[Author] So I've decided rather than get bogged down with all the technical stuff to just make a few changes to the story here and there so that they are less important. I think I also got all the worst errors cleared out now. It'll probably take me a bit longer to clean up Chapter 2 in a similar way. [/Author]
With that valued reader what follows is a perhaps slightly dramatized account of what scholars have been able to piece together.
Sol System
High orbit over Luna
Date lost to antiquity
"Factory Station 007, this is Inspection 1 you are to stand by for inspection by order of the Terran Dominion Space Navy." The young darkskinned Ensign at the controls of the shuttle struggled with his accent.
"Ensign?" Another darkskinned man in newly developed microgravity "Marine" gear decorated as a Captain asked.
"Sorry sir. Most of these stations still have yet to accept the new national language. This station speaks primarily English. Most of the time if you address them in their language they'll be much more cooperative." The ensign replied.
"We'll just have to fix that then while we are over there. Wait a second what is that?" The Captain asked as the sensor panel showed a new contact emerging from the far side of the station.
"Not in the war book sir. We're being jammed! What do they hope to accomplish?" The Ensign asked as he tried to puzzle out the meaning of the current situation.
Impact warnings began lighting up all across the port side of the small shuttle. Punching some more power to the sensors to break through the jamming and saw six new contacts.
"They're avoiding our guns. Time to get out of here. Comms still not punching through the jamming." The Ensign alerted.
The smaller craft stayed on the port side with little trouble. Their acceleration profile was beyond anything the Dominion had. More damage warnings lit up. They were using guns similar to what the Dominion fielded in their space forces so fortunately the damage was not very impressive.
The new craft closed in and peppered the port side once more. As the craft rolled six more contacts appeared on the screens to join the attack.
Situation Room
Factory Station 007
"It's what we were afraid of sir. They perform well enough but their firepower just is not enough to quickly dispatch targets in space. Reports are starting to filter in from our Terra raids. We were able to have more success there simply because we could carry bombs to drop where we needed. Still we didn't have enough to do what we wanted. Good news module 4 will be in position by the time the Dominion mounts a reprisal." A short stout man with graying hairs in his dark brown hair and a face covered in lubricants spilling down to his work suit said as he watched the progress of the fight.
"Word is they're already working on that for the next batch." A much younger and cleaner man next to him answered.
"We'll see. Won't take them long to figure out what we did to their technology and start matching us for real. Time to evacuate and data purge. It was a good run. Bring them home. We'll need everything we got for round two and I just have an idea that may work." The elder man said as he watched the skirmish unfold.
Royal Palace
Johanasberg, Africa region Terra
"Sorry to wake you Prime Minister. We have been attacked." A young fair skinned woman quietly announced in the minister's bedroom.
"Who?" The first Prime Minister of the Terran Dominion barked rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Several space colonies, mostly those established by the former powers here, assembled a new type of combat craft we have never seen before. They hit several targets but there were too few to cause extensive damage. The worst damage we received was to our research facilities. They used EMP devices. Research has been slowed but thankfully backup protocols mean we will not have to start from scratch. Fighters were scrambled but nothing we had was fast enough and they bombed from above where our Surface to Air umbrella can reach. No bomb was more than 150 meters off target despite the extreme height. We're obviously dealing with a combination of technology and training that means trouble." The young aide briefed.
"Any good news?" The Prime Minister pulled on his robe.
"An inspection team bound for Factory Station 007 was attacked by these fighters. It seems their weaponry is a bit weak. The Chief of Staff for the Space Navy is requesting additional shuttles until we can provide him with our own space born combat fighters." The aide answered.
"A reasonable request. Approved." The Prime Minister walked to his shower.
Situation Room
Factory Station 007
"Well what is this idea of yours?" The young man asked looking over the reports and improvised displays.
"We'll be chewing on them forever if we just rely on those pop guns and whizbang missiles that more closely resemble festival fireworks. What if we took the guidance package out and put it on some of those old rockets we used to plant sensors inside asteroids to see what was inside. Those should crack those shuttles a lot faster." The older man still covered with grime and lubricant answered.
"Won't be very accurate since those things weren't even designed to change course much but they should just crack right through those shuttles." The younger man began writing things down on a notebook.
"Time to catch our shuttle. Oh well, hope they like the other surprise I left them." The older man said as he punched in commands to the makeshift terminals.
