First Command (18 page)

      
The admiral chuckled and said, “Then I guess it’s a good thing we called you off when we did.
 
As a result of this operation, we snagged over 40 members of the K’Rang network and CI is identifying more each day.
 
The threat of a death sentence has most of them turning in anyone they’ve ever known to be part of the network.
 
CI will be rounding people up for months.
 
Did I leave anything out, CDR Johnson?”

      
CDR Johnson shook his head.
 
“Not a thing, sir.”

      
“I understand Commander Timmons is not too happy with you for damaging his old ship.
 
He tells me he turned it over to you in perfect condition, and you broke it playing tag with the K’Rang.”

      
Kelly laughed and replied, “The K’Rang came off worse, but they don’t know it.
 
I’m sure their captain is telling stories about how he crippled a scout ship.
 
I had to tumble and drift to explain why I was letting him go.
 
I kept it up until he was out of sensor range.
 
He was approaching FTL power 5.5 when he slowed down to cross through the frontier.”

      
The Admiral looked at CDR Timmons and said, “Edgar, I hear your lady is in town.
 
Amy and I would love to meet her.
 
If you have nothing planned, come by my quarters at 1800.
 
You too, Kelly.
 
Your folks have to leave in the morning and we’ll say goodbye tonight.
 
Candy’s in town.
 
She’s been working late on a case and has been staying with us.”

      
The Admiral walked back behind his desk, thanked them all, and told everyone but Kelly’s parents they were dismissed.

      
Kelly and CDR Timmons left together and talked about the repairs needed to bring the Vigilant back to 100%.

* * * * *

      
J’Kraul and H’Topa were summoned to the Imperial Hall and provided with an escort of Shadow Warriors.
 
The two were not sure what was happening, but one does not argue with 10 Shadow Warriors.
 
They arrived at the Imperial Hall and the Shadow Warriors formed up on either side and marched them into a large reception hall.
 
All levels of royalty occupied the room.
 
The Elders stood at the front of the hall.
 
The Shadow Warriors marched them up to the three Elders and halted.

      
The senior Elder spoke.
 
“Fellow nobles, our ranks have been filled by those who have distinguished themselves in battle, sometimes by those who advance K’Rang science, culture, or economy.
 
Today, for the first time, we recognize two Shadow Warriors that have advanced K’Rang security through the ancient art of espionage.
 
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you our newest members of K’Rang royalty, Baron J’Kraul and Baron H’Topa.
 
Advance Baron J’Kraul.”

      
J’Kraul stepped forward to the senior Elder.
 
The senior Elder reached to his right, where a retainer stood with a chain and medallion.
 
He took the medallion and had J’Kraul bend slightly so that he could place it on his neck.
 
At the same time, another retainer placed a white lined cape on J’Kraul and helped him fasten it around his neck.
 
Then he was presented with a ring with three moons on its face.

      
“Advance, Baron H’Topa.”

      
H’Topa stepped forward and received his chain and medallion, white lined cape, and ring.

      
Baron N’Gana came to stand beside the two new barons and whispered, “Now salute and bow.”

      
The two snapped off a smart salute to the Elder, bowed, and executed an about face and marched out of the hall to the applause of the assembled nobles.

      
Baron N’Gana took them to a small office.

      
“Welcome to the nobility.
 
You will be taken to a facility outside the city and you will spend the next six weeks learning the duties, responsibilities, and privileges of the nobility.
 
After that, you will choose your duties and move into noble society.
 
Welcome, barons.”

      
J’Kraul and H’Topa grabbed each other and did a mini-celebration nose muzzle as Baron N’Gana looked on and smiled.

Chapter Seven

      
A month later, in another section of Galactic Republic space, a situation was developing that would again require the Vigilant’s service.

      
Russell Obwobwo was the youngest crewmember of the SS Andromeda Clipper.
 
A recent graduate of the Merchant Space Academy, the nineteen-year-old was on the engineering detail’s third watch.
 
His duties included making minor repairs and adjustments throughout the ship as needed.
 
At the moment, he was working on a balky waste control pump in the port dorsal cable and piping access tunnel.

      
This was the second time he had to crawl along the piping to fix this particular pump.
 
Earlier, he had gotten it to work again by loosening the mounting bolts and retightening them using the correct torque setting.
 
The shipyard had installed it improperly.
 
He wasn’t sure what was wrong with it this time.

      
Russell was proud of his ship.
 
The Andromeda Clipper was the newest ship in the Lyman Space Shipping Lines, and he was lucky to be aboard.
 
It was a new fast auto-container ship, designed to carry auto-containers into planetary orbit, where they detached from the ship and automatically landed at the planet’s spaceports.
 
Once unloaded and then loaded with new cargo, the auto-containers automatically joined up with the Clipper or remained dormant to await her arrival.
 
The automation made it a significant improvement on the older cargo lighter carriers.
 
There were several containers to drop off and more to pick up at Rigel, the next stop.

