Chapter 50
By Cliff
Beta and Clean up: Not done
Reviewed by Hotpoint and Cannonshop
25 Nov 3049
New Circe
In a flash of light and in a blur of movement, that was too fast for the human eye to really understand what was going on. One of the ugliest moving objects ever created by the hand of man, just “popped” into existence at the L1 point near the only life sustaining planet in this system. On that “ship” the crew went to work with a passion. Robert turned and looked at his friend with a smile, they were back home. Two seconds later two more ships arrived at what someone from the inner sphere would had said was impossibly close to another ship. Each of the smaller newly arrived ships looked “normal”, and soon they were lost among the giants living in this system. The larger ship was not so easily hidden.
“Jules, would you please let the Station know, that we have arrived with the SLS Mustang and SLS Weasel ll.” Now that they were back in the home system, the two carriers would now fall under traffic control and the SLDF Navy on what they were to do next. Robert and Jules just had their own jobs to do with what was attached to the Styx. The two Carriers would take commands from their “normal” command structure from now on.
Jules smiled and did a little chin nod to a station only about 3 meters from where he was currently standing. He still was not 100 percent used to having artificial gravity while he was in space, and he had not yet broken some of the lifetime of experience or habits of “Normal” space travel. That little movement of his head was all he needed to do. Soon messages were flying from the ship to the star system’s traffic control center. A message had been sent from the Styx via the HPG she carried, a few hours before they had arrived at this location.
The massive load of metal could “only” jump 17 light years at a charge. And even then, they had to take between three and four hours between each jump. Still sometimes, they had to take longer breaks in their interstellar travels to give the Colonial civilian grade jump engine time to cool down or be inspected for any damage. To make up for the lost time. After the third day on the road from Barbados, Robert had ordered and posted a note to the two liners for the passengers and crew to read. This little convoy would not be stopping for any extended stay after each “normal” traveling day, like they had planned on before leaving New Circe.
As expected, this had not gone over very well with the passengers on those two liners. And after a full 24-hour day of maintaining this new schedule, the sharply pointed messages had started to show up in Jules and Roberts digital mailbox. Thanks to the two warships covering the normal docking collars and forcing the liners to be dock to the wrecked warships. The pair of officers didn’t have to worry about passengers physically trying to see them for the rest of the trip back home. Not one of the complainers had brought a “space suit” with them, and the intervening warship hulls were not pressurized much less pressurized with a breathable atmosphere for some strange reason. The last issue had not even been started by the officers in charge of this mission. Someone on the maintenance team had made sure to vent the two warship hulks, before they left Barbados. They even had put the note in the maintenance logs when they had done it.
Within a single duty shift, after the overloaded Tramp class ship had arrived in this system. The two passenger liners were on the ground, and the two damaged warships were free floating in the local space of this arrival point. By now the crew in the local areas of this jump point had gotten used to having to handle, well let’s just call them over sized loads. The offloading of the remaining stores from the jump carriers, Styx, and the dropships would be easier without the blocking damaged and recovered warships.
The Station would take care of moving the warships and the wrecked Titan dropship with some tugs. The only main issue was that they had been expecting only one warship to arrive with the Styx. Somehow the news of the second warship and the battle damage dropship had not filtered down to the workers or lower level managers. It would have been a lot larger vessel than the Congress or Whirlwind, but it would have only been one warship that they would have to deal with and not two and a damaged combat dropship. It was early the next duty shift for the City of McEvedy, that Robert took a small craft down to the planet.
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Robert and Jules would have three full days after landing, before they would see each other again. Jules would have two meetings on that first day of their return to the planet’s surface. The last one, was with is daughter and son-in-law, that had left Jules very happy about something. The first meeting that both men had sat in together, was in the SLDF Navy Operation building’s main meeting room. It was a meeting that both men were not looking forward to. There had been some pointed remarks already, in digital messages, about why they had not brought the Egg Sac back with them. Those were the only warnings about what the meeting was going to be about. This lack of information set both men on edge, when they were able to finally see each other again while using the warehouse mess facilities.
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The meeting was small, and everyone was in full dress uniform. Even the two gatekeepers on the hallway door were in full Clan Wolverine dress uniform complete with weapons. As soon as Jules and Robert walked into the room, they kind of felt like they were in for a grilling of a lifetime. On one side of the table were marked as the seats for Jules and Robert, and on the other side was Admiral Franks, Admiral Whitefield, and Admiral Xi. They also were in full dress uniform, also complete with sidearms. Robert noticed the addition of the weapons and he felt his heart start to race.
Franks looked first down the line on his side of the table, and then he looked across to the two other men. He kept his face as blank as possible. “Well, this almost feels like a tribunal. That was not the intent of this meeting Gentlemen.”
He pointed to the two chairs, and the two men took their seats. While the men were still moving to take their high-backed seats, he kept talking. “The first order of business of this meeting. It is to congratulate you all on the conclusion of a successful Pilgrimage. Everyone in this room knows how stressful they can be.”
