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The Unification Chronicles:
Inquisition
Volume 5
by Jeff Kirvin
Solo Media www.solomedia.org
Copyright ©2005 by Jeff Kirvin
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The Story So Far:
Humanity s first interstellar ship, the Envoy, has been destroyed
following a disastrous first contact with a theropod-like alien
species. Major Jack Killian and
Lieutenant Robyn O Reilly of the Terran Republic Marines were able
to return to Earth and save nearly half the colonists, but the mission was
a devastating failure and a massive setback in the 200-year old program to
relocate some of Earth s twenty billion humans. Someone is going to have to
answer for that.
***
Right this way, Major.
It was the first time Jack had ever been subjected to a formal inquest, and
he wasn t sure what to expect. Even after Mars, there d been nothing like
this. They d barely given him time to change into his dark brown dress
uniform after landing before they ushered him into an elegant
courtroom. He was told to stand behind a podium facing a long table with four
seats, then he was left alone.
The far door opened and a sergeant came through. The man snapped to attention
and then shouted, Marine! Ten hut!
Jack stood at attention, moving only his eyes as the members of
the panel that would question him walked into the room and took their
seats.
The first was James Staten, the President of the Terran Republic. Staten was a
tall man with an almost regal bearing. Jack had worked closely with him on
Mars and thought well of him.
The man was a civilian, but he was strong. He had handled himself
well on Mars and had fought to get Jack on board the
Envoy
. Jack took his presence as a good sign.
The next person through the door was Elaine Takemura, the
president s science advisor.
Takemura was a genius, generally regarded as the next Hawking or Singh. She
was dressed in a severely tailored black suit, and moved almost like a
bird, with quick, precise motions, uncomfortably reminding Jack of the
Saurians.
Behind Takemura was Thomas Gosnell, the president s political advisor. Jack
had met him before and didn t like the man. He may have been a political
genius that got his boss reelected after Mars, but Jack still thought of him
as a toad. The man was short and fat, and despite his obvious wealth wore an
ill-fitting brown suit. Jack tried to shake off his feelings. He wasn t the
first soldier that disliked politicians.
Last into the room was General Orlando Cheung, the Chairman of the Joint
Chiefs of Staff.
As all four took their seats, General Cheung said, At ease, Major.
Jack relaxed his stance just a bit, falling into parade rest. He clasped his
hands behind his back and waited.
President Staten took out a small pair of reading glasses, an archaic
affectation that voters seemed to like. It had always bugged Jack. Staten
consulted a slate on the desk in front of him, bringing up some text. Jack,
good to see you again, he said, looking up from his notes.
You too, sir.
Let s not beat around the bush, Jack, Staten said. Somebody fucked up out
there.
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Yes sir.
I ve read your report, the president continued, referring to the
brief notes Jack had managed to compile on the way down to Earth from
Envoy
s tunnel point just inside Luna s orbit. It doesn t paint a glowing
picture of Captain Chenzokov.
No sir, it doesn t.
Gosnell looked increasingly irritated in his seat. Staten seemed aware of it,
but content not to acknowledge him just yet.
But in point of fact, Staten said, we have managed to confirm
very little of what you report. Chenzokov never sent us any word of aliens
and none of the colonists we ve talked to so far ever saw one. We re going to
need a little more to go on, Jack. The
Envoy was the work of two hundred years, the pinnacle of human
achievement. Now it s a ball of scrap metal. The public is going to
want some answers.
It s all in my report, sir. We set down on New Eden, started scouting colony
sites. At our first location, we observed an intelligent, technological
alien race with dinosaur-like characteristics. I informed Captain
Chenzokov, and he decided to make first contact on his own and
against my advice. The aliens reacted badly and we had to bug out.
General Cheung leaned forward. Reacted badly, Major?
It was weird, sir. The Saurians were cautious, but not overtly
threatening as we approached. They had their weapons pointed to the
sky rather than trained on our vehicle, even though the big mechs could
have taken us out without waiting for us to make a move.
