Книга: Search for the Lost

The Originator Wars:

Search for the Lost

A Lost Fleet Novel

(The Originator Wars, Book 2)

Raymond L. Weil

USA Today Best Selling Author

Books in The Originator Wars Series

The Originator Wars: Universe in Danger (Book 1)

The Originator Wars: Search for the Lost (Book 2)

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without permission in writing from the author.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

The Originator Wars:

Search for the Lost

A Lost Fleet Novel

Chapter One

The battle was fierce and Grayseth grunted as the Warrior’s Pride shook violently. The Eternals were projecting an energy field that was preventing the fleet from escaping into hyperspace. The fleet had fallen into a trap and was under heavy attack by the Eternal warfleet that had been hiding behind a stealth field. Over two hundred of the deadly four-kilometer-long ships were attacking the Originator fleet. Fleet Admiral Strong had ordered the fleet to deploy its defense globes in an attempt to hold off the enemy battlecruisers.

“We’ve lost the dreadnoughts Excalibur and Princeton,” reported Makeb as the reports came in at Communications.

On one of the viewscreens, two fields of glowing debris marked the locations where the ships had been destroyed.

“How soon before we can jump?” Grayseth was fearful if they didn’t jump soon the entire fleet might be lost. The Eternals were like no enemy they had faced before. They were projecting some type of field, which was preventing the fleet from jumping into hyperspace.

“Ariel says Aaliss and Talmorr are working on disrupting the energy field but it’s going to be another few minutes,” Makeb replied.

“The hunt will continue,’ roared Grayseth as the battleship fired its ion cannon at a nearby Eternal warship, freezing the ship’s shield so it couldn’t modulate thus making the vessel more vulnerable to weapons fire.

“Firing gravitonic cannons,” reported Lasall from Tactical as he pressed several icons on his computer screen.

On the main viewscreen, the twin beams struck the Eternal warship, penetrating its energy shield and gouging out two massive holes in the hull of the vessel. However, the ship was four kilometers in length and it shrugged off the damage, turning its full fury upon the Warrior’s Pride.

“We’re starting to take a lot of damage,” warned Ganlon, the ship’s second in command. “Our energy shield can only withstand those beams for a short time. I’ve never seen beams of that type with that kind of power.”

“What of the Avenger?” demanded Grayseth as the Warrior’s Pride seemed to keel over and the sound of tearing metal could be heard in the Command Center. Several consoles exploded, sending showers of sparks across the room.

“Energy beam penetrated the screen,” reported the damage control officer. “We have a number of compartments open to space. Repair robots are enroute.” The ship had a far smaller crew than normal and was reliant on the small and versatile robots for many duties a Carethian would normally carry out.

“The Avenger’s been hit multiple times but is still fighting,” Ganlon replied as he held on to a console to stop from being knocked to the floor. The Warrior’s Pride was still being pounded by the approaching Eternal vessel.

“Firing particle beam cannons and a Devastator Three missile,” Lasall said as he pressed a number of different icons on his computer screen.

On the ship’s main viewscreen, a pair of particle beams leaped from the bow of the Warrior’s Pride and smashed through the energy screen of the Eternal vessel, carving out huge rents in the hull of the enemy ship. Moments later a Devastator Three missile arrived and the one-hundred-megaton warhead annihilated the bow of the Eternal vessel, destroying nearly one-third of the ship.

Grayseth felt relief as the Eternal warship turned and retreated from the battle. However, on the main tactical display too many ships of the fleet were being destroyed. The hunt was not going well.

“More enemy ships are dropping out of hyperspace,” warned Shantor from his sensor console. “Over three hundred.”

“If we can’t jump out shortly the hunt will end for all of us,” said Ganlon, his large eyes focused worriedly on Grayseth. “The enemy have us far outnumbered and their weapons are too powerful.”

The ship shook more violently and then suddenly seemed to be shoved to one side as if hit by a giant hammer. The lights brightened, then died, finally coming back on as the emergency lighting activated.

“What happened?” demanded Grayseth, his eyes showing concern for his ship and crew.

Ganlon checked his console and then turned toward Grayseth shaking his head. “Engineering took a direct hit from an energy beam and an antimatter missile struck us. Hyperdrive has been destroyed, but the gravity drive is still partially operational. We’re shunting all power to the energy shield.”

“Weapons are nonfunctional,” reported Lasall as the power for the weapons was diverted to the ship’s shield. “We are no longer in the hunt.”

“We have numerous decks open to space. There is a hole in the hull over two hundred meters in length and penetrating down through twenty decks. Emergency bulkheads have been activated throughout the ship,” Ganlon informed Grayseth as he listened to incoming damage reports. “We have fires burning in a number of compartments. Fire suppression is down due to a lack of power.” Ganlon took a deep breath. “We’re losing the ship.”

“Fleet Admiral Strong is ordering us to abandon the Warrior’s Pride,” reported Makeb.

Suddenly on the viewscreen, bright explosions began going off in the Eternal fleet formation, destroying a number of vessels.

“What are those?” asked Grayseth mystified by the explosions.

“Admiral Strong detonated the remaining defense globes. They took out forty-seven Eternal ships,” reported Shantor. Shantor gazed at his console and then his face seemed to pale. “There’s an Eternal warship on a collision course with the Avenger!”

“Activate our gravity drive, aim us at that ship!” roared Grayseth, his eyes showing fury at the Eternals. “I will not allow our clan brother to die. He is needed to lead this war.”

“Gravity drive activated,” reported Ganlon calmly. “To the hunt!”

“To the hunt,” replied Grayseth as the massive Eternal vessel grew on the single still operating viewscreen. “It has been an honor my clan brothers.” Grayseth knew his death was upon him.

“An honor,” several replied. They stood ready to sacrifice their lives for their clan and their clan brother.

Grayseth felt the ship shake again and again as it was struck by Eternal energy beams, but the Warrior’s Pride was committed and there was nothing the Eternals could do to turn her away. All of her remaining power was being funneled to the energy screen and the sputtering gravity drive. On the damage control console, light after light was turning red. Grayseth knew the ship was beginning to come apart around them. All it needed to do was hold together for another few seconds and it would be over.

Grayseth activated the ship-to-ship communicator so he could say farewell to his clan brother.

“The glory of the hunt is now yours,” Grayseth said solemnly to Jeremy. “Tell my clan and my people we died in the hunt and for the glory of all Carethians.”

“Grayseth, get off that ship!” Jeremy cried out.

“No, my friend. My life is ending. It is the way of the hunt. Goodbye, my clan brother.”

Grayseth closed his eyes as the Warrior’s Pride slammed into the Eternal vessel. His last thoughts were of Marille, his chosen mate. He wished he could have told her goodbye.

In a tumultuous explosion the two ships collided, vanishing in a fiery blast and sending flaming debris in all directions. A large piece of glowing debris was sent flying away from the conflagration, a jagged piece of wreckage nearly sixty meters in diameter. After a few moments the space around the object seemed to shimmer and then the object faded away from view.

On board the Avenger, Fleet Admiral Jeremy Strong stared in disbelief at the viewscreen. He had just watched the Warrior’s Pride explode as it rammed the Eternal vessel. The Avenger shook violently from the nearness of the explosion. Several pieces of wreckage slammed into the energy shield.

“Hyperdrive online,” shouted Aaliss as she sent a mental message to the ship’s main computer.

“Ships are jumping,” reported Ariel as she sent the program to all the surviving ships in the fleet.

In front of the Avenger, a blue-white vortex opened and Ariel sent the dreadnought flying forward on its gravity drive. Just as the ship entered the vortex, Ariel fired all the ship’s dark matter missiles to the locations where Originator dreadnoughts had died, setting them to explode to remove all traces of wreckage.

Jeremy sat in his command chair too shocked to even speak. One of his oldest friends had just died sacrificing his life so Jeremy and the Avenger might live. It was hard for Jeremy to imagine existence without Grayseth. The Bear’s booming voice had become a vital part of Jeremy’s life.

The Avenger made the transition into hyperspace. The command crew was silent as they recognized what had been lost. Unlike Rear Admiral Barnes, who had come back from the dead, they all knew Grayseth would not be returning from this.

Grayseth’s eyes fluttered open. He was lying on the deck in his Command Center. Smoke was heavy in the air and the life support systems seemed to be nonfunctional. Coughing heavily he stood up and nearly fell. His right leg had a jagged cut and was bleeding profusely.

“Sit down,” ordered Ganlon as he rushed over with a first aid kit and began administering to the wound. “I’ll have you patched up in a few moments.”

“What happened?” asked Grayseth, feeling confused. “Why aren’t we dead?”

“The Command Center and a small part of the ship around it apparently survived the collision,” Ganlon answered as he wrapped a bandage around Grayseth’s leg. “The area around the Command Center is enclosed in a thick layer of Originator battle armor and even has an emergency energy shield.”

“The rest of the fleet and the Avenger?”

“Unknown,” replied Ganlon as he finished applying the bandage. “We only have a limited amount of power and most of the ship’s systems are nonfunctional. I never lost consciousness. From what I can determine, the stealth shield operated for nearly a minute and then it switched to the more powerful energy shield. We were struck by some type of blast and I greatly feared we were going to be destroyed. It was almost as bad as the collision with the Eternal vessel. When the blast died down I made my way over to you.”

“The rest of the crew?”

“Some are still alive. I’m not sure how many.”

Grayseth stood up and hobbled over to his command chair, sitting down. “Let’s see if we can get life support operating. We need to clear the smoke out of this room. We also need to find out how much of the ship survived and how many of us are still alive.”

“There is a small emergency generator in this section,” Antolth reported. Antolth was an assistant engineer assigned to the Command Center. “It should have activated automatically. Right now, we’re running off battery power and from the amount of energy the energy shield has been using it’s not going to last much longer. I’ve sent several repair robots to check on the generator.”

Grayseth looked around the Command Center. Most of the crew were back at their stations though a few were still receiving medical attention from a med tech.

The Command Center hatch swung open and a Carethian came through. His arm was in a sling and if this was a Human ship, the Carethian would be considered a Marine. He looked around the room and then turned his attention to Grayseth.

“We’re in a section of the ship approximately sixty meters across,” he reported, coming to a stop in front of the clan leader. “From what I can determine we have twenty-eight survivors and that’s including everyone in here. The section we’re in seems to be airtight and every emergency bulkhead is closed.”

The lights suddenly flickered and brightened. At the same time the life support systems kicked in and the smoke in the Command Center began to clear.

Grayseth felt jolted. There had been over five hundred Carethians on board the Warrior’s Pride as it was the flagship of the Carethian fleet. He felt a great loss for those who had died.

“They have gone on the Great Hunt,” said Ganlon softly. “They served their clan bravely and with honor.”

“With honor,” responded Grayseth. Many of those who died had been part of his crew for years, since fighting the Hocklyns above Careth.

“Shantor, where are we?”

“I have the sensors operating in passive mode so we won’t be picked up by the Eternals. Our fleet is gone and from all appearances dark matter missiles were used to eliminate all traces of our destroyed ships. The Eternals are still here and they’re searching the debris field, though from my sensor readings there’s not much there, only small pieces of twisted wreckage and some fields of plasma.”

“Why weren’t we destroyed by the dark matter explosion? The vessel we collided with and the Warrior’s Pride should have been targeted.” Grayseth knew Jeremy wanted all evidence of his ships eliminated so the Eternals could not gather any useful information.

“I’m certain we were,” Shantor answered. “When we collided with the Eternal vessel the resulting explosion hurled the Command Center away from the scene of the collision at a high speed. The computer would have activated the stealth field almost instantly. I’m sure when it detected the dark matter explosion it activated our regular energy shield. We were very fortunate to survive the explosion. When the wavefront hit, it propelled us even further away from the combat area. Right now we’re over two million kilometers away and falling inward toward the system’s sun.”

“That’s not good,” said Ganlon with concern, his eyes narrowing. “How soon before we reach the star?”

“Several weeks,” Shantor answered evenly. “If the Eternals don’t find us first.”

Grayseth called up a schematic of the Command Center and the area immediately surrounding it. “There’s an arms locker two decks above us. Hawthorn, take two crewmembers and see if you can reach it. It should contain some low yield tactical nuclear charges. I want them set to destroy this section of the Warrior’s Pride if the Eternals find us. I will not allow what is left of our ship to fall into their hands.”

Hawthorn nodded and left the Command Center.

Grayseth turned toward Ganlon. “We have two weeks to figure out what to do. Isn’t there a habitable planet in this system?” Grayseth seemed to remember that from when they first arrived in the system before setting out for the star cluster.

Ganlon nodded. “Marginally. We could survive on the surface but we would need to use breathing masks. We only did a cursory survey when we first arrived in the system. The planet is similar to how Careth was hundreds of millions of years ago.”

Grayseth looked over at Belmar, the damage control officer. “Are there escape pods in this section?” Grayseth couldn’t imagine with all the effort put into making sure the Command Center survived there wasn’t some way to leave it.

“Yes,” Belmar replied. “I’ve been checking. There are eight surviving escape pods each capable of holding four crewmembers. There is also a small command cutter that can hold eight.”

“Get the surviving crew busy loading them up with all the supplies we can find. I also want all the weapons from the arms locker loaded as well.”

“So we’re going to try for the planet?” asked Ganlon. “It will be highly dangerous on its surface. The fauna on the planet will make survival nearly impossible.”

“Yes,” Grayseth replied. “Once Fleet Admiral Strong realizes the Command Center of the Warrior’s Pride survived, he will return to rescue us. We can hide on the planet and signal him when he returns. Our hunt is going to be much longer than we originally thought. We’ll have modern weapons and our hunting skills which should allow us to survive.”

“That might be a long while,” pointed out Ganlon. “Our fleet was nearly destroyed by the Eternals. Fleet Admiral Strong will need to bring a much larger fleet if and when he returns. The losses to rescue us may not be worth the attempt.”

“He is my clan brother,” Grayseth replied confidently. “When he realizes we survived, there is nothing the Eternals can do which will stop him from coming. We only have to make sure we survive until that day.”

Ganlon nodded. “Our mates and cubs will be greatly concerned when we do not return.”

“It is the way of the hunt,” answered Grayseth. “There is always the risk those who go off will not return. Our mates and cubs will be taken care of by the clans. That is our tradition.”

Days passed as the wreckage containing the Command Center continued to be drawn inward toward the system’s sun. Calculations indicated they would pass within six million kilometers of the planet they had set as their destination.

“Can the escape pods reach the planet from that distance?” asked Grayseth.

“Barely,” replied Belmar. “I would recommend three crewmembers to each escape pod and everyone else in the command cutter.”

Grayseth had checked out the small ship. It was barely sixteen meters long and five in diameter. He had never even known it was in the Warrior’s Pride, particularly so close to the Command Center. It was lightly armed with two twin energy beam turrets. It and the escape pods had been designed never to be used unless the ship suffered catastrophic damage. Parts of the ship had actually been built around them with no way for them to exit unless the surrounding compartments had been annihilated. It would still take some strategically placed explosive charges to free the pods and the cutter so they could exit the wreckage and reach open space.

“If we get separated on landing we can use the cutter to gather everyone,” Ganlon said as he and Grayseth discussed their pending arrival on the planet. “We’ve moved all the weapons from the arms locker as well as the emergency supplies stored there.”

Grayseth looked over at Shantor. “Are there any Eternal ships currently in the system?”

Shantor shook his head. “None I can detect. Of course if they’re using their stealth fields we wouldn’t know.”

“The last ship we could detect jumped out three days ago,” added Ganlon. “It will be two more days before we’re at the optimal distance from the planet to launch the pods and the cutter.”

“Let’s just hope there are no Eternal ships in the system hiding behind a stealth field and no new ships come to the system.” Grayseth took a deep breath. The last six days had been difficult as the surviving crew came to grips with their situation. Being Carethians, they all knew the dangers of the hunt. However, none had been expecting to be stranded in a faraway galaxy so far away from home.

The two days passed quickly and they were only a few hours from launching the pods and the cutter when the alarms on the sensor console began sounding.

“Eternal battlecruiser detected,” reported Shantor in alarm. “It will pass within several million kilometers of our position. Our stealth shield is activated.”

“What’s it doing?” Grayseth couldn’t believe their luck. If their launch of the pods and the cutter were delayed, some of the pods might not be able to reach the planet.

“It’s going into orbit around the planet,” Ganlon answered as he stood behind Shantor watching the sensor scans. “It seems to be scanning the surface.”

“Looking for survivors from the battle,” Grayseth said with concern in his voice. “They must have realized that if any of the crews of our ships survived they would make for the only habitable planet in the system.”

Ganlon nodded his agreement. “Let’s hope this doesn’t take long.”

The four-kilometer-long battlecruiser of the Eternals went into orbit above the second planet in the system. Its scanners began searching the surface for anomalies indicative of escape pods or other small craft, which might have escaped from the ships the Eternal fleet had destroyed in the battle.

The ship’s commanding officer stood in the Command Center as the data from the scans came in. He seriously doubted if any of the lifeforms from the destroyed ships could have survived to reach the planet. After two orbits, his belief was confirmed.

“Scans are negative,” reported the Eternal at the sensor console in a cold and almost unemotional voice.

The commander nodded. This was as expected. “Take us back to the Stralon Star Cluster. We have escort duty to perform. A large convoy is scheduled to leave for our shipyards shortly. It contains many of the rare metals we need to build our battlecruisers.” The Eternals had established several large shipbuilding facilities in the Median Galaxy. The empire of the Eternals was steadily growing as more galaxies were brought into the fold. As a result, more and newer ships were needed.

Moments later the Eternal battlecruiser made the transition into hyperspace, vanishing from the system.

“They’re gone,” reported a relieved Shantor. “They’ve made the jump into hyperspace.”

Over four hours had passed and Grayseth knew they still dared not launch the pods or the cutter. There was a slim chance the Eternals, even though they were in hyperspace, might detect the launches. “We will wait thirty minutes and then launch the pods. The cutter will launch last in case any of the pods encounter trouble.” The cutter had a small tractor beam, which could be used to rescue a pod if necessary.

“That will be cutting it close,” Ganlon said, his eyes shifting to Grayseth. “We could lose a pod or two.”

“I know, but if we launch sooner and the Eternals detect it, we all die.” Grayseth leaned back, folding his powerful arms across his chest.

The thirty minutes passed and the small escape pods began launching from the remains of the Warrior’s Pride. A number of small explosions cleared away debris, opening up narrow tunnels. Each escape pod had a small gravity drive, which would allow it to reach the planet if the power held out. The cutter, however, was different and contained a small fusion power plant, which provided nearly unlimited power.

Grayseth was sitting in the small cockpit of the cutter behind Ganlon and the pilot, Farsalk.

“Setting off explosive charges,” said Farsalk as he touched several icons on the small control screen in front of him.

Almost instantly, the cutter shook as the explosions blew away wreckage, clearing a path for the cutter to exit.

“Are the demolition charges set?” asked Grayseth, looking back at Hawthorn.

“Yes,” the Carethian Marine replied. “I personally set four of them. If the ship’s sensors detect any craft approaching within one thousand meters of the wreckage the ship’s computer will send the order to detonate them.”

“Hopefully that will not happen and the wreckage will continue on and fall into the system’s sun.”

Ganlon looked at Grayseth. “It will take us six hours to reach the planet. We could get there much faster but the escape pods are limited by their small gravity drives and the power they have available.”

“Let’s just hope no Eternal ships make an appearance before we reach the planet. For us, the hunt is over. At least for now.” Grayseth gazed out the viewport at the stars and the distant planet up ahead. Once they reached the planet, they would have to find a place to hide in case the Eternals returned and scanned the planet again. Inside the cutter and the escape pods were enough weapons to fight a small war. Grayseth just hoped it didn’t come to that.

As planned, the escape pods reached the planet first. Several ran out of power and had to make uncontrolled landings. Grayseth used the cutter to rescue those crewmembers and bring all of them to a central location. The planet was heavily forested with the type of forests that might have existed in primordial times. The trees towered hundreds of meters up into the air and the ground was covered in thick, nearly impassable undergrowth. Large animals roamed the planet, which could easily kill an unarmed Carethian.

After some searching Farsalk found a cave the cutter could fit into and landed the small ship just inside.

Grayseth stepped outside the cutter and immediately began coughing. Ganlon handed him a breathing mask, which the clan leader hastily put on. After taking a few deep breaths Grayseth began looking around at his surroundings. The cave seemed to extend far into the small mountain. This would serve as an excellent place of concealment until Jeremy arrived.

“We need to find a part of this cave we can seal off and make the air more breathable. We also need to gather up all the escape pods and bring them inside. We need to get them as far underground as possible so the Eternals can’t detect them.”

“It will take a lot of work but it can be done,” Ganlon said.

“I’ll take two crewmembers with me and begin exploring the cave,” Hawthorn volunteered. He was carrying a large energy rifle slung over his shoulder.

“Do so,” ordered Grayseth. “Farsalk can take the cutter and bring the rest of the crew here where they will be safe.” He wanted them spending as little time as possible out in the open. Many of the animals here were larger than the cutter.

Moments later the cutter left to begin shuttling the surviving crewmembers to their new home.

Grayseth and Ganlon walked to the cave entrance that overlooked a large valley with a river flowing down the center. They could barely see the water through the heavy foliage of the forest. In the distance, they could hear the roar of animals.

“This is a dangerous planet,” Ganlon said through his breathing mask. “From what I could see as we flew over the surface most of the animals on this planet could easily kill us. It will not be easy to survive here.”

“We will have to hunt for food,” Grayseth said. “We will have to learn how to trap and kill some of those animals.”

While they had emergency rations, they would need to be supplemented with meat and other foods that should be available on the planet. It would mean sending out heavily armed foraging parties. All Carethians were trained in the hunt. However, it had been generations since they had lived in such a primitive environment as they now faced.

“It will be like the hunts of our distant ancestors,” said Ganlon slowly. “However, even back then they didn’t have to face animals like this planet has.”

“We have to survive,” Grayseth replied evenly. “Our clan brother will come and when he does we must be ready. We must learn to survive on this world.” Grayseth turned to go back deeper into the cave. They had much work to do if they wanted to continue to exist. He just hoped they were all still alive when Jeremy came looking for them.

Chapter Two

Fleet Admiral Jeremy Strong was in his office at the Tower in the Originator Dyson Sphere where the Federation races had settled. It had been just over seven weeks since the battle in Galaxy X-938 and he was anxious to get several new missions finalized. Much had happened in the intervening weeks. New ships were being turned out in record numbers and all the Originator Dyson Spheres were preparing for war. He was ready to go rescue Grayseth, but before he did there were several other missions he needed to approve.

“Your mission is a go to search for the lost Originators,” said Jeremy, looking across his desk at Rear Admiral Kathryn Barnes and Commander Zafron. “From what Jankel has told us we know they went to the star cluster the Ornellian evacuation fleet was heading for.”

“I still can’t believe we were almost there when we rescued the Ornellian fleet. It’s a small globular star cluster forty-seven light years across with over twelve thousand stars,” said Kathryn. “It may take awhile to search it. One of the reasons the Ornellians chose this particular star cluster is because of its distance and the fact it contains a large number of stars capable of supporting habitable planets.”

“You will have the Distant Horizon, the Dominator, the other ten exploration dreadnoughts, and a fleet of two hundred Originator battlecruisers under the command of Admiral Vincent Pence. I’m also sending four Originator construction ships capable of building an Accelerator Ring.” Admiral Pence had just returned from eliminating the Simulin fleet presence in one of the galaxies they controlled. Soon the only Simulin fleet presence would be in their home galaxy and one other. “Even though Admiral Pence has higher rank, you will be in command of the mission.”

“I wish we could have left sooner,” Kathryn said, her eyes focusing on Jeremy. Originally they were supposed to have departed four weeks back.

“So do I, but we wanted to get all the Originators from the Seeker awoken and questioned about the lost Originators. There was some hope one of them might know exactly where they went and how many of them there are.”

“I just hope they’re not buried underground like the Seeker was,” said Kathryn with a frown. “It will make the search much harder.”

“I don’t think they will be,” Commander Zafron said. Zafron was an Originator and the commanding officer of the Dominator. “If this is a large group, we will be seeking a city or possibly a large space habitat.”

Kathryn nodded. “I hope so. At least we know what metals and alloys to search for. With the exploration dreadnoughts and the Dominator, we can scan the entire cluster very quickly. However, a more detailed scan of each system will take longer.”

“How is Kazak?” asked Jeremy. They had all been dumbfounded to learn Kazak had participated in sending information to the Seeker on the progress of the research on the Dominator and the ship’s destinations.

“Fine,” replied Zafron. “He has access to all of his memories now and feels quite chagrined at what he did. He has no love for the Defenders of Zorn.”

“That’s good. He will be useful in the search.” Jeremy turned toward Rear Admiral Barnes. “You have no deadline. Take as long as necessary. If the lost Originators are in that star cluster, they have to be found.”

Jeremy knew Bartoll was anxious to find the lost Originators. Since they were now in a state of war with the Eternals, it was essential they find more of his people to assist in the war effort so they could make use of the full potential of Originator science and technology. “How soon can you be ready to leave?”

“We have a few more arrangements to make, but we can be ready to depart within twenty-four hours,” replied Kathryn.

“Make it so,” said Jeremy. Finding the lost Originators was key in their looming war with the Eternals. “I wish you luck on your mission.”

Kathryn looked at Jeremy and then asked the question in the back of her mind. “When are you leaving to search for Grayseth?”

Jeremy leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. His eyes took on a haunted look. “It’s been months since the battle in the Median Galaxy. I don’t know if it’s even possible for Grayseth to have survived this long.”

“It’s Grayseth,” Kathryn said. “If anyone could find a way to survive, it would be him.”

Jeremy nodded. He had told himself the same thing ever since he found out his large Bear friend might have survived. “The new Avenger was completed last week and we have a task group of heavy dreadnoughts which have been covered with the new polymer. We hope it will allow us to sneak past the two hyperspace detection lines guarding the Median galaxy. We’re also taking a fleet of Originator battlecruisers, which have been covered with the same polymer. If we’re detected or the Eternals find us in the system, we may have to fight. We’re hoping we can get in and out without the Eternals ever knowing we were there. If all goes according to plan we will be leaving shortly after you do.”

“I hope you find Grayseth; it hasn’t been quite the same without him around.”

Jeremy laughed. “No, it hasn’t.” It was difficult to sit in a meeting and not hear his Bear friend’s loud, boisterous voice.

Shortly thereafter the meeting ended with Rear Admiral Barns and Commander Zafron heading to their ships. Kathryn had mentioned seeing her father before she left as well as Admiral Kalen.

Jeremy stood up and walked over to the large open window, which looked out over the city the Originators had built for their Human friends. The city was large and impressive with over four million Humans occupying it. It was full of tall towers with ribbon-like walkways connecting them. It was like no other city ever built. It was unique and contained everything the Human race could ever want. The only problem was the Eternals, the Originators who had used mechanical nanites to change their body structure in their search for immortality. They had broken free from the galaxy that had imprisoned them for several million years and were now running amuck across the universe conquering galaxy after galaxy.

“I just came from the Avenger and her shakedown cruise was a success,” a young woman’s voice spoke from behind him.

“Ariel,” replied Jeremy, turning around to see the beautiful dark haired woman. Ariel was an AI and now possessed a functioning AI body. However, she still used holograms to project her image wherever she felt it was needed. “How does the crew feel about this mission?” Jeremy knew they were taking a big risk returning to the Median Galaxy. After the battle with the Eternals in Galaxy X-938, they would be more vigilant and determined to keep Originator vessels out of the galaxies they controlled.

“They’re ready,” answered Ariel, her dark eyes watching Jeremy. “They all want to see Grayseth rescued.”

Jeremy nodded and became silent. He greatly feared too much time had passed. The world Grayseth would have gone to was only marginally habitable and in many ways resembled what Earth had been like back when dinosaurs roamed the planet. It would be a day-to-day struggle just to survive.

Ariel paused, closing her eyes briefly and then opened them. “Major Wilde and General Wesley are here.”

“Tell them to come in.” Major Wilde would be playing a major role in Grayseth’s rescue.

The door opened and the two came inside. Taking a deep breath, Jeremy turned away from the window and sat down behind his desk. “We launch in forty-eight hours. Major Wilde, are your Marines ready?” Major Wilde and her Marines would be the ones actually going down to the planet to rescue Grayseth.

“We’re ready,” the major replied. She had just returned a few days back from driving the Simulins out of another Dyson Sphere. That left only three the Simulins still had a presence on, and two of them were going to be a hard nut to crack.

“We’re sending two hundred Marines,” said General Wesley. “They’re the best we’ve got.”

“Plus sixty combat robots,” added Major Wilde. “The robots have been working out great in taking out the Conqueror Drones in the Dyson Spheres. They’ve recently been modified with better armor and more powerful weapons. All the Marines and robots we’re taking have substantial combat experience.”

Jeremy nodded. He hoped that was enough. “Have you studied the planet your people will be landing on?” Jeremy had looked at the data and had been horrified when he realized the type of planet Grayseth was on.

“T-Rexes,” answered Major Wilde, her eyes narrowing. “The wildlife on the planet is formidable but we’re taking the weapons to deal with it. The energy cannons the combat robots are equipped with will be well suited for this type of environment. The assault shuttles also have a twin energy turret, which can take out any of the wildlife on the planet. If Grayseth’s down there, we’ll find him!”

Jeremy took a moment to study the major. Brenda Wilde was a young woman who had shown amazing command ability. She had been with Reesa Jast on all of her adventures on the Dyson Sphere in the Milky Way Galaxy as well as the first meeting with the Originator AIs. In recent months she had been busy clearing some of the Dyson Spheres from the Simulins and their Conqueror Drones. He had specifically chosen her for this mission due to her combat experience.

“The search will be difficult,” said General Wesley with a deep frown. Wesley was in charge of the 40,000 Marines based just outside the city at the huge military base the general had set up. “You’re talking about trees taller than some of the buildings in this city. The undergrowth will be nearly impassable. There’s also a good chance Grayseth has hidden all of the escape pods and the command cutter so the Eternals will not be able to detect them. That’s going to cause us problems as well.”

“All the escape pods have short-range communication devices on them,” Jeremy said. “The command cutter has a long-range one. I’m hoping once we reach the system we’ll be able to contact Grayseth and the survivors from the Warrior’s Pride.”

“I understand Admiral Calmat will be going with your fleet as well.”

