Ghosts of Empire (Book 4 of The Empire of Bones Saga) (38 page)
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Authors: Terry Mixon
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She turned to Commander Meyer and pointed her finger at him. “Poof, you’re a Commodore. Welcome to command of Boxer Station and the system space of Harrison’s World.”
Jared enjoyed how the newly promoted officer’s eyes bugged out. It was nice to watch his sister roll over someone else for a change.
“Wait a minute!” the flabbergasted officer said. “I’m not even cleared for duty. I was relieved and charged with a whole host of crimes.”
“I hereby dismiss those charges,” Jared said. “The doctors will get you cleared for duty long before we’re ready to go. And you’ll be able to get your implants done, too.
“I’ll solve one of my headaches by leaving you the senior officers from
Spear
and
Shadow
. You know them best and they won’t have problems working for you. And, of course, plenty of men and women to fill out your work rosters.”
Jared turned to Olivia while Meyer mentally floundered around. “Once we’re certain we have all the data we can get off the system AI, we’ll wipe it and rebuild the personality with uncorrupted code. It will be able to run the station and probably increase the efficiency of the construction bays in getting our ships fixed.”
“I’m sure Captain Black would like a look at both the hardware and software before you do that,” she said. “At some point, we may want to build more. To fight the AIs, we might need some of our own.”
“Speaking of parity,” Kelsey said, “I need to bring up a touchy subject. I haven’t been here long, but I can see that the Rebel Empire has a well-defined caste system. That comes from the AIs and it has to go. The built in discrimination has to stop.”
Lord Hawthorne sighed. “We know. Changing it wasn’t an option before you came. And, having met you has brought just how deeply ingrained it is into stark relief. We’ll lean heavily on Commodore Meyer and his people to point out where we need to change and take steps. It can start with universal implants.”
Olivia nodded vigorously. “First, we need to start getting people’s existing implants updated before they learn what’s really going on and the AI code makes them start fighting us. Then we
will
begin making civilian implants available to everyone.”
“The senior military officers come first,” Lord Hawthorne agreed. “Then the other council members. As we clear the top people, they’ll smooth the way for doing their subordinates. By the time you’re ready to return home, we should be secure. Other than Captain Black, only the people in this room know your secret.”
“Then we can begin the process of making implants universally available,” Olivia said. “The plans for the normal civilian models are in the computer at the Grant Research Facility. We can get production lines set up for both versions. We can have spare equipment built for you by the time your ships are ready to travel.
“We also examined the small, computer-controlled weapons platforms. They were definitely built by human beings, but not on Harrison’s World.”
“We actually found the construction facility,” Jared said. “It’s on Boxer Station. It looks as though the AI forced the Fleet engineering people to design and build them for it. Thankfully, it wasn’t automated or there might have been even more of the damned things. That said, I’m considering how we might be able to use something like them in the future. I
hate
losing marines. A wave of these up front might save a lot of lives. I’ll see that you get plans for them, too.”
“What about the Raider implants and equipment?” Kelsey asked. “Can Grant build those?”
“Maybe,” Olivia said. “Now that you have the full specs, it’s at least possible. They’d certainly help make a difference with the Marines. That’s something to talk with Captain Black about. He’s already made a lot of progress in mass production of civilian grade medical nanites. He expects to have Fleet grade ones very soon.”
“Are those the same as what I have?”
Olivia shook her head. “No. He’s already found the ones used by the Raiders are significantly more advanced. More powerful and more capable. Those will take more study.”
“Ned tells me they were fairly new in his time,” Kelsey said. “Top of the line gear.”
“Captain Black thought so, too. He’s adjusting the process and may very well have something worked out by the time you’re ready to depart.
“And speaking of departing, when you go, I’d like to send William with you as our representative to the Imperial Senate and the head of our delegation.”
Kelsey looked around, satisfied. “That sounds perfect. We don’t have a crisis in sight. I’m seeing smooth sailing all the way home!”
Jared wished he shared her optimism. If the last year had been anything to go by, something else would come out of nowhere to bite them in the ass. And, of course, he’d have to deal with the fallout of what they’d done. And his homicidal half-brother that was certain he was out to steal the Throne.
Well, that trouble was for another day. He stood, refilled his glass, and then topped off everyone else.
“Everyone,” he said solemnly, “I give you the Empire. May she triumph over her enemies.”
The rest of them climbed to their feet and raised their glasses.
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Paying the Price
, Book Five in The Empire of Bones Saga.
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Paying the Price
“Admiral, do you have a few minutes?”
Jared Mertz looked up groggily from his lunch in the officers’ mess to find Doctor Jerry Leonard standing beside his table. The fog of exhaustion that hung over him had dulled his edge. It seemed like a year since he’d slept for as long as he’d wanted. Or needed.
He gestured for the man to join him. “Certainly. Pull up a chair and order something to eat.”
The older man sat down somewhat primly. “I had something in the lab an hour ago. I’d like to take one more shot at traversing the weak flip point before we pull out.”
The strange variants of the standard flip points were new to all of them and the scientists were still struggling to understand them. Some were so small as to only allow one-way passage. Others were just hard to find, but two-way. They knew so little about them.
The one in the Harrison’s World system had eaten every probe they’d sent into it. Not one had returned. Not even when programmed to instantly make the transit back.
Of course, no enemy had followed them home, so that was good news. It was probably natural. Perhaps this flip point was one-way for even the smallest vessels.