They were quiet, just waiting. It wasn t until Captain Chenzokov
rounded the back of the vehicle and came into view that they reacted.
And for the record, what was that reaction, Major?
They went apeshit, sir. They fired on us immediately, screaming and
hooting like it was the end of the world.
Elaine Takemura spoke up. I m not sure we can make any
suppositions from their vocalizations, Major, without knowing what their
language is like. What seemed like screaming to you may have been little more
than tactical direction. I am interested in the timing, however.
You say they didn t open fire until they actually saw Chenzokov?
That s correct, ma am.
Did Captain Chenzokov do anything they might have found threatening?
Not that I could see, ma am.
Interesting. So you would say that the reaction they expressed towards our
technology was radically different from the way they reacted to seeing us in
the flesh?
That was my observation, ma am.
Major, said General Cheung, tell me more about what happened once you
returned to the
Envoy
. What did you observe about the alien vessels?
Dangerous, sir. I couldn t judge their size very well, but they were big.
They seemed use the same tunnel effect we use, and also used it to
incorporate a mass driver.
Cheung nodded. And their first shot missed you?
Yes, sir. I guessed from the sudden gravity spike what they were doing. It
occurred to me that if I could put the gravity field of the
Envoy between us, it might alter the trajectory of the asteroid.
Excellent call, Major. That seems to have made the difference in
making it home, said
General Cheung.
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Thank you, sir.
Major Killian, said Takemura, how long did it take to execute the tunnel?
Jack had to think about that. Less than a minute, if I recall, ma am.
And the aliens were both watching you the entire time?
Presumably, ma am.
And you tunneled straight to Earth, is that correct?
Where s she going with this
? Jack wondered. Yes, ma am.
Takemura turned to Staten. Mister President, there might be a
problem. If the aliens thought to observe and measure the direction
and intensity of our tunnel, they might have been able to determine
where it terminated.
So the aliens might know our location? said Staten.
They would not know it s our home system, but they might want to
check it out eventually.
Gosnell snorted again. The president sat back, nodding to him.
Gosnell leaned forward, his jowly flesh lapping over his collar. Major
Killian, you didn t get along very well with Captain Chenzokov, did you?
Jack s eyes narrowed. What did that have to do with the Saurians?
No, I did not. But I
don t see
In fact, Gosnell interrupted, we have numerous accounts from
technicians, colonists, even your own troops that you argued frequently with
the captain. Is that correct?
We had differences of opinion, and we voiced them. Sir.
Differences of opinion. Gosnell sat back in his chair, the wood
creaking. You were actually against the Envoy Project from the beginning,
weren t you, Major?
I support the initiatives of the Terran Republic, Mister Gosnell.
Well, that s good to know. Because you see, I was worried about that. I seem
to remember you having gone on record as saying that, what was it? He tapped
his finger a few times on the slate in front of him, summoning up the
quotation he was looking for. Ah, here it is. You
said, and I quote, Colony domes can still work. Using
Envoy to search for habitable planets is a mistake. End quote. That sounds to
me like you were opposed to the Envoy Project.
Jack took a deep breath. No sir, not at all.
But in your own words
I was against limiting our search to worlds that had no need of terraforming.
I felt it was slow and inefficient.
I ll thank you not to interrupt me, Major.
You were against the
Envoy
, but somehow you convinced us all to let you on board. We knew you were
dangerous after you nearly got the president killed on Mars, and still we gave
you a second chance.
And now, you d have us believe that you just happened to fail
again
, even more spectacularly, and you just happened to be one of the few
survivors despite being at the heart of the conflict and you just happened to
make it home while the man you despised and the project you opposed are both
dead?
It took all of Jack s self control not to leap over the podium
and kill Thomas Gosnell. It would be so easy, so satisfying, to
snap the man s corpulent neck. But instead he centered himself and
looked to the president.
Staten was focused on his slate. Jack didn t know what he could possibly
be reading, but the president seemed oblivious to the proceedings.
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Major Killian? Is that what we are to believe? Gosnell asked.
