the Taking of New Enope, where nearly all 300,000 people in a Dessei colony were taken prisoner by Star Hunter’s forces.

Some stories claimed that he had long frequented the colony and had fallen in love with a local woman.  But because she loved her home so much, Star Hunter had taken them all to allow her to keep them near her.

Other stories, and likely the reality, were far darker.

Attempts to track the zerojumps of Star Hunter’s forces proved useless; his fleets seemed to move impossibly fast, at times even to be in two places at once.

This threat led the Dessei Republic to press for peace with their long-time rivals, the Sepht.  The wise leadership of both peoples saw the threat posed by the Star Hunter, and they joined forces.  The Bicet were more than happy to join this coalition, planting the seed that would eventually grow into the Sapient Union.

Attempting to determine patterns in Star Hunter’s attacks, which now focused on Sepht and Bicet colonies as a form of retaliation for the alliance, a suspected pattern was found by a team of researchers.  This team were not military analysts or even mathematicians, but tenkionic researchers who had been attempting to understand the nature of subspace itself.  Though two of them took their lives not long after submitting their findings, the Combined Fleet was able to catch Star Hunter’s forces in action attacking a Bicet colony.

While the fight itself was inconclusive, as Star Hunter quickly withdrew, it was hailed as a major turning point.

Months of cat-and-mouse chases continued without success, however, until a small ship of defectors from the Star Hunter’s forces were found, desperately seeking to surrender.

These defectors claimed that the Star Hunter was sinking into a dark insanity.  The beings taken as hostages were being sacrificed, and his secret base which could not be located was in the ancient temple-station where he had first found his technology.  Further, these defectors were willing to trade the location of the temple-station in return for amnesty.

The combined forces saw that this could be a trap, but having no other leads, decided to launch an attack.

Arriving, they found the ancient edifice, larger than any known space station, and engaged the pirate fleet.

Star Hunter’s forces were not at all prepared for an assault on their home base, not even reacting until they had been attacked.

Once roused to action, though, the severely outnumbered pirate fleet fought back.  Anchored by the defense platform taken years earlier, they were able to mount a formidable defense, inflicting heavy damage on the Combined Fleet.  But the comradeship that had been built between the three species told; the heroic defense of the disabled Sepht flagship by Dessei forces helped to heal centuries of mistrust between the two species.

The Star Hunter’s fleet fought to the very last, even as their ships were shattered apart, pockets of resistance held out.

Now able to approach the temple-station, a combined-arms force was launched.  From here there is little solid information, as the official records have been sealed by each of the involved governments.

Stories, however, tell that the temple was filled with blood-sacrifices, growing more gruesome and twisted the deeper they went.  The living in the temple were maniacs, the original followers of the Star Hunter who had become completely mindless puppets.

The most fanciful stories tell that the troops encountered beings of a species unknown, that were nearly immune to conventional weapons and could keep fighting even when nearly torn apart.

Sustaining great casualties, the forces drove into the heart of the temple-station.  There is no real information on what occurred there, but after a four-hour battle the Star Hunter fled from the temple, escaping in the Rightful Prize.

Whatever luck the Star Hunter had once possessed that allowed him to fight against incredible odds in the past seemed to abandon him.  Or perhaps the odds were simply too great, but as the Rightful Prize moved away, the Combined Fleet launched overwhelming volleys of missiles and coilgun strikes.

Taking hits, the Star Hunter broadcast a constant stream of maddened invective, cursing the Combined Fleet and all in it.

Defying calls for his surrender, the Rightful Prize instead made a desperate dive into zerospace.

Most experts agree that in the state of the Rightful Prize, it likely broke up and disintegrated almost immediately after submersion.  Even if it did survive the initial acceleration into zerospace, it is unlikely it could have exited safely.  And even if all of that did not occur, with the damage the vessel had sustained, it was unlikely the crew could survive much longer.

The mysterious temple-station itself likewise met its end; perhaps as a result of damage from the battle, it began to break apart and collapse in on itself.  It is suspected that it was powered by a black hole at its heart, and the containment system was damaged.  Of the boarding forces deployed, only a handful managed to escape in time.

Gravitic anomalies and debris, it is said, forced the retreat of the Combined Fleet.  Later investigations into the region found no traces of the temple-station, and studies of its external views have determined very little.

Thus, the story of the Star Hunter ends.

Stories and legends continue on without end; the more romantic deny claims of human sacrifice as mere propaganda and claim that in the end Star Hunter was able to escape with his unnamed wife and finally found peace out beyond the fringe.  Others say that his relic technology conferred upon him immortality, and he is only biding his time before he attacks again.

