Month 210, Day 5, Alliance Theom System
Large Group Leader Throat-Slasher looked around the bridge of his command battle cruiser, wondering how many of his crew he could really, truly, trust. He hated the events that had put him in this position, but from the first he had seen no alternative. His race was on a long slide to oblivion, becoming homogenized and corrupted by alien influences. They were D’Bringi, and in the old days that had meant something. Then the Alliance had come, and everything changed. The Clans, long the protectors of the old ways, the ways that had taken them to heights undreamed of in the old days, abandoned the tried-and-true traditions of the past, for the temptation of new ways of doing things. It had quickly become clear to him that the end result would be the marginalization of the D’Bringi within the greater emerging culture of the Alliance, and that was just unacceptable. And so, when the plot to restore the honor of the D’Bringi race was revealed to him, he signed on immediately. Since then, he had done some questionable things. Things which kept him awake at night. He was utterly convinced of their necessity, then and now, though, so he considered his sleep a small sacrifice towards restoring the honor and unique position of his race.
Now, though, the newly restored Empire depended on him, and his actions here over the next several days. The Imperial government in Stahat had determined that the Alliance had blockaded the D’Bringi home system, almost certainly meaning that they were in the first stages of moving against the Empire. The Emperor’s foresight had led to plans for this contingency, and implementing those plans fell upon him.
Before starting, he walked across the command deck and looked at the plot, which was set to show the area around the warp point to the Dether system. Two groups of ships were shown on the display. One was his fleet, the Imperial D’Bringi War Fleet. Three battlecruisers, three cruiser-carriers, three strike carriers, three escort carriers, and seventeen corvette carriers. All of the ships had commanders he trusted, who had proven their loyalty to the Empire. The other group was composed of D’Bringi warships that had withdrawn from the Alliance 6th Fleet when the old government fell and the Emperor declared the restoration of the Empire. That group was larger than his fleet – six battlecruisers, six cruisers, three strike carriers, eleven escort carriers, and three corvette carriers. Together the two fleets could field over five hundred fighters. He knew, based on reports from the inner system planets in Dether, that the human fleet in the system had superior numbers to his fleet, however, he had no information on the makeup of that fleet, or whether or not the humans had fighter technology. The uncertainty was concerning, however, his orders left him little leeway.
The Empire, if it was to survive, needed a distraction, and preferably a distraction that would force the rest of the Alliance to join together with the Empire against an external threat. The humans had thoughtfully provided a fleet as a credible threat; however, they had declined to move any further into the Alliance, and the human fleet commander had sent out multiple messages requesting negotiations. They clearly weren’t being threatening enough to create the conditions the Emperor needed to unite the Alliance. Therefore, it had fallen upon him and his D’Bringi forces to create an incident worthy of pulling the races of the Alliance together. And the human fleet in the Dether system would provide that incident, one way or another.
He opened a comms channel to the flagship of the 6th Fleet units. In a matter of seconds, the Large Group Leader in command was facing him. His counterpart was wearing a standard Alliance uniform harness, unlike his more suitable Imperial harness, and continued to do so in spite of his urgings to change over to the more suitable Imperial uniform. Throat-Slasher found the other’s reticence to adopt the Empire’s new uniform disturbing, but couldn’t afford to show that now. “Large Group Leader, I have received orders from my commanders to advance into Dether and engage the human fleet. Negotiations have failed, and the humans are threatening to bombard the colonies. We must advance!”
The other D’Bringi looked concerned. “I have heard nothing from 6th Fleet or Alliance HQ. Are you sure of your information?”
“Very sure. The humans must be stopped. We must at least try to stop them; else what good are we doing here?”
“Surely, they wouldn’t indiscriminately bombard Alliance populations? They outnumber us, and beyond us lies the new Empire’s most important colony, as well as the rest of the Alliance. Reinforcements are en route even as we speak.”
Throat-Slasher had thought long and hard about this. His counterpart was an older, distinguished D’Bringi officer, with a long record of service. He would not be bullied into attacking, or rushed. However, there were other ways. “I cannot force you to accompany me. Therefore, my force will advance into Dether and engage the enemy fleet before they can act against the colonies. Your force can either advance with me and my ships, or remain here and secure the route into the Alliance, as you see fit. Either way my ships will advance in one hour.” He cut the link before the other could comment.
On board his flag-cruiser, Large Group Leader G’Tak stared at his monitor, furiously thinking. Attacking the human fleet without proper intelligence was foolhardy, but if the Imperial officer was correct and the humans did intend to bombard the colonies, remaining here was the action of a coward. In the end he detailed off a few ships to watch the warp point, while he and the rest of his fleet advanced into the Dether system with the Imperial ships. The humans would retreat or die. Either was acceptable.