No, sir, Jack said. I stand by my report.
Your report, Gosnell repeated. You mean this fiction about aliens and
starships? Please, Major. Don t insult us by making us discuss this further.
It s not fiction, sir.
Gosnell sneered, making his face even less pleasing. Then why did
Captain Chenzokov never communicate any of this to us? Why is this the first
we ve heard of it? Doesn t it stand to reason that a man about to make first
contact with an alien race would have called home for advice?
Jack wondered if Gosnell had ever met Chenzokov. It would, sir. But
I m not surprised
Chenzokov never did. He had a flair for the dramatic, and I m sure he wanted
to wait until he could claim the glory for himself.
Gosnell shook his head. Not very sporting, is it, Major, to speak ill of
the dead? Captain
Chenzokov isn t here to defend himself.
Finally Gosnell stood. But that s the point, isn t it, Major. The dead tell
no tales, right? So when you and your Marines tried a military coup and it
went bad, you had to make sure there were no witnesses.
So that s what this is about
, Jack thought.
Gosnell wants to set me up as the fall guy
. There
was no coup, Mister Gosnell. As much as I may have wanted to
remove Chenzokov from power, I did my job as a Marine and as
Envoy
s head of security.
Gosnell snorted. Don t try to hide behind the flag. We all know what happened
out there.
There was no coup
. I was there. You were not.
I know you were, Major. And I
And with all due respect, sir
, Jack continued. Humanity has a new enemy. The Saurians are out there,
they might be able to find their way here, and I think we all
have more important things to do than cover our political asses while trying
to throw some Marines under the bus.
I warned you not to interrupt me, Major. Gosnell addressed the rest of the
panel. I move that Major Killian be placed under arrest, on charges of
murder, attempted murder, mutiny and treason. This man has scuttled
decades of work, wasted trillions of dollars and is responsible for
the deaths of hundreds of good men and women that only wanted to serve the
Terran Republic.
President Staten said nothing for a long moment. Gosnell turned to
him, breathing hard from the exertion.
The president looked up from his slate. I m sorry, Jack, but charges have
been made. We have to see this through. MPs, take Major Killian into
custody, bearing validation of the charges against him.
***
Commander Amanda Vogel was having a rough day.
The
TRS Hyperion was cruising through the asteroid belt, ten days out of Io
Station. They were looking for a pirate vessel that had been hijacking ore
shipments back to Mars. The belt had been a haven for ore pirates for
generations, but Amanda was proud to say that there had been a noticeable
decline since the
Hyperion was dispatched to roust them out.
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This one was tough, though.
Hyperion was a frigate, predating the tunnel drive or even rotational
gravity. The old boat was sturdy enough, but she lacked the sensor packages on
the newer boats. Amanda had to get a lot closer to her prey to see them than
the distance at which some of the newer, wealthier pirates could see her.
This one was cagey. They d had just a few contacts over the past
few days, but nothing solid. Just when she thought they had something, it
vanished into mist.
She pounded her fist against the armrest of her command couch, forcing her
torso against the harness in the microgravity. Then she made herself relax,
shaking her head and feeling the short russet hair sway a bit next to her
head.
Have to get that cut soon, too
, she thought.
Conn, Radar! shouted Petty Officer Beaumont, her ECO. Contact,
bearing two seven three, mark three four up plane.
Wow
, Amanda thought.
How d we miss that
? The directional bearing the ECO had given
was almost directly left of the
Hyperion
, and a bit above them, 34 degrees above the plane of the solar system.
Roger, Radar. What do we have, Mister Beaumont?
It looks like our boy, ma am. Hard to say for sure, but it s the
right size and shape and doesn t move like a rock.
Excellent. Helm, prepare to come about. We re not losing him again.
Patrolling the belt wasn t as glamorous as people back home thought
it was, Amanda knew. It wasn t like the vids. The rocks were scattered
hundreds of miles from each other even at their densest, usually hundreds of
thousands of miles away.