Though the Sapient Union itself was not founded directly after this incident, the Space Hunter War is sometimes listed as one of the factors that led to the Union’s birth.  Official histories, however, do not even mention the period or even call it a war.

The survivors of the landing party have never been identified, and if any of them returned to normal life, they never spoke of what they saw.  It is sometimes claimed that the stories they spread were so disturbing that they were re-settled on a distant secret colony.

Whatever happened to them, or to the Star Hunter, in times since many pirates have tried to claim his mantle or that they have a piece of his relic technology.  Many go out seeking the supposed Lost Treasure of the Star Hunter, a cache they claim he made before the final battle where he hid his relic technology, thus explaining his failures in that final battle.

Thus far, there are no publicly confirmed accounts of other space pirates obtaining such relic technology.

Unofficially, however, on a need to know basis, it is known that such incidents have occurred.  While none have been as overtly threatening as the Star Hunter War, they are treated with the utmost seriousness by the Sapient Union.


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Episode 9 – Mayday, part 24

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Lily saw a bright flash outside her tiny window.

The stars had largely faded, but she still looked out.  The view was comfortable and she was happy to think she was facing them.

They still had so much to tell her, she thought.  It brought her peace.

The flash . . . had it been one of them?

She didn’t know, but she liked to think so.  Soon she’d be another star among them.  That had been a story she’d heard once.

Or maybe she’d imagined it . . .

Memories, dreams, fantasies, all of them seemed equally real and plausible to her.  Thoughts from childhood were coming back to her, sparks of a pure joy that almost brought tears of happiness to her eyes.

How had she ever forgotten these things?  They were the parts that made life so beautiful.  Almost as beautiful as those stars out there, glowing for ages upon ages, longer than humanity had existed or likely would ever exist.

At this moment, she felt like she was one with them.

One of those lights might be the Craton, she thought.  She felt a pang of sadness, thinking of how hard they were all working to save her.

She could imagine the distance, for the first time she felt she truly could feel just how vast they were in space.  She could feel that distance.  It took light seconds to cross the gap.  She was an insignificant nothing in this endlessness.

But it would end when she was dead.  She knew she was dying, that the gas was leaking in here and killing her.  That she would not be rescued.  She’d accepted that.

It did not upset her.  She just hoped they wouldn’t take it too hard.

Maybe it was the gas itself that was making her so accepting of her fate.  Probably.

But that didn’t make her acceptance any less real.  It didn’t make her memories or fantasies or dreams any less real to her.

It was funny.  She’d been afraid of death.

But it was everything leading up to it that was hard.

Dying was easy.


Captain’s Log:

Escape Pod 57 was recovered six hours after initial launch from the Maria’s Cog.

The second drone was successful in attaching to the pod and penetrating the hull to begin scrubbing the air of toxic gases.  Concentrations, however, were by that time above lethal limits.  Medical drones deployed within the pod found that both Lily Brogan and Davyyd Pedraza were dead.

Their bodies have been recovered, and will be returned to their families.

All other personnel from the Maria’s Cog that have been recovered are in stable condition.  We are en route to Medical Base 17 for their further treatment.

Further investigations have confirmed our earlier theory that the Cog had been hit by a piece of space debris moving at an unusually high velocity.  Notations of this particular danger in this region have been sent out to all Union vessels and independent ships.

The known flaw in the escape pods that allowed the release of engine coolant gas under certain circumstances has been elevated in importance; all current models of that pod in service will undergo revision to help prevent such future incidents.

Finally, Commander Kai Yong Fan has requested a leave of absence of three days.  I have granted her request.


FINIS


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Episode 9 – Mayday, part 23

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“Braking maneuver complete,” Rachel Zhu called.

“The drone has successfully matched the pod’s speed,” Cenz said.

“Preparing to deploy docking clamps,” Sulp said.  “Cutter, you ready on your end?”

“Prepared,” the Bicet said shortly, all of its focus on the task at hand.  He was wearing an entire headset that gave his spectacularly complex and precise eyes a fully-realized view from the drone’s cameras.

The lightlag did not help, but he was only supervising the drone’s own computer as it carried out the complex maneuver.

“Have not yet matched pod’s rotation,” Cutter said.  “Require more rotational thrust.”

“Synching drone to pod now,” Ji-min Bin answered.

It had been hard to be sure they had the right data for the pod’s rotation, the interference from debris had made the measurement difficult at the distances involved.