Month 210, Day 5, Union controlled Dether system
The Union’s 1st Battle Fleet was deployed around the colonies of the Dether system, either in orbit, or in a central location orbiting the system’s yellow primary. Last month, sensor buoys from the Sligo system had finally arrived and been positioned across the mid-system, giving the fleet sensor coverage of the system out to 216 light minutes. This wasn’t enough to detect ships entering the system through warp points in the outer system, but it would detect them entering through warp points closer to the primary, or, if they did enter in the outer system, the network would detect them about 216 light minutes out as they travelled towards the colonies in the inner system. That would be enough warning to assemble the fleet and move either towards the incoming ships, or away, depending on the situation.
Admiral Carstairs had been very relieved to receive two separate waves of reinforcements over the last several days, primarily consisting of sorely needed escort carriers and their fighters. These reinforcements brought their fighter strength up to just over three hundred and fifty fighters, which made her feel at least somewhat better about facing a D’Bringi or Alliance fleet that surely had been fielding fighters much longer than humanity had. She feared it might not be enough, but she also was beginning to suspect that there was no such thing as ‘enough’ fighters. Even as she contemplated the Union’s fighter situation, her comm sounded with an incoming call.
Captain Li-Chen was on the comm from the superdreadnought’s bridge. “Admiral, the sensor network has picked up a new drive field contact. Bearing 060, distance ninety-six light minutes.”
Admiral Carstairs felt a brief stab of alarm. The new contact was more or less in between her fleet and the warp point back to Union space. If this was an Alliance force entering the system through a previously undetected warp point, then their positioning was bad luck. Yet again she cursed the haphazard approach the Union had taken towards this ‘offensive’. Her fleet had been in this system for months, and it was only just last month that a survey fleet had arrived in-system to support them. And that fleet had barely had enough time to begin surveying for warp points, and hadn’t found any yet. Shaking off the conflicting feelings, she shook her head. “Very well. Call a squadron-commander’s conference for 1000 hours, and make sure this contact report gets disseminated immediately. And patch me through to Commander Uriah.” A few seconds later the youthful face of Commander Thomas Uriah, the CO of one of the fleet’s frigate-scouts, was on her monitor.
“Commander Uriah, you’re to take your ship out to meet the incoming Alliance force, to determine the composition of that contact. I will detail an escort carrier to accompany you.”
“Yes ma’am!”
Month 210, Day 6, Disputed Dether System
Commander Uriah sat in his command chair, staring at the plot as it updated with the latest information. His scout had finally closed to just within twelve light minutes, which meant that it was now close enough to determine the number of ships in the Alliance force. The plot chimed as it updated, and in seconds an info tag appeared connected to the drive field contact, showing that it was composed of sixty-four ships. When the three Alliance corvettes that were shadowing his frigate were added to the total, it was a respectable force. They outnumbered the Union force, barely, but numbers weren’t everything. Unfortunately, Union intelligence was sure that the Alliance was ahead of the Union in both general technologies, and in fighter technology, both of which could magnify numerical differences. And not in a good way for the Union. Still, based on the speed at which the Alliance force was moving they couldn’t have anything larger than a battlecruiser, which meant that the Union force had at least one advantage.
“Send a message to the fleet updating them on this development and inform the admiral that we will attempt to get closer to determine the makeup of the Alliance force.”
The message went out as the frigate closed with the Alliance fleet. Or attempted to close. As it drove inwards towards the Alliance fleet, the three corvettes shadowing it launched fighters, driving it back. The fighters were capable of chasing down the Union frigate, but didn’t, content to keep it out of close sensor range of the fleet. After a while Commander Uriah tired of the game and settled into a course paralleling the oncoming enemy fleet.
In the inner system, Admiral Carstairs made her decision. The fleet sallied forth, headed out to meet the incoming Alliance force. In reality she had little choice. Because of the random chance involved in warp point locations, the Alliance force stood squarely across her retreat route, should she decide to avoid engagement. Worse, her six heavy capital ships meant that her fleet was slower than the Alliance fleet, so even if she wanted to retreat, she couldn’t. So, the Union fleet advanced to meet the Alliance fleet.