Hyperion didn t have to dodge anything, but it was a challenge to pick
the enemy spacecraft out of the radar clutter. It wasn t all that difficult
for a canny pirate to make his metal boat look like just another iron rock.
Helm, aye, ma am.
This is more like it
, Amanda thought.
Now we ve got the bas
Commander, incoming message, Gold channel, said Ensign Perez, her
communications officer.
Not now, not now, Amanda said. Helm, all ahead full. Let s get em.
Aye, ma am.
Amanda felt the change in inertia push her back into her seat. The
Hyperion had kicked in her fusion engines and they were accelerating at full
speed.
Conn, Radar! shouted Beaumont. Contact is rabbiting!
The pirate yacht had stopped pretending to be a rock and was fleeing.
This was the part
Amanda loved the most. The chase. Running down the bad guys. And if the son of
a bitch had a hold full of ore, he wouldn t be able to accelerate or turn as
fast as the
Hyperion
. It would all be over soon.
Conn, Radar! Target is accelerating. He s getting away, ma am.
Or not
, Amanda thought. Why wasn t this ever easy?
Amanda brought up her tactical display and looked at the field of
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battle. There was precious little to work with, only a few asteroids
remotely close to her or the enemy. But she saw something.
Helm, adjust course, one two degrees to port.
That will take us off his tail, ma am.
I know, just do it.
Aye, ma am.
Amanda turned to Ensign Wilcox at Weapons Control. Weapons, I want
two firing solutions, and I need them now. Feeding the data to your
station. Amanda touched her intended targets on her console and sent
the data to the weapons station. She saw Wilcox s bushy eyebrows go
up, but he got to work.
Weapons, you may fire when ready.
Aye, ma am, Wilcox said, already feeding the coordinates to the missiles.
Fire in the hole, Wilcox said as he launched two missiles, in
different directions and at different speeds.
Captain, Ensign Perez said. This Gold Channel call doesn t want to wait.
Well they re going to have to, Amanda said. I m busy at the
moment. Helm, reduce speed 10% and hold this course.
Aye, ma am.
Amanda watched her tactical console. The first missile was on the
tail of the pirate, and getting closer. It wouldn t hit him, she was sure,
but he d be preoccupied trying to shake it.
The second missile detonated right on time. It exploded in empty space, but
the force of the explosion altered the orbit of a largish chuck of nickel,
sending it directly at the pirate ship.
Pay attention, now
, Amanda thought to the pirate.
I m depending on you to be smarter than the average thug
.
Conn, Radar! Target is altering course, said Beaumont. He thought for a
second, and then said in a quieter voice, He s headed on an intersect course
with our current heading. Time to target, two minutes.
That should even the odds a bit
, Amanda thought. She didn t think the pirate would be dumb enough to
hold that course, but by the time he was done dodging asteroids and missiles
he would have brought himself much closer to the
Hyperion
.
Captain, new orders, said Ensign Perez. We are to come about immediately
and return to Io Station.
Amanda twisted in her seat to look at Perez. What?
The ensign looked about twelve years old. He wasn t much out of the
academy to begin with, and no one on her boat wanted to annoy the Captain.
The orders come from the JCOS, ma am.
What in the bloody hell is this about
? Amanda wondered. It can t wait? We have him.
The poor ensign shrank into his seat. The orders state we are to return with
all due haste, ma am. Someone s in a hurry.
Gott Verdammt Stück Scheiße, Amanda said. She had grown up in New Berlin and
she always seemed to return to her mother tongue when she was mad. Helm,
come about, new course. Return to Io Station. Best speed.
She felt the ship turn again until it had almost reversed direction, then kick
in the engines again. She looked at the fading report on the radar
screen and cursed. Someone had royally fucked up her day, and they d pay
for that.
***
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Hey, boss.
Jack looked up from this bunk and saw Robyn standing at the bars of his cell.
He stretched and stood up. Lieutenant.
Robyn leaned against the bars. What s the story?
Jack looked up and down the central corridor of the brig. There
was a guard about ten meters down, watching both of them with disinterest.