The first one they’d discovered linked an unnamed system outside the new Terran Empire with what they now called the Courageous system. It had been a cul-de-sac neighboring the Kingdom of Pentagar. They’d found the derelict Old Empire battlecruiser
Courageous
there.
The weak flip point there allowed any ship to come from the new Terran Empire side, but only probes to return. Doctor Leonard hypothesized that might mean that there was more than one possible destination from the Pentagaran side. Perhaps from both sides. Who knew?
A novel theory, but one they had yet to test. The scientists were still trying to figure out how that would even work.
“The fleet is performing the final checks before we leave for Pentagar,” Jared said. “We’re on a tight schedule.”
“This won’t take long. We’ve devised a new probe. Well, actually, we built one that looks like Frankenstein’s monster. The core is a standard probe, but we added on a battle screen generator and a power system from one of the defunct war machines. We even added a second flip capacitor.
“If the environment on the other side of the flip point is hostile—which at this point seems a given—that should allow it time to return with some readings. We’d like your permission to send it through.”
Jared shrugged. “Why not? Let me wrap up my lunch and I’ll join you on the flag bridge. Say fifteen minutes?”
The scientist beamed. “Thank you, Admiral.”
Jared wrapped up his lunch and returned to the bustling flag bridge. Over the last few months, he’d selected a full-time staff of officers to assist him in commanding the fleet he’d assembled. They sat at their stations all around the circumference of the large control center, monitoring the preparations for departure.
No one called out when he entered the bridge. That had been one tradition he was happy to dispense with. Everyone had work to do. They didn’t need to waste time announcing his arrival.
He sat at his console. It swept a full 270º around his command chair, giving him the ability to multitask like nobody’s business. It had taken him months to get fully accustomed to it, but now he was thrilled at how much data he could keep track of at once.
He pulled a headset from the niche in his console and slipped it on. His implants could interface without it, but the headset allowed for much greater data throughput. When linked to his flagship, the superdreadnought
Invincible
, he could access anything at lightning speed and in great detail.
Part of his attention went to the scanner readings. They floated along in a wide orbit around Boxer Station. They’d captured the Old Empire Fleet base from the AI ruling this system in the name of the Rebel Empire.
They’d come here to rescue the surviving Fleet crew from the heavy cruiser
Spear
. He’d had no choice. If the Rebel Empire had learned of the new Terran Empire, death would’ve been certain.
The cost to defeat the AI had been ruinously high. They’d found
Invincible
repaired and ready to fight. The battle had reduced it to a hobbling wreck, right along with
Courageous
. More than half his people had died in the fighting.
Spear
’s commanding officer, Captain Wallace Breckenridge, had arrived at Pentagar with a heavy cruiser, two light cruisers, and three destroyers. After all the terrible strategic and tactical blunders the man had made—before and after he’d mutinied against Princess Kelsey—he’d lost all of them except the destroyers
Ginnie Dare
and
New York
.
Ginnie Dare
died in the last gasps of crushing the AIs forces and rescuing their captured people.
Harrison’s World had suffered, too. Rebel Empire loyalists had detonated nuclear bomb-pumped lasers on the surface of the planet to destroy stations the AI had in orbit to suppress them. And to attack
Invincible
. Civilian losses were in the tens of millions and they were still struggling to help the injured.
That titanic fight had taken place four months ago. Since then, they’d gotten Boxer Station’s construction bays back online and repaired
Invincible
and
Courageous
. They’d also fixed the battlecruiser
Scott Pond
and a number of other vessels. Including the Marine Raider ship
Persephone
.
The thought of that odd ship made him smile. The ship’s computer only recognized Marine Raiders as potential command personnel. That meant Princess Kelsey Bandar, since no one else had the implants it required. His sister was his political superior, but also a captain under his authority. That was also taking some getting used to.
The fleet he was taking back to Erorsi, Pentagar, and the new Terran Empire consisted of a superdreadnought, a Fleet carrier, four battlecruisers, six heavy cruisers, eight light cruisers, and a dozen destroyers. It also had six collier vessels with extra missiles and supplies, four Marine troop transports, six fast couriers built for speed, and
Persephone
.
Most of those ships were severely undermanned and only marginally functional. Not even Boxer Station’s construction bays could perform miracles. They took in battered wrecks and repaired the critical systems. The rest would need to happen by hand, because there was an almost unending line of derelicts waiting their turn.
They’d brought more people in from Pentagar and Erorsi, but that barely made a dent in their needs. They’d even begun careful, limited recruiting from Harrison’s World. They had to be certain those people were trustworthy before they told them the truth about the Rebel Empire.
Even understrength, those ships represented more fighting power than the rest of the new Terran Empire. Hell,
Invincible
alone could conquer the home fleet. The rest was overkill.
They also had a dozen Fleet transports and an upgraded cruise liner to carry civilians.
Best Deal
, the freighter that had housed their scientists, was far too slow to keep up. They’d be leaving her here.
Captain Anton Keller,
Best Deal
’s civilian skipper, was thrilled with the larger and much faster ship Jared had given him. It had military grade defenses, systems, and engines. It also carried three times more cargo than his old ship. He’d lost no time renaming her
Best Deal II
.
It amazed Jared that they’d been able to repair so many badly damaged ships in such a short time.
This wouldn’t have been possible without the oversight of the rebuilt AI they’d beaten. Carl Owlet had used the clean code they’d used for Invincible’s AI to make a new personality that would be loyal to humanity and the Empire. It was able to juggle all the aspects of repairing all the ships in the bays much better than a human team could have.
