This, alas, is only half of the next chapter. The second half is something like 95% done, but the last sections still need work. Since it's creeping towards the ten thousand word mark, I'm going to chop it in two.
On the plus side, that means that the next bit should be up sometime this week, rather than two months from now. :p
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Bad Neighbours
Chapter 6a
The Kynda class cruiser was well on it's way to completion. The Russian missile ship bore a distinct resemblance to a very long brick; a slab sided, solidly built cuboid with an aft end flared to accommodate the bulk of a fusion torch drive, it's sides studded with missile tubes and the protective domes covering scattering field emitters. Unlike more modern designs, the Kynda lacked the forest of sensor masts and radar systems associated with leapmissiles, instead sporting a comparatively anaemic array of sensors concentrated amidships. Or, at least, it would have sported them, had they been installed.
The large dome of the ship's main radar was being lowered carefully into place. The operation was a delicate one; care was being taken not to inadvertently damage any of the delicate components of the radar itself, or any of the other, already installed systems. A single false step or ill timed twitch could have been disastrous.
Admiral Liao Daiyu twitched as her com wailed, and the tiny resin dome stuck fast to one of the model Kynda's RE-77 fire control trackers. Muttering something extremely unladylike under her breath, she took a second to school her features into the calm expression expected of somebody of her exalted rank, then pressed the button that accepted the call. The face filling the free floating holoscreen that blinked into existence before her, that of Senior Lieutenant Wang Hao, was considerably less calm than her own. Behind him, the command centre of Mir Orbit One, the primary orbital station that serviced the sole inhabited planet of the Alshain system, Mir, displayed a bustle and energy she usually associated with a major exhuman guerilla attack.
“Liao, go ahead.”
“Sorry for intruding, Ma'am, but we've got something up here that I think you need to see.”
She arched an eyebrow.
“Oh? Pump it to my display, please.”
“Yes Ma'am, one moment.”
A second, larger screen appeared next to the first, bearing a duplicate of part of the the main system plot in the command centre. The data codes next to most of the light chips were omitted, as was the majority of the Alshain system not relevant to whatever the watch officer was concerned over, simply to squeeze a display that filled a screen wider than her day cabin from bulkhead to bulkhead into something that could be projected easily in the available space. It took Daiyu a moment to orient herself with the truncated plot, but the number of civilian ships – mostly ore haulers moving between the system's stupendous asteroid belt and the halo of foundries and factory stations orbiting closer to the star or around Mir itself – and the position of Alshain IV, the single visible planet, made it clear that the plot was of the Mir side of Alshain.
It was also rapidly obvious just what had caught Hao's attention; a bright orange rash of contacts hovering menacingly near the outer edge of the display, and the necklace of individual light chips scattered in a half sphere nearly a light minute in front of them.
“They just appeared out of nowhere three minutes ago. There wasn't any warning, and we detected no metric deformations that would indicate an FTL jump. For that matter, they're nowhere near a charted jumpzone, and we've swept that area heavily enough looking for Miran navy ships that we know for certain there isn't one lurking around and we just happened to miss it. Their 'pickets' look to have appeared with the rest of them and then made microjumps to their present positions, again without any detectable alterations to the metric. So far as we can tell, they're playing fair with normal physics. In fact, they've got a hellacious IR signature; I'd be surprised if there was a single entropy sink on any one of those ships.”
“Have we got anybody out there?”
“Commander Yang and Tse Yang are in a position to generate an intercept with one of the pickets without using their FTL. Everything else is either civilian or too far away to be useful without making a jump.”
“Have they noticed Yang?”
“Not so far as we can tell, Ma'am. I think they'd probably have tried doing something about him if they knew he was there, given how close he is.”
“Thank you, Senior Lieutenant. I'm going to declare Case Blue; get on the hyperwave and advise Earth what's going on here, then start evacuating noncombatants to the surface. I'll be up momentarily.”
“Yes Ma'am!”
Daiyu took nearly five minutes to reach the command centre. Orbit one hadn't been designed, initially, as a military installation. Indeed, the majority of its volume was still dedicated to commercial and civilian activity. The destruction of the majority of Mir's orbital military infrastructure during the PLAN invasion, and the subsequent actions of exhuman Miran saboteurs and remnant MSN ships had further eroded the military presence in orbit, with the result that the Chinese military administration had shifted it's base of operations to Orbit One. As a military station, it was poorly laid out, but it was big enough and could provide enough power to operate psuedogravity generators, a necessity for permanent habitation, it had plenty of space to accommodate the personnel needed to run a government and it had excellent communication links, as well as boat bays spacious enough to support the brigade of naval infantry that formed the Security Force's rapid response force.
