The Battlesphere 'Thor' was in geosynchronous orbit around the planet Durbin. It was delivering the 6th infantry division, for extended deployment. Battalion Commander LTC Daniel C. Sharpton was getting ready to board the shuttle taking his company (HHC 1st Bn. 6th Inf. Div.) down to the surface and the disembarkation point.
His Bn. Sergeant Major had assured him the men were all onboard. His XO had informed him that the rest of the Bn. was similarly ready for departure from the 'Thor'. He looked around the huge shuttle bay, and was still amazed at the size of this ship. The emperor never stinted with his troops.
Daniel was the last man into the shuttle. He would be the first one out when it grounded. That was the way he was. If it had been a war situation, his XO and SGM would not have let him do this.
General ranks are as follows: BG. is brigadier general, 1 star. MG. is major general, 2 stars. LTG is lieutenant general, 3 stars. General is 4 stars. All are referred to as General. The ranks denote specific positions held within their military.
Other officers are: Second lieutenant is 2Lt. (or 2LT), First lieutenant is 1Lt. (or 1LT, or LT), Captain is Capt (or CPT), Major is Maj (or MAJ), Lieutenant Colonel is LtC (or LTC), and Colonel is Col (or COL).
The officer who is 'second in command', is usually referred to as 'XO', regardless of his/her actual rank.
For the enlisteds: CPL is corporal, Sgt is sergeant, SSgt is Staff Sergeant, SFC is Sergeant First Class, MSG is master sergeant, SGM is sergeant major (highest ranked enlisted man)
Two hours later, the rest of the division was down. The Commanding General of the 6th Infantry Division, Major General Anthony Wallace, was already holding an 'all officers' call for officers of the rank of Lieutenant Colonel and above.
"Hey, DC!" LTC Frank Tilman (Battalion Commander of the 2nd Bn., 6th Inf.) said, as Daniel entered the theater.
Daniel had been called 'DC' by his friends since he was a child; and by those of equal rank and above, since he joined the army.
"Hey, Frank. Any idea what the old man is going to brief us on? I would have thought it a bit early for this kind of call," Daniel said to his friend.
"Nope. I was going to ask you. Damn, now I have to sit like a clueless civvie." ('Civvie', 'CV', and any derivative, is the term the military uses to refer to civilians.)
Daniel laughed, grabbed a cup of coffee, and went to the table to register his presence with Division. He pulled a flat card out of his breast pocket, and passed it in front of a scanner sitting on a nearby table. A small electronic chirp acknowledged that his presence was recorded.
Daniel and Frank, basically shot the shit for the next ten minutes, until an announcement to 'find seats' was made. Everyone placed their mugs or other containers on the tables, and went to find chairs.
A voice roared out, "On your feet!"
Everyone who was in the theater sprang to rigid attention, as the Commanding General walked briskly to the podium at the center of the stage.
"Be seated," the General said.
They all sat and waited for the Commanding Officer to tell them what was going on.
"As you all may have noticed, the schedule for getting the 6th to make planet-fall was sped up quit a bit," General Wallace said.
There was a chuckle from the gathered officers. That had definitely been the topic of conversation in many orderly rooms.
"The HMS Thor will be breaking orbit, at anytime now. Supply ships will be dropping off ammunition and other supplies, for an extended deployment. The political situation here on Durbin is such that his majesty, and the general staff, have decided that a show of force (other than a few ships floating by in space) is needed here," the general paused for more chuckles.
"The reason Durbin is important, is that a certain small plant grows here. It grows on very few planets, indeed. It is instrumental in making the longevity drugs that are now being commonly used throughout the civilized galaxy. During the recent war, which His Majesty ended so abruptly a couple of years ago, this planet was hit by the aliens. Its defenses were stripped for the fight against said same aliens.
"This planet has resented that attack, which they blame on the Emperor and the Navy. It is unfortunate, but there it is. A movement has started on this planet to withdraw from the Empire. The Emperor frowns on planets (especially ones that are contributing to the imperial coffers so well) leaving the Empire.
"While it is theoretically possible for a planet to leave the Empire, it has never before been done; and the Emperor does not want a precedent started here. He has bent over backwards in order to smooth ruffled feathers, here.
"Our job is to show the people of Durbin that the Empire has not forgotten them, nor is the Empire just an entity sucking money from their pockets. We will show the flag, and we will be training here with the fledgling Durbin military. That sums up the political problem.
"Now, as to why the Thor is breaking orbit, and why our deployment was accelerated. The recent war has caused a number of political problems in other parts of the galaxy. One of our main concerns is Earth, and her stability.
