Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Prologue Two

Royal Vupline Authority Tritan F, hangar bay

The crew of the Tritan helped guide the three fighter craft in safely. Three Nighthawk fighter craft, recently commissioned by the Royal Vulpine Shipyards, these first three fighters were issued to three bounty hunters of the Royal Vulpine Authority. Lead by Left-tenant Senia Felix, a recent Academy graduate filled with potential, she and her partners, Corporal Clarfax Billings and Corporal Hardy Maynard, had already made a name for themselves capturing dangerous criminals. At times the three had to transfer prisoners into Pantheran space, as the Authority would assist the Pantheran Central Council in capturing wanted fugitives. Any criminal in the system that posed a threat to one of the planets was fair game for any bounty hunter.

The three ships powered down and waited until the hangar bay had air vented and filled again, then the cockpit shields opened and the three pilots scrambled out. Felix began dragging out one individual from her ship’s prisoner slot, a modification that other Nighthawk craft didn’t have. Billings and Maynard assisted, waving over several guards as they did. All three pilots had bright orange fur with white markings, and even with the business they were involved in, it seemed they tried to keep their tails in pristine condition. The prisoner, a large Jackai who looked like he’d suffered a bit of the mange, struggled and growled as he jumped down to the tarmac, but thought better of escape when he saw the number of phaser rifles pointing at him. He merely looked back at the three bounty hunters and scowled before the guards dragged him off to the brig.

An ensign approached, carrying a data pad that she hurriedly wrote down upon. She had the standard uniform of a low ranking member of the Vulpine Fleet, the white of the uniform complimenting her white fur and tail. “Been looking for that one for quite some time,” she announced as she approached the three. “Mad Howler’s been causing a lot of trouble in the neutral territories on Lupinia.”

“He got thloppy,” Felix replied, her voice somewhat quiet to hide her speech impediment. “We aided Red Thtreak and her crew when the Thifter wath delivering medical thupplieth to the Jayna tribeth. Howler felt that would be the betht time to attack.”

“Not exactly a smart one,” Billings spoke up. “His entire pack was as dim as dirt.”

“Soon as we captured Howler, the rest disappeared into the desert,” Maynard added.

“Jutht glad we’ll be on leave after thith,” Senia remarked as she looked to the other pilots. They all nodded quickly in agreement. It had been a long run chasing after Howler.

“I wouldn’t get too excited about that,” the ensign informed them as she handed over the data pad. Senia took it and read over the instructions, sighing as she handed it to Billings and Maynard. “Admiral Tor Clarendale has ordered you to stand down, but you will stay on board the Tritan until he has completed the current discussions at the Lupine Council Chambers at the Protectorate Hub. There’s a nasty bit of business with the Jackai that I’m sure you’ve heard about. Increased attacks and a coordination the likes which we’ve never seen before. Most take place in the Wayfarer’s Belt, otherwise the Authority would dispatch destroyers to take care of the mess.”

“I athume they are attacking merchant vethelth,” Senia remarked as she handed the data pad back to the ensign. “We’re not being athked to go after them alone, are we? I know we’re capable, but three fighter craft alone aren’t a match for even a Jackai ship.”

“The Admiral never went into details,” the ensign informed them. “But I am aware that a Pantheran delegation has arrived to join the talks. Seems they are having just as much trouble as we are. Must be important for them as well, as they’ve sent Admiral Felan Tal’s ship, the Tiger’s Pride.”

The three pilots only looked one another, then watched as ground crews made sure the three Nighthawks were secured and prepared for refueling and rearming. Eventually, they made their way to the ship proper, knowing that all would be revealed eventually.

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December 4, 2011 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: Lupine Star System, NaNoWriMo, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Prologue One

I came up with these two parts after I finished the other forty parts.

Critainian Orbital Garden Research Station

A small group gathered outside of the dock that lead to the cargo cruiser, the Barrow’s Revenge. Some were merely passengers on short transport to the Royal Vulpine Shipyards, while others were bartering for longer passage to Canin, past the asteroid belt known as the Wayfarer’s Belt. Often on cruisers like the Revenge, those wanting long passage usually expected they would be working a temporary position as part of the crew. Such was the case for one white Pantheran named Snow Fall.

Snow Fall, or Snowy to her close friends, was small in size compared to many Pantherans. This outward difference was not her only unique aspect, as she was one who craved knowledge. Thus, why she was studying horticulture at the orbital gardens. The Critainians were some of the best agriculturalists in the system, often compared with the Lupine. However, Critainians entire diet consisted of vegetables and fruits, whereas the Lupine not only grew their own food, they also hunted for it. This made for a good case to study with the farmers of this humid planet.

Now with her studies complete, she was ready to return to Canin and share some of what she learned with her family and a few members of the pride they lived in. Snowy’s was a unique pride, in that they were the few Pantherans that ate only vegetables and fruits. Who better to learn about growing food and dietary needs than the Critainians. Now it was time to return home, and the only vessel in the sector that was heading to Canin was the Revenge.

She, along with five others, all of them Critainians, waited while the ship’s bosun gathered their flight information together. These six were a group that was heading on a long distance trip. As far as Snowy knew, the five Critainians were going to drop off on Lupinia, where the Revenge had a scheduled stop with the Wolves of the North. Odd, how these lizards would go to the cold climate of the desert planets northern pole. Eventually, the bosun appeared, holding a data pad that he read from. A Lupine, with pure white fur, not much different than Snowy’s.

“Over here, everyone,” the bosun called out. “For those who don’t know, I’m the bosun. You can call me White Fang. Or Fanger, most everyone else on board does. Unless you happen to be Captain Clarendale, then it’s Mr. Fang.” He eyed the six carefully for a moment before continuing. “However, seeing how you do not appear to be Captain Clarendale, I don’t think you have to be that formal. I’ve gone over everyone’s clearance and from my end, it’s all good to go. Once I give you a detail, please see the ship’s medical. Run by Dr. Re. He can be a bit of a stick in the mud, but he’s a first rate Doc.”

White Fang began the process of informing each member what their duties would be while on board, handed them a data pad with the information, and sent them on their way. All this was done with the usual amount of conversation White Fang carried on while going through this kind of detail. Eventually he came to Snowy.

“Hi there,” he said with his usual grin, nodded to Snowy and punched a few buttons on his data pad. “Says here, you’ve been studying at the garden for the past two years.” He looked up from his data pad and directly to Snowy. “Long time. Never could get used to the humidity myself.”

“Well, yeah, it’s a bit different in the orbital gardens as compared to the surface of Critainia,” Snowy replied with a chuckle. “And I’m personally not one for mud baths. I can completely understand it’s a big cultural thing for Critainians, but not for me.”

“Believe it or not, I can totally empathize with that, Miss Snow,” White Fang said with a nod.

“Um, Snowy’s just fine, really,” she replied.

“Ah! Gotcha!” White Fang replied with a nod. “I’ll leave it a little less formal, because if you happen to talk to the Captain at any great length, you’ll get called ‘Miss Snow’ quite a bit. Now, it says here,” he stated as he went back to his data pad. “You came in on the Lionid’s Pride cargo cruiser.”

“I worked on long range sensors and the weapons array for the ship,” Snowy replied.

“That’s good,” White Fang replied with a nod. “Knowing the reputation this old girl has, she’s got a target on her. Not that we’re sitting ducks, mind you. We’ve got a pretty stingy crew.”

“Oh, I’m familiar with the Revenge,” Snowy said with a grin. “A ship like that gets her reputation and people like me get interested in her history. Aside from my studies here, I’d pop down planet side and read through the Critainian library. They’ve got a lot of information about the Revenge, even some of those books that Vulpine authors write.”

“Good to know,” White Fang said, quite impressed with what he was hearing. “So, with your background and your studies, I’ve got a couple of places to put you. We usually double up, especially now with only six of you. If we do manage to get into a bit of trouble we’ll need a good gunner. I took the liberty to contact Urial with the Pride and he recommended you.” He looked up from his data pad. “Guess you guys got into a bit of trouble through the Run, huh?” Snowy nodded and smiled, confirming Fanger’s question. “The other place I’ll have you working will be in the kitchen with Mr. Krillis. Krilly to most everyone on board. He’s our cook. And with your studies, I thought it might work out well. Krilly’s a good cook, but sometimes we need a change in pace with our menus.” He gave Snowy a wink and a smile. “Maybe you could help him out with that.”

“Sure,” Snowy replied with a nod. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“I think that covers about everything, then,” Fanger replied as he tucked the data pad into a satchel. “Oh, one thing. If you’re not used to it, keep in mind this is technically a Vulpine vessel. So, expect to hear the call for tea every mid morning and mid afternoon. You can pretty much set your clock to it, and Captain Clarendale is a stickler for tradition. Anyway,” he said as he took one of Snowy’s bags and tossed it over his shoulder. “I’ll direct you to crew quarters and introduce you to Krillis and then you can get yourself settled. We’ll have a stop at the Shipyards, and then the long journey to Canin. Welcome aboard the Barrow’s Revenge, Miss Snow.”

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December 3, 2011 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: Lupine Star System, NaNoWriMo, prose, Science fiction, Writing | 1 Comment »

Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Forty-one

Captain’s Quarters, Barrows Revenge

All evidence had been handed over to Pantheran Central Council. Eye witness reports were issued to the different heads of state for the Pantheran territories. Admiral Felan Tal offered his suggestion for what to do with Riktar, which involved a court martial for disobeying direct orders, breach of Lupine Treaties law, and insubordination.

Senia Felix and Clarfax Billings would both have to move on without Maynard, the trio now just a duo. But at least they now had a place to call home. They could continue their duties to the Authority, and they could learn even more from a staunch veteran like Dawkins. And Dawkins would get a couple of very well trained pilots, knowing full well he could count on their abilities should they ever get into trouble.

Renna Townes also had a new home, so to speak. Plus, he had new orders. Not only was he to continue his work as an Agent of the Pantheran Central Council, but he was to act as a diplomatic attache in the event matters became hostile between Pantheran ships and other non Pantheran vessels.

It was many of these things Captain Clarendale was going over with the three new members of the crew. “Now, Agent Townes, I hope that you do not mind that if I might slip and end up referring to you as Mr. Townes,” Crena stated as she concluded a long list of duties for Townes, Felix and Billings. “We are formal on this ship, but we aren’t so much so that we refer to rank and station of other fleets on a regular basis.”

“I think I could get used to that, Captain,” Townes replied with a nod. “I also don’t mind heading up security detail as you suggested. And, with the presence of Authority bounty hunters, we should actually make a very good team.”

“Yes, I should say,” Crena remarked with a firm nod and turned her attention to Felix and Billings. “I also believe that you two will be more than willing to assist Colonel Dawkins should he need it. The Colonel has informed me that you make excellent pilots. I would also say that we’ll have the opportunity for you to visit Maynard’s parents in two weeks.” Senia and Billings nodded their thanks, knowing that would give them time to come to terms with the loss of Maynard.

The door to the Captain’s quarters opened quietly, and Snow Fall poked her head inside. The small group turned to look, making the white Pantheran a touch embarrassed about a possible interruption. “Sorry Captain,” she spoke up in an apologetic voice. “Everyone. Krillis said that you wanted to speak with me.”

“Ah yes,” Crena said with a smile as she rose to her feet from behind her desk. “Miss Snow, I wished to speak with you before you acquired transit to Canin. And there is no worry, we were just concluding our business.” She turned to the others with a nod. “Mr. Townes, find Mr. Fang, he’ll be able to show you around to some of the areas you’ll be responsible for. As I recall, Mr. Fang has some ideas for improving the systems in the brig, perhaps you might be able to indulge him.” Agent Townes gave a nod and a salute, then excused himself as he left the Captain’s quarters. “Left-tenant. Corporal. If you two could report to Colonel Dawkins, I’m sure he and Taggart will help get you quarters and get you settled.” Both pilots quickly saluted and exited the Captain’s quarters, nodding to Snowy as they left. Finally, Crena turned her attention back to Snow Fall. “White Fang informed me about your expertise on the guns. I wanted to thank you very much for your assistance in these matters.”

“Oh, well, I just did what was needed to sort of pay my way,” Snowy replied with a small chuckle. “I know that you don’t get passage for free, especially if you don’t have any currency. So, I expected to do some work.”

“Yes, well Mr. Fang has also made a request,” Crena replied as she stepped up to Snowy. “And I don’t think it’s one that I should shrug off, really. I’d like you to consider becoming a full time part of this crew. I know that you are planning on returning home, but should you wish to join the Revenge, we’d be more than willing to accept you on board.”

Snowy blinked in stunned silence for a minute. When she finally found her voice, she smiled and nodded. “I would love to! I just have to speak with my parents, they’re expecting me back, but yes. I’d love to work on the ship. I’ve dreamed of being a part of a crew like this, on a ship like this. I mean I’ve read all about tall ships and I’ve…” She quickly calmed herself and took a deep breath. “Sorry, rambling.”

Crena chuckled lightly and shook her head. “I will take that as a yes, Miss Snow. I believe you already have quarters off the galley, but if you prefer we can find you something else.”

“Oh no, I actually like it in there,” she replied, not able to stop smiling.

“Excellent. In that case, we can take you to Canin directly. Our business here at the Hub is finished. If you like, a few of us can meet you parents if there is any need of reassurance for your new position. It’s a bit of a tradition on board.” Crena smiled and took out a small package, handing it to Snowy. The package contained a communicator, specifically made for the Revenge’s signal, as well as a small log book. This was the complete handbook for the weapons system. “I believe you should like to read that. Give you a bit more insight into the weapons system on board. Now my hope is that we don’t meet every ship in the space lanes and expect a fight, but should we happen to do so, I’d like to be ready. And I’d like to have the best people at the ready.” Snowy accepted the package with a wide grin and a nod, obviously she was extremely pleased that she made such an impression on the Captain. “For now, Miss Snow, let me just say this. Welcome to the Barrow’s Revenge.”

