Black Legion: 05 - Sea of Fire

Table of Contents

• CHAPTER ONE
  
• CHAPTER TWO
  
• CHAPTER THREE
  
• CHAPTER FOUR
  
• CHAPTER FIVE
  
• CHAPTER SIX
  
• CHAPTER SEVEN
  
• CHAPTER EIGHT
  
• CHAPTER NINE
  
• CHAPTER TEN
  
• CHAPTER ELEVEN
  
• CHAPTER TWELVE
  
• CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  
• CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  
• EPILOGUE
  
• HISTORICAL NOTE
  

SEA OF FIRE

By Michael G. Thomas

PART of the 
STAR LEGIONS 
SERIES

Copyright © 2012-2014 Michael G. Thomas

3rd Edition Published July 2014

Published by Swordworks Books

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CHAPTER ONE

The Sea of Fire, Carduchian-Hayastani border

A tiny area of space flickered, flashed twice, and then expanded to reveal the gleaming hull of the Scythian class battleship Mithra. The vessel traveled slowly from her arrival point and directly toward the large border outpost. She looked like a great beast, bristling with iconography of the Empire and fitted out with weapons that covered from bow to stern. In contrast, the floating structure of the outpost looked defenseless. With few weapons, it consisted of a dozen segments, each spherical and protected by thick plating. In the center sat a large control station that matched the size of a frigate and provided the power grid for the layered shielding.

“Ahead slow,” said the ship’s Sarvan.

Ariaeus, once the second-in-command of Lord Cyrus’ host, and the now disgraced Median noble, paced back and forth on his command deck. In the past he had been calm, confident, and controlled an entire army of warriors alongside those of Cyrus. Now he was a general in name only, with no fleet, transports, or warriors at his call. His crew of automatons ignored him and continued their work, while a picked group of Medes waited nearby. He looked at them and scowled, but not one of them spoke. A single officer, one of the elite Anusiyan Guards nodded at him and then glanced back at the others. Ariaeus turned away.

“I hate this ship, and I hate them,” he swore under his breath.

He walked past the automatons and recalled the times where he had commanded fleets of ships, each one filled with loyal servants of the Empire. Now his failure seemed even more complete than it had back in the Core Worlds, back when he’d been made to suffer for crimes beyond his control.

The warship was a god among the hundred or so smaller vessels that moved around her from the nearby outpost. Everything from ore haulers to regional motor launches passed in wide orbits, each carefully avoiding moving too close, so that they could gaze upon one of the rare flagships of the infamous Imperial fleet. The wreckage of a single Imperial light tanker remained nearby as a reminder of the repercussions of passing too close to the outpost’s guns without permission.

The odd procession drifted silently past the last remnants of the asteroid and debris that littered the miserable Satrapy known simply as the Carduchian Wilderness and then away toward the Sea of Fire. This was the last outpost in the entire sector, and it was incredibly well armed. Sixteen Carduchian fighters moved about in four separate squadrons. They followed predetermined flight paths, and though they came close, they were never too near the battleship to be a threat.

The battleship was one of the vaunted Elamites, the name given to only the largest and most powerful of the Scythian class warships. Named for the Median divinity of justice and oaths, the ships were the finest and most valuable frontline vessels in the Imperial Fleet. The fact that the ship bore the markings of the Great King himself merely amplified the importance of such a vessel in this area. At half a kilometer long, it was substantially bigger than any of the cargo vessels and made the Carduchian warships look insignificant in comparison. A squadron of three locally produced cruisers passed in a show of force, but it was a gesture, nothing more. The fact they kept their gun ports closed clearly demonstrated the degree of fear brought on by the arrival of Mithra.

Ariaeus approached the obsidian command unit. It was the place where a noble such as he should be. Instead, there was the single unnamed Sarvan; another of the gifts granted to him by Artaxerxes before he had left the Core Worlds. Even thinking about the Great King made him remember the pain from the lashes he’d suffered.

Tissaphernes will pay for this, I promise.

He looked to the obsidian structure. It should have been a place where he commanded from, the heart of the ship, and the position of power aboard such a powerful vessel. Instead, there was nothing more than a nameless and faceless Median officer.

He called out, “Sarvan, is he here?”

The Median officer made some adjustments. If it had been the other way around, the answer would have been almost instantaneous. Now the Sarvan spent as much time as he desired before answering the question of his superior. It wasn’t a long delay, but it was enough to remind Ariaeus of the change in his status. And with each second, the rage inside Ariaeus grew greater. Finally, the Sarvan answered in a slow, hushed tone.

“Not yet. The outpost has prepared a warm welcoming part for us, and we are on course to approach the Sea of Fire, my Lord.”

That last word felt like a stab to Ariaeus’ heart. The great barrier that separated the Satrapies of Carduchia and Hayastan was the terrible region of space known as the Sea of Fire; and marked a violent neutral zone between the two parts of the Empire.