It also held over a hundred thousand people, on average, at any one time. That meant that the evacuation of civilians required by Case Blue, the contingency plan for the sudden and unexpected invasion of a system by an unknown force present in strength, was going to be a nightmare. Moreover, the evacuees, not just from Orbit One but from the constellation of other stations that ringed Mir, would all have to squeeze themselves into the relative handful of domed settlements on the surface. The natives, in deference to their insane social and religious dogmas, didn't bother to dome their settlements; they simply pushed their augments further and further, rather than take the simple, easy and sane route of maintaining an Earth-normal atmosphere. Almost all of the domes on the surface had been erected by the PLA to provide secure garrison towns, and they had not been intended to hold hundreds of thousands of extra people. Given that the People's Republic more or less controlled the systems at the other ends of Alshain's three jumpzones, nobody had seen any need to build them with that in mind, since any impending attack on the system – by the Russians, for example – would have by necessity provided ample warning and thus time to organise a proper evacuation.
None of the planners had thought about fleets appearing where they literally had no possibility of being, however, for the understandable reason that impossible things had a pronounced tendency to not happen. That was, after all, the definition of the word.
The nerve centre of Alshain's system defence most certainly had been purpose built, however. The black armoured sentries standing beside the hatch braced to attention as she approached. She returned their salutes, then nodded in thanks as the rightmost soldier activated the hatch controls. System Control, Orbit One's command centre, was a large hemispherical compartment filled with circular banks of consoles rising up from the recessed floor level like a technically advanced version of the terraces once used to grow rice on the side of mountains. In the middle of the compartment, an expansive holoscreen displayed the system plot. Dozens of supplementary windows hovered around the sides of the big plot, bursting with information not displayed on the graphical representation, and each one of the dozens of crewmembers seated at the computer consoles was surrounded by yet more free floating screens. Most striking of all, however, was the view of the outside environs of the station shown on the thin, durable flatscreen coating the bulkheads. Despite being buried near the centre of one of Orbit One's three spherical hulls, it was as if the rest of the station didn't exist and the compartment was open to space. The dirty orange and brown orb of Mir hung to her right, surrounded by a glittering necklace of reflected light and drive flares, and the stars burned bright and unblinking without any atmosphere to interfere with their light.
The unidentified fleet waited sullenly in a tiny corner of the main plot. Seen in relation to the rest of the system, it seemed tiny, insignificant, but the way the neatly ordered light chips denoting civilian vessels were scattering towards the nearest jumpzones – or fleeing towards Mir, if they didn't have the good fortune to be FTL capable – made it obvious that, however tiny it might have been compared to the entire star system, that fleet was more than large enough to have a profound effect on the human inhabitants.
“Admiral on deck!”
“As you were,” she waved the command crew back into their seats before they could come to attention. Hao continued rising from the commander's station on an elevated platform raised above most of the workstations and providing a clear view of the system plot. She returned his salute, then gestured to the display.
“Has the situation changed?”
“No Ma'am. Commander Yang is on course to intercept his target in thirty two minutes, and we're in the process of putting some of our out-system arrays close to their main body. Whether they'll stay in one place long enough for us to get any good readings, I don't know, but...”
“But they've already shown that they can mircojump, and the arrays aren't designed for speed.”
“Exactly, Ma'am. There's a good chance they won't be there. We have, however, managed to patch into some mining survey sats in that region; they're out of reaction mass and running on batteries, so we can't manoeuvre them into better positions and the data quality isn't very good, but it's a hell of a lot better than just seeing a fleet's worth of IR sources and nothing else,” he tapped a command into the console before him, and one of the displays enclosing the platform on three sides obediently presented the data available on the intruders.
Daiyu's eyebrows shot up with such force she was surprised they stayed on her face.
“Is this accurate?”
“Until we get something better in position, Ma'am, we're presuming it is. We've gotten confirmation from three different platforms; none of them agreed on everything, but all of them show that monster in more or less the same place. They all agree on their acceleration as well.”
