Saxon Andrew - Death of an Empire

Captain Maran looked at his Sensor Officer and frowned, “Have you detected a Black Ship?”

“No, Sir. There doesn’t appear to be one within our scanning range.”

Maran keyed his com, “I think we’re going to have to move in toward the closest galaxy and see if we can attract one of their ships.”

Captain Jeck looked at his display and said, “We’re closer than eighty light years from that galaxy so we’re inside their sensor range at this moment. I’m nervous about attracting more than one ship. This is a trial and we really don’t know what to expect from our new hulls once they’re fired on by a Black Ship’s main beam. I’d suggest waiting to see if we’re discovered here. If we move closer we could attract more than one ship.”

Maran thought about it, “Alright, we’ll wait here three hours and if nothing happens we’ll move in closer. Make sure you keep your hull charged; we don’t have the warning we once had when they entered normal space.”

“Will do.”

Maran didn’t like holding his crew at battle stations for three hours but knew the time to respond to a Black Ship’s appearance was small. The two hundred crew members manning each ship were nervous about the coming engagement. The reflective hulls had been trialed against the Empire’s strongest lasers but not against a beam as powerful as the one fired by the Black Ships. The Criston was forty five hundred feet long and its entire hull was coated with reflective cells that could collect energy that struck it and focus it back against whoever fired. The beam operators checked their boards to make sure all systems were optimal. The Missile Crews were waiting for the order to launch once the force field around the Black Ship was penetrated. They hoped they would get a chance to fire the new missiles in their inventory.

Everyone watched their displays intently; waiting for what they knew was coming. The two bright ships hung in empty space with all shapes of the Galaxies floating in the deep black ocean of this universe they had jumped into. Some were spirals, others were ball shaped, and a few had highly irregular formations. One actually looked like a huge smile. They all possessed billions of stars and most of them had giant Black Ships in them attacking intelligent civilizations. It was just a matter of time until the Invaders found them.

Captain Jeck checked his panel and saw all stations were manned and ready. He had hoped only one Black Ship would show up but knew there would be a huge number following up the initial engagement. He looked at his jump board and saw it was enabled and ready for immediate activation. Once the two ships fired at the Black Ship, the plan was to escape and evaluate the results. His Sensor Officer shouted, “Black Ship off the port bow!”

The Black Ship suddenly appeared between the two ships and both ships waited for it to fire on them so they could reflect the energy back at it. Jeck saw Maran fire his beam to provoke a fight and then saw the Black Ship fire a single beam at Maran’s ship. The bright white ship grew even brighter and exploded in less than two seconds after the beam strike. Captain Jeck stood and yelled, “Get us out of here.” The Jump Officer reached for the teleport button but the Black Ship Fired again and Jeck’s ship blew up faster than Maran’s. The secondary explosions following the initial blast blew the ships into vapor and nothing was left of the four hundred sailors but two expanding clouds of small debris and dust.

The Ship Master watched the two ship’s destruction and shook his head. He was hoping for a fight and was disappointed at how quickly they had been destroyed. How could he keep his crew in fighting shape if he never had to fight? He should have just allowed another ship to handle this. It wasn’t worth his time. He contacted the Fleet Master and sent him a recording of the attack. The Fleet Master reviewed the recording and commed back, “It appears those ships no longer represent a danger to us.”

The Ship Master leaned back in his command chair and sniffed a pinch of orange powder, “You’re right; our new ships are more than their screens can handle. What are we going to do now?”

The Fleet Master thought about the question and made a decision, “I don’t see any reason to search for their origin now that we can kill them at will. We would be better served to continue our normal schedule and make up for lost production. I’ll contact the Masters and see if they agree.”

The Ship Master ended the call and replayed the engagement. He saw the two ships didn’t have force fields. That was odd. Oh well, back to the grind of guarding boring invasions. He really wished they had put up a better fight so he could be assigned guard duty away from the mind numbing orbiting of a planet. “Take us back.” The giant Black Ship disappeared. Three hours later the stealth probe powered up and jumped into deep space and returned to the Defense Facility.

“Alex, I’m worried about what’s going to happen when we start killing the orange pods.”

“I’ve thought about that myself, Grace. We’re not ready to take those creatures head on yet. They destroyed the last two ships we sent against them with just one beam. We’re just not ready.”

“That’s part of my concern, but what bothers me most is what the real power behind those ships is going to do if we’re successful.”

“What do you mean?”

“If this creature is also addicted to the orange drug, it’s going to react violently to anything that attacks its supply. I’m not certain that the Invader’s Ships are the best it’s capable of producing. We know it’s at least a billion years ahead of us technologically. I’m really concerned about what its response is going to be.”

“The Invaders have pretty much ignored us since they destroyed those two ships and have continued in their usual fashion. They invaded another universe and we’ve not been scouted in the last eight years.”

“I know, but Weed says they’re close to finding a solution to the pods. If we use it, we could be in danger. It might cause them to start scouting again.”

“We’re not far from developing the technology to take on their ships, Grace. We just need more time.”

“If we kill the pods, time is what we may not have. That Creator of the Invaders will respond. We need ships that can take them on now.”

“There are a few minor circuits that are giving us trouble. Once the industrialized planets build the necessary micro-circuit factories, we’ll make faster progress. Ten of them are close to getting their facilities on line. We already have more than a hundred thousand ships waiting on us to install advanced power technology once it’s developed.”

“Alex, I just don’t feel good about this.”

“I’m doing all I can, Grace.”

“I hope it’s enough.”

The Lab was spotless and the display on the front wall was flashing at an amazing speed. Carter watched the symbols flashing and couldn’t understand what they were indicating. The two Algeans stood next to him watching the flashes and swayed gently in the lab’s ventilation. After fifteen minutes the display stopped and a bright red zero appeared on the screen. Carter looked at the Algeans and pointed at the screen, “Does that mean anything?”

“As a matter of fact it does.”

“Uhh, what?”

“We have finally found a way to kill the orange plant, its pods, and its spores.”

“Really!!”

“It appears so; at least the batch in the containment dish is dead. We have to mass produce the spores that caused the plant’s death to make sure but it looks like they’re what we’ve been attempting to create.”