Annihilation (Star Force Series)

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Annihilation

(Star Force Series #7)

by

B. V. Larson

Copyright © 2013 by the author.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

-1-

The day the Macros came back into our tiny slice of the universe I wasn’t ready for them. I thought I’d prepared for everything they could do—for any contingency, but I was wrong.

By Earthly calendars it was a Thursday night, the end of the first day of May. That was a detail which shouldn’t have mattered at all, since I now lived in the Eden star system. But it
did
matter to me. I missed May, and springtime, and all the lost traditions from my old life.

I stood on a high battlement atop a spire of rock on Eden-8. It was one of the highest peaks on the planet. I’d built an impressive fortress up here, which clutched the granite pinnacle of the mountain and wrapped around it like a coiled snake. I’d named the fortress “Shadowguard”.

Of the three worlds the Centaurs had ceded to humanity, Eden-8 was the farthest from the central star. Compared to the hotter worlds of Eden-6 and Eden-7, the planet was relatively cool. In comparison to Earth it was a warm world, ranging from steaming jungles at the equator to balmy temperate zones around the poles.

Eden-8 orbited its yellowy star very evenly. The planet had less than a one-degree tilt to its axis and it didn’t wobble much. Earth’s six degree tilt gave her four seasons, but here on Eden-8, there were only two and they were practically indistinguishable from one another. As a result, there wasn’t really a summer or a winter. It rained a little more one half of the year than it did during the other, but a newcomer would barely notice the difference.

Besides the lack of seasons, the most noticeable thing about the terrain was the vast carpet of forestlands. We had
real
trees here. They were over a thousand feet tall in places. Even Earth’s great redwoods didn’t compare.

On the biggest continent in the southern hemisphere, I’d built my fortress in the middle of a forest of the largest trees. Shadowguard perched on a pinnacle of rock overlooking a sea of trees. It served as a communications relay station and garrison headquarters for the inner habitable worlds, but that was only part of the reason I’d placed it here.

I’d chosen my new headquarters because I liked it up here on top of this pleasant world. The view was spectacular, even at night. More importantly, at this altitude, it was always cool and often cold. There were very few spots on the three planets owned by humanity in this system that could make that claim.

Building on this site had been expensive in terms of resource allocation—we no longer thought in terms of dollars when constructing things. With the amazing factories we’d captured from the Nanos and their lumbering cousins the Macros, we were able to produce anything we wished given enough time and materials. Thus, when I calculated expenses, I did so by tallying the number of hours a given factory had to work to churn out whatever it was I needed. Combined with the number of human and robotic subsystems that had to be committed to do the assembly and the gathering of the necessary raw components, I arrived at the final cost.

Building Shadowguard had required a staggering number of hours of effort, numbering in the thousands. To lower the production burden on systems that could be better used building ships, I’d employed my idle crews. I’d ordered them to participate in lengthy exercises that amounted to fetch-and-carry missions. Every garrison ship equipped with a segmented arm had flown countless missions, ferrying modular structures up to the mountaintop one at a time. This effort had reduced the strain on the worker machines, but the project had still taken more production than it was really worth.

When it was finished, however, I found myself pleased with the results. I’d built a retreat that pierced the clouds and enclosed some thirty thousand square feet of space—not including the exposed ramparts that served as balconies around most of the chambers.

It was on those lofty turrets that I found myself pacing tonight. Darkness shrouded Eden-8, and at this altitude, the nights frosted everything with a glaze of ice. Fortunately, my various physical alterations made the environment comfortable for me.

“Why did you build this place, Kyle?” Sandra asked.

I glanced around, but didn’t see her. After a moment, I stopped trying. She was somewhere nearby, that was nothing unusual. She almost always was. She was my guardian angel—or perhaps I should say, my guardian
creature
. She wasn’t entirely human, and she wasn’t exactly an angel.

“Don’t you like it here?” I asked.

“I love it,” she said.

“That’s why then. I built it for you, out of love.”

“Bullshit.”

I smiled. “Where the hell are you, anyway?”

There was a swirl of movement. I flinched as she jumped down beside me from the conical, snow-crusted roof of a nearby tower. It must have been a thirty foot leap down, and Eden-8 had a goodly twenty-one percent higher gravity than Earth, but she landed neatly. I only heard a tiny, audible grunt out of her.

She smiled at me in triumph, but her face fell as I skipped back in alarm. A shower of snow had followed her down from the roof. It splashed on her back and hair a moment later. She sputtered and brushed at the snow.