The End

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Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Forty

Pantheran Central Council Hub

The Revenge docked without incident at the Hub, neatly between the Pantheran vessels that escorted her in. Crew began the necessary duty to ensure the ship’s cargo hold became unladen. Supplies were transferred into the proper places in the Revenge’s hold, as crew began to organize short leave. Captain Clarendale, along with Mr. Gor’lan, Left-tenant Felix, Agent Townes and Colonel Dawkins, joined Commanders Jarin and Yenna as they met with Admiral Felan Tal. In person, Admiral Tal was an imposing individual who had a watchful eye and a very quick temper. While this event did enrage him, he knew well enough that the target of his displeasure was being taken to the main holding cells on the Hub. He had no reason at all to be angry with any of these individuals that crossed the main observation deck of the Hub to greet him.

Commanders Jarin and Yenna along with Agent Townes, offered a smart salute as they approached the Admiral. Dawkins and Felix did as well, but in a more unformal manner. Crena stepped forward and handed Felan a dossier that contained all the communications logs, the navigations logs and an inventory of the parts claimed from the previous battle with Ring Tail before they entered the Wayfarer’s Belt.

“I hope that you will find everything that you need in these documents, Admiral,” she said as Felan Tal took the dossier. “And I hope it helps you to bring this nasty business to conclusion.”

“As do I, Captain,” Felan replied with a nod. “Agents are combing the communications logs of the Night Sky as we speak, hoping to find other orders that were directed Riktar. I believe it won’t be long before we have uncovered exactly who these traitors are.” Tal looked to Dawkins and Felix and bowed to them both. “Colonel Dawkins. Lieutenant Felix. I have given word to the Central Council of your actions and the loss of Corporal Maynard. They have informed me they wish to honour you in a ceremony later this evening.” He reached into the robes of his dress uniform and took out a data recorder. These devices were used throughout the system for relaying short, replayable messages. Felan Tal handed it directly to Felix. “I have no doubt that you will be speaking with Maynard’s family. It is my wish that you would present this to them as well when you do so.” Felix nodded her thanks as she took the data recorder.

“I will ensure that they are given thith when we next thee them,” Felix replied and bowed slightly to Felan. “Thank you, Admiral.”

Felan Tal turned to Agent Townes, the Pantheran Central Agent snapping to attention. “Townes, if not for your quick thinking during the battle between the Hyna’s Dread and the Tiger’s Claw, we might not be meeting this way today. We might not also have your insight into the events that lead to this treasonous event by Riktar. As such, I have spoken privately with Captain Clarendale while on transit to the Hub, and we both have agreed, your presence on board the Barrow’s Revenge would be most valuable. Your knowledge of Pantheran protocols would help to quell violence before it begins. You do not have to accept, however.”

“Thank you, Admiral,” Townes said as he looked to Crena. “I will have to think it over, naturally. But I feel very pleased that you thought of me in such a way. Both of you.”

“And I believe there is something that I have to also ask,” Crena announced as she turned to Senia. “Uncle Tor informed me that the three of you had no experience on ships outside of the Authority. In other words, the standard five year term as put forward for Academy Cadets. As it would stand, then, I am here to offer you and Billings a position on board the Revenge for the duration of five years. I believe that you will still be able to conduct your duties to the Authority and fulfill the requirements by the Academy.”

“Oh, yeth ma’am,” Senia replied with an excited nod. “I believe both Billingth and I would be very happy to acthept thuch an offer.” She looked to Dawkins and then back to Crena. “I athume we will be thtationed with the other pilotth.”

“Of course you will,” Dawkins spoke up quickly. “The addition of two fine pilots like you and Billings will be a great boon to us all. I only regret that the time will be a five year duration.”

“I didn’t think you would be still flying in five years, Colonel,” Felan spoke up, a look of jest in his eyes.

“What? They’ll have to pry the stick of a fighter craft from my fingers,” Dawkins replied as he stood tall, or at least as tall as a Vulpine could. “I am most certain that I’ve got at least another fifteen years left in me.”

The small group began to move into the main Council Chambers, taking note of the different Council members that were arriving. The three Vulpine were garnering a large amount of attention with their presence. It wasn’t often that Vulpine would appear in the Hub, even if they weren’t affiliated with the Royal Vulpine Authority. They were here on official business, and while congratulations were handed out to each individual, both Dawkins and Senia still felt an ache inside at the loss of Maynard. He would have enjoyed this completely.

Though, with the loss of one pilot, and three battles complete, there was a sense of relief. The Barrow’s Revenge had assisted in averting a possible war. That, more than anything was the most important aspect of the entire affair. It also meant one other thing.

The legend of the Barrow’s Revenge had just grown that much more.

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Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Thirty-nine

Hangar Bay, The Barrow’s Revenge

Talia, Snowy, White Fang and Krillis watched in silence as the nine fighter craft landed. Talia wanted to wait, just for a moment, in case the tenth craft would make her way into the bay. But she knew that Maynard’s fighter wouldn’t be coming. In the short time that the three bounty hunters had been on board, Talia had come to know they, either by directly talking to them, or from any discussion she’d have with Dawkins.

Snow Fall just watched as the hangar bay doors closed. She could feel the silence closing in around her. She didn’t know Maynard at all, but she could feel the sorrow coming from the others. Without a second thought, she looked over to White Fang. Next to Talia, White Fang talked to the pilots the most, and because of his easy going attitude, probably got to know them all the best. Snowy felt for him, and tentatively, she reached out a hand and gently placed it on his shoulder. He looked over to her, his eyes glistening slightly. Slowly, he took a deep breath and moved closer to Snowy, gently leaning up against her.

Krillis could only watch as the pilots climbed out of their craft. They were successful in their mission, but they moved just a little slower, knowing that one of their own had suffered such a cost for such a victory. Krillis felt for Dawkins just as much as he felt for Senia and Billings. The latter two went through the academy with Maynard, they were classmates, they trained together. For Senia and Billings, this was their first time dealing with the loss of a friend in such a manner. For Dawkins, one who had witnessed this scene many a time before, Krillis knew for Dawkins it never got easier.

On the tarmac, the Vulpine pilots had gathered around Senia and Billings. They may have been from different squadrons, but they knew that feeling of family that came from flying together. Relying on each other so closely. For the three bounty hunters, they may never have been an officially sanctioned fighter squadron, but they acted like one. So that meant, for the crew of the Midnight Squadron they were a family.

Dawkins approached both Senia and Billings, both of whom were standing close together. Neither one tried to show any emotion, they wanted to be strong for each other. But as Dawkins approached, both felt that strength subsiding. “Neither of you have anything to mourn,” Dawkins said to them in a quiet and consoling voice. “Maynard died in the service of the Authority, and in service of the continued peace for this star system. His actions should make us all proud. We have all lost a friend today. But, he will remain in our memories forever.” Dawkins placed a gentle hand on each of their shoulders and bowed his head. The rest of the squadron followed suit, as they said a silent prayer for Maynard, hoping that he would find himself in the care of the Great Mother.

Slowly, the small group of pilots began to make their way off of the tarmac to join those behind the control console. Dawkins took a deep breath as he approached Talia and stated in a quiet voice. “I should very much like to retire to my office for the duration of our flight to the Hub. Would you do me the honour of joining me, Midnight?”

“Of course, Blackie,” Talia replied as she tried to smile. She held out her hand to him and he gently took hold of hers. Together they began to walk to Dawkins’ office, stopping only so Dawkins could turn to Senia.

“Left-tenant,” he said in a low voice. Felix turned to face him, clearing her throat as she tried to look as professional as she could. “Senia. Billings. It is my greatest wish that you two never get used to something like this. The lives of your pilots, and the lives of those you protect, are of the utmost importance.” Both pilots nodded to Dawkins, silently giving their thanks for his words. With those words, Dawkins and Talia disappeared into the small office.

The remaining pilots and crew began to make their way to the lifts, stopping only as the doors opened and Captain Clarendale stepped off. She looked directly to Felix and Billings with compassion and walked over to them. Wordlessly, she embraced them both, then stepped back to salute them. Senia and Clarfax returned the salute in kind, pausing as Crena began to speak.

“We’ll set sail for Vulpinia directly after we conclude our business here,” she said to them both. “I’ll wish to accompany you when you go speak to Maynard’s family.”

“We would appreciate that, Captain,” Senia replied with a nod. The somber mood was interrupted as the voice of Norrin filled the area.

“Captain. Admiral Felan Tal wishes to arrange prisoner transfer once they have transported Commander Riktar to the Tiger’s Claw,” Norrin announced. “He has also asked that we begin a flight pattern and follow the Osprey and the Kestrel to the Pantheran Central Council Hub.”

“Acknowledged, Miss Norrin,” Crena replied. “Please tell Admiral Riktar that we’ll be more than willing to assist in any manner to transfer Black Eye and his crew.”

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Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Thirty-eight

The IPF Osprey, main bridge

Commander Jarin watched through the view screen as the Night Sky hung like a child’s mobile above a crib. He was calm, but deep in thought of what had just transpired. The bridge crew heard about the loss of the Vulpine pilot, they all heard his last transmission before crashing into the base of the laser lance. Some might have considered it callous, but he could not dwell on that. Especially now, as he took note of the arrival of the Tiger’s Pride.

“Admiral Felan Tal is on approach, Commander,” the helm officer announced.

“I can see that, yes,” he said and turned to the officers at the diagnostic station. “I’ll need a report for the Admiral. Prepare damage report and casualty reports.” The officer nodded in reply then began to gather that information. Most likely the same was being performed on the Kestrel as they spoke. He turned to the communications officer and spoke in a solemn voice. “Please send condolences for the loss of the Vulpine pilot. Let Captain Clarendale know that we send our best to the squadron, and please prepare a message to be sent to the pilot’s family.” Jarin straightened his tunic and cleared his throat before he began issuing new orders. “Open joint hailing frequencies with the Kestrel. We need to greet the Tiger’s Pride.”

Jarin and Yenna remained on open communication as they kept themselves busy with incoming reports of ship’s status. Four dead Kestrel, five dead on the Osprey, all on lower decks when the Night Sky made her initial attack. They were lucky, it wasn’t many ships that survived an attack from a Pantheran destroyer. The combined efforts of the two Stalkers and the Vulpine fighter pilots were enough, but at the cost of ten lives.

Jarin stood at attention as word came in that the Osprey and Kestrel were being hailed by the Tiger’s Pride. He could only imagine that Yenna was performing the same function on board her vessel. Right on cue, Admiral Felan Tal spoke over the comm to both ships.

“Commanders,” Tal said as his image came over the view screen on the communications console. “You’ve dealt the Night Sky a heavy blow, you are to be commended.”

“We had assistance, Admiral,” Yenna spoke up, a smaller image displaying the Kestrel commander next to the Admiral’s on the console view screen. “The Midnight Squadron were most effective in taking out sensors, short range weapons and the Night Sky’s laser lance.”

“Impressive,” Tal replied with a nod. “I will have to commend Colonel Dawkins on the training of his crew.”

“There was one casualty among the fighter pilots,” Jarin informed the Admiral. Tal leaned forward, indicating to Jarin he should continue. “Corporal Maynard, as we are told, was struck by debris from the lance. His craft spun out of control and crashed.”

“Corporal Maynard,” Tal thought for a moment. “A new recruit of Dawkins’?”

“No sir,” Yenna spoke up. “Maynard was a bounty hunter. Royal Vulpine Authority. Under command of Lieutenant Senia Felix of the Nighthawk Squadron. He was part of the group that attacked the laser lance.”

Felan Tal nodded as he thought back to what Tor Clarendale told him. Tal knew that Authority members would be on board. One of them was now dead. Riktar would have a great deal of explaining to do. “I want to see a full report,” Tal finally said. “Structural repairs needed to both your ships and casualty report. As for your actions, you and your crews will be commended. You have helped in protecting the peace. I offer you my congratulations.” He nodded, then ended the transmission. He had Commander Riktar to speak with.

Main bridge of the IPF Night Sky

Riktar was furious and desperate. Two Stalker class ships and a handful of fighters had taken out the effectiveness of a Pantheran destroyer. His crew was scrambling to make repairs and divert power. Charging up the lance had reduced a great deal of the ship’s main power, having it destroyed seemed like it was a complete and total waste.

“Commander,” his communications officer called out, though in a rather timid voice. “We are being hailed. By the Tiger’s Pride.”

Riktar looked to the communications office and scowled. “Don’t answer it. I won’t be speaking with that filthy Jackai today.”

“Oh, I think you will,” a voice came over the communications console. Riktar turned to look at the main view screen, which held the image of Admiral Felan Tal. He looked very angry. “Don’t forget, Commander. I hold the encryption keys to contact any ship I wish to that is under my command. And you are still under my command, Riktar.” Riktar moved to his command console, a look of mixed disgust and dejection covering his face.

“Admiral Felan Tal, if only you…” his words were cut short by a roar from Tal. Even over the vastness of a mere communications link, Riktar found himself slightly startled.

“You will answer for this treason, Riktar,” Tal informed the commander with a voice that displayed not only his displeasure, but the serious nature of the situation. “You have broken several Pantheran laws merely by firing on ships aligned with the Imperial Pantheran Fleet. That will be your treason. But you have also broken code with the Lupine Treaties. Opening fire on a Vulpine vessel, aligning yourself with known pirates, and the destruction and death of a member of the Royal Vulpine Authority.” Tal read the quizzical expression on Riktar’s face. “You didn’t know. Well, maybe you can pass that off when the Vulpine Authority wishes to question you. But let me inform you. The Revenge had three bounty hunters from the Authority stationed on the Revenge. Corporal Maynard, under the command of one Lieutenant Senia Felix, died as they attempted to destroy the laser lance that you ordered to be powered up.” Tal didn’t wait for any reaction from Riktar at all. He punched in the encryption codes into his communications console, and soon his voice went ship wide on the Night Sky.