Month 210, Day 7, Disputed Dether system
The two fleets faced each other across forty light seconds of space. Admiral Carstairs was deeply unhappy with the situation, and there was little she could do about it. Her sensors were unable to determine the makeup of the Alliance fleet at this range, which meant that the Alliance probably wasn’t able to discern her fleet composition either, however, the Alliance fleet had used no less than seventeen corvette-carriers to probe her fleet, and had penetrated closely enough to determine the exact composition of her force. She had simply been unable to prevent this from happening, as she didn’t have any ships that were fast enough to counter the Alliance corvettes, and when she had ordered her carriers to launch their fighters to chase down the illusive Alliance scout-carriers, the main Alliance force launched its own fighters and threatened her fleet, forcing her to pull the fighters back and concede the scouting battle. The upshot was that the Alliance knew her exact force composition, and she had limited knowledge of their composition. The one bright side to all of this was that while the Alliance force outnumbered hers, the fact that nearly a quarter of the Alliance fleet’s ships were corvettes was at least somewhat reassuring.
Admiral Carstairs had ordered her comms department to establish contact with the Alliance fleet command as they closed, but the Alliance fleet had ignored the contact attempts. Until now. As the two fleets sat across from each other, the Alliance force finally opened a channel. Admiral Carstairs gestured for her comms officer to open the channel, and the monitor at the front of the flag bridge cleared to show a split-screen with two D’Bringi officers on two different command decks. Interestingly, one of the D’Bringi officers was wearing the uniform harness of the Alliance Navy, while the other officer was wearing the same type of ornate harness worn by the D’Bringi who had attacked the Union colonies. After a second, the D’Bringi on the left, the one wearing the ornate, non-Alliance harness, began to speak.
“To the Union forces that have illegally occupied the Alliance colonies in the Dether system. You are ordered to withdraw from the system immediately. Failure to withdraw in a timely manner, or any actions taken against the civilian population, will result in your immediate destruction.” The channel closed and the monitor went black.
Admiral Carstairs carefully kept the consternation she felt from her face. The entire reason for her presence in the system was to force the D’Bringi, or the Alliance, to the negotiating table. If they were unwilling to talk, then the chance of all-out war was considerably higher than she liked. It was interesting, though, that there had been two D’Bringi present on-screen, and that they wore different uniforms. “Record for broadcast to the Alliance Fleet.” When her comms officer nodded, she turned towards the camera on her console. “The Colonial Union is responding to unprovoked and deadly attacks by D’Bringi ships on Colonial Union planetary populations. The seizure of this system by my fleet is temporary, as I indicated in my numerous transmissions to your government, until the Alliance government provides an explanation for the raids into Union space.” Admiral Carstairs paused for a few seconds, then continued. “As for the civilian population of this system, they have nothing to fear from the Union Fleet. Unlike the D’Bringi, we do not go out of our way to kill civilians.” She turned to her comms officer. “Append the recordings of the evidence of the raids, along with the messages from the President, and transmit it.”
On board the Alliance 6th Fleet flagship, Large Group Leader G’Tak stared at his monitor in consternation. The message from the Union admiral had been clear and direct. After a few seconds, he turned to his second in command. “Second, what was that bit about raiding into Union space? Have there been any reports, anywhere, about impending action against the Union?”
“Sir, there is something very interesting appended to that recording. I’ll route it to your station. I believe it will explain the Union admiral’s statements.”
G’Tak watched the appended recordings of D’Bringi officers in Imperial harnesses ordering their ships to attack Union colonies and felt sick. Recordings could be faked, of course, but he knew one of the officers personally. He had always considered J’sten to be a pain in the tail, an entitled, arrogant younger son of a minor Clan lord. And there he was, telling the human colonists that if they continued to resist his forces, he could and would bombard their capital. “Second, have your heard anything of these events before this?”
The second in command hissed in frustration. “No sir, but as you know interstellar communications have been…tenuous as of late. I…” Before the second in command could continue, the comms officer broke in.
“Incoming transmission from the Imperial Flagship. It is directed at the Union force and copied to us.”
G’Tak nodded to the comms officer. “Put it up on the monitor.”
“Your presence in this system is unacceptable. Once you have returned to your own systems you may present your evidence, if any, to the proper authorities. Retreat now or be destroyed.” The monitor went black.
G’Tak was trying to decipher the possible reasons for the other D’Bringi officer’s aggressive attitude when the comms officer routed another comms request to his station. After accepting the comms request, the visage of Large Group Leader Throat Slasher appeared on his desk monitor. “We must attack immediately, before the humans manage to receive reinforcements. I am launching a fighter strike; I suggest you join your fighters to mine. With their fighters gone, the humans will be as meat before the hunters.”
Before the other could cut the channel, G’Tak spoke. “What do you know about the human’s claim that the Empire attacked their colonies?”
