A Savage War Of Peace (Ark Royal Book 5)

A Savage War of Peace

 

(Ark Royal, Book V)

Christopher G. Nuttall

 

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On her maiden voyage, HMS
Warspite
discovered Vesy, a world populated by primitive aliens, aliens whose culture had already been twisted and warped by human refugees from the First Interstellar War.  Now, Captain John Naiser and his crew spearhead a diplomat mission to the alien homeworld, hoping to ease them into the galactic mainstream.

 

But with hundreds of others hoping to influence and shape the developing alien culture, and all hell threatening to break loose as human ideals meet alien realities, events on Vesy might just mark the start of a new interstellar conflict ...

 

... And a civil war that will tear the human sphere apart.

 

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Author’s Note

 

As always, comments, spelling/grammar corrections and suchlike are warmly welcomed.  I trade cameos in exchange for all such suggestions.

 

CGN

Prologue (I)

 

From:
Professor Scott Nordstrom, Dept. Of Xenobiology, Edinburgh University

To:
Admiral Percy Finnegan, First Space Lord

Subject:
The Vesy, Political Implications

Classification:
Top Secret, Eyes-Only UK

 

Admiral.

 

As per your request, the Department has composed a long report based on our analysis of the reports from HMS
Warspite
.  Data was, of course, limited; neither
Warspite’s
crew nor the Russian refugees (or their slaves) were trained observers, let alone alien research specialists.  However, our conclusions have been filed and forwarded to you and the working committee.

 

That said, there are certain political implications that must be brought to your attention.

 

We believe the Vesy are not, by any definition of the term, a threat to humanity.  As far as can be determined from the orbital observations of their homeworld and the limited studies conducted on the ground, they were at roughly 1400s-level when contacted by the Russians and literally had nothing more advanced than swords, pikes and spears (they
had
invented the wheel).  The Russians introduced gunpowder and, perhaps more importantly, human-style military tactics and political institutions, but nothing that could allow the aliens to pose a threat to their colony, let alone the rest of the human sphere.  It is, of course, impossible to be sure just how quickly they would develop, with the knowledge that certain technologies are possible.  We believe, however, that we will have around 200 years before the Vesy start experimenting with crude rockets, assuming they remain isolated from the rest of the galaxy.

 

I do not believe they will be permitted to remain isolated for long.

 

Their system represents a treasure trove for human exploration, research and development.  It is well known, thanks to the World Court hearings in Geneva, that their system possesses no less than seven tramlines, three alien-grade.  As the Vesy lack both a unified planetary government and a space-based presence of their own, they are literally unable to prevent human factions (or the Tadpoles, for that matter) from passing through their system at will.  Furthermore, studies of the Vesy themselves (and a biosphere that is very different from Earth’s) may bring huge rewards to the nations and corporations that start long-term research programs.  Indeed, their viewpoints on technology may suggest new ways to expand and refine our own technological development, in much the same way as direct contact with the Tadpoles helped us to progress around perceived roadblocks and develop new technologies.  There may be a considerable demand for Vesy researchers to work in human labs; if not now, then soon.

 

This will, obviously, lead to charges of exploitation.  We have already seen demands, most notably from the Friendship League, that we should basically start a massive knowledge transfer program to assist the Vesy in learning to use modern technology.  Many such NGOs have already committed themselves to preventing human exploitation of the Vesy.  Others have seen their living conditions, which may be described as primitive, and insist that it is our duty - the so-called ‘Human Race’s Burden’ - to uplift the Vesy, on the grounds we know better than themselves what is good for them.  Given that the basic tests determined that the general level of Vesy intelligence was comparable to human intelligence, it is unlikely they will take such a condescending attitude in good part.  They may be primitive, but they are not children.

 

However, the introduction of relatively minor pieces of technology by the Russians caused a considerable amount of upheaval in their society.  Introducing everything from modern medicine and weapons to computers and starships would turn their society upside down, literally.  Their system of government would probably be shattered, all the more so if human social ideas are introduced.  We might see disasters along the lines of Cortez’s invasion of the Aztec Empire, the Pakistani Uprising or even the European Winter. 

 

Ideally, we should make no further contact with the Vesy.  No matter how well-intentioned, contact between an advanced society and a primitive one is often disastrous for both.  The former becomes smug and arrogant, confident in its own superiority; the latter falls apart or collapses into a society-wide depression and inferiority complex.  I do not believe, however, that humanity will leave the Vesy alone.  Even if the British Government bans all further contact with the aliens, the remainder of the world’s governments may have other ideas (and, of course, our NGOs will demand action and involvement in ‘assisting’ the Vesy).

 

With that in mind, sir, I have the following recommendations ...

Prologue (II)

 

The bunker was buried ten miles below Delhi, so deep that nothing short of a major asteroid strike could hope to disturb the bunker and its inhabitants.  There was no chance, General Anjeet Patel knew, of any outsiders being able to spy on the nerve centre of Indian Government, not given the sheer level of security built up around the bunker.  The government could muster its forces, direct its military and hold secret diplomatic discussions, all in total secrecy.  Indeed, it was hoped that hardly anyone outside India even knew of the bunker’s existence.