“This is Admiral Felan Tal. Now hear this,” Tal’s voice seemed to boom over the ship wide intercom. “All hands will surrender weapons and stand down. All on board are effectively placed into my custody. If you are able and willing to present evidence against Commander Riktar for his treasonous actions, that will be taken into consideration. If you struggle and attempt to fight off the squadron of Central Council agents that are on route to the Night Sky now, then you will be meet with a harsh offense. That is all.” Tal switched the communications back to the bridge of the Night Sky, speaking directly to Riktar. “For your actions, Commander, I hereby strip you of rank. You will be placed in my custody where you will be transported to the nearest detention facility. You will await trial there. That is all.”

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Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Thirty-seven

The IPF Night Sky, main bridge

Commander Riktar was panting heavily again. He was enraged that a pair of Stalker class vessels would have the upper hand in this situation. The addition of the fighter craft peppering the hull of his ship did not add to his annoyance, but it still did register. “What is the status of the shields of the Osprey and the Kestrel?” he barked to his crew, not demanding an answer from any one person.

“The ships are using the patented Stalker maneuver,” one of the officers piped up quickly, some fear in the voice that spoke. The crew could feel his rage. And they were starting to have their own doubts. “They are sharing shields, passing them back and forth as we fire.”

“Curse the day Pantheran engineers came up with that strategy,” he grumbled under his breath. He thought for a moment as his crew continued to fire upon the two Stalkers, finally voicing a command that no one had ever considered would have been made. “Prepare the laser lance.”

The bridge crew became even more silent than they had become. Firing the lance was risky at best. It took a considerable amount of energy and would leave them dead in the water for a short period of time. “Commander,” the weapons control officer finally spoke up, her voice quiet and shaky. “I don’t know if that would be the best of suggestions right now.”

“Oh really!” Riktar cried out in anger. “And just why is that?”

“Long… long range sensors have picked up the Tiger’s Pride on route to our current position,” another officer announced. “Best estimate. Admiral Felan Tal will be here in less than ten minutes.”

“Really?” Riktar cried out as he stood tall from his command position. His appearance became most menacing indeed. “Then Admiral Felan Tal can bear witness as two of his precious Stalkers are blown to oblivion.” He spat his words out as he nearly roared as he spoke. “Prepare! The lance!”

In flight pattern above the IPF Night Sky

Felix and her pilots never let up. They hit ever target they had to, destroying small guns that would pop up, avoiding fire from different locations. They flew as a unit, and all of them kept their eyes peeled for any variation in the Night Sky’s operations. Even energy fluctuations in the ship were taken note of with careful interest.

Which is how they saw a massive power surge in the ship’s systems.

“Nighthawk Leader One to Osprey,” Felix called out as they began another pass from the nose of the Night Sky. “We’re reading a high energy flux in the ship. They theem to be powering up thomething mathive.”

“I see it,” Jarin replied quickly, with a touch of worry in his voice. “Riktar has ordered the laser lance to be powered up.” There was a short silence as the information settled in. Everyone knew what a laser lance could do. It was the most destructive weapon in the Pantheran arsenal, and the most destructive in the entire Lupine Star System. “Do you think you can take it out before it’s fully powered up.”

“Affirmative, Commander,” Felix reported. “We’ll give it all we’ve got. Ath it thtandth, we don’t have much choithe in the matter, now do we.”

“Agreed, Lieutenant,” Jarin replied, and added one thing from his knowledge of Vulpine culture and lore. “May the Great Mother be with.”

Senia Felix adjusted herself in her seat for a moment as she readied for another run, her hand a firm grip on the stick of her fighter craft. “Thith ith Nighthawk Leader One,” she announced to her other pilots. “Pay clothe attention. Commander Riktar ith planning on firing the lather lanthe. We have to take it out. We’ll only have two patheth to attempt thith, tho we cannot afford any mithtaketh. Underthtood?” She was met with quick replies that all pilots were ready, willing and able. “All right, here’th the plan. I’ll take point and hope any gunth we didn’t take out will focuth on me. Hardigar, you and Traft keep a tight pattern behind me and focuth all your fire at the bathe of thothe extenderth. Maynard, you and Compton will have the job of hitting it with your heavy fire. Uthe the torpedoeth on it. Onthe we make the firtht path, we’ll come back around and attack it again. Make every shot count.” She was met with acknowledgment all around, and the five pilots began their run.

Felix was first, dodging weapons fire with ease, as she intended to be the diversion for Hardigar and Traft. As she plowed forward, closer to the lance, she opened fire, hitting it directly. She could see the weapons fire from behind, knowing that Hardigar and Traft were opening fire on the extenders. It was doing some damage, but they’d have to hit it again in a second pass. As she passed underneath the extenders, she felt the rumble of the explosions, as signal that Maynard and Compton hit their targets on the mark. Just one more pass now, and with any luck, the lance would be rendered ineffective.

She banked her craft, knowing the others were following in formation just by looking at her read outs. Time for the final run. Again, she sped forward, acting as a diversion for the others and letting loose with phaser fire. She hit the lance dead perfect, causing more damage to the weapon from what it had taken earlier. As she passed under the extenders for the second time, she saw the explosions as the weapons fire from Hardigar and Traft hit their mark. One of the extenders buckled and began to fall. As Senia drove her fighter to avoid debris, she watched her sensors, expecting the moment when the missiles from Maynard and Compton’s ships to hit the lance. As anticipated, the rumble from the direct hits came. It was time to punch out.

Just as Felix was about to issue the order to go, an explosion at the base of the lance shifted the weapon to the left. Right in the line of Maynard and Compton’s flight path. Both fighters tried adjusting to the change, but a piece of debris from the extenders appeared in the path of Maynard’s fighter craft. He tried adjusting, but it was too little too late. The debris clipped his wing completely off.

“Left-tenant!” he called out quickly as he struggled with his controls. “Ship is unstable, going down hard and fast. Attempting to compensate.” Maynard kept a firm grip on the stick, but the ship just wasn’t responding as it began to spiral out of control.

“I can give you a hand,” Compton announced over his communication link. “You can ride my wing back to the Osprey or the Kestrel.”

“No good, Compton,” Maynard called out. “You’ll only put yourself in danger. “Join the others. I’m losing cabin pressure at an alarming rate, there’s no way we’d make it. Fall in with Left-tenant Felix and meet up with the others.” Maynard clutched the controls as part of him tried in one last desperate effort to gain control of the vessel, but knowing it was all for not. He put out one last call. “Left-tenant Felix.”

“Felix here, Corporal,” she responded quickly, knowing full well what was going on.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to make it back to the Shipyards and have that tankard with you and Billings,” he said as calmly as he could. “Tell Billings I’m sorry. Life has a funny way of interrupting things, don’t you think.” Without waiting for Felix’s reply, he killed the communication link.

Felix was about to call out, but was stunned into silence as she, along with the other pilots, could only watch as Maynard’s ship veered off and crashed into the base of the lance, the explosion that followed silencing Maynard’s comm for good.

Senia tried to keep her composure as she opened her comm channel. She, Billings and Maynard had come up together from the Academy. They all knew each other very well, and had not only become partners in their positions as bounty hunters for the Authority, but also friends. “Nighthawk Leader One,” she announced, trying hard to keep herself composed and professional. “Nighthawk Leader One to Maverick Leader One.”

“Maverick Leader One. Go ahead, Nighthawk Leader One,” Dawkins replied, knowing full well what was coming. There were too many times he’d heard the shaking in the voice of someone about to report a downed pilot. There were too many times he had to report a downed pilot as well. The situation was all too familiar for him.

“Colonel Dawkinth,” Senia began, trying very, very hard to hold back any tears. Unlike Dawkins, Senia never had experienced the emotion involved in reporting a downed pilot. “Maynard is gone, thir. Maynard’th fighter craft wath hit by debris, and,” she paused as she took a deep breath. “He crashed into the bathe of the weapon.”

“Understood, Left-tenant Felix,” Dawkins replied with an even tone in his voice. It wasn’t cold, but he needed to put on an air of compassion and calm for Felix. “I’ve been informed by Commander Jarin and Commander Yenna that the lance has been destroyed. They can handle the rest of the clean up, as there are power fluctuations all over the Night Sky. Let’s head back to the Revenge. Do you wish to speak directly to Billings, Left-tenant?”

“If I could, Colonel,” Felix replied, waiting until she heard Billings’ voice over the comm.

“Billings here, Left-tenant,” he said, his voice cracking slightly as he talked. He already knew full well what was coming.

“It ith with great mithfortune that I have to report,” Felix began, still trying to keep her composure. “Maynard will not be joining uth the next time we pull into port at the Shipyardth.” She swallowed hard and continued. “He wanted me to let you know.”

“I understand,” Billings replied with a heavy heart. “We’ll have to schedule time to see his parents. After we get back to the Revenge, perhaps.”

“Indeed,” she said in agreement. Senia coughed and cleared her throat, knowing that the other pilots were feeling what she felt right now. She opened her comm to Dawkins’ ship. “Nighthawk Leader One to Maverick Leader One.”

“Maverick Leader One,” Dawkins responded with a bold voice, trying very hard to be there for the other pilots as they let it register that Maynard was gone. “Go ahead, Nighthawk Leader One.”

“Ready to join up in formation, Colonel,” Felix stated as she guided the pilots back to Dawkins’ group.

“Understood, Left-tenant,” Dawkins said with a clear voice. “Let’s head home.” He flicked a few switches on his communications channel and hailed the Osprey. “Maverick Leader One to Osprey. Commander Jarin, the Night Sky is yours.”

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Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Thirty-six

Hangar Bay, The Barrow’s Revenge

The Mavericks and Nighthawks idled on the tarmac of the hangar bay, waiting for the final order to launch. At the bay controls near Colonel Dawkins’ office, Talia, White Fang, Snow Fall and Krillis also waited. They knew that there was a battle going on outside, they knew that two Pantheran Stalkers were taking a beating from a Pantheran destroyer. That in itself was just odd. Never before in the history of the Pantheran fleet had one ship turned on others. The prize in the battle; the Barrow’s Revenge.

Finally, after what seemed hours, the call finally came in.

“Miss Talia,” Captain Clarendale’s voice came across the communications link to the hangar bay control console. “I am routing Commander Yenna Fal to you now for specific instructions.” Talia waited for a few seconds and was soon greeted by the voice of the Pantheran commander.

“This is Commander Yenna Fal,” she said over the communications link. “I understand I am speaking with the chief engineer of the Revenge.”

“Yes, Commander,” Talia responded quickly, feeling as though she had let go of a breath she’d been holding for a very long time. “Colonel Dawkins has the Midnight Squadron ready for launch.”

“Good,” Yenna replied firmly. “We’ll need his assistance. If you please, begin launch.”

“Right away, Commander,” Talia said as she gave Dawkins the signal. She closed off the control area and began opening the bay doors. “I’m transferring Colonel Dawkins communications transponder to you now.”

“Very good, Miss Talia,” Yenna stated. “I’ll speak with Dawkins in the field.” The communication link ended, the Mavericks and Nighthawks began to taxi onto the runway. Dawkins went first, followed by Felix, then Taggart, Billings, Edgewick, Hardigar, Maynard, Compton, Traft and finally Miles. Once the group hit space and were clear of the Revenge, Talia began the procedure to close up the hangar bay and filter air into the main bay.

“Good luck, Blackie,” she whispered as the doors closed.

Outside, the squadron hit stars quickly, banking and moving into formation as they came up on the port side of the Kestrel. As they began moving toward target, Dawkins opened communications channels. “Maverick Leader One to Nighthawk Leader One. Do you read, Left-tenant Felix?”

“Nighthawk Leader One reading you loud and clear, Colonel,” Felix replied quickly.

“Mavericks and Nighthawks, sound off,” Dawkins ordered and was quickly met with the role call of the combined squadron. “Good show. I’m opening up communication with the Commander of the Kestrel,” he called out and switched comm frequencies. “Maverick Leader One to IPF Kestrel. This is Left-tenant Colonel Artemis Dawkins. Do you read me, Kestrel?”

“We read you, Lieutenant Colonel Dawkins,” Commander Yenna replied. There was urgency in her voice, even though she tried to come across as calm and cool in the heat of battle. “Ensign Corr will begin uploading strategic points to you, and a battle history. Looks like the Night Sky has taken a few good hits, but she’s giving it right back to us.”

“We;ll buzz the Night Sky like mosquitoes, Commander,” Dawkins replied as he quickly went over the information transferred to his console. “Left-tenant Felix, are you reading this information?”

“Yeth, Colonel,” she confirmed quickly. “I thee four areath of thtrategic interetht we could focuth on.”

“I believe I know the ones you speak of, Left-tenant,” Dawkins replied as he tapped out the coordinates and transferred them to the other pilots. “Taggart. Billings. Edgewick. Miles. You four are with me. We’ll attack the port side of the Night Sky, focusing directly on their weapons. Lead toward the belly of the ship. Felix, take the rest and work on their shields from the star board side and come around above her. Look for anything suspicious. I don’t like the look of those extenders on top of the Night Sky.”

“Do you think it could be a lather lanthe?” Felix asked.

“It’s possible, Left-tenant,” Dawkins replied with a nod. “But I’m not going to assume at this point. Be ready for anything. Begin approach, I’ll keep Commander Yenna informed of our movements.” He flicked a few switched on his cockpit console and hailed the Kestrel. “Maverick Leader One to Kestrel. Commander Yenna, we are splitting off to attack four strategic areas. I’m taking a group to attack the Night Sky’s weapons and focus along the belly of the ship. Left-tenant Felix and her group will try to divert shield power and weaken the defenses of the ship.”

“Understood, Lieutenant Colonel,” Yenna replied. Dawkins could hear the explosions as blasts hit the Kestrel over the comm link, as well as the continuous drone of the red alert klaxon. “We’ll try to draw cover fire for you. I’ll coordinate with Commander Jarin of the Osprey.”

