To Crown a Caesar (The Praetorian Series: Book II) (68 page)

Command Deck – Bridge /

11.06.2595

08:35:16  Zulu

“Ship’s status?”

“All indicators save one show green, ma’am.”

“What’s the situation in Power Conduction Shaft – Delta?  Are we on still on schedule?”

“Senior Chief of Electronics Jaheed is on it, ma’am.  His controller indicates he should have the problem locked down well before our time of departure.”

“Good,” Ship Master Mei-Xing Na replied behind a cool smile, pleased at her new crew’s performance.

She abhorred incompetency – a cancer that had to be rooted out of as soon as it was discovered – and would not have been pleased with lackluster personnel.  Whether her perfectionism was a byproduct of her Chinese ancestry or her own tenacity for perfection was anyone’s guess, but she knew that her own personal level of expectation came from hard work and a selfless dedication to the fruition of her life’s goals, and today would mark her first steps towards fulfilling her destiny.  Today, she would take her first voyage as the ship master of an ISLAND Liner, and she wasn’t about to let incompetency blemish such a step.

“Ship Master,” another voice called out from her right.  “Docking Control has indicated the first wave of shuttles are on approach.  We should expect our first class passengers to arrive within the hour.”

Mei-Xing nodded, but a sneer crossed her face at the continued use of the Common language amongst her crew.  It was an excessively antiquated speech, an ugly speech, burdened and littered with the drivels of the old English language.

It may have been the language of international trade, commerce, and cooperation centuries ago, but the galaxy is so much bigger now!
She thought. 
With Chinese as the dominant language on more planets than any other, isn’t it time for us to speak our own language, with our own people, on our own ships?

She frowned.  There was little hope to be found in such thoughts.  The Americans were still too heavily involved in galactic affairs for Common to just go away, even if all they’d been reduced to was a security guard for planet Earth.  There was also the problem that while all ISLANDs were crewed by Chinese, they were still staffed by their subservient Indians, creating yet another language barrier.  Mei-Xing sighed to herself.  Common was taught to every new born baby alongside their own native languages.  There was no changing that now.

No matter how disgusting it felt on Mei-Xing’s tongue.

“Ship Master?”  The voice spoke again.

“Very good, Mister Chen,” She said, glancing at the chronograph in the upper right hand corner of the oval Lens situated in front of her left eye.

08:36:02.

Only about a minute late.  She supposed that was within even her standard of punctuality, especially considering how complex the last twenty four hours before an ISLAND launch was.

She blinked and sent a slight mental nudge towards her Lens, and a visual feed of the docking bay sprang into view.  She saw the deck crew scurrying about with guidance lights in their hands, red carpets sprawled along the deck to help facilitate the boarding of travelers, and concierges, ready at the beck and call of any passenger to set foot aboard the
Sierra Madre
.

Good, good.

With another mental nudge, the Lens feed shifted back to her To-Do-List, which she kept as her default setting.  She checked off the numbered event concerning the arrival of passengers and looked at the next thing on the list.  She already knew what it was, but the internal comfort of continuously checking her lists gave her piece of mind.  Item number five for the day was to rest until 14:00:00 when the next item on her list came about.  It was barely nine o’clock in the morning, but she’d already been on the bridge for nine hours performing the ISLAND’s pre-flight check lists with her bridge crew.  Feeling weariness creeping in, she stood and surveyed the bridge.

The bridge was built like the quarter of a sphere removed from the remainder, with the ship master’s at the very center, raised above all other stations by a semicircular platform about a meter above the deck.  Arrayed around her from left to right, along the curved interior of the viewport that encased the bridge were her officers’ duty stations.  Everything from navigation to communication to ship’s systems and a half dozen other flight sensitive tasks.  Beyond these stations, wrapping around the entirety of the curved section of the bridge, was the transparent viewport that connected the bridge to the emptiness of space.  It wrapped above and behind and around Mei-Xing as she stood at the foot of her dais, and all she could see was space.  It was something she had enjoyed immensely since her first moment on the bridge of her new command only one week ago.

Immaculate, the bridge was lit with bright lights and streamlined interfaces.  It had red carpeting on the floor and wood paneling along the bulkheads, luxury items that simply screamed: civilian.  It was nothing like the cold steel and colorless white Mei-Xing had seen aboard the Allied Space Navy’s ships of war she had toured during her training. 

Interestingly, she had to admit that she approved of the sterility of those ships more.

Finally, directly behind the ship master’s chair was the lift, which she promptly started for.

“XO,” she said as she stepped off her dais.  A small man with a well-greased comb over straightened from his position overlooking the shoulder of the ship’s Communication Officer.

“Ma’am?”  He asked.

“The bridge is yours.”

“Aye, ma’am,” he replied with a slight nod.  Mei-Xing did not return it but made sure her look lingered just enough to be obviously suggestive.  Her executive officer didn’t dare make mistakes while she was away, and her subtle look served as a reminder that he’d better not.  It wasn’t that she was unsure of his abilities, in fact, she couldn’t ask for a more competent first officer, but that she never dropped her persona, not even for him.

She didn’t want her crew to fear her, but she demanded their respect all the same.