Several hours later
Hangerbay Factory Station 007
"No contact yet sir. Their shuttles are not here. Everything that can be cleaned out has been. Checking the central core now."
"Sir I have something in the power core!"
"What the?"
"Evac now!"
"Too late!"
Of the ten shuttles sent in four remained on patrol outside the station to catch any runners. Unfortunately it was not far enough away for the old fission plant that powered the station converted into a bomb.
Terran Dominion Space Navy Platform 004
"Now that they have shown their hand we'll be ready next time. Order what shuttles we have left to make an example of Habitat Station 114." Commander Alexi Korikov barked from his command chair.
Exodus station situation room
Somewhere in the Kuipier Belt
Day 114 of the Colony Wars
"As we expected we've been pushed back to almost exclusively here now. How did the strike go against Fort Zimbabwe?" A grizzled old fair skinned man in old style work clothes and a paper notebook tethered to his hip asked.
"Both better and worse than we expected. We took the base out but we had to use one of our scarce nukes to do it. The strike force was counter attacked on the way out and took heavy losses but with the upgrades and new fighters we did a number on them as well. Can we drop our code names now or do I have to keep calling you Haron of Space?" An elderly man with gray hair and fair complexion in simple clothes countered.
"Only for a little longer Green Forest. We'll know for sure once the seeding of the belt finishes up. Then if we still are not attacked we'll know our vetting process has worked. The new fighter of the Dominion is not bad but it lacks the bite of our heavier jobs. Looks like they're using the same guns as on their shuttles. Haron of Space when can we start shipping people out?" A middle aged man with graying blond hair and light complexion joined the conversation.
"Nice of you to finally join us Cobalt Blue. After that debacle last week and the redesigns we're ready to make another test run today. We already have a brand new shuttle on steroids worked up that will hold over a thousand people each. We can build these a lot faster than the interstellar ships. We have a final tally on how many people we got on this monstrosity of mine?" Haron of Space grumbled.
"A bit over two million. If we can get Fort Zululand out of the way we can probably have that much again. Then there is Mars. Many of the habitat stations are already re-working themselves to be slow boats, the damn insane fools. At least we can send the true interstellar ships out in advance to prepare the way and then when the slow boats get there we could even possibly have more interstellar ships heading out to pick them up depending on how long we remain hidden." Cobalt Blue answered grimacing.
"All right we'll get some real slow boats going as well. If our descendants are going to have any chance of having the industry, technology, and manpower to make a go of it we have little choice." Haron of Space fummed.
"Cobalt Blue your pilots have my authorization to nuke the hell out of that military station. Hell after what they have done if you can find a way to get a strike to Terra you can use what we have left on those Dominion bastards." Green Forrest snapped.
"As much as I hate the idea of doing that to the homeland we have little choice. I think that trip in can be arranged." Haron of Space slumped visibly.
"Thanks I'll need it. We'll probably lose a lot in this strike even with that." Cobalt Blue leaned against the wall.
Command Bunker Prime
Location Classified
Day 129 of the Colony Wars
"Prime Minister they have managed to infiltrate into the inner system." A short heavyset dark skinned General said as he hung up a phone.
"How many?" The Prime Minister barked back.
"Latest count has 24 craft with radiological readings escorted by 72. We can muster 128 to intercept but with how close they got and factoring in the probability that the 24 craft with radiological warnings are carrying live nuclear devices I must warn that there is a good probability that they will get through to do some serious damage." The General answered.
"They are bluffing. They dare not turn the will of the undecided. Scramble the Orion's." The Prime Minister smirked.
"Our forces on Mars are under attack. In all likely hood with the communication delay based upon the reports filtering in they will be overwhelmed before we can get reinforcements there." The General looked at then unfolded a report handed to him by a comm officer.
"We must restore control on Mars. Are the new style shuttles ready yet?" The Prime Minister calmly inquired.
"The enemy seems to know where to poke us to slow that project down. Indeed for a bluff it seems the main facility is now radioactive cinders." The General unfolded another note handed to him by his aide.
"Recovery time frame?" The Prime Minister quickly overcame his shock.
"The technology is secure so no loss there. The factory is another matter. Those tools and machines were cutting edge prototypes. Though we did have another batch being produced to expand the construction output it will still take years to fully recover." The General answered.