“Yes, General. He feels honor bound to rescue Grayseth as do I.” Jeremy had tried to talk Calmat out of it but the admiral stubbornly refused to be swayed.

General Wesley shook his head. “This honor system of the Carethians is a very big part of their culture. However, at times it causes them to take unnecessary risks. You’re not going to do the same, are you?”

“I will do what I must,” Jeremy responded.

It was difficult to explain the Bears’ honor system and their attitude toward the hunt. It was something they were taught and raised by as soon as they could walk. It had taken Jeremy years to fully understand and grasp its meaning. The Bears had embraced him as a clan brother and Jeremy intended to live up to his obligations.

“It may be difficult to search that world, but I’ve had my Marines training in several of the habitats inside one of the Dyson Spheres which has a similar ecosystem, including dinosaurs,” Major Wilde said. “Of course we were using stunners as the Originators didn’t want us to kill any of the large beasts.”

Jeremy saw instantly how this could be useful. It didn’t surprise him there were habitats inside some of the Dyson Spheres that would have such animals. The Originators in the past had been collectors of life, all sorts of life. Someday, when he had the time, he would like to explore the Dyson Spheres and all the wonders they held.

The three spent several hours going over the mission and what would be required of Major Wilde’s Marines once they landed on the planet. Once all three were satisfied the Marines were as prepared as they could be, the meeting ended.

An hour later Jeremy stepped into the large Communications Center in one of the lower levels of the Tower and made his way over to Angela. She was one of the Special Five and had been with Jeremy since the days of the Fleet Academy on Earth’s moon. She was also now second in command of the Communications Center.

“Hello, Angela.”

Angela turned around with a large smile spreading across her face. “Jeremy! Have you heard back from Kelsey or Katie?” Both the women had gone to get pregnancy tests. Angela was hoping Clair would soon have some little friends to play with.

Jeremy shook his head, looking a little frustrated. “No, I don’t know why these checkups take so long.”

Angela laughed. “You’re just nervous about becoming a father. Brace was the same way.”

Jeremy hesitated as he looked around the busy room. Originator AIs, Humans, Altons, and Carethians were sitting in front of many of the consoles. There were even a few Originators present since it was their technology being used to monitor all two hundred and eleven Dyson Spheres plus the Communications and Transport Hub. “I’m still uncertain if this was a wise move on our part. This coming war with the Eternals could unravel everything we’ve built here.”

Angela’s face took on a look of seriousness. “There’s never a good time for a baby, particularly where your career is involved. I’m just happy I could come to work here. Also, keep in mind Kelsey, Katie, and others are going to be involved in designing a new exploration cruiser, one families can go aboard. I do miss being on the Avenger. It was a big part of my life. When Clair came along all of that changed, but I’ve never regretted it and you won’t either. By the time the babies come Kelsey and Katie will probably have their new ship completely designed if not built.”

“Yes, the new exploration cruiser.” Kelsey and even Andram had discussed it with him. Their vision of the new vessel was far beyond anything Jeremy had imagined. They had even enlisted the aid of a few of the Originator AIs and Bartoll had promised Originator help in the development of the vessel. When it was finished it would be the largest and most powerful vessel the Originators had ever built, even larger than the Dominator, which was five thousand meters in length. “It’s still several years away from being a reality. It will take longer to build than they think.”

“Perhaps,” replied Angela doubtfully. “You know when Kelsey and Katie want something done quickly they always manage to find a way. They’ve already asked me to design the ship’s communication systems. Designing and building this new ship is going to be a lot of fun and perhaps someday we can all go on an exploration mission together. The Originators control over six hundred galaxies and I want to see and explore every one of them.”

Ariel and Clarissa both suddenly appeared next to Jeremy. Both of the friendly AIs had big smiles on their faces.

“Kelsey is in your office with news,” said Ariel, her dark eyes alight with excitement.

“I think you’re going to be a father,” Angela said grinning. “Now go; don’t keep Kelsey waiting. I’m sure she’s all excited about sharing the news with you.”

As Jeremy hurried from the Communications Center, Angela looked over at the two beaming AIs. “I suppose the two of you already have training schedules set up for the new arrivals?” Clarissa had one set up for Clair and spent a lot of time with the toddler.

“Oh, yes,” Ariel said, her eyes glinting with excitement. “Clarissa and I have been discussing it and the schedule will be similar to Clair’s.”

Angela shook her head. The two overprotective AIs almost acted like Clair and the other future children of the Special Five were their own. “I’m sure you’re both excited but let Kevin, Katie, Jeremy, and Kelsey have some privacy. This is a special time for them.”

The two AIs looked downcast.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t watch. Just don’t interfere.”

With that, the two AIs promptly disappeared.

“I probably shouldn’t have said that,” Angela said to herself as she turned back toward her master control console.

She had reports from several Dyson Spheres to review, particularly the one in Galaxy X-938 closest to Eternal space. Angela knew Rear Admiral Hailey Mann was still at the Dyson Sphere in that galaxy. She had defeated the Eternals in the big battle there after Jeremy had been severely injured. Her fleet had been massively reinforced just in case the Eternals returned.

It had been frightening to learn of the battle and realize how close they had come to losing Jeremy, Ariel, and so many others. Jeremy was trusting her communications skills to keep him informed of any developments involving the Eternals in Originator space and she was not going to let him down.

Jeremy entered his office to find Kelsey sitting behind his desk relaxing. She had a radiant smile on her face, which made her look extremely alluring.

“What did the doctor say?” Jeremy couldn’t contain the question. He was dying to know if he was going to become a father. From Ariel and Clarissa’s reaction a few moments earlier he was pretty certain of the answer.

“It’s positive; we’re going to have a baby in a little over seven months.”

Jeremy sat down in front of his desk breathing much faster than when he had come in. “Seven months! What about Katie?”

Kelsey grinned. “The same. Our due dates are within two days of one another.”

“Has she told Kevin?” Kevin was Jeremy’s closest friend and also an officer on the Avenger.

“She’s doing it right now.”

Jeremy stood up. “I think we all need to go out and celebrate. Why don’t you call Angela and Katie and we’ll all head somewhere special tonight.”

“That new restaurant on Gaia Street?”

Jeremy sighed. She would pick the most expensive restaurant in the city and also one hard to get reservations in. “If you like.”

“I’ll go down to the Communications Center and tell Angela. I know she’ll be just as excited as the rest of us.”

“I’ll see about making the reservations,” said Jeremy, wondering how he was going to swing this with such short notice.

Ariel suddenly appeared behind Jeremy. “Reservations are made for 7:30 tonight. I reserved a private table in a more secluded part of the restaurant.”

Jeremy grimaced. He realized the AI must have been listening to their conversation. It was something he had gotten used to over the years. He also wondered how Ariel had made the reservations so quickly.

“Can Clarissa and I come also?” asked Ariel with a plaintive look in her eyes.

Kelsey laughed. “Of course. How can we celebrate without the two of you with us?”

Ariel grinned. “Clarissa and I need to go pick out some clothes.” The AI disappeared again without another word.

“Well,” said Jeremy, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest. “This should be an interesting evening.”

On the planet of Gardell in Eternal controlled space, the Council of Eternals was meeting. They were discussing the recent setback of their attack on the Originator Shrieel in Galaxy X-938. The resistance had been much stiffer than expected, forcing their fleet to withdraw after suffering heavy losses. The Eternals were eight feet tall and powerfully built. They were also completely bald. Their eyes were dark and cold, showing little emotion.

“I can see no mistake in the tactics used by Fleet Commander Norlan in his attack upon the Originator fleet,” spoke Second Leader Tallard.

“His fleet did come out of hyperspace early,” pointed out Second Leader Queexel. “It gave the enemy time to prepare.”

First Leader Clondax pressed an icon on the screen in front of him and an image of a warship appeared on the large viewscreen in the council chambers. “This ship is unidentified. While obviously of Originator construction, Fleet Commander Norlan does not believe it is commanded by an Originator AI.”

“A proxy race,” suggested Second Leader Nolant. “Is it possible the AIs have taken it upon themselves to find surrogates to fight a war against us?”

“If they did it is a very dangerous and talented surrogate race,” Clondax said, his eyes narrowing. “It is the race we encountered in the Median galaxy; the ships are the same.”

The council was silent for several moments.

“Is it possible the Originator AIs have decided to resist our expansion across the universe?” asked Second Leader Tallard. “We have had no contact with them up until now.”

Clondax nodded his head. “That is my belief. I have already ordered scout ships back to Galaxy X-938 to see how active the AIs are in that galaxy. I believe we should also send ships to all Originator AI controlled galaxies to monitor AI activity. Special attention needs to be spent on increased activity around the Originator Shrieels and any ship movements.”

Second Leader Tallard looked over at Clondax. “Is it possible we are seeing the result of surviving Originators?” This caused a stir around the table.

“No,” answered Clondax, looking sharply at the others. “All of our computer projections indicate the last Originator died out several million years ago. We only have their AIs to deal with now.” They had learned of the deadly plague sweeping through the Shrieels from communication intercepts. Though the Originators had penned the Eternals into their home galaxy, they had missed a few Eternal communication relay stations.

“The AIs could be dangerous,” pointed out Second Leader Tallard. “They do have Originator technology at their disposal.”

“The AIs, while they may be dangerous, can be dealt with,” responded Clondax. “Once we come up with an acceptable strategy we shall eliminate them and add the Shrieels to our empire. They will be very useful considering the construction capacity they have.”

“Then it will be war,” said Second Leader Nolant, folding his powerful arms over his chest.

“It will be war,” replied Clondax. “We will assemble a new invasion fleet in the Median Galaxy. From there we will launch an all out attack on Galaxy X-938 and take over the Shrieel. From there we will move on until all the Shrieels have fallen. We are the Eternals, and none shall stand in our way.”

Jeremy was in the new upscale restaurant in the heart of the city. When they arrived they had been ushered immediately to their table in a quiet alcove where they had some privacy.

“I’m going to try the French Onion Soup,” announced Angela, looking over the menu. Next to her, Brace grimaced shaking his head.

“Caesar salad to start with,” said Katie.

Angela laughed. “Just wait. In a few months both of you will be craving all kinds of strange food. I had Brace get up in the middle of the night once to go get me some strawberry ice cream.”

“Unfortunately there was none in the house,” said Brace, recalling the incident. “I had to go to a store and get it. There were several times she sent me out to get food we didn’t have in the house. Some of the food was really weird.”

“There are no hamburgers on this menu,” complained Kevin, glancing over at Katie accusingly. “How can a restaurant not serve hamburgers?”

“Eat a steak,” replied Katie menacingly as she kicked her husband under the table. “You like steaks and the ones here are supposed to be very good.”

Everyone looked over their menus and placed their orders. Kevin finally settled on a New York Strip cooked medium.

“That’s nearly raw,” complained Katie frowning.

“The flavor is in the juices,” replied Kevin grinning. He knew Katie didn’t like to see any pink or red in her meat.

“So, I guess Clair will soon have two playmates?” asked Brace, looking over at Katie and Kelsey.

“At least two,” Katie said grinning. “The doctor said I might be having twins.”

“Twins!” blurted out Kevin, his face turning pale and his eyes bulging. “You didn’t tell me earlier it might be twins.”

“I was saving it for tonight.”

“That’s great!” exclaimed Kelsey, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

“Twins,” repeated Kevin, his eyes glazing over. “I was only expecting one.”

“Twins run in my family,” Katie said. “Two of my cousins had twins before I went into stasis.”

Ariel and Clarissa looked meaningfully at one another.

“Sounds like the next Special Five or Six is well on its way,” commented Ariel as she sampled her tea. In her new AI body she could eat as well as drink. It allowed her to greatly appreciate her Human friends’ love of certain foods.

“We’ll have to redo the training schedule,” Clarissa said thoughtfully.

“There’s plenty of time for that,” said Kelsey, smiling at the two AIs. “We have seven months before the babies arrive.”

“I’ll help with anything I can,” said Angela. “If they’re girls I have a lot of extra baby clothes from Clair.”

“A lot,” said Brace grimacing. “Some I don’t think she ever wore.”

“We have nurseries to design,” said Katie, her mind racing at all that needed to be done, particularly if she had twins.

“We’ll help,” said Ariel and Clarissa. The two looked at each other and laughed.

“I wish Grayseth was here,” said Kelsey. “I know Marille and he were planning on having children as soon as they could.”

“He will be shortly,” promised Kevin. “We’ll bring him back.”

“This will be the last opportunity we have to all be together until after the rescue mission,” said Jeremy.

“I hope Grayseth survived,” Kelsey said softly. “I spoke to Marille the other day and she really misses him. She’s thrilled at the thought he might still be alive and we’re sending a rescue mission. She claims it would take more than a dinosaur to stop him from coming back to her.”

“As loud as Grayseth is all he would have to do is growl and the dinosaurs would turn and run,” added Kevin.

Angela looked over at Ariel and Clarissa. “If Grayseth comes back and takes Marille as his mate, there will soon be a pack of cubs running loose in their den.” The Bears called their homes dens. “Are you going to set up a training program for them as well?”

Ariel and Clarissa looked at each other, unsure of themselves.

“That’s something we will have to discuss with Grayseth,” Clarissa said a little tentatively. “If he would allow us, we would like to. We both feel any cubs of Grayseths will be close friends with your children. They are bound to be around each other much of the time.”

Kelsey began laughing. She could just see Ariel and Clarissa chasing a bunch of little Bears around. “Just don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

For the next half hour they discussed the upcoming mission to find Grayseth as well as Rear Admiral Barnes mission to find the lost Originators. During that time their appetizers arrived and finally their main course.

“It’s strange to see more Originators around,” commented Angela. “We have two in the Communications Center most of the time. They’re very polite and some of the things they have shown us that can be done with the Communication and Transport Hub’s communications systems are unbelievable.”

“There were 412 adult Originators on the Seeker,” Jeremy said, recalling the numbers.

“Plus 207 children,” added Kelsey.

“Some of them are esteemed scientists and Bartoll is thrilled to have them back here at the Communications and Transport Hub.”

Ariel frowned. “There were twenty-one members of the Defenders of Zorn on the ship including Commander Alvord. All have been awoken and given the cure to the pathogen. Most have renounced their support of Zorn. However, Alvord and four others are demanding we give them a ship to see if they can find any surviving members of their organization.”

Kevin shook his head. “That sounds as if they know where there are additional hidden stasis chambers in other Dyson Spheres.”

“Leeda and Reesa are currently looking into the possibility of other stasis chambers,” Jeremy said. “So far they haven’t turned up anything.”

Kelsey looked around the group. “That’s enough talk about work. I want to talk about babies and what colors to paint the nursery.”

The girls began chattering about baby stuff and Kevin decided to focus on his meal. He took another bite of his steak. While he would rather have had a hamburger, this was a damn good steak! He still couldn’t believe Katie might be having twins. He had been mentally preparing himself for one child but two was beyond his expectations. Picking up his roll he covered it in butter and took a bite. Katie was right; the food at this restaurant was very good. So good he might be willing to come back and try another steak.

Jeremy listened to the girls, noticing Kevin was lost in his food. He grinned. It was good to be out with friends. He knew they should do this more often, but he was the fleet admiral and it was his responsibility to keep everyone safe. Looking over at Ariel and Clarissa, he was surprised to see how attentive they seemed to be listening to the three women talk about decorations for the nurseries. He was going to ask Ariel what she thought of all of this later.

Leaning back, Jeremy allowed his thoughts to wander to the Eternals. There was so little they knew about them. They had no idea how expansive an empire the Eternals controlled or how big their space fleet was. Their only point of contact besides the Meridian Galaxy had been in Galaxy X-938. Rear Admiral Mann’s fleet had been heavily reinforced in case the Shrieel was attacked. There was no doubt in Jeremy’s mind that if the Eternals attacked again it would be there. However, he doubted if even they would be prepared for the massive number of defensive and offensive weapons the Dyson Sphere in that particular galaxy now possessed.

All across Originator space there was a massive arms build up. Bartoll said it reminded him of what had occurred during the first war with the Anti-Life. Bartoll had confided in Jeremy that he was deeply concerned. Even with the construction capacity of all the Shrieels and the Communications and Transport Hub it might not be enough. He greatly feared now that the Eternals had fought Originator ships they would return in overwhelming force.

Jeremy looked over at Kelsey, Katie, and Angela. All three looked radiant and excited abut the babies. Jeremy was determined to do everything in his power so that someday his children would know peace and not have to worry about war.

Chapter Three

Grayseth was standing at the front of the cave staring out at the forest below. His crew had cut a number of small saplings and dragged up some brush to camouflage the entrance. They had also piled up rocks and small boulders nearly chest high to stop anything from entering the cave. From a distance, the entrance wasn’t visible, only from up close could you tell something was hidden.

“They’re late from the hunt,” commented Shantor, who was standing next to Grayseth holding an energy rifle. “It is unlike Ganlon to be gone for so long.”

“This is a barbaric world,” commented Hawthorn, who was in command of the few surviving Carethian Marines. Only four had survived including Hawthorn. They were keeping two guards at the entrance at all times.

“This world was not meant for civilized people,” responded Grayseth as he scanned what he could see of the large valley.

He was growing deeply concerned about the missing crewmembers. This world was extremely dangerous, and there were hundreds of ways one could die. There were dangerous animals; some so large they could crush a full-grown Carethian with just their feet. In addition, there were plants, which were both poisonous and carnivorous. Since their arrival, he had been sending out foraging parties searching for food as well as bringing back water from a nearby stream. Each party was heavily armed and more than once had to kill a large predator just to make it back to the cave. The cave was about seventy meters above the valley floor. The slope leading up to the cave was steep, rocky and strewn with large boulders.

“Our clans would have a difficult time surviving on this planet,” said Hawthorn as he peered through the scope of his energy cannon, seeing if he could spot the returning foraging party. The cannon had been inside the arms locker on the Warrior’s Pride and was the most powerful weapon they had.

Shantor nodded his agreement. “Last time I went out on a foraging run I was nearly eaten by a vine. It had tentacles as large as my arms and survives by eating small animals. We had to use our energy rifles to free ourselves. Now we know to avoid it. The hunts on this planet are very different from what we’re used to. I would not want to train a cub on this world.”

Grayseth let out a deep breath. They had discovered numerous plants and animals that were dangerous. In the time they had been here he had lost two crewmembers who failed to return from foraging. Now he always sent out four to five crewmembers, even if it was only to bring back water. Each was armed with an energy rifle for protection. Shantor was right; even a fully trained Carethian would have a hard time surviving on their own with all the dangers present on this world.

Grayseth’s eyes looked upward. It was already several months past the time he had expected they would be rescued. He was beginning to fear Jeremy did not know they had survived or, even if he did, it was far too dangerous to send a rescue mission. They were in a galaxy controlled by the Eternals with numerous enemy warships on patrol. It might be impossible for his clan brother to get back into this galaxy and this system undetected.

“Look, I see them,” said Shantor, pointing toward the beginning of the slope of the small mountain their cave was in.

Reaching the slope were four Carethians who had just emerged from the forest. Two were carrying a third while the remaining one was keeping a watchful eye behind them and occasionally pausing to look through the scope on his energy rifle. In the distance, Grayseth heard a loud, angry roar and a crashing in the forest as if trees and underbrush were being pushed to the side.

“Hawthorn, stand by on the heavy energy cannon,” ordered Grayseth, his eyes glued to the nearby forest. The cannon was the largest and most powerful weapon they had. It fired an energy beam four times more powerful than one of the rifles. “I think we’re going to need it.” Grayseth knew this planet had dozens of large carnivorous species many times the size of a Carethian. He wondered which one the foraging party had stumbled across.

The four crewmembers were only one-third of the way up the treacherous slope when a huge beast exited the forest. The creature stood a good ten meters high on two legs. It had a massive head and even from the cave its large sharp teeth were visible. The creature spotted its prey, gave out another roar, and charged toward the slope.

“Kill it!” ordered Grayseth, his incisors showing. This was one of the more fearsome creatures on this nightmare world. It was an Alpha carnivore, at nearly the top of the food chain.

Hawthorn took careful aim and fired at the charging animal. The beam struck it in the shoulder, going all the way through. The wound only served to infuriate the beast as it charged even faster up the slope.

The Carethian with the energy weapon turned, dropped to his knees, and began firing nonstop at the creature. The energy rifle’s beams failed to penetrate the animal’s tough hide. The beams were causing blisters to swell up but no serious damage.

Hawthorn fired once more. It took a few seconds for the barrel of the energy cannon to cool before it could be fired again. The second round hit the beast in the right side of its chest, burning a hole deep inside. The beast howled in pain and with a huge lunge reached the kneeling Carethian. The crewman threw down his energy weapon and tried to run, but it was too late. The creature had reached him.

The creature’s head darted down and a scream of anguish and pain reached the cave. The creature bit down with his jaws and the crewman in the animal’s mouth went limp and became silent. The animal dropped the dead Carethian to the ground and began tearing the body apart as it prepared to feed on its kill.

Hawthorn drew in a sharp breath and took a long moment to sight the energy cannon in and then fired again, striking the beast dead center in the chest. The creature seemed to shudder and then, with an ear-piercing roar, collapsed to the ground. “The beast is dead,” said Hawthorn raggedly. “But I fear we have lost another member of our clan.”

“Perhaps more,” Shantor responded as the other three neared the cave. Shantor looked over at Grayseth meaningfully. “I don’t see Ganlon.” Ganlon had been the leader of this foraging party.

Grayseth felt his heart pounding in his chest. Shantor was right. Ganlon was not one of the three now entering the cave. Ganlon had been with Grayseth since the battles against the Hocklyns at Careth. He was a long-time friend and member of Grayseth’s clan.

“The creature caught us near the stream,” Lasall said as the injured crewmember was laid down on the cave floor. “Farsalk injured his ankle as we tried to flee. Ganlon and Baryon tried to fight off the beast with their energy rifles while we helped Farsalk to safety. Ganlon was too close and the beast killed him next to the stream. He didn’t even have time to attempt to flee. The creature has been following us ever since. Only the thick underbrush and massive tree trunks allowed us to escape the beast. Baryon must have shot the creature fifty times before we reached the slope of the mountain. No matter how many times it was shot it kept coming.”

Grayseth took the report stoically. In every hunt there was the danger of death. Baryon was a Carethian Marine and the one the creature had killed on the slope. “Both Ganlon and Baryon died with honor. We will honor them during our evening meal,” Grayseth announced. “Let’s get Farsalk to Pasat so we can get his ankle treated.”

Grayseth looked down the slope where the dead creature lay. Already small scavengers were swarming the carcass as well as the body of Baryon. As much as Grayseth would like to recover Baryon’s body, it was just too risky. The small creatures, due to their number, could be as dangerous as the beast lying dead on the slope. By morning all that would remain would be a few half-eaten bones. Within a few days even those would be gone.

Pasat was deep in the cave in a small cavern where the command cutter was located. The entrance to the cavern had been sealed so the level of oxygen could be increased and there was no need for the breathing masks. A makeshift airlock had been made out of parts from the escape pods. The escape pods had been stacked in side tunnels deep within the cave complex where it was hoped Eternal sensors would not be able to pick them up. So far in the months they had been here, there had been no sign of the Eternals.

Grayseth and Shantor helped get Farsalk down to the cavern the command cutter was in. The survivors of the Warrior’s Pride had been living in the cavern ever since they arrived on the planet. They had strung some emergency lights from the command cutter so the cavern was moderately lit.

Upon seeing their arrival, the rest of the clan hurried over to see and hear what happened. With great sadness Grayseth recited what he had witnessed on the slope as well as what happened to Ganlon.

“This world is not a fit place to live,” said Makeb with a deep frown after hearing of Ganlon and Baryon’s deaths. “If we are here much longer there will be no one left to rescue.”

“There may be no rescue,” Grayseth said. He didn’t want his crewmembers to have false hope. They deserved to know the truth. “There is a chance no one knows we survived. There is also a possibility it is too dangerous to send a rescue mission.”

“Our clan brother will come if he knows we are here,” said Shantor, his large brown eyes showing his conviction. “Fleet Admiral Strong will come for us regardless of the danger.”

Others nodded their agreement. They knew how serious Jeremy took being a clan member.

“That he would,” agreed Grayseth. “But with each passing day we must accept there may be no rescue coming.”

The others looked at one another thinking of those they had left behind in the clan’s new city on the Dyson Sphere. Several had mates and cubs in the dens waiting for their safe return.

“If it is our destiny to die in the hunt, then so be it,” said Belmar. “We will die with honor and fight to survive on this world until our very last breath.”

Shantor looked at the gathered clan members. “I don’t believe we will die here. While months have passed, there is still time for us to be rescued. We just need to survive. I believe we will live to hunt the Eternals with our clan brother, Fleet Admiral Strong.”

“To the hunt!” said the gathered Carethians.

Grayseth felt pride in his fellow clansmen. Taking a deep breath, he turned and went into the command cutter. He was keeping a daily log of their efforts to survive on this world. This log entry would be the most difficult one since he had written about the destruction of the Warrior’s Pride. Ganlon had left a mate back on the Dyson Sphere as well as two young cubs. Someday, if someone found this computer log, Ganlon’s family would learn of how he died and brought honor to the clan. While Grayseth didn’t speak of it, his greatest fear was that someday this log would be the only record of what happened to the twenty-eight survivors of the Warrior’s Pride. Already four had met their end on this forsaken planet and Grayseth knew with certainty they would not be the last.

In the massive spacedock which held the new Avenger, Fleet Admiral Jeremy Strong sat down in his command chair. The new ship was much larger and considerably more powerful than the previous one. It included a second ion cannon since the cannons could freeze an Eternal ship’s energy screen. The power of the ship’s other weapons had been increased by over 22 percent with the installation of an additional antimatter chamber. The ship was also equipped with a new type of energy screen, a multiplex screen that provided three layers of protection.

“The ship is ready,” reported Aaliss, who was an Originator AI and had been assigned to the Avenger. Aaliss was over seven foot tall and was very similar to a Human woman. Her skin had a very slight blue tint to it.

“All systems are functioning normally,” added Ariel, who was standing just behind Jeremy and on his left side. That was her customary spot. She was in her AI body and wasn’t using a hologram.

“Is the crew ready?” asked Jeremy, looking over at Commander Kyla Malen. Kyla had dark black hair and hazel green eyes. She was 45 years old and a trusted friend and officer.

“Ready as we’re going to be. Let’s go rescue Grayseth and kick some Eternal butt.”

Jeremy grinned. “Let’s hope we don’t encounter any Eternals, at least on this mission.” Jeremy knew if they did, the mission might very well fail.

Kevin walked through the large open hatch and took his place at the sensor console. Katie had nearly made him late as she wanted one more intimate encounter before he left on the mission. “Sensor console is online and functioning normally,” he reported as he scanned the readings. They weren’t showing much since they were inside the spacedock.

Kevin still hadn’t fully recovered from Katie telling him they might be having twins. She said she would know at her next checkup. Kevin knew when they returned from this mission he would know if he was going to be a father to one or two children. He still wasn’t sure if he was ready to be a father. Angela and Katie had assured him he would do just fine. Ariel and Clarissa were delighted about the possibility of there being twins. With a deep sigh, Kevin looked at Jeremy. He knew in moments the new heavy dreadnought would be leaving the spacedock.

“Take us out,” ordered Jeremy as he gazed at the viewscreens showing the interior of the massive shipbuilding facility. He was anxious to get this mission started. He already felt guilty at how long it had taken to get this rescue mission launched.

The massive heavy dreadnought lifted from her berth and began to move down the center of the spacedock. There were other ships berthed inside as well. Ahead of the ship the huge space doors slid open. There was an atmospheric retention field keeping the atmosphere in place. The Avenger’s bow touched the retention field and the 3,600-meter-long ship slid through with a slight popping noise. Then she was out in space amidst the hundreds of massive constructions of the Originators. All around the area of space where the Originator Communications and Transport hub was located were hundreds of titanic structures. Many of them were large ship construction yards and others giant manufacturing facilities, which processed the raw material the Originators and their AIs needed to maintain the megastructures. There were also research centers where the AIs worked nonstop advancing the science of their creators. The largest constructions were the four Dyson Spheres capable of housing trillions of beings. One of them now held the Humans, Altons, and Carethians who had come to the hub to fight in the war against the Anti-Life.

In front of the Avenger, a fleet of eighty other heavy dreadnoughts waited. These would be the flagship’s escorts to the Median Galaxy. In addition, there was a second fleet of four hundred Originator battlecruisers, each 2,000 meters in length. The Originator battlecruisers were operated and commanded by AIs. There were also four of the special military AIs with the fleet to ensure a chain of command would exist if there were a battle. The military AIs were trained for war and more were being built and programmed every day since the threat from the Eternals had now become a reality.

“Admiral Calmat says he is ready to proceed on the hunt,” reported Lieutenant Shayla Lantz.

Admiral Calmat was a Carethian and had insisted on going on the mission to rescue Grayseth. His flagship was the heavy dreadnought Hunter.

“Inform the admiral the hunt begins,” ordered Jeremy. He had tried to talk the Carethian admiral into remaining behind since he was second in command of the Carethians behind Grayseth, but the admiral had insisted he was honor bound to go. Jeremy had relented, understanding how serious the Carethians were about honor and the respect of their clans.

“Activating Accelerator Ring,” reported Aaliss as a massive circular structure on the main viewscreen suddenly exploded with energy as a deep blue space vortex formed. The ring was one hundred and ten kilometers across and one of several in the Communications and Transport Hub complex. It could send a ship anywhere within the eighteen million light years of Originator controlled space.

“All ships are tied into our navigation system,” added Ariel. “We can enter the vortex upon your command.”

Jeremy nodded. It would take them two days to reach Galaxy X-938 and then another 4.28 days to reach the Median Galaxy. “Take us in; let’s go see if we can find Grayseth.”

The Avenger darted forward on its gravity drive, entering the vortex followed by the two fleets serving as escorts. Jeremy was taking a large enough force this time that if he encountered the Eternals, he would be able to stand and fight if need be. He was determined if Grayseth was still alive, he was going to bring him home.

In the Median Galaxy, Fleet Commander Norlan watched the main viewscreens in his ship’s Command Center as more battlecruisers arrived to reinforce his fleet. Upon his return from Galaxy X-938, he had expected to be severely reprimanded for failing in his mission to secure the galaxy’s Shrieel. Failure was not tolerated by the Eternals. Upon reflection and after studying recordings of the battle, the Council of Eternals decided the Originator AIs were contemplating interfering with the Eternals’ expansion of their empire and had set a trap for Norlan’s fleet. That was the only logical explanation for their foray into the Median Galaxy and their exploration of the Stralon Star Cluster.