She hadn't expected the data to be good, but she hadn't imagined for a moment that it would be as bad as it was. The mining satellites that were her only real source of data were ill suited to the task to which they were being put; their radars and passive instruments were intended to keep track of relatively slow moving rocks and to gather accurate information over months or years of operation, not hours. Even worse, without reaction mass, they were on a slow drift out of the system, and far, far out of their instruments' optimal range, especially considering that universally obsolete nature of the sensors on satellites that had been in place long enough to exhaust their drives and drift so far out from any place thy could have been commercially useful. In fact, there were eight platforms in the right general area, but five of them were simply too far away for their myopic sensors to provide useful data. Daiyu desperately wished that one of the much more capable and modern Type 89 recon platforms was in the right position to take the unknowns under observation. The big, purpose designed Type 89 mounted some of the most capable radar and lidar systems in the Sphere, as well as powerful optics, an astounding array of passive sensors and a set of more esoteric theotech-derived sensors. On top of that, they were constructed of the most advanced stealth materials the People's Republic of China could manufacture, outfitted with coldgas thrusters and sported large entropy sinks. They were actually more capable than the sensor suites on some smaller and less capable warships, and extremely difficult to find, even in active mode, but as a result were expensive. No commander ever had enough of them to cover all areas of a star system, and despite the fact that she had a large number in inventory compared to most stations as a result of the need to keep track of what was left of the Mir Star Navy, there were still huge gaps in coverage.
Compounding the problem, as a result of their coldgas propulsion, they weren't exactly speedy. Deploying them from a starship mitigated that somewhat if the vessel had a chance to build velocity beforehand, assuming the ship wasn't FTL capable, but from a standing start, it could take weeks to reposition a Type 89 in response to unexpected circumstances. That was why they were usually placed in locations one could be reasonably certain would be of interest at some point, not in the middle of nowhere. Which, unfortunately, happened to be where that fleet had chosen to appear.
As a result, the information on the unknowns was distressingly low resolution; the exact count of individual units was somewhere between 60 and and 75, although it was entirely possible that that count was on the low side; more than one of the reported contacts were low confidence enough that they could have been two vessels that looked like a single target. That was bad enough; Daiyu had a grand total of 36 ships under her command, and 21 of them were little more than glorified police cutters, slightly upgunned to deal with Miran smugglers and armed merchant raiders. Against a proper warship of any sort, their single popgun particle cannon, flimsy shields and all but nonexistant armour meant that they were little more than metal coffins. Worse, nine of her 15 proper warships were destroyers and four of those were Kai Yang class ships, with a powerful energy armament and excellent defences, but intended more for stealth and picket work, with all the limitations that highly stealthy ships suffered. They were simply too slow to keep up with the rest of her fleet. Tse Yang happened to be in the right position to make herself immediately useful, but the other three Kai Yangs, while they could certainly make any rendezvous point via use of FTL, would be of limited use in a general engagement. Especially in light of the preposterously high acceleration the unknown ships were showing. That left her five Cheng Kung cruisers and a single Zhuxi class system control ship as her truly effective long range striking force, and five destroyers of assorted classes – none of which mounted leapmissiles - to screen them.
It was a paltry force in comparison to that of the intruders purely on the basis of numbers. Worse, those ships were impossibly fast; nothing short of a solid state postie drone could have matched them, everything she had access to was more or less immobile in comparison. Adding insult to injury was the massive ship that occupied the centre of the unidentified fleet. With such poor quality information, and at so long a distance, it was difficult to accurately judge sizes, but unless she was very much mistaken, that ship was in excess of a kilometer long. Bigger than the Chang Zheng. In comparison, Hu Jintao was just over three hundred meters from bow to stern. Unless the PLAN possessed a truly crushing technical edge – something that seemed unlikely, in light of the truly preposterous acceleration advantage of the other ships – there was simply no way they could stop the newcomers, should they prove to be hostile.
“What's the status of the evacuation?”
“The first shuttles are away, and all ground stations have been instructed to prepare to receive refugees. I, ah, took the liberty of alerting General Sheng as to the specifics of the situation, and he's begun deployment of his GTO assets around major urban centres and started dispersing his command infrastructure.”
“Very well done, Senior Leiutenant.”
“Thank you, Ma'am. I'm afraid I don't think there'll be time to get everybody off, but I've prioritised single parents and children. A number of private citizens have placed their personal craft at our disposal, and the 197th have made their assault shuttles available. Even so, we just don't have the lift capacity.”