"Why have we not found their new base? It has to be in the Kupier Belt somewhere." The Prime Minister let some anger slip into his voice.
"They have seeded many asteroids with jamming devices, decoys, and power plants that power nothing. We are discovering secondary bases but we cannot gain any information about where the new main base is. Intel can find no more cells operating directly in the inner system. This current attack was staged from some ore haulers that we expected. I have already devised some revisions to our screening process for these crews and will enact them right away. If you will excuse me so I may do so." The General answered without hesitation.
"Very well. Seems we have no choice to pull back from the outer system to restore order on Mars for now. Minister of Intelligence you must step up your efforts to secure the locations of our projects." The Prime Minister glared right at the Minister of Intelligence.
Situation Room
Exodus Station
Day 156 of the Colony wars
"Thanks to the success of our Mars operation and the resistance in the Americas we have a great deal of time now to recover our loses and finish our projects." Green Forest broke the silence.
"We lost a lot on that last attack run for sure but we should keep up the pressure if we can." Cobalt Blue spoke up.
"With what exactly? Those dang Dominion bastards still have at least a hundred fighters out here still coming for us. All our transport assets are tied up with the aftermath of Mars and our production capacity is already full up expanding itself, making modules for colonies, making ships, making slow boats, and still managing fighters for you. Nah everyone has to lick their wounds for a while now. At least we'll get another slow boat filled and shipped out later today. We're already dangerously overcrowded and there are more coming from Mars every day." Haron of Space snapped back.
"All right. Point made." Cobalt Blue sulked.
Command Bunker Prime
Location Classified
Day 254 of the Colony Wars
"Sir I think we may have it finally. Recovered comm chatter from Habitat Station 116 has finally been decrypted. Along with interrogations and other recovered comm chatter we are now decrypting I believe we have an area to focus upon. I know our space born transport assets are still stretched thin but we must move more combat craft out to Navy Platform 004." Admiral Alexi Korikov said calmly.
"Now I remember why I allowed you to be promoted. Despite bad situations you are confident and intelligent. Very well. take the next shipment of combat craft. Mars will have to tide itself over instead of getting another regiment." The Prime Minister answered.
Situation Room
Exodus Station
Day 300 of the Colony Wars
"Well they finally did it. Enemy fighters have breached the outer markers and marine shuttles are already on their way." Cobalt Blue said looking down at the sensor displays.
"How many do we have left?" Green Forest asked afraid.
"Fortunately the last slow boat left just an hour ago. The Barque is just about finished charging and the gravity is within tolerance. No time to see if she passes muster. We still have time to get you away." Haron of Space smirked more for show than any feeling of certainty.
"Yes. The wipes are finished but I didn't have time to make them as thorough as I like. You two certainly have earned a spot as well." Green Forest sighed heavily.
"You go Haron. I'll organize the cover and make sure Exodus Station does not fall into Dominion hands." Cobalt Blue countered.
"I respect your decision even if I don't like it. I hate that self sacrificing hero crap. Good luck Garth." Haron of Space shook Cobalt Blue's hand heartily.
"All right Richard and William you two better get going. They'll be to the inner perimeter soon." Cobalt Blue shook the hand of Green Forrest.
Command Bunker Prime
Location Classified
Day 354 of the Colony Wars
"Prime Minister we are pleased to inform you that we just received word that Exodus Station is now in our hands. The traitorous scum tried to self destruct the station as had become common when they knew escape was impossible but our men were able to prevent it this time. Additionally we have combat camera footage under analysis of a new type of vessel never seen before. We know it to have been constructed at the station. According to pilots it just seemed to disappear after a brief flash of light. If not for the combat camera footage I'd call them crazy." Alexi Korikov briefed the Prime Minister.
"We must duplicate this technology right away. How much did we recover from their computer systems to give us a head start?" The First Prime Minister immediately grasped the implications.
"They were very thorough but combining the records across all the bases we captured where this research was taking place, it will still be near from scratch but not quite. We also managed to catch glimpses of what we know they called "slow boats". Vessels designed for prolonged acceleration and space flight. They were able to cobble together a great many by making use of the habitat stations strewn throughout the inner and outer system. Based upon interrogations and recovered data we have a likely gathering point but even if we got started now with our own interstellar expeditions we would not arrive until they were likely long gone." Admiral Alexi Korikov answered.