Just recently Norlan had received information from the council, which indicated they believed the AIs had either developed or found a race of proxies to fight the war for them. It was these proxies who had invaded the Median Galaxy and who had commanded the Originator fleet he fought in Galaxy X-938.

“Our fleet now numbers over one thousand vessels,” Second Commander Telan said as he studied the latest data on his console. “That is more than we took into battle the last time. We must strike as soon as possible before the Originator AIs begin building new warships. The Shrieels have a tremendous construction capability.”

Norlan gazed at the viewscreen as another Eternal four-kilometer in length battlecruiser exited hyperspace. He flexed his right hand into a fist. With the aid of mechanical nanites, his fist was capable of crushing the bones of a normal biological being. “The Originator AIs are not fools,” he said. “They will have strengthened the defenses of the Shrieel and possibly added more ships. I am convinced they have already begun to build newer and more powerful vessels in preparation for war. We will be taking ten thousand vessels into battle this time. That should be sufficient to annihilate any fleet they send to resist us. Once we have destroyed their ships, we will engage the defenses of the Shrieel. It will take time, but once we have demolished their weapon emplacements on the outer hull we will land and force open one of the main hatches, giving our fleet entry. Using our warrior robots as well as Eternal shock troops we will take over the Control Centers. Once that’s been accomplished the Shrieel will be ours.”

“A daring plan,” replied Telan. “The Originators once had combat robots. They could have built more to defend the Shrieels. It may be difficult to gain control of all the Control Centers; the AIs will resist us. There were once military AIs who fought in the war. It is possible the current AIs have built more.”

Norlan shook his head. “Those old combat robots are very primitive. They will not be able to stand up to our warrior robots. The fighting may be intense, but we will prevail. If the AIs have found or created a proxy race, I don’t believe they will have built any new military AIs. There was always a great fear of the military AIs by the Originators because they were capable of commanding such destruction and violence. I’m certain after the war with us the Originators destroyed all of them. Their other AIs would have been afraid to build more.”

“We must find out how numerous this proxy race is,” stated Telan. “If they are small in numbers, the Originator AIs might surrender once we have annihilated their proxies.”

“There are over two hundred Shrieels,” replied Norlan as he watched another Eternal battlecruiser exit hyperspace. “We could greatly increase the speed at which our empire is growing if we could make use of their construction capacity to build warships.”

“We are the Eternals and it is our destiny to rule this universe. The Originator AIs, while powerful, will only be a minor hindrance in our rise to overall supremacy.”

Norlan shifted his gaze to his second in command. Telan was hungry for power and wanted a fleet of his own to command. The war against the Originator AIs could allow him to rise in the ranks of the Eternals. While Norlan would rather see Telan remain as his second in command, another could always be trained if the council chose to promote him. Norlan himself expected to be given greater authority after he conquered Galaxy X-938. Perhaps he would be given command of the Shrieel in that galaxy. Originator space contained over six hundred galaxies, all waiting to join the empire. He was perfectly willing to lead the conquest of those galaxies. His eyes shifted back to one of the viewscreens as two more battlecruisers exited hyperspace. In only a matter of a few weeks he would be ready to return to Galaxy X-938 and show the Originator AIs and their proxy race the true power of the Eternals.

Two days passed and the Avenger dropped out of hyperspace in Galaxy X-938 just a short distance from the Dyson Sphere.

“We’re being challenged,” reported Lieutenant Lantz.

“We have ten heavy dreadnoughts approaching us,” added Kevin. “Their energy screens are up and we’re being targeted.”

Jeremy nodded his satisfaction. It was understandable Rear Admiral Mann was taking no chances. Hailey had a force of 1,200 hundred heavy dreadnoughts and 4,200 Originator battlecruisers to defend the Dyson Sphere. It was obvious she was taking the threat of the Eternals seriously.

“Send our recognition codes,” ordered Jeremy. Rear Admiral Mann had been notified of their expected arrival. However, it could just as easily have been an Eternal fleet dropping out of hyperspace near the Dyson Sphere.

“Codes acknowledged,” reported Lieutenant Lantz.

“Confirmed,” added Aaliss. “There are Originator AIs on all of the heavy dreadnoughts. They report no Eternal activity in the past several weeks.”

“Maybe their defeat in this galaxy has made them think twice about returning,” suggested Kevin. “They have to know we have a large number of Originator battlecruisers at our disposal. Maybe they realized they’d stirred up a hornet’s nest and have decided to leave us alone.”

Aaliss shook her head. “The Anti-Life will tolerate no threat to their existence. The battle here demonstrated there is a force in this universe, which is a danger to their desire to rule all the galaxies they can conquer. They will marshal their forces and return in far greater numbers.”

“We also have no idea how many galaxies they control,” said Ariel, stepping forward closer to Aaliss who was standing in front of Jeremy’s command console. “It could be a few hundred to thousands.”

“The Dyson Sphere here has greatly increased the weapon emplacements on the outer hull,” said Commander Malen as she studied the latest reports on her command console. “They have added several thousand ion cannons as well as additional heavy energy weapons.”

“Don’t forget our most dangerous weapon,” said Aaliss. “It will stop the Anti-Life from ever conquering a Shrieel.”

Jeremy knew she was talking about the blue energy spheres the Dyson Spheres were equipped with. The only ship armed with the deadly spheres was the Dominator. “I still don’t understand why you don’t place those weapons on your warships.”

A look of great sadness and fear spread across Aaliss’s face. “They are too dangerous. When the Originator scientists discovered the secret of the spheres, there was much discussion about destroying the research. The weapons have the potential to destroy a world. We can never allow the secret of the weapons to fall into the hands of the Anti-Life.”

“Were the weapons ever used against the Anti-Life?” asked Kevin.

Aaliss shook her head. “No, the discovery of how to construct the energy spheres occurred several thousand years after the war with the Anti-Life ended.”

“I have Rear Admiral Mann on the comm, Admiral,” reported Lieutenant Lantz. “She would like to speak with you.”

“Transfer her over to my console,” ordered Jeremy. He wanted to speak to Mann before they continued on their mission. Jeremy was still concerned over a pending Eternal attack in this galaxy aimed at the Dyson Sphere.

“Fleet Admiral Strong,” Rear Admiral Mann said respectfully over the comm. “I know you’re in a hurry to get to the Median Galaxy but I am greatly concerned about the forces I have at my disposal. We have been running some battle simulations and believe the Eternals will soon return with a large fleet and attack the Dyson Sphere. While the Originator AIs here, particularly the Military AIs, are confident the Dyson Sphere can be defended, I’m not as certain. I would like another two thousand Originator battlecruisers assigned to my command. They would stay inside the Dyson Sphere and be used in case the Eternals manage to breach the outer hull.”

“Two thousand more ships,” said Commander Malen, her eyes widening. “That would give her over seven thousand ships to defend this galaxy. Do we dare risk that many warships?”

Jeremy nodded. He knew the Originator AIs had over 500,000 battlecruisers in their Dyson Spheres and were constructing more at an ever-accelerating rate. The new heavy dreadnoughts the Originator AIs were building for Jeremy were also under mass construction. He wondered if the Eternals had any idea of what they might be facing. “I’ll send the order before we enter hyperspace. However, instead of two thousand battlecruisers you will be receiving five thousand more. If the Eternals return to this galaxy, I want them soundly defeated.” Jeremy was willing to send the extra ships as there were now enough military AIs to command such a force.

Rear Admiral Mann was silent as if shocked by the number of ships Jeremy was going to send her.

“We’ll hold the Dyson Sphere and keep the Eternals out of this galaxy,” she promised after a few moments.

“I’m also sending Rear Admiral Braedon Cross though you will be in overall command.”

“Braedon is an excellent officer,” Mann replied. “I can definitely use him.”

“We’ll be departing in about two hours for the Median Galaxy. I’ll get the communications sent off immediately for the additional ships. I believe as you do that the Eternals will shortly return and attack the Dyson Sphere. Your number one priority is to protect it. Don’t let the Eternals pull your fleets away from this system.” Jeremy was concerned the Eternals might want to fight a fleet battle out of range of the heavy weapons of the Dyson Sphere. As long as Rear Admiral Mann stayed near the megastructure, she would have a distinct tactical advantage.

“We’ll stay near the Dyson Sphere,” promised Admiral Mann. “If the Eternals attack us we will destroy them.”

Jeremy knew Rear Admiral Mann was deadly serious. She was an excellent admiral and one who could be counted on to get the job done. “With any luck we’ll be back before anything happens.” Jeremy didn’t expect to be gone for more than a few weeks at most.

“I hope you find Grayseth.”

“So do I,” answered Jeremy.

The comm went silent and Jeremy leaned back in his command chair, feeling the chair readjust to his new position. He had thought long and hard about what he might find in the Median Galaxy. Grayseth might be alive on the planet, but there was even a greater possibility his friend had never made it there, instead dying on the remains of his ship as it plummeted through space.

Chapter Four

Jeremy was sitting in the ship’s cafeteria eating a light meal. He was feeling anxious about the mission and what they would find in the Median Galaxy. It was haunting him that so much time had passed before they realized Grayseth might have survived. Due to his injuries suffered in the battle in Galaxy X-938 plus the modifications made to the new heavy dreadnoughts, even more time had passed before they were ready to launch the rescue mission.

“You should eat more,” admonished Ariel, who was sitting next to Jeremy. She was sipping on a chocolate shake, which was one of her favorite drinks. While her AI body needed no food, it could still convert what she consumed into energy. Ariel sat the shake down looking at it with a hint of chocolate still on her lips. “I like these. I never understood until recently the fascination Humans and other species have for food. Take Kelsey for instance; she loves strawberries. I have seen her eat them several times a week covered in whipped cream.”

Ariel’s comment brought a smile to Jeremy’s face. Kelsey had always had a thing for strawberries. Even back at the Fleet Academy on Earth’s moon she could be found in the cafeteria with a bowl full. That was back before he learned she was from Ceres and the daughter of a fleet admiral.

“It is true of the Originators as well,” Aaliss said. She was sitting across the table next to Kevin. “Due to their early explorations and increased lifespan they developed many foods they claimed were pleasing. Even now the surviving Originators take pleasure in eating their meals.”

“I can understand that,” Kevin said as he cut into his steak. He was trying for Katie’s sake not to eat so many hamburgers. “When people sit down at the table together for a meal it’s a time to set aside their worries and just enjoy being with one another. Food seems to help bring everyone together and helps the conversation along.”

“It’s something we should all do more often,” said Jeremy, recalling the evening meal at the Italian restaurant. It had been relaxing and highly enjoyable for all of them to go out together.

Kevin looked over at Jeremy as he buttered a roll. “I looked up the information we have on the planet we’re going to. It’s not someplace I would want to go for a vacation.”

Jeremy frowned and then spoke. “The planet has actual dinosaurs on it. It’s very similar to Earth in the late Jurassic period. The planet will be warmer with thick vegetation and possibly heavy rainfall. There are dinosaurs on the planet similar to a Tyrannosaurus only larger. If Grayseth and any of his crew survived and made it to the planet, they would have to hunt for food. There weren’t enough emergency rations in the section that contained the Command Center for their food supplies to have lasted this long.”

Kevin’s eyes widened. “So they would have to hunt and kill a dinosaur for food?”

“Possibly,” replied Jeremy, trying not to imagine how hard it would be to survive on such a planet. “There are probably smaller animals but it would depend on where they landed on the planet. Its atmosphere has a higher oxygen content, but a much higher carbon dioxide level. The air would be fine for the dinosaurs but difficult for a Carethian or a Human to breathe. They would have to wear breathing masks anytime they ventured outside the cutter.”

Kevin put his fork and knife down next to his half-eaten steak. “The cutter can only hold a few people. Could they survive this long in that type of atmosphere?”

“They could if they went underground,” Ariel answered. “The cutter has the equipment to regenerate oxygen and clean out contaminants. They could build an underground shelter where they could maintain a normal atmosphere only having to venture out to hunt for food and bring back water.”

“I wish there had been an Originator AI on board the Warrior’s Pride,” said Aaliss. “The AI could do the hunting and could survive in the planet’s hostile environment.”

“I don’t know if even an AI could survive the wildlife on that planet,” said Jeremy with concern. “Grayseth and his crew come from a society trained to hunt from the time they are cubs and through their entire adult life. They’re also bigger than a Human. On this planet that will be an advantage.”

Jeremy picked up the half of a ham sandwich he was eating and took a bite. He wished Kelsey were here with him. Sometimes he needed her advice. She had a very pragmatic way of looking at things.

“Grayseth is a skilled hunter,” commented Kevin as he picked up his knife and cut a piece off his steak. “If anyone can survive on that planet it would be him.”

“We will soon be approaching the first hyperspace detection line of the Eternals,” said Aaliss. “Our computer projections ran by the Originators indicate a 98 percent probability we won’t be detected. However, the hyperspace detection field around the Median Galaxy is much stronger and covers a wider area. Our probability of not being detected by it drops to 82 percent.”

Ariel blinked her eyes and then spoke. “I don’t believe the Eternals will be expecting us to return to the Median Galaxy. Not after our defeat there.”

Jeremy nodded. He was thinking the same. “I am concerned about their patrol ships, particularly the ones traveling with their stealth fields on.”

“Our sensors have been recalibrated to detect Eternal ships through their stealth fields,” Kevin said. He had worked with several Originator AIs in making the necessary adjustments. “We can detect an Eternal ship traveling in stealth mode out to our full sensor range of thirty-two light years. They won’t take us by surprise like they did the last time.”

“If there are Eternal ships around, we’ll know it,” added Ariel, her dark eyes focused on Aaliss. “Do we know the range of the Eternals’ sensors? We have a ways to travel in the Median Galaxy before we reach the system where we lost Grayseth. There are bound to be patrol ships about.”

Aaliss slowly nodded her head. “We have to believe their sensors are at least as good as ours. The projections we ran indicate a 70 percent probability we will be detected before we reach the system.”

“Even with our stealth fields active?” asked Kevin, his eyes showing some concern.

“Yes,” Jeremy replied. He laid his partially eaten sandwich back down. He really didn’t have an appetite. “With the stealth fields the Eternals use they are bound to know ways to penetrate it. I’m hoping we can get in, grab Grayseth and the other survivors, and get back out before the Eternals can respond with a fleet.” Jeremy had known about all of these odds before launching the mission. They had been the subject of several long meetings with Bartoll and some of the other surviving Originators.

“We’ll have at least several hours in the system before the Eternals can arrive with a fleet,” said Aaliss. “That’s how much time we have to find Grayseth, rescue him and any other survivors, get the assault shuttles back to the fleet, and jump back into hyperspace.”

Kevin’s eyes widened. “We’ll only have two hours to search an entire planet? That’s cutting it pretty close.”

Jeremy let out a deep breath. “Grayseth’s cutter has a long-range communicator on board. Once we arrive in the system, we will begin broadcasting a message announcing our return. I’m hoping Grayseth will be able to answer it.” If he didn’t then the odds of locating any survivors on the planet dropped to near zero. There would not be a second rescue mission after this one.

Kevin took another bite of his steak as he thought over what he had just heard. “We’re going to end up fighting some type of fleet battle before we can extract Grayseth and his crew. Two hours is not going to be enough time to complete this mission, especially if we’re detected before we reach the system.”

“It’s a possibility,” admitted Aaliss. “If we do it will give us an opportunity to test our new energy shields as well as our more powerful weapons.”

“Keep in mind those modifications have only been made to the heavy dreadnoughts,” pointed out Kevin. “The Originator battlecruisers haven’t been modified and we could lose a lot of them if we encounter a major Eternal fleet.”

Aaliss nodded her head with a sad look in her eyes. “Unfortunately, we can’t add another antimatter chamber to the battlecruisers without a major change in their design. For the time being they will remain vulnerable to the Eternals’ weapons.”

“We are developing a new battlecruiser,” said Jeremy. “It will be a little larger than the current ones but will incorporate all the changes in weapons and shield technology. We’ll convert the shipyards at the Communications and Transport Hub first and then do the shipyards on the rest of the Dyson Spheres in stages.”

Kevin finished his steak and then looked over at Ariel. “What plans do you and Clarissa have if Katie’s having twins?” He had finally come to grips with the possibility he might be having two children.

Jeremy laughed. Only Kevin could change the subject in such a way to make him smile.

A look of excitement spread across Ariel’s face. “Clarissa and I have been discussing a training schedule for all four children. We have learned a lot from what Clarissa has done with Clair.” Ariel’s dark eyes seemed to sparkle. “You do know that Angela wants to have another baby so there will be four young ones close to the same age, right? Clair will be the oldest by several years and as a result will be given more responsibility.”

“Five,” said Kevin, his eyes widening at the thought. “Five children.”

“The new Special Five,” announced Ariel happily. “I suspect in the future more will be added, particularly as romantic as Katie and Kelsey have been recently.”

Kevin and Jeremy’s faces both flushed slightly. They tended to forget their two AI friends could look in on them whenever they wanted though they were supposed to give the couples some privacy at times.

“Kelsey and Katie are designing a new exploration dreadnought,” Jeremy said, deciding to change the subject. “They claim it will be powerful enough that even the children will be safe on it.”

Ariel grinned. “I’ve seen the preliminary designs. I would call the ship a super-dreadnought. It’s even larger than the Dominator and they have Andram, Angela, and several Originators working on the final design. It’s still months away from any actual construction beginning.”

“Katie says they want to explore Originator space,” added Kevin. “There are over six hundred galaxies the Originators claim control over.”

“That’s correct,” Aaliss said. “In nearly every one there is either a Shrieel or a major base of some type. There has been no new exploration of those galaxies since the outbreak of the pathogen other than what was done by the Dominator. From time to time ships of various space going races have approached a Shrieel or one of the bases but they are warned off and told not to return.”

“I wonder if in all of those galaxies there are any races advanced enough to help us against the Eternals?” asked Kevin. “We have the Altons in our home galaxy; there are bound to be more like them in others.”

“It’s possible,” Aaliss replied. “But we would have to conduct an extensive survey of each galaxy first.”

Jeremy knew if they wanted to protect all those galaxies from the Eternals it might be necessary to get other races involved. The Dyson Spheres and bases would not be enough to hold back the Anti-Life. The new ship Kelsey and Katie wanted to build might be ideal for such an exploration mission.

Jeremy had spoken to Kelsey in depth about the new ship before he set out on this mission to rescue Grayseth. Kelsey had a passion for exploration though no decision had been made on who would command the new vessel. Jeremy knew Rear Admiral Barnes would be the ideal fleet officer to be put in command of the new ship. It was something Jeremy would discuss with Kathryn after she returned from her search for the lost Originators. He also had no intention of allowing the new exploration dreadnought to go anywhere without a powerful escort. Perhaps a new class of ships could be designed to accompany the exploration ship.

“I haven’t been to any of the bases,” said Jeremy, looking over at Aaliss. “What are they like?” He’d been so focused on the Dyson Spheres and what they could do he hadn’t really asked too many questions about these so-called bases.

“Most are large space stations with ship construction and repair facilities,” answered Aaliss, her eyes shifting back to Jeremy. “All have been brought back online and are in the process of being fully updated by the Originator AIs on board. Bartoll has indicated at least one military AI will be assigned to each base.”

“Just how many bases are there?” asked Kevin, his eyes narrowing sharply.

“Two thousand and eighteen.”

Jeremy was surprised at the number. Bartoll had mentioned the bases several times to Jeremy but he hadn’t really thought about them being substantial. Once they returned from this mission, he was going to investigate those bases more thoroughly. They could be highly useful in the war against the Eternals, particularly in making sure all six hundred galaxies in Originator space stayed under Originator control.

“How long have they been dormant?” asked Kevin curiously.

“Since the war with the Anti-Life ended,” Aaliss answered. “Once the war was over it was decided to place them in stasis. They remained in stasis until Bartoll ordered them reactivated.”

“It makes me feel better about exploring all of those galaxies if we have active bases in all of them,” responded Jeremy. “At least that way if Kelsey and Katie’s new ship gets into trouble there will be help close by.”

“It is wise to explore those galaxies,” said Aaliss. “It has been millions of years since the Originators took an interest in exploration. Much will have changed in those galaxies since then.”

Jeremy was listening with interest. That was all in the future. He wouldn’t mind going on a few exploration missions just to see what was out there. However, for now he was the fleet admiral and there was a war to fight. “Tomorrow we cross the first hyperspace detection line. Let’s hope we make it across undetected. Grayseth is waiting.”

In the system that was the Avenger’s destination, two Eternal battlecruisers dropped out of hyperspace. A passing patrol ship had reported several low yield energy signatures on the surface of one of the planets. The two ships had been sent to determine whether this was a fluke occurrence or the result of technology.

As soon as the ships exited hyperspace, they immediately set a course for the only planet in the system capable of supporting life. They would scan the planet and report on the presence of any unknown energy sources. If necessary more ships would be called in.

Grayseth was inside the command cutter working on his log when Shantor came rushing in.

“Grayseth! Several shuttlecraft have been spotted flying low over the forest. Hawthorn believes the Eternals have returned.”

Grayseth drew in a sharp breath. This had been his biggest concern about using the energy cannon. While it was capable of killing the largest of the predators of this world, it was also possible its energy discharges could be detected. Grayseth stood, rising to his full height. “Make sure everyone is armed with energy rifles and extra charge cartridges. The fact they are flying over the forest indicates they’re not quite certain where the energy discharges came from. I’m going to the cave entrance.”

Grayseth knew if the Eternals found them it would be the end. He had no intention of surrendering to the Anti-Life. From what the Originator AIs and Bartoll had told him, they were an evil and cruel race of beings who were now part machine as well as organic. They fed on the harsher emotions and were dedicated to conquering all races in this universe. In many ways they reminded him of the Simulins.

Grayseth put on his breathing mask and headed for the entrance. He picked up an energy rifle and a belt of charge cartridges on the way. As he left the cavern, he saw other Carethians picking up their rifles and checking them. If they had to fight the Eternals on this planet, they would die with honor.

After making his way through the caves to the entrance, he saw Hawthorn and Belmar standing next to the large energy cannon looking out through the camouflage. On the slope only a few small bones remained of the beast they had slain a few days back.

“We have two Eternal shuttles flying low over the forest,” Hawthorn reported upon seeing Grayseth. “So far they haven’t come near the cave.”

Grayseth looked out in the direction Hawthorn was indicating and could see a silvery looking object in the distance. “Lasall is out with a foraging party. Being under the canopy of the forest he may not be aware of the Eternal vessels.”

Hawthorn’s large eyes grew wider. “It’s possible the Eternals will detect his group’s energy rifles. They may attempt to follow them back here.”

Grayseth studied the camouflage surrounding the cave entrance. From a distance, the entrance was well concealed. However, up close it became more obvious there was a hidden opening. The question for Grayseth was did they try to fight off the Eternals by staying in the cave or should they make a break for the forest and use its thick cover for protection? If they did it would mean abandoning the command cutter and its resources. With its small fusion power plant they had a way to recharge the power cartridges for their energy rifles. Without it they would soon be dependent on improvised weapons such as wood spears and bows and arrows. Neither would offer much protection from the wildlife of this planet. There was also the problem of food and being able to breathe. While the breathing masks allowed them to breathe normally while out on foraging expeditions they weren’t practical to use for extended periods of time.

Grayseth looked over at Hawthorn. “We will wait for Lasall’s return and see if he is followed. We must prepare ourselves, for the end of our hunt may be near.”

Hawthorn nodded his head. “If today is to be our last day on this world, let it be a day of honor.”

“For the clans,” said Grayseth, standing fully upright.

“For the clans,” repeated Hawthorn and Belmar.

Several kilometers into the forest, Lasall was aware of the shuttle flying above them. He had heard its passage through the air, recognizing it for what it was. Moving his foraging party to an area where the forest was less dense, he had waited until a small vessel came into view far above them.

“It has to be the Eternals,” said Dabak, who was a Carethian Marine. “They must have detected Hawthorn’s use of the energy cannon the other day. They have come in search of who fired the weapon. They must suspect there may be survivors from the space battle on the planet.”

Lasall was in agreement. It put them in a difficult situation. There were four of them in the foraging party and if they attempted to return to the cave, the Eternals might spot them on the slope of the small mountain. In honor he could not lead the enemy back to the hidden cave and Grayseth.

“We will continue deeper into the forest,” he said after some consideration. “Perhaps we can draw the Eternals away from the cave.”

Dabak looked down at the energy rifle cradled in his large arms. “The Eternals may be able to detect the power cartridges in our rifles.”

Lasall slowly shook his head. He knew the likelihood of his group returning to the cave was nearly zero. “We can’t survive without the rifles; it’s a risk we’ll have to take. Even if they can detect the energy cartridges they will have to find a spot to set down and those are few and far between in this forest.”

“Or call in an orbital strike,” said Dabak, his eyes darkening. “It’s what I would do.”

“Unless they want captives,” Lasall replied. “They may want to know how many of us there are.”

“We must not be captured. Better to die in the hunt than to become slaves to the Eternals.”

Lasall agreed with Dabak. “For us, a new hunt has begun. If the Eternals do land and come for us, let it be us who do the hunting.”

Dabak showed his incisors. “To the hunt.”

The others in the group echoed his sentiment.

“Then let’s move deeper into the forest,” ordered Lasall. He was sure by now Grayseth was aware the Eternals had returned. By sacrificing his foraging party perhaps it would give Grayseth the time he needed to escape detection.

In orbit, the Eternal commander listened to the latest reports from the small craft he had searching the area of the planet where the mysterious energy surges had been detected. One of the craft was reporting they had located four minor sources of energy moving through the forest near a small mountain.

“Land our warrior robots,” the commander ordered his second in command. “I want whoever is down there captured. If there are survivors from the battle in this system they will be a valuable source of intelligence.”

“I will send the order,” the second in command replied.

The commander stared coldly at the large viewscreen showing the planet below. If there were survivors down there he intended to find them.

Moments later larger ground attack craft left the two orbiting battlecruisers. Six ships in all descended toward where the energy sources had been detected. On each craft there were one hundred and ten of the deadly Eternal warrior robots. These robots were designed to show no mercy and eliminate all opposition unless overruled by an Eternal.

The ships rapidly made their way through the atmosphere and were soon in the location where the energy signals were originating. Pausing over the thick forest they began firing powerful energy beams downward. Trees burst into flame and the underbrush lit in pyres of fire. The beams played across the forest setting a large area ablaze. Smoke soon obscured much of the towering forest as the flames began to spread. The beams shut down as their work had been completed.

For twenty minutes the fires burned as the underbrush added fuel to the inferno. However, without the energy beams the fires began to die out due to the high humidity in the surrounding forest. Once the fires died back sufficiently, the ships used their energy beams once more to clear out suitable landing spots.

The six shuttles landed in the burned out areas and large ramps descended from the ships. From each shuttle a line of large and tall warrior robots descended. The robots were equipped with energy weapons as well as dangerous explosive cannons. The robots were armored and nearly impervious to weapons fire. As soon as the last robot exited the ships, they formed up in two long parallel lines and began marching toward the source of the energy signatures. As they walked dust and ash were stirred up, floating into the air and nearly obscuring the robots.

Lasall was coughing and wheezing heavily. Not even the breathing masks could remove all the smoke and ash drifting through the forest. There were still a few small fires burning though even these were rapidly dying out.

“They have set down in front of us,” Dabak said as he studied their surroundings. “They must have detected our energy rifles.”

Lasall nodded. “They will be coming for us. Let us find a spot we can defend and wait for their arrival. We will take as many of them down as possible. This is the hunt and it is our time of honor.” Lasall felt great sadness at not being able to return home to his clan and family. As with any mission a Carethian set out on, there was always the possibility of not returning home but going on the Great Hunt instead.

“There were some boulders and several large fallen tree trunks back a ways. That will give us some cover and allow us to extract the maximum toll on the Eternals.”

Lasall knew of the place Dabak was speaking of. “Let us go there and wait.” With a deep sigh, Lasall knew their part in the hunt was about to come to an end.

The Eternal warrior robots continued to advance steadily through the thick forest and tangled underbrush. Each robot was nearly ten foot high and possessed an energy cannon in one arm and could fire explosive rounds with the other. They were a dark gray in color with hints of black around the joints. Several times they stopped and used their energy weapons to clear a path. One robot was severely damaged when a tentacle from a vine wrapped itself around the robot and pulled it high into the air before the robot was able to use its energy weapon to free itself.

From the deep shadows of the forest, a crashing sound was heard. The robots paused, turning toward the noise. A huge creature suddenly appeared and promptly attacked one of the robots, tearing it apart with its large teeth and the pressure from its jaws. The creature was promptly blown apart as it was struck by numerous explosive rounds from nearby warrior robots.

Lasall heard the life-ending scream from a large creature amidst the sound of small explosions. He knew the Eternals had encountered one of the dangerous animals this forest hid. With any kind of luck they would take some losses before reaching the waiting Carethians.

“There’s movement in front of us,” said Dabak, pointing his arm toward some underbrush a hundred meters away.

Suddenly the underbrush was pushed aside and a large robot appeared. While in many ways it was similar to the ones the Originator AIs had provided to use against the Simulins, this one looked bulkier and was covered in thicker armor. On both sides of the robot, others appeared.

“Robots,” muttered Dabak with concern and disgust in his voice. “I don’t know how effective our energy rifles will be against them. Our best target will be their heads. Their chest armor may be too thick for our weapons to penetrate.”

“Only one way to find out,” Lasall said as he took aim with his rifle and fired at the nearest robot. The beam struck the robot squarely in the head. It hesitated and then collapsed, its head a smoldering piece of wreckage.

The rest of Lasall’s group began firing. More robots fell to the ground, unmoving. Energy beams that struck the robots torsos did little damage due to the armor as Dabak predicted. Only the heads were vulnerable.

The robots seemed to hesitate and then they began returning fire. Powerful energy beams and small explosions raked the area where Lasall’s group was hidden. A tree trunk blew apart, killing one Carethian. Two energy beams caught Dabak in the chest, killing him instantly.

Lasall ducked as several nearby explosions threw rocks and debris over him. When he stood back up, he saw he was now alone. Looking toward the robots he saw them advancing. They would shortly reach his position. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out into the open firing his energy rifle. “For honor!” he shouted just as an explosive round struck him in the chest.

