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Copyright ©2001 by David Lee Summers

First published in 2001, 2001

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Children of the Old Stars
David Lee Summers
To Bridget Watts
for her love of whales and the stars.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks to my cosmology and general relativity classmates from grad school at New Mexico Tech who helped me to dream of how the universe works. Special thanks go to a fellow classmate, the late Daniel Briggs, who saw and pointed out beautiful variations in Einstein's symphony of the cosmos. I hope you are dancing to that symphony now and all of us on Earth miss you very much.

Thanks to William Grother, Marianna Eisenhour, and Michael Ledlow who read earlier drafts of this work and told me what worked and what didn't. Likewise, thanks to Paul Avellar who first pointed out the symmetry between my alien spaceships and globular clusters.

Thanks to my lovely wife, Kumie Wise. You've read this book more than anyone else has; listened to my anxieties and held my hand through the rough parts and laughed at all the right places when it was complete.

Finally thanks to the team that has brought this second edition of the book to fruition: Jacqueline Druga-Johnston who edited the book to a fine polish; Teresa Tunaley who has always been a great source of support and help; and Laura Givens who created the wonderful cover for this edition along with the exemplary interior illustrations.

Part I

The Search on Earth

Like the striving of the people of Firon, and those before them; they rejected Our communications, so Allah destroyed them on account of their faults; and Allah is severe in requiting evil.

+ The Koran

THE FREEDOM TO SEARCH

Some stories begin with a battle. Even more end with one. Still, there are other stories where the battle occurs before the tale begins. We can only imagine the terrible fight in which Ahab lost his leg to the white whale. We know it was a transforming experience—almost a spiritual conversion. What else could cause a man to lose himself to a quest?

The war-weary planet of Sufiro hung, healing, in the black stillness of space—a blue-green marble spotted with brown continents and white clouds. On Sufiro, Clyde McClintlock sat bored in a pristine white room with perfectly smooth walls and rounded corners. The plastic furniture, a bed, chair, table, and toilet, were as white and featureless as the walls themselves. At the front of the room was a transparent force field, which looked out into an equally pristine white hallway. Clyde picked up a new, crisp book. The book was a mystery novel, but every time he tried to read, images of nearly translucent silver spheres reflecting the planet Sufiro's blue-green oceans would enter his thoughts. People called those spheres the Cluster. It was a benign name for a potent force.

He carefully returned the book to the center of the table, adjusting it precisely. Standing slowly, he put his feet against the back wall. Methodically he paced the distance from the wall to the force field. The cell hadn't changed size; it was still exactly ten paces. Again, McClintlock picked up the book, opened it to the first page, but threw it down almost instantly, activating a button on the edge of the table.

A hologram of a professionally dressed woman materialized on one side of the cell. It was a news holo, originating from Earth. The woman's voice was a forced calm, but held a note of hopelessness. “Humans have now lost over 100 star vessels to the mysterious Cluster. All of the races of the Confederation claim losses on the same scale, including the Titans. So far, no Cluster appears to have attacked any planets, though there have been sightings reported over various frontier worlds, including Earth's key mining colony, Sufiro."

Clyde McClintlock slammed the button, shutting off the hologram. “Don't tell me about the Cluster. I already know more than I want to,” he grumbled to no one.

At one time, Clyde McClintlock had been a colonel, leading the armies of the continent of Tejo on Sufiro. Tejo had supplied the mineral, Erdonium, to Earth to help combat the Cluster, wherever it appeared. As the Cluster appeared more often, demand for the rare material increased. To supply the ever-rising need, the Tejans resorted to using migrant labor from the other major continent on the planet, New Granada. Money was short and competition for trade, fierce. As such, the migrant laborers were paid only enough food to survive and clothing that was little more than rags. Even to Clyde McClintlock, whose job it had been to keep the migrants from rioting, it seemed little different from slavery.

The demand for Erdonium continued to grow. Clyde had been ordered to send an invasion force to New Granada to get more people to mine the mineral. It was during the invasion that a Confederation Commander, John Mark Ellis, had destroyed his supply train. Shortly after that, the Cluster had appeared in the sky. It was while the Cluster was in the sky that he had the vision.

In one instant, he had seen, and more importantly, understood, all of the pain and suffering his government had caused. More to the point though, he realized how to end it. In one stroke, Clyde McClintlock led a military coup and seized control of his home, Tejo. Peace between the two continents was made and the migrants were sent home. McClintlock had no ambition to run a country. Even more, he did not want to go down in history as another tyrannical militant who ended one type of suffering by imposing another. McClintlock turned control of Tejo's government over to the people. The people promptly arrested him.

Beyond arresting him, though, the people weren't quite sure what to do. Clyde McClintlock had violated the most sacred law of any military officer. He had attacked his Commander-in-Chief and childhood friend, Rocky Hill. On the other hand, no one questioned that it took just that kind of extreme action to save Tejo from the self-destructive path it had been on.

While imprisoned in the capital, Tejo City, McClintlock had heard that Caroline Chung of the mighty Mao Corporation had been elected to lead the people. McClintlock waited impatiently, hoping she would decide on a course of action—any course of action—soon.

Sitting alone in his cell, McClintlock was bothered. He was not bothered by the ultimate outcome of the decision. In a way, he almost didn't care. As far as he was concerned, death would not be too high a price for betraying his closest friend. Instead, he was bothered by the clarity of the vision he had received. It occurred to Clyde that the Cluster might not be the evil that people had claimed it was. Instead, it might be quite different. It might hold answers; answers to many of the deepest mysteries.

