Rodney Smith - Scout force

“Clint, I owe you a beer or fifty for that. You pulled our fat out of the fire with that. Thank you,” responded an obviously elated Edgar Timmons.

“You’re welcome, Ed. I had all these extra missiles left over and just didn’t know what else to do with them. Come on, I’ll race you back to the frontier.”

“Helm, bring us alongside the Voracious and take us to the frontier. I think we have worn out our welcome here.”

As the Vigilant broke out of the nebula they got a full view of the carnage they had wreaked. Broken and burnt out hulls of K’Rang warships were everywhere. They joined up with the Voracious, and the two ships sped out of the area and off to the frontier. Sensors activated a secure laser link between the two ships so that they could exchange data with a low probability of detection. It was a common procedure when two ships were returning from hostile territory. If one ship didn’t make it the data still could get out.

“Ed, I see you were busy here. I count a command ship, 12 capital ships, seven frigates, and an armed support ship. That’s not too shabby. I got a planetary defense ship, three merchant ships and your four playmates.”

“Good for you, Clint. What caused you to come over our way?”

“We ran out of targets in our patrol sector. Everyone went to ground. We watched a battle fleet coming our way but it turned around and went back the way it came. We heard all the excitement over this way and came to investigate when it got quiet over here. We figured we’d either come give you a hand or take out whoever got you. We got the recall notice and were just about to head back when our sensor chief picked you out of the nebula.”

“Well, I’m damned glad you did. We were about to have to do something desperate. We were completely out of missiles, out of tricks, and out of ideas.”

“Glad we could be of assistance, Ed. I’m signing off now. I’m hungry and the cook has made Italian.”

The captain looked over at Chief Watson and said, “Chief, keep us on patrol rations until we cross the frontier. Bring everyone down from battle stations and get us back on normal watch rotations.”

Chief Watson announced to the crew to stand down from battle stations and ordered the starboard watch to their stations.

The captain looked over at Kelly, “Exec, take the conn. I’ll be in my cabin until supper. Wake me when it's ready.”

In two hours, it was time for supper. Kelly knocked on LCDR Timmons’ door. “Captain, supper is ready. The crew is already eating.”

The captain’s groggy voice came through the door. “I’ll be right out.”

Timmons came out for supper in a few minutes, somewhat rested and freshly showered, “Have you eaten yet, Exec?”

“No, sir, I was waiting for Chief Billings to finish and relieve me. Oh, here he comes now.”

“What’s for supper, Chief?”

“Cookie made fried chicken, greens, mashed potatoes and cream gravy, Captain.”

“Sounds good, Chief, take the conn. The Exec and I shall be dining.”

“Aye aye, sir. I have the conn.”

Kelly and Timmons went through the chow line. Cookie had outdone himself. Even though he was limited to patrol rations, he was a miracle worker with basic foodstuffs. The fried chicken was crispy, hot, and tasty. The greens were spiced up with some sort of sauce made from vinegar and mustard. The mashed potatoes were fluffy and accompanied by a smooth peppered gravy. It was a wonderful meal. At the end, Cookie brought over two servings of peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream.

The captain looked up and said, “Cookie, I did give the order for patrol rations until we crossed the frontier. Did you not get the word?”

Cookie’s face took on a look of astonishment. “Sir? Yes, sir, I did get the word. Everything you’ve eaten was patrol rations. The chicken was from cans. The crust was crushed crackers. The greens were also canned. The potatoes were from flakes. The gravy was from the chicken fat salvaged from the cans and ultra pasteurized milk. The cobbler was from canned peaches and crackers. Even the ice cream was from ultra pasteurized milk. There’s nothing in the regs that says I can’t embellish the ingredients a bit. The crew does seem to appreciate it.”

A smile came over LCDR Timmons’ face and he said, “So do I, Cookie, so do I.”

In five more days, the two ships approached Antares. Both ships were ordered to the Space Dock for debriefings and inspection. The captain allowed the Voracious to go first in appreciation for their rescue. The Vigilant followed and the two ships wound up docked side by side.

Timmons and Kelly made their way through the space dock to Admiral Craddock’s office. When they reached the cypher door, Captain Hasselrode was waiting for them. He grabbed LCDR Timmons’ hand and pumped it up and down.

“Damn good job, Ed. Damn good job.”

He reached over and shook Kelly’s hand.

“Come on, you two. The admiral wanted me to bring you two in directly.”

Captain Hasselrode practically pushed the two of them ahead of him. They came into Admiral Craddock’s office and he rose from his desk to meet them at the door. He shook their hands and motioned them to chairs.

“Come on in. Sit down, you two. Sit down.”

The admiral moved around behind his desk.

“Damn, Ed, I didn’t send you out there to take on the whole K’Rang Fleet. A K’Rang command ship, four battle cruisers, four missile cruisers, four destroyers, seven frigates, and an armed support ship. We didn’t need to send in the 1st Combined Fleet. We could have just sent you. Admiral Chang has been burning up my communicator. He wants to personally award the Vigilant with a blue E, a red V and a campaign star. Yours is the first ship in Scout Force to ever get a Fleet designation for excellence and valor. You kept that reinforcement fleet from coming forward. If it had come through unimpeded, it could have done some real damage to the fleet. Those missile cruisers could have stood off and pounded the fleet with a swarm of hundreds of ship killers.”

“In toto, the Scout Force did well. We took out 75 ships of various types-everything from the command ship to some planetary defense ships that got a little too curious. All that and not a ship lost. Our sources are telling us that there are some major shake ups going on in the K’Rang military.”

“John, send them on down to debriefing. I’m sure they’d like to get back planet-side.”

The captain and Kelly went through an abbreviated debriefing. The debriefers went through their logs and merely asked clarifying or amplifying questions. The more detailed debriefing would happen once the debriefers had more time to study the logs. That would happen planet-side in a day or two. The crew would get some time off first.

The Vigilant was released to the space dock crew. While Kelly and Timmons were being debriefed, the space dock workers gave the ship a thorough inspection inside and out. With the exception of some paint smudges, the Vigilant was in perfect condition. The empty missile launch module was removed and stowed away for future use.

The captain gave the order to leave space dock and move the ship to Antares Base. In an hour, the Vigilant was coming in for a landing. The crew went through the shut down sequence and made the ship secure from war status, while the base personnel hooked up power, water, comms, and sewage.

The next few months were good for the Vigilant. The K’Rang had been stung by the 1st Combined Fleet, both outside and inside their territory. They settled down and stayed real quiet.

It hit them pretty hard that they were met by a force 100 times their size and they never knew it was coming. It also didn’t help that the ten Scout Force ships destroyed more ships in K’Rang Space than were in the invasion fleet. Three separate K’Rang reinforcement fleets were chewed up or stalled by Scout Force ships.