Scorched Earth: (The Human Chronicles Saga Book #16) (14 page)

“But this time it’ll be a simple strafe and run…maybe a couple of runs. I want the mane-heads running scared. Pogo, how did the boards hold up?”

“Extremely well. Leaving eight seconds between discharges helped. All systems nominal.”

Adam laughed. “You
have
been studying Humankind, haven’t you?”

“You’re an interesting species. I haven’t had this much fun in three billion years.”

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself. Mister Tarazi, plot a course for Visidor. We have some havoc to wreck.”

Chapter 14

It was a nine hour series of hops to reach the planet Visidor. Four months earlier, Adam and Riyad had spent a couple of days on the jungle-covered world, fighting Juireans and dinosaurs before escaping. The traitorous Copernicus Smith had been the catalyst in their being on the planet, as well as all that transpired leading to up Smith selling them off to the Klin for an undisclosed—yet substantial—amount of money. Two weeks of incredible torture followed before the pair—along with their alien friends, Kaylor and Jym—were rescued by a large Human strike force. Hundreds of dedicated warriors lost their lives that day when the huge Klin Colony ship exploded only moments after Adam and Riyad were rocketed off the station.

Avenging their deaths was a debt Adam was determined to extract from Copernicus Smith someday—hopefully in blood. But that would have to wait for another time. First there was the matter of rescuing Sherri Valentine and Arieel Bol.

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The
Vengeance
dropped out of the last jump only four hundred thousand miles from Visidor. A quick scan showed five Juireans warships in orbit—four 3’s and a 4. Paulson had his laser batteries charged and ready for the first pass, which happened before any of the warships could raise their shields. Before Adam popped out of local space, two of the alien ships had exploded while the other three took direct hits.

But Adam wasn’t through. Knowing they could do short hops, he reversed course and came back for another pass. As he appeared for a second time, he was amused to see two of the ships try to activate their shields. Having been damaged during the first pass, energy readouts showed sporadic charges, before most of the shields failed completely,. The second swipe took out the remaining three vessels without a single defensive bolt being launched in their direction.

Without leaving Visidor space, Adam guided the
Vengeance
toward the surface. There was only one main spaceport on the planet, and that near the city of Swiv. Nine enemy ships had been located there; now they were lifting, leaving long trails of chemical exhaust in the skies above the city.

From the high ground, Tom Paulson riddled the rising starships with laser beams of intense plasma energy. Four fell back to the surface, with three crashing into the city in fireballs of death and destruction. The five remaining ships achieved orbit and spread out; however, only one tried to engage the Human warship, and was promptly turned into a fireball of its own. The four other ships raced away, knowing they were outmatched.  Riyad plotted intercept courses using the jump-drive, and an hour later all but one of the Juirean ships were destroyed.

The
Vengeance
now closed on the last remaining ship. To Adam’s surprise—and edification—the vessel slowed and turned. He pulled back on the stick, and within minutes the two ships were sitting face to face, separated by only six hundred miles.

“What’s he doing?” Travis asked.

“Probably getting the courage up to make one last stand,” Tom Paulson replied.

Adam had already activated the ballistic weapons system, ready to unleash a rain of speeding lead projectiles at the Juirean warcraft. He was tired of the relatively clean and surgical laser beams. He wanted to see some shredding of an alien hull.

“They’re powering up. Looks like they intend to ram us,” Riyad noted

“Good luck with that,” said Travis.

And then the Class-3 accelerated, both by gravity-well and chemical drive. The distance between the two ships closed rapidly—almost too rapidly for the crew—all except Adam.

With steely grit, he held off firing until the very last moment. Then he pressed the trigger on his control stick.

None of the crew could see the actual rounds streaming through space, but they did see their effect. The front of the Juirean starship ripped apart, breaking into thousands of pieces of sharp shrapnel as the craft was unzipped down the centerline. Momentum carried it forward, as the
Vengeance
was buffeted with debris strikes. The Class-3 broke in two, with both halves passing within a hundred feet of the
Vengeance
. In the blink of eye, they were gone, having disappeared into the vast emptiness of space.

“That was…unnecessary,” Riyad commented.

“I thought you were going to say
thrilling
,” Adam replied back.

“Yeah that, too.”

Chapter 15

Captain Davis Morris carried his cup of steaming coffee onto the bridge and sat in his command chair. He lifted the hot liquid to his lips and took a cautionary sip. He was still shaking off the cobwebs from a good night’s sleep. The coffee would help.

Ensign Callie Jacobson came up to his chair and handed him a datapad.

“Good morning, ensign, anything to report?”

“Good morning, sir,” replied the young, dark-haired officer. She was slightly plump, and the buttons of her kakis strained over her bosom. “Not much to report…except some unusual movement along the Juirean lines.”

“Ensign, after a couple of months of border duty, any movement by the Juireans is unusual. What’s going on?”

“They seem to be shifting position, sir.”

Morris tensed. Command had been expecting an invasion by the mane-heads once their forces had been sufficiently enhanced. For a couple of months beforehand, Juirean ships had been added to the line. The buildup ended a week ago. Had the Juireans reached the point where they felt they ready?

“A consolidation?”

“No, sir. They appear to be just moving their ships from place to place.”

“But not to a staging area?”

Ensign Jacobson shook her head.

“Do we have a count?”

“I can get one, sir, but the way they’re moving around, it’ll be hard to get a true number.”

“Get it anyway.”

After the officer left, Morris forgot about his coffee, instead staring out the forward viewport while trying to figure out what the mane-heads were up to. Moving troops along a static line was a classic maneuver…when trying to conceal your numbers. In fact it was used to trick your opponent into believing you had more than you had. But why would the Juireans be doing that? They already had two times the forces the Union had aligned along the border.