In orbit, the commanding officer of the Eternals frowned as he listened to the reports from the surface. Possible survivors from the battle in space had been encountered. Unfortunately they had been armed with some type of energy weapon, which made capture impractical. A number of warrior robots had been destroyed in the short, pitched battle.

“Have the remaining warrior robots continue to search the forest. There may be more survivors.” The commander was determined to search the entire planet if necessary. “Send a message to the nearest patrol fleet. We need their vessels and robots. I intend to comb every kilometer of this planet. If there are more survivors, we will find them.”

Grayseth stood gazing out over the forest. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of a battle. After a few minutes the sounds died away and he knew Lasall and his group were no more. “Pull the energy cartridges out of the energy cannon and take them deeper into the cave; same for the ones for our rifles. If we see the Eternals start up the slope we’ll bring them back for our weapons.”

Hawthorn nodded and quickly did as ordered.

Grayseth stepped back from the cave opening. He had hoped someday to return to Marille and take her for his mate. In time their den would have been full of cubs. Now none of that would happen. Grayseth took solace in the knowledge his clan would take care of Marille. It was an honored tradition to take care of the mate of a fallen warrior.

Jeremy was in the Command Center as the Avenger crossed the first hyperspace sensor line of the Eternals. All ships in the two fleets had their stealth fields activated and their intergalactic hyperdrives at full power. The fleets flashed up to the sensor line and then rapidly across it.

“Any signs of detection?” asked Jeremy, feeling tense. If they were detected the mission would be over.

Both Aaliss and Ariel were quiet for several long seconds.

“No,” Aaliss finally answered. “There is no evidence we were detected.”

“We’ll continue to monitor with our long-range sensors to see if any Eternal warships appear,” added Ariel.

“There’s nothing currently on our sensors,” reported Kevin, who was watching his sensor screens intently. “Everything’s clear out to thirty-two light years.”

“We’re at Condition One,” said Commander Malen, looking over at Jeremy. “How long should we stay at the higher alert level?”

“Another hour,” answered Jeremy. “If we don’t detect any Eternal vessels by then we can safely assume the new material our ships are coated with has gotten us safely past the line of sensors.”

“We’ll be at the system the fleet battle occurred in late tomorrow,” Malen said as she checked some data on her command console.

Jeremy blinked his eyes as he gazed at the nearby tactical display. All it showed were the green icon of the two fleets. Tomorrow he would know if his Bear friend and fellow clan member had survived.

Chapter Five

Jeremy watched anxiously as the Avenger and the two fleets with her crossed the hyperspace detection field surrounding the Median Galaxy. His eyes were focused on the long-range sensors to see if there was any response from the Eternals. The crew was quiet with everyone’s eyes focused on the screens.

“I don’t believe we were detected,” said Aaliss after a few moments.

“I can confirm we’ve crossed the detection field,” added Ariel. “We’re proceeding to the planetary system and should arrive there in four hours.”

Jeremy drew in a deep breath. “Keep an eye out for Eternal vessels. We know they have a lot of ships in the region we’re going to. I expect us to be detected before we arrive in the system. The longer we can delay that detection, the more time we’ll have to find Grayseth and any other survivors from the Warrior’s Pride.”

“I’ve plotted a course which keeps us well away from regions we detected Eternal ships the last time,” replied Ariel. “However, the closer we get to the target system the more Eternal ships we’ll begin to encounter.”

The hours slowly crawled by as the fleets flew deeper into the Median Galaxy. Several times Ariel made course adjustments when Eternal vessels were detected by the long-range sensors. Each time they managed to avoid detection.

Ariel looked over at Jeremy as she made another course correction. Four Eternal vessels had been detected at the far edge of the sensors. “We’re encountering more Eternal vessels,” she said. “It’s only a matter of time before we’re detected.”

“How far are we from the system?” Jeremy was growing more concerned every time they detected Eternal ships. There seemed to be far more around than expected.

“Twenty minutes,” Aaliss replied.

Suddenly alarms began sounding on Kevin’s sensor console.

“We’ve been detected,” Kevin said worriedly. “We have three Eternal vessels passing us at sixteen light years out. They have definitely detected us and are altering course.”

Jeremy looked over at Commander Malen. Kyla nodded her head as if expecting the next order.

“Take the fleets to Condition One and prepare for combat,” Jeremy ordered. The two fleets had been at Condition Two.

Almost immediately red lights started flashing, and klaxons began sounding. In a calm voice Commander Malen made the announcement of the setting of Condition One over the ship’s comm system and to the other vessels in the two fleets.

“Condition One is set throughout the fleets,” she reported.

“What are those three Eternal vessels doing?”

“They’re out of range,” answered Kevin. “But it appeared they were turning toward us. They won’t be able to catch us before we reach the target system.”

Jeremy leaned back in his command chair. He could feel his heart beating faster. It seemed they would have to fight the Eternals sooner than he had thought. At least it was only three ships but there was a chance they were already calling for reinforcements.

“When we come out of hyperspace, the dreadnoughts will proceed to the planet and immediately begin scanning it for any signs of Grayseth. The battlecruisers will hold back just short of the planet to engage any Eternal vessels that show up. If it comes to a major fleet battle, the dreadnoughts will join the battlecruisers to engage the Eternals. Once we’ve determined Grayseth is not on the planet or the odds turn against us in the fleet battle, we will withdraw.”

“I’m sure we’ll find Grayseth,” Ariel said. “Marille is expecting us to bring him back to her.”

Jeremy had spoken briefly to Marille before they left. She was deeply in love with Grayseth and anxious to become his mate. She had told Jeremy she and Grayseth would have many cubs together. Jeremy wondered how Ariel and Clarissa would handle that as any children of Grayseth’s would be around the children of the Special Five much of the time. He hoped he would get to find out.

The fleets dropped out of hyperspace two million kilometers from the planet. The long-range sensors had already detected the two Eternal battlecruisers in orbit. In addition, a fleet of twenty Eternal vessels had been detected inbound toward the system and would arrive within an hour of the Avenger and her fleets.

“It’s going to be a fleet battle,” Commander Malen said as she studied the tactical display near her. “There’s no way we’ll be able to complete our mission before that fleet arrives.”

“We have the numbers at the moment,” Jeremy responded as he gazed at the red threat icons showing on the tactical display. “Take the dreadnoughts in and let’s begin our search.” They had some time but probably not very much.

“The two Eternal battlecruisers in orbit have detected us and are leaving the planet and moving out to rendezvous with the inbound Eternal fleet when it reaches the system,” said Ariel. “The fact they were in orbit of the planet indicates they were searching for something.”

This concerned Jeremy. There could only be one thing they were searching for and that was Grayseth and the survivors from the Warrior’s Pride. It also indicated there were survivors on the planet. He felt his excitement rising as he realized he might soon get to see his friend.

“We have three additional Eternal battlecruisers that just turned up on the long-range sensors,” added Kevin as three more red threat icons flared up in the tactical display. “They’re the ones we encountered earlier. They’ll be arriving in about ten minutes.”

“The military AIs are dividing their fleet up into four sections of one hundred battlecruisers each,” reported Aaliss. “One fleet will engage the inbound Eternals and the other three will stay back in reserve.”

“Confirm their strategy and inform them to be prepared for more Eternal fleet units to arrive,” ordered Jeremy. He knew by now the appearance of his fleets must be causing a stir with the Eternals. Whoever was in command of this region would be sending reinforcements soon. “And Aaliss, remind the military AIs they are not to sacrifice their ships if the Eternals show up in overwhelming force. If that happens we’re leaving.” Jeremy just hoped if it came to that the rescue effort would be finished and Grayseth would be safely on board the Avenger.

“Message sent,” Aaliss replied. Aaliss could communicate with the military AIs without the need for the ship’s comm system. She had a small Originator designed comm unit inside her, which allowed contact with other AIs in close proximity.

“Commander Malen, is Major Wilde ready to deploy?”

“She is,” answered Malen. “The major has her Marines and the combat robots loaded on board the assault shuttles.”

Jeremy nodded. There were six large assault shuttles in the Avenger’s flight bay. Many of the smaller shuttles had been removed to make room for the larger vessels. “Lieutenant Lantz, send a message to the planet informing Grayseth we are going into orbit and need to know his location.”

This was the most nerve-wracking time of all: waiting for a response that might or might not come. If there was no response then in all likelihood Grayseth had never reached the planet or if he did, he hadn’t survived the harsh environment of this world. However, the presence of the two Eternal vessels that had been in orbit indicated something or someone was down on the planet.

Grayseth was near the cave entrance with Hawthorn when Makeb came rushing up.

“Grayseth! I picked up a message on the comm unit. Fleet Admiral Strong is back in the system and he’s requesting we inform him of our location.” A small hidden antennae had been rigged on top of the mountain with a wire running to the cutter in the cave.

Grayseth stepped closer to the cave entrance, looking out. A few Eternal robots were visible at the edge of the forest. So far, none had come up the slope possibly due to the hazardous footing. He took a deep breath. If they responded to Jeremy’s message, the Eternals would know where they were and would doubtless attack the cave. It was a risk they were going to have to take.

“Send a reply and notify Fleet Admiral Strong of our location and current situation. Tell him we expect to be under heavy attack shortly. Also send Shantor, Belmar, and Antolth up here with their energy rifles and some extra energy cartridges. We’re going to need them.”

Maken hurried off to send the message. “Hawthorn, put the energy cartridges back in the cannon. We’re going to have to hold off the Eternal robots unit Fleet Admiral Strong arrives. Once we send the broadcast they’ll know where we are.”

“He has come back for us,” Hawthorn replied as he turned to go get the cartridges. “He is a true clan member.”

Grayseth nodded. “He is my clan brother.” It would be good to see Jeremy again, assuming they made it out of this cave.

The commander of one of the Eternal ships in orbit above the planet looked in consternation at the ships that had appeared out of hyperspace. They had been detected only a few minutes before they emerged. He immediately ordered his two ships to move away from the planet. If these were the same ships which had been involved in the battle in this system, he knew they were capable of damaging and even destroying Eternal vessels.

“It’s a rescue mission,” the commander said as he gazed at the numerous red threat icons on the ship’s tactical display.

“There must be someone of great value on the planet,” responded his second in command. “They risk much coming this far.”

The commanding officer knew he had made a serious error in judgment. He should have called for a much larger fleet when he had confirmed the presence of survivors from the space battle. He would now correct that error. There were sufficient ships in the nearby Stralon Star Cluster; he would summon them immediately. This fleet could not be allowed to carry out its rescue mission and escape. He would destroy it and then find those who were hiding on the planet.

“Activate the hyperspace jamming field,” he ordered. He knew in the first battle in this system, the field had been effective against the enemy vessels for a short time period. The field had been modified to make it more effective. If the field could hold the enemy ships here in this system, then with the arrival of superior Eternal forces the enemy ships would be destroyed. After that, the hidden survivors from the first battle would be taken into custody for interrogation. In the meantime, the warrior robots on the planet would prevent any rescue.

For several heart-stopping minutes the crew in the Avenger’s Command Center waited anxiously for a response from the planet. Jeremy was beginning to fear they had arrived too late when the communication console lit up with an incoming message.

“I have a response,” Lieutenant Lantz said excitedly. “Grayseth and the survivors from the Warrior’s Pride are inside a cave in a small mountain. There are twenty survivors including Grayseth.”

Jeremy felt a wave of relief flood over him. Grayseth was still alive! “Anything else?”

“Yes, the Eternals have landed some type of combat robots and they are closing in on the cave. Grayseth expects they will detect this signal and make an assault shortly.”

“We’re in orbit,” reported Commander Malen, shifting her eyes to Jeremy. “We can launch the assault shuttles anytime.”

Jeremy took a deep breath. “Launch them. Tell Major Wilde to bring Grayseth and his surviving crew back to the Avenger.”

Commander Malen spoke over her comm and then turned back toward Jeremy. “Shuttles are launching. They have the coordinates of the mountain Grayseth’s cave is in and will take a direct approach in their landings. They’ll be down in minutes.”

“Eternals have activated their hyperspace jamming field,” Kevin reported worriedly. “The field is being generated by those two ships that were over the planet.”

Jeremy looked over at Lieutenant Striker.

“Hyperspace drive is nonfunctional,” the lieutenant confirmed.

“Running diagnostic program,” said Aaliss. “The program should only take a few minutes to find a counter measure to the hyperspace jamming field.” The program had been designed by several Originator hyperspace experts. They claimed the program would find the frequency the field was operating at and be able to coordinate a counter field, which would allow a hyperspace jump.

“Hyperspace communications detected,” added Lieutenant Lantz.

“The Eternals are summoning more ships,” said Commander Malen with a cryptic look. “As close as the Stralon Star Cluster is they will be here soon.”

Jeremy’s face creased in a frown. Everything now depended on Major Wilde and how soon she and her Marines could rescue Grayseth and the other surviving Carethians. “Contact Admiral Calmat and inform him to be prepared to take out those two ships broadcasting the jamming field if we can’t find a counter frequency. Also tell him we have made contact with Grayseth and launched the assault shuttles.”

Lieutenant Lantz sent the message and soon received one back. “Admiral Calmat is ready to destroy the two Eternal vessels upon your command. He is pleased to hear of Grayseth’s survival and wishes our Marines success in their hunt.”

Jeremy nodded. Now it became a waiting game. Could they finish the rescue before the Eternals arrived with a large fleet, or would they be forced to fight and possibly leave Grayseth and the Marines behind?

Aboard the lead assault shuttle, Major Wilde waited tensely as the small craft was buffeted by the increasing density of the planet’s atmosphere as they descended. They were going straight in at a much higher speed than normal and she could imagine what her six shuttles must look like from the ground: brilliant specks enshrouded in fire from the intense friction of passing through the atmosphere. Fortunately all six shuttles were protected by energy shields as well as Originator battle armor.

“Dinosaurs,” muttered Sergeant Everett Metz. “I can’t believe Grayseth is on a planet inhabited by dinosaurs.”

“Well, you’d better believe it,” replied Private Anastasia Malone. “Or you will find your ass being eaten by one.”

“Naw, not with this,” Metz said, patting his assault rifle. The one he was carrying fired small explosive rounds with the force of a grenade.

Malone only shook her head. She preferred the shotgun she was carrying. It fired large armor penetrating slugs and could even bring down one of the Originators’ combat robots at close range.

Major Wilde allowed herself to smile. She knew the banter was her Marines’ way of letting out tension before a combat mission. This one felt strange as Rakell wasn’t with them. Rakell was the Originator AI in charge of the command key used to reprogram the Command Centers of the Dyson Spheres they had been taking back from the Simulins. He had stayed behind since this mission did not involve the Simulins or any of the Dyson Spheres.

Brenda looked down at her energy rifle. It was of Originator design and much more powerful than the ones that had been under development back on Gaia. At least that was what she had been told. She closed her eyes briefly thinking of all the changes in the last year. When she had gone into the Dyson Sphere in the Milky Way Galaxy with Reesa, she never expected to become involved in an intergalactic war.

She knew Reesa and Leeda were currently searching for other Originators who might be in stasis on the Dyson Spheres. Brenda was curious how that search was going to turn out. She had spoken briefly to Reesa just before setting out on this mission and Reesa had hinted they might have found something. Brenda was anxious to get back to find out just what Reesa had been alluding to.

“Two minutes to landing,” the pilot said over the comm. “This is going to be a little rough as we’re coming down fast to avoid incoming weapons fire from the Eternal combat robots down on the surface.”

“Weapons check!” roared Sergeant Metz. “Lock and load, people. Make sure your helmets are sealed tight. This atmosphere really sucks.”

All the Marines were wearing combat armor, including a helmet. The armor was light and versatile and of Originator design.

Taking a deep breath, Brenda shut the visor on her helmet. She liked this new armor as the helmet provided information as to the condition and location of her Marines. Her command suit also had sensors that could tell her where the enemy was located.

“Be prepared for incoming weapons fire when the ramps go down,” she added as she gripped her rifle a little tighter. “Combat robots are to exit first.” There were ten combat robots on each shuttle as well as thirty-three Marines.

On the planet, Grayseth looked up at the streaking meteor-like objects coming down toward the mountain. He had to duck as an energy beam struck the roof of the cave just above him. Eternal combat robots were coming up the slope in large numbers. The transmission had given away the cave’s location as Grayseth had feared.

Hawthorn was behind the energy cannon firing at the robots trying to pick off the closest ones. Four other Carethians were present also firing down the slope with their energy rifles. It was taking several shots to damage or disable one of the robots. Headshots were best, but the range was too far to do that consistently. More robots were still coming out of the forest. Grayseth estimated there must be at least several hundred of them if not more.

“I see the shuttles,” called out Shantor excitedly.

Grayseth watched as the six shuttles grew larger and landed with a loud roar at the edge of the forest where the slope of the mountain began. Several fires broke out in the nearby forest but quickly died out because of the high humidity. Immediately the Eternal robots began firing at the shuttles only to find their weapons fire stopped by energy shields. On the top of the shuttles small dual energy turrets turned and opened fire. Dark blue beams flashed out, annihilating robot after robot. This only seemed to infuriate the robots as even more charged out of the forest and began attacking the shuttles.

“There are hundreds of them out there,” Shantor said in shock. “If we had gone out we wouldn’t have stood a chance.”

The ramps to the shuttles suddenly opened and Originator combat robots emerged. They instantly began firing on the Eternal robots, blowing them apart with energy weapons fire and explosive rounds. Moments later Marines made an appearance charging down the ramps. The energy shields suddenly dropped allowing the Originator robots and Marines to better engage the enemy. As soon as they were clear of the shuttles the energy shields snapped back into place. The turrets were slowly rotating and firing nonstop. The bottom of the slope and the surrounding forest was beginning to be obscured by drifting smoke from the weapons fire.

“Shantor, get everyone up here!” ordered Grayseth as he watched the growing battle on the slope. “Set the demolition charges in the cavern. We don’t want to leave anything behind that might be useful to the Eternals.” From the intensity of the battle, it was going to be several minutes before it would be safe enough for them to venture out and make a run for the shuttles.

On the slope, Major Wilde took careful aim with her energy rifle and shot one of the Eternal robots in the head. With satisfaction she saw it go down. However, the weapons fire from the enemy was having its effect. Already she had lost seven combat robots and two Marines, with another four injured. Her most effective weapons were the energy beam turrets on the shuttles. Those were still firing and taking out robots with nearly every shot. There were just so many of the damn things. She wished she could have kept her Marines safely behind the energy screens, but the Eternal robots needed to be eliminated quickly so they could rescue Grayseth and get off the planet and back to the Avenger. They had a limited amount of time and couldn’t afford to waste any of it.

“There are at least three hundred Eternal robots left,” she said over her comm, which connected her to the Marines. Brenda knew if not for the weapons fire from the turrets on the shuttles this would be a losing battle. She had taken cover behind a large boulder where Sergeant Metz and several other Marines were firing nonstop. She could see a pleased look on Metz’s face as his explosive rounds blew an Eternal robot into hundreds of pieces, sending its flaming parts across the slope.

“I’m glad I had the Originator AIs design this assault rifle,” he said grinning. “One round, one robot down.”

Brenda ducked as several energy beams struck the boulder they were behind. Most of her Marines had taken cover and were carefully picking off the Eternal robots. Her own combat robots were able to take several energy weapons strikes to their armor before going down. “We’re winning, but this is going to take awhile.”

Metz nodded. “Yeah, and time is something we don’t have.”

Brenda knew the sergeant was right. At any time the Eternals could arrive overhead with a massive fleet, stranding her and her Marines on the surface with Grayseth.

“Contacts!” called out Kevin as warning alarms began sounding on his sensor console. “It’s the twenty ships we detected earlier.”

“Major Wilde is encountering heavy resistance on the ground,” Commander Malen reported grimly. She was listening to the reports from the shuttle pilots. “They’re engaging hundreds of Eternal combat robots. She’s taking casualties. So far there are no reports of actual Eternals being involved.”

Jeremy looked intently at the tactical display. The new Eternal vessels hadn't moved since exiting hyperspace. The other five Eternal battlecruisers in the system were in the process of heading toward the larger fleet. All of the Eternal ships were now broadcasting the hyperspace interference field. They wouldn’t be doing that unless they were expecting a much larger fleet to arrive soon.

“All fleets are to hold their current positions,” Jeremy ordered. “Commander Malen, how much longer before Major Wilde can get to Grayseth?” He was considering sending one of the military AI fleets out to deal with the Eternal vessels.

“It will be a few more minutes yet. They can’t attempt the rescue until more of the Eternal combat robots are dealt with. The slope of the mountain is too open to risk extricating Grayseth at the moment.”

Jeremy looked at the main viewscreen, which was showing a highly magnified view of the region of the planet where the shuttles had landed. Occasional flashes of light indicated weapons fire, but most of the area was covered in heavy plumes of smoke. Jeremy felt helpless knowing there was nothing he could do but let the battle on the surface play out. He had to put his trust in Major Wilde.

On the surface the battle was still intense. Major Wilde looked at her HUD, noting seven of her Marines were now showing killed in action with another eleven injured. Six more of her combat robots had been destroyed though the ground between the forest and the slope of the mountain was littered with the remains of Eternal combat robots. From the sensors in her helmet, she knew they had eliminated all but about seventy of them. It was nearly time to begin thinking about getting Grayseth and his crew out of the cave.

“Sergeant Metz, take ten combat robots and twenty Marines and go get Grayseth. I’ll finish off the Eternal robots still fighting.” Looking over the boulder she saw several more blown apart as they were struck by explosive rounds. The six assault shuttles were still playing havoc with the enemy robots, blowing them apart anytime one made an appearance.

Brenda watched as Sergeant Metz quickly assembled his team and started up the slope. “Covering fire!” she ordered over the comm. “Destroy every one of those damn robots that make an appearance!”

Grayseth watched as the Marines and the robots began coming up the slope. He saw one Marine stumble and lay still. This rescue attempt was paying a heavy cost. Grayseth was starting to think Jeremy should not have come.

“Here’s the detonator,” Shantor said as he handed over the small electronic device. “Press the button and the shuttle will explode. We also rigged up enough demotion charges to bring down the roof and the tunnel. The escape pods are wired in as well.”

Grayseth looked at the Carethians behind Shantor and then back out at the approaching Marines. He saw another fall to the fire of the Eternal robots and made a quick decision. “We’re going out to meet the Marines. It’ll be easier going down the slope than coming up. Follow me.” Grayseth picked up his energy rifle and darted out of the cave entrance followed by the others. Once outside, Grayseth paused and pressed the button on the electronic detonator. Moments later the ground shook slightly and black smoke belched out of the cave entrance.

“Additional contacts on the long-range sensors,” called out Ariel deeply concerned.

“Confirmed,” reported Kevin, looking meaningfully at Jeremy. “Looks like a major fleet of at least three hundred vessels.”

“How long before they get here?” asked Jeremy, wishing the shuttles would take off. It was agonizing sitting here in the Command Center unable to do anything.

“Twenty-three minutes,” Kevin answered.

“Grayseth and his crew have come out of the cave and are coming down the slope,” Commander Malen reported. “Major Wilde thinks they can leave the surface in about fifteen minutes.”

“That’s cutting it close,” Kevin said worriedly. “They may not make it back in time.”

Jeremy nodded. “We’re going to have to engage those Eternal vessels at least for a few minutes. Aaliss, how is the hyperdrive?”

“We have the proper jamming frequency; we can jump anytime.”

“What if they change the frequency?” asked Kevin.

“Not a problem,” Aaliss replied. “Now that we know the frequency we can monitor it and when it changes we can change ours as well.”

“Aaliss, inform the military AIs we will probably have to engage the large inbound Eternal fleet for at least a few minutes. They’re to do everything they can to hold their losses to a minimum without jeopardizing their ships.”

“They understand,” replied Aaliss.

On the tactical display, the four military AI fleets changed up their formations slightly. Instead of four separate fleets, there were now two with each fleet in a globular formation.

Major Wilde was pulling back toward the shuttles. Most of the Eternal combat robots had been destroyed or retreated back into the thicker sections of the forest where they were still taking pot shots at Brenda’s Marines and the Originator combat robots.

It was with relief she saw Grayseth and his surviving crew enter two of the shuttles. “Everyone load up!” she ordered. “We have an inbound Eternal fleet coming in hot.” She knew they were pressed for time and needed to get to the Avenger and the waiting fleets as soon as possible.

The Marines scrambled, helping the wounded back to the shuttles with the combat robots carrying the dead. No one would be left behind.

Moments later Brenda was aboard the command assault shuttle and felt it lift off. She made her way to the cockpit and watched as they gained altitude. Once they cleared twenty thousand meters she gave her next order.

“Drop the nuke; I don’t want there to be any signs of a battle or anything the Eternals can recover.”

“Nuke dropped,” the weapons officer replied as he pressed a series of three red buttons on his console.

From the shuttle, a small Hunter missile left the missile pod and darted toward the ground. It held a ten-kiloton nuclear warhead. The missile detonated twelve hundred meters above the surface. The explosion sent out a powerful shockwave, knocking down trees and sending boulders crashing down the mountain. An avalanche of rock and dirt covered the entrance to the cave. The intense thermal radiation at the center of the blast caused a nuclear fireball to form, incinerating everything below and near it. Superheated air rushed in and soon a mushroom cloud formed, rising up into the atmosphere.

“Shuttles are up,” reported Commander Malen. “Grayseth and his surviving crew are on board. They’re running a little behind schedule.”

“Nuclear detonation on the surface,” added Kevin. “It was a Hunter missile fired from one of the shuttles.”

“It’s Major Wilde ensuring there is nothing left for the Eternals to recover,” explained Jeremy. He had discussed this option with her earlier.

“Eternal fleet dropping out of hyperspace,” reported Kevin as alarms began to sound on his console. “They’re coming straight toward us. Contact in two minutes.”

Fleet Commander Solten of the Eternal battlecruiser Warbringer watched his tactical display intently. There were nearly five hundred unknown ships in the system. Tentative identification indicated the ships to be of Originator construction. It was surprising the Originator AIs had risked returning to this galaxy once more.

Second Commander Albor stepped away from the computer interface he had been accessing. “These ships are similar to the ones Fleet Commander Norlan encountered in Galaxy X-938 when he was defeated.”

“Originator vessels,” said Solten, his eyes hardening. “Our ships are twice their size and their fleet is locked out of hyperspace. We will demand their surrender. If they refuse, we will destroy them.”

Several minutes passed as the Eternal fleet neared the planet. The fleet was close enough that it would only take a few moments to move within effective combat range. Fleet Commander Solten gazed at his tactical display as it updated, showing the hundreds of red threat icons before his fleet. He had always wanted to engage an Originator vessel.

“Send the message,” he ordered. He had confirmed the enemy fleet was locked out of hyperspace and with his fleet’s superior weapons were at his mercy. They could either surrender or be destroyed.

“I have a communication from the Eternals,” reported Lieutenant Lantz.

“Put it through,” ordered Jeremy. If they were willing to talk so was he. It might give the shuttles time to land in the flight bay. He just needed a few more minutes.

“We are the Eternals. Surrender your ships and your crews will not be harmed.”

“And exist as your slaves,” answered Jeremy.

“You are not an Originator nor one of their AIs,” said the Eternal. “To exist as a slave is to live. Is that not better than dying?”

“We will not be slaves,” answered Jeremy.

“They you shall die.”

“Inbound weapons fire,” called out Kevin, his eyes growing wide. “They’re targeting the AI fleets.”

In space, heavy energy weapons fire struck the globular formation of the nearest AI fleet. Energy shields shimmered brightly and then buckled from the stupendous firepower. Energy beams slammed into the hulls of several Originator 2,000-meter battlecruisers, tearing them open. The beams played over the hulls opening up compartment after compartment. In just a few moments both ships were a mass of twisted and smoldering wreckage. Other Originator ships in the formation were also suffering damage. Bright explosions marked the deaths of other vessels.

The Originator battlecruisers returned fire with their antimatter beams and gravitonic cannons. Their response was focused on just four Eternal battlecruisers. At the same time they unloaded their missile tubes, firing dark matter warheads. Four-hundred-megaton explosions rolled across the energy screens of the four ships. For several seconds they resisted and then they collapsed. The four ships were instantly subjected to the deadly power of dark matter as well as the Originator AIs’ energy weapons. Almost instantly all four ships were reduced to their composite atoms.

The battle quickly intensified as more ships brought their weapons into play. The second Originator fleet broke its globular formation, forming up into a solid phalanx ten ships high and twenty long. Every ship began firing on the Eternals trying to knock their shields down. In the Eternal battle line, gravitonic cannon fire from the Originator battlecruisers slammed into numerous Eternal warships setting off massive explosions and hurling glowing debris into space. Dark matter missiles quickly finished them off turning several areas of space into miniature novas.

“Our battlecruisers are hitting the Eternals hard,” Commander Malen said. “Their increased shield strength’s allowing them to withstand the Eternal energy beams, at least for awhile.” The battlecruisers’ energy shields had been modified but not to the extent of the heavy dreadnoughts.

“We’ve lost twenty-seven battlecruisers and the Eternals have lost twelve of theirs,” added Kevin. “The battle is getting more violent.”

“Assault shuttles are docking,” reported Commander Malen as she listened to a report from the flight bay. “Two minutes and we can leave.”

Jeremy looked at the tactical display. There were no other Eternal ships inbound at the moment. “No, as soon as they’re safely in the flight bay we’ll take our dreadnaughts and attack the Eternal fleet. They need to become accustomed to losing.”

Jeremy was determined to teach the Eternals another lesson. They had been defeated in the fleet battle in Galaxy X-938, though just barely. A second defeat might delay any attack they were contemplating against the Dyson Sphere in that galaxy. It was an opportunity Jeremy couldn’t afford to pass up.

“The military AIs are in agreement,” Aaliss said. “They would like to see this Eternal fleet destroyed as well.”

Fleet Commander Solten stared in disbelief as several more of his battlecruisers were destroyed by energy weapons fire from the Originator ships. His own weapons were not nearly as effective as had been reported from the battle, which had taken place in Galaxy X-938. It was evident some improvements had been made to the Originator battlecruisers’ energy shields as well as weapons. It was taking several hits of his fleet’s energy beams to penetrate the shields.

“A number of shuttles have come up from the surface and docked with one of the larger ships,” reported Second Commander Albor. “We are also detecting evidence of a nuclear detonation on the planet.”

“They must have recovered the survivors from the fleet battle in this system,” said Solten coldly. “Our two battlecruisers failed to capture them.” He had been informed earlier of the purpose of the two ships in the system.