Throat-Slasher looked back blankly. “I know nothing of this, of course. The humans are making this up to justify their invasion, and we cannot allow them to attack our colonists.”
The monitor went black, leaving G’Tak staring at a blank screen.
“Sir, the Imperial fleet is launching fighters.” The plot tank updated to show the Imperial carriers launching their fighters, all of which carried codes indicating that they were armed for anti-fighter strikes.
“Very well. Inform all ships, launch fighters. All fighters to join with the Imperial strike and will be under Imperial operational control. Second, join me in my office.”
The two D’Bringi retired to the Large Group Leader’s office adjacent to the bridge. Once in the room G’Tak sealed the door and brought up the tactical display and set it to show the fighter strike forming up in front of the combined fleets. They sat silently for a few seconds, watching the swarming mass of fighters assembling in front of their fleet. Finally, Assistant Leader J’Ton gestured towards the display. “Your esteemed counterpart in the Imperial Fleet seems intent on getting his battle with the humans. Who, if I am not mistaken, seem to want to talk more than fight.”
Large Group Leader G’Tak stared at the display as the fighter strike formed up and then set out for the human fleet, five hundred and fifteen fighters strong. “He will get his battle, but will it go as he thinks? I doubt the humans, who are newer to fighter technology than we are, will be able to overcome the strike we just launched, which will leave them open and vulnerable to additional fighter strikes. If they do lose their fighter coverage, then they will have to retreat.”
Assistant Leader J’Ton gestured agreement. “But will our esteemed Imperial friend allow them to withdraw? With their heavy ships they cannot outrun our fleet, much less our fighters. They will be at our mercy. And should we attack them at all, if they are telling the truth and the Empire attacked them first?”
G’Tak shook his head. “Before we left the Villiers system, I was given a confidential briefing by Tai-sho Talix. He was of the belief that the new D’Bringi Empire was behind the communications disruptions, and that they were using them to consolidate their power before the Alliance could react. There is little evidence to support his stance, but it does make sense. As do the ‘raids’ claimed by the humans.”
Assistant Leader J’Ton shook his head. “But…would they go that far? To risk war with the humans?”
G’Tak got up and began pacing. “I have stayed aloof from the “Imperial issue” as you know. I don’t believe it is the military’s duty to dictate to the people how they should be governed. But… in spite of the claims by our new government, it sure looks like the methods they used to gain power were both illegal and unethical. And if they have indeed crippled Alliance communications and raided into the territory of our strongest neighbor as a way to distract from their operations, then they have risked pulling us all into a major war just to grab power.”
Assistant Leader J’Ton sat silently for a few seconds as they watched the fighter strike pull away from the fleet. “What will you do?”
The Large Group Leader stopped pacing, having come to a decision. “I will do what I have to do. I cannot face down the Imperials with the humans so close. If they take advantage of our disarray, we could lose everything. So, we will eliminate their fighters, and then we will see where we are at. At that point what happens next will largely depend on the humans, and on Throat-Slasher.” He turned on his second in command. “What I need to know is, can I depend on you?”
The fleet’s second in command slowly stood up in front of his commander. “What do you mean?”
“I know that the Imperials have been in communication with most of the ships in my fleet over the last several days. Heavy communication. I suspect they are trying to identify those who would be loyal to their new government, in case I turn out to be less tractable than they wish. I would know where you stand, before this starts.”
“As you know, I have always been loyal to you, and to our clan. I will not change that now.”
Large Group Leader G’Tak’s visage softened. “I know that, and I appreciate your service. But I would know your thoughts on the new Imperial government.”
Assistant Leader J’Ton’s face fell. “At first, I was enthusiastic about their claimed return to our old ways. Our clan lost much when the old government instituted the changes that swept our society when we created the Alliance with the Rehorish. I know that our clan chief endorsed the changes, but…we lost so much! It hurt to stand by and watch our senior clan members treated with disrespect, like they were just like anyone else! It was hard to bear. So, when the Empire was proclaimed, I felt nothing but relief. The old ways would be restored, and everything would be good. But then we visited the colony in Stahat, the center of the new Empire, and what I saw there opened my eyes. The so-called ‘Imperial nobles’ are all callow youths, arrogant and greedy. The suffering in the lower orders was blatant and wide-spread, something that the old order would never have tolerated, if only because it would have threatened their rule. But those ‘nobles’ seem to court danger by oppressing everyone around them. And this is happening in the center of their power! What is happening on the fringes, away from the light? I fear for our people.”