"Since the outbreak of the war, Earth has been gearing up on war materials and shows no signs of stopping, or even slowing down. Not even with the war's end has Earth ceased from its building of implements of war. Our allies are nervous about them, as they are closer to Earth than we are. So, we are sending a major portion of the Navy, to augment two of our allies. That should give Earth pause to rethink its position. That said, let's talk about our deployment, here..."
Emperor Richard Newcastle was giving his two-year-old son a piggyback ride. The crown prince was laughing happily, as his father bounced around the suite that was the Emperor's aboard the Battlesphere Rising Dragon.
Richard Newcastle had finally decided it was time to take his wife and son to New Haven, and have symbionts introduced into their bodies. His son, Richard Preston Newcastle was now old enough to handle the process.
Richard sighed. He swung his son from off of his shoulders, and went towards his bedroom. His wife was feeding their daughter. Alicia Vonda Newcastle was the newest member of the royal family, and a Princess of the Empire.
Richard smiled at the sight of his wife and daughter together on the bed. His daughter was nuzzling at his wife's breast, greedily feeding. The empress of 137 worlds winced as her royal daughter bit and pulled too hard.
Richard felt his wife mentally tell their youngest offspring to slow down, and be more gentle. It was more an emotional message than a verbal one, but the tiny princess paused. She seemed to listen to her mother, then went back to the important task of feeding.
"They are more instinct at this age, Vonda," Richard told his wife.
"I know, but with this ability to commune between minds, we should be able to instruct her much earlier. Besides, I swear she bites on purpose!" Vonda said with a yelp, as the princess once more bit down on her mother's nipple.
Three hours later, the Dragon Rising achieved orbit around New Haven. This was the Emperor's first time back since he had left, two years ago. It was his family's first ever visit. The people of New Haven were ecstatic at having the royal family to visit them.
A reception was thrown for Richard and his family that evening. Everyone who could get in, showed up. The local news feeds showed constant streams of video of the empress and the children.
For hundreds of years, these people had only heard of the Empress, and the Emperor's oldest child. Now, for the first time, they were seeing the royal family together. Most importantly, they were seeing them 'in person', on New Haven.
Four men, and two women were gathered in a secure room, deep under the Terran Senate building on Earth. These were the most important movers and shakers in the Terran Federation.
"This room is sealed?" Harold Greenstreet, President of the Terran Federation asked.
"Yes. This room is now independent. Nothing can penetrate the shielding. 'Sweep' says the room is clear of all electronic devices," Vanessa Hollingsworth, Chief of Intelligence responded.
"Excellent. Has their been any success in trying to penetrate the Newcastle Empire's naval yards?"
"No. Since the Emperor came back from wherever he got those larger battlespheres of his; every spy we had in place, has been exposed, arrested, and/or deported. It's not just us, either. My contacts in other governments tell me they lost their spies, also," Vanessa responded sourly.
"How close are we to duplicating the new technology our admiral Gordon saw being used? I know we got excellent sensor readings of the battles those huge ships took part in," Eric Spitner, finance minister asked.
"We have been improving our gravity compensators somewhat. It's nothing like what the Empire can do, but it should give us an edge on everyone else. We still have no idea what those beams were that they used to take out the aliens.
"Nor do we have the remotest idea of how to even begin to copy the force fields that his ships showed. There is a whole list, pages long, of what we could use from their technological base, but we no longer have access," David Abernathy, Science minister responded in a wistful voice.
Harold Greenstreet rapped on the conference table.
"Enough of that. We have what we have, and we will make do with it. The Terran Federation is still the largest political body in known space. It is time to bring some of our recalcitrant children back into the fold," Harold said bitingly.
"Another side effect of the Empire's new technology, is that they are the brunt of much dissatisfaction and suspicion from neighboring governments. Those governments fear that the Empire will now annex them or conquer them," Vanessa replied.
"Well, that's something. With everyone watching the Empire so hard, they have mostly missed our continuing build up of war materials, and ships, and crews to man them," Nigel Rains, minister of the armed forces retorted.
"What is the media doing to divert attention from us, and onto other subjects," Harold asked his propaganda minister.
Paula Bickerson took a breath and said, "We have leaked several items to the I.N.S. (Interstellar News Service) about questionable actions taken by both the Empire and the Caliphate, during and after the war.
"We have also pointed them towards the rising prosperity that this bout of building is doing for us. Of course, what they don't know is WHY we are experiencing this prosperity, but it is being played for all it's worth," Paula said with a slight smile.
