Vaughn Heppner - The Lost Starship

Maddox waited quietly.

“What I don’t understand is why, at this point, we should repair the star drive,” the holoimage said. “That makes no sense. I am not going to attempt to flee the intruders.”

“On the contrary,” Maddox said. “I thought the reason why was obvious—as a military ploy.”

“You’re being evasive. I demand that you explain your meaning.”

“Certainly,” Maddox said. “The tactic seems elementary to me. I believe any Star Watch officer would realize how valuable the mini-jump was. We could use the red giant as a shield against the cruisers, only attacking when it’s to our advantage. Naturally, you would place a beacon or two at the star’s edges—in relation to your enemies. In that way, you could fix their precise location. At the right moment, using the jump, you move through or bypass the star to appear beside an enemy cruiser. As soon as possible, you energize the short-range neutron beam, smashing an enemy shield and destroying the vessel. Before the others can react, you jump away out of range back behind the shielding red giant.”

“That is a brilliant strategy,” the holoimage said.

“You are most kind to say so,” Maddox said. “It shows true magnanimity on your part. I wonder if that’s a portion of your greatness, to shower praise where it’s due. Of course, I hasten to add that I realize you would have thought of the ploy before I did if your AI core had been operating at peak efficiency.”

“Yes, yes,” the holoimage said. “That goes without saying. I would have thought of it. That means my cores must be damaged.”

Maddox waited.

“I think I will have your Doctor Rich look over my computing core. It is… wrong that I am below peak… what was the word?”

“Efficiency,” Maddox said.

“Yes, that,” the holoimage said.

“Consider it done,” Maddox said. “I will inform the doctor via a screen.”

“Yes, good,” the holoimage said. “Now, as to the other matters, here is what we shall do afterward…”

Time passed as the robot and crew repaired what damage they could. Finally, hours later, the holoimage reappeared on the bridge.

“An enemy sensor has located us,” the AI said.

Maddox noticed the holoimage was sharper than ever. It was shorter than he was, with thicker shoulders and thin dangling arms. It wore what looked like a jumpsuit with red tags on the chest, perhaps to symbolize his rank. The holoimage had thick, silvery matted hair and extremely deep-set eyes. The alien was far more humanoid than he’d realized. Why did the control panels have tentacle slots then?

“What are the star cruisers doing exactly?” Maddox asked.

“Heading closer to the red giant,” the holoimage said.

“It’s as I feared. Per Lomax and his brethren are clever. After replaying what happened earlier, they must realize you have an intra-system jump capability. Perhaps they have anticipated our next tactic. I think you must attack this instant before they refine their strategies.”

The holoimage studied him. Maddox could tell because of the greater clarity. The AI must be able to see or sense through the image’s eyes.

“Yes, I understand your reasoning,” the holoimage said. “With my re-linked cores operating together, I have—well, never mind about that. Prepare for jump.”

Through his screen, Maddox informed the others they were about to attack.

A minute later, a terrible whine began from somewhere deep in the ship. The vertigo returned. Maddox felt all the same sensations as last time.

I’m heading back into combat. This is it. Do or die against the New Men.

The quietness of jump felt strange. Then, light and colors flowed into him as before. Sounds and smells overburdened his senses. Maddox slumped onto the deck, panting as drool spilled from his mouth. Then he realized the engines thrummed and the deck vibrated horribly.

“Error, error,” the holoimage said. “We have committed an error.”

“What’s wrong?” Maddox shouted, dragging himself to a sitting position.

“They were ready for us,” the holoimage said. “You were right in believing they anticipated the tactic. We have committed an error. Their rays are burning through the shield. There, one beam has burst through.”

Maddox staggered to the screen as the starship shook. An enemy beam chewed against Victory’s cherry-red hull armor.

“Fire into their guts!” shouted Maddox. “Use the neutron beam. Destroy one of them, at least. Let them know they’ve been in a fight.”

As the starship shook, its purple beam struck an enemy shield. It might have been Maddox’s imagination, but the shimmering held longer than last time. The enemy’s deflector became red as neutron energy blasted against it. Far too slowly, the shield became brown, the color spreading outward. Then, the central area turned black. Finally, the purple neutron beam punched through the shield, smashed hull armor and tore into the star cruiser.

“Breach!” the holoimage shouted.

At first, Maddox thought the AI meant against the enemy.

“ Victory has a hull breach,” the holoimage said. “The New Men are destroying my beautiful ship. If only I had my old weapons systems. Then they would have known. Then they—”

On Maddox’s screen, a terrific explosion turned everything stark white. The captain threw his arms before his eyes. When he looked again, he saw expanding debris where an enemy star cruiser had been. Armor, laser fluids, flesh, decking, food concentrates, water, all kinds of material expanded in a mass. Some hit the next star cruiser’s shield, frying into energy, halted from moving farther.

“Hit!” shouted Maddox. “You hit and destroyed one of them. The fight’s not over yet.”

At that precise moment, in a different part of the starship, Lieutenant Noonan caught Doctor Rich’s wink.

The two of them were in a critical AI nexus area. Bulkhead plates lay strewn on the deck. Earlier, Dana had used her implements to attach loosened cables and alien radiant connectives. The AI had shown the doctor specialty tools to work on the parts. Not only listening to the explanations—through Maddox doing the interpreting—the doctor had studied the machine with her critical, professional eye. A so-called “encryption” pad lay in plain sight. The AI had instructed Maddox, who had told the doctor how to use it. Dana had whispered earlier to Valerie that the pad was the central override board to the entire AI system.

Horrible sounds now echoed in the starship. Explosions shook the nexus area and metal crumpled nearby that they couldn’t see.

The wink was Valerie’s prearranged signal to act. The Star Watch lieutenant unlimbered her heavy assault rifle. While wearing her vacc-suit, she leveled the weapon at the nearby robot. It was a squat rounded thing that moved on treads and possessed six mechanical tentacles. It stood a little taller than her and must have weighed three times as much.

“Here goes,” Valerie whispered to herself. She pulled the trigger. Bullets hosed from the assault rifle as the weapon bucked in her hands. The first few shots ricocheted off the robot. What kind of metal did it have, anyway?

Instead of worrying about that, the lieutenant focused on hitting the same surface area. Gritting her teeth, she kept firing.

Doctor Rich swiveled around, leaving what she’d been doing. Instead, she began typing on the encryption pad, her fingers blurring as she attempted to override the ancient computer.

The robot waved its many tentacles. The treads clanked, and the squat machine headed at Dana Rich. It looked as if the robot intended to ram the doctor against a bulkhead.