“We do have a welcoming party of Carduchian vessels. So far there is no sign of the Hayastani. I suspect they are waiting on their side of the border.”

Ariaeus waited patiently on the command deck and tried to imagine the body of Tissaphernes being dragged before the Great King. He licked his lips in the anticipation of the punishment his rival would receive.

I will succeed where you failed, and then what is yours will be mine.

He turned his thoughts back to the mission and of this terrible place in the Median Empire. Myth told of the Day of Reckoning, a time long ago when two titanic monsters fought for centuries. The destruction wrought by their battle was responsible for this terrible region of space.

“Your charts, are they accurate?”

The Sarvan grunted in answer.

“Yes, my lord. The Great King provided us with the latest charts and navigational routes. This is the fastest route known in the Empire.”

“You’d better be right. A course failure of just a fifty parasangs will see us cross paths with a tear in space-time. Have you seen what happens when a ship moves close to one?”

“No, my Lord.”

Ariaeus shook his head.

“Trust me, it is not a sight you will ever want to see.”

The ship performed a slow rotation, a movement so elegant that it was impossible to determine from the command deck. The Scythian class battleship drifted silently through the last of the debris and then away from the little group of Carduchian vessels. As the ship pushed out of the shattered rocks, it entered the out layers of the Sea of Fire. The first indication was a great shudder that shook the Elamite from bow to stern.

“What was that?” Ariaeus demanded.

The Sarvan looked at him through the narrow gap in the obsidian sections.

“We have entered the Sea of Fire.”

Ariaeus paced another five steps and then stopped.

“Enough, I have to see what is happening. I require an external view, now!”

The ship’s automatons continued with their work, with even those nearby doing their best to pretend they had heard nothing. Ariaeus walked toward them and reached for a short, curved dagger on his thigh. He pulled it out and held it close to the first female member of the ship’s crew.

“I said, I want...”

Another blade, this time from the sword of the Anusiyan officer moved to intercept his.

“My Lord, these crew are of the Imperial Navy. They are not to be injured or killed without the express wishes of Imperial command.”

Ariaeus looked to the officer and tightened his brow in irritation.

“My orders are to end this threat to the Empire, once and for all. Now, I must have access to systems, information, and controls, or we will all fail.”

He turned his head a little to the right.

“And if we fail, we can expect every single soul on this ship to pay the price.”

The Anusiyan considered his words for the briefest of moments. He then walked away from Ariaeus and to the Sarvan. They exchanged a few words, and the Sarvan nodded. The Anusiyan turned back and stopped directly in front of Ariaeus.

“I have the authority to redirect external data to one of the gunnery arrays.”

Ariaeus shook his head.

“Then do it. Either I am in command of this expedition, or I am not.”

They both walked to where four automatons were stationed. In front of the crew were banks of displays that showed data specific only to their roles. Two of the automatons lifted themselves up and marched away. Ariaeus and the officer took their places but remained upright. It took a few seconds to clear the ship’s security protocols, and then came the external video feeds. The largest was from the bow and showed the view into the Sea of Fire. Two small screens had wide-angle views to the sides and behind them.

“So, that is the last mighty fortress of the Carduchians? It looks more like a supply depot to me.”

Ariaeus snorted and looked to the forward view, completely ignoring the large number of local vessels that had arrived to watch them travel past. Several of the transports had moved back to allow the Elamite to travel through to the edge of the border zone. Great limbs of fire lashed out as though a god was striking them down from afar. Clouds of dust and gas filled every direction, yet even into this bizarre storm, he could see two small vessels heading in the same direction. Streaks of multicolored lightning lashed near but never came close enough to cause damage. He looked to the Sarvan.

“Do not stray from the course. Do you have the meeting coordinates?”

“Yes, my Lord. We should arrive at the marked location within six minutes.”

The remainder of their entry into the Sea of Fire was a trip that none of the crew would ever be able to forget. They were struck four times by the powerful blasts of energy, and each time the shields were knocked off-line. Communications systems failed, and all weaponry was deactivated to avoid premature detonation. By the time the ship reached the designation meeting point, even Ariaeus was dripping sweat from head to toe.

“My Lord, this is the marked meeting point. There is a single Hayastani ship, a battleship much like this one.”

“Show me.”

The gunnery display altered to a view slightly off the starboard bow. The waiting ship was of a similar size, but this one was looked like an ancient flying monster with short fat wings, talon like extremities, and huge engines slung over and under the wings. The nose drooped down to a curved beak like point, and a pair of massive plasma cannons extended outward.

“It’s a Vulture class battleship,” said the Sarvan.

“Fascinating,” said Ariaeus, “They were the ancient class of ship in the days before the Empire. This one must be hundreds of years old, maybe even older.”

His voice betrayed something close to reverence as he watched the ship that faced them. The small area of space was almost a bubble, devoid of the devastating lashing that was taking place throughout the rest of the sea.