The plan was set. Dawkins dipped his Maverick and began a run under the belly of the Kestrel, four other other fighter craft quickly following suit. As Dawkins began his run, Felix began her own, taking her Nighthawk above the Kestrel, as she and the four other pilots followed along the ship’s length as she looked for an opportune moment to attack.

As Felix was carefully observing the situation, Dawkins and his fighters began to open fire, targeting any weapons they could see. Their weapons were cycling through different phase harmonics, hoping that a few would land a hit and pass through the shields of the Night Sky. The first volley attempt was unsuccessful, but Taggart made a successful hit.

“Maverick Two to Maverick Leader One,” Taggart cried triumphantly over the communication link. “Sending all pilots the phase modulation. Put her to that frequency and we can punch a hole through her shields.”

“Well done, Taggart!” Dawkins replied with equal excitement. “All right boys, let’s punch this one and see if we can’t weaken her just a bit for the Stalkers.” The five fighters continued their assault, their weapons blasting small explosions over the hull of the massive ship.

Above the action, Felix brought her group into formation and began a run of her own over top of the Night Sky. “Nighthawk Leader One to thquadron,” she called out on her communications link. “The ship hath her thenthor array built in the upper thection of the ship. Let’th knock it out and make it harder for them to target.” Her order was met with hearty agreement from all around. Thanks to Taggart, the job was made easier once they were able to calibrate their phaser fire with the proper modulation.

As the fighter craft continued peppering the Night Sky with phaser fire, on board the Osprey, Commander Jarin was formulating a new plan of attack. The fighter squadron was quite successful, and was helping a great deal in confusing the Night Sky. But he feared that the fighter pilots would become easy targets.

“Let’s give the Midnight Squadron a bit of hand, shall we,” he said in a calm voice as he stood beside his helms officer. “Open hailing frequencies to Colonel Dawkins.” His communications officer quickly patched the Osprey to the lead fighter craft.

“Maverick Leader One here,” Dawkins said over the comm link. “Go ahead, Commander Jarin.”

“We’re going to give you some cover fire,” Jarin informed the fighter pilot. “We’ll fire in a pattern close to you but it should draw Riktar’s attention back to us. It’ll give you ample opportunity to put a massive thorn in his side.”

“Understood, Commander,” Dawkins replied. “Uploading our flight plan to you now. Dawkins out.”

“Star board turn, three point four degrees,” Jarin ordered helm control. “Weapons control, firing pattern on the wing extenders. Try and take out their engines.” Jarin smiled as his weapons control began to fire to either side of the fighter craft. “Ensign, open up hailing frequencies to the Kestrel.”

“Aye sir,” his communications officer called out. Within seconds, the voice of Yenna was acknowledging the hail.

“I’m giving cover fire to Dawkins and his men,” Jarin informed Yenna. “I only see five of the craft, and there should be ten of them.”

“I see the other five,” Yenna quickly replied. “Lieutenant Felix and her formation are breaking across the back of the Night Sky as we speak. She’s making criss cross runs attempting to take out the ship’s sensor arrays.” There was a slight pause as Jarin could hear an officer giving her a status report. “I’m going to target the Night Sky’s aft thrusters. We’ve got a good shot at hitting them right now. If we turn five point seven degrees port side, we’ll have a chance. Kept the Revenge covered between us still.”

“Excellent idea, Commander,” Jarin said with a firm nod. He and the rest of the bridge crew shook slightly as they began to feel the blast of the Night Sky’s weapons. “Oh dear. I think we made him mad.”

“I don’t think it was possible for him to become any more mad,” Yenna said with a laugh. “I’ll keep communication lines open and hail Lieutenant Felix of our plan.”

At present, Felix was guiding her group in a constant barrage of weapons fire, shifting their phase harmonics to match the changing shields of the Night Sky. Each time they found a hole, they’d report to the rest of the squadron, which Dawkins would relay back to the Osprey and the Kestrel. Felix kept her comm channel open as she directed the fighters, so it was no surprise to her when Commander Yenna hailed her.

“Nighthawk Leader One reading you loud and clear, Commander Yenna,” she replied as she banked left to begin another run over top of the Night Sky. The fighters she lead followed in near perfect precision.

“The Osprey is giving Dawkins cover fire,” Yenna informed Felix. “We’re going to do the same for you. Keep clear of the aft of the ship, we’re targeting rear thrusters.”

“Understood, Commander,” Felix replied quickly as she drove her fighter craft down for another firing run over the hull of the ship. “I’ll keep tight formation with the other fighterth.”

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November 29, 2011 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: Lupine Star System, NaNoWriMo, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Thirty-five

The IPF Osprey, main bridge

Commander Yenna Tal watched the main view screen carefully as she stood behind the bridge command console. Long range sensors had picked it up as they were moving into position to escort the Revenge. “Ensign,” she called out to one crew member close to her right. “Open hailing frequencies and try to contact the Night Sky.” The ensign nodded and began attempting all hails. As the ensign continued her attempts at contacting the incoming ship, Yenna opened channels to Commander Jarin and Captain Clarendale. “Commander Jarin, I assume you’ve been watching this,” she said as she seemed to glare at the ship as it grew on her view screen.

“It’s the Night Sky, alright,” Jarin replied, his voice heard by all crew throughout the bridge. “We’ve tried hailing her, but nothing as of yet.”

“As have we,” Yenna replied. “I suggest we begin defensive maneuvers. Pattern U-Drift-Alpha.” The pattern was something new, not a cadet or academy attack pattern. But instead it was one that the pair of commanders had worked on with their respective helms officers.

“Agreed,” Jarin said and could be heard issuing orders in the background. The two ships were used to such maneuvers as Stalkers were often built to have a twin, and the commanders trained to fight in tandem. “Captain Clarendale, be advised to remain on course. Do not change your heading at all. Let us deal with the Night Sky.”

“Understood, Commander Jarin,” Crena’s voice piped up over the communication channel. “If I may suggest, we can stick close to you and act as medical transport if needed. As well, the Midnight Squadron is standing by for additional support.”

“Medical support would be advisable, Captain,” Commander Yenna replied. “Have your helms officer stay in our shadow and maneuver to keep us between the Revenge and the Night Sky. As for the Midnight Squadron, get them ready, but do not launch until I give the command.”

“Understood, Commander Yenna. Captain Clarendale out.”

“This could be decidedly deadly, Commander Yenna,” Jarin stated in one of several moments where each commander gave their thoughts on a situation. Yenna and Jarin often did this, it helped bolster their confidence, the confidence of the crew, and helped them to work together like a well oiled machine. “Maybe having Dawkins’ Squadron on stand by might be a good idea, but then again they could all get slaughtered.”

“From what I know of Colonel Dawkins, he would die defending his ship and those on board,” Yenna commented. The Revenge and even the Midnight Squadron were just as well known among the Pantheran as they were among the Vulpine. “Let’s begin maneuvers, shall we.”

Commander Riktar sneered as he watched the two Stalkers begin their patented maneuver. His refusal to answer hails was signal enough for them. But Riktar did not care in the slightest. A new age was about to begin for the Pantherans, and anyone who was willing to stand in the way deserved everything they got. Riktar rose from his command chair, stood proud and called out in a loud voice to his weapons officer.

“As soon as those ships get midway through their maneuver, that should give a window of opportunity to fire on the Revenge,” he said as he pointed to those who sat at the weapons console. “Make the shot count, Lieutenant. I expect to see space trash where the Revenge once sat.” The weapons officer replied quickly, making sure to set the ship’s targeting sights. The movement of the Osprey and Kestrel was going to make it tight, both Commanders were experts at what they did, and the crews of each ship worked well together. “FIRE ENERGY CANNONS!” he bellowed and watched the view screen closely. The cannons fired and all watched as the two Stalkers continued in their maneuvers. They held their breath as the Revenge came into view for only a second. But before the energy blast could move onto it’s target, the Kestrel came into view, taking the full brunt of the blast.

The bridge became silent as everyone waited for orders. They finally came, but not with a roar, with a cool calm. “Forward shields up. Ready phaser fire. Prep the lance, but hold off on it. We’ll be a sitting duck if we end up using it. Leave that in case the battle turns ugly.” He looked out the view screen again, and added in a louder voice which conveyed the urgency of the moment. “Red alert! All hands to battle stations!”

Everything happened simultaneously on board the Kestrel; crew members grabbed hold of anything close to keep from falling as the first energy blast hit, the klaxon announcing red alert sounded out, and Commander Jarin began calling out to his stations.

“Damage report!” he called out quickly as he moved over to stand beside the weapons control, giving them quiet directions as to the best places to target the Night Sky.

“Starboard hull integrity at ninety nine point two percent, sir,” an ensign called out from ship’s diagnostic station. “Shields are holding. Transferring power to starboard shields.”

“Helm, rotate two point three degrees starboard,” Jarin said quickly as he walked with purpose to the helmsman station. “Keep the Revenge between us and the Osprey.”

“Aye, sir!” the officer stated as he punched in the commands.

“Crew status report,” Jarin called out as he punched a comm on his console that hailed sick bay directly.

“Minor injuries on decks fifteen through nineteen,” one of the sick bay nurses reported over the comm. “All injured are being transported to sick bay.”

“Weapons control, I want an even spread of energy blasts along the Night Sky’s port side,” Jarin called out as he motioned to the Night Sky on the view screen. “Aim for the thrusters. Let’s leave her dead in the water.”

“Commander,” the communications officer called out. “Incoming hail from the Osprey.”

“Patch it through,” he called out as he held firm to the command console, another volley from the Night Sky striking home.

“Commander Jarin, we’re coming around from above you,” Commander Yenna warned. “We will be firing above you.”

“Understood, Commander Yenna,” Jarin said through gritted teeth and informed her of the intended location they had their weapons targeted. “We’ve already begun targeting their thrusters.”

“Continue firing on thrusters, we’ll do the same,” Yenna replied quickly.

“Hull integrity at ninety nine point zero percent, sir,” the ensign from diagnostics called out. “Starboard shields are continuing to hold.”

“Incoming transmission from Captain Clarendale,” the communications officer called out over the noise of the surrounding chatter from other officers and incoming reports from all decks.

“Patch it through, ensign.” Jarin called out as he steadied himself on the command console. “Go ahead, Captain Clarendale.”

“Commander Jarin,” Crena announced over the comm, her voice sounding quite tense. “Midnight Squadron is ready for launch on your mark.”

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Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Thirty-four

The IPF Night Sky

Commander Riktar sat in his command console, his attention on the priority channel communication from the Osprey filling the bridge. He let a low rumble escape his lips as he considered this news. A calculation he hadn’t considered, he may have to open fire on ships from his own fleet. Such things are sometimes to be expected when a rebellion is on the doorstep. It was time, after all, for the Pantherans to prove they were the force to be reckoned with in the system once and for all.

“Commander,” his navigation office spoke up from helm control. He left his question sit silently, awaiting for orders from Riktar.

“Keep on course,” he finally said with a low growl. “This doesn’t change anything. We still have a mission to fulfill. Each and every crew member knew this when we began, it’s the reason I hand picked everyone. Make sure to alert all decks. We will be engaging in battle when we reach the Revenge.”

“At present speed, Commander, we should intercept the Revenge in approximately five hours,” the navigation officer announced. “Should we increase speed?”

“No,” Riktar said as he sat back in his chair. “I have little doubt that the Osprey and the Kestrel will have their long range sensors sweeping the area, and if they detect our presence, they will move faster to their target. Continue on course, Ensign. The Night Sky is enough to deal with the Revenge and a couple of Stalkers.”

Midway point to the Pantheran Hub, merchant’s run

The long range sensors picked up the pair of Stalkers well before they came into visual range. Norrin tapped her claw on the console as she inspected the readings, motioning to Taffy and Griffin that both ships were running hot. That meant they had weapons systems primed and ready, and shields were fully charged. Part of her didn’t know if she should be worried or relieved that they were getting a strong escort to the Pantheran Hub.

As the ships crept closer, Norrin gave the word. “Captain. The Osprey and the Kestrel are within visual range.” Almost everyone on the bridge turned their attention to the stars above them and they watched as the imposing figures of these pair of sleek attack cruisers came into site. The two were from the same manufacturing cycle, that was clear. They both sported the typical laser lance seen on many Pantheran ships. A formidable weapon, but one that drained energy quickly. Most Pantheran commanders knew that to use the weapon meant they had no other choice. It was a last ditch attack weapon, not one for an opening salvo. The ships were both long in shape and quite narrow in width. They were built for speed, as could be seen with the dual wing stabilizers each ship had. The stabilizers had fore and aft engines built onto them for quick turning, making them perfect for fly by attack runs. The Stalker class had something else that other ships did not, that one aspect that gave the Stalkers their name.

A cloaking device. They would often enter battle cloaked, which made them perfect for patrolling the border with the Wayfarer’s Belt. For the two commanders of these particular ships, they had already recorded a combined attack rate of three ships per month since launch. That was forty Jackai ships taken down by the pair.

“Impressive ships, aren’t they, Mr. Gor’lan” Crena said to Gor’lan as they came closer and closer.

“Aye, that they are, Captain,” Lonny nodded in agreement. “Just glad that they happen ta be on our side.” The pair of ships began to go into a turn as they approached the Revenge.

“Jarin and Yenna are both faithful to the ideals of the Pantheran Central Council,” Townes said as he stepped forward. “With their approach and the knowledge throughout the entire fleet that they will be bringing us in, it means one of two things for Riktar.”

“And those are, Agent Townes?”

“Either Riktar is going to run and hide,” Townes said with a nod. “Or he’s not going to be far behind, and he’ll have his weapons hot.” Townes, Crena and Gor’lan became silent as the pair of Stalkers began their turning patterns, looking like a pair of birds of prey as they began to pull into position. As they settled into position, the crew of the Revenge got exactly a feeling for how large these ships really were. They had to be three times as long as the Revenge and four times as tall.

“Captain,” Griffin called out from the nest. “Commander Yenna is hailing us.”