LTC Daniel Sharpton was inspecting his companies, one at a time. They were spread out over a twenty-kilometer line. It was this line, which was his battalion's responsibility to hold, during this exercise.
He was approaching C-o-C's area of responsibility. He was always impressed with the captain of this company. She was tricky, and always went that extra mile to accomplish her mission.
Captain Melinda Jackson was a short woman and very, very energetic. Daniel was always a bit amused, but understanding of her attitude. It was an attitude of a small person trying to make big tracks, in a world much larger than they were. She did it well, with a certain flair and class.
Daniel approached C companies toc (toc = tactical operations center). All units in the military from company level and up ran a toc, in the field). He returned Melinda's salute and asked for a SitRep (SitRep = a situation report).
"Sir, Company C has deployed to its assigned area of responsibility. In addition, we dug two fall-back positions, and have set hindering charges throughout the area," she said from the position of 'parade rest'.
"Relax, Melinda. Let's go look your line over, and then we'll check those positions," Daniel said, and off they went at a brisk walk.
Terran Federation Rear Admiral Peter Lindel was sitting on the battle bridge of the TFNS Aslan. It was a battleship and the flagship of Task Force TF 81. There were forty combat ships, 15 troop transports, and six giant Galaxymaster cargo ships in the task force.
For the past three weeks, they had been driving fast and hard into Caliphate space. The TF 75 had already accomplished its task, and was now acting as a guard on the worlds captured. TF 81 was doing something a little more dangerous. They had been pinching off a small triangle of Caliphate space, which contained two sides of a triangle. The third part of the triangle was going to be the planet Durbin, and it was in Empire space.
The last intelligence report, said that the people of Durbin were dissatisfied with the Empire. Now was an ideal time to feel them out with a display of power and a small invasion. It was the opinion of intelligence that the people of Durbin would put forth nothing more than a token show of resistance, if that.
So far, everything had worked out very well. No messages of help had gone out through the FTL systems, no ships had gotten past the pickets that were guarding the perimeter of the systems to be taken over. These three worlds were going to make up a core, from which the TF hoped to expand.
In orbit around Durbin, was something the TF was not expecting. Nor were they expecting the 6th infantry division to be firmly emplaced on the planet itself. Two Empire destroyers saw the incoming fleet, and sent a warning to the planet. They tried contacting the incoming ships, but received no reply.
They activated the two 'Mark 7 automated battle forts', which the Thor had dropped before its departure, bringing them on-line. Then they did something they were loath to do. They turned and ran. They also dropped four stealthy surveillance satellites.
"Damn," Admiral Lindel muttered as he saw the two destroyers fleeing. "There goes the secrecy of the task force."
There were also two 'battle forts' to deal with. He winced. The power and effectiveness of the Empire's Battle Forts was well known.
This was going to hurt more than just a bit.
Daniel had only been sleeping for three hours when he was awakened by the watch officer.
"Lieutenant, this had better be a life or death situation; or it is going to be your death, a slooow one," Daniel said, yawning himself awake.
"Yes, Sir. It is. There is a large force of Terran Federation ships approaching the planet. The two destroyers that were in orbit tried to contact them, but they came on in, silent. Assuming worst case, the destroyers activated the two battle forts. They sent an FTL message of invasion, and got the hell out," Lt. Kerry reported briskly.
Daniel was wide-awake by the time the Lt. was halfway through his report. He made his way to the toc, and was soon talking to the brigade commander.
"Daniel, your battalion and the 2nd, are the only ones out in the field, right now. There is a battle raging overhead. The Forts are doing their job, and are doing it well. But they're just automated gear. They're going to lose. I have seen the data feed.
"I want you to do a max combat load. Grab as much pre-positioned munitions as you can get in the next two hours, then have your battalion climb into a hole, and pull the damned hole in after you.
"Division is already alerted, and is trying to get moving. Their people were out of position, however, and it's a mess back here. You and the 2nd are it, in case this is an invasion. At least, until Division gets its act in gear.
"The units within Division that had been on ready alert, are already on the road. We are splitting them between you and the 2nd. Get ready to receive about two companies worth of platoons of various types, which will hit your lines in about an hour and a half. They are fully combat loaded, so you won't have to worry about that.
"Daniel, I can't impress on you enough the seriousness of this situation. You are hereby granted 'autonomous authority'. Make whatever independent moves necessary. Take the battle to the enemy when and as you see fit, if you don't here from me or from Division within the next twenty-four hours. Is this understood?" the voice of his brigade commander said over the secure radio.