Large Group Leader G’Tak smiled. “And that is what I wanted to hear. We must think about our people, now. While I deal with our strike against the humans, I want you to focus on our fleet. I want you to reach out to all of our commanders and inform them that we may have to take drastic action very soon. I trust them all, but they must be aware that there may be reactionary forces on their ships that might object to opposing the Empire. They must be prepared. In addition, I want you to work with the communications department to lock down fleet comms. I want to be able to limit the Imperial’s ability to talk to my ships, if I need to. Understood?”
The other came to attention. “Understood!”
“Good. Report to the Osiris. Should something happen to me you will assume command. Your orders, which I will put in writing, are to prevent a war with the humans while still defending this system.”
The other D’Bringi saluted and left the room, leaving G’Tak to his thoughts.
Meanwhile, on board Admiral Carstairs command superdreadnought, alarms began ringing as the fleet’s sensors detected the fighters being launched from the D’Bringi ships. Admiral Carstairs turned from the conversation she was having with her chief of staff to see the plot updating. At forty light seconds the D’Bringi fleet was too far away for the fleet’s sensors to determine the number of fighters being launched, but when the new contact moved away from the D’Bringi fleet, towards the Union fleet, their intent was clear.
“Comms, connect me with Captain Ferretti, on board the Scipio please.” The comms officer nodded and turned to her console. A few seconds later Captain Ferretti appeared on the flag bridge’s main monitor.
“Captain, we have what appears to be a D’Bringi fighter strike inbound. Prepare your fighters for fleet defense, but do not launch until I give the order.”
The fleet’s senior carrier commander appeared excited and eager to come to grips with the D’Bringi. “We will be ready when you need us, admiral!”
For the next seven and a half minutes the Union fleet watched the D’Bringi fighter force close on its position. The fleet was at action stations, and the Union’s fighters were loaded and ready for launch. Finally, the D’Bringi fighters were ten light seconds from the Union force, within range of its sensor’s ability to determine the number of approaching fighters. The plot on the flag bridge chimed and updated, and Admiral Carstairs paled. Turning, she punched up the comms channel to Captain Ferretti. When the captain’s face appeared on her monitor his previous excitement had fled, replaced by a pale and drawn complexion. “Ma’am?”
“I see that you’ve seen the new sensor update?”
“Yes, ma’am. They outnumber us very nearly three to two. That’s a…significant disadvantage for our fighters, ma’am.”
“Yes, it is. Because of that, I would like to deploy your fighters in close to the fleet, so that they can engage the incoming fighters within range of fleet weapons. Perhaps our ships can even out the enemy’s superiority in numbers.”
Captain Ferretti’s face firmed up. “No ma’am, I wouldn’t recommend that. If we allow the enemy to close to weapons range of the fleet, then they will be able to attack the ships before our fighters can attack them. You must allow us to defend the fleet, as we were intended to do! We’ve trained for this. Let us do our jobs.”
Admiral Carstairs hesitated. She would be sending them to their deaths, if they engaged beyond the fleet’s weapons, but Ferretti was right, if the D’Bringi fighters were loaded with anti-ship weapons and they allowed them to close with the fleet the results would be disastrous. “Very well. Launch your fighters and engage the enemy short of the fleet.
Fighters began spewing forth from the Union carriers, and in short order there were three hundred and sixty-seven Union fighters racing away from the human fleet, towards the oncoming fighter strike. It was an awesome response, considering how recently humanity had begun building carriers, but it was still short of what would be needed, she feared.
One minute after launching, the two groups of fighters slammed together four light seconds short of the Union fleet.
The two groups of fighters didn’t engage in any fancy maneuvers or feints, they just closed the range as if eager to get to grips with each other. Unfortunately for the Union, not only was their fighter force outnumbered, but they were outclassed by the enemy as well. Only two thirds of the Union force was trained up to standards, while the remaining third were considered green and inexperienced. In contrast, the D’Bringi, who had fielded fighters for far longer than humans, only had a single squadron that was new enough to be considered green. The vast bulk of their fighter force was exquisitely trained and experienced, and as they plunged into battle with the humans, they showed it. D’Bringi squadrons engaged the human fighters with style and skill, and the human fighters fell in droves. In a short thirty seconds of fighting the entire Union fighter force was destroyed. Almost two hundred D’Bringi fighters joined them, destroyed by the desperate Union fighters, but that left three hundred and seventeen D’Bringi fighters to return to their carriers to be rearmed.