"We can use that to our advantage. We can create a manifest destiny to keep the unity we now enjoy together beyond our generation by giving them the mission of unifying our lost brothers and sisters." The Prime Minister smiled.
Point Luck
What will become known as the Palembang system
Date unknown
"Well we have a good supply here of everything we need. Operating our fast ships in a chain we'll be able to gather up the slow boats here well ahead of schedule and have a fleet to transport them the fast way shortly after. Our next priority is to scout out for a permanent home. Ideas?" Professor Richard Clemson asked.
"I hate to say it but we should split up. We have more than enough people on those slow boats to do so. Based on what our telescopes could find there are several good possibles well within range. If this system here checks out I'm heading there." William Spence answered.
"Yes you are right. If this system here checks out I would like to go there." Richard sighed.
Residential section, Point Luck Station Palembang system
Later that day
"Professor Clemson I presume?" A small man with short black hair and features that betrayed his Eastern European ancestry entered Richard Clemson's quarters.
"Yes, and you are?" Richard asked as he clasped a lock of hair.
"Professor Pter Yukinov. I am here to offer my condolences on your daughter and to make a proposal. I was saddened to hear about the nuking of Habitat 217 by Dominion forces in retaliation for the nuclear attacks we made on Terra. My sister was on that station as well. I am collecting genetic samples to create a repository of heroes of the resistance. I would like to include your daughter in a place of honor. I did not think it possible until I heard the rumors of that keepsake you have there." The small man didn't pause or allow his accent to fumble the words.
"It should have more than you need. Here, I'm not sure how much longer I could hold on to it anyway. At least this way future generations will have an unique insight to us." Richard tossed the lock of hair at Pter.
He looked down at the locker that held his daughter's true legacy. The most sophisticated computer coding ever done. It would take the work of others to finish but what was in there could revolutionize computer based intelligence in a way only ever dreamed about.
Victory Plaza
Geneva, Switzerland
date lost
"People of Terra, we stand united as never before in the history of this world with a peace never before obtained nor imagined. With this we shall move forward to a greatness that can never again be equaled.
Despite this there are those that have become lost. Both metaphorically and literally. As such I charge the people of the Terran Dominion to bring these lost souls back to our glory. We shall not allow them to remain lost in the dark while we enjoy the light.
This great task may well be passed on for generations. Despite this we must never give up. How could we go forward if we did?
People of the Dominion celebrate your unity and peace. If you do your children and your children's children shall be able to as well." The First Prime Minister of the Terran Dominion finished his speech to thunderous applause.
New Minsk, Belarus
Date Unknown
"I'm sorry Professor Clemson for lying to you but if it is any consolation your daughter will live again if I am successful." Professor Pter Yukinov said as he held a test tube in his gloved hand.
His work was revolutionary. Pure genetic duplication was thought to be a dream. His technique was so ahead of anything else he had already mastered duplicating physical appearance despite the tendency of the same genes sometimes manifesting in different ways. It was why even identical twins were not always completely identical. But now that would change and it would give them the edge needed to stand up to the Terran Dominion.
Espana, Ascunscion
Date Unknown
"Well at least I will be able to enjoy a nice tropical beach in my retirement." William Spence jotted down some figures in his notebook as he sunned himself.
Sandwiched between two attractive women he had been surprised at the offer they had made him. It seemed it was not all that uncommon across this new world. He still hadn't understood how the hell it happened to work out this way but he wasn't going to argue with the fact that he now had two wives and their relationship while complex did work.
He finished sketching out a new work frame design. Once he got back to his office he knew he'd be able to take it farther but he doubted it'd be practical to manufacture in his lifetime.
Green Forrest City, Anvil
Date Unknown
"Granddad would be so proud of us. We're so close but so far from the greatest breakthrough since he and his compatriots solved practical interstellar travel." Tiffany Clemson finished her eulogy of Richard Clemson.
Her mother had made sure she was on one of the first slow boats out of the Terra system as soon as she was old enough. Because of that she never met her grandfather before his death.
She knew now what she had to do. She had already been grappling with her mother's advances into artificial intelligence. It had been a surprise just how human the systems behaved. Retreating into their simulations and developing a whole host of what could only be described as psychological problems due to the sheer amount of computing power at their disposal.