I stepped forward and helped her remove fine, white granules of ice from her suit and hair. We kissed and smiled at each other. Then we both laughed.

“This is a romantic place,” Sandra admitted.

I turned away and walked to the crenulated walls. The parapets circling Shadowguard’s battlements had a very medieval look to them, which was by design. The walls resembled the jaws of a predator with lines of big, square teeth. I leaned on one of these granite teeth, gazing down at the night world below.

It was twenty-one thousand feet to the bottom, and it looked twice that far. The forests were shrouded in darkness at the base of the cliffs. The sky was a span of velvet blue above, dotted with diamond-white stars. The starlight wasn’t enough for my eyes to see much detail in the lands spread out below me. The planet had no moons, and that made the nights darker than they were on most worlds.

Eden-8 was the most heavily inhabited of the star system’s worlds—at least the most thickly inhabited by humans. But by Earth standards it was practically empty. There were a few pinpoints of white light down there, dotting the landscape. The lights marked small farms and colonial ranches, places where we’d managed to clear glades from the giant forests. Lands had been granted by Star Force to enterprising families who’d sworn to build their homes and have their children here. As of our last monthly online census, there were over twelve thousand registered humans on the planet.

I scooped up some snow and crushed it into a ball in my hand. I looked at Sandra. She eyed me warily. We’d had plenty of snowball fights in the past. When you have bodies full of nanites, upgraded by biochemical edits, hurling snowballs could be serious business.

I held up the snowball. “This is why I built up here. I wanted something humanity will be forever denied in the Eden system. A truly
cold
place to live.”

She nodded. “That’s a good reason,” she said. “I believe that one. You’ve always liked the winter.”

I hurled the snowball over the walls. After years of enhancements, I’ve got a good arm on me and I doubt any baseball player in all history could have pitched it farther. The snowball flew away into the night like a streak of white. Finally, gravity took hold and it began a long slow lob that turned into a hurtling drop. Seconds later it was sucked down in the darkness below us and vanished from sight. Sandra leapt up onto one of the square merlons and perched there on the edge, watching it fall.

“I can still see it,” she said. “It might make it all the way to the trees.”

I stared, but my eyes weren’t much better than the ones I’d been born with. For me, the darkness had swallowed up the falling ball of whipped ice.

“It’s May back on Earth, you know,” I said. “I miss having seasons. Now I can experience winter any time I want, just by coming up here.”

She still crouched on the wall, staring down into the darkness intently.

“Don’t tell me you can still see that ice-ball,” I said.

She put up a flat hand to shush me. She shook her head. “Didn’t make it,” she said. “It hit a spur of rock about two thirds of the way down.”

“Too bad.”

She looked at me. “It’s not the seasons you miss, Kyle. It’s Earth itself. I doubt we’ll ever be completely at ease here. I mean, it’s a lovely world and all, but it will never be home.”

“I don’t know… People have migrated before. We’ve done it for a thousand generations.”

“Yes, but never to a brand new planet. There are things in our genes, in our instincts, that can’t be adjusted. The length of our days and nights, for example. I’m finding these fourteen hour cycles to be annoyingly short.”

I had to agree with her there. Seven hours of daylight were always followed by seven hours of night. Many of us were having trouble adjusting our sleep patterns. I frowned suddenly, disliking the melancholy turn of the conversation.

“Listen to us!” I shouted. “Such defeatism. We’ll see home again.”

Sandra’s face tightened. She nodded her head, but looked away.

“What?” I demanded.

“I don’t know. If we do go back—we’ll bring war. I can’t imagine any other way it will happen now. I don’t want to burn down half of Earth just for our comfort.”

“Doesn’t have to go that way. There are always factions when someone makes a power grab. Maybe they’ll rise up and kick Crow off the throne. Maybe he’ll have a heart attack, or choke on a barbecued shrimp.”

This last comment finally made her laugh and broke her somber mood.

“Okay,” she said. “What are we going to call this palace of yours?”

“It’s not exactly a palace…”

“Oh, come on. Of course it is. I bet Crow has seven of them by now. Don’t be shy! What do you want to call your first one?”

I felt uncomfortable with the subject, but forced a smile. “I’ve already decided,” I said. “I’m going to call it Shadowguard.”

“Why?”

“Because it will help prevent our enemies from sneaking up on us, hopefully.”

She blinked at me.

I shrugged. “It’s not just a vacation spot, you know. It serves a military purpose. There’s a lot of equipment on this rock, including the best sensor array in all six of the known star systems.”

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