The pod was visibly spinning, the view of it now on the main screen.  Slowly the drone was matching the spin, but they were still getting a full view of the side of the craft as it turned.

“Look at that whole side,” Sulp said, in horrified awe.

One full third of the side of the pod was warped, the heat having melted the plates.  They’d re-set in space, but were heavily warped.

“Incredible that the pod did not break apart,” Cenz said.

“They were built to survive,” Brooks replied softly.

“Rotation matched,” Zhu announced.  The view of the pod had stabilized over one of its intact faces.  They could not risk cutting into the melted plates; the warping might have rendered them brittle and they’d end up venting the whole craft to space.

“Preparing to connect,” Cutter said tensely.

They held their collective breaths as the pod grew in the view.  Out there, where it was, was three seconds ahead of them, the entire endeavor already either succeeded or failed, but they could not even know.

The view shuddered.

“We have contact!” Cutter said.  “All arms secured.”

Brooks found himself breathing again.  He said nothing, just watching.  His officers were the experts here, and he could only let them work.

“Deploy drill head and connector sleeve unit,” Sulp said.

There was a long pause.  The view from the drone shuddered once, then after a few moments shuddered again.

A red light began to flash on an instrument panel.

“What’s happening?” Kai asked sharply.

“We are having difficulty deploying drill head and connector sleeve unit,” Cutter said.  “It is registering mechanical error.”

Sulp let out a string of curses.  “They were housed near where that bloody debris hit.”

“Restarting system,” Cutter said.  “Remote connection re-established.  Attempting to deploy again.”

There was no shudder of the camera this time, and Brooks looked from Cutter to Sulp, hoping this meant something positive.

Sulp’s head tilted down and he sighed.

“Attempting again,” Cutter said.

The feed flickered.

“We have Main Bus B failure,” Cutter hissed.  “Battery problems registering.  Internal heat rising.”

“We have counter-measures to fire!” Sulp said.  “Deploying!”

“No effect!” Cutter said.  “No effect.  Internal heat rising to dangerous levels.  Damage to drone too severe.”

“Detach, detach!” Sulp said quickly.  “Before she takes the pod out with her!”

The view feed suddenly cut, replaced with a simple telemetry that showed the drone moving away from the pod.

It winked out.

“Fire spread.  Ruptured internal oxygen storage tanks.”

“Is there damage to the pod?” Brooks demanded.

“Unknown,” Cutter replied.  “Unlikely.”

“Long-range scans show no change in pod’s velocity,” Cenz said.  “No unexpected change in its albedo.  It appears that it is still intact.”

Brooks breathed a sigh of relief, but it was brief.  He looked to Ji-min Bin.  “What is our ETA on the second drone?”

They had launched it some time ago, and Bin put it up on the screen.

It had barely gone a third of the way to the pod.

Kai had her headset on.

“Lily, this is Kai.  Are you there?” she called out into the dark.


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Episode 9 – Mayday, part 22

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“Lily?  Lily, are you there?”

Kai sent the message again, hoping that this time the woman would respond.

Her eyes went to the chart up on the main monitor showing the progress of the rescue drone.  It had cleared the debris field some time ago and now was just over three quarters of the way to Lily’s pod.

“Lily, if you can hear me, please respond.”

She waited again in vain.

Footsteps came up softly behind her, and Brooks knelt down next to her console.

“Anything?” he asked quietly.

“No,” she answered.  “There’s been no activity at all.”

Brooks nodded, his eyes closing a moment.

He did not have to tell her to keep trying; he knew she would.

“You’re doing everything you can,” he told her.

“I know,” she replied.

Brooks looked as if he wanted to say something else, but he didn’t.  He stood, putting a hand on her shoulder comfortingly, then moved over to speak to Cutter and Cenz, who were still working on the problem from their end.

“Lily-” she began.

A voice crackled in.

“It’s cold out here,” Lily said.  Her voice was soft and weak, almost lost to the static.

“Lily, I’m glad to hear you!” Kai said, relief flooding through her.  “Listen, we have a drone approaching your pod.  It will arrive soon and can start purifying the air in there, okay?”

There was a long pause again.  Kai was about to speak when Lily’s next message came through.

“Don’t have it block the viewport under the access panel,” Lily said.  “I want to keep seeing the stars.”

Kai’s heart pounded harder in her chest.

“Lily, are you feeling okay?”

“No,” Lily replied.  “I don’t feel anything.  Not okay.  Not bad.  But I can still see the stars.  I don’t want to lose that.”