Franks gave the two men a little smile, that went all the way to his eyes. He had wanted to make sure that this pair of officers did not know that they were both being evaluated on this run to Barbados. He didn’t know if it worked or not, but Franks did have the results of those “Tests”. The other members on his side of the table had been in on the plan almost from the word go. Each of them had their own reasons for playing along with Admiral Frank’s little game.
“I have a dozen different official reports filed about the pair of you, and all of them are positive. As you both know dealing with higher ranked people that are not in charge, is a major leadership challenge. You both have passed this leadership test, and it will be put in both of your personnel records. This was not a test that had a score to be achieved. You either can do it? Or you cannot do the job. You both seem to have that skill set. Congratulations.”
He was not going to tell them about the negative reports and messages that he had also received about these two men’s jobs performance. They had started coming to his staff within an hour of the return of the Styx to New Circe. Even the lowest ranked member of Frank’s staff had quickly worked out, that they were coming from people that were just upset that they did not get their way on the trip. And that was even after all of those passengers had been told, what the rules were for this short notice pilgrimage. Even in Clan Wolverine, you had some people who thought that the rules did not fully apply to them.
There were very few “leaderships” schools that the SLiE or even the SLDF Navy could use. It normally was up to your next line commander, to help develop the younger officers above the rank of O3 or enlisted members above the rank of E5. With the coming of the Colonials and the recalling of so many older generation officers, and the increase in the size and number of interstellar capable units? This had caused some issues, which the SLDF Navy was still learning how to deal with. They were trying a few different ideas to see what at least worked somewhat.
The smile on Admiral Franks face fell, like all of the strings on a puppet being cut at once. This group of senior officers had already read and reviewed all of the relevant reports that had come from this mission. With the alert provided by the HPG messages, the key leader’s calendars had been cleared to support wrapping up this mission. They had just given the attaboy to the two recalled officers. Now it was time to find out more about one of the key decisions, which had been made on the mission. Franks could feel the others leaned back in their chairs without even needing to look out of the corners of his eyes. The pair of officers were ready for the point to be made. They knew how the game was played, and they were ready for the painful part to start.
“Now. I would like to know, why you deviated from your mission on recovering the primary warship.” Franks dropped his chin and he gave each man a strong but level look to match the tone in his voice.
Franks was a bit old school, and he would not refer to the Egg Sac by the name that the warship had been given by her last owners. He had issues with anything related to Clan Widowmaker, in general or in any finer points. Rumor had it. That he, his father, and his great grandfather all had gotten hammered drunk, when they received the report that all of Clan Widowmakers had been absorbed by another clan in 2834. The information had only come, after a contact with a Dark Caste messenger that had passed along this information to the right member of the Jarnfolk. That member of the Jarnfolk had ended up coming closer to Clan Wolverine’s space. A lot of times you didn’t know what to ask, so you got what you got, when you got it. This time the data that had been collected by the SLIC run ship was not that important to the Star League in Exile, but it had been well received news to some of the key leaders of the SLiE and their close friends.
Robert knew this fact about the Franks family, and it didn’t help him one little bit in this given situation. “Sir! We tried half a dozen different locations to attached to the Potemkin. And all of our tests showed that we could not get complete coverage on the larger ship with our jump field. Jules has copies of the engineering teams briefing on the subject. We could have brought her home, but she would have been short on the nose, or tail or just a bit shaved down on both ends. I made the decision, that it was not acceptable to damage the asset. And I approved an alternate course of action as the Mission Commander and senior officer on site.”
Admiral Xi had a stone face, which did not give anything away as she spoke for the first time in this meeting. “The engineering department has yours and that teams’ original reports, and we are waiting for a more detailed report to come from them. They do not agree, when these new assessments that were brought up to them at my last meeting with them. They did admit that they might not have run the jump space models with the known dropships that were attached to the warship’s outer hull or the reported 10,000tons of cargo still left in her bay. My gut tells me that they will come to the same conclusion as your engineering team had, but it might take them a while to do it and publicly admit to making those errors.”
Now it was back to the head of the Navy to find out something about the newly returned mission. “Now why did you choose those two particular warships to bring back with you?” Franks let one of his eyebrows raise just about a half inch to show his interest in what the answer might be, and he wanted to know the thought prosses of the other officers.
Jules felt his back go straight in the high back chair, and he was about to fire off something that would at best be called off color to the other officers. Just when he opened his mouth to fire that volley off, Robert used a level tone and addressed the issue. “It was suggested, by the staff, that we could have brought back both of the Congress class warships at the cache. The base idea was that the Station could take what was needed and repair one of the other vessels of that class from a parts donor vessel. I did not think that this was a worthwhile idea. I left the Hunter’s Pride and decided that we should take the one ship, that we can reflag as one that had fought under our flag. I picked the Gray Wolf a Whirlwind class warship from Clan Wolf and the Hell’s Horse Mustang. The Wolf’s ship had some, but light jump engine damage, and I thought that she might make a great replacement for the Weasel. She was of the same class, and it has been a long-time since a vessel of the SLDF Navy had carried that name. Did I make a poor choice? Query affirmative?”
Rear Admiral Xi could not hold it back any longer, and she felt a loud snort leave her mouth. She saw her boss shoot her a look from down the table. She didn’t even give him a look before talking. “Even if you had brought both ships of the same class with you? We most likely would not have put even one of them back into service for the SLDF Navy.”