      
The Clipper could do FTL Power 4 and, even though there were ships disappearing on the Rigel to Aldebaran run, the company assessed the Clipper could outrun any danger along the way.
 
Russell heard the chief engineer say that nothing could catch the Clipper and he believed him.

      
Russell disassembled the pump motor’s outer casing, removed a metal shaving from the electrical connections, reassembled it, and it ran perfectly.
 
He crawled backward out of the access tunnel.
 
It was then that he heard the engines suddenly drop out of FTL drive and stop.
 
The lights went out and everything changed.

* * * * *

      
A non-descript, small intergalactic-class cargo ship drifted in open space between the Aldebaran and Rigel systems.
 
The very familiar single human occupant hunched over his command console, monitoring the space around him.
 
A white cat stretched out on the console, occasionally nuzzling the man’s hand to get his attention.

      
Alistair had completed his mission of taking down the K’Rang spy network and turned all his data over to the prosecutors.
 
He looked for an easy assignment to wind down from the pressures of that mission, and chose to investigate some ship disappearances.
 
It seemed like an uncomplicated, routine investigation to him.

      
The shipping lane between Rigel in the Orion Sector and Aldebaran in the Taurus Sector was one of the most highly-trafficked in Galactic Space.
 
Alistair was looking for why a disproportionate number of ships in this sector were not arriving at their destinations.

      
That ships were lost in space was not unusual.
 
Space was a dangerous enough place that approximately twenty ships were lost in all of the Galactic Republic Space every year.
 
However, eighteen ships had been lost on the Rigel-Aldebaran run in the last eleven months alone.
 
Something was not right near Orion’s Belt.

      
Officials from Rigel, Aldebaran, and the shipping companies had poked about for months and turned up nothing.
 
It was as if the ships had just dematerialized.
 
No debris was found.
 
No distress calls were received.
 
None of the crew had turned up anywhere in Galactic Republic Space.
 
None of the cargo had turned up.
 
Officials on both worlds were stymied.
 
Cargo ships were starting to run in convoys or hiring armed escort ships to make the passage.
 
A few fast ships made the journey, relying on their speed to get them through.
 
Those too poor made the runs singly, hoping they would slip by whatever was taking the ships.

      
He had been scouting around the Orion Sector and environs for weeks, looking for any reason why eighteen perfectly good ships never made it to port.
 
His sensors showed him the entire space from Rigel to Aldebaran.
 
He could monitor every ship moving through the region.
 
He watched and waited for anything out of the ordinary.
 
He waited a long time.

      
Weeks later, with his rations running low, Alistair was preparing to make a run to the planet Titov in the Sirius system.
 
He was laying in his course when his sensors showed him that a Lyman Shipping Lines auto container ship on the run from Rigel to Aldebaran just disappeared.
 
One minute it was there, the next it had vanished.
 
Alistair cautiously moved his ship closer to the last known position of the freighter.
 
Hours later when he cruised through the position, he found only a faint ion trail leading off in the direction of the Pleiades Star Cluster.

      
Alistair calculated his remaining rations, added in his emergency rations, and figured he could track the ion trail for twelve days before he would have to make a port call in the Rigel system.
 
He turned to his feline companion and said, “I’m sorry, Rojo.
 
I know how much you like the sailorfish fillets from Titov, but you’ll just have to live on packaged rations for a few more days.”

      
Alistair turned his ship toward the Pleiades Star Cluster, turned his sensors on full scan, and followed the ion trail to wherever it led.

* * * * *

      
Irina Bugarov and her executive assistant, Terri Hawkins, traveled on the SS Galaxy Queen to Rigel Station for her first annual status report.
 
Irina practiced her delivery during the week-long voyage from her home office on Shepard.
 
She wished that the rings were opened to commercial vessels; it would cut days off her journey.

      
She practiced her briefing in three formats: formal long, formal short, and deskside.
 
She did not know which he would prefer, but she would be ready, no matter what he wanted.
 
She practiced her presentation on her assistant, who sat patiently time after time.

      
Irina felt good about what she had accomplished in a year.
 
Her combine earned more in the last two quarters than all ten had earned the previous year.
 
She had to spend some credits to improve production, which affected her first two quarters, but it had borne fruit by the third quarter and would for all of next year, too.

      
She also felt that hiring a security officer was a good investment.
 
His efforts at improving security got one of her companies a high grade from the local Fleet Intel Security Officer.
 
That rating got them a new multimillion credit contract to produce a classified component of the ring.
 
The other companies, having seen the positive result of having good security, stepped up their security game.

* * * * *

      
Alistair Bennett coasted up to the edges of the Pleiades star cluster in Taurus sector.
 
His sensors showed little through the cosmic dust and gas that blanketed this part of space.
 
The minute ion trail he had been following for days was lost in the dust cloud.
 
He dared not proceed further.
 
His gravimetric sensors were off the scale.
 
The gravitational forces and eddies in this packed star cluster could crush or trap his ship.
 
Alistair looked for an out of the way location to sit and watch.