“Lily, the gas leak is affecting your thinking.  I need you to not do anything rash, okay?  Just rest and soon the air will feel clearer.  Dr. Y will be able to-“

“They’re twinkling like they do on Earth,” Lily said.  “Isn’t that weird?  There’s no atmosphere out there, but . . . maybe there is, you know?  Maybe space does have air and we just never knew it.”

“Lily,” Kai said, her voice going firm.  “Do not try to open the pod.”

“I’m not that far gone,” Lily replied.  “I just wonder.  Because they’re twinkling, and I know it sounds really crazy but I think they’re sending me a message.  They’re calling me home.”

Kai fought down panic.  “Lily, promise me you won’t do anything.  Just sit tight and wait.”

“You can let me go,” Lily told her.  “I know you care, you really do.  But it’s okay, Kai.  You don’t need to worry about me anymore.”

The call clicked off again.

“Lily?  Lily!”

Kai was yelling now, the others on the bridge looking to her, but she didn’t care.


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Episode 9 – Mayday, part 21

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“The last pod has been collected,” the call came through the speakers.

Cheers came from the halls, but Ham Sulp was not among them, puffing as he ran.

The last pod his ass.  It was the last pod in their area, but there was still one more they needed to recover, one more soul still out there.

He’d grown up on a fleet of vagabond ships.  They lived their whole lives, generation after generation, in the deep void, only occasionally even piercing the heliopause of a star system.

To leave someone stranded out there to die was the worst thing in his view.

The doors to the launch room opened before him, and he heard the voices call out something else;

“Lift!”

The mechanical arm hefted the modified drone like it weighed as much as a feather instead of 800 kilograms.

Sulp had run down here as fast as he could, sweat pouring off his brow.  For the last sixteen minutes he and his team had been working; even before he’d gotten into the room, his boys and girls had started pulling apart one of the long-range Response drones, the plans for what was unimportant and what was vital laid out in their HUDs.

The longest wait had been for their high-speed fabricators to finish producing the modified parts they’d need.

A drill to penetrate the pod’s hull.  A vacuum-rated sealing coupling.  The special air scrubbers that would remove the deadly engine coolant.

Last minute Y sent up modified plans that required only a little creative rearranging to fit in six more of their best medical drones, that he had modified personally to be able to treat the chemical poisoning and burns that Lily Brogan and Davyyd Pedraza had already suffered.

Then they’d packaged it all up, and moved it into the internal transport system.

Entirely unmanned, lacking gravity for easy movement, the tunnels and drones within the system brought their modified drone as fast as possible to the launch bays near the heart of the Craton, not far from the bridge.

He’d managed to make it in time to see the drone lifted, then placed in the launch cradle.

As the aperture slid shut – itself a solid block of the strongest alloys known to the Union, he looked to the launch screen.

“Power building – five seconds until launch!”

“Dark and stars, let it fly true,” Sulp muttered, bunching his fist over his chest.

“Rotating ship,” Jaya said.  “Preparing to launch.”

“Charge complete!” the call came.

“Seven seconds until rotation complete.”

“Three seconds until rotation complete.”

“Rotation complete – all hands, brace for firing.”

Sulp gripped a rail, then felt the shudder that went through the decking, the very air, as Isaac Newton’s famous opposite reaction of recoil was released.

His eyes were still following the screen, watching their missile travel.

It was moving at a good rate, but not as fast as it could be moving – barely 0.01% of lightspeed.

With all they’d had to modify, the probe could not handle anything near what a military shell could.  They could make things to last much harder blasts, but they hadn’t the time to produce all that.

Still – it would take only an hour to reach Escape Pod #57.

If it could make it through the debris field.

It was another reason for the slower launch; with the drone’s armor, at this speed an impact might do some damage, but it shouldn’t annihilate it.  A far higher speed would mean that hitting even the tiniest piece would be like exploding a bomb on its surface.

It was all consolation, he knew.  The drone would not take any impacts well, but they’d done their best to chart a course that gave it a chance.

Still struggling for breath, noting to himself how he was not a sprinter and should not even try sprinting like that again, he got on a lift to the bridge.

“How’s it going?” he asked as soon as he appeared onto the command deck.

“It’s 22% through the debris field,” Brooks informed him.  “So far, so good.”

Not even a quarter.  If it had taken the hit in the first minute or two then they might have had time to fabricate another attempt.

Already his team was working on another drone, this one to take a longer route around the debris.  It would have to carry its own fuel and not just cruise on the coilgun’s boost, which meant less payload, but they’d accounted for that with a larger drone.

