Peter David - After Earth

“In fact, your own father flew some of the Lightstream experimental shuttles for NASA before becoming a private pilot,” Lider continued. Raige was impressed that a man with this much on his mind could conjure up such details without a briefing report. That told him a lot about how serious this conversation was. The secretary general wouldn’t have boned up on his life and background if this wasn’t about something huge.

“His sister, your aunt Sarah, was once director of homeland security and fiercely guarded the Lightstream Project, cherishing it as both a family and a national treasure,” Lider added with a small smile. “After all, the LST tech was actually owned globally given how many people from different countries had contributed to its development since its discovery in 1908.”

Lider continued his questioning. “So tell me, if you knew all about the legacy, what led you to the military?”

“Truth be told, sir, I wasn’t born with that particular scientific aptitude. I can’t sit in a lab and do research, and if we’re being honest here, I am not much for great heights,” Raige said.

“Which leaves out flying,” Lider said, nodding. “So you decided to enlist and see the world.”

“More like try to save it from itself,” Raige said. “Of course, once I filed the data work, I was shuffled over to the Rangers.”

“True. By then we were screening heavily to find promising recruits, and now look at you, nine years in, an impressive rank and record,” the secretary general said with a father’s pride. “The field promotion in Portugal, for example. Tell me about that.”

“You obviously read the report, sir. An extremist group was threatening a port with famine relief supplies destined for Morocco. They had booby-trapped the ships and the port and jammed the radio frequencies. While we negotiated for the release of the crews, I was sent in with a team to liberate the port. When my chief officer was shot down, I began issuing orders, and we successfully took the port. I then sent frogmen into the sea to disarm the ships.”

“All the while, the negotiations continued,” Lider said.

“Politicians can talk all they want, and we took advantage of the stalling.”

“Loss of life?”

“On our side, just my CO, Sergeant Conway. On their side, two dozen.”

“Impressive work.”

“Thank you, sir,” Raige said, suddenly feeling impatient, wanting the interrogation to end and for Lider to move on to the point.

“Are you hoping to be placed on an ark and leave this world behind?”

Was this what it was about, a posting on an ark? Couldn’t be; the SG was too busy for that.

“It’d be nice, but I’m no one special, just a grunt trying his best,” Raige said.

“You sound humble, but you come from a line that is anything but. In fact, your lineage is what brought you to my attention. You serve the Rangers and the world, but there’s a more personal stake at work here, too. You want Lightstream to work and save us all, don’t you?”

“Well, save as many as we can, yes, sir,” he said.

“You have an impressive mix of credentials and glowing reports from General Rodgers, Colonel Mishkin, and Senator McCluskey. I’ve seen footage of you at work and studied your file for days,” Lider admitted.

That didn’t exactly surprise Raige, but it did fuel his curiosity and make him feel antsy. He’d been sitting long enough.

“Everything we do at the UN, at Project Next Generation, and with the Rangers has to work on multiple levels. We have to move things forward, protect the project to save humankind from itself, and we have to send out a constant stream of signals that we have their best interests at heart. We have to, in short, make the wisest choices, ignoring all the old rules and protocols. Frankly, I’m likely to be the last secretary general, and I don’t have to worry about a legacy or election. I can act freely and intend to do that right now.”

Lider stood, and Raige matched his action.

“Skyler, I intend to make the United Ranger Corps a fully independent body, answerable to no one. The primary goal remains to preserve humanity. That mission objective will not change until the last ark leaves Earth’s orbit. Each one will carry Rangers to keep the peace for the next hundred years until the arks arrive at Nova Prime. From this moment forward, it needs a face the people can trust. It also needs a leader. I’ve created the post of Supreme Commander and would like you to accept this assignment.”

Raige’s jaw fell open. His legs trembled, and he gripped the armrests on the chair to stay upright. Supreme Commander was a powerful title. But he was just twenty-nine; how could he command a global operation, ordering people nearly twice his age to fight? Surely there had to be other, more experienced and qualified senior officers.

“Sir?”

“The Raiges have been caretakers of the LST tech for over a century, and it needs a Raige now to ensure it can do what we pray it can do. I need a strong, youthful, and, in your case, handsome face for the Rangers. We need to project confidence in having a future, so we’re skipping a few generations of senior officers. The Rangers have been asked to do some difficult tasks, and now they are going to be asked to do some pretty impossible things over the next few years. It means the Rangers will be protecting those selected to leave Earth and also those who are being consigned to a fairly grisly death. It means protecting the transport ships from workers who understand they are building a means of escape for others. This job offer comes with no guarantee you yourself will be placed on an ark. I know it’s a lot to ask someone so young, but trust me, this was not a choice hastily made.”

Raige’s mind was awhirl with fears, concerns, plans, hopes, and a certain elation at the recognition. His parents and family would be delighted as they always wanted him to be part of the “family business” and here he was, charged with protecting it.

“Thank you, sir. Where will the Corps be based? What is the command structure intended to be without UN oversight?”

“Good questions,” Lider said, a twinkle in his tired eyes. “Does this mean you accept?”

“It is a huge honor, sir. And a powerful responsibility. But how could I possibly refuse the secretary general, speaking essentially for the world?”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Lider said, extending his hand.

Raige hesitated for a moment, the enormity of the next instant looming large in his mind. His heart was pounding, and he struggled for control. Finally, the hand crossed the short distance and sealed the deal. He had walked in a sergeant major and was about to walk out a commander, no, a Supreme Commander, something unheard of.

“Sato will take you next door to run through the schedule. We announce your promotion at eight tonight, and as of 12:01 a.m., you take charge. You will see he was most thorough and left half an hour for you to call your parents.”

They really had all the bases covered. His agreeing had been a foregone conclusion, and if he had said no, he would have been kept in the room until that was turned into an affirmative.

Raige stepped out of the office, his mind racing with ideas, questions, concerns, and a rising sense of excitement. This had tremendous possibilities, and he had a few years to shape the Rangers for the next hundred years or more. Clearly, the opportunities meant his final years on Earth would be good, productive ones.

No sooner did Raige leave the room than Lider was confronted by a figure who had used the side door. Clearly, Damian Kincaid had been eavesdropping on the conversation and was furious. The red-faced man was four centimeters or so taller than Lider and cut an imposing figure, looming large in the room. He was wearing an expensive suit, and his shoes were polished to a high sheen; he clearly cared more about his appearance than his superior did. Kincaid had been one of his security advisors, and although Lider knew the man disapproved of his choice, he was just now getting a sense of how upset he was.