 

He stopped outside a mirrored door and waited, knowing he was being observed, his body scanned for bugs, implants and other surprises.  His face looked back at him; dark skin, a short neatly-trimmed beard, a green uniform and a dagger hanging from his belt, a tradition the Indian military had adopted during the Age of Unrest, when an attack could start at any time.  There was a long pause, then the door hissed open, revealing a barren conference compartment.  It was empty, save for a table, a set of chairs, a drinks machine and a holographic projector.  He stepped inside and saluted as the Prime Minister came into view.

 

“Prime Minister,” Anjeet said.

 

“General,” Prime Minister Mohandas Singh said.  “Welcome to the lair.”

 

He tapped a switch and the door hissed closed behind Anjeet.  “Take a seat,” he added, briskly.  “We don’t have much time.”

 

“Yes, sir,” Anjeet said.

 

He sat down and took a moment to study the Prime Minister.  Singh was an old man, having served in the government for most of his adult life, but his mind was clearly as sharp as ever, despite the calamities that Earth had suffered over the past decade.  Who would have believed that there was such a thing as
aliens
?  Who would have believed that a powerful interstellar race would wage war on humanity?  Even now, with a second alien race known to exist, Anjeet still had trouble getting his head around it.  The once-boundless immensity of space, just waiting for human expansion, now seemed confined and restricted.

 

“I assume you’ve read the classified reports from Vesy,” Singh said, without preamble.  “The existence of a second alien race offers us an unexpected opportunity.”

 

“Yes, sir,” Anjeet said.

 

“The Great Powers,” Singh added, “are seriously considering declaring the entire system under quarantine.  This is not, of course, acceptable to us.”

 

Anjeet nodded, bitterly.  India had done well to survive, when the Age of Unrest had washed over the planet, but she hadn’t kept up with the Great Powers.  Britain, France, America, Russia, China ... they’d dominated the march into space, then the quest to settle as many worlds as possible.  They’d set the rules and, deliberately or otherwise, they’d made it almost impossible for any of the smaller powers to match their expansion.  The sheer mass of power they’d accumulated for themselves made them the masters of the universe.

 

But the Great Powers had been weakened, badly.

 

India had fought in the war, of course, fought on the human side.  But India had had fewer ships and fewer colony worlds and so the Great Powers had taken the brunt of the conflict.  It hadn't taken long for the Indian Government - and the other nations that bitterly resented being relegated to second-class status - to see how this situation could be turned to their advantage.  For the first time in fifty years, there was a very real chance of catching up and surpassing the Great Powers. 

 

They still have more ships, but most of them are old
, Anjeet thought. 
We have newer ships built with technology we learned from the Tadpoles.  The balance of power may even be in our favour.

 

“It is critically important that we weaken the bonds between the Great Powers,” Singh continued, “and Vesy provides a unique opportunity to drive a wedge between them.  The Russians are already crippled; a dispute over the finer points of interstellar law can only make matters worse for the Great Powers.  Their alliance was not exactly based on mutual trust and respect.”

 

Anjeet smiled.  The Chinese and Americans had almost gone to war twice, before the Tadpoles had materialised out of the depths of space to wage war on humanity.  It wouldn't take much to set them at each other’s throats, at least outside the Sol System itself.  No one really wanted to violate the Solar Treaty, not now.  There was simply too much at stake ... and besides, the Solar Treaty actually worked in India’s favour.  How long would it last, he asked himself, when the Great Powers realised they’d tied their hands behind their backs?

 

“The first part of your mission is simple,” Singh told him.  “You are to do whatever is necessary to take control of Vesy, preferably by working with alien factions on the ground and assisting them to secure their grip on the planet.  Our long-term objective is to enter into an alliance with the Vesy, one that will be upheld by the body of international law that has developed since we started our advance into space.”

 

“Yes, Prime Minister,” Anjeet said.

 

He smiled, coldly.  If half the reports were true, the Vesy were in a permanent state of war - and the Russians had made matters worse by introducing everything from gunpowder to metalworking and human military tactics.  It would be simplicity itself, particularly with the aid of the Russian files, to find a faction that wanted human assistance.  And once that faction was firmly allied with India, they’d have the weapons and supplies they needed to conquer the entire planet.

 

“The second part of your mission is much more complex,” Singh continued.  “When the time comes, you will take the first steps in forcing the Great Powers to grant us - and our allies - a seat on the table.  Your orders have already been prepared for you, General.  Ships have been assigned to your command.  All you will need to do is open your sealed orders and proceed as planned.”

 

Anjeet took a breath.  He’d taken part in the planning sessions, when the original scheme had been conceived and developed.  The Vesy hadn't changed much, he knew; their existence merely serving as the trigger for a confrontation that could see India raised to the ranks of the Great Powers or plunged down into a second Age of Unrest.  It was always hard to predict which way the Great Powers would jump, after all, and if they
all
allied against India ...

 

But Russia is already broken
, he thought, coolly. 
China and France licking their wounds after the war.  That just leaves Britain and America ... and their allies
.

 

“I understand, Prime Minister,” he said.  “When do I leave?”

 

“As soon as possible,” Singh said.  “And good luck.”

 

Anjeet nodded.  He’d need it.

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