“The other battlecruisers in the system have joined our fleet formation.”

Solten studied the tactical display for a moment. “We have more ships inbound. They will be here shortly. We must hold these Originator vessels here until our reinforcements arrive. If we can capture several of these vessels or even part of their crews we can learn much about the Originator AIs’ intentions and their capabilities.”

Albor nodded his agreement. “We are the Eternals and it is only right we conquer Originator space. In time their AIs will be obedient to us.”

“All shuttles are in the flight bay and secured,” reported Commander Malen.

“Aaliss, inform the other dreadnoughts we will be engaging the Eternals.” It was easier to allow Aaliss to pass on the message since there was at least one Originator AI on each heavy dreadnought including Admiral Calmat’s. “Lieutenant Lantz, inform Admiral Calmat Grayseth and the rest of the Carethian survivors are safely on board.”

“Message sent,” she replied.

Jeremy turned toward Lieutenant Striker. “Take us in.”

“All weapons charged and dark matter missiles are loaded in the missile tubes,” reported Major Preston from tactical. “Let’s go kill some Eternals.”

The fleet rapidly formed up into an attack formation and surged forward toward the Eternal fleet. As it reached engagement range, the fleet opened up with its ion cannons, freezing the energy shield modulation on numerous Eternal vessels and thus greatly reducing the effectiveness of their shields. At the same time gravitonic cannons, antimatter projectors, and particle beam cannons fired on the Eternal battlecruisers. With the extra antimatter power chamber each dreadnought was equipped with, the weapons fire was much more intense than that from the Originator AI battlecruisers. In addition, hatches slid open and each dreadnought began launching dark matter missiles at selected targets. Across the Eternal formation massive explosions lit up space.

The center section of an Eternal battlecruiser exploded and debris started drifting away from the ship. A dark matter missile slammed into the stern of another Eternal vessel and the ship vanished in a fiery explosion. A pair of gravitonic beams penetrated the weakened shield of another battlecruiser blowing several energy beam turrets to shreds and blasting out a cavernous hole in the hull. The Eternal attack faltered under the blistering attack of the dreadnoughts.

“The power of those ships is as great as our own or greater,” cried out Second Commander Albor in astonishment. “How can this be?”

“They are of Originator design,” replied Solten harshly. “We should have known better. Their technology is on an equal par with our own. This needs to be reported to the Council of Eternals as well as Fleet Commander Norlan. These ships are not like those he fought before.” Solten gazed at a viewscreen showing one of his battlecruisers under heavy attack. Even as he watched gravitonic beams tore it apart.

“We’ve lost forty more ships to the new vessels. At this rate our fleet will be defeated before our reinforcements arrive.”

Solten knew Albor was right. He was in a battle he could not win. Never in his long career as an Eternal officer had he ever retreated from an enemy. It was the Originators long ago who had imprisoned the Eternals in their own galaxy behind an intergalactic hyperspace jamming field. Now they were up against their old enemy’s AIs and possibly a proxy race. The being he had spoken to earlier had not been an AI and was definitely not an Originator. That conversation seemed to confirm the AIs had found or created a race to fight for them.

The Warbringer shook violently as a dark matter missile detonated against the ship’s energy screen, threatening to bring it down.

On the viewscreens, other Eternal battlecruisers were suffering heavy damage or dying under the intense assault of the newer and larger Originator vessels that had joined in the battle.

“Withdraw,” ordered Solten, not willing to accept he had just uttered those words. However, he knew if he remained his fleet would be destroyed. “We cannot win this battle.”

Second Commander Albor quickly passed the order.

As the Warbringer made the jump into hyperspace, Fleet Commander Solten couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for the Eternals. If the Council of Eternals decided to go through with their plan to conquer all of Originator space and take over the Shrieels, it could be a long and costly war.

“Eternal fleet is jumping into hyperspace,” Kevin reported with relief in his voice. “They’re pulling out.”

On the viewscreens, Jeremy could see the large four-kilometer-long battlecruisers opening up hyperspace vortexes and fleeing into them. This battle was over. “Inform the military AIs to take out any damaged Eternal ships that can’t jump.”

“You don’t want to try to board them?” asked Commander Malen, cocking an eyebrow. “We could gain some valuable tactical information.”

“No,” Jeremy replied. “If we wait around we risk a much larger Eternal fleet showing up, one we can’t defeat. It’s best we leave as soon as possible. What were our losses?” Jeremy knew they had lost some Originator AI battlecruisers, but he wasn’t sure if they had lost any of the larger dreadnoughts.

“We took out ninety-three of their battlecruisers and we lost sixty-eight AI battlecruisers and one of our military AIs. We have four dreadnoughts reporting damage but they’re still combat capable and can make the jump back into hyperspace. They report the damage will not impair their ability to make it back to Galaxy X-938.”

Before Jeremy could reply to Commander Malen the metal hatch to the Command Center slid open and Grayseth stepped through.

“Jeremy!” Grayseth boomed in his customarily loud voice. “It is good to see you again, clan brother!”

Jeremy stood and stepped toward Grayseth who met him with a huge Bear hug. Jeremy felt the breath leave him as his chest was nearly crushed. Grayseth let him go, stepping back with a big grin on his face.

“I knew you would return if it was possible.”

Jeremy nodded. He felt tears form in his eyes upon seeing his long time friend safe and unharmed. “In honor, I could not leave you on that planet.”

“In honor,” Grayseth replied. Then his face took on a more serious look. “How is Marille?”

Jeremy grinned. “Waiting for your safe return. I believe she mentioned wanting to have a lot of cubs as soon as you return.”

Grayseth looked pleased. “How are Kelsey and Katie?”

“Pregnant,” Jeremy replied. “We took your advice and have started our families.”

This pleased Grayseth even more. “It is a wise decision, one I will abide by myself once we return. Now tell me, what has been going on in my absence? Are we at war with the Anti-Life?”

“If we’re not we soon will be,” replied Jeremy. “So far the battles that have occurred could be called skirmishes.” Full-fledged war had yet to begin but Jeremy suspected it was on the horizon.

“All enemy ships have been destroyed,” Aaliss reported. “Fleets are ready to enter hyperspace. I would suggest we do so quickly as I have detected a large Eternal fleet inbound at the edge of our sensor range.”

“Then let’s do so,” ordered Jeremy, with a smile. “It’s time for Grayseth to return to his clan and Marille.”

Moments later the remaining Originator AI battlecruisers and the heavy dreadnoughts made the transition into hyperspace. They had succeeded in their mission and it was time to return home.

Chapter Six

Rear Admiral Kathryn Barnes gazed at the viewscreens showing the galaxies they were flying past. They were still a good week away from their destination, the large star cluster just outside the Triangulum Galaxy. She wished she had the time to stop at Ornellia to check on the progress Admiral Jackson was making in restoring that world. Since the return of the Ornellian refugee fleet the latest reports indicated rapid progress was being made. Perhaps after this mission was over she would be able to find the time to pay the planet a visit.

“All systems are operating normally and the intergalactic hyperdrive is functioning at optimal efficiency,” reported Clarissa.

Kathryn turned her eyes away from the spiral galaxy she had been observing on the main viewscreen. Someday she would like the opportunity to do more exploration. That was one of the things she liked about the Distant Horizon: it was designed not only as a warship but as a research vessel as well.

“What do you think we’ll find in that star cluster?” asked Commander Anne Grissim. She was standing near a tactical display showing the numerous green icons of the fleet.

“Originators, I hope,” Kathryn replied.

“Possibly a city or even a space station,” Camlin added. “All of the evidence we were able to get from Jankel indicates the Originators who fled the dark matter Shrieel had not yet come down with the disease or were in the early stages. They took a number of AIs with them as well as a large number of repair robots. They could have built anything.”

“It could be quite sizable,” said Sible from the helm. “We could be talking about a few thousand Originators to tens of thousands who fled to the star cluster.”

“Sible’s correct,” continued Camlin, her eyes focusing on Kathryn. “We searched the records in the Communications and Transport Hub from the dark matter Shrieel and couldn’t come up with anything. During that time period there was much chaos and many records were lost. We have no idea how many there were or what they might have taken with them.”

“What about the search for other stasis chambers on the Shrieels?” Kathryn knew Jankel was convinced there were some. She had spoken to her father briefly about it before she left on this mission. He seemed optimistic they would eventually find the hidden stasis chambers.

“Leeda and Reesa are conducting research with the aid of additional Originator AIs,” answered Camlin. “They believe if any stasis chambers were constructed they would be well hidden and all traces of their construction deleted from the records. In the final years with all the chaos sweeping across the Shrieels as Originator civilization collapsed, if any had been built those who had taken refuge in those chambers would want them to remain hidden. Even an Originator when faced with death and the end of civilization might be driven to take desperate actions.”

“Such as taking over these stasis chambers for their own use?” surmised Commander Grissim.

“Precisely,” replied Camlin, looking over at Anne. “That’s what’s making the search so difficult. The Shrieels are massive and hidden stasis chambers could be anywhere.”

Kathryn nodded her understanding. “That still doesn’t explain why none of the stasis chambers have opened. Surely when the AIs at the Communications and Transport Hub discovered the cure some of the chambers should have activated.”

Camlin nodded. “It is a mystery, one Reesa and Leeda hope to solve.”

Kathryn looked back at the viewscreen. The spiral-shaped galaxy was rapidly falling behind the Distant Horizon. “Perhaps these lost Originators we’re searching for will hold some of the answers.”

“It’s possible,” said Camlin, her eyes brightening at the thought. “Let’s just hope we find them. We’re going to need them against the Anti-Life.”

Kathryn sighed at the mention of their new enemy. The Anti-Life, or Eternals as they now called themselves, had already proven to be dangerous. Bartoll was of the opinion they needed to find more Originators to complete much of the research the Originator AIs had been working on since the pathogen destroyed Originator civilization. While the AIs were capable of doing the research, it was taking too long. Problems an Originator could solve in a matter of a few hours might take one of the AIs a couple of years. It was one of the reasons it had taken so long for the AIs to finally come up with a cure to the deadly pathogen.

Back at the Communications and Transport Hub, the Avenger had just finished setting down in its berth in the large spacedock. The fleet had returned home in triumph having completed its rescue mission and defeating an Eternal fleet.

“Marille is waiting for you at the Tower,” Ariel said to Grayseth, who was standing next to Jeremy. “She’s excited to see you and happy you’re home.”

“She may have to wait a little longer,” replied Grayseth, a little grumpily. “It is necessary to speak to Bartoll, Governor Barnes, Admiral Calmat, and Admiral Kalen about what transpired on the Warrior’s Pride as well as on the planet. My duties must come before my personal desires.”

“We’ll try to make it short,” promised Jeremy, knowing how impatient Grayseth was to see Marille and to return to the Bears’ new city. Jeremy was going to insist Grayseth take a few months off from his duty to the fleet and spend it with Marille and his clan. Calmat could fill in for him for the time being.

“I have a message from Leeda,” said Aaliss, looking surprised. “She and Reesa want to meet with you as soon as possible.”

Jeremy felt a chill run down his back. He knew Leeda and Reesa were researching the possibility of other hidden stasis chambers on the Dyson Spheres including the four at the Communications and Transport Hub.

“She is also requesting the presence of Major Wilde.”

Jeremy felt his heart skip a beat at this. If Leeda wanted Major Wilde there, it seemed to indicate this was going to involve some type of military operation which needed Marines or combat robots. Just what had Leeda and Reesa discovered?

Jeremy looked over at Aaliss. “Tell Leeda we have several other matters to attend to and then we’ll meet. Ariel, inform Major Wilde we’ll be needing her presence at the Tower. Tell her it involves Leeda and Reesa.”

Brenda made her way to the Tower and then to one of the upper floors where she was supposed to meet Leeda, Reesa, and Fleet Admiral Strong. She had a strong suspicion this involved either the missing Originators or their suspected stasis chambers. Just the fact they had requested her sent a cold chill down her back. She knew from past experience, particularly with Reesa, that the young Alton research scientist always managed to get herself into danger. Now she was dragging Leeda along as well.

Reaching the designated level, Brenda stepped out of the elevator and walked down the well lit hallway to the room where the meeting was to be held. It had been nearly three hours since she had been told about this and she was burning with curiosity. Opening the door she went inside, finding Leeda, Reesa, Bartoll, Jankel, Fleet Admiral Strong, Governor Barnes, and Admiral Kalen sitting at a small conference table. There was also another Originator she was not familiar with.

“I’m not late, am I?” asked Brenda, feeling she had made an error.

“No, Major,” Jeremy responded with a slight smile. “The rest of us just got here a little early.”

Feeling relieved Brenda took the only remaining seat across from Fleet Admiral Strong. Maybe now she would find out what was going on.

“We’re all here,” Jeremy said, looking down the table at Leeda and Reesa. “Care to explain why the two of you insisted on this meeting?” Jeremy was prepared for anything as he knew the two had a history of finding what others could not.

Reesa took a deep breath. “We’ve discovered a possible conspiracy involving a small group of Originator AIs. It’s possible this group has been acting on orders given to them by the Defenders of Zorn not to allow any hidden stasis chambers to open.”

“What?” said Bartoll, his eyes widening in disbelief. “That can’t be possible. It would have to involve thousands of AIs to include all the Shrieels. We would know about it if such a conspiracy existed.”

“We believe it did at the very beginning,” Leeda said. She gestured to the other Originator at the table. “This is Faboll Lavar and he has been helping us in our research. I’ll let him explain what we found.” Faboll was a computer specialist and AI programmer who had been on the Seeker.

The Originator took a deep breath and then began to speak. “When Leeda and Reesa first approached me about helping in their research I did not expect to find anything. However, as I examined computer files in the archives of the hub from the time of the pathogen something became very clear: a number of the files had been tampered with. A very large number of files.”

“Tampered with?” asked Bartoll, looking confused. The archives on the Communications and Transport Hub held information from all the Shrieels and bases of the Originators. The amount of information stored was massive. “In what way?”

“Dates changed, missing information, and other inconsistencies,” Faboll explained. “As near as I can tell, the Defenders of Zorn managed to reprogram a number of our AIs to do their bidding. I finally managed to locate one of the affected AIs two days ago and bring it in for study. What I discovered is astonishing.”

“You’re not going to like this,” Reesa said grimly. “It shocked all of us when we found out what had been changed in the AI’s programming. We’ve restricted that knowledge to just those of us in this room as well as the other Originator AIs who have been helping us in our research.”

Jeremy looked over at Faboll waiting for him to explain. He was already coming to realize he wasn’t going to like what he was about to hear.

“Evidently the Defenders of Zorn became aware of an effort on nearly every Shrieel to preserve some Originators until a cure could be found. Many Originators believed the Dominator would return with the cure while still others believed it would come from the research being done at the Communications and Transport Hub.”

“It was eventually discovered here at the hub,” Bartoll said. “Those of us on the Dominator might have discovered the cure if not for the interference of the Defenders of Zorn using the ship to conduct military research.”

“When it became apparent the Dominator might not return in time, all research into the pathogen was transferred to the hub,” continued Faboll. “It was assumed the AIs would eventually find a cure from the many threads of research started by Originator research scientists. It was believed at least one or more of those research threads would eventually lead to a cure. Once that was done some Originators who were in the early stages of the disease would be awoken and distribute the cure to the necessary facilities on the Shrieels which contained stasis chambers.”

Bartoll looked perplexed. “That would indicate there are some hidden stasis chambers here at the hub.”

“Yes,” Leeda answered. “Probably quite a few since they would be responsible for distributing the cure.”

“When did all of this take place?” asked Jeremy.

“Toward the end,” Faboll answered. “You must understand most of my people believed a cure would be found before the pathogen completed its deadly work. When a cure was found there would still be billions of Originators who had not yet succumbed. When it became apparent the cure wasn’t going to be discovered in time, the remaining leaders of the Originator Council began making preparations to save what they could of the race. On nearly every Shrieel, secret facilities were constructed and those who were the least affected by the pathogen were put into stasis. Great care was taken to ensure those facilities remained secret and secure. In the last days mobs of dying Originators searched for some of the facilities as rumors of their existence spread. Many of our cities were damaged and almost destroyed in the rioting. Those have all been rebuilt by the repair robots and our AIs. We’re not certain, due to the missing data, but we believe the surviving council members ordered the combat robots in our warships activated and sent them to the surface to eliminate the remaining Originators to prevent the discovery of the stasis facilities.”

“They ordered our own people killed?” asked Bartoll in disbelief. “I can’t believe any member of the council would approve such an order.”

“They were desperate and the situation called for extreme measures if they wanted to ensure the survival of our race,” Faboll replied. “They couldn’t allow the mobs to find the hidden facilities so they killed the few surviving Originators. They took great pains to hide this information and to reprogram all the AIs not to remember. Then the surviving council members went into stasis.”

“How many?” gasped Bartoll, his face turning pale. “How many of our people were killed?”

Faboll hesitated and then answered. “From the research I’ve done it appears to have been several hundred million. It was toward the very end and most of those not in stasis chambers were in the last stages of the disease.”

“That’s worse than what the Anti-Life threatened to do to us,” Bartoll said, finding it hard to accept Originators could do such a horrible thing.

“It was a decision aimed at saving your race,” Jeremy said after a few moments. “Those few hundred million were already dying. Your council made a hard decision. Whether it was right or wrong we won’t know until we find one of those hidden facilities.” Jeremy turned back to Faboll. “What else did you discover from the Originator AI? There must be more.”

“The Defenders of Zorn managed to ensure every Shrieel had a number of their specially programmed AIs. These AIs were tasked with finding all of the hidden facilities and making sure the Originators inside did not awaken until Zorn and his group had control of the Shrieels. They may have searched for hundreds of thousands of years until they found them all.”

“So when word of the successful development of a cure was broadcast to all the Shrieels, none of the hidden facilities activated because the renegade AIs had found them and ensured the automatic awakening sequences were turned off,” said Brenda with a look of understanding.

“Precisely,” said Faboll. “The Originators in the Shrieels continued in stasis unaware of what was happening around them.”

Brenda looked more confused. “Why didn’t the Defenders of Zorn stasis facility on the dark matter Shrieel not activate when a cure was found? Surely they received the same message as all the others.”

Reesa shook her head. “We don’t know. Something went wrong with their plan and we have no idea what it was. We may never know since the dark matter Shrieel was destroyed.”

“What about the Originator AIs the Defenders of Zorn reprogrammed?” asked Governor Barnes, sounding concerned. “Are they dangerous?”

“No,” Faboll answered. “They were only programmed to find the hidden stasis facilities and deactivate the automatic awakening sequence.”

Admiral Kalen’s eyes narrowed sharply. “What would happen if a member of the Defenders of Zorn came into contact with one of these AIs? Could he gain control of it?”

“You’re thinking of Commander Alvord and the four others who refused to renounce the philosophy of Zorn,” Bartoll said worriedly. “Faboll, what would happen? Alvord has been demanding access to a small ship ever since his awakening.”

Faboll looked surprised at this question. “I’m not sure. In order for Alvord to be able to take command of an AI in such a manner would indicate the AI or AIs had been programmed to recognize his command authority.”

“Do you still have possession of the AI?” asked Jeremy. That’s all they would need would be an AI revolt in the middle of trying to decide what to do about the Eternals.

“Yes,” Faboll replied. “It’s been temporarily deactivated. I will examine the AI’s programming further to see if such a command exists.”

Jeremy looked over at Bartoll. “I don’t trust Alvord. There has to be some reason why he wants that ship.”

“Is it possible there’s another hidden facility of the Defenders of Zorn?” asked Jankel who had been quietly listening.

Bartoll looked over at Jeremy. “It could be,” he admitted. “Zorn may have built other facilities besides the large one on the dark matter Shrieel.”

“Is there any way we could trace a ship if we turned one over to Alvord?” asked Jeremy.

“Alvord is a smart commander,” Jankel said. “He would be expecting us to try to follow him. He would take precautions. I would not recommend allowing him access to a ship.” Jankel looked intently at Bartoll. “If I were you, I would put Alvord and those still loyal to him back in stasis. He’s a danger as long as he’s awake.”

Jeremy shifted his eyes back to Leesa and Reesa. “Are any of these AIs originally programmed to search for these hidden stasis chambers still functioning?” Jeremy wondered just how many there might be.

“We are extremely long-lived,” answered Leeda. “But it is doubtful if any still survive. The AI currently in our possession has only been active for twelve thousand years.”

“Then how did it receive its programming?” Jeremy felt confused.

“We have several facilities where we create new Originator AIs,” explained Bartoll. “When an AI reaches a point where it needs to be replaced another similar AI is constructed and some basic core memories are transferred from the old AI to the new.”

“I myself have been through this procedure over twenty times,” Leeda said. “It allows us to retain our core personality and those memories we find necessary to our being. It is possible the programming the Defenders of Zorn emplaced in the original AIs was carried on to the new ones.”

Jeremy was surprised by this. He had assumed many of the Originator AIs had been around for millions of years such as Kazak and Albate. Albate was the military AI on board the Seeker.

“In all likelihood the knowledge of where these hidden stasis facilities are located is retained by only a small group of AIs,” Faboll said. “Probably only two or three on each Shrieel. Most of the others likely lost their special programming once all the facilities were found. A few, such as the one we have in our possession, were kept around in case a facility was missed. The fact that none opened when the cure was discovered seems to indicate the AIs did manage to find all of them.”

“In the beginning there were probably hundreds of thousands of AIs searching for the hidden stasis chambers,” explained Leeda. “You must remember that Zorn was a council member and could very easily have had numerous AIs reprogrammed. Over the years that number probably shrank as fewer were needed to seek out the chambers. I would guess now, from the research Faboll has done, we are talking only about a few thousand perhaps less.

“How do we find these AIs?” asked Jeremy. This sounded like a potentially dangerous situation.

“We can’t,” Bartoll said. “There are over two hundred million Originator AIs. Those we seek may be well hidden.”

Jeremy stared intently at Leeda and Reesa. “I want one of those AIs found!”

Brenda suddenly thought of a possible solution. “What would happen if we spread a rumor that we have discovered a hidden stasis facility?”

Faboll nodded as he considered Brenda’s suggestion. “It might lure one of the AIs we’re seeking to the facility to inspect it to see why it hadn’t activated.”

“It would have to look authentic,” Bartoll said, his brow furrowing in a deep frown. “We could not risk using any of our AIs to construct it since we don’t know if any may have been reprogrammed.”

“The Altons could help,” suggested Jeremy. “There are bound to be a few AIs we can trust such as those working with Leeda and Reesa. There may be others as well.”

“Our repair robots could do much of the work,” said Bartoll. “They can easily be programmed to construct the facility and then their programming erased so they would not remember what they had built.”

“I would limit the use of our AIs to just those in our research group,” suggested Faboll.

“Could you scan an AI prior to having it work on the facility to make sure we’re picking ones we can trust?” asked Admiral Kalen. “It is possible they could have infiltrated your group. We don’t know for sure how many of these rogue AIs there may be. It may be a few dozen to hundreds or even thousands.”

Faboll thought for a moment and then slowly nodded. “Yes, it would be possible.”

“Jeremy shifted his eyes over to Major Wilde. “Major, I’m reassigning you to this project. You will be in charge of security. I believe Captain Werner can handle your Marines for the time being.”

Brenda nodded. “We have a major assault on a Dyson Sphere vortex Control Center coming up shortly. I’m sure he can handle it.” Once this assault was over, only two would still be controlled by the Simulins.

“Very well,” said Jeremy. “Let’s find one of those AIs. There may be more surviving Originators than we thought possible.”

“I hope so,” Bartoll said. “We’re going to need them to conduct research if we want to win this coming war with the Eternals.”

Brenda let out a deep breath. Why was it anything involving Reesa was always dangerous? Once again they were going up against the unknown. Brenda wondered where this security detail would take her. With Reesa, there was always the unknown and nothing ever went as planned.

In the Median Galaxy, Fleet Commander Norlan was studying the videos from Fleet Commander Solten’s battle with the Originator vessels. Norlan was still feeling angry over the failure to capture the survivors from the original battle in that system. He had already ordered the commanders of the two battlecruisers tasked with finding those survivors to be demoted. They would spend some time working in the mines in the Stralon Star Cluster as mine supervisors. It was dirty and hard work and would serve as suitable punishment. Mine supervisors also had a very high mortality rate.

“Why would they risk so many ships to rescue whoever was on that planet?” asked Second Commander Telan. “It makes no logical sense.”

“There must have been someone of high rank stranded there,” Norlan answered. “They nuked the site to ensure we recovered no useful intelligence. I am starting to think this proxy race the Originator AIs have come up with may be far more dangerous than we originally thought.”

“In another eight days we will have nine thousand Eternal battlecruisers in our fleet. We will find out then how dangerous this race is.”

“I am concerned the council is not taking this threat as seriously as it needs to. This fleet could have been assembled in a matter of a few days. By waiting to launch our attack on the Shrieel in Galaxy X-938, we have given them time to prepare. We are still too focused on extending our empire into other galaxies. Those resources and ships should have been used against Galaxy X-938 instead.”

Telan nodded and then spoke. “I am not sure whether they are underestimating the enemy or just being cautious. After all, these are Originator AIs and they have demonstrated their technology is on an even par with ours. With their Shrieels and the galaxies they control, we may find ourselves fighting a very dangerous adversary. That’s what our mission will determine. I’m sure if we return and inform the council the Originator AIs and this proxy race are far more dangerous than thought, the council would send the necessary ships and resources to deal with the threat.”

Norlan shifted his eyes to the viewscreens, showing numerous ships of his fleet. Hundreds of the four-kilometer-long battlecruisers were visible. It would be the most powerful fleet he had ever commanded.

“Nevertheless, we are the Eternals and have the resources of over ten thousand galaxies at our command. We are superior to our ancestors, the Originators, in every way. Our lifespans are far greater, our mental capacity is more, and we could crush them with our physical strength. If they still existed there is no doubt in my mind they would cower in fear before us.”

“We are the Eternals,” responded Telan. “In time, we will teach the Originator AIs what real military power is. Perhaps this proxy race the AIs have found can be useful. Once they realize our power and accept us as their rulers they can be put to good use.”

“Perhaps,” Norlan replied. “There is much about them we don’t know. In time, we will learn where they come from and their numbers. If they can be useful to our race, we will teach them what it means to serve the Eternals. If not, then their world or worlds will die.”

Norlan watched as a number of spatial vortexes formed and ten more battlecruisers emerged. His fleet was growing and soon it would be time to test it against the Originator AIs, their proxy race, and the weapons of the Shrieel. The Eternals were coming and there was nothing the forces of Galaxy X-938 could do to stop them. This proxy race was about to learn what real power was.

Jeremy was back home with Kelsey. Ariel was present also in her holographic form.

“I just overheard Katie tell Kevin she’s having twins,” Ariel said excitedly. “Kevin’s face is quite pale.”

Jeremy laughed. “I can imagine. Why don’t you give them some privacy? I’m sure they have a lot to talk about.”

Ariel looked crestfallen but nodded. She enjoyed spending time with any member of the Special Five.

“Angela’s going in for a pregnancy test in a few more days,” Kelsey announced. “She’s pretty sure she’s pregnant.”

“That will make five!” Ariel said jubilantly, her dark eyes glinting with excitement. “I can’t wait to tell Clarissa.”

“Speaking of Clarissa, have you heard anything back from the Distant Horizon?” asked Kelsey.

Jeremy knew Kelsey wished she could have gone on the mission but due to her pregnancy had stayed home. It was the same with Katie.

Jeremy sat down in his favorite recliner. “They haven’t arrived there yet but should shortly. I’m hoping to know something by the end of the week. We did send a message informing them of the successful rescue of Grayseth.”

Kelsey nodded as she sat down on the sofa with Ariel coming over and sitting down next to her. Ariel had become quite adept at making her holographic form seem real.

“How’s progress on your new exploration dreadnought coming?” Jeremy knew both Kelsey and Katie were spending a lot of time working on their new project.

“Bartoll has been really helpful. He’s assigned a number of Originator AIs to help in the design as well as two Originators. The latter are Damold Brim, who is a research scientist and ship construction expert, and Arian Pantol who’s done a lot of research on galactic phenomena and is the head of their department of intergalactic studies. We have an entire floor in the Tower dedicated to designing and then building the ship.”

Jeremy was surprised at this. He knew there were a number of floors in the Tower not being used. “How soon before you actually start building the ship?”

“Six or eight months,” replied Kelsey, pursing her lips. “We need Andram and Clarissa to help with a few things but we can work around their absence for now.”

“What type of crew are you envisioning?” Jeremy hadn’t told Kelsey he was considering Rear Admiral Barnes as the ship’s commanding officer. He wanted to talk to Kathryn first before he mentioned that.

“A combination of all three races we have here on the Dyson Sphere,” Kelsey replied. “Humans and Altons will make up most of the crew with a Carethian security force. Pack Leader Belal has volunteered to lead the security force.”

Jeremy nodded. “Isn’t he the one who led the Carethian security force when you first came to the Triangulum Galaxy in the Distant Horizon?”

“Yes,” Kelsey answered a little sheepishly. “Belal and twenty of his clansman came on board. He’s very good at what he does and extremely loyal.”

Jeremy knew Belal had supported Kelsey when she briefly mutinied and took command of the exploration dreadnought to save the ship. He would be a good choice and ensure Kelsey and the others stayed safe.

“Have you spoken to Marille since Grayseth returned?”

Kelsey grinned. “I understand their bonding as mates is scheduled for next week. She’s been quite busy making preparations. There has been a lot of celebrating in the Carethian city over Grayseth’s return.”

Jeremy grinned. “Yes, I’ve heard the same thing. We will be attending the bonding ceremony.”

Kelsey already knew that. “I need to go shopping so I will have something appropriate to wear. I’m going to call Katie and Angela. I’m sure they need some new clothes as well.”

Jeremy grimaced. What was it with women and clothes? At every big event they always managed to claim they had nothing to wear. “I’m sure they’ll be excited to hear from you, but before you call Katie I would give them some time. I’m sure at the moment Kevin is still in a state of shock.”

“He is,” confirmed Ariel. “I only looked in briefly. Should I make reservations for all of you to go out and celebrate?”

Jeremy looked over at Kelsey who nodded.

“Sure,” Jeremy answered. “But give Kevin another hour to come to grips with his new situation and then you can tell him and Katie about the reservations. Make sure to include Angela and Brace as well.”

Jeremy leaned back in his recliner. It was good to be back home, at least for a while.