I got railroaded, Robyn. Gosnell saw an opportunity to make me the goat for
losing
Envoy and he took it.
Robyn nodded. I thought so. I ve been through questioning three
times in the last two days. They keep asking about a coup. It s taken this
long for me to sweet talk my way down here.
What s the official story topside? Jack asked.
She shrugged. Not much of one. So far the general public doesn t
even know
Envoy returned. We ve all been sworn to secrecy. I think somebody is running
scared.
An image of Gosnell s fat form flashed into Jack s mind. After Mars, I don t
think they can afford more bad press. And having me involved each time gives
them an excuse.
So what are you going to do?
***
I won t stand for this, Thomas.
James Staten sat in his office overlooking the mountains outside the Terran
Republic capitol of Geneva. While Jack Killian was only a few blocks
away and many stories down Staten was starting to wonder if he d be able to
free the Marine.
Mister President, you don t have a choice, said Thomas Gosnell, sprawled
across an easy chair on the other side of the desk as if he owned the place.
Staten thought about that. Maybe
Gosnell did have more right to the room than he did.
It wasn t easy running a global government. To this day, Staten didn t
know how Daniel
Cho had done it. But the result was that the president had very little
power to actually make decisions. Mostly, his hands were tied by political
arrangements, markers and favors held and given. And while Staten did a good
job of looking the part of a strong leader, he couldn t have done the job
without Gosnell, who knew who owed what to whom.
This dropped into our laps, Jim, Gosnell continued, his Australian accent
more noticeable away from the cameras. When the voters hear about what
happened to
Envoy
, they re going to demand that someone pay for that. The goal of getting
people off this rock has been the only thing holding our government
together for two centuries. The public faith in that goal was
shaken after Mars.
Don t remind me.
I have to, Jim, because you don t seem to get it. A lot of people connect
Mars to you. Right or wrong, fair or unfair, that s the way neural
pathways work. They think Mars, they think you, they think disaster
and no leaving Earth. We were able to get you re-elected on the
promise that you d make good on the other half of Cho s plan. If we
couldn t colonize Mars, we d leave the solar system entirely.
Do you think they ll forgive you if you botch that, too?
I had nothing to do with what happened out there and you know it!
Gosnell got up and started to pace. I know that and you know that. But the
people & The people want accountability. They want a leader.
Now both of us know they re not going to get what they want, but
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they have to either think they re getting it or they have to have someone
to blame. They can blame you, or they can blame your pet jarhead.
Both of you were on Mars when it blew, and both of you are
connected, at least in the minds of the public, with
Envoy
.
Gosnell stopped and leaned on Staten s desk. I know it s not what you want,
Jim. I know you feel like you owe this guy. But we have to look at the
political realities here. It s you or him, and thank God we have him in the
first place or it d just be you.
Look at it this way. He s a soldier, and you re sacrificing him for the
greater good. You can do more good for the people of the Terran Republic as
President than he can as a Marine. So you sacrifice him. In a courtroom, on
the battlefield, what s the difference?
Staten sat back in his chair and stared out over the mountains.
***
Amanda jumped out of the shuttle that brought her over from the
Hyperion and found
Jeremy waiting for her. We had him, Jeremy. She stepped around him. They
were alone in the dark, dingy metal of the shuttle bay. Jeremy matched her
step, again barring her way out.
Commander Jeremy Weaver was the senior officer of Io Station. He
was also Amanda s lover. Neither mattered to her all that much right now,
and all she saw was that he was in her way. Amanda, you re going to want to
calm down.
She stopped. Calm? You want me to be calm? We fucking had him. I ve
been after this prick for months and we had him before some VIP jackass
changed our orders.
Jeremy smiled in that smug, irritating way he had. Nothing ever seemed to
upset him. I m to escort you to meet General Cheung. And just for a change,
Jeremy said as he ushered her through the door, try not biting his head
off.
***
Commander Vogel, so good to see you at last, General Cheung said. Please,
come in and sit down.