The flag bridge of the command superdreadnought was deathly silent as the assembled officers watched the plot. Admiral Carstairs was appalled. In thirty seconds, her fleet had been stripped of its fighter coverage, and now was open to attack by the three hundred remaining D’Bringi fighters. After a few seconds she pulled herself together. “Alright, people, we’ve suffered a setback, but we’re not beaten. Our battle line is intact, and to field that many fighters the D’Bringi can’t have much in the way of capital ships. We’ve practiced anti-fighter tactics, and their fighter force has been greatly reduced. I intend to order the fleet to retreat to the warp point to the Laramie system, where we will rendezvous with the Union Assault Corps, which is currently located in the Laramie system. Now get to work. I need communiques to HQ Sligo and to the UAC in Laramie updating them on our situation, and I need a fleet movement plan ASAP!” The flag bridge returned to its normal hustle and bustle as the officers got to work. Admiral Carstairs opened a link to the SD’s bridge, and in seconds the ship’s commander was on-screen. “Captain Li-Chen, a course will be forthcoming from my staff shortly. We will be retreating to the warp point, with a short detour around the D’Bringi force. Inform the rest of the captains, we move out as soon as the course is ready. Understood?”
Captain Li-Chen nodded. “Yes ma’am.” She paused and looked around the bridge. “Ma’am, are the D’Bringi likely to let us go?”
“If they don’t, they’ll regret it. In the meantime, get the destroyers out there to pick up any surviving pilots.” She closed the link and settled in to see what the D’Bringi would do.
Meanwhile, on the flagship of the Alliance 6th Fleet contingent…
“Our fighters are en route back to their carriers. ETA is nine minutes.”
“Very well.” Large Group Leader G’Tak turned from the plot. Their fighter losses had been heavy, but acceptable in exchange for the elimination of the Union force’s fighters. The question would be, was the destruction of their fighters enough to convince the humans to retreat, or was he going to have to destroy the human fleet? The loss of their fighters was a heavy blow, and certainly hundreds of pilots had been killed, on both sides, but that was miniscule in comparison to the loss of even one capital ship. The question was, would the humans take the loss and retreat, or would they force the issue and either attack, or worse, try to return to the colonies in the inner system?
Two minutes later the human fleet turned and set out across the system. They were not on a clear line to any of the warp points, but as the D’Bringi fleet stood between them and the warp point they would have to use to return to their home systems, their move towards the outer system was clearly a bid to leave the system. G’Tak felt relief. By heading away from both the colonies and the D’Bringi fleet the humans were signaling their willingness to retreat from the system without further fighting. The conflict with the humans might not be over, but his goal had been to buy some time for the diplomats to work this out without further loss of life, and it seemed he had succeeded. Or so he thought.
The human fleet moved away from the D’Bringi fleet, slowly, as necessitated by the huge capital ships at the core of the fleet, as the surviving D’Bringi fighters raced back to the fleet. Finally, they were back aboard and G’Tak ordered that the fighters be rearmed with anti-fighter weapons. Shortly after the fighters were reloaded, a channel from the Imperial D’Bringi flagship opened.
“The humans are at our mercy. We must crush them before they rendezvous with reinforcements, or replenish their fighters. I will be launching my fighters for a second strike, and require you to do the same.” The arrogant Imperial force leader didn’t wait for G’Tak to respond, but rather closed the channel before G’Tak could say anything.
“Fighters launching from the Imperial force, sir!”
G’Tak hit the button that signaled alert status throughout the fleet, then opened a fleet-wide secure comms channel. “Officers and crews of the Alliance Fleet, this is large group leader G’Tak. The human fleet is withdrawing from this system after suffering the loss of its fighter force. I intend to allow them to retreat from our territory, to allow our government time to resolve this dispute without further bloodshed. I fear that our Imperial counterparts will not allow the humans to withdraw. Their leader has been claiming that the humans had threatened to bombard our colonies, and had behaved barbarously to our citizens during their time in control of this system. This is not true. I have communiques direct from the planetary administrations of both colonies in this system proving that the Union forces have been most civilized and indeed, have only landed a small number of troops on the surface of both planets to control their spaceports. There have been no civilian deaths attributed to the occupation, and the humans have not threatened the planets or their populations in any way once they surrendered.”
“At the current time we are not at war with the humans. They claim they are only responding to attacks from our forces into their territory, and their proof is convincing. If the Imperial forces attack the withdrawing human fleet, I can see no other outcome than all-out war between our two nations. Coming now, at a time when the Alliance is fractured and communications are crippled, such a war would be disastrous, even if it ends in our victory. Therefore, I intend to oppose the Imperial fleet should they attempt to attack the humans. I understand how hard this will be. Those officers and crews over there are our people. Friends. Maybe even family. But we can’t allow their actions to draw the entire Alliance into a war it does not want and shouldn’t be fighting! We must oppose this, or the rest of the Alliance will judge our race harshly for what we’ve done to the Alliance. We mustn’t allow the corrupt aristocrats of this so-called “Empire” to draw us into war and treason! We must provide an example of loyalty to the Alliance as a whole, for our people and for the Alliance!”