Kathryn was in her quarters on the Distant Horizon sleeping when she was nearly thrown out of her bed. Almost instantly, the Condition One alarms began sounding and Commander Grissim’s voice came over the ship-wide comm announcing the setting of Condition One throughout the fleet. A moment later her personal comm next to her bed began buzzing.

Reaching out Kathryn pressed the button, activating the device. “What is it?” she asked as she began to put on a clean uniform. She would have been up in another thirty minutes as the fleet was scheduled to drop out of hyperspace near the star cluster shortly. It was why Commander Grissim was in the Command Center so early monitoring their approach.

“We don’t know,” Anne replied. “The entire fleet has been thrown out of hyperspace. Camlin and Jolban believe it might be some type of hyperspace interference field surrounding the star cluster.”

“Like the one around the Eternals’ galaxy?”

“The same,” answered Anne. “They’re doing some checking now along with Andram and Clarissa. We should know more shortly.”

“Very well, I’m on my way.”

As Kathryn made her way to the Command Center, she couldn’t help but think this might be a positive sign the lost Originators were indeed in this star cluster. Who else could have built a hyperspace interference field around an entire star cluster?

As she stepped inside the Command Center, she noticed immediately how intent everyone was at their consoles. “Status?”

Andram looked away from his science console. The venerated Alton scientist had been on nearly all the Distant Horizon’s missions. “We’ve established there is a hyperspace interference field around the star cluster. As near as we can tell from our scans, it begins about ten light years from the cluster and extends out for another twenty. Any ship that encounters the field instantly loses the ability to travel in hyperspace. We’re only about half a light-year into the field due to our speed. Slower vessels would be right at the edge and could probably use their subspace drives to eventually escape.”

“Admiral Pence reports all of his ships are affected,” said Captain Travers from Communications. “They have the use of their gravity drives but that’s all.”

“Commander Zafron reports the Dominator is affected as well,” Clarissa said. “Kazak is testing various devices on the Dominator to see if he can find a way around the field.”

“The Dominator,” said Shilum Torre, looking thoughtful. Shilum was an Alton and well versed in hyperspace studies. She had been working with the Originators studying their knowledge of hyperspace ever since they had arrived at the Communications and Transport Hub. “Is it possible if this field was put up by the lost Originators they would recognize the Dominator? After all, it was sent out to find a cure. Wouldn’t it make sense that it would be the Dominator that would come seeking them?”

Kathryn sat down in her command chair. “Camlin, what do you think?”

“We could have the Dominator broadcast a wide band hyperspace signal toward the cluster identifying who we are and see if we get any response.”

“I’m detecting some very large space stations around the cluster,” added Captain Reynolds. “Our sensors only reach partially into the cluster and we can only scan part of this side of the hyperspace interference field, but we are detecting three large space stations. All indications are they are the source of the hyperspace interference. They are also surrounded by stealth fields.”

“Just like the ones around the Eternals’ galaxy,” said Camlin as she studied the long-range scans.

“Clarissa, inform Commander Zafron and Kazak of our findings. Also suggest they send a wide band broadcast toward the star cluster informing them of who we are.”

“I would suggest we send the same broadcast to the space stations,” said Clarissa, her deep blue eyes focusing on Kathryn. “We might get a quicker response from one of them.”

Kathryn nodded. “Make it so.”

For several tense minutes they waited. The hyperspace interference field remained intact and then suddenly, with no warning, it vanished.

“Interference field is gone,” confirmed Clarissa.

“The hyperdrive is functional,” reported Sible, looking pleased.

“Commander Zafron reports they have received a message from one of the stations,” reported Captain Travers. “We are not to approach any of the space stations but are to proceed into the cluster. He has a set of coordinates we’re to go to.”

“We found them!” Camlin said excitedly, her eyes lighting up. “We’ve found the lost Originators.”

“Perhaps,” said Nomar Krill, who had remained silent throughout all of this. “I have been examining the nearest space station and it does seem to be of Originator design. There are some design modifications I am not familiar with. I’ve also detected powerful offensive and defensive weapons.”

Kathryn looked around at her expectant crew. “We will proceed to the specified coordinates and see what’s there. The fleet will stay at Condition One. I want the Dominator to take the lead since it is probably recognizable to the Originators who built these space stations.”

“I’ll notify Cynthia we may soon be in contact with the lost Originators,” Nomar said. “She will need to begin making plans for dispersing the cure for the pathogen.”

“It may still be a while,” cautioned Kathryn. “So far we just have a set of coordinates.”

Nomar nodded. “I am aware of that. But Cynthia should be notified so she can be prepared.”

“Very well,” Kathryn replied. She then turned her attention to Clarissa and Camlin. “We have no idea what we may be facing when we arrive at these coordinates. We must be prepared for anything. Clarissa, I want you to monitor the long-range sensors for anything that might be unusual in any of the nearby star systems once we arrive at our destination. Camlin, I have a strong suspicion if there is a welcoming party it will be made up of Originator AIs. If that is so, then you and Kazak may need to establish contact with them. Once we’ve established who they are and who they represent we will allow Commander Zafron to reveal himself. There will be no discussion or mention of the cure until we find out more information.”

Camlin nodded in agreement.

Kathryn turned her attention to Sible who was at the Helm. “Sible, take the fleet to the designated coordinates. Make sure the Dominator is in the lead.” Another reason for having the Dominator go first was because it was their most powerful warship. If this were a trap, the Dominator would be the most likely ship able to detect it and escape.

Sible used her neural interface to communicate with the ship’s computer as well as its navigation system. Moments later the fleet jumped back into hyperspace, only this time they were using their normal hyperspace drive and not the intergalactic one since they were so close to their destination.

The minutes passed rapidly by as the fleet flashed up to and then entered the star cluster. It didn’t take long to reach the designated coordinates where the entire fleet dropped out of hyperspace, the Dominator first followed by all the other ships.

“Are we detecting anything on the sensors?” asked Kathryn as she gazed at the viewscreens. All they showed were the various ships of her fleet.

“Nothing,” reported Captain Reynolds, sounding confused. “There’s nothing out there.”

“Clarissa?”

“Nothing,” Clarissa said after a moment, looking mystified. “There are a few planets in this star system but no sign of any artificial constructions. As near as I can tell from our sensors, there’s nothing here.”

Commander Grissim looked over at Kathryn. “Why send us here if the system is empty?”

At that moment the lights in the Command Center went out, the consoles died, and life support faded away to silence.

“We’ve lost all power,” Andram said from the darkness. “None of our consoles are functioning. Even the emergency systems are down.”

“We’re totally defenseless,” Commander Grissim said with concern. “No energy screen or weapons.”

Kathryn remained silent for several moments and then spoke. “Well, obviously something is here, we just can’t detect it. We just have to hope it’s not a threat.”

“What do we do?” asked Sible from the Helm.

It was strange to be talking to everyone in the darkness. Kathryn could see absolutely nothing. With a deep sigh of resignation, she replied. “We wait. Eventually whoever is doing this will want to make contact. For now we are in their power and it is up to them to make the next move.”

Kathryn leaned back in her command chair. So far this mission was turning out far different than anyone expected. She wondered what other surprises awaited them in this star cluster.

Chapter Seven

For what seemed like an hour Kathryn sat in the dark. The crew spoke in whispers as if afraid they would be overheard by some enemy. The air was already getting more difficult to breathe as the carbon dioxide content slowly increased. With surprise Kathryn saw the hatch to the Command Center suddenly open and Nomar stepped inside holding a light. Four Marines were behind him and it was evident from the tools they carried they had helped force the heavy metal hatch open.

“Admiral, I believe you might want some light,” said Nomar with a smile.

“How?” Kathryn asked. They had tried everything in the Command Center and nothing had worked. Even the emergency hand lights were dead. Whatever had struck the ship had drained it of all power and was keeping it drained.

“It was quite simple,” Nomar said as he stepped over to the life support console and began wiring in a small device he was carrying. “All of our AIs are still functioning which indicated to me their internal power sources were still operating.” Nomar finished his work and pressing a button on the console caused it to come to life. “The power source in our AIs is shielded to prevent detection. I rigged up a similar shield on this small power device and it worked.”

“What did you use for light?” asked Commander Grissim, sounding mystified. It had been pitch black in the Command Center.

Nomar’s smile broadened. “I lit a small fire. It furnished enough light to allow me to complete this small device. I was a little concerned about the oxygen though as the fire was steadily consuming it. Once I finished the device I rounded up a few of your Marines and came straight to the Command Center. I was afraid you might be getting a little low on air by now.”

Kathryn heard the life support system activate as fresh air began coming through the vents. “Can we do this to shield one of our antimatter chambers?” Kathryn new the main life support systems were still not functioning. The one Nomar had activated was an emergency one for the Command Center only.

“Jolban is already working on it along with some other AIs and your own engineers. We should have some power back shortly.”

Kathryn was deeply concerned. There were compartments on the ship small enough that there would soon be a shortage of oxygen. All across the fleet it would be the same. This loss of power could very easily cause a widespread loss of life.

“Why did they do this?” asked Commander Grissim, her eyes narrowing sharply. “It makes no sense.”

“They’re testing us and perhaps studying us at the same time trying to determine if we are a danger,” suggested Camlin.

Even as Camlin spoke, the power came back on as all the consoles in the Command Center began to function once more. A look of relief spread across the faces of the command crew.

“We have sufficient power for the shields and weapons,” reported Major Weir.

“Activate our energy shield but hold off on the weapons for now,” ordered Kathryn, leaning forward in her command chair. “I want to know what’s going on first. I want the tactical displays up as well as the viewscreens.”

“Tactical displays coming up,” reported Commander Grissim.

“Captain Reynolds, is there anything out there?”

“Four ships of Originator design,” Reynolds reported as four red threat icons suddenly blossomed on one of the tactical displays. All four ships were around the Dominator.

“Ships are Originator battlecruisers,” added Camlin as she studied one of the two-thousand-meter vessels now showing on the main viewscreen. The viewscreen covered three walls of the Command Center but could be set to show multiple views as it was now. “They are the same as the ones we use. I see no major updates or changes. These have to be ships of the lost Originators.”

“The Dominator still has power,” reported Captain Reynolds as he studied his sensors.

“Captain Travers, see if you can raise the Dominator,” ordered Kathryn, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I want to speak with Commander Zafron.” Why did the Dominator still have power or had they figured out a way around the energy drain problem?

A moment passed and then Commander Zafron’s voice came over the comm. “Rear Admiral Barnes, I see you have come up with a solution to your loss of power.”

“Yes,” replied Kathryn. “Nomar came up with a method to shield one of our antimatter chambers.”

“They are using an energy siphoning field similar to the one the Dominator has but much more powerful,” explained Zafron. “Since the Dominator is larger and has more antimatter chambers it took longer for us to lose power. Before our last antimatter chamber was affected, we managed to erect an energy shield around the ship to counteract the field. Right after that the four ships you see around the Dominator appeared. So far they have not responded to Kazak’s communication efforts. They are also blocking AI communication between ships or we would have contacted you through Camlin. We are targeting them with our weapons, which I’m certain they’ve noticed. I don’t believe they want to tangle with my ship.”

Kathryn leaned back in her command chair wondering what to do next. “Can you have Kazak send the information on your protective energy shield to Andram and Nomar? We need to do the same thing over here and then figure out a way to get the information to our other ships.”

“Kazak’s sending the information to Andram’s science console. I would suggest you allow me to inform them of who I am. If there are Originator AIs in command of those ships they are bound to recognize my authority. It will be in their programming.”

Kathryn thought over Zafron’s suggestion. She didn’t see how they had any other choice. “Do so, and keep me informed of developments.” She knew time was rapidly running out on the other ships.

“I’ve got the frequency for the energy shield the Dominator is using to protect them from the energy siphoning field,” reported Andram. Both he and Nomar were studying the information and discussing how to implement it on the Distant Horizon.

The Distant Horizon had the same triplex energy shield as the Avenger but due to the current power shortage was only protected by a single shield. Kathryn would feel better when the full energy shield was activated.

“Got it,” Nomar said as he and Andram finished talking. He stepped over to Major Weir’s console and began imputing some commands.

“New shield is up,” reported Major Weir in a relieved voice.

“Additional power is coming online,” added Commander Grissim.

“Triplex energy shield activated,” reported Major Weir.

“I have incoming Originator battlecruisers,” reported Captain Reynolds in alarm. “Range is twelve light years and they are closing fast. Estimated number is over four hundred.”

“Where are the other exploration dreadnoughts?” asked Kathryn with concern in her voice. The exploration dreadnoughts were her most heavily crewed ships. They also had heavier weapons than the Originator battle cruisers Admiral Pence commanded. “Where’s the Lancelot?”

“Just behind us,” answered Clarissa. “I’m detecting power beginning to emit from the Lancelot.” The Lancelot was a heavy dreadnought and Admiral Pence’s flagship.

“There are a number of Originator AIs as well as a few Altons on the Lancelot,” Commander Grissim said. “They must have figured out how to get some of their power back the same as we did.”

“Clarissa, see if you can contact the Lancelot and inform Admiral Pence what he needs to do to erect a shield to protect his vessel from the energy siphoning field.” If Pence could get full power back to the Lancelot Kathryn would feel better. Between the Distant Horizon, the Dominator, and the Lancelot she could defend her fleet. It might force whoever was behind this attack on their power to reconsider.

Several more minutes passed and suddenly the energy shields snapped on around the Lancelot.

“Lancelot has full power restored,” Commander Grissim reported. It’s moving into position to protect the four Originator construction ships.”

“Good,” said Kathryn. They would need those four ships to construct an Accelerator Ring. If not they would have to travel at regular hyperspace speeds to Ornellia where an Accelerator Ring was in orbit above the planet.

“The other Originator battlecruisers are dropping out of hyperspace,” reported Captain Reynolds. “They are forming up directly in front of us at 200,000 kilometers. There is a larger ship in the center of the formation.”

“Some type of command ship,” suggested Commander Grissim.

“Possibly,” replied Kathryn, glancing over at Anne.

“Admiral, I’m picking up increasing power readings across the fleet,” reported Captain Reynolds excitedly. “Our power’s coming back.”

“I have a message from Commander Zafron,” said Captain Travers. “He’s managed to establish communication with an Originator AI on one of the battlecruisers. We’re being told to remain at our current position until they decide what to do. It seems our appearance has caused some confusion.”

“I can understand that,” said Commander Grissim, looking over at Kathryn. “How long has it been since they’ve seen another Originator ship, two million years or more?”

“More like two point two million,” Camlin said. “They must have given up by now on ever hearing from an Originator or any AIs from the Shrieels.”

Reports started coming in from across the fleet. A few personnel were being treated in the medical centers for oxygen deprivation. However, with advanced Originator medical technology everyone was expected to come through okay. All ships now had their energy shields up including the two hundred Originator battlecruisers commanded by Admiral Pence. The ships had also been informed of the necessary field frequency to stop another power drain.

Time passed and Kathryn began to grow impatient. Finally Commander Zafron contacted the Distant Horizon. The Originator AIs in the larger command ship wanted to meet. They were requesting the meeting take place on their ship. Kathryn felt uneasy about this but didn’t see how she had another choice, not if these ships were from the lost Originators.

“Take some Marines,” suggested Commander Grissim, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t trust these AIs, not after what they did to us.”

“Clarissa, Camlin, both of you will be accompanying me,” Kathryn said. “Commander Zafron is bringing Kazak and from what I understand Kazak will be armed.”

“Take a pair of combat robots then,” insisted Commander Grissim. “You are the admiral and we can’t take a risk with your life.”

Kathryn blinked her eyes and finally nodded. “Two combat robots and Lieutenant Barkley to command them.” This seemed to satisfy Commander Grissim who immediately began notifying the Marine lieutenant of his mission.

“Let’s get to the flight bay,” Kathryn said as she turned and began walking toward the hatch. “We have a shuttle to catch.”

The two shuttles from the Distant Horizon and the Dominator both arrived at their destination at the same time. Zafron and Kathryn had decided it was best this way. The shuttles entered the open flight bay, which sealed up once the shuttles were safely inside. The two shuttles sat down next to each other.

“We have a welcoming committee,” pointed out Lieutenant Barkley, looking out a small viewport next to him. “Looks like a full platoon of their own combat robots as well as a number of heavily armed AIs.”

Kathryn looked over at Camlin. “Is it possible they have some military AIs?” From the actions taken against Kathryn’s fleet, it was the only logical conclusion she could come up with.

“Anything is possible,” Camlin conceded. “As I’ve said before, there was much confusion in the final days. It’s possible this group of Originators could have constructed some military AIs to protect whatever type of facility they were going to build in this star cluster. The hyperspace interference field and the warships we’ve encountered seem to go along with that premise.”

Kathryn nodded as the hatch to the shuttle opened and a ramp descended to touch the deck. Lieutenant Barkley descended first followed by the two combat robots. Once at the foot of the ramp he positioned one robot on each side and then stood at attention waiting for Kathryn to come down. Going down the ramp, Kathryn saw Commander Zafron had exited along with Kazak. Both were making their way toward her.

“Admiral,” Commander Zafron said as he came to a stop near her. He gestured toward the Originator AIs and the combat robots, which were their welcoming committee. “Looks as if we’re outnumbered.”

“The tactics I’ve seen so far seems to indicate the presence of at least one military AI,” said Kazak as he gazed at the other AIs now slowly approaching. “There may be more.”

“I’ll guess we’ll soon find out,” Kathryn said. “Commander Zafron, it might be best for you to do the talking since you’re an Originator.”

Zafron nodded and watched as the AIs came to a stop in front of them.

“Identify yourselves,” one of the AIs commanded as it stepped forward closer to Kathryn and Commander Zafron.

“I am Commander Zafron of the Dominator, and this is Rear Admiral Barnes of the Distant Horizon, an ally,” Zafron responded brusquely. “Who are you and by what authority do you give orders to an Originator?”

“By mine,” a weak voice spoke as two AIs entered the bay through an open hatch. They were assisting what looked like an older Originator “I am Belson, commander of this vessel. And I too am an Originator.”

Kathryn looked in surprise. It was obvious Belson was in bad shape. His body looked gaunt as if he hadn’t eaten in a long time. Kathryn was surprised the Originator could even stand. He looked extremely frail. His face was covered with a rash and was badly discolored.

“You have the pathogen,” Kazak said in recognition.

“Kazak,” said Belson, gazing at the military AI. “I am surprised to see you as well as the Dominator. Are you here representing the Defenders of Zorn?”

“No,’ Kazak replied. “The dark matter Shrieel was destroyed and those of Zorn’s people who were in stasis there were killed. We have also found the Seeker, and those on board who were part of the Defenders of Zorn have been taken into custody. The Defenders of Zorn are no longer a threat.”

Belson looked shocked at hearing of the destruction of the Shrieel. “How and who destroyed it?”

“I did,” Kathryn said. “I launched a large number of powerful antimatter missiles into the photosphere of the Shrieel’s sun causing it to go nova. We were fighting a deadly enemy at the time and it was the only way to defeat them.”

Belson turned toward Kathryn as if reconsidering his initial judgment of her. “I see why Commander Zafron considers you an ally if you can destroy a Shrieel.” Belson turned back toward Zafron. “Why have you come here? It has been over two million years and no word has come of the cure. I have waited in stasis on my command ship for the appearance of the Dominator, the Seeker, or another Originator ship for all of that time. None ever came. Why now?”

Zafron took a deep breath. “We have the cure, but there were no records of where you and your people had gone.”

“Only those on the Seeker knew and a few in a hidden stasis facility on the dark matter Shrieel. Once the cure was found they would either bring it to us or send the Dominator. At least that was the original plan until the Defenders of Zorn became involved.”

“From your appearance you are in the last stages of the pathogen,” Zafron said with a trace of concern. “There is an Originator medical specialist on the Distant Horizon and she has the cure with her. Allow her to administer it to you and when you are stronger we can talk more. There are a number of questions we all have.”

Belson seemed to be considering the offer and then he spoke. “How many of our people are on the Shrieels now? Have they recovered from the pathogen to the point that our civilization is alive and vibrant once more?”

“No,” Zafron replied sadly. “It was only recently the Dominator was discovered and I was awoken. The survivors of my crew were in stasis when Rear Admiral Barnes discovered my ship adrift in an asteroid field. She was also involved in discovering the hidden location of the Seeker. At the moment there are less than one thousand of us alive at the Communications and Transport Hub.”

Belson looked sorrowfully at Zafron. “Then the pathogen almost won. It nearly wiped out our people.”

Commander Zafron nodded. “We have been searching for clues as to where your people went, and it was only when we discovered the Seeker that Jankel informed us of where you had gone. We set out immediately to find you as we desperately need more of our people at the hub.”

“That sounds ominous,” Belson said. “What has happened? Are more of the Shrieels in danger? Our AIs and repair robots should have been able to maintain them indefinitely.”

“It’s the Anti-Life,” Zafron said. “They’ve escaped from their galaxy and are ravaging the universe. We fear that hundreds, perhaps thousands of galaxies have already fallen to them.”

“The Anti-Life,” repeated Belson, his face turning even paler. “That is a word I had hoped never to hear again.” He looked over at the AIs and then nodded. “I will take you up on your offer to take the cure. If it works and I survive then I will take you to my people.”

“How many are we talking about?” asked Kathryn. She hoped there were at least several thousand.

Belson forced a weak smile. “We are the Originators and we do nothing in a small way. There are twelve million of our people in stasis waiting to be revived.”

Kathryn felt herself sway in shock. “Twelve million!”

“Yes,” Belson answered. “Now, if you will take me to your ship and administer the cure we can continue. My two AIs will accompany me. Both are military AIs and will be able to ascertain if I am being misled in any way. At the current stage of the disease, I recognize my mental faculties are not what they once were. I could be easily fooled.”

“Then let us go to the Distant Horizon,” Kathryn said. “I’ll send word to Cynthia we are bringing her a patient.”

“Cynthia? I knew a Cynthia that went on the Seeker. Is it the same woman?”

“Yes,” replied Zafron, nodding. “She was the only Cynthia on the vessel.”

“She was a good person,” Belson said slowly. “It speaks well for you that she is present.”

“Then let us go,” Kathryn said. She felt excited at what Belson had revealed. Twelve million Originators were far more than anyone had expected. She could imagine Bartoll’s excitement when he heard the news.

It took nearly a week for Belson to fully recover from the effects of the deadly pathogen. When he did he looked much younger and healthier. Kathryn knew part of this was due to the use of organic nanites to restore the organs of his body and give him back his strength. The medical science of the Originators never ceased to amaze her. She was well aware of it since her own body had been severely injured when the dark matter Shrieel had been destroyed and the shattered wreck of the Distant Horizon made its desperate journey to the Communications and Transport Hub.

When Belson felt he had improved enough to speak of what occurred in the star cluster as well as the dark matter Shrieel he summoned Kathryn, Commander Zafron, Kazak, Camlin, Nomar, and Cynthia to a meeting.

Kathryn was ready as they had been sitting in the same star system the entire time. She was anxious to see where the Originators were hidden as well as what type of facilities they had built.

Entering the conference room which had been prepared for the meeting, Kathryn took her seat along with the others. Both of Belson’s military AIs were present as well. During the entire week of his recovery at least one of them had been at his side the entire time. The other had been speaking and asking questions of the various Originator AIs and command crew of the Distant Horizon. Camlin and Clarissa had even allowed both AIs to access the ship’s main computer memory core, though Camlin and Clarissa had carefully monitored the intrusions.

Belson looked around the table before beginning. “I am greatly surprised at the presence of Humans and Altons on Originator designed warships. However, Sabor and Anthon have confirmed how important the two races have become to the surviving people of our race. I don’t foresee this being a problem, particularly since Bartoll is a senior member of the Originator Council and has the authority to make such a decision.”

“How did your people come to be here in this star cluster?” asked Kathryn.

Belson’s eyes focused on Kathryn. “After years passed and there was no evidence the Dominator was making any progress in finding a cure, it was decided we could not risk allowing our race to die out. As you know some of us had arranged for the Seeker to follow the Dominator and monitor it in case a cure was found but kept from the rest of us by the followers of Zorn.”

“The commander of the Dominator was a follower,” confirmed Zafron. “I found that out from Jankel.”

“Some even found their way onto the Seeker,” said Belson. “We discovered this after the ship left.”

“Commander Alvord is a firm believer,” Kazak said. “He is asking for a ship so he and the few who still support him can leave the hub.”

Belson’s eyes narrowed sharply. “Don’t let him. It would not surprise me if there are other hidden stasis facilities scattered on other Shrieels with members of Zorn’s faction. He may also know the location of my people.”

“We believe the same,” Commander Zafron answered. “He will not be allowed access to a ship.”

Belson nodded. “We knew in time our AIs at the hub would eventually find a cure. Every possible avenue for a cure was researched and the most advanced labs and medical research centers possible constructed there. In the meantime, several hidden stasis facilities were constructed in secret here in this star cluster. Even though this cluster has numerous habitable worlds, there were no advanced races with space travel present.”

“Strange no one from the main galaxy has colonized it,” said Nomar. “There were a number of space traveling species in the outer region of the galaxy near the cluster.”

“For some reason it was never colonized,” Belson said. “It took us years to build the facilities and to begin moving our people in secret to the cluster. We chose young people of childbearing age from nearly every Shrieel as well as a large number of esteemed scientists and researchers. We brought everything we would need to reestablish our civilization once the AIs at the hub found the cure. The conditions in the Shrieels were rapidly deteriorating. We didn’t build the stasis facilities there for fear of them being destroyed.”

“Our surviving records from that time indicate the Shrieels were in chaos,” confirmed Camlin. “Many AIs and repair robots were destroyed in the anarchy that existed toward the very end. You were wise to hide your stasis facilities so far from a Shrieel.”

“It’s amazing you managed to build your facilities and move so many Originators without word of what you were doing spreading,” commented Kathryn. “How was it possible that nobody was aware of the project?”

“Great pains were taken to keep the project secret,” Belson replied. “Only the council knew and a small select group which would remain behind. For years after we arrived in the cluster a group of us was always awake waiting on word of a cure. There was minimal communication with our people on the dark matter Shrieel until there came a time when there was no longer a response to our communications. We knew then our people on all the Shrieels had succumbed to the pathogen or had gone into stasis. It was a very sad time for all of us who were awake.”

“Have some of your people been awake all of this time?” asked Kathryn.

“No, only periodically. “Every few thousand years a team would be awoken to check on the stasis facilities. We also set it up so some of us would be woken if a ship came near the cluster. When a cure was found we had a small stasis facility on the dark matter Shrieel that would be notified. The Originators in stasis would be roused and would inform us of the availability of a cure. That never happened. We were despairing of a cure ever being found and finally decided fewer of us would be woken as the pathogen was taking a toll. I was the senior military commander of our ships and as a result I was awoken from stasis when your fleet entered our hyperspace interference field. You can imagine my surprise upon finding out it was a fleet of Originator ships. I was fearful it was the Defenders of Zorn as our people on the Shrieel would have sent a message, not a fleet. That is the reason we treated you such until your identity could be confirmed.”

“That explains a lot,” Kathryn said in understanding. “I think it would be best if Zafron fills you in on what has transpired since we found the Dominator and then I’ll tell you the history of my race and the Carethians, while Andram can speak for the Altons.”

Belson nodded. “I am anxious to hear. I did receive some of this information from Saber and Anthon based on what they found in your ship’s computer, but I have many questions and this may be the best way to get them answered.”

Kathryn agreed and invited Zafron to begin.

For several hours they talked about the different races and what had happened in both the Federation’s war with the Hocklyns, the escape of Fleet Admiral Strong’s ships to the Triangulum Galaxy, their encounter with the Simulins, the discovery of the dark matter Shrieel, and eventually the Dominator. Occasionally Belson or one of his military AIs would stop them and ask detailed questions over some aspect of what had happened.

After a while Belson seemed satisfied with what he had heard. “All you have told me is amazing.” He glanced over at Andram. “It seems very likely to me your race is on a path similar to that of my own. In time your race may evolve to the point they begin building their own Shrieels.” Looking over at Kathryn he continued, “You Humans are unique. You show the promise of an evolving race but the rashness of youth. I am interested in meeting a Carethian. Their adherence to a code of honor sounds intriguing. However, for now we must begin awakening more of my people and to do that we must travel to another star system where our primary space station is.”

“You mentioned there were several stasis facilities,” said Kathryn. She was curious to see them.

“Yes, the space station is one and there is a much larger facility hidden on the planet it orbits.”

Camlin spoke up, wanting to bring up a point. “You realize very soon we will be in a full scale war with the Anti-Life.”

Belson nodded. “I am saddened to hear what the Anti-Life are doing. It distresses me even more knowing at one time they were Originators. For that reason alone my people will be willing to join in the war effort. We have many esteemed scientists and research personnel in stasis. From what Zafron and you have told me of the research our AIs have done since we went into stasis, I am certain we can make many breakthroughs in research very quickly. The Anti-Life should have stayed in their galaxy.”

Kathryn began to feel more at ease. She had been concerned about how Belson would feel about Humans, Altons, and the Carethians being on one of the Dyson Spheres and having nearly unlimited access to Originator technology, particularly the warships. At the moment it didn’t sound like it was going to be a problem.

“What system are your stasis facilities in?” asked Kazak. “I searched much of the Triangulum Galaxy seeking signs of where you had gone. I never suspected you might have departed the galaxy for one of the star clusters which orbits it. In hindsight, your decision to locate the stasis facilities in this star cluster makes perfect sense.”

“It was fortunate your search failed,” Nomar said. “You could have led the Defenders of Zorn directly to Belson and his group. Who knows what the consequences of that would have been?”

“If you will allow Saber access to your navigation computer he will provide the coordinates to the system,” Belson said. “It will be good to begin awakening those in stasis and give them the cure. It has been too long in coming.”

“Once more of your people are awake we have much to talk about,” Commander Zafron said. “This will be a new beginning for our race, particularly once we get back to the Communications and Transport Hub.

“I am looking forward to it,” Belson said.

Kathryn was back in the Command Center of the Distant Horizon. The entire fleet was back in hyperspace making a short trip of eighteen light years. “Anything showing up on the long-range sensors?” she asked. Her eyes kept wandering over to the tactical display, which was only showing the green icons of her fleet and the accompanying Originator fleet of Belson’s.

“No,” Captain Reynolds replied. “All the sensors are still showing no contacts.”

“You won’t detect anything until we arrive,” Saber said. “The entire system is covered by a special stealth field we developed shortly after arriving here. For the first thousand years or so we still had a quite a few Originators awake. The advanced stealth field is one of their developments.”