"Understood, Sir. I'd better get a move on if it's as bad as you say," Daniel said.
"It's probably worse. Good luck and Godspeed. Brigade: out."
Daniel was busy for the next twenty minutes getting things moving. His headquarters was up, and he had vehicles moving to the ASP (ammunition supply point) for ammunition for his units.
He was surprised to discover that he was getting two platoons of armor. Tanks, to be exact! Two platoons of tanks were eight tanks. These were the Argent II tanks, as well! He made sure to grab extra basic loads for these babies. They represented something with a lot of punch and kick.
Admiral Lindel read the report again, with awe. Out of the original forty combat ships he had brought in-system, only sixteen were undamaged. Ten had been destroyed outright.
What was worse, was that the forts had fired a group of missiles around the planet on purely ballistic courses. These missiles had taken out two Galaxy Cargomaster ships, along with one fully combat loaded troop transport.
Then the two Imperial destroyers had returned, on a high speed flanking maneuver. They damaged three and destroyed two transports, before they escaped into hyper-drive.
First Lieutenant Jack Whittier, Imperial Special Forces, had gotten his team out well before the low yield tactical nuclear air bursts had taken out so much of the 6th division.
The three vehicles that made up the teams transportation were specially hardened and protected from anything short of a near miss/direct hit with a nuclear weapon, or a hit with an ion cannon.
This was one of the contingencies for which Jack and his team had been well trained. When the order came to scramble, SF-16 already had their PABS loaded in the three armored combat carryalls. They were lucky in that they had been preparing to go on an exercise the next day, as an aggressor force against units already in the field. (P.A.B.S = power assisted battle suits)
1Lt. Whittier had been closely monitoring the battle overhead via a stealth satellite's feed. When the last battle fort had been destroyed, he knew he would have only minutes. The invasion force would soon turn its attention to the military units leaving the city of Carone. His vehicles were well ahead of Division, and he meant to keep it that way... for now.
His vehicles were equipped with the Empires best and latest communications gear and defensive weaponry. They were incredibly heavy, being made of collapsed/condensed battle-armor steel. They were design intended for a team of fifteen to twenty Spec For personnel to be able to operate from them, for extended periods of time.
No one who was a PABS operator was without at least three years military experience, if they were enlisteds. Officers had to have at least one year of 'line officer' experience, at a minimum of Platoon Leader level-of-duty, prior to serving in a PABS unit. All of them had to have gone through Special Forces training schools, and had that special mentality required of all Special Forces troops.
"Sgt Cho?" Lt Whittier asked over the radio
"Sir?" came the response.
"I think bad things are going to happen. We need to go to ground, and get ready to weather fiery rain from the heavens above," LT Whittier said.
"Understood, Sir. I make it about six clicks to the ring of hills we have been running for. Ground after passing first range?" Sgt. Cho asked.
"Affirmative. They'll make a good deflector from any heavy blasts that might go off near here," the lieutenant said.
So it was, that SP-16 dropped from the ten-meter height at which they had been traveling, just after passing those first hills. This put a hill between each of themselves, and the city of Carone.
Just before grounding, the vehicles fired heavy spikes into the earth beneath them. These would help to stabilize the carryalls in case of extreme blast-winds. Each spike was attached to a special cable. When tension was placed on the cables, it caused the spikes to act as anchors for the carryalls.
"I am picking up an EMP burst, Lieutenant. Make that two EMP bursts," SSgt Billow said from his panel behind the pilot's cab.
"Well, that might explain the two nuclear air bursts I just saw on the feed from the satellite," the lieutenant said in response.
"I make us about fifteen klicks from the 1st Battalion, and about thirty klicks from the 2nd Battalion, Sir," Sgt. Morrison said in her soft drawl.
"Ok. I have vehicles pulling into both Battalion locations, at staggered intervals. Looks like some of the division managed to survive," the lieutenant told his crew.
"Well, this is just dandy. Don't they know they are being watched by everything that's up in orbit, right now? Are we really sure we want to place ourselves under the command of whoever is in charge over there?" Sgt Morrison asked sarcastically.
"Knock it off, Morrison. That Battalion Commander can't help it if stragglers are coming to his location. Hell, we had plans to come out here ourselves, remember?" SFC Carver said from the back of the crew compartment.
"Sorry. It just seems that people are pointing arrows saying, 'look, here is a safe zone'. Sort of goes against all my training," Sgt. Morrison finished in a soft voice.