“Not your fault, Lieutenant. I don't plan to fight from this station, in any case. Should the unknowns prove to be hostile, I intend to take Hu Jintao and the rest of the fleet to meet them as far away from Mir as possible. It's remotely possible that we can dissuade them. You'll remain in command here until Captain Minh arrives from the surface, should he do so. If I cannot stop them – and honesty compels me to admit that such an event is likely – then you're to surrender orbit. There's no way you can fight that,” she nodded to the display. “With what passes for the fortifications around this planet. General Sheng has enough GTO artillery to cover him, especially with all the crap in Mir's atmosphere, so there's no need to get yourself and everybody else on this station killed. Make sure Captain Minh knows that.”
“Of course, Ma'am. What about the MS teams?”
“There's empty hangar space on Hu Jintao. We'll transfer the suits to her and the Cheng Kungs, and swap out Type 225s if we run out of space. Standard protocol for equipment that might fall into enemy hands applies to anything still aboard if you have to surrender,” that meant 'make it unusable'.
“I'd better get on that, Ma'am. I don't think we've got a great deal of time.”
“You're a master of understatement, Lieutenant. Put me through to Commander Yang, then get on the transfer. Comms!”
“Ma'am!”
“Fleet orders. Make ready to get underway. Rendezvous with the flag in three-zero minutes at coordinates to follow. Message ends. Astro! Get me a least time course that puts us 300K klicks at maximum accel directly away from them.”
“Yes Ma'am.”
“Admiral, I've got Commander Yang for you.”
“Very good Lieutenant. Carry on with your duties.”
“At once Ma'am!”
Daiyu turned to her com screen and cleared her throat.
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Commander Yang Zhou regarded the space where Admiral Liao's com screen had vanished, and stroked his neatly trimmed moustache.
“It appears, ladies and gentlemen, that we will shortly be required to earn our princely salaries,” a chuckle filled the cramped CIC of Tse Yang. The Kai Yang class was a marvel of ship design; it was well armed and well protected for it's size, and represented a major advance in stealth technology for the PLAN, even if it was inferior to the front line active stealth technology deployed by PACT ships. That was combined with a capable sensor suite and an affordable price tag. Unfortunately, such things did not come without compromise, and in the case of the Kai Yangs, that compromise had been crew comfort. The destroyer scale vessels had crews more of a size with the tiny, obsolote frigates that smaller nations still maintained to inflate the size of their fleets, and they were supported in considerable discomfort. There were exactly half as many berths as crew members, the internal accessways were claustrophobically cramped and most compartments were so small and packed with equipment that crew almost had to climb over one another to reach their stations. The stealth ships attracted a very specific sort of sailor; those with the sort of extensive modifications that meant fatigue was of minor concern at best, with no problems with confined spaces and with incredibly steady nerves. A significant proportion were drawn from the submarines that the PLAN still deployed into the seas of Earth, although even they considered conditions austere.
Tse Yang was a pitch black needle of insidium one hundred and fifty meters long. Without her weapons deployed, her hull was unmarred by turrets or the other unstealthy protrusions that represented the essential tools of violence needed by any warship. The rear third of her hull bulged out abruptly in order to accommodate her engines and the outsized entropy sinks needed to reduce her infrared signature enough that she was, more or less, undetectable even in the vacuum of space. Under conditions of stealthy running, her internal compartments could become cold enough that frost would form on equipment and crewmen could suffer frostbite if not in their temperature controlled skinsuits. Even now, Yang's breath misted the air in front of him.
“Distance to target, Mr Cao?”
“40K klicks, sir.”
“Hm... go ahead and sound general quarters. Then get me a clear channel to that ship. Let's try talking to these people.”
As the GQ alarm began to howl, Yang picked up his helmet from the rack beside his crash couch and settled it onto his suit's neck ring. The seal clicked and there was a hiss as the suit pressurised, but he checked the telltales anyway; the indicator for his seals burned an unblinking green. A glance around the CIC showed that everybody else was fully kitted up, not surprising given that there had been ample forewarning that this moment would come.
“Sir, you're on, broadcasting in the clear,” announced Lieutenant Han from his position in the alcove that served as Tse Yang's communication section.
“Unidentified ship, you are intruding in space belonging to the People's Republic of China. Please state your intentions or withdraw immediately.”
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“Any idea what they said?”
“No sir. They're transmitting from somewhere close, though. If you can keep them talking, we might be able to get a fix on their position.” The turian frantically working at the sensor station didn't look up from his display, and Ship-Commander Asturius flicked his mandibles in irritation inside his helmet. Nobody had ever had to deal with starships that weren't blindingly obvious – indeed, such a thing should have been impossible – but the craft moving about the star system were incredibly hard to pin down. Judging from their crawling acceleration and the way they were scattering away from the newly christened 78th Frontier Fleet, most of them had to be civilians, but if they'd switched off their torch drives, they would have been more or less invisible.