It started slowly, but then gather steam quickly. First one, then another, and then dozens of D’Bringi on the flag bridge were on their feet, cheering and shouting “ALLIANCE! ALLIANCE!” The same cheer could be heard coming from the open comms channels to the rest of the fleet. G’tak turned to his console and opened a channel to the Fighter Group Leader. “Launch the fighters!”
The 6th Fleet detachment under Large Group Leader G’Tak launched its fighters, after which G’Tak opened a channel to the Imperial leader. “Large Group Leader Throat Slasher, the humans are retreating. We should let them retreat to give the Alliance Council time to resolve the dispute without more bloodshed.”
Large Group Leader Throat Slasher’s face was set. “We cannot allow the humans to leave when we have the advantage. If they reequip their carriers with fighters, or meet up with reinforcements, then we may not be able to keep them away from the colonies they have threatened to destroy! We must defend the colonies!”
“They have had months to attack the colonies, and could have done so with complete impunity, but have not. Even the colonial leaders are saying that they behaved with honor and respect for local lives.” G’Tak paused, gathering his thoughts. “Throat slasher, you must see it. We are balanced on the precipice. So far, the damage has been limited to a few hundred lives on each side, and some lost resources. This can be stopped, here and now, before it gains a life of its own and becomes uncontrollable. Help me stop it!”
The other commander sat silently for a few seconds, but then shook his head. “It is too late for that. I do what I must.” The monitor died, and with it G’Tak’s hope that the situation would be resolved without further bloodshed.
Imperial Large Group Leader Throat Slasher knew what he must do. If the Empire was going to have a chance to survive, he must take out G’Tak’s flagship. He had only three battle cruisers and three heavy cruisers against the 6th Fleet’s six battlecruisers and six heavy cruisers, and his fighters were outnumbered, but he only had to take out G’Tak’s flagship. If he could do that, he could convince the rest of the captains to follow him against the humans. It was a desperate gamble, but it was all he had left. “All fighters will advance on the 6th Fleet and attack the flagship. All ships, open fire on the 6th Fleet flagship immediately!”
“Sir, the Imperial fighters are turning towards us!”
G’Tak glanced at the plot. His force was positioned three light seconds from the Imperial fleet. “Send our fighters out to meet them.” G’Tak could taste the bile in his mouth, but he would do what he had to do to avoid another needless war with the humans.
As the Imperial fighters turned towards the 6th Fleet detachment, Throat-Slasher’s three HET laser equipped heavy cruisers opened fire on G’Tak’s ship. Five of the heavy cruiser’s lasers hit G’Tak’s command battlecruiser, slicing into its armor.
G’Tak opened the all-ships channel on his console. “All ships, return fire and began evasive maneuvers. Let them come to us.”
Throat-Slasher’s three battlecruisers were out of range of their older energy beams, and so they turned towards the 6th Fleet ships and closed the range. Meanwhile, the two fighter forces came together in between the two fleets in a cataclysmic orgy of destruction. One hundred and seventeen Imperial fighters faced one hundred and eighty-six 6th Fleet fighters. The Imperial fighters were loaded for an anti-shipping strike, and so were forced to expend their close attack missiles against their opponents, while the 6th Fleet fighters were armed for anti-fighter work. Both sides tore into their opposites with a fury that could only be explained by the betrayal each felt. When the furball dissipated, only eighty fighters remained, all belonging to the 6th Fleet. With no enemy fighters left, and no anti-ship weaponry, they were forced to return to their carriers to rearm.
The two fleets had been engaging each other as the fighters fought it out. The two sides had closed to two light seconds, and were within range of all of their weapons. LGL Throat Slasher’s battlecruiser group focused its energy weapons on G’Tak’s battlecruiser, stripping away most of its shields. In return, G’Tak’s battlecruiser group salvoed their capital missiles and heavy force beams, smashing the command BC’s shields and damaging its armor. Throat-Slasher’s laser armed heavy cruisers cut through the tattered remains of G’Tak’s armor and began chewing into the ship, although the damage was light, so far. At G’Tak’s orders, all of the 6th Fleet ships focused their fire on Throat-Slasher’s command ship. The Imperial BC weathered the fire well, with its data-group’s point defense knocking most of the missiles targeted on the big ship out, but the elite datagroup of force-beam equipped 6th Fleet heavy cruisers ended the Imperial flagship’s run. The 6th Fleet heavy cruisers were equipped with the Alliance’s latest technology, and each mounted two capital force beams and a spinal force beam. The elite crews on the heavy cruisers hit the Imperial flagship with all nine weapons, gutting it, leaving it drifting through space, drive field down, a hulk with no life support and only a single weapons mount remaining.