The Terran Federation forces were finally down. Or what was left of them after the mauling they had been given up in space. LTG Phillip Brandon was pleased with his unit's response, but worried about the build up of surviving forces to the southeast of the city.
While the majority of his forces had come through the original battle, the loss of the cargo ships and troop transports had been enough to cause him to re-evaluate his situation. It had slowed his timetable considerably.
Then that god awful rail gun had opened up on the orbiting ships, just a couple days after they had swept the space around Durbin clean of all enemy and local traffic. It had taken out two more troop transports, another cargo ship, and damaged extensively the battleship and a cruiser before it had been targeted and destroyed. Investigation showed it had been remotely operated, so they hadn't even touched its crew.
That had also made it clear that there was one of those damned Imperial stealth satellites up there somewhere, feeding someone on the ground up to the second information.
The navy said they were sweeping for the satellite, but the general was not holding his breath. The navy could be sitting right next to the damned thing, and never know it! That was how good Imperial technology was.
Out of his entire 4th corps all he had left, basically, was a reinforced division. This planet, which had been advertised as a cakewalk, had turned into a hellish nightmare. The people of Durbin were NOT receptive to the idea of the TF occupying their world.
It didn't take LTG Brandon long to get his troops organized and moving, but on a slightly altered 'map'. A corps normally had three divisions contained within it. Not so, any longer. All LTG Brandon had left, was the 12th infantry division, with the remnants of the 16th and 8th divisions. All of them combined together, added up to little over a brigade-sized element.
LTG Brandon had considered holding the 16th as a replacement source for losses to the 12th, but early intelligence said that it was possible at least a battalion sized element had managed to survive the nuclear air bursts, that had taken out so much of the Empire's 6th Division.
It turned out there was more, much more than a battalion, out to the southeast. Brandon had sent out a brigade of his mechanized infantry to capture or destroy the remnants of the enemy division, only to have his brigade badly mauled, forcing a retreat.
Air cover was impossible, as something kept shooting down his recon drones, and his few fighters. After that battle, LTG Brandon had supplemented the loss of the brigade that had gotten torn up, with the remnants of the 8th, bringing his one remaining division back up to strength.
While suggestions had been made to the admiral in orbit, that it might be beneficial to use tactical nukes to clear out the remnants of the enemy, the admiral had forbidden it. He was already in trouble for contaminating with radiation, some of the growing fields of the plant that made this world so valuable. Initial estimates were at twenty million credits lost to contamination, already. This was not to mention the shortage of the longevity drug that this operation was going to cause. All that was in addition to the anger caused to the local populace.
LTG Brandon sighed. Politics was ever the soldier's enemy. Civilian authorities just did not understand the need for certain actions. Or, what was worse, they did understand; but refused to let the military do what was needed to win, anyway.
LTG Brandon went back to his reports and scowled. For the past several weeks, since the grounding and deployment of his forces, his remaining forces were being picked off. There was a growing profusion of hit and run attacks, and sniper fire. It was turning into a war of attrition, and he was thinking he was going to lose.
Sick call showed an unbelievable increase over the normal daily usual. An increase of twenty-two percent. Soldiers had actually hurt themselves deliberately in order to rotate away from front line emplacements.
Emperor Richard Newcastle was angry. His intelligence people had assured him that while the Terran Federation might still be building up, they would not do anything. The past hundred years had shown them to be cautious about doing anything remotely considered expansionist.
He fired his intelligence chief (or he would, when he got back to Newcastle). The TF had invaded Imperial space, in particular, the planet Durbin. He winced when he heard that. Durbin had already been pissed about what had happened during the alien invasion. Now this!
Damn it! He had committed a large part of his fleet to augmenting allies, and another part of his fleet was still making sure that the aliens who had invaded a couple years ago didn't have more than a lifeboat available for space travel. He was stretched thin.
He had hated to end his trip to New Haven prematurely, but he definitely had to get back. Richard prowled the battle bridge of the Rising Dragon, mentally willing the ship to go faster.
[You realize that if you had kept to your training schedule, you would be able to teleport up to five light years by now?] his symbiot asked.
<Not now! I'm not in the mood for recriminations, > Richard answered silently. <Besides, five light years wouldn't help much.>
[Very well. The symbionts that were emplaced within your wife and son are doing well, and are making the necessary connections, ] his symbiot said.
Richard smiled. That had gone very well indeed. The recovery time for his wife from that procedure had been just a couple hours. For his son, it had taken a few hours longer. The doctors had told him not to worry, as the symbiont was being extra careful with the child.