Ensign Jacobson returned a moment later. “It’s even stranger, Captain,” she said. “If the numbers are right, there’s been a thirty percent reduction in opposing forces since two days ago.”

“And we have no indication if they’re being grouped for an invasion?”

“None, sir. Intel does report gravity trails heading back into the Frontier, but away from the border.”

“So the mane-head are only holding a slight numerical superiority facing us now?”

“It would appear so, sir.”

Morris slipped out of his chair. “Thank you, ensign. Monitor the situation closely, with particular attention to Juirean strength and density. See if there are any areas along the border that are thinner than others. I’ll be in CIC if you need me. And have Commander Said join me there.”

“Yes, sir.”

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 “So where are they going, if not to mass for an invasion?”

Lieutenant-Commander Omar Said was the XO of the Union Starship
Monitor
, and a fiery young officer of boundless energy. He was a man of action, and the last two months of mind-numbing border duty had been torture for him.

Two months before, the
Monitor
had led an armada of nearly a hundred Union warships from in and around the Luminis Cluster back over the border and without firing a shot. They were escorted by a smaller Juirean force and were under orders not to engage. That was only days after the mane-heads annexed the Frontier and a week before they declared war on the Union. At the time, there was no justification for a fight. Now, if any Juireans crossed the border, they were authorized to fire.

It had been agonizing watching the Juireans add thousands of warships to their border force, while the Humans and their Union allies were maxed out with what was already there. Sending
all
allied forces to the Kidis would have left open the region around The Fringe, as well as inviting an attack on the Union from above the plane. Ample forces also had to be left in reserve around Earth to deter a pre-emptive strike on the Human homeworld, something the Juireans were not above contemplating.

As the enemy forces built up along the Kidis Frontier, it didn’t take a military genius to realize that when the invasion came, there would be very little the frontline defenders could do to stop it. They would be tasked with a stalling tactic, sacrificing themselves until more forces could be moved up to plug the hole. The Humans and their allies didn’t have the resources to fight a multi-front war with the Juireans, only selective engagements with the best chance of success.

This wasn’t something the Humans were used to; however, the Sol-Kor war had taken a terrible toll on the once mighty war machine of Earth. They emerged victorious in that conflict, if diminished. The mane-heads quickly moved in to exploit the situation.

But now the Juireans were disguising the fact that they’d pulled forces from the line. Why?

Captain Morris was attempting to link with distant Earth, with his XO at his side. A series of clocks on the wall of the comm center showed shipboard time, Earth Command time and Juirean time—for some reason. It was four am in Phoenix.

Admiral Morton Hollingsworth came on the screen. He had dressed in a paisley-print robe and what hair he had remaining on his head was ruffled and standing on end. His eyes were mere slits. There was an inset screen showing the face of Admiral Curtis Logan, Morris’s area commander, whom he’d contacted first.

“What is it, Admiral?” Hollingsworth asked with no irritation in his voice. He knew that if one of his area commanders was contacting him at this hour, it had to be important.

“Sorry to bother you, Admiral, but Captain Morris reports a thirty percent drop in Juirean forces along the border over the past two days.”

“Good morning, Captain,” said Hollingsworth, addressing Davis. “Do you think this is a prelude to invasion?”

“No sir, I don’t. The ships they’re pulling are heading back into the Frontier, and apparently in a hurry.”

“Curt, do we have any actions taking place within Kidis at this time?”

“No, sir, we don’t. But after receiving Captain Morris’s link, I checked with some of our local assets. There does appear to be something going on, although I don’t know exactly what.”

“Explain.”

“There are reports from as far away as Incus of attacks on Juirean ships. We just got a new one about Visidor—wherever that is. And then another from Worak-nin.”

Hollingsworth came awake instantly. “You said Worak-nin?”

“Yessir. Not as big of an action as on Incus, but something that still resulted in Juirean casualties. Does this mean anything to you?”

“You’ve heard the news about Captain Cain stealing a prototype warship?”

“Yessir…but.”

“He was going to Worak-nin to rescue what remained of Admiral Tobias’s team left there.”

“But…he has only one ship. The reports out of Incus along speak of the Juireans losing twenty-two ships, including the only Class-7 in the Frontier.”

“I’m not sure what it means, gentlemen, but I’m going to find out. If this is Cain, then he’s found a way to power the prototype to its fullest potential. This is both good and bad. It’s good because he’s able to destroy Juirean ships at will. It’s bad if the Juireans get their hands on the ship. We need more information.”

“What about the thinning of the line, sir?” Morris asked. “This could be our chance to take back some territory?”

“Hold onto that thought for a while, Captain, at least until I find out if it really is Captain Cain out there kicking Juirean butt. Frankly, it sounds like something he’d be doing.”

“Then doesn’t he deserve support from the rest of us, sir” said Omar Said.

“Always itching for a fight, aren’t you commander?” said Hollingsworth with a grin. “That may happen, but not before we know what Captain Cain is up to. If he has recovered the team on Worak-nin, then why hasn’t he returned to Union space? And what the hell was he doing way out on Incus? Curtis, monitor the local situation closely. If this thinning of the line is permanent, then we might have an opening. But if it’s just a temporary thing as they go slap a mosquito from their arm, we’d be foolish to escalate.”

“The latest count has the Juireans losing nearly forty ships in the past week. That’s a substantial attrition rate,” said Admiral Logan.

“I agree, and if Cain is behind this, then we’ll be behind him one hundred percent. But patience, men. At least until I have my breakfast.”