She turned and entered the lift, but instead of indicating her intended destination with a simple thought through her Lens, a door whooshed open in front of her, opposite the one she’d just came through.  Stepping through, she entered the atrium of her personal quarters, a space about the size of a small living room despite its sole purpose as a place to receive guests and store her footwear.

Once through the lift doors, which silently closed behind her, she immediately slouched her shoulders and rolled her neck.  She wasn’t a machine, despite what others may think, and she needed to relax as much as the next person.  She slipped off her bulky duty boots and placed them in a small compartment that quickly retreated back into the bulkhead after she’d placed them within, and opened the large, ornate door to enter her new home.

Those who knew anything about space travel, especially those like the Chinese or Americans who dominated the practice, understood that space was always at a premium aboard a spacefaring vessel.  The Americans would especially understand this, as their use for space travel revolved almost solely around combat, where every cubic inch of a spaceship was used to fit ammunition, life support, provisions, berths, or any number of mission critical essentials.  The Chinese understood this as well, and abided by such a concept with most of their ship designs.

But not for ISLAND Liners.

Inter-System Luxury Aerospace Destination Liners had no need to worry about space constrictions.  Each ISLAND was almost five hundred years old, beginning their lives as simple transport shuttles that ferried supplies from Earth to China’s first colony on Mars in the late 21st century.  But as time progressed, repairs and refits had been necessary, giving designers the unique opportunity to build on top of the existing infrastructure, creating larger and larger ships.  Four hundred years later, those original ships had grown to immense sizes, each slightly different from the next.  Each ISLAND was literally the size of Europe’s largest countries, hundreds of kilometers long, and half as wide and tall.  Shaped like an angular, blocky cone, the engine block was the wide base and the bridge its tip.  They were space worthy countries capable of supporting millions of passengers.

Designed for comfort and leisure, Mei-Xing, as ship master, was entitled to the most extravagant suite on the ship.  Two stories with five rooms, three baths, a solar to view the stars, a central atrium, dining room, and equipped with an emergency escape capsule, it was easily the most opulent accommodation available.  Decorated in mainly Chinese motifs, Mei-Xing could almost pretend she was back on Earth in her ancestral home that had provided her with so much.

She looked at the vaulted ceilings, tassels, hangings, bronze sculptures, and gold inlaid furniture and sighed.  Here was a place worthy of her accomplishments.  It was a place where she could relax and enjoy the fruits of her labors.  She glanced at the central fountain that flowed gracefully into its basin and touched the water.  It rippled at her gesture and she smiled, continuing her way towards her room and up the port side staircase, having already chosen that she would only descend down the starboard side one.

It took her nearly thirty seconds to climb the stairs to the landing separating her quarters from the rest of her suite.  Reaching out to grasp the intricate handle before her, she twisted and opened the wide double doors and entered her immaculately furnished room that gleamed in pristine opulence.  She started the process of undressing herself as she strode across the room, removing each piece of her uniform carefully, meticulously folding each article of clothing and placing them on her dresser and throwing her undergarments down her hidden laundry chute.

Before stepping into bed, Mei-Xing moved towards her full body mirror she’d brought with her from her childhood home.  It was an ovoid with gold designs twirling around the edges, coming together at the top to form two small cherubs blowing small horns at the other.  It had been a gift from her grandmother for her eighth birthday and she had always treasured it.

What she really loved about the mirror, however, was how it presented her body.  Of course, Mei-Xing knew it reflected her no differently than any other mirror, but something about the gold designs and cherubs framed her in a more perfect way.

She was tall for a Chinese woman, standing at 1.75 meters, with a strong body most women would be hard pressed to replicate.  Her face was just as hard as her body, with small but full red lips and dark eyes that could look as intensely serious as they could sultry.  Her skin was smooth and soft, but it was the angle of her cheeks that provided her with the prized sternness she was so proud of.

Assured that her face was clear of any blemishes she may need to take care of, lowered her hand and examined her breasts.  They were firm and well sized and Mei-Xing hummed in satisfaction.  She then turned to the side to inspect her backside, likewise content at its shape and firmness, but then she frowned.  Upon closer inspection, her abdominal muscles seemed less defined than normal, showing almost an imperceptible amount of paunch over her otherwise taut stomach.

We’ll have to do something about that, won’t we, Mei-Xing?

The last week hadn’t left her much time for physical exercise, and she could now see the results of her sedentary lifestyle.  It did not make her happy, but she knew once her ISLAND was successfully under way, she’d have time to work on it again.  With one last look at her behind, she nodded at her reflection and quietly padded her way towards her bed.  Slipping in beneath her silk sheets, she nudged her Lens to deactivate the lights in the room and set her alarm to wake her in four hours.

She needed to be well rested.  ISLAND departures were still a big deal for the citizens of each planet it visited, and even though the ship wouldn’t be back for two years, and in that time any mistakes her crew may make well and forgotten;
she
would not forget them.  She would take them to the grave – should such a day ever in fact arrive for Ship Master Mei-Xing Na.

About the Author

Edward Crichton, a native Clevelander, lives in Chicago, Illinois with his wife, where he spends his time coming to grips with his newfound sports allegiances.  A long time enthusiast of Science Fiction, Fantasy, History and everything in between, he spends his time reading, writing, overusing his Xbox, and demanding his wife allow him to buy a cat.  Who shall be named Nero
.

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A Hunter and His Legion
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