Three days later, the Emperor was having a staff meeting with his cabinet. The news was not good. All borders that the Empire and its allies had with the Terran Federation, noticed a dramatic reinforcement of ships on the Terran side.
This forced the Emperor to leave the ships that were already reinforcing his allies in place. This, in turn, caused the Emperor to have to rely on older ships to try to retake Durbin. Unfortunately, The Caliphate was screaming that the TF had invaded them, and help was needed in order to retake two of their worlds. No one was coming to the aid of the Empire.
LTC Daniel Sharpton, LTC Frank Tillman, 1LT Jack Whittier, and Captain Isador Lamphy, were meeting in the underground bunker in 1st Battalion's defensive position. Captain Lamphy represented all the remaining field artillery from the 6th infantry division.
"Captain Lamphy, is it possible for you to use your portable rail gun to take out supply vessels that are in orbit?" LTC Sharpton asked.
"Of course, Sir," he said. "The problem is, my mobile unit is not as powerful as the larger permanent emplacement that the enemy took out. My ammunition for the mobile gun is lighter, also. Therefore, more shots would be needed to destroy a vessel of the size of... say... a Galaxymaster cargo ship. I could definitely get some shots off, and do some damage, though. There is not much that can fend off a round from a rail gun," the captain said proudly.
"But that opens them up to return fire. They could only fire three or four shots before the enemy would have them targeted," Lt. Whittier said thoughtfully.
"Yes, that is correct. I would have to shoot and scoot, or face certain destruction of the field piece, plus the crew being killed. I would prefer not to sacrifice my men uselessly," the captain responded.
They discussed the remaining artillery pieces, which were the one mobile rail gun, two 155 howitzers, and two 400cm Ion cannons. All were self-propelled, but necessarily lacked heavy armor. A poor showing for what the division once had in artillery. Both Frank and Daniel were happy to have the few pieces that had survived.
It was while they were trying to iron out a plan that allowed the captain to fire a few rounds at the orbiting ships, that the camp went on alert. The satellite had noted a large element of the enemy pulling out. It was headed south, towards the 1st Bn.'s position.
"Damn! I was afraid they were going to get their heads out of their asses, eventually. I wonder what's changed, to make them want to try a frontal assault again, since we really kicked their asses last time," LTC Sharpton asked musingly.
"Missile alert! Incoming cruise missiles! I count forty! I say again! Forty missiles are inbound," said the voice over the bunker's intercom system.
"Well, that would definitely shed a light on why they decided now would be a good time to attack. They have received missile support," Daniel said as he scrambled into his gear.
Captain Mathew Braxton was proud of his command. After serving as executive officer aboard the Battlesphere Rising Dragon, he had been promoted to the rank of captain, and given command of the cruiser, HMS Lion.
True, it was an older ship, but it had a long and proud history. Currently they were in the Devlin naval/civilian shipyards getting upgrades to the fire control systems, and having a new weapon installed.
To install this weapon, meant cutting into the hull, running a new power conduit for the weapon system, rerouting existing power runs and plumbing; and a whole host of other things which had given him as captain, and the yard workers, 'killer' headaches.
The Devlin naval yards were located in low orbit around the planet Devlin. Devlin had been an Imperial planet almost from the start of the Newcastle Empire. It was just outside what was known as the core planets of the empire, but was still deep within Imperial space.
Devlin was a prosperous and very populated planet with almost a billion and a half people. They had a large space industry, and huge orbital warehouses for transshipping freight, as well as a reputation for the civilian portion of their shipyards. They were a major hub in galactic shipping, for cargo as well as passenger ship construction.
Mathew was enjoying himself, planet-side. He was letting the crew rotate on planet-side leave, one-third at a time. They still had at least two weeks in the yards before all modifications were complete, and they tested the newly installed weapons and systems.
He had elected to go on his leave rotation with the last one third of the crew. Each crewmember had one-week's shore leave. He was on his fourth day of leave, and was having a good time. He left the leave schedule for the two companies of marines aboard his ship, to their commander.
He was relaxing on a beach, only an hour away from Port Devlin. He was enjoying the sound of the waves rolling onto the shore, and the smell of the sea air. The 'scenery' that was walking and playing on the beach and in the water was a welcome bonus.
While no one was nude at the beach (everyone, men and women, wore something to cover their genitals); everyone, most particularly the woman, seemed not to wear anything north of the waist.
Mathew had just gotten out of the water and was toweling off, when his implant went active.
"Captain? We have received an emergency recall. Port Admiral Sanford is ordering cancellation of all shore leave, and would like to see you in his office, soonest," the voice of his XO said over the implant.