Clyde retrieved some paper from the drawer in the table and began to write...

* * * *

Roly-poly, furred beings with deep, black eyes performed the ceremonial dances and sang the ritual chants that made their vessel traverse space. In another part of the ship, a detection algorithm was danced. The beings, called Titans after their home world, sensed an ancient presence. The presence took the form of silvery, translucent orbs—a large one in the center, smaller ones around the outside. “It is the intelligence,” said one of the Titans, continuing to dance.

"Have they detected us?” asked another.

"Unknown. The intelligence is diminished without appendages, but its power is still great,” said the first Titan.

The other Titan called to those controlling the ship, “Take steps to ensure we are not detected.” With that command, the Titans’ spacecraft vanished into a dimension perpendicular to those normally sensed.

* * * *

Frail wisps of gray smoke drifted silently past shimmering, iridescent, silver spheres hovering over a tiny foldout desk. The spheres seemed to cling together impossibly. Commander John Mark Ellis of the destroyer,
Firebrandt
, sat transfixed by the image, asking himself questions. The commander sat back in a frail metal chair and lifted the smoldering, brown cigar to his chapped lips. As he sucked in the warm, fragrant smoke, he thought of the terrible damage caused by this lovely cluster of spheres.

Ellis exhaled smoke forcefully and a deep frown etched itself onto his face. With a rumble, deep down in his throat, he sat forward, touched a button on the projector base and changed the hologram. Where the cluster of spheres once hovered, now stood the image of a man who looked very much like him. Both men were over six feet tall and somewhat stocky, each with muscles built up from years of military service. Unlike the commander though, the man in the holographic image was clean-shaven. The image was one of Jerome Mycroft Ellis standing on the bow of a sleek hover boat in the Atlantic Ocean of Earth, his hands on his hips, hair blown back by the wind. Ellis felt his own deep brown eyes grow moist as he thought about his father lost to the cluster of spheres. Ellis’ father had not done anything to the spheres—he didn't even try to communicate—yet the Cluster sliced his ship open just as easily as a human would a can of soup.

Ellis, placing the pungent cigar in a small, black ashtray, turned as he heard a knock on the bulkhead next to the alcove where he sat. “Yes,” said Ellis, with an edge to his voice.

The commander heard the soft rustle as the green curtain was pushed aside. The strong, youthful face of his first lieutenant, Frank Rubin appeared. “We're almost at the final jump point for Titan, sir,” said the lieutenant in an almost unnaturally booming baritone.

"I'll be on the bridge momentarily,” said Ellis, scratchily. He cleared his throat and reached behind him to the tiny bunk and grabbed his blue uniform coat. His attention was dragged back to the image of his father. The commander sighed and turned off the holo projector at its base. In one fluid motion, he grabbed the cigar, took a puff and dumped it down the incinerator chute while folding the tiny metal desk back into the wall. He tossed on the coat without ceremony, without bothering to button it. Taking five steps, he found himself on the bridge of the tiny vessel.

As Ellis entered the bridge, he did not sit down immediately. Rather, he stood just behind his black, leather command chair, his jacket rumpled, the single epaulet on the left shoulder hanging askew. His fingers reached out, almost caressing the top of the chair. For a long moment, he stared at the holographic viewer, then down to the right at the communicator—a thin, pale fellow named Weiss—working at his station. Ellis scanned left where Commissioned Officer (B-Grade) Francis Rubin had just settled in at the pilot's console, slightly forward and to the left of the command seat. Allowing his gaze to wander, he smiled at the gunner, a blonde-haired young woman named Adkins. The smile she returned lit up her face.

The commander returned his gaze to the holographic projector. On it, a course projection seemed to stretch out through the stars to a flashing purple sphere. That was the point at which the ship would inject itself into fourth dimensional reality and return to its home base at Saturn's largest moon, the enigmatically shrouded Titan. Ellis inhaled deeply, smelling new plastic, dust and sweat mingling with old, stale cigar smoke. He examined the light gray metal and plastic of the bridge as though it would be the last time he would ever see it. Finally, he eased around the black command chair, letting his hand trail on the armrest and settled into the not-too-comfortable chair.

"Are you looking forward to going home, sir?” asked Adkins cheerily.

Ellis took a shuddering breath and felt a slight lump form in his throat. “I'm going to miss this ship,” he said carefully. “My first command.” He sighed to himself.

Rubin turned, looking at his commander. “After our mission at Sufiro, they'd be crazy not to confirm your promotion. The only way to end the war with the Cluster is to be able to talk to them.” The B-Com smiled reassuringly. “At Sufiro, you showed that might actually be possible."

The commander scowled. “As far as I know, my ‘communication’ with the Cluster might have been nothing more than a bad dream.” Ellis’ scowl melted into a whimsical grin. “It may have been nothing more than an undigested bit of meat. There might have been more of gravy than grave to that vision."

"More like a nicotine hallucination,” chided Adkins, deliberately ignoring the allusion to Dickens.

The commander—a naval traditionalist—scowled at the gunner.

"More like a nicotine hallucination,
sir
,” Adkins hastily corrected.

Ellis nodded, grinning mischievously. “All I saw were scenes of the conflict at Sufiro. There was nothing I didn't already know about.” The commander shook his head. “I had a few vague impressions."

Rubin took a deep breath. “Quite frankly, sir, it sounds like you're trying to talk yourself out of believing the communication even happened."

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