Amanda was standing at attention at the door to the guest quarters to which
Cheung had been assigned. The room was the nicest accommodations Io Station
had, but it still amounted to little more than metal walls, a cot and a desk.
Commander?
Amanda walked into the room and the door shut behind her, two MPs on the
other side.
They d opened the door without speaking when she approached. Cheung
was seated at the desk, busy with something on the slate computer he had in
front of him. Please take a seat,
he said.
Amanda felt a surge of anger rise in her again, a little voice in her head
saying he pulls me off an intercept but then makes me wait
& but she controlled it. Frankly, she d expected a vice admiral at
best, not the highest ranking member of the TR military. Her curiosity trumped
her anger and she had to find out what Cheung could want with her
. She sat down on a small sofa facing him.
Cheung put down the slate and gave her his full attention. He wasn t as old as
she thought he d be, mid-80s maybe. His predecessor had held the post
of Chairman of the Joint Chiefs until he was 112. He was dressed in a
utility uniform, not Class As.
I m sure you re curious about a number of things, Commander. Why I m here,
what the hurry was, what this all has to do with you. So I ll get right to the
point. I m here to give you a promotion.
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A & promotion, sir?
Cheung nodded. Your name is spoken often back at headquarters, Commander. You
have a way of getting results that has won you many admirers, myself included.
You are a brilliant tactician and strategist. You have a way of
getting more out of your crew than previous commanders. A ship with you
commanding it seems to be more than the sum of its parts.
Which is why we re about to throw you straight into hell.
Sir?
What I m about to tell you is classified, so high that we ve had to bump up
your security clearance just so you could hear it. Only a handful of people
back home know what s going on, and we re going to try to keep it a secret for
a long as we can.
Cheung told her about the return of
Envoy
, and what had happened to it. He told her about aliens with starships far
more advanced than anything she d seen, and terrible weapons.
Amanda was speechless. This had to be some kind of joke, there s just no way
it could be real.
But Cheung looked deadly serious.
Frankly, we re lucky we know anything about the aliens at all. It
looks like
Envoy just barely made it back. Most of what we do know comes from
Jack Killian, Envoy
s security chief.
Crap, Amanda said. I d forgotten he was on board.
You have a problem with Major Killian?
Amanda shook her head. Not personally, sir. I ve never met him. But from what
I know of what happened on Mars with the President, and now this & Trouble
seems to follow that guy.
I wouldn t want him on my ship.
Cheung nodded. I understand. Well, there s more. Because of the way
Killian tunneled back to Earth, we have reason to believe that the Saurians
could know our location. We don t know why they react so violently to us, but
we can t afford to wait.
Cheung leaned over and handed her his slate. On it, she saw diagrams and
sketches for a huge rectangular structure, full of angles and hard planes.
Those are some of the plans we have for a new kind of starship, the first of
the Ares class carriers. It s the
TRS Daniel Cho
. It s already being built at the shipyard in orbit where we built
Envoy
. Like
Envoy
, it s powered by a tunnel drive, and like the Saurian ships, the main gun
will be a mass driver.
We re promoting you to Captain and you will be the new skipper of the
TRS Daniel Cho
.
Amanda looked up from the slate. Me?
Cheung nodded. There are lots of captains more senior than you, but this
isn t a time for seniority. The fate of the human race might be at stake, and
we re not going risk that to avoid stepping on some egos. You re the best
officer for the job, and we think I think that you will bring innovative
thinking to the job that more senior captains might not.
I hate to do this to you, Captain. Frankly, you deserve better. But you re
the best we ve got and I have to use you. Your mission will be to
take the fight to the enemy, keep them distracted while we build up
Earth s defenses. We have to assume that you ll be facing a superior
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force with very little intelligence about them. Your chances of
survival aren t very good. But that s the hand we re dealt.
Amanda was near shock. This was a lot to take in. Had she really been ready
to light into this guy because of a stupid ore pirate? That all seemed so
distant now. Now the human race was at war. With aliens they knew almost
nothing about.