Mathew frowned and sub vocalized, "What's the problem? I am about an hour away from Port Devlin."
"Classified, right now, Sir. I will send the gig for you. Stay put, I have your coordinates, and we are already talking to air traffic control. Admiral wants you here, soonest," his XO told him.
Mathew threw on his street clothes over his suit, then walked to a fairly uncrowded portion of the beach, and waited. Fifteen minutes later, the gig landed on the beach a short distance away. An access hatch popped open, and Mathew made his way towards the gig.
As he got close to the gig, he could feel the heat that was radiating from the hull. They must have come in faster than he had first thought they would! He was also gratified at the commotion he had caused. Not many people had the clout to violate local air traffic ordnances, and have a space capable vehicle come and pick them up off of a public beach!
He entered and buckled into a couch.
"What's going on?" Mathew asked the pilot.
"Don't know much, Sir. Just that the Port Admiral has canceled all leaves, and wants all officers of the rank of captain and above in his office, soonest," the pilot answered.
Damn! He did not have his uniform handy. It was in his hotel room.
"Do I have time to swing by the ship for a uniform?" Mathew asked.
"No, Sir. I was ordered to take you straight to the command center for the military naval yards," the pilot replied.
Thirty minutes later, Mathew was walking into the outer office of Admiral Sanford. He gave his name to the rating on duty at the desk.
"Yes, Sir. The admiral is expecting you. Go right in," he was told.
"'Bout time you got back from your vacation, Mat," Admiral Sanford said.
"Yes, Sir. Must be important if I couldn't even go back to my hotel and pick up my bag, or stop at my ship to change," Mathew said.
"It is. The Terran Federation has gone crazy, and invaded us. Well, us and the Caliphate, so far," the Admiral said grimly.
Daniel Sharpton was looking over the damage and casualty report from the missile attack. His Special Forces, and the Argent tanks had taken out a lot of the incoming missiles, but not all of them.
Sixty-two people had died, and another eighteen had been wounded. A missile had gotten lucky and had blown up almost on top of a bunker. It had one hundred people inside. People who were in it for 'protection'
The battalion was now manning their positions, and was waiting for the force that was coming to get into weapons range. It was going to be grim. The enemy had halted their advance, and was massing a few kilometers out of range of all his battalions' weapons with the exception of the artillery and the tanks.
The 2nd Bn. Was moving into position to support, but would take some time getting there. Daniel moved out to his perimeter units, and made sure everyone had enough ammo. His company, HHC, was reinforced by 5 Special Forces personnel from SF-16, and one armored combat carryall. The rest of 16 was on its way to do nasty things to the enemy's rear.
His Bn. was well dug in, and if the enemy wanted him out, they were going to have to dig him out! Daniel started making his way back to his toc, when all hell started breaking loose!
The enemy started with an artillery barrage, and was attacking on a large front. Daniel had placed his own company on the hillside, above A Co. While hilltops were generally a target for artillery, the enemy seemed intent on trying to take out the positions of his infantry units.
Daniel finished getting to his bunker on the double, and looked at satellite imagery. He saw the enemy artillery positions, and called his captain of artillery.
"Captain, are you seeing the enemy artillery locations?" he asked.
"Affirmative, Sir. They are lined up real pretty. Want me to show them why they should not deploy in that type of manner?" the captain asked.
"Go for it, but don't get yourself or your men killed. Shoot a few rounds, and get out, reposition, and do it again," Daniel told him.
"On it, Sir," the artilleryman said.
While this was going on, the tanks, which had been dug in, moved to better positions, and started picking off enemy vehicles. Their ion cannon main gun made short work of anything that they touched. This went on for about thirty minutes. Finally the enemy barrage stopped, partly due to the fact that his own artillery had taken out several enemy pieces.
Daniel could hear the first crack of the energy rifles his battalion used. They had good range, and he had made sure extra power cells had been liberally distributed to his soldiers. At a three-kilometer line-of-sight range, they were deadly.
Admiral Lindel was observing the fiasco that was going on dirt side. He watched what was supposed to be a well-orchestrated attack to dislodge the enemy, dissolve into a bloodbath for the Terran forces.
While the TF army had two brigades attacking with a frontal assault, the enemy had somehow gotten at least a battalion-sized element into position to rake the TF force's left flank.
He had watched as the TF forces started retreating, then broke and ran. Satellite imaging caught everything. He was going to have to relieve his ground commander.
"Sir, I have hyper tracks entering the system sir, coming from deep Imperial space," Admiral Lindel heard.