“Patch her through, Mr. Griffin,” Crena replied as she straightened her jacket. Soon on her visual communications screen, the face of Yenna Fal appeared. “Good morning, Commander. A very early morning it is as well.”

“I would say so, Captain, yes,” Yenna replied with a small nod. “And good morning, Captain. We have you between us and we have coordinates set for the fastest route of transport to the Pantheran Hub. We’ll transfer those coordinates to your helms officer.”

“I’ll make sure that Miss Norrin has it patched in,” Crena said, then looked to the crow’s nest and nodded to Norrin. “We’re ready, Commander.”

“I must warn you, we are expecting some trouble,” Yenna stated with a serious tone to her voice. “Long range sensors have detected fast movement coming from the orbit of the outer most moon of Canin. We believe it’s the Night Sky, so keep your crew ready. Hopefully we don’t have a fight, but we’re expecting one. Keep the Revenge between us at all times.”

Tensions on the bridge rose as Crena began making communication orders across the bridge. “Mr. Krillis, if you and Miss Snow could report to weapons control in the engine room, please. Have Miss Snow assist Mr. Fang on the long guns, and you help Miss Talia keep the engine hot. Colonel Dawkins, have your fighters ready and prepped for launch. Mr. Griffin, keep communication lines open between the Osprey, the Kestrel and ourselves.” She flipped a few of the switches on her console and issued a ship wide announcement. “Now hear this. We are currently under escort of Commander Yenna Fal of the Osprey and Jarin Tor of the Kestrel. Commander Yenna has informed us that their long range sensors have picked up a ship that is on an intercept course with us. She believes it to be the Night Sky. We could be in for a fight, so prepare for battle stations.” Crena ended the ship wide communication link and sighed as she looked to Gor’lan and Townes. “And here I was hoping that we’d have time for a spot of tea before we arrived at the Hub. Ah well, I suppose we’ll have to wait until after this affair.”

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Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Thirty-three

Pantheran Hub, officers’ common area

The Pantheran Hub was much different than many of the other orbital platforms in the Lupine Star System. Yes, it had a merchant’s quarter, but the larger bulk of it was set aside for the Pantheran Imperial Fleet. The ship building yards, which built and repaired all of the ships in the fleet, where steadily busy. Troop movements almost always went through the Hub before heading out into space. It was here that Admiral Felan Tal had called two officers that he knew he could trust.

Those two officers were Commander Jarin Tor and Commander Yenna Fal. Both had proved themselves time and time again as loyal to keeping the peace in the sector. Sometimes, that would mean taking offensive action in a situation. But always, they tried to negotiate before using deadly force. Jarin had graduated from the Academy with full honours, and many believed he should have been fast tracked to his own ship, but he wouldn’t have it. He wanted experience in the fleet before he took command of his own vessel. Yenna was similar, but she had to work extra hard. She may not have had the marks or the accolades, but she had the work ethic, and she was able to read situations quickly.

Both were black Pantherans, which was extremely rare in the fleet. It meant they met with some adversity and some prejudice. To the eyes of someone like Admiral Felan Tal, he saw a pair of cadets who knew what they wanted. Tal at a younger age would have thought differently, but his experience from a cadet to his present position taught him a lot. His interactions were more favourable with those who thought in an intellectual manner. Much like his friendship with Tor Clarendale.

Both commanders had been summed from their duties, and asked to meet with the Admiral at their most convenient time. That often meant, right away. Both Jarin and Yenna informed their first officers and went directly to meet the Admiral. If Felan Tal wanted something and asked for you personally, you never questioned it, never hesitated, and never put it on your list to do later. As they met in the hall leading to the Admiral’s quarters, they talked lightly about recent events in the system. They wore the red and black of command officers and held the stripes of those in charge of their own vessels. It wasn’t long before Tal’s personal assistant approached them and asked them to follow her. Both nodded and quickly followed, straightening their tunics as they walked behind the assistant into Tal’s personal chambers.

Inside, Tal was at his desk, going over the details of those ships under his command. As the commanders entered, they saluted smartly. “Commanders,” he said as he rose to his feet and saluted them back. “At ease. Please take a seat. There is a good deal to discuss.” He motioned to his assistant. “Kela, if you please, fetch the commanders tea. I believe there is a ginseng tea in my pantry.” She nodded and went off to prepare the tea. Jarin perked an ear as he took his seat. But it was Yenna that made comment.

“Tea is a common formality for Vulpine,” she stated. “I take it that our reason for being here will be with a ship affiliated with the Authority?”

“Not affiliated,” Tal replied as his assistant brought back a tea service. “However, the ship is commanded by a Vulpine. You may have heard of her history. The Barrow’s Revenge.” Yenna and Jarin looked to each other for a moment. The name was very familiar in Pantheran ranks and did have a history in the sector. “I require that you two have your ships escort the Revenge into port at the Hub.”

“The Revenge is a cargo cruiser, sir,” Jarin spoke up as he took his tea. “Granted, she has weapons systems and has been known to fight off Jackai raiders and even Pantheran pirates. But we’ve never had to escort her before.”

“This is true,” Tal nodded in reply, informing Jarin he was indeed correct in his assumption. “I trust you are familiar with some of my suspicions.” Both nodded quickly. “There is a slight breakdown in the command situation of this fleet. The Revenge at present has a Central Council Agent that they are bringing here. As well, they have the communication logs of a Jackai ship known as the Hyna’s Dread. They encountered it in the Run and managed to fight it off and capture the crew. You remember the wave that went across the command channels about the Tiger’s Claw?” Again, both commanders nodded, knowing fully well what happened. “The Night Sky reported she was lost in battle. Let’s say that was a fabrication on Commander Riktar’s part. Riktar has compromised his allegiance. My suspicions that he has been the guiding hand of the Jackai are becoming clearer. The Revenge now has the proof. Which means the Revenge must be protected.”

“Riktar’s betrayal can’t be his own, Admiral,” Yenna said as she set down her tea. “If I may speak freely, I believe that it might go further.”

Tal nodded, but placed a finger to his lips as though he were shushing someone. “Keep those thoughts to yourself for now, Yenna. If there is a deeper conspiracy, we’ll need commanders like yourself and Jarin. For now, let us concentrate on bringing in the Revenge. I want that evidence. And I need to make sure that a promise I made to Admiral Tor Clarendale is kept. You will make yourselves ready to leave port at once. Contact the Revenge as soon as you do, make it over general hails. If Riktar knows that the Dread was taken, he’ll most likely be going after the Revenge. You two making your presence known, and the fact you are to escort them might make him think twice.”

“If the Revenge has evidence against him, Admiral,” Jarin stated as he rose to his feet. “That will make him dangerous. We’ll make sure that all hands are ready for battle stations as we make our way to the Revenge.” Yenna nodded in reply, not needing to add to what Jarin had already said. In response, Felan Tal rose to his feet and saluted them both. Without another word, the two commanders went to carry out their orders.

The Barrow’s Revenge

They had left the Wayfarer’s Belt far behind them, but they still had a great distance to go before they arrived at the Pantheran Hub. Norrin sat in the crow’s nest with Griffin and Taffy, studying the long range scans, checking patrol movements, and listening for communication chatter. So far, it was quiet, they weren’t close enough to the Hub to hear the general commotion made over comm channels. Most ship traffic was confined closer to the hub, though they had taken note of a few cargo cruisers that were passing close by in the system. When one was in visible range, Griffin would send out a hail, asking about the situation closer to the Hub. Most of these were Lionid vessels, and the Revenge had a good reputation with the Lionids. Norrin guessed that by this time, Red Streak was already busy ripping apart the Dread. In a couple of hours, they should have the ship stripped clean, and begin logging inventory in their reclamation hold.

Griffin’s ears perked up as a signal came across the communication console. He ran it through filters, identifying it immediately. “Captain,” he called out quickly. “We are receiving a hail from the IPF Osprey. Commander Yenna Fal is using a priority one channel.” He looked up from his console, directly to Captain Clarendale. “Every ship in the fleet will hear this.”

“I assume they are doing it so that everyone knows exactly what is happening,” Crena said with a sigh. “An interesting ploy, and nonetheless dangerous. Patch it through, Mr. Griffin.” Griffin nodded and made the connection, soon Commander Fal’s voice was heard across the bridge.

“Greetings, Captain Clarendale,” she stated in a formal sounding voice. “Admiral Tal has instructed the Osprey and the Kestrel to rendezvous with you and escort you to the Pantheran Hub. We should reach you in approximately four hours.”

“Thank you, Commander,” Crena replied. “I do hope this isn’t too much trouble. We don’t wish to put a damper on any fleet movements.”

“Not at all, Captain. We can talk more when we reach you. Commander Tal out.” As quickly as the communication came in, it ended. But in those few words, it spoke volumes to Crena.

“I believe,” she finally stated after some thought. “That was a warning.”

“A warning, Captain?” Gor’lan said as he stood in his usual place next to Crena. “Do ya b’lieve that there could be trouble?”

“I believe that would be correct,” she said as she looked over to Agent Townes, who had stepped forward during Crena’s short conversation with Commander Fal. “Wouldn’t you say so, Agent?”

“Commander Fal is one of Admiral Tal’s trusted commanders,” Townes stated flatly. “She commands a Stalker Class cruiser. Not a destroyer, but it packs a punch and has speed to match. She usually runs with a twin Stalker called the Kestrel, as she stated. Commanded by Jarin Tor. I’ve met both, they’re good at what they do, and very trustworthy.”

“As I recall,” Crena said with a nod of thanks to Townes for his information. “A single Stalker Class took out the RVA Tritan during the Great War.” Townes nodded with the information. “I’d say sending a couple of ships like that is a boon to us. Let’s just hope that we don’t have to see them in action. I’d prefer we get to the Hub with as little bloodshed as possible.”

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Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Thirty-two

Hangar Bay, Barrow’s Revenge

The pilots had just completed a few drills, this time the three bounty hunters taking part, and doing quite well. Dawkins took note that they performed as good, and in some cases much better than his own pilots. “All right, lads,” Dawkins called out. “And, of course, Left-tenant Felix,” he added with a nod. It wasn’t necessary, but just something he had grown accustomed to. “We’ve got a long rest ahead of us, no need to get too excited.”

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable just yet, Colonel,” Crena called out from the main hangar console. Dawkins, the pilots, even Talia who usually helped with the pilots’ drilled turned to look to the Captain. Each of them could feel the news that she was about to bring.

“Captain, I don’t like it when you have that look,” Talia stated as she placed her hands on her hips. “We are gonna be expecting trouble, aren’t we.”

“Possibly,” Crena stated with a nod as she walked over to the group. “I just had a conversation with Admiral Tal. He’s sending two ships to escort us to the Pantheran Hub. Should be here in the morning. However, we have to make sure that we avoid the Night Sky. Commanded by Riktar Jenn.” Crena tucked one arm behind her back and the other on the hilt of her rapier as she began to explain the situation. “It’s believed Riktar is working with a secret element that wishes to upset the present status quo in the Pantheran Central Command. Presently, we have all the damning evidence against him.”

“So there is a good chance he’ll come after us,” Dawkins said with a nod, knowing exactly what Crena was thinking. “He will most likely have heard that the Hyna’s Dread was taken down. After all, if he is one of the conspirators behind such a plot, he most likely has a direct communication with each of the Jackai ships involved.”

“Precisely, Colonel,” Crena stated in agreement. “Admiral Tal says he wants myself, along with Agent Townes and Left-tenant Felix to join him and bring this evidence to the Central Council’s attention. I already stated that I would like Mr. Gor’lan there as well, and I’d like you to accompany us also, Colonel Dawkins.”

“Of course, Captain,” Dawkins said a stiff salute. “Only proper to represent the ship in such a manner.”

“So what about the prisoners,” Talia asked. “We’re keeping quiet until this escort comes along?”

“Quiet as a tomb, Miss Talia,” Crena said in a hushed voice, mostly to indicate that Black Eye and his crew had just become the ship’s biggest secret. “We’re essentially smuggling them in until we meet the escort. At that point, we’ll be transferring them to one of the two escort ships.”

“So,” Talia said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “What happens if Riktar catches up with us?”

“Well,” Crena said with a sigh, not wanting to visualize it, but having to see it as a possibility. “I want the pilots at the ready. Dawkins. Felix. All of you. Stay on alert. Keep the jets hot and ready.” Dawkins gave a stiff salute, then turned to the pilots and gave them orders. Rest in shifts, have the craft ready, and all pilots suited up and prepared to go at a moment’s notice. As the pilots went about their orders, Crena turned to Talia. “Get Miss Snow and Mr. Fang down here, let them know the situation. Have them stationed by the weapons control. Even if they have to pull up cots for the evening. Keep the engine primed and ready, we’ll have to shuttle power to the weapons in short notice. Hopefully, if we do meet up with the Night Sky, we can talk our way out of it long enough for the escorts to arrive.”

“I’ll make sure Krilly is down here too,” Talia replied. “He’ll most likely get tea ready for everyone, because knowing what will happen, it’ll happen at just that moment.”

Several hundred kilometers from the Wayfarer’s Belt

The Night Sky was an imposing ship. A fully loaded destroyer, it’s sole purpose was to take out threats to the Pantheran sector of space. She was one of the best in the fleet, only a few class ranks lower than the Tiger’s Pride. Her crew was some of the best trained in the entire Pantheran Imperial Fleet. Almost all were hand picked, or suggested by Commander Riktar Jenn.

When most talked about Riktar, it was either with respect for a glorious career in the fleet, or out of pure hatred for his ambitious nature. He was more than willing to step on a few Pantherans in order to make his mark in the world. His time at the academy, he made few friends. Any friends he had, he usually kept close because they could help advance his career. He was only a few steps away from his goal; Admiral of the Pantheran Imperial Fleet. Just one stood in his way of that goal.

It wouldn’t be long, he often thought to himself, and he would be replacing the Admiral. Felan Tal was an old fool, as it was. Seeking to keep peace when Pantherans were the true masters of this star system. Not long, but there was still so much to do.