“Did you explore all the systems in this star cluster?” asked Clarissa. “If you had a thousand years that would seem logical.”

“We did,” Saber replied. “We explored and cataloged every system. We also set warning buoys to advise us of any ships that might have gotten past our hyperspace interference cordon. In all the two million years we have been here only six times has a ship reached the barrier. Each time they withdrew on their subspace drives and never returned.”

“Were you one of the original military AIs that came to the star cluster in the beginning?” asked Camlin.

“No, I was created much later. There are still a few of the original AIs around who have had their memory engrams transferred to new AI bodies over the years.”

“Hyperspace dropout in five minutes,” reported Sible. “We will exit hyperspace two million kilometers from the fourth planet in the system. The planet is in the goldilocks zone and long-range scans show liquid water.”

“It’s a habitable planet,” explained Saber. “Our own AIs have been doing research on a cure for the pathogen. However, we are still thousands of years away from finding a solution. If nothing was heard from the Shrieels, there was a possibility of colonizing this world once a cure was found.”

“This never came up in our meeting,” Camlin said with a curious look on her face. “Why did your people fear the Defenders of Zorn so much? They took a lot of effort to hide themselves from that sect of the Originator race.”

Saber hesitated as the Distant Horizon dropped out of hyperspace. “I think it best if one of our Originators explains that.”

On the main viewscreen, a beautiful blue-white word appeared. On the magnified view, a massive space station could be seen in orbit. It consisted of numerous large disk sections stacked on top of one another with short connecting arms or corridors. The station was easily twenty kilometers in length and over four kilometers in width at its widest. Near it were hundreds of Originator battlecruisers.

“That is our manufacturing and research station,” Saber revealed. “It is capable of ship repair and nearly everything else we need. There are also over fifty thousand Originators on board in stasis.”

“All of our other ships have exited hyperspace as well as Belson’s fleet,” reported Commander Grissim.

“Belson is asking us to dock both the Dominator and the Distant Horizon to the station’s docking ports,” reported Captain Travers. “He is anxious to begin awakening more of the Originators who are in stasis on the station.”

“I can direct you in the docking,” Saber volunteered. “It is relatively simple. If I may?”

Sible looked at Kathryn who nodded. Standing up and stepping aside she allowed Saber to take her place at the Helm.

“This is a momentous day,” Saber announced as the Distant Horizon moved toward the station. “It will be remembered as the rebirth of the Originator race.”

Kathryn remained silent as she watched Saber expertly maneuver the exploration dreadnought. She was highly curious where all of this would lead. She also needed to get a message back to the Communications and Transport Hub that they had found the lost Originators. Bartoll would be thrilled when he heard the numbers. She also wondered how this would affect the Humans, Altons, and Carethians living on the Dyson Sphere. She suspected no matter what there were going to be some changes. Only time would tell what they would be and how they would affect the three Federation races.

Chapter Eight

Fleet Commander Norlan gazed in satisfaction at the viewscreens in front of him. Thousands of Eternal battlecruisers were aligned in attack formations. There were so many vessels the most distant appeared as dim specks. Nearly fourteen thousand ships had been assembled for the attack on the Shrieel in Galaxy X-938. After studying the vessels involved in the most recent battle against Eternal ships in the Median Galaxy, it had been decided to increase the size of the invasion fleet. He had spent hours studying the videos from Fleet Commander Solten’s confrontation with the Originator AIs and their proxy race.

“Fleet is ready to enter hyperspace,” reported Second Commander Telan. “Fleet Commander Solten will lead the advance force.” Solten had been added as the fleet’s second in command after his recent battle with the Originator ships.

“Inform Fleet Commander Solten he is to depart immediately. The rest of the fleet will follow shortly.” They would drop out of hyperspace just short of Galaxy X-938. Once Norlan was satisfied all vessels of both fleets were operating at full efficiency they would launch their attack.

Norlan’s plan was to have Solten’s fleet drop out of hyperspace in the star system that contained the Shrieel. He would emerge and set up in a defensive formation and then wait for the rest of the fleet. If the Originator AIs and their proxy race attempted to resist the appearance of Solten’s fleet, he would fight a delaying action until Norlan and the main portion of the fleet arrived. Norlan would then move to crush any and all opposition.

In recent days he had been in contact with Clondax, the First Leader of the Council of Eternals. Clondax wanted as much information as possible on the proxy race the Originator AIs were using. If this race could be eliminated, then it was believed the war with the Originator AIs would come to an abrupt end. The council believed at that point the AIs would agree to turn over the Shrieels to the Eternals, as they were the direct descendants of the Originators.

On the main viewscreen, the view switched to show the Warbringer, Fleet Commander Solten’s flagship. The four-kilometer-long heavily armed battlecruiser floated majestically in space. Abruptly it turned away from the Devastator, Norlan’s flagship, and began accelerating toward a now open hyperspace vortex. Hundreds of other swirling vortexes were opening as well as Solten’s section of the fleet began entering hyperspace. The Warbringer entered its vortex and vanished as seconds later the vortex collapsed, leaving no signs of the massive warship. Other vortexes began collapsing as well and Solten’s fleet was gone.

“Fleet Commander Solten’s ships have all entered hyperspace,” confirmed Second Commander Telan. “They will arrive at their target in 4.3 days.”

“Prepare the rest of the fleet for entry into hyperspace. We will make the transition in twelve minutes.”

Telan nodded and began passing on the order.

Fleet Commander Norlan gazed coldly at the viewscreens in his Command Center. He had no doubt about the success of his mission. He would annihilate any ships the Originator AIs and their proxy race put before him. He would then attack the Shrieel, destroying its defensive and offensive weapon emplacements. After that he would land warrior robots and Eternal shock troops to open up one of the huge hatches on the surface of the Shrieel, allowing his fleet access. Once inside, he would use the warrior robots and shock troops to take command of all the Control Centers. Once that was accomplished the Shrieel would be his. He could then use that Shrieel and the intergalactic vortexes it controlled to launch attacks against all the other Shrieels in Originator controlled space. It wouldn’t take long for all of Originator space to be under the control of the Eternals.

The minutes passed quickly by and then it was time for the Devastator and the rest of the ships of the fleet to enter hyperspace. All across space in front of the massive fleet, swirling blue vortexes formed. In squadron formation, the different sections of the fleet entered their vortexes. In front of the Devastator a vortex opened and soon the powerful flagship of the Eternal fleet vanished into it. Moments later there was no signs of a fleet ever having been in the star system. The war against the Originator AIs and their proxy race was about to begin in earnest.

At the Communications and Transport Hub Jeremy was on board the Avenger speaking to Bartoll, Faboll, Jankel, Leeda, Reesa, Major Wilde, and Admiral Kalen.

“I have done a complete scan of the memory of the Originator AI in our possession,” Faboll reported. “From what we have been able to determine there are still hundreds of these AIs scattered about on different Shrieels. Their allegiance is to the Defenders of Zorn, but that part of their programming will not be activated unless they encounter a confirmed member. The AI we have has a list of recognized members it is to respond to.”

“Is Alvord one of them?” asked Jeremy. He was still concerned the former commander of the Seeker could cause problems for them. Currently Alvord and those still aligned with him were confined to their quarters.

Faboll nodded. “Yes, he is on the list as well as the former commander of the Dominator. The rest I was not familiar with, other than Zorn and a few others who were most likely killed when the dark matter Shrieel was destroyed.”

“What about our decoy stasis facility?” asked Jeremy, looking across the conference table at Major Wilde.

“It’s ready. All we need to do is leak its discovery.”

“How real does it look?”

Bartoll smiled. “It looks authentic; I was there yesterday inspecting it. If one of the AIs we are seeking makes it inside it will find everything to be authentic. We have placed copies of Originator bodies in the two hundred stasis chambers.”

Jeremy’s eyes widened. “Where did you get those?”

“They’re clones,” explained Bartoll. “A clone body has no viable brain and is useless to true Originators. In the early years of our civilization, the harvesting of organs from clone bodies was quite common. As our medical science advanced that no longer was necessary. The practice was abandoned.”

“How are we going to go about spreading a rumor of a newly discovered stasis facility?” asked Admiral Kalen. “Will it not seem strange to suddenly discover one?”

“We’ve got that covered,” Reesa said, her eyes focusing on Admiral Kalen. “We’re going to imply we got the information from one of the Originators on the Seeker. Since the Seeker was launched during the time of the pathogen that someone on board might know of such a facility will not seem too surprising.”

“It might work,” Jeremy said. “How soon do we want to begin spreading this rumor?”

“My people are in place,” Major Wilde said. “We intend to limit the number of AIs who have access to the facility once we announce its discovery.”

Jeremy frowned. “How are you going to induce one of the AIs we are seeking to come there?”

“We’re going to mention the Originators in the facility will soon be awakened and that we hope they will know of other secret stasis facilities,” said Faboll.

“That should cause the AIs who have the information we’re seeking to attempt to breach the facility to stop the spread of the information,” Major Wilde said. “When they do, we’ll capture them.”

“How will we know we’ve got the right AIs? We need one that knows the location of other stasis facilities.”

“I’ve designed a computer program we will use to analyze any of our AIs who attempt unauthorized entry into the facility. It will seek out the information we are looking for.”

Jeremy still wasn’t satisfied this plan would work. It sounded like they were taking too many risks. “Let’s try it and see what happens.”

Rear Admiral Brenda Hailey Mann was growing nervous. She was on her flagship the heavy dreadnought Victory. The vessel was twenty million kilometers from the Dyson Sphere and everything was way too quiet. She had expected an attack from the Eternals to have already occurred but there had been no sign of them.

“I don’t like this,” Hailey said, her face creased in a deep frown. “Why haven’t they attacked?”

“Perhaps after our last battle they decided to stay away from Originator space,” suggested Commander Erick Sutherland. “They did suffer a major defeat.”

“They will not stay away,” said Caria. Caria was an Originator AI and the ship’s helm and navigation officer. “They will attempt to destroy all who oppose them. They will return. They now recognize us as a threat and one which needs to be eliminated.”

Hailey looked over at the tactical display. As it had for the last several months, there were no red threat icons showing. Glancing at the viewscreens on the front wall of the Command Center, she could see a number of the ships under her command. She had twelve hundred heavy dreadnoughts, all updated with the most recent advances as well as 4,200 of the two-thousand-meter Originator battlecruisers. These too had been updated but were still not as powerful as Hailey would like. She knew back at the Communications and Transport Hub new Originator battlecruisers were being built that would have the new triplex energy screens as well as more powerful weapons. Some of the Dyson Spheres were also in the process of converting their shipyards to producing the new battlecruisers as well. Eventually all of them would be converted.

“I guess I just hate this waiting,” Hailey said with a deep sigh. “Even our crews are getting on edge. There are only so many emergency drills and training drills we can do to keep the fleet at top efficiency.”

“Just think about Rear Admiral Cross,” said Commander Sutherland. “He’s been stuck inside the Dyson Sphere with his fleet from nearly the time he arrived.”

Hailey knew Erick was right. Rear Admiral Cross was her ace in the hole. His fleet was comprised of two hundred heavy dreadnoughts and five thousand Originator battlecruisers. If the Eternals attacked, Hailey planned on drawing them into a fleet battle and then gradually withdrawing back toward the Dyson Sphere where its heavy weapons could come into play. Once the Eternal fleet had been degraded sufficiently Cross would exit the Dyson Sphere and help in the mopping up. At least that was how the plan was supposed to go but Hailey knew that very seldom did things go as expected in a battle.

Hailey stood up with a yawn. It had been a long day and she was ready for some rest. She was going to get a quick bite to eat and then head off to her quarters. She had a few reports to write and then with any luck she would get a good eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

“Commander Sutherland, you have command. I’m off to get something to eat and then to my quarters.”

Erick nodded. “I have command. Get some rest and I’ll see you in the morning.”

Hailey exited the Command Center and headed to the small cafeteria on the command level. She was in the mood for a tuna fish sandwich and some ice-cold tea, then off to her quarters.

Near the edge of Galaxy X-938, the first of two Eternal fleets suddenly exited hyperspace. Four thousand swirling blue vortexes appeared and from each vortex an Eternal battlecruiser emerged. Twelve minutes later more vortexes opened up expelling ten thousand more of the large vessels of war.

“All ships are present,” reported Motan from his sensor console as he scanned the two assembled fleets.

Fleet Commander Norlan had expected no less. “Inform all ship commanders they have two hours to ready their ships for combat. We will exit hyperspace forty million kilometers from the Shrieel and then begin our attack. Any defending fleet we will annihilate and then proceed to the Shrieel and begin our bombardment of its surface.”

“We may take some heavy losses when we go into orbit,” warned Second Commander Telan. “The Shrieel will have powerful offensive and defensive weapons.”

“We have sufficient ships that we can afford the losses,” Norlan said dismissively. “We just need to hold one area and get our warrior robots and shock troops down to the surface. Once we’re safely inside the Shrieel their weapons will be useless.”

“Should we send a few ships in under stealth to scan the system?”

Norlan shook his head. “No, we know they have the technology to penetrate our stealth field. I don’t want to give them any indication of an impending attack. Fleet Commander Solten and his attack force will arrive first. If there is a danger, he will inform us prior to our arrival in the system.”

“This Shrieel will be the first to fall to us,” Telan said. “It will mark our first victory against a Shrieel and will be the first of many.”

“We are the Eternals,” said Norlan. “We are nearly immortal and far more powerful than our ancestors could ever have believed possible. If there were Originators still alive they would cower in our presence.”

“We are superior,” agreed Second Commander Telan. “We will soon demonstrate that to the Originator AIs and their upstart proxy race.”

“In two hours Fleet Commander Solten will make the jump to the star system containing the Shrieel. Shortly after that we will follow with the main part of the fleet.”

Fleet Commander Norlan stood flexing the muscles in his arms. His arms were powerful and bulged with muscles. Inside his body microscopic mechanical nanites augmented his strength and intellect. The Eternals were the ultimate life form in the universe. No one would be allowed to stand in their way.

Hailey was sound asleep when suddenly the Condition One alarms sounded. Her eyes flew open and she sat up with a groan. Shaking her head, she forced herself to come fully awake. Focusing her eyes, she saw the red lights in her quarters flashing and then Commander Sutherland’s voice came over the ship’s comm system announcing the setting of Condition One.

Swinging her legs out of bed Hailey reached for her uniform and began getting dressed. There was no need to ask what the Condition One alert was for. Only one thing would cause the setting of Condition One and that was the return of the Eternals.

As soon as she finished dressing she exited her quarters. Her quarters were on the command deck and it was only a short distance to the Command Center. Reaching the hatch the two Marines there opened it, allowing her admittance. With the setting of Condition One all hatches were now shut and the one to the Command Center under permanent guard.

“Status?” she asked as she made her way to the command chair, which Commander Sutherland had just vacated upon seeing her arrival.

“Four thousand Eternal vessels detected on the long-range sensors,” he reported. “They are inbound toward the Dyson Sphere.”

“Four thousand,” repeated Hailey, feeling a little confused. “I thought they would send more.” She had been expecting a much larger attack.

“They may have,” said Erick. “This may only be the first wave we’re detecting. There may be others behind it.”

Hailey nodded. “Send word to Rear Admiral Cross the Eternals have been detected. Also, inform the Originator AIs to activate the weapon systems on the Dyson Sphere. We will need them shortly.”

One of the Control Centers inside the Dyson Sphere was in continuous contact with the Victory, Rear Admiral Mann’s flagship.

“Messages sent,” reported Lieutenant Denise Sparks. “Messages have been acknowledged.”

“Dyson Sphere weapons are becoming active,” reported Captain Horatio Adams from his sensor console. There were now massive power readings coming from the surface of the sphere.

On the main viewscreen, hatches slid open and weapon turrets appeared. Ion cannons swung around pointing their barrels outward toward space. Numerous gravitonic cannons did the same.

“Fleet is at Condition One,” added Commander Sutherland.

Hailey leaned back in her command chair. Now they had to wait until the Eternal fleet exited hyperspace. Hailey wondered how many more might be coming. She had run drill after drill preparing her fleet for this moment. Now it was time to put those drills to the test.

“Inform Rear Admiral Cross to send a message to the Communications and Transport Hub. He is to inform Fleet Admiral Strong the Eternals have returned and their approximate fleet strength.” The main Control Center in the Dyson Sphere could send communications to the hub almost instantaneously and would relay Cross’s messages. “Also add there may be more Eternal forces we haven’t spotted yet.” Hailey had a feeling there were indeed more they hadn’t seen.

Glancing over at the tactical display, Hailey was expecting to see a second or even a third Eternal fleet put in an appearance at any moment. She was certain if this was an attack to conquer the Dyson Sphere, it would be in overwhelming force.

Fleet Commander Solten gazed at the ship’s tactical display now showing the Shrieel and the Originator AI forces protecting it.

“We are detecting 5,400 vessels,” reported Second Commander Albor. “Twelve hundred of the larger vessels, which we believe are controlled by their proxy race, and 4,200 Originator battlecruisers which are most likely being operated by the AIs.”

“A respectable force,” Solten responded. “The number of ships in the system are much greater than those Fleet Commander Norlan encountered in his previous battle in this galaxy.” Solten wondered how many ships the Originator AIs and their proxy race possessed. There had been some debate about, after all these years, whether the Shrieels had even maintained a fleet. It was possible all of the vessels they were facing were new construction. If so, this could be a major portion of their available fleet.

“Our ships are larger and more heavily armed,” pointed out Albor. “We should be able to handle this fleet even though it’s equipped with Originator weapons.”

Solten felt the urge to attack the enemy as soon as his fleet exited hyperspace but he knew as soon as he did the enemy fleet would most likely fall back toward the Shrieel. No one was certain how heavily armed the Shrieel would be after the passage of so many years. It was assumed it would have powerful weapons to resist other space traveling races.

“When we emerge from hyperspace, the fleet will form up in a globular defensive formation and we will await the arrival of Fleet Admiral Norlan. Once his fleet arrives, we will attack the defending fleet and destroy it, then move upon the Shrieel.”

“We will be exiting hyperspace shortly,” Albor said. “What if the enemy attacks us upon emergence?”

“Then we fight back and try to annihilate it before Fleet Commander Norlan arrives.” With four thousand Eternal warships Solten was not overly concerned about meeting the waiting fleet in battle. He was confident if the Originator AIs and their proxy race attacked he could destroy them.

Albor nodded, satisfied with the answer. His eyes shifted over to the tactical display showing the huge red icon representing the Shrieel. “Soon victory will be ours and the AIs on the Shrieel will know what it means to serve the Eternals. They will have their uses.” The Eternals had long since quit using AIs, at least in the form of Eternals. There were AIs upon some of their ships or on planets the Eternals controlled but they were all in the form of computers.

Several minutes passed and suddenly hyperspace vortexes began forming in the star system containing the Shrieel. Hundreds and then four thousand of them came into being. From each a four-kilometer-long Eternal battlecruiser emerged. As soon as they were in the system shields came up and weapons were brought online. The fleet quickly adjusted its formation until it resembled a massive globe. This was a defensive configuration aimed at allowing the fleet to fire its weapons in all directions. They would maintain this formation until Fleet Commander Norlan arrived.

“Eternal fleet emergence,” announced Captain Adams. “Distance is forty million kilometers from the Dyson Sphere.”

“The Eternals are forming up into a globular formation,” added Commander Sutherland as he watched the tactical display.

Rear Admiral Mann studied the display for a few moments. “There must be more Eternal vessels in transit,” she said. “That defensive formation is to ensure it can arrive safely without interference.” Hailey had been certain there would be more Eternal ships. This seemed to confirm it.

Commander Sutherland turned toward the admiral. “We could jump a force behind the Eternals. That’s the most likely spot for a second fleet to emerge from hyperspace. They may not be expecting a move such as that.”

Hailey thought about it for a few moments. If it was timed just right, they could hit the main Eternal fleet as it was exiting hyperspace. “We’ll take the dreadnoughts only. We’ll jump in and try to hit them as they’re emerging.” Hailey did some swift calculations in her head. “Thirty seconds, that’s all the time we can afford to stay before we come under intense weapons fire. As it is we’ll be subject to heavy fire from the fleet that’s already in the system.”

“Contact,” called out Captain Adams. “Second Eternal fleet detected. Long-range scans indicate an additional ten thousand warships.”

Commander Sutherland looked over at the admiral. “There is a second fleet as we suspected. We’ll be going up against fourteen thousand Eternal vessels.”

Hailey nodded. “We’ll jump in, empty our missile tubes, hit them with our energy weapons, and then get the hell out.”

“Then fall back to the Dyson Sphere?”

“Eventually; we’re going to need its weapons and Rear Admiral Cross’s fleet if we hope to survive this.” Hailey then turned toward the Helm. “Caria, can you set up a precise jump to put us two hundred thousand kilometers behind the Eternal fleet that’s in the system? I want it timed so we exit hyperspace the exact moment the second Eternal Fleet arrives.”

Caria spent a few moments analyzing the current course of the inbound Eternal force. “We could jump right into the center of their emerging formation,” she warned. “Some ships could be quite close. Possibly just a few kilometers.”

“Thirty seconds,” Admiral Mann said definitively. “I want thirty seconds to unload everything we have on them and then jump back out.” If she could hit them hard enough, it just might cause them to pause in their planned attack.

“We’re going to lose a few ships,” warned Commander Sutherland. “Though it will be a very brief battle we may leave a few damaged ships behind. Even with our triplex shields their energy weapons will still be dangerous.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Hailey replied. “That fleet will be the most vulnerable when it’s emerging. We get our hits in and then get out.”

“So will we,” Sutherland reminded the admiral. “It may only take a few microseconds for our shields to come online but the Eternal fleet already here will be able to fire on us as soon as we emerge. We’re also going to be so close weapons are not going to miss and those energy weapons of the Eternals are dangerous, even with our new shields.”

Admiral Mann nodded. “That’s true, but with any luck we’ll be in the middle of their emerging fleet and it might be hard for them to lock their weapons on without hitting their own vessels.” Hailey knew she was taking a risk, but the surprise to the Eternals would be worth it. With a little luck, she would get in the first blow and be able to escape with negligible losses.

“Jump is set up, Admiral,” Caria said as she glanced away from her console. “The other Originator AIs on the other dreadnoughts are aware of the plan and will do everything they can to get their ships back safely.”

“That’s all we can ask,” answered Hailey. She pursed her lips as she thought over the coming action. “Commander Sutherland, I want all the missile tubes on the dreadnoughts loaded with dark matter missiles. With any luck we can get off two full salvos before our time runs out.” Hailey leaned back in her Command Chair. She had done everything she could for the moment. Now they just had to wait on the main Eternal fleet to arrive.

Fleet Commander Solten sat in his command chair waiting for the arrival of Fleet Commander Norlan. So far the enemy fleet had remained stationary, obviously fearful of getting too far away from the Shrieel and its heavy weapons.

“Fleet Commander Norlan’s ships are about to exit hyperspace,” reported Second Commander Albor.

Solten looked up at the viewscreens seeing the first vortexes beginning to form. At the same time warning alarms began sounding on the sensor console.

“Enemy capital ships are jumping,” warned the sensor operator.

“What? Where are they going?” Was it possible the enemy had decided to flee rather than face destruction?

On the viewscreens, the first of Fleet Commander Norlan’s battlecruisers began to emerge at the same time even more spatial vortexes began to form.

“The enemy capital ships are materializing inside Fleet Commander Norlan’s emerging fleet,” warned Second Commander Albor as a 3,200-meter warship exited a vortex.

“Lock on those ships and fire!” commanded Solten, recognizing the danger Norlan’s fleet was in. Those ships would be able to fire upon Norlan’s battlecruisers as they emerged from hyperspace. While the energy shields would activate within microseconds, it would take a few seconds longer for the weapons to come online.

“Enemy ships are firing!” warned Second Commander Albor.

On the main viewscreen, thousands of Eternal ships were now exiting hyperspace. Huge explosions began to appear all across space as missiles impacted Eternal battlecruisers. Beam weapons were also firing. Solten feared he was seeing the beginning of a disaster. No logical race would jump their fleet directly into the path of an emerging fleet, but this proxy race of the Originator AIs had done precisely that.

Fleet Commander Norlan had witnessed the larger ships of the enemy fleet vanishing from the tactical display just as his ship exited hyperspace. The Devastator suddenly reeled as if it had run into an obstacle. Alarms started sounding, and red lights began appearing on the damage control console.

“We’ve been struck by a dark matter missile,” reported Second Commander Telan. “We have major damage to the forward section of the ship.”

“Shields are up and weapons are coming online,” reported Waltorr, the ship’s tactical officer. “We have a target less than twelve kilometers away. Firing.”

Fleet Commander Norlan stared intently at the tactical display seeing several hundred Eternal battlecruisers drop off the screen. Red threat icons were intermixed throughout his formation. The enemy had jumped right into the middle of his emerging fleet. “All ships, target those vessels and destroy them!” While it was true the enemy had managed to spring a trap they were still hopelessly outnumbered. Norlan was feeling anger that his flagship had already suffered major damage.

Rear Admiral Mann held onto her command chair as the Victory shook violently. On the viewscreen, it was evident the Eternals were now returning fire. “Continue firing; we still have some time before they can fully adjust to our ships being inside their formation.” On the main screens, the images shifted to show more ships of the fleet involved in heavy combat. The screen seemed to come alive with explosions and energy beams.

In space, particle beam fire from the dreadnoughts slammed into Eternal battlecruisers causing major damage, setting off massive explosions, and hurling glowing debris into space. Several Eternal vessels received critical damage and exploded in giant fireballs, which quickly faded away in the vacuum of space.

Gravitonic cannons ripped into Eternal vessels tearing open compartments and exposing them to the vacuum of space. The beams played over the Eternal vessels causing irreparable damage.

An Eternal energy beam struck the top section of a dreadnought causing a powerful explosion and debris started drifting away from the ship. More energy beams arrived, smashing through the already weakened energy screens and suddenly the vessel blew apart sending glowing wreckage across space.

A pair of dark matter missiles slammed into the stern of an Eternal battlecruiser that had lost its energy shield. The ship vanished in a fiery explosion. Throughout the Eternal formation, massive explosions tore at and smashed through energy screens leaving the Eternal battlecruisers vulnerable. The dreadnoughts pressed their advantage, pouring weapons fire into the beleaguered Eternal fleet.

On both sides energy weapons were seeking to bring down energy shields and powerful missiles were detonating trying to overload them with energy. In some cases on both sides energy shields were overloaded and simply collapsed. Sometimes the weapons fire was so heavy the ship beneath the collapsed shield simply vanished as it was turned into space dust.

Fleet Commander Solten’s eyes widened as he gazed at a viewscreen showing the damage to Fleet Commander Norlan’s battlecruiser. The entire forward third of the ship was in ruins. The battle was growing in intensity as more ships brought their weapons into play. The center of the main Eternal fleet looked like the heart of a blazing furnace. Damaged and dying ships were everywhere on both sides. Solten had never witnessed a battle of such intensity where warships were in many instances only a few kilometers apart. Weapons fire did not miss as the two sides hammered at each other.

Fleet Commander Norlan gazed in satisfaction as an enemy ship died under the heavy weapons fire of the Devastator and three other Eternal battlecruisers. When the weapons fire stopped all that remained of the enemy ship was a twisted mass of metal.

“Find us another target,” he ordered. He had the numbers and all of his ships had finished exiting hyperspace. Shields were up and weapons were online. If the enemy refused to withdraw he would crush them.

Rear Admiral Mann felt her ship take an energy beam strike. On the damage control console several red lights appeared.

“We just lost two secondary gravitonic cannons and four power beam turrets,” reported Commander Sutherland. “We have seventeen compartments open to space.”

“Coming up on thirty seconds,” reported Caria as she prepared to take the Victory back into hyperspace.

“We just lost the dreadnoughts New Terra and Calidon,” reported Captain Adams.

“We have a lot of ships reporting damage,” added Lieutenant Sparks from Communications.

“Jumping,” said Caria as a hyperspace vortex formed in front of the Victory. She used the ship’s gravity drive to take the flagship quickly into its center.

Hailey felt a slight wrenching sensation in her stomach and then the Victory was exiting hyperspace near the 4,200 battlecruisers of the Originator AIs.

“We made it,” breathed out Commander Sutherland with relief in his voice.

“Other dreadnoughts exiting hyperspace around us,” reported Captain Adams.

Hailey took a deep breath and then turned toward Commander Sutherland. “Erick, what did we lose?”

Commander Sutherland took a moment to study the status of the fleet. Then he turned toward Rear Admiral Mann with a somber look on his face. “Eighty-seven dreadnoughts were destroyed outright, another fourteen that couldn’t jump were left behind. One hundred and forty-seven others are reporting various levels of damage.”

Hailey winced at hearing of the destroyed ships and the fourteen other ships they had left within the Eternal fleet. By now the Eternals would have destroyed them. “What of the Eternals, how much damage did we do?” She would now know if her attack could be called successful.

“Four hundred and seventeen Eternal battlecruisers destroyed and another two hundred and sixty significantly damaged.”

That was a nearly five to one advantage for her fleet. It was a victory, which was a good way to start out what might be a long and dragged out battle. She was hoping the damage she caused might delay or put off the Eternals trying to conquer the Shrieel.

“Order all ships which have suffered heavy damage to put in at the spacedocks on the Dyson Sphere,” she ordered. “The rest of our ships are to initiate on board repairs while we have a break in the fighting.”

Looking at the tactical display, she could see the two Eternal fleets forming up into one large formation. She wasn’t sure how much time she had bought but she suspected it wasn’t much. “Contact Rear Admiral Cross and give him the latest data on the battle; have him transmit it to the hub. Fleet Admiral Strong needs to know what we’re up against and the results of our first engagement.” She knew the fleet admiral would probably rush here with a fleet, but it would take two days before he could reach the Dyson Sphere.

Lieutenant Sparks hurriedly sent the message and data, knowing how important it was for this information to get back to the hub as soon as possible.

Admiral Mann took a full minute to observe the developing formation of the Eternals. She reached a decision and activated the ship-to-ship comm link. “All ships, form up in attack formation A-Four. Combat is imminent, I repeat, combat is imminent.”

In space, the battlecruisers and heavy dreadnoughts quickly began adjusting their formation. Attack formation A-Four required two thousand AI battlecruisers to form lines four high and five hundred long. A gap was left in the center for the remaining heavy dreadnoughts to fill. Behind the front formation, the remaining 2,200 battlecruisers fell into four equal lines to act as reserves. Any gap caused by a ship being destroyed in the forward lines would be filled by one of the reserve battlecruisers.