He snapped around alertly. "Signal the task force to battle stations," he said calmly.
He listened as the battleship's captain, Mike Barrows, briskly brought his ship to battle stations, and shortly turned to the admiral saying all stations reported as ready.
"Very good, Mike. As soon as the rest of the task force gets its act together, I want an intercept course laid in. Do we have solid numbers on the enemy, yet?" Admiral Lindel asked.
"We have tentatively identified one Imperial cruiser, and two destroyers. There is another ship, but we are unable to get positive reading at this distance," the sensor officer replied.
"Very well, Captain. Let's get the show on the road. Signal the task force with the pertinent course and speed," the admiral said. He then sat back and did what admirals had done for thousands of years: he left the fighting to his Captains.
"Sir. I have fourteen ships breaking orbit and coming out on a reciprocal course. I make it one TF battleship, two heavy cruisers, five cruisers, and six destroyers," his sensor officer said.
"Understood. Tell the cruiser and the two destroyer skippers I want attack plan 'A-zero-three," Mathew Braxton said.
Communications got on the secure set, and relayed the instructions. The Cruisers Lion, and Marlon, and two destroyers, Waldon, and Paskal, moved into the proper formation to implement attack plan A-zero-three.
Mathew Braxton had been given overall command of this attack squadron because as Admiral Sanford had said, "We don't have anyone else. You're it."
"I want the battleship, the two heavy cruisers, and two cruisers targeted with the pods. I want the first broadside split between the remaining cruisers and..." Mathew went on briskly, outlining the firing orders and the targets.
Everything that could be done, had been done. The two forces rushed through space at each other. This was the hard part, the waiting. Mathew, or Mat to his friends and seniors, sat quietly in his command chair, drinking a cup of coffee. Everyone was wearing the emergency suits that would protect them in case the bridge became airless.
"Two minutes to missile range, Sir," the weapons officer said.
"All right! Let's get squared away! Take a last drink, or a last bite of whatever you have, and let's clear the Durbin sky of Terran forces," Mathew said.
Five hundred missiles launched almost as one from the external pods of the Imperial ships. This was followed by a broadside ten seconds later from the four ships, of fifty-two more missiles. Twenty seconds later, another fifty-two missiles flew towards the enemy.
The enemy had not been sitting by just watching. They, too, fired broadside after broadside. They, too, had missile pods... but those had been used in the original taking of Durbin, and re-arming them had not been possible, as there was no Terran 'Naval Mobile Shipyard' available.
There was the moment as the two side's missiles passed each other, then counter missiles, which had been fired by both sides, started taking out incoming enemy missiles. Shortly, the Lion's anti-missile laser clusters were firing at the missiles that the anti-missiles had missed.
"Hit on the enemy! Multiple hits, Sir," the sensor officer said.
Mathew looked at the main tank, but it was a mass of confusion. His ship bucked.
"Hit on aft section, frame 121. Missile tubes 10, 19, 20, and anti missile lasers 14 through17 damaged and off line. Seventeen injured two dead, damage control parties en route," Mathew heard.
He nodded, and kept watching the main screen.
"More hits on the enemy, Sir. Three ships destroyed, and three more severely damaged. Enemy is changing course, Sir," his tactical officer said.
"What ships have been destroyed?"
"Sir, the enemy battleship is destroyed, as are the two heavy cruisers, and... status change! Two more enemy ships have been destroyed. Sir, they have altered course and will be out of missile range in about 7 minutes," the tactical officer said.
"Sir, the Paskal has just been destroyed with all hands. The Waldon reports minor damage. The Marlon reports taking two hits. One near miss with a tactical nuclear weapon has caused EMP outages in their systems. They are trying to re-establish control, now. They have severe structural damage, and radiation contamination to tubes 5, 6, 7, 15, 16, 17. They have lost sensors on the starboard side of the vessel," the tactical officer recited.
"Finish your report on enemy ship status please," Mathew said firmly.
"The battleship, two heavy cruisers, two cruisers, and one destroyer have been destroyed. Most of the remaining ships have taken some form of damage, Sir," the tactical officer replied.
"Enemy will be out of missile range in three minutes, Sir. Orders?" the weapons officer asked.
"Make your course for the planet Durbin. It is time to let the people down there know that the Empire has come calling, and will stand by them. Also, send an FTL flash message to the missile colliers. Send another FTL flash to Admiral Sanford. Send 'Mission accomplished'. I want the colliers to rearm us as soon as possible. Tell damage control I want my missile tubes back on line, soonest," Mathew said.
Edited by TeNderLoin