Riktar sat on the bridge in his command chair, going over the recent reports that filtered through this sector of space. Cargo ship manifests, escort details, patrol ships, and more. Often, he would attempt to acquire any patrols, stating that even with a destroyer, it should never be taken lightly that the borders of Canin space should not be protected by some of her best. So far, everything was quiet. Just the way he liked it.

“Commander,” his communications officer stated, breaking the silence that filled the bridge. He turned to her, looking up from his data readings. “There is a text wave coming in. A request to speak with you in private. Should I send it to your ready room?”

“Yes, ensign,” he said as he rose to his feet. He gathered his materials together and handed them to his personal attache. “I’ll take it immediately. Yeoman Colls, if you please come with me.” His attentive yeoman nodded and took the materials from him, tucking them into a satchel that hung from her shoulder. She was young, a junior cadet that Riktar saw much promise. Like him, she was a spotted Pantheran. Riktar held his hands behind his back as he walked to his ready room, his yeoman opening the door to let him in. Soon, they both disappeared inside.

Inside, he moved to his desk and brought up his personal communications console. His yeoman stood out of sight from the visual communication that he set up, punching in an encryption so the signal would be traced. “Go ahead, Black Eye,” he said without hesitation. “I caught your wave.”

“Nice,” the voice came over the comm, and a Jackai pirate sat down in the chair that was placed in front of the comm screen. It wasn’t Black Eye. “Except, sorry to say, Black Eye can’t be here right now,” the beige coloured Jackai said with a hint of scorn in his voice.

“You didn’t get in a fight and kill him, did you, Low Howl?” It was evident Riktar knew who he was speaking with. He made it a point to know each of the captains of the Jackai ships before he agreed upon anything with them.

“No, sadly,” Howl stated with his ever sarcastic voice. “But the Barrow’s Revenge did a real good job of that.” Howl sat back in his chair and stretched a bit. “Black Eye got cocky and decided he could take the Revenge on his own. He forgot about the Midnight Squadron. He has a nasty habit of forgetting things.”

“What happened to the ship?” Riktar said with a growl. “What happened to the crew?”

“Either one of two things,” Low Howl explained. “Either the Sifter took Black Eye and his boys and locked ‘em up in their brig. Which, would be bad considering that, as I recall, they were graciously given Pantheran lock tracers to prevent criminals from escaping. Didn’t they?” Howl leaned over to look directly at the screen. He pushed back and didn’t wait for a reply. “Or, they’re sitting in the brig on the Revenge, who just so happens to be traveling to Canin.”

“Why didn’t you stop them?” Riktar said through clenched teeth.

“Ah, let’s see,” Howl said as he looked up in thought. “Maybe it was because Clarendale and her crew already had taken out Ringer and Black Eye, I didn’t really feel like making it the Jackai trifecta.” Howl sat back in his chair and put his hands behind his head as though he were having a relaxing evening. “I bet right now Red Streak and her precious Sifter are tearing the Hyna’s Dread apart for salvage. And knowing them, they’re making sure to take down every single piece of inventory and logging it. So you can bet that those parts you gave us are on their way back to Central Council.”

“Black Eye was my contact, you idiot,” Riktar said, trying his best not to roar.

“Yeah, I know he was, pretty kitty,” Low Howl said in a mocking tone. “But as far as I’m concerned, we’re done. I’ve got brothers on three other ships that don’t wanna put their lives on the line for some Pather that wants to climb up some social ladder. The pay kinda sucks as it is. So, this is just to let you know, we quit. You’re on your own from here on in, Commander.” Without another word, Low Howl ended the communication, letting Riktar stew in his own anger.

He clenched his fists and panted heavily. His yeoman stepped back a couple of paces, not wanting to be the target of his wrath. Fortunately, his intercom chirped, diverting any angry attention away from her. “What is it?” he bellowed as he hit the comm switch.

“Um… commander,” the officer on the other end stated in a timid voice. “We’ve detected a ship that just made it’s way out of the Wayfarer’s Belt. The Barrow’s Revenge, sir.”

Riktar didn’t say anything at first, letting the information sink in. The Barrow’s Revenge. As Low Howl just informed him, the Revenge had taken out both Ring Tail and Black Eye’s ships. He put two and two together. Since they wouldn’t just leave the crew to float aimlessly, they probably took Black Eye and his crew into custody, with the hope of turning them over to Pantheran authorities. The Sifter would most certainly tear Black Eye’s ship apart. And if the Revenge didn’t have the communication logs of the Hyna’s Dread, then that would mean Red Streak would be getting her hands on it. Howl was right, she was meticulous when it came to salvage operations.

“I suppose,” Riktar said as calmly as he could. “We’ll have to intercept them. After all, they just took out a ship in Pantheran space, as I have been informed.”

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Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Thirty-one

The Revenge navigated her way through the rest of the Run without incident. Any damage that had occurred, whether during the battle with the Hyna’s Dread or from small asteroids making travel progress difficult, had been quickly repaired. Weapons systems had been replenished. The squadron of fighter craft had been refueled and refitted in the event they ran into more pirates. Here in the Canin territories, they most likely wouldn’t meet Jackai pirates. They’d more than like meet Pantheran pirates, a much tougher breed of pirate, yet somewhat more honourable than the Jackai. Not nearly as cutthroat in their actions. But pirates nonetheless.

There was also the worry and the warning that Renna Townes informed Captain Clarendale about. There could be a ship of the fleet that might hunt them down. They might not know about the crew of the Dread sitting in the brig of the Revenge, but they couldn’t take the chance that someone might have it in for them.

“We’re through the Run,” Norrin spoke up as the last of the asteroids past them. “Long range sensors are back online and we have full long range communication. Shall I contact the Sifter and inform Red Streak there’s a derelict in the Run?”

“Yes, Miss Norrin,” Crena announced from her usual position at the command console. “Let Red Streak know it was the Dread, and warn her there might be other ships still in that area. We aren’t sure how many in total were part of this venture.” Crena looked to Griffin and she continued issuing orders. “Mr. Griffin. Contact Admiral Felan Tal. According to his schedule, he would have arrived in the territory half a day before we did. His ship, Tiger’s Pride, should have taken the military run through the Belt.” Long ago, the treaty that ended the war between the Vulpine and Pantherans, it was written that for emergency purposes there would be a path set forth by military vessels through the Wayfarer’s Belt. This would be a different path than the one taken by merchant vessels and smaller scout class ships.

“Right away, Captain,” Griffin replied with a nod, then set to work opening a communication channel to the Tiger’s Pride.

“I’ve located the position of the Tiger’s Pride, Captain,” Taffy piped up. “She is currently docked at the Pantheran Hub.”

“Ship’s communications officer says that Admiral Tal is currently in his ready room,” Griffin added. “But, he is willing to speak with you. Only, the officer recommended a secure channel.”

Crena considered this information for a moment, then nodded to Griffin as she began to make her way to the Captain’s quarters. “Let the officer know I’ll take it in my quarters. Mr. Gor’lan, if you could accompany me, please.”

“Right away, Captain,” Lonny said as he fell in step with the Captain.

“Miss Norrin, you have the bridge,” Crena called out to her helms officer. Norrin acknowledged and moved from her place in the crow’s nest to the command console. “Keep her steady, and inform any ships we might meet that we have cargo to be delivered to the Lionid Ice Field Monastery. That is the truth, after all. But keep mum about the prisoners, and Agent Townes. Which reminds me.” She turned to Agent Townes before entering her quarters and motioned to him. He had been watching the crew perform and seemed quite impressed. “Agent, if you could join us, please.”

“Yes, of course,” he said as he walked the small length to the Captain’s quarters.

Once inside, Crena closed the door and moved to her desk. She opened a communications screen and tapped the command key. The colours of the Revenge popped up, flickered a moment, then the face of Admiral Felan Tal appeared. “Good evening, Captain,” he said in his usual gruff manner. “I trust your comms officer managed to scramble this before transferring it to your quarters.” It was more a statement than a question, as Tal peered through the screen, seeing the others with Crena. “Mr. Gor’lan, good to see you again. And…” he paused a moment and snorted lightly. “Agent Townes, I believe I had you stationed on the Tiger’s Claw.”

“Yes, Admiral,” Townes replied quickly and smartly. “I have a full report written up, and can present it to you when we meet face to face. Lieutenant Felix also has a report that you might like to see.”

“Felix,” Townes said as he scratched his chin. “Royal Vulpine Authority, if I’m not mistaken. Bounty hunter, is that correct?”

“Yes, Admiral,” Crena stated with a nod. “Uncle Tor assigned them to our ship in the event any diplomatic negotiations were needed.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Sadly, the only encounters we happened to have involved two Jackai ships. Felix proved her worth, along with the other pilots of the Nighthawk Squadron.”

“I heard about the one ship,” Tal said with a nod. “Tried taking you in open space on the Lupinian sector of space, didn’t he?”

“Yes, not too successfully, either I might add,” Crena stated flatly. “The other was the Hyna’s Dread. The entire crew happens to be sitting in our brig as we speak. I’ve left Norrin in command of the bridge while we speak, leaving her instructions to leave out any knowledge of them. We are on a cargo run, after all.”

“A wise decision indeed,” Tal replied with a nod. “If anyone does get nosey, let them know that I have strict instructions that I wish to meet with you.”

“Admiral, if I may,” Agent Townes spoke up.

“Yes Townes, what is it?”

“I believe you already am aware of my investigation,” Townes informed the Admiral, and to a point Crena and Gor’lan. “The suspicions we have had of a secret group that wants to stir up trouble in the Central Council. Well, it’s not far from the truth.” Townes took a deep breath to compose himself. He felt anger every time he thought of what happened to the crew of the Tiger’s Claw. “The Night Sky was signaled by Black Eye’s ship.”

Felan Tal took a deep breath and attempted to remain calm. His facial features were giving away the anger he was already feeling. Riktar was one of his officers, and in direct command under him. “Listen to me Crena, very carefully. I will send two of my own ships to escort you to the Pantheran Hub. From there, you, Agent Townes, this Lieutenant Felix and myself will go to see the Central Council. Prisoners will be transported to one of the escort ships. If you should run into Riktar, do not let him know what is going on. Lie, if you have to. That goes for you as well, Agent Townes,” Felan stated with a raised finger. Townes nodded firmly in response, letting the Admiral continue. “I gave your uncle a promise, Crena. I do not renege on a promise.”

“Understood, Admiral,” Crena replied with a nod. “Just to be on the safe side, I hope you don’t mind if I have my fighter pilots at the ready. I want my ace in the hole just in case things begin to unravel.”

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Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Thirty

Hangar Bay, Barrow’s Revenge

The Mavericks and Nighthawks returned to roost without any problems. None of them suffered any damage, thanks to the nimble piloting skills of the squadron and due to the fact the Jackai never even had an opportunity to fire. Once the hangar doors were closed, the pilots began unloading the prisoners and their new passenger.

“Fanger,” Talia called out as she saw the extra figures, most in irons. “Gather a security detail and take anyone in irons to the brig.” She studied the Pantheran with the pilots and walked over directly to him. “You’re a long way from home.”

“You must be the chief engineer,” Townes stated, nursing his left arm. His knowledge of the Revenge didn’t come from spying or intelligence reports, but rather the wonder of the ship itself. Most of the crew was well known throughout the space lanes. “I’d like to speak with Captain Clarendale.”

“Not before you thee the doctor to have that arm bandaged properly,” Senia announced. “There will be more than enough time to talk to the Captain after that.”

“Whole heartedly agreed,” Dawkins said as he stepped forward. He looked over the Pantheran Agent, then moved to Senia’s side. “Well done, Left-tenant. Minor injuries and no fatalities. If you were under my command, I’d be giving you a commendation. Fortunately, I still have some pull with the flyboys still in the Royal Air Corps.” Senia nodded her thanks, hiding a slight embarassment. Dawkins then turned to face Townes. “Dr. Re is the finest doctor in the region. A bit of a stubborn chap, mind you, but he does his work well. He’ll have that wing fixed and then you can see Captain Clarendale. No doubt, she has already been appraised of the situation, and is preparing to talk with you immediately as we speak.” Dawkins turned to two of his pilots, giving them a casual salute, which they returned in kind. “Taggart. Edgewick. Escort the Pantheran to the medical bay at once, and then inform the Captain of his whereabouts.” Both nodded quickly and began to lead Townes toward the lifts.

Dawkins looked to Talia and smiled. “Excellent work on the guns, Midnight. Gave us good cover fire. Took that Jackai ship right out of the fight.”

“Don’t thank me, Blackie,” Talia smiled and drapped her arm over his shoulder. “Give credit to Fanger and Snowy. Krillis was helping me make sure the engine was kept in good working order during the fight.”

“Snowy!” Dawkins said as he rubbed his chin. “New crew member. Transient, I believe. Going back home to Canin, is that right?”

“Yeah,” Talia remarked with a sigh, as the two began walking the length of the tarmac back to Dawkins’ office. Behind them, the other pilots were helping the security detail transport the prisoners to the brig and making certain the fighter craft were securely locked down. “Shame too, she’s good on the guns, plus she’s got a knack with a decent dinner as well.” Talia chuckled lightly and the two went off into Dawkins office. As they disappeared, so too did everyone else from the tarmac of the hangar bay.

  *****

Snowy and Krillis had finished shutting down their work stations and making sure the weapons systems were powered down. As they began to make their way back to the lifts, they ran into the small duo of Taggart and Edgewick as they were escorting the Pantheran Agent. The Agent only glanced in Krillis and Snowy’s direction, letting out a snort as he passed, compared to the more polite calls of ‘excuse me, coming through’ from Taggart and Edgewick.

Krillis carefully went to the side, shooting Toiwnes a bit of a glare when the large Pantheran bumped him. The Agent turned and looked to Krillis, nodding in an apology. “Sorry about that,” Townes said in a flat voice.”