He had no idea how it was done, but the humans had obviously capitalised on the capability to create truly stealthy spaceborn warships. Until the completely unexpected transmission arrived from nowhere, Limitati had had no idea another ship was within hundreds of thousands of kilometers of her. Quite how the humans had managed not only to hide a starship but also a starship sized drive torch was completely beyond him, but obviously they had found a way. Either that, or the fellow had just happened to be in exactly the right place at the right time.
Or, from his point of view, more likely the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Very well. Open a channel and transmit on the same frequency.” He waited until one of the com operators indicated he was transmitting. “Human vessel, I am Ship-Commander Asturias. I speak with the authority of the Turian Hierarchy and the Citadel Council. Your people have violated Council law and unlawfully attacked a Hierarchy patrol fleet performing their legitimate duty; disengage your stealth systems, power down any weapons and stand by to receive my boarding parties immediately, or we will fire into you.”
He had no real idea where the other ship was, certainly not enough to actually shoot and hit anything, but the humans didn't know that. Of course, they were vanishingly unlikely to even understand what he was saying, but he would have sounded ridiculous speaking nonsense into the pickup, and it was useful to have some sort of proof that he had at least tried talking before any shooting started.
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“That was unhelpful. Anybody recognise the language?”
“No sir. I can't imagine trying to wrap my lips around some of those sounds.”
“Unknown language, completely unidentified ships of unfamiliar design that have physically impossible accelerations, appearing from a nonexistant jumpzone... I like this less and less as time goes on. Go ahead and clear for action, Mr Cao, but no targeting them yet. Mr Han, transmit the standard warn off signal on continuous loop, and, ah, send our friends the prepackaged first contact greeting.”
“Sir?”
“I'm aware that I might be about to get egg on my face, but none of the other Great Powers are responsible for this, and I have my doubts as to whether any Rim world could build something larger than the Chang Zheng. That doesn't leave any other options; they don't look like Velan drones to me!”
“Ah... they'll be able to work out where we are if we do that, sir.”
“I'm aware of that, Mr Han. I'm not going to fire into them and maybe start an interstellar war without provocation, though. Transmit the package.”
“Aye sir, transmitting now.”
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“They're transmitting again. Two signals... I can't make sense of either of them, but one's a voice transmission and the other is some sort of repeating pattern. It could be a first contact package.”
“Unfortunately for them, they've already made their intentions perfectly clear through their actions at Relay 314. They must consider us criminally stupid if they think trying to talk now is going to do them any good. Have you located them?”
“Um... possibly, sir. We've got them localised to...”
“Found them!”
Asturias whipped his head around as the tactical rating yelled.
“Can you target them?”
“Yes sir! I don't know what they did, but I'm getting a radar contact. Not much of one, but we can lock it up.”
“Well then, open fire!”
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There was very little warning. The ship that was the target of Tse Yang's transmissions flipped about, aligning it's longest axis with the Chinese vessel. Nobody in her CIC had enough time to realise what such an abrupt course chance probably meant; Limitati's railcannons spoke three times in ten seconds. Two volleys passed within ten kilometers of the destroyer, close misses in a space combat environment. The third raked the Chinese ship along it's dorsal surface; without active flash shields, the heavy ferrous slugs smashed into the human vessel's armoured hull like white hot awls. Atmosphere belched out into space, carrying debris and crewmen with it, and alarms wailed briefly before vacuum silenced them.
“Return fire!” Snapped Yang.
It took a handful of seconds for Tse Yang's four particle cannon turrets to train on the other ship, during which time it pumped another two salvos of kinetics into her. They weren't powerful enough to kill her outright, however, and she was built to take punishment; more atmosphere erupted from hull breaches, but she shrugged the blows aside contemptuously. Her would be murderer never had a chance to complete a sixth volley; six 40mm particle cannons erupted into rapid pulsed fire. Actinic fury hammered into Limitati like the fist of an angry god, passing through her kinetic barriers as if they didn't exist and craving deep into her hull. Armour flashed into vapour, vainly attempting to carry the storm of energy away from the frigate with it, and then failed completely. The turian ship tumbled away from Tse Yang, its forward sections reduced to glowing ruin and its drive flickering.
Trailing streams of fiery atmosphere, Tse Yang vanished in an an eye twisting flash of light.