Admiral Whitefield kept his face just as still as when the meeting had started, but only for a second after Xi had stopped talking. Then he smiled, a little and his voice had a sarcastic tone that dripped with every word he spoke. “Even If you had gotten one of them back in fighting trim? I would not have the manpower to get it out of this system. I do like it, that we have more of our lost kits back home. If nothing else, after they are checked out and the hulls are declared safe. We might be able to use one or even both of them as schools to speed up the training for new classes of space warriors. They don’t have to have working jump engines to teach general system repair, maintenance, or even shooting and crew drills.”
Jules smiled a little, and now he had his temper under control. “Well there not all back, but now that we have some updated information on a list of other ships. What can we do about getting more of our “lost kits” back to our system? Query Affirmative.”
The leadership sitting on the other side of the table looked at each other, and Admiral Franks decided that it should be him to address this issue. “We are looking into it, but it is something that we will not bring up for public discussion. Now let’s talk about the next issues. Did you really order a guard to be put outside the bridge of the Styx, and then outfitted them with stunners? They were to use those devices on the next person, that wanted access to the bridge without being on the duty roster. Query affirmative?”
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Robert was at an afterhours meeting at Admiral Whitefield’s home a few weeks after the return of the Styx. It was “just” a family dinner. But on New Circe, that was not a small event to attend or be invited to. It was not long before the two officers retreated to a side room that was an office, library, and man cave retreat for the oldest male in the home. With the door safely locked behind them, and a shared empathetic and knowing smile as the noise noticeably dropped in volume. They sat down to talk a little shop….. off the record, away from any recording devices, and hopefully away from any bribable ears.
David Whitefield looked over at his friend and he waited for Robert to take a sip of a drink slowly warming in his hands. As soon as the glass was at the other man’s lips David struck, lightening quick. “So, Robert. When are you going to settle down? Query affirmative. You’re still young enough to have a few more kids. We can always use more spacers or aerospace fighter jocks, with some of your genes.”
Robert was ready for this opening line, and he finished slowly sipping his drink. It was not the first time, that it had been used against him or something like this attempt at timing. “You know I have four kids, and two of them have had their own kids now. That is unless you are hinting at something else, and you are suddenly getting coy in your advancing years.”
David knew this meeting was off the record, and all of the uniforms were safely in the closets. That did not mean, that he could talk about just everything. “Well, there has been talk.” David let his voice slowly trail off and he raised his eyebrows.
Robert smiled. “Yes, I had a few messages generated to be sent to a few friends. Some of them were going to our contacts, and a few were timed messages to be sent to another friend. I am sure that has gotten some reviews, and that has gotten some busy bodies talking about Terry and me. I had every message, which was not work related, reviewed. I even sent a copy of all of my personal messages to the Intel section over in SLIC. I also know that you had that grandson of yours watching me. I bet he reported to you, when I sent those messages off to a friend on the Yukon’s Intel team.” Robert had been on a role that the two glasses of wine had helped fuel.
David didn’t try to hide a smile and the twinkle in his eyes. “I know, but some others do not. I will drop it, and I will offer good luck to you with your long-distance relationship. From all of the reports I have read, she seems like a very nice lady. I just hope you do not end up putting a lot of time into a useless endeavor, and you end up getting hurt in more than one way. Query Affirmative.”
Robert was now a little defensive with his longtime friend. “It is my time, and it is my risk. Query Negative. And I will have to deal with all of the hoops, that I will have to jump through at any future possible turn of events. Those events, that only one of the Colonial’s Oracles might be able to give cryptic hints about.”
David held his hand up in a form of surrender to his longtime friend. He could tell that his friend was ready to attack or defend himself as only he saw fit to do. Having seen his friend like this only a time or two before. He knew that his friend would fight to the hilt or even to the pummel, if he thought that he needed to. “I know, I know, Robert. It is just one more of the troubles you seem to have developed a taste for dropping into our laps. Query affirmative.” David let a smile and light tone try to defuse the conflict that he could feel brewing between them.
Robert sat deeper into the high back and thickly padded chair, and after he got his breathing under control and worked to get his heartrate back to being close to normal. He started to relook at what had been said to him by his friend. He could tell there was something there, and he could feel that there was a reason. That his friend so willingly walked into, what he had to know was a very sensitive minefield. Out of the blue Robert knew that David wanted to talk to someone, about something, that was deeply bothering him.
“Is there something bothering you David? You know I only go where you or your boss sends me. That last trip was not my idea. I think you know, that I have been pushing for another run to the Inner Sphere. And this time, I want to go as deep as I can into the Inner Sphere on this next run. If nothing else? We should pick up a data dump from the network I have been building.”
David gave a slight nod to his friend, and he took another sip of his drink. “That last part is not going to happen, Robert. What do you know about the last part of Xi’s missions, and do not start by saying that you know nothing? I know you to well, for you to try to play that kind of game with me. Query Affirmative. Besides even before you said it. You knew that I knew, about your messages being passed to the Yukon’s Intel team. You even knew that I looked at them before I talked to you about information that they contained.”