“Hallways can be a bit thin at times, lad,” Krillis replied. “No worries at all.” Krillis rushed Snowy along, looking back as Taggart and Edgewick disappeared around a corner with Townes.

“I’m a bit curious to find out why someone of his type was on that ship,” Snowy commented.

Krillis looked to her and snorted a laugh. “Could be any number o’ reasons, Snowy.”

“Think we’ll ever find out?”

“Let me tell you somethin’,” Krillis said as he opened the doors to the lifts. He continued his thought as Snowy stepped on board. “There’s only two people on board this ship that Captain Clarendale confides in b’sides the Doctor an’ Mr. Gor’lan.” He nudged Snowy lightly. “An’ that’s the cook. An’ no doubt, because the Captain has called for you in the past couple of details involvin’ these brutes, you’ll probably get first hand knowledge o’ what’s ’bout ta take place.”

“Wait! We’ll be serving tea?” Snowy said in some shock. “How does that guarantee we’ll find out.”

“An Agent like Townes knows Vulpine tradition,” Krillis explained. “Vulpines respect anyone who can offer an’ serve tea, it’s part o’ their culture. Has been since the time o’ the Great Crossin’. Now, Captain knows that agent ain’t gonna serve tea, but she’ll be able ta detect any trace o’ a lie by the way he drinks it.”

“And we’ll be there to serve it,” Snowy added, almost a question, but making a statement.

“An’ Doctor Re will be there, as he’ll most likely be examinin’ his injuries,” Krillis went on. “Take it ya noticed how he was holdin’ his arm. An’ Lonny’ll be there. An’ Dawkins. An’ in this case, most likely the Left-tenant will be there as well.” The doors of the lift opened and Krillis held out his hand to let Snowy off first, continuing as they disembarked. “An’ so will we. So, that means we best get ourselves ready.”

 *****

Townes was taken care of quickly, his injuries were minor. Dawkins had a bit of a rest, and the pilots of both squadrons had changed into less official attire, with the exception of Senia, who had changed into her official uniform. The Left-tenant knew that there would be a debriefing, Dawkins had told her. And the Captain would most likely want both their presence during that debriefing. Taggart had taken the communication logs to Griffin to translate. By the time any meeting would be held, the Captain would have a full docket in front of her. They weren’t members of the Royal Vulpine Authority, but they held onto some of the traditions of the Authority. And Captain Clarendale would announce when such a meeting would take place.

“Attention all crew,” Crena announced over the general comm signal that went across the ship. “Would the following please join me in the Captain’s quarters. Doctor Horatio Re, Colonel Artemis Dawkins, Left-tenant Senia Felix, Pantheran Agent Renna Townes, and would Mr. Krillis and Miss Snow please bring refreshments. Thank you.”

With the general announcement made, those called made their way to the Captain’s quarters. Gor’lan was already going over the transcripts with Crena as Krillis and Snowy arrived first. They both went about setting the tea services, and then stood behind the Captain’s desk. Next came Colonel Dawkins and Left-tenant Felix, both of whom took up seats to the right of the Captain’s desk. Felix handed the Captain a report and sat down. Crena thanked her and quickly read over it, nodding her approval when she came to the part that revealed Townes tackled Black Eye as he was about to attack Billings. As they all came in, Krillis and Snowy set out tea for them, which they accepted politely.

Finally, Doctor Re entered along with Agent Townes. A chair had already been placed in front of the desk, and Doctor Re ushered Townes to sit, and then went to his own chair to the left of the captain’s desk. Krillis offered the doctor some tea and he accepted it, while Snowy took a cup to Agent Townes.

Townes looked at the tea cup in front of him, then to the Captain. “I’ve read you Vulpine do take tea, but I’ve never experienced it for myself.” He lifted the cup and sipped it carefully. “Not bad,” he said with a nod indicating he was quite impressed.

“Never been to the Vulpine sector of space, then Agent Townes?” Crena asked as she stirred her tea.

“I’ve never had the opportunity, no,” Townes replied.

“I suggest that sometime you should, Agent,” Crena said as she opened up the files both Griffin and Felix had given her. “You’ll pardon me if I dispense with the pleasantries for now and get right to business.” She turned to Dr. Re. “I assume his injuries were minor. Felix’s report shows minor bruising and a hairline fracture.”

“Yes Captain,” Re stated with a nod as he set his tea down and retrieved his medical chart. “We managed to cast it for now, it came close to breaking. Possibly due to the quick action Agent Townes took in tackling Black Eye as he was about to advance on the Corporal.”

“With all due respect to the Corporal,” Townes offered with a nod as he held up his tea cup. “I saw an opportunity to take down Black Eye, and I took it.”

“I believe Corporal Billingth would underthtand the thituation, Agent,” Felix offered with a nod. Townes nodded in reply and sipped his tea.

“As we have discovered, Agent Townes,” Crena continued. “Mr. Griffin was able to translate the Hyna’s Dread communication logs, and came across something rather curious. There was a signal sent to a Pantheran vessel. Official fleet registration. The Night Sky.”

“I can’t confirm nor deny that,” Townes offered as he set his tea and saucer down on the desk. “I can say, however, it does confirm some suspicions that my superiors within the Central Council have had. There has been a feeling that one or two ships in the Pantheran fleet have been issued secret orders to assist the Jackai. Make things difficult for merchant ships.”

“Do you know how many ships are under the Jackai fleet?” Crena asked and took a sip of her tea.

“From what I could gather,” Townes said with a sigh. “There were nine ships in total. That number is most likely cut down by three or four. Now with the Dread taken out and with Ring Tail in custody. When I stowed away on the Dread, I had heard that one or two others were lost when they tried attacking the Sifter.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Crena offered as she rose to her feet. “Red Streak and her crew would sooner die in battle than see that ship taken. They’d defend it tooth and nail. Just glad we happen to be friends with her.” She walked around the desk and stood beside Townes. “I understand you were on board the Tiger’s Claw when it was taken.”

“Yes ma’am,” Townes replied with a firm nod, a touch of sorrow and anger in his eyes at the mention of the Tiger’s Claw.

“Then, might I propose this to you, Agent Townes.” Crena stood straight and tucked her arms behind her back as she spoke to him. “We have been asked by both the representative of the Pantheran Fleet and the Royal Vulpine Authority to investigate this matter. We could use any insight that you may have. With you on board, combined with the Authority bounty hunters,” she said as she motioned toward Senia. “It will prove that this matter is very serious indeed. Also, with you on board, we might be able to circumvent any prejudices that we might run into from Pantheran fleet officers regarding the Revenge.”

Townes looked directly to Crena and studied her carefully. He thought on her words for a moment, then nodded slowly. “To keep the peace. To uncover the traitor who may be beneath this threat. You’ll have my help. I promise you that.”

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November 25, 2011 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: Lupine Star System, NaNoWriMo, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Twenty-nine

On the bridge, the crew was formed up into three groups. Sage Runner and his assistant were working to divert power to life support and keep the ship stabilized. Black Eye was standing in front of his command chair, watching the screen that displayed the Revenge and the pilots of the Midnight Squadron buzzing about. The two navigation officers were studying diagnostic information. And three others were waiting by the door, listening.

“Captain,” one of them said quietly. “I can hear movement in the hallway.”

“How many do you think?” Black Eye said in a calm voice, with just a hint of anger. He was trying to force his fury down, keep calm so that anyone who boarded the vessel might be caught unaware.

“Not sure,” he reported. “But I’d venture we might be dealing with six. Broken Tooth did say there were only four fighter craft buzzing us now, the others could be on board.”

“Or, they could be hanging back of the ship, waiting to see if we launch escape pods,” Black Eye suggested. “Either way, I’ll feel better when I see those ships destroyed. Without weapons, however, I’ll feel even better personally seeing to it that these Vulppies meet their Great Mother.” The last he said with a sarcastic snort. He was about to issue new orders when a loud banging came at the door to the bridge. Everyone was silent, looking directly to the door. Another bang, someone was pounding their fist against it, followed quickly with a muffled call.

“Black Eye,” the voice called out. “This is Agent Renna Townes. Open the door and surrender yourself.”

“Agent?” Black Eye said as he looked to his crew, then replied again directly and in a much louder voice. “As in Pantheran Central Council?”

“Exactly.”

“Really?” Black Eye said with a snort of laughter. “Nice try Vulppie. The Revenge isn’t affiliated with the Pantherans and last I checked, captained by a Vulpine. You can’t trick us.”

“Black Eye, you know you’re an idiot, right,” Townes stated more than asked. Black Eye scowled, but Townes continued before the Jackai captain could answer. “I came on board during your raid of the Tiger’s Claw. You know, the attack that you and Ring Tail coordinated. Though, I have been informed that Ringer should be rotting in a prison cell soon enough. I can arrange a visit if you like. Oh, but that’s right. You’re in Pantheran space.” Townes chuckled which was muffled behind the door. The Jackai knew well enough he was who he said he was. “I’d really like to talk to you about the third ship that appeared. I never had a chance to identify it.”

“Why don’t you open the door and we’ll talk,” Black Eye said as he brought his axe forward. “A nice, long talk.” He gripped it tight and began walking toward the door.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Townes called out, and with a sudden blast, the doors burst inward. The Jackai took a step back, seeing the dark figure of the Pantheran framed in the doorway. He was snarling a sickening smile, and when he spoke, it was with a low growl. “Say hello to Lieutenant Felix, by the way.”

The quick introduction was followed with heavy phaser fire as Townes stepped back into the hallway, crouching down behind one of the cargo crates. The battle had gone from a planned hand to hand battle, to one involving duck and cover. At least, that’s how Black Eye saw it. The Vulpine, along with Agent Townes, saw it in a completely different light.

Billings barked out whenever a crew member on the bridge had been stunned, once there were three down, they began to advance. Senia and Taggart rolled into the room, covering each other as the moved. Townes crept closer to the door, using the edges of the frame for cover and firing his pistol when he could. Edgewick stayed along with him, encouraging Townes to move to the fallen, unconscious form of a Jackai pirate. When they were safely in cover, Edgewick would lock him in irons, then begin firing as they would move to the next fallen pirate.

Black Eye and his men were caught completely off guard. They had each crawled back into cover, as little as they had on the bridge. Black Eye himself was forced back to take cover behind his command chair, which was proving to be less than helpful. Phaser fire was cutting into it. His men were falling quickly to the attack, much more coordinated than he’d ever seen, or ever tried to muster. Just then, he realized. Some of these Vulpine were Royal Authority bounty hunters. No wonder it was so fast. Combined with a Pantheran Agent, it was brutally fast. Fortunately, they were firing to stun, not kill. That would be their weakness. No ability to kill when they have an enemy cornered.

He quickly took count of where the shots were being fired from. All but one was concentrating on firing. One of the males was busily reading a scanner, and communicating with the Revenge. That would be his target. He took a deep breath, then shouted out with a howl, and lunged toward Billings. Billings could only look up, wide eyed as he tried to raise his phaser rifle. Forunately, for as fast as Black Eye was, Townes was even faster.

Townes saw Black Eye move, and he moved to counter it, leaping from the side with the intent to tackle the Jackai captain. If he managed to break a couple of ribs in the process, so be it. They wanted him for questioning, that meant injury was an option. As long as it didn’t kill him. Black Eye never saw it coming, as Townes slammed against his side. The force knocked the wind out of him for a moment, as Townes momentum carried them against a navigation console. Townes slapped the double axe from Black Eye’s hands with a powerful back hand, and grabbed the captain’s snout with his other hand, squeezing hard.

“Make one move, filth,” Townes said in a low growl. “And I’ll snap this off without another thought.” Black Eye studied the Pantheran, seeing the rage in his eyes. He shrank back, mostly out of fear which he tried to hide, but couldn’t all that well. Edgewick and Billings trained their weapons on Black Eye, as Taggart put him in irons. Townes looked to Felix and nodded firmly, signaling all was clear.

Senia nodded back and began issuing orders for dealing with the pirates. “Billingth. Edgewick. If you could take the prithonerth to the fighterth and lock them in thecurely. Plathe three in the Nighthawkth, they’re build for it.” She turned to Townes and took a deep breath. “If you could take Black Eye to my ship, I’d like you to accompany me. Billingth can show you which one it ith.” Townes nodded and dragged Black Eye to his feet. “Taggart, might be a good idea to download any communication logth on thith tub, take them back to the Revenge.”

“On it, Felix,” he replied as he began running through communication logs, navigation logs and repair logs.

Senia then took out her communicator and signalled the Revenge. “Left-tenant Felix to Barrow’th Revenge.”

“Read you loud and clear, Left-tenant,” came the reply as the voice of Norrin came over the comm.

“All Jackai crew are accounted for and captured,” she said and took a look around at her own unit. The all nodded back to her, a signal they were fine. “No injurieth here, thave for the one Agent Towneth thuthtained earlier. We are ready to tranthport back to the Revenge.”

“Good to hear, Left-tenant,” Norrin replied. “We’ll see you back home.”

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November 24, 2011 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: Lupine Star System, NaNoWriMo, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Twenty-eight

Captain Clarendale watched the bulk of the Hyna’s Dread as it floated in space before the Revenge. They were fortunate they had a good crew, Norrin’s detection of the radiation trail saved them from serious damage to the ship. Now, she just had to wait for Felix and the other pilots to bring the main crew of the Dread back to the Revenge for questioning.

Norrin had already scanned the several times for life signs as the pilots went inside. And she brought up something interesting in her findings.

“Eight crew members, almost all on the bridge,” Norrin informed the captain as she brought up the scanner readings on the command console. “There’s Felix and the others, but it seems they’ve caught someone. And, as odd as this may sound, Captain. With the close proximity of the ships, I’m getting much better readings. I think that is a Pantheran.”

Crena’s ears perked up and she looked to Norrin. “By the Great Mother, what is a Pantheran doing on a Jackai ship? I know that there are Pantheran pirates. There’s even a couple of Vulpine pirate ships, but they usually don’t get along with Jackai raiders very well.”

