Saxon Andrews - The power of a Queen

Admiral Dorg sat with Clan Leader Terl in the General Clan Assembly Hall. The battered remnants of his fleet had just jumped in system from the battle with the Human fleet and were being integrated into the home fleet’s ranks. He was ordered to report to Clan Assembly immediately and he had not had time to clean up or rest. He was tired and felt resigned to a probable execution. “I’ve lost 2,000 war ships in this campaign to occupy the human’s home world,” he thought. “I probably should be executed. I just didn’t know what I was leading my fleet into.” He walked into the Clan Assembly Hall with his head down and his four arms crossed behind his back. The towering ceiling overhead and the troches that cast shadows on the floor made his mood even more somber. He was still seeing in his mind the human battleship as it fired its terrible beam at his dreadnaught just as he jumped into null space.

Terl, the leader of the assembled Clan Leaders looked at him and indicated a chair, “Come in and sit down, Admiral. I’ve taken the liberty of having your recording of the battle downloaded to my console. I’d like to go over them with you and get your thoughts on what happened.”

“Yes, Clan Leader,” he said with resignation in his voice. He sat down at the table and placed two of his hands on his head and the other pair on the table to hold him up. He was tired and soul weary from the savage defeat the Humans had just given him. Cainth looked like four armed kangaroos except they had small ears on the side of their head and thick legs that made them walk stiffly. They were covered in light tan fur and had solid black eyes above a protruding snout. Admiral Dorg looked like one weary kangaroo.

“Admiral, you are not in danger here.” Dorg lifted his head and wondered what was going on. “You have been warning us for four cycles that these Humans represented a real danger to our civilization and we chose not to listen or believe you. Now after looking at the recordings of the battle, it’s clear that they are even more dangerous than you portrayed them. Look at this, Admiral.”

Terl’s screen showed one of the smallest Earth Ships fly by a dreadnaught and fire four of those narrow beams into it. The dreadnaught hit the small ship with 200 primary beams and 50 heavy missiles which the small ship shrugged off until a series of explosions turned the dreadnaught into rubble. The small ships screen was deep red from the beam and missile attack but it flew thru the screen of one of those small battleships to emerge with its screen back into white.

“Admiral, what do you make of this?”

“Clan Leader, I’ve never seen screens like theirs. I watched ten dreadnaughts firing more than a thousand primary beams into one of those battleships and before it finally died it killed four of the dreadnaughts. I’ve also witnessed one of those battleships destroy six dreadnaughts in less than 60 sems. Those smallest ships are capable of killing any ship in our fleet including our largest dreadnaughts. I do not understand how ships so small have such strong screens and energy weapons greater than our largest ships. I watched warships 3,600 degs long blown up by their smallest ships. We lost 1800 ships and we were only able to destroy about 150 of theirs.”

Terl looked at the Admiral for a long moment and asked, “Admiral Dorg, can our remaining ships protect us from the 200 Earth ships that survived?”

Admiral Dorg looked at the Clan Leader and shook his head. “We have less than 1400 remaining in our entire inventory and they are scattered around the empire. We only have about seven hundred within two rotations of our Capital. What do you think the Alliance will do if the Humans come here and attack us?”

Terl looked up at the torches overhead, “They will do nothing and will probably hope the Humans exterminate us. We have stepped on far too many toes over the cycles and if the humans can eliminate us then the Alliance Leadership will probably feel we deserve it. I wish I could disagree with them but unfortunately we have placed ourselves in this situation. Our attack on their world after the first contact with the human exploration vessel coupled with the attack after Clansman Ginhr died on their planet is enough to cause the humans to want revenge. The ordering of the execution of those Human civilians after they had already surrendered on the colony planet will probably be our death warrant.”

“Are you certain they will come here, Clan Leader? They haven’t been aggressive in the past,” Dorg said while he continued to watch the screen showing his fleet being destroyed. “If those ships are all they have, will they leave their planet undefended?”

“Put yourself in their place, Admiral. The Alliance won’t be able to mobilize another fleet to attack the human home world for at least twenty rotations and probably longer because they will have to decide which races will provide the ships. How long would it take for the humans to come here and completely exterminate us? It also begs the question, if they have never been aggressive in the past, why were we?”

Dorg said, “I did not know their capabilities and now after our loss of so many ships they can probably destroy our home world in less than half a rotation with their remaining ships if they so choose.” Dorg looked at Terl somberly, “Now after the fact, we should have left them alone.”

“Admiral, you better start planning to evacuate the most important members of our government and decide what we can save if they do come here. I’ll contact the Alliance and request assistance but I’m certain that nothing will be done to help us. If the Humans come, I’ll attempt to communicate with them, but I’ve seen how they chased down your retreating ships and destroyed them, I don’t expect them to answer.”

Dorg stood to leave, “If you offered me as the one that ordered the civilians killed, do you think they would be satisfied?”

“Would you?”

Again all the Admiral could do was shake his head.

Danielle was going back to work from her lunch break when her com beeped. “Hello.”

“Mrs. Gardner, I have an appointment for you that I would like you to make before you report back to work,” her boss Chief Inspector Connor said.

“Yes sir. Where is it?”

“Report to the Central Government Tower and the front desk will give you directions. The Special Forces Team has requested your presence.”

Danielle was suddenly alert, “Do you know what the meeting is about?”

“They didn’t offer to tell me and I certainly wasn’t going to ask. You’re expected within the hour.”

“Yes sir, I’ll head that way now.” Danielle was nervous, what could they possibly want? She banked her floater next to the World Bank building and then lifted seventy levels to join the traffic headed toward the Directorate Tower. She looked out across Central City as she gained altitude and marveled at the beauty of the city. Central City stretched from horizon to horizon and covered most of the central part of what used to be the old United States before it was destroyed in the third world war more than 1,000 years in the past. She turned on her violet emergency lights and screamed by two heavy haulers moving a small housing unit. She passed two of the 3,000 foot high government buildings then saw the main tower off in the distance rising more than 4,000 feet above the ground. She thought a minute and then decided to ask her husband what was going on. “Tag,” She thought, “have you got a minute?”

“Hi, my love, I’ll always make time for you.”

“I know you’re trying to wrap up after the fleet action and I hate to interrupt you but do you know why the SFT has requested a meeting with me?”