That would take another twenty minutes, though.  And then take over two hours to get there.

The next several minutes passed.  Sulp watched with trepidation as the drone ate up the distance, breathing a heavy sigh as it passed the halfway mark of the dangerous part of its voyage.  Once it got through the debris, it was home free . . .

“We have an impact!” Rachel Zhu called.  “Nose cone panel 17, small particle, low albedo!  Skewing off course . . .”

“Can we re-orient?” Brooks demanded.

“Yes, guidance says so.  Damage is unknown, but seems minor.  Settling back into course . . .”

“We must know the extent of the damage,” Cenz spoke.  “Share all internal sensor data.”

“We don’t have any,” Sulp said.  “We had to take those sensors out to fit in the framework for the new equipment.”

Cenz was silent a moment.  “I understand,” he finally said.

“Drone is back on course,” Zhu said.  “This will not affect arrival time by more than a few seconds.”

Brooks looked to him.  “How soon until we can launch the second probe?  Do you think we should do a straight launch for it as well?”

“Twenty minutes, my team tells me.  The initial work I put in before we finalized the plan all went into this one, so we need more time to get the second one running.  I’ve got all the people I have on it and every fabricator.  We can’t squeeze it out any faster.”

“As for course change,” Cenz added.  “If I might jump in – I recommend against a second launch through.  The high-speed particles from this one’s passing will likely stir up more micro-debris.  While it may clear the path in some ways, it may also easily cause more to end up in the course.  It is simply too chaotic to be certain, but I calculate the odds are likely to be worse for a second drone.”

Brooks nodded.  “Very well.  Let’s go ahead and reorient the ship for the second firing, and hope to hell that first drone makes it through.”

Sulp looked back up to the screen.  It was 74% of the way through the debris.

Just a little further, then the rest of it voyage would be a clean cruise.


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Episode 9 – Mayday, part 20

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“Commander, we’ve got less than one minute to cut-off time!”

Pirra heard the words and weighed them.

“Are all other shuttles heading back?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Finish the connection,” she ordered.  “We’re moving fast.”

“Aye!”

During Team Four’s connection to their first pod, a water line on the outside of the pod had burst.  The water inside had become flying knives that had damaged her connection tube.  They had a spare, but it would take too long to deploy it.

Team One would pick up the last pod.

There was just one person aboard this pod, she knew.

Watching the timer click down, she saw her team set a new record for sealing and getting down to the bottom.

It filled her with pride, even if she could not take the time to verbalize it now.

“Opening!” Kiseleva called.  The pod’s hatch opened easily, but black smoke poured out, and she heard coughing from within.

“We’re at cutoff,” she heard in her ear.

“Everyone else back aboard the ship,” she ordered, swinging herself down into the pod.  “If I’m not back aboard in 30, cut loose.  That’s an order.”

She knew that her team would have moved heaven and earth to save her, but they had too many others aboard that they had to get out.

They would obey.

Going down into smoke, she cycled through optical views until she could see the person inside.

Infrared could barely make them out; the pod interior was hot, and she cursed that they hadn’t gotten this information before.

“Come on!” she said, grabbing the person.

They coughed, fighting her briefly before curling up slightly and letting her take them.

Using her thrusters she moved them towards the hatch, she looked up to gauge a push-off.  The smoke made it hard to see exactly, even with sensors, but she took her best guess and pushed off the floor hard.

Wrapping her arms around the person’s head and body to shield them, she smashed her shoulder into the hatch rim, but caught with her leg to keep them from tumbling awkwardly in the tunnel.

Burning her thrusters again, she went up into the Response Shuttle, arms grabbing her and pulling her in.

Her chrono read that she’d been thirty-six seconds.

“Pull away, cut the tunnel!” she called.

“Brace!” she heard the call come.

The arms still held her, and she still held the man, as they began a hard burn.

“Debris field?” she called out.  It was hard to get words out under the g-forces, but she forced them through.

“We are ahead of it,” she heard Y’s voice in her ear.  “Though you have cut it far closer than I thought you might.  We can visibly see debris approaching – though we are thankfully outpacing it.”

The burn began to slacken, the man in her arms coughing violently.  It hadn’t been easy for him, but it had been vital.

Y and Mwanajuma moved to help him into a medical cradle, and Kiseleva helped Pirra move into a sitting position.

She felt exhausted, drained.

But she connected to the Craton.

“This is Commander Pirra.  All pods evacuated.  We are on our way back.”


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