G’tak opened a comms channel to the Imperial force. “Your flagship is out of action. Break off and retreat! I will allow you to return to Stahat pending a determination from the Alliance as to the status of the D’Bringi Empire. Do not force me to destroy you!”
The Imperial forces ignored the offer and continued to close the range, firing as they came. The near destruction of their flagship, and the death or incapacitation of their leader seemed to fuel their desire to close the range.
G’Tak’s advanced force beam equipped cruisers smashed a second approaching Imperial battlecruiser. On the Imperial side, as they attempted to return fire, found that they had entered within range of the 6th Fleet’s advanced battlecruisers, which were equipped with datalink jamming systems. Under the onslaught of jamming, the Imperial’s datalinks went down, forcing them to fire on their targets individually. They were close enough, though, that their heavy lasers were doing a tremendous amount of damage, and G’Tak’s flagship began taking heavy damage. Even as the lasers began chewing into G’Tak’s flagship, the three older 6th Fleet battlecruisers fired their energy beams at one of the Imperial laser-equipped cruisers and their plasma guns at the second. The heavy cruiser targeted by the energy beams was heavily damaged, with little but its life support left, but the plasma packets largely missed their target, leaving it with its armor mostly intact. That ship, having survived the plasma attack, targeted G’Tak’s ship with its heavy lasers and gutted the 6th Fleet flagship, leaving it a burning, broken, wreck.
The two remaining more or less intact Imperial ships plunged to point blank range of the 6th Fleet ships, forcing them to drop their engine modulation to keep the Imperials out of their blindspot. The first ships to fire were the 6th Fleet’s elite advanced force beam ships, and they swatted the approaching cruiser out of space and crippled the remaining battlecruiser. The Imperial battlecruiser fired its remaining three energy beams, taking out the shields on a 6th Fleet battlecruiser, then it was swarmed by a sprint-mode missile salvo from the other 6th Fleet cruisers. The battle was over.
Three Imperial warships remained, broken and leaking atmosphere. Meanwhile, their six carriers and fifteen corvette-carriers were retreating. The 6th Fleet contingent’s second in command, Assistant Large Group Leader J’Ton, was unwilling to let them go, as the Imperial warships had been unwilling to break off when they had the chance. Once their fighters were rearmed, he sent them out to round up the carriers and bring them back to join his ships.
On board the Union flagship, Admiral Carstairs watched in amazement as the ships of the D’Bringi fleet began firing on each other. The battle was over quickly, with one side being mostly wiped out. Several minutes later her comms officer signaled that a message was incoming. She gestured for the officer to put it up on the command deck’s central monitor, and the screen came to life to show a D’Bringi officer in a standard Alliance harness. Notably, this was not the same D’Bringi officer she had spoken with earlier.
“Union fleet, you are to withdraw to the Laramie system, as you call it. Do not enter this system again or the Alliance will consider it an act of war. Your complaints of D’Bringi attacks into your territory have been heard, and your evidence will be provided to the Alliance Council. I cannot promise that the Alliance Council will be willing to talk, but if you do not take any further aggressive action, I’m sure that the situation can be resolved peacefully.”
Admiral Carstairs activated her recorder. “Agreed. We will withdraw to the Laramie system, as requested. We will look forward to receiving representatives of the Alliance government, should the negotiations be held there.” She paused. “May I inquire as to the health of the officer I spoke with before?”
“Leader G’Tak survived the destruction of his flagship and is being conveyed to my ship as we speak. He thanks you for your concern.”
The two fleets drew apart while carefully watching one another. Three Alliance corvette-carriers shadowed the withdrawing Union ships, but kept their distance. Both sides sent out a large number of CD’s to their home bases. The Alliance force sent their CD’s, not back towards the sector capital of Stahat, which was controlled by the D’Bringi Empire, but rather on a heading towards the outer system where, as far as the Union forces knew, nothing existed. This confirmed for Admiral Carstairs the fact that what she had long feared was true, that the Alliance had other warp point chains that led to this system. The Union had finally gotten survey ships to the system to look for more warp points, but now they were retreating with the fleet, leaving the survey unfinished.