Cheung got up and headed for the door. I m going to my shuttle.
Grab what personal effects you ll need for the next month and meet
me there within the hour. You re being reassigned to oversee the
completion of the
Cho
. While you re doing that, you ll put together your crew.
Oh, and one more thing, Captain. I know it s tradition for a captain to have
right of first refusal when it comes to members of the command staff, but
I m afraid we have to make an exception in your case. One member of your
command staff is non-negotiable.
***
Marine! Ten hut!
Jack scrambled off his bunk and snapped to attention. He was in his pants and
undershirt, and his beard showed a scruffy two weeks of growth. He d had
little two do in the past two
weeks but exercise and think about how he was going to get through to the
politicos that they had bigger problems than what to do with him.
He heard sharp footfalls coming down the corridor, expensive dress shoes, not
the combat boots the guards wore. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall,
white-haired man in a dark suit stop in front of his cell.
At ease, Jack, President Staten said. Jack dropped to parade rest
while the president turned to the guard. Open this up and bring me a
chair.
Yes, sir! The guard double-timed it down the corridor after opening the cell
door.
Staten stepped into the room. As you were, Jack, have a seat.
I prefer to stand, sir.
The guard came back with a chair. Staten took it and sat down. Sit down,
Major. That s an order.
Yes, sir. Jack sat down on his bunk.
Staten turned to the guard, read his name tag. Corporal Simmons, you re
dismissed.
Sir, I have orders not to leave the prisoner alone
And I m countermanding those orders. Go.
Simmons nodded. Yes, sir.
After the guard was out of earshot, Staten turned back to Jack. I m
sorry about all this, Jack, I really am.
I understand, sir.
I m under a lot of pressure, Jack. Gosnell wants me to, as you say,
throw you under the bus, and get on with dealing with what happened to
Envoy
. He tells me that it s me or you, that one of us has to take the fall, and
that you re more expendable.
Mister President, that s a mistake. The Saurians
Are out there, yes, Jack. I believe you. We ve done some more digging,
questioned all the witnesses very thoroughly, and I m convinced you re
telling the truth. I ve always wanted to believe you, and had it been up
to me, you wouldn t be in here, but now we have enough to go on.
Doctor Takemura has been thinking a lot about what you said in
the hearing, and she believes that the way the Saurians reacted had more to
do with the human form than anything we did. They were reacting to what we
were, or what they thought we were, rather than what we were doing. I m not
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sure I understand that, but I know she ll explain it to you.
But you see, Jack, Thomas also has a point. When word gets out about
Envoy
, the public is going to want to blame someone. They re going to want revenge.
They re going to want a sense of closure. I can t give them that, and frankly,
I don t think blaming you gives them that either.
If I were to blame you, I d still catch heat for insisting you be on
Envoy in the first place. I m sure Thomas knows that, so I think we both
had better be on our guards.
Because the unfortunate fact is, the Saurians are out there, they don t like
us, and they just might know where we live.
Jack slumped a little at this. He knew it, and had been over it a hundred
times in the last two weeks. But that didn t make it better news.
So here s what we re going to do. I m going to make public that we ve
lost contact with the
Envoy
, but not explain any more than that. We re building a new fleet of
tunnel-capable warships and we re going to use those to keep the enemy
occupied and distracted while we shore up defenses here on Earth.
I m also dropping all charges against you and promoting you to
Lieutenant Colonel.
You re going to be in charge of the Marine contingent on those warships, and
you re going to spend the time between now and when they launch training your
troops to fight the Saurians and working with Doctor Takemura to help us learn
everything we can about the enemy. We are going to pick your brain clean,
Jack, so be ready.
I ve also got to mend some fences with Thomas, so don t piss him off. He s
not going to be happy about my ignoring his advice on this, and frankly I m
going to need his political savvy to sell this war.
Staten stood, picked up Jack s uniform shirt and threw it at him.
Let s go, Colonel. We have work to do.
***
© Jeff Kirvin 2005
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