At the Communications and Transport Hub Angela was on duty in the Communications Center. She was speaking to a young female Carethian who was being trained to operate one of the large communication consoles. Suddenly alarms began sounding on one of the consoles, and a large red light started flashing. Glancing over at the console Angela recognized it as the one monitoring Galaxy X-938. She felt a chill run down her back. She knew the warning alarms and the red light could only mean one thing: the Eternals had launched their long awaited attack against Rear Admiral Mann and the Dyson Sphere.

Angela hurried over to the console where two Originator AIs and an Alton were sitting.

“The Eternals have launched their attack on the Shrieel,” one of the AIs reported. “Rear Admiral Cross reports fourteen thousand Eternal vessels are in the system. Rear Admiral Mann has fought a brief engagement destroying over four hundred Eternal vessels and damaging many more. At the moment the two fleets are reforming their formations and further combat is imminent.”

Angela took a moment to listen to the communication as well as briefly glance at the data sent. Turning she went back over to her command console and pressed the button which would put her in immediate contact with Jeremy.

“He’s waiting for your call,” Ariel said as she appeared directly behind Angela. “I told him the attack on the Dyson Sphere has started.”

Angela nodded as Jeremy came on the line. She quickly told him what was happening in Galaxy X-938 and then sent the data to his private computer in his office.

“I was afraid of this,” Jeremy said. “The Eternals are hitting us with a much larger fleet than we expected.”

“Can Rear Admiral Mann hold the Dyson Sphere?” asked Angela.

“Yes, I’m not worried about that, but we’re going to take some heavy losses.”

“Are you taking a fleet?” Angela could not imagine Jeremy remaining at the hub if one of his fleets was in danger.

“Yes,” Jeremy replied. “We don’t know if this is only a probe or the real attack. What if tomorrow the Eternals show up with a fleet two or three times the size of this one? I have a fleet ready for just this type of emergency. I’ll be leaving on the Avenger shortly. Inform Rear Admiral Cross I’m bringing a relief fleet but it will take us two days to get there.”

“I’ll tell him you’re on the way,” Angela replied. She disconnected and prepared to send the message.

Jeremy was about to go off again into a possible confrontation with the Eternals. Kelsey and Katie would both be upset with their husbands rushing off so suddenly. Angela was glad Brace’s military job kept him grounded to the Dyson Sphere. She didn’t like to worry about his well-being. Once her shift was over she was going to make it a point to go see both Kelsey and Katie. She knew with both of them being pregnant they would take their husbands going off into danger a little harder than they had in the past.

“Take care of Clair while I’m gone,” Ariel said. “She has her training schedule to follow and with both Clarissa and I gone, it will be up to you to make sure she follows it. Being the oldest, sometime in the future she may be in a position very similar to Jeremy’s and will be the leader of the new special children.” With that, Ariel vanished.

Ariel’s words brought some concern to Angela’s face. She hadn’t considered since Clair would be over three years older than the other children she might end up being the one in charge. Ariel had just given her something else to worry about.

Jeremy quickly made several calls and with Ariel’s assistance soon had everything set in motion to launch the reserve fleet. As he was finishing talking to Admiral Kalen Governor Barnes came into his office.

The governor sat down as Jeremy finished up his calls.

“So the Eternals have attacked Rear Admiral Mann’s fleet?” Governor Barnes had a concerned look on his face.

“Yes, there’s been a brief engagement.”

“Jeremy, every time we engage the Eternals we’re losing more people. At the moment that’s not a problem due to all the military personnel who came with us when we left Ceres. But at some point in time it’s going to be.”

Leaning back in his chair Jeremy folded his arms across his chest. “We’ve reduced the crews on the heavy dreadnoughts to just twenty; ten in the Command Center, five in Engineering, and a small squad of Marines. I don’t see how we can reduce the crew size any smaller.”

“I’m not proposing that,” Governor Barnes said. “I think it’s time we talked about making contact with the Federation and requesting help. They could provide the crews we need.”

“The Originators might not approve of that,” Jeremy said. He too was concerned about the drain on the military if the war grew into a full-scale intergalactic confrontation. The battlecruisers of the Originators and their military AIs needed crewed vessels to guide them in the war effort. That was the purpose of the heavy dreadnoughts as well as to provide a heavy weapons platform.

“We can talk to Bartoll. I’m only speaking of bringing Federation personnel to the Communications and Transport Hub, not to the other Dyson Spheres and most of them would be on this Dyson Sphere where our cities are located.”

Jeremy took a deep breath. He knew Governor Barnes was correct. If they did not find a solution to the manpower problem they could very easily lose this war. “The Federation will demand access to Originator technology.”

“I’m sure we could arrange some type of tradeoff,” Governor Barnes replied. “Perhaps some of the less sensitive technology would be the solution.”

“Very well, when I get back from this mission we’ll sit down and talk to Bartoll. He’s brilliant and may see the wisdom of bringing in more Federation help.”

“Have you heard anything from Kathryn?” asked the governor, showing concern for his daughter.

“No, we haven’t been able to raise the Distant Horizon or any ship of Kathryn’s fleet for a number of days. I don’t believe there’s any reason to be alarmed. If they have found the lost Originators there may be a very good reason for the lack of communication. If it continues I will send an additional fleet to investigate.”

“I hope there’s nothing wrong,” said Governor Barnes, sounding like a concerned father. “Kathryn means everything to me.”

They were interrupted as Ariel popped in. “The Avenger will be ready to depart within the hour. Shuttles are retrieving the crew even as we speak.”

“Good luck on your mission,” Governor Barnes said as he stood to leave.

“We’ll be back soon and don’t worry about Kathryn. With Clarissa and the Dominator I’m sure they can handle any problem they come across.”

“I hope so,” Barnes replied.

Jeremy hoped so too but for now he needed to get to the Avenger. Galaxy X-938 was two days away and he needed to arrive there as soon as possible. Jeremy greatly feared they were about to find out if a Dyson Sphere could survive a full-scale Eternal attack.

Chapter Nine

Admiral Mann gazed stoically at the tactical display showing her fleet in its offensive formation. On the viewscreens, the five lines of warships and the four supporting lines looked impressive. It was by far the largest fleet she had ever commanded. When the Eternals advanced, she planned on meeting them head on and inflicting as much damage on their fleet as possible before retreating back toward the Dyson Sphere. She knew she was going to lose a lot of ships and good people but this was war and people died in war. Also, the military AIs on the Dyson Sphere needed as much information on the Eternal ships as possible before engaging them with the sphere’s weapons.

“Eternals are advancing,” Commander Sutherland reported as several alarms sounded on the sensor console. “They are in a pyramid shaped formation with the apex forward. The inside of the pyramid contains additional layers of vessels.”

Hailey took a moment to study the Eternal formation. It gave them defense in depth plus a wide field of fire. The way the ships were stacked in the pyramid meant nearly every ship had a clear firing zone. “We’ll let them close to thirty million kilometers from the Dyson Sphere and then we will advance. I want that Eternal formation lit up with dark matter missiles.”

It was unusually quiet in the Command Center. Everyone knew they were taking five thousand ships to fight nearly fourteen thousand. Not only that, the Eternal ships were much larger than even the dreadnoughts in the Originator fleet and more heavily armed.

“Message from Rear Admiral Cross,” reported Lieutenant Sparks. “Fleet Admiral Strong is preparing to leave the hub with a large relief fleet but he won’t be here for two days.”

Commander Sutherland shook his head. “Transit time between galaxies, particularly as many as the Originators control, just takes too much time. By the time the fleet admiral gets here, the battle will be over.”

“He knows that,” Hailey replied. “But we’ll need those ships to replace our losses and to prepare for the next attack.”

There was no doubt in Hailey’s mind that if they managed to defeat the Eternals this time they would keep coming back again and again. There was a good chance Galaxy X-938 and the Dyson Sphere in this star system would become the center for this war between the Eternals and the Originators.

“I just hope we’re still here when he arrives,” Sutherland said meaningfully.

“We will be,” Hailey replied. “The defenses on the Dyson Sphere are too strong. We just need to reduce the size of the Eternal fleet enough so those weapons can finish it off.”

No one knew how effective the weapons on the Dyson Sphere would be against the Eternal warships. The Originators and their AIs seemed confident but those defenses had not been tested in battle against an Originator battlecruiser.

“Eternal fleet is nearing the thirty million kilometer range,” reported Captain Adams. “They’re coming straight toward us.”

“Advance the fleet,” ordered Hailey, settling back in her command chair. “It’s time to engage the Eternals in a full scale battle.” This would be the third time she had engaged the Eternals and she had been victorious in the first two. Now it would be a major fleet battle with both sides intent on winning.

“Fleet is advancing and holding formation,” reported Caria. “Gravity drive is operating at 20 percent. All power systems are at 100 percent.”

“Weapons are ready to fire,” added Major Marks. “Dark matter missiles are loaded in the tubes on all ships.” As well as coordinating the weapon load outs on the Victory, she also communicated orders to the other ships of the fleet. “Triplex energy shield is up.”

“We’ll open fire as soon as we get within range. We need to take out several thousand of those battlecruisers and then it will be up to the Dyson Sphere to finish the battle.” Hailey intended on retreating close to the Dyson Sphere and allows the military AI in the sphere’s primary Control Center to activate the Dyson Sphere’s weapons. She would observe the attack to see if it would be necessary for her fleet to re-engage.

In space, the two fleets rapidly closed on one another, nearly twenty thousand vessels of war all primed to destroy one another. There would be no mercy and no thoughts of surrender. This would be a battle to the death. If the Originator fleet and the Dyson Sphere won then they would survive to fight another day. If the Eternals managed to defeat the Originator fleet and gain access to the Dyson Sphere then the war would move on to a whole new level of brutality and violence.

Fleet Commander Norlan studied the damage report of the Devastator. The full forward one-third of the ship was a mangled wreck. Repair crews were working frantically trying to get sufficient energy shield emitters functioning so the ship could be fully protected. Hundreds of Eternals had died when the dark matter missile slammed into the forward section of the vessel. Norlan knew the ship was fortunate to have survived. As a result, he had placed the Devastator in the center of the pyramid formation where it would be better protected from incoming weapons fire.

“Ship weapons are at 62 percent,” Second Commander Telan reported. “All hatches and emergency bulkheads between the Command Center and the forward third of the ship have been sealed. Repairs are still ongoing though it will take a spacedock for the forward part of the ship.”

“We’ve lost our primary energy cannons,” added Waltorr from Tactical. “No weapons on the forward part of the ship are functional.”

Norlan considered moving his command to another Eternal battlecruiser. After a moment he decided not to as the move itself would be highly dangerous in the middle of a combat situation.

“Originator fleet is advancing toward us,” reported Motan from his sensor console.

“They seek a fleet battle,” said Telan in surprise. “I would have thought they would have pulled back to the Shrieel to add its firepower to their own.”

Norlan spent a moment considering what this might mean. “Perhaps the Shrieel is not as heavily armed as we thought.” No one knew how well the Shrieels were armed. There was no doubt some weapons existed to keep other races away but were they powerful enough to endanger an Eternal warfleet?

Norlan was still greatly concerned about the Originator AIs’ proxy race. The tactic they had used jumping directly into the path of his emerging fleet would have been disaster to the Eternal vessels if the enemy fleet had been larger. As it was Norlan had lost over four hundred battlecruisers in the span of less than thirty seconds. The enemy had gotten in the first blow and now it was his turn. He was also growing to suspect this proxy race was much more than that to the Originator AIs. At first he had thought that perhaps the AIs had built new and more advanced military AIs to command this proxy race in battle. Now he was beginning to believe this proxy race was not being commanded by the Originator AIs but vice versa. If that was true, it could add a whole new meaning for this war against Originator space. Perhaps after he conquered this Shrieel, they would know the truth about this mysterious race. Nevertheless, he planned on sharing his concerns with the Council of Eternals.

“Nearing weapons range,” reported Waltorr.

“Stand by to fire,” ordered Norlan. “Primary targets are those large warships. They are the biggest threat. Hit them first and then spread our fire out across their entire fleet.”

“Detecting energy buildups in the ships of the enemy fleet,” reported Motan from Sensors. “They’re preparing to fire their weapons. Missile hatches are opening on their ships.”

“Weapons range,” said Telan as the Devastator opened up with its secondary energy cannons and began launching antimatter missiles from the remaining missile tubes. While the ship might be heavily damaged, it still was a very powerful fighting machine.

In space, the two fleets began firing on one another at almost the exact same moment. Energy beams, ion beams, gravitonic beams, antimatter beams, and particle beams assailed the energy shields of the two fleets. Space became aglow with light from the sheer amount of energy being released.

“Dreadnoughts Vixen, Star Bringer, and Phobos are down,” reported Captain Adams. “We’ve also lost eighteen battlecruisers.”

“Many ships reporting damage,” added Lieutenant Sparks.

“Launch defense globes,” ordered Rear Admiral Mann. “Have them form up into a defensive formation behind our fleet and then wait.” She had a plan the Eternals might not be prepared for.

“Behind us?” said Commander Sutherland in surprise. “Why not use them against the Eternals? They could draw off a lot of the weapons fire from our ships.”

“We will,” replied Hailey, feeling her pulse beating faster now that they were once more engaged in combat. “When we start to withdraw back toward the Dyson Sphere we will throw all of them at the Eternal formation. They can use their ion cannons to freeze the modulation of the Eternals’ shields and then overload their antimatter chambers as they ram.”

“You’re going to sacrifice all of them?”

“Yes,” Hailey replied, her eyes showing her determination. “I want to whittle that Eternal fleet down to a manageable size. We may be able to do just that with the defense globes.”

Hundreds and then thousands of the small ten-meter defense globes exited the heavy dreadnoughts and began to form up in a massive formation behind the battling fleets. Nearly 100,000 globes were in the swarm.

“All globes launched,” reported Commander Sutherland.

The Victory shook violently, and several more red lights appeared next to the ones already showing. The main viewscreen was lit up by thousands of explosions and the brief flickers from various energy beams.

“Partial energy beam strike to the outer hull,” reported Commander Sutherland. “Two more power beam turrets have been disabled.”

“Constitution, Liberty, Perth, and Centauri are down,” reported Captain Adams. “The Eternals are concentrating much of their fire on our dreadnoughts.”

On one of the viewscreens, the heavy dreadnought Norse was visible. Its energy screen was glowing brightly and then suddenly two energy beams penetrated, drilling deep into the heart of the ship. Two massive explosions blew open a wide section of the ship’s hull and then an Eternal antimatter missile slipped through the weakened energy shield. In a brilliant explosion, the dreadnought blew apart, dying a fiery death.

“Heavy dreadnought Norse has been destroyed,” reported Captain Adams. “We’re losing a lot of our battlecruisers.”

“Continue to press the attack,” ordered Hailey, drawing in a sharp breath. “Hit them with as many dark matter missiles as we can.” Hailey knew the dark matter missiles were their most powerful weapon and several could bring down an Eternal ship’s energy screen.

“Firing ion beams,” said Major Marks. All the ships were firing their ion beams as they were able to freeze the frequency modulation the Eternals used to increase the power of their shields.

In space, the battle intensified as both sides refused to back down. The Eternals’ energy beams were taking several strikes before they could penetrate the shields of the dreadnoughts. In the Originator fleet, numerous heavy dreadnoughts were being pummeled as their energy screens were eventually penetrated. Dreadnought after dreadnought was turned into drifting wreckage as the deadly beams tore them apart.

The Originator battlecruisers were suffering even more. They didn’t have the triplex energy screens and were thus more susceptible to the Eternals’ energy beams. Hundreds of battlecruisers were being blown apart as the deadly beams penetrated their shields.

In the Eternal formation, thousands of dark matter missiles were overloading energy shields, allowing particle beams and gravitonic beams to ravage the hulls of Eternal vessels. Ship after ship found their compartments opened up to space. Internal systems were compromised by the heavy damage of the beams causing some of the ships to go critical and explode, which sent large chunks of wreckage into the screens of nearby ships. The wreckage caused the screens to flare up brightly.

Both fleets were lit up by the funeral pyres of dying vessels. The battle was so intense that scarcely a second passed where ships were not being destroyed. As the seconds passed and then turned into minutes space became littered with the wreckage of hundreds and then thousands of warships.

Fleet Commander Solten stared in disbelief as the two Eternal battlecruisers nearest the Warbringer fell under heavy attack. On the ship’s viewscreens, he watched as dark matter warheads overloaded the two ships’ energy shields and then more warheads blew the two ships into oblivion.

“Pull us back deeper into the formation,” Solten ordered hurriedly.

“Fleet Commander Norlan may not approve,” warned Commander Albor.

“He’s in the center of the formation where it’s safer; we’re only pulling back to the next layer of ships.”

Solten’s eyes shifted to a tactical display showing the nearly solid blob of red threat icons behind the Originator fleet. These were the small attack drones he had seen in the reports of battles against these large vessels.

“Albor, at any moment the Originator fleet is going to send those small drones toward us. They may try to ram and destroy our ships by overloading their power source. Order all ships that if those drones begin to close they’re to use every weapon we have to destroy them. They can’t be allowed to close with our fleet.” Solten didn’t believe Fleet Commander Norlan would countermand that order. He knew as well as Solten how dangerous those small drones could be.

Second Commander Albor quickly sent the warning message.

Rear Admiral Mann watched the viewscreens in terror-stricken fascination. It looked as if the entire universe was on fire. Everywhere she looked were destroyed or dying ships.

“Hailey, it’s time to withdraw,” said Commander Sutherland. “The superior numbers of the Eternals are beginning to overwhelm our ships. We won’t last much longer.”

Hailey blinked her eyes and nodded. “All ships, begin our planned withdrawal toward the Dyson Sphere. We’ll use the defense globes to give us cover.”

On the tactical display, what was left of the Originator fleet began to disengage. One by one and then by the hundreds the ships pulled back through the swarm of waiting defense globes.

“Send in the globes; they’re to ram the Eternal vessels and overload their antimatter chambers.” Hailey knew this would cause a two-hundred-megaton explosion. Not as powerful as a dark matter missile but she was throwing nearly 100,000 of the globes at the Eternals. No matter what type of defense the Eternals put up, some would get through.

As the Victory withdrew through the swarm of defense globes, the small drones activated their gravity drives and accelerated toward the incoming Eternal fleet. They were protected by an energy shield and were armed with an ion cannon and two small particle beam cannons. As they got within range of the Eternal fleet they fired their ion cannons, freezing the modulation of the Eternal energy screens. Particle beam cannons then fired, probing for a weakness. In all nearly 200,000 particle beams were striking Eternal shields.

“Drones are inbound,” warned Motan. “They are firing ion beams as well as particle beams. We’re targeting them with all of our weapons and firing antimatter missiles to detonate inside their formation.”

Fleet Commander Norlan leaned forward in his command chair. He knew just the sheer number of these small drones made them extremely dangerous. On the main viewscreens, antimatter missiles were now detonating throughout the inbound formation of drones. With each explosion, the number of drones grew less and less as they were incinerated by antimatter energy. Energy beam fire was sweeping the drone formation destroying thousands more.

On the tactical display, he saw Eternal battlecruisers begin to die from the sheer magnitude of incoming fire. He clenched his fist at an enemy so devious. With every passing moment he was coming to believe they were not so much fighting the Originator AIs as they were this supposed proxy race. Was it possible this proxy race had managed to take over the Shrieels?

“We’re not going to get all of them,” reported Second Commander Telan as he turned away from the ship’s computer. “Fifteen to twenty percent of them will make it to our formation.”

The Originators had never possessed such small drones for combat. There was no doubt in Fleet Commander Norlan’s mind that these were the creations of the mysterious proxy race. “Destroy as many as possible. Our fleet is large enough we can handle the losses.” Norlan was beginning to be concerned he should have brought a much larger fleet.

In space, the defense globes charged through the heavy curtain of fire and exploding antimatter missiles. Tens of thousands had been destroyed but nearly twenty thousand still survived. At a command from the Victory, the surviving drones altered coursed and targeted just one thousand Eternal battlecruisers. More died as they neared the pyramid formation and then they arrived. The defense globes slammed into Eternal energy shields while at the same time overloading the small antimatter chamber which was their power source. Throughout the pyramid formation brilliant explosions appeared, nearly hiding the entire formation from the sheer amount of energy being released.

An Eternal battlecruiser was targeted by fourteen defense globes. The first few struck, exploding and weakening the ship’s energy shield. Subsequent explosions weakened the shield even more until the last three globes passed through the shield and detonated against the hull of the four-kilometer behemoth. Not even a ship as large as an Originator battlecruiser could survive three 200-megaton explosions. The ship vanished as three nova-like blasts obliterated it. Throughout the Eternal formation, ships were dying in rapid succession. For a few moments the entire Eternal formation looked as if it had turned into a supernova.

In just a few seconds the attack died out as the last defense globes finished their ramming missions or were destroyed by defensive fire. When the raging energy from their attack faded away, 912 Eternal battlecruisers had been sent to oblivion.

“That’s cutting them down to size!” said Commander Sutherland jubilantly. “It’s a shame we don’t have more defense globes.”

Rear Admiral Mann had to agree. “It might be wise to deploy defense globes to all the Dyson Spheres. However, it’s possible at some point in time the Eternals will come up with a better defense against them.”

“Then why not have the Originators design a new and better defense globe? We don’t risk any people when we use them. We could have swarms of globes defending the Dyson Spheres.”

This was the second time the defense globes had been used successfully against the Eternals. Commander Sutherland was right, they could be very important to the defense of the Dyson Spheres. “I agree. I’ll make the recommendation once this battle is over. How many Eternal ships did we take out in this last battle?” Hailey knew they had destroyed a large number though her own losses were probably greater. She felt anxious waiting to hear the numbers.

“Nineteen hundred confirmed kills and eleven hundred sustained moderate to heavy damage,” replied Commander Sutherland. “Our own losses are four hundred and seventeen heavy dreadnoughts and nearly three thousand battlecruisers. After the initial engagement many of the Eternal vessels began targeting the AI ships.”

Hailey bit her lip. That was over four thousand crewmembers who had died on the heavy dreadnoughts. With great sadness she knew they would not be the last. “Pull us back to the Dyson Sphere. It’s time to see what its weapons can do. Lieutenant Sparks, send Rear Admiral Cross all the information on this latest battle. Tell him to prepare his fleet as we’re pulling back. Also, put me in contact with Maklyn.” Maklyn was the Originator military AI in command of the defenses of the Dyson Sphere.

“He’s on your comm,” replied Sparks after a moment.

“You’ve seen the results of the battle so far?” Hailey asked.

“Yes,” Maklyn replied. “You have done well. I would recommend you bring your surviving fleet inside the Shrieel and let us handle what remains of the Eternal fleet.”

“Can you handle a fleet that large?”

“We believe so,” Maklyn replied. “It depends how effective our primary weapon will be.”

Hailey knew he was referring to the deadly blue energy spheres. She just hoped he was right in being able to handle the remaining Eternal vessels. Her fleet was in no shape for another major engagement.

Fleet Commander Norlan studied the fleet damage report on one of the command consoles. Nearly two thousand Eternal battlecruisers had been destroyed or were out of commission. There were also hundreds of others severely damaged and barely operational. However, he still had a solid core of over eleven thousand warships fully combat capable. While the losses had been heavy the enemy were now in full retreat toward the Shrieel.

“How many of their ships did we destroy?” Norlan could tell from looking at the tactical display there were considerably fewer enemy vessels showing than before.

“In the two battles we have annihilated nearly four thousand of their warships,” replied Second Commander Telan. “We’ve destroyed nearly half of their large vessels. It is obvious their retreat toward the Shrieel indicates they no longer believe they can defeat us in a fleet battle. They must have believed the use of the small drones would destroy our fleet. When that failed they realized the truth that we cannot be defeated. The Shrieel is now ours for the taking.”

Fleet Commander Norlan was not so certain. There was no way to know the strength of the weapons on the hull of the Shrieel. “Send Fleet Commander Solten ahead. We will follow two hundred thousand kilometers behind. That will allow us to gauge the strength of the Shrieel’s defenses and what weapons they may use against us.” Norlan preferred to err on the side of caution. He was not an Eternal fleet commander due to foolish thinking.

“I will send the order,” Second Commander Telan replied.

Fleet Commander Solten received the orders from Fleet Commander Norlan. “We are to test the defenses of the Shrieel,” he said to Second Commander Albor.

Albor frowned and then spoke. “We lost many of the ships in our portion of the fleet in the recent battle. We only have twenty-eight hundred ships remaining. Will that be enough?”

Solten turned to stare coldly at Telan. “We are the Eternals. Twenty-eight hundred ships will be sufficient. Fleet Commander Norlan will be directly behind us. If the Shrieel’s defenses are stronger than expected his ships will advance and add their firepower to our own.”

Rear Admiral Mann studied the advancing Eternal warships. They had divided up into two formations. The first had nearly three thousand warships and the second close to eight thousand. Her own fleet had nearly seven hundred remaining heavy dreadnoughts, but many of those were damaged, some so severely they would not be of any use in another battle. These she had sent to the rear of her formation. She still had twelve hundred Originator battlecruisers remaining but many of them were also damaged. She had a shattered fleet but she had no intention of allowing the Eternals to reach the Shrieel unopposed. If the blue energy spheres and the weapons on the surface of the Dyson Sphere failed to destroy the Eternals, she would commit her remaining fleet to battle.

“Maklyn reports the Eternal vessels are well within range of the blue energy spheres,” reported Lieutenant Sparks, glancing over at the admiral. “He asks we move our fleet to the side to give them an open field of fire. They now have enough information from our battles that they believe they can annihilate the Eternal fleets.”

“Do so,” ordered Hailey, glancing over at Commander Sutherland. She felt relief that her fleet might not have to fight the Eternal warships. Too many lives had already been lost.

She could feel the tension building in the Command Center. These next few moments would let them know if the Eternals could conquer a Dyson Sphere. If they could, the war would be over. The Dyson Spheres were the fortresses which could not fall.

Fleet Commander Solten watched in confusion as the Originator fleet in front of him suddenly moved to the side, flying parallel to the Shrieel but putting several million kilometers between them and the Eternal fleet.

“We have a clear field of fire,” said Albor. “Nothing can stop us now from taking the Shrieel.”

“Stand by to fire,” ordered Solten. “Target all visible weapons emplacements.” Solten had a strange feeling all wasn’t right. What was he missing? He checked the tactical displays as well as the viewscreens; he could see nothing abnormal.

Inside the Shrieel, Maklyn ordered all weapon emplacements to prepare to fire the blue energy spheres. There was no known defense against the spheres and they were the most dangerous weapon to ever be developed by the Originators. He was in one of the two Control Centers in the Shrieel specifically built to direct the firing of the deadly blue spheres.

“Stand by to fire,” he ordered. There were several other military AIs in the Control Center as well as the auxiliary one. “Target all the Eternal ships in the nearer fleet. We will destroy it and then target the second one.” Rear Admiral Mann had performed well in her two battles with the Originators. It had allowed the Originator AIs inside the two Control Centers to better analyze the strength of the Eternals’ energy shields. The AIs were confident the blue spheres could easily drain the power from the shields before attaching themselves to the hulls.

On the Shrieel thousands of circular hatches suddenly opened. From each one spheres of blue energy rose up and accelerated into hyperspace. Each sphere targeted one of the Eternal battlecruisers.

“What are those?” demanded Fleet Commander Solten, his eyes narrowing sharply.

He had never witnessed such a weapon. He felt fear in the back of his mind, something he had never experienced before. It was an emotion the Eternals had nearly eliminated through the use of their mechanical nanites. He watched as the spheres left the hatches on the Shrieel only to vanish into hyperspace. Moments later they began striking the energy screens of his ships.

As each sphere struck the power from the energy shield of the targeted vessel was drained away and then the sphere latched onto the ship itself. A large portion of the hull glowed blue and then the very molecular structure of the ship began to lose cohesion as the atoms could no longer hold their bonds with one another. The ship’s hull became transformed into a gray, thick dust. As the sphere sunk deeper into the ship vital systems became compromised as parts of them simply ceased to exist. Power systems began to die and lights faded away.

“The ships are not being destroyed fast enough,” reported one of the Originator AIs inside the primary Control Center.

“Our energy spheres are destroying the Eternal vessels, but the process is much slower than it should be,” added another AI.

“They’re too large. It’s going to be necessary to hit each vessel with two energy spheres to complete their destruction and neutralize their weapons.”

Maklyn was surprised by this. The Eternal ships must be comprised of some very heavy metal alloys. “Continue to launch the energy spheres until all the Eternal ships in the nearer fleet have been destroyed. If necessary target individual ships with two of the spheres to ensure quicker destruction.”

This concerned Maklyn as it would increase the time it took to destroy the Eternal ships. It might give them time to launch an attack against the Shrieel though the hull material was nearly impervious to weapons fire.

Fleet Commander Solten gazed in disbelief as his fleet was being annihilated before his eyes. “What are those?” he demanded in a shrill voice turning toward Second Commander Albor for an explanation.

“Some type of sphere composed of exotic energy particles,” replied Albor. “The computer has no record of anything like this. It is a weapon we have never encountered.”

Before Solten could reply, two spheres suddenly struck the Warbringer’s energy screen. The screen was quickly depleted of power and then the spheres crashed into the hull. On the damage control console, red lights started blinking on in rapid succession and alarms began sounding. The viewscreens flickered and then went off. Life support suddenly failed and there was no movement of air in the Command Center. The lights dimmed and stayed dim.

“We’re losing hull integrity and our power is failing,” warned Albor as he scanned his control console. “We’ve lost contact with most compartments of the ship.” Moments later the power faded from Albor’s console and it went dark as did all the others in the Command Center.

Fleet Commander Solten heard a strange, almost rustling sound coming from the massive hatch, which protected the Command Center. Looking toward the hatch, he saw a blue glow, which quickly spread across the hatch and the wall. Solten felt his heart skip a beat and knew not even the mechanical nanites in his body could save him. With a loud whoosh of escaping air, the hatch and wall turned into a gray dust opening up the Command Center to the harsh vacuum of space.

Fleet Commander Norlan watched in silence as Solten’s fleet was destroyed by the blue energy spheres. His fleet was two hundred thousand kilometers behind Solten’s and Norlan suspected it was not enough. This was a weapon the