Norrin merely shrugged and shook her head. “It does appear as though Felix is questioning him. There was no phaser fire, and I think they pulled him out of an airlock. Not one hundred percent sure.”

The mystery was soon solved as the communications link indicating Senia was calling in sounded out. “Go ahead, Left-tenant,” Captain Clarendale said as she quickly opened the channel.

“We’ve found Agent Renna Towneth,” Senia reported. Norrin and Gor’lan, who was ever present next to Crena, listened in carefully. “He ith a member of the Pantheran Thentral Counthil and wath aboard the Tiger’th Claw when it wath attacked. He hath thecretly been on board all that time.”

Crena looked to Norrin and Gor’lan. They were each as surprised as she was to hear that a special agent, close to the Pantheran government, was secretly on board. “Do you believe him to be a threat, Left-tenant?”

“No Captain,” he ith willing to join uth in detaining the Jackai crew.

“Be on the watch, Felix,” Norrin stated as she placed a hand on Crena’s shoulder. “Sensors detect there’s at least eight crew, mostly on the bridge.” Crena nodded to Norrin, a wise choice to inform Senia about the extra crew.

“Thank you, Mith Norrin,” Senia replied quickly. “That will help a great deal. I can contact Colonel Dawkinth, let him know our thituation.”

“No Left-tenant,” Crena stated. “I’ll do that. You take your team and contain the Jackai. Captain out.” She hands flew over the console again as she brought up Dawkins comm signal. “Captain Clarendale to Maverick Leader One.”

“Maverick Leader One reading you loud and clear, Captain,” Dawkins responded quickly. “What’s the situation?”

“Felix found a Pantheran on board the Dread. And Norrin has detected only eight crew on board.”

“Running a bit light for a ship this size, aren’t they?” Dawkins scoffed. No wonder they were out matched by the Revenge and the Midnight Squadron.

“All things considered, they’re lucky,” Crena said with a sign. “Had they met with any Pantheran vessel, they might be floating in space right now. Request you send two more pilots to assist the team in the ship.”

“Done, Captain,” Dawkins replied, anticipating her orders as was the usual case in situations like these. “I’ve sent Maneyard and Hardigar inside to join them. That should even things up a bit.”

“Well done, Colonel,” Crena said. “Let’s make sure this is quick.”

The four Vulpine and the Pantheran waited behind a control shield as the two extra pilots landed their craft. Billings and Hardigar soon joined the small unit when the doors were closed and the air reset. Once together and weapons check, along with Agent Renna, they began to move slowly down the halls of the ship.

“One thing before we continue on, Agent Renna,” Senia said in a low voice as the group stopped in the hallway not far from the bridge. “We may be in Pantheran thpathe right now, but they attacked our ship. I’ll take command. Are you willing to take orderth from me?”

“Part of me wants revenge for the slaughter of the Tiger’s Claw and her crew,” Renna stated with a low growl. “But I also know that you want them alive. They do need to be questioned. This is your operation, I’ll follow your lead. Besides, I don’t think you’d act any different if our roles were reversed.”

Senia nodded and began motioning to the others to come closer. “Billings, can you get a read out on the bridge crew and their pothitionth?”

“I’ll have a three dimensional map in just a few seconds, ma’am,” he said with a nod and began reconfiguring his scanner.

“We’ll thtay in cover of the hallway for the time being,” Senia informed them all as she pulled a phase pistol from her hip holster. “The hallway will give uth cover, and give them no choithe but to try and rush uth all.” She handed her pistol to Renna. “I notithed you are without a weapon. Familiar with thith kind?”

“A bit small, but I can handle it,” he said with a nod as he took the pistol and checked it over, making sure it was on the stun setting. “Personally, I’d like a face to face lashing of the captain, but I know the situation well enough.”

Senia nodded and began directing the pilots to take up positions in the hallway. With Renna’s help, they dragged in cargo crates to use as cover, littering the hallway with obstacles that would make it difficult for the Jackai should they attempt to make an offensive and bring the fight to the seven in the hallway. Taggart and Senia flanked the doorway, as Billings and Edgewick crouched down behind a cargo crate that had a full view of the door and hopefully would give solid location of those inside. Maneyard and Hardigar each took a position next to a service door, busily welding it shut to counter any rear attack in case one of the Jackai used an air vent to come at them.

“I’ll knock on the door,” Renna suggested. “It’ll be a surprise and make the captain mighty angry. You stay in positions and wait. Take out the guards as they come out. I’ll duck into cover as soon as the firing starts.”

“There’s three near the doorway,” Billings piped up as he looked over his scanner. It had been rigged to give a display of the room in front of them. “Two on the left and one on the right. Two more at what could be a command console an’ I figure the captain is right behind them. There’s two other figures to the right, maybe tryin’ ta get power diverted.”

Renna stepped back to look at the scanner display. He growled and looked back to the doorway. “Something’s wrong. The signatures aren’t moving like a crew desperate to repair their ship, it looks more like…” He paused and looked to Senia. “They’re getting into defensive pattern. They know we’re here.”

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November 23, 2011 | Categories: The Barrow's Revenge, Writing | Tags: Lupine Star System, NaNoWriMo, prose, Science fiction, Writing | Leave A Comment »

Swift Fox and the Pirates of the Jackai, Part Twenty-seven

The Revenge had stopped firing her energy cannons long ago. The first wave that Snowy let loose pretty much took any fight out of the old Jackai ship. The sting of the fighter crafts did the rest to drop her dead in the water. By Captain Clarendale’s command, the squadron of fighters began criss crossing the surface of the ship, watching for any activity. In a pass made by Senia Felix and Edgewick, Senia spotted something. The doors to the Hyna’s Dread cargo bay were wide open.

“Nighthawk Leader One,” Senia announced over the comm. “I thpotted thomething. Not sure if it’th a trap, but the cargo bay doorth are open. I’m thcanning now to thee if there ith anything amith.” There was silence over the comms as Senia scanned the situation. Satisfied, she continued. “No weaponth are inthide, and no thignth of life either. Permission to invethtigate.”

“Granted, Nighthawk Leader One,” Dawkins replied quickly. “Take Edgewick with you. Billings, Taggart. Meet with Left-tenant Felix and continue the investigation there. I’ll radio the Revenge and keep her appraised of our situation.” Dawkins received acknowledgment from both pilots and the two fighter craft went off to join Felix and Edgewick. When Dawkins was satisfied that the group would be together, he contacted the Revenge. “Maverick Leader One, do you read, Captain?”

“Captain Clarendale, reading you loud and clear, Maverick Leader One,” Crena said over the comm system. “What is the situation, Colonel?”

“Felix found an open cargo bay,” Dawkins reported quickly. “She, along with Edgewick, Taggart and Billings are going to investigate.”

“Make sure they have rifles and pistols at the ready,” Crena replied and added without hesitation. “Set any phase weapons to stun. I want them alive. Maybe we’ll get a chance to grill them before turning them over to the Pantheran Central Council. After all, they fired on my ship and my crew. An action such as that makes me a tad angry.”

“Understood, Captain,” Dawkins stated, then relayed the orders onto the four fighter craft.

Senia lead the four carefully into the cargo bay. It was large enough to fit two craft at a time. The pilots took note of the emergency lighting, splashing eerie light throughout the bay. “Edgewick,” Senia called out through her comm. “Any chanthe you can hack the thythtem, clothe the doorth and vent air back into the room?”

“Working on it now, Left-tenant,” Edgewick replied. “I think I’ve got it, not a lot of power by the look of it. Seems they tried diverting everything to weapons systems, including life support. Here we go,” he called out as there was a muffled hum. The doors closed slowly, shaking slightly as the airlocks connected. Edgewick then began venting air back into the bay. “Bet you anything someone on board knows that we’re here.”

“Agreed,” Senia replied as she monitored the air content of the bay as it began to fill up again. “Weaponth at the ready, and keep a sharp pair of eyeth open. We should expect hothtile actionth.” She gave the signal and opened her cockpit, the other pilots watching for a moment before opening their own. They disembarked in pairs, Senia and Edgewick dropping down first as Taggart and Billings watched the area for any signs of movement. When they were on the ground safely, Senia and Edgewick found cover and Taggart and Billings climbed down to join them.

Wordlessly, they moved through the piles of boxes and crates that seemed strewn throughout the cargo bay. A sign the Jackai were more interested in the financial gain of plunder than the repair, maintenance and security of their own ship. The four Vulpine crept through the maze of crates, holding their rifles ready in case anything came out to surprise them. Billings had point and had his scanner mounted on his rifle, reading any life signs that might be in front of the group. He stopped quickly as they approached a doorway, holding up his hand to stop the others quietly. Pointing toward a large ventilation hatch, he said in a low whisper. “Heat signature in there. It’s big, ’bout the size of a Jackai.”

Senia nodded, then motioned for Taggart and Edgewick to flank the vent on the other side as she and Billings took the side by the door. Taggart nodded when he was ready and Billings pulled the grating off slowly, setting it aside as Taggart shone a light inside with his weapon trained. “I think it’s dead,” he reported when he saw no movement.

“Can’t be,” Billings stated as he checked his readout one more time. “I’m definitely getting’ a life sign pattern off of it. Hold up,” he said as his ears fell back on his head. “This can’t be right. Permission to drag the body out, ma’am,” he said, looking to Senia. She nodded firmly, and Billings and Taggart reached inside the dark shaft. Felix and Edgewick kept watch while the other two Vulpine dragged the body out.

“Well, Billings was right,” Taggart said from inside the shaft. “Bloke’s breathin’ alright.” He and Billings grunted and struggled a bit to drag the body out, pausing only when the four got a good look at whoever it was. “He also ain’t Jackai,” Taggart said with a sigh.

Taggart was right. They had pulled out a wounded Pantheran from the shaft. A muscular one at that, with black and orange fur markings, and groaning lightly as though at the edge of sleep. Billings brushed away some of the debris from the shaft away from the Pantheran’s tunic and stopped. He looked up to Senia and pointed out the familiar insignia on the tunic. “He’s also Pantheran Central Council. By the Great Mother, what’s a Pantheran Council Agent doin’ on a Jackai ship?”

“Couldn’t've been workin’ for the Jackai,” Edgewick offered. “Council Agents would never stoop that low. But the Jackai would haveta be dim as dirt not ta detect this one on board.”

“They are dim as dirt,” the Pantheran said with a groan. The four Vulpine came to attention, weapons drawn and aimed on the Agent. “And no, we wouldn’t stoop that low.” The Pantheran slowly sat up, rubbed his head and looked to each face through squinting eyes. “I don’t recall smelling any Vulpine on this ship, so I’ll assume…” He paused as he looked over the uniforms for a moment. “Since when did the Barrow’s Revenge have Royal Vulpine Authority bounty hunters detailed to their vessel?”

“A better quethtion might be why ith a Pantheran Central Counthil agent on board a Jackai pirate ship,” Senia said in her best authoritative voice as she stepped closer to the Agent.

“Easy, Lieutenant,” the Pantheran said as he raised a hand to signal he meant no harm. “I’m not about to want to start an intergalactic war, and I doubt you are either. You’ve got questions, so ask them. But let me answer the first question you probably have.” He motioned back to the ventilation duct. “How did I survive in there when the cargo bay was open.”

“The thought had crothed my mind, yeth,” Senia replied, then moved back to allow the Agent to answer. She looked to the others and they lowered their weapons, but didn’t holster them. Billings listened, but kept a trained eye on his scanner.

“The cargo bay opened just when the attack came,” he said as he looked to the four Vulpine. “I assume you had something to do with that.”

“Captain Clarendale was protecting her ship,” Taggart answered, a tug of pride in his voice. “The Jackai tried to ambush us.”

“They’ve gotten very good at that,” the Pantheran replied with a shrug. “When combat began, the cargo bay doors blew open. I had just enough time to crawl into there and seal it behind me. The rush of air was enough to jar me, though. I passed out. Obviously not for long, though. Before I went under, I put a portable shield up, to block any air from going out. Not only saved me, but most likely everyone else on board.”

“Quick thinking, that,” Senia replied. “What ith your name?”

“Agent Renna Townes,” he said with a nod. “I was dispatched to help the border patrols look into Jackai raids.” He looked to Senia and perked an eyebrow as he studied her. “You know, I don’t talk to many Vulpine but the way you talk…”

“Yeth, I am fully aware of my thpeech impediment, Agent. That ith not the issue at prethent, however.” She cleared her throat and steered the line of questioning back on course. “And jutht how did you get here on board thith ship.”

“I was on board the Tiger’s Claw, a standard class scout ship,” he explained as he sat back against the wall. “We were patrolling the borders, as I said. We were surprised by two ships, this one and another lead by Ring Tail.” The four Vulpine looked to each other for a moment, then back to Renna. He chuckled lightly, groaning a bit and held a hand to his chest. Senia motioned to Edgewick to scan him for injuries. “You know that’s not necessary,” he said, but never stopped Edgewick. “And I’ll assume by your looks that you already dealt with Ring Tail.” Senia only nodded to confirm this, motioning for Renna to continue. “Anyway, they hit us hard and fast. As is usual with Jackai, they don’t destroy a ship outright. They knocked out all our weapons systems, scanners, engine drive… everything. Though, our helmsman thought she saw another ship. I couldn’t confirm it, because by the time I would have check we were fighting hand to hand.”

He winced a bit as Edgewick found a small fracture in his arm and began to put a splint on it. “Hold still,” he warned. “We can get you fixed up proper on board the Revenge.”

“Okay… ow! Maybe there was some wounds needing attention,” he hissed and winced as a shot of pain went through his arm, but he continued his explanation. “The commander of the Tiger’s Claw ordered me onto the Jackai ship. He knew why I was there, and he felt my mission was more important than his own survival. He and the crew died so I could get on board. And I found out a few things.”

“Thuch ath?”

“There’s a traitor in the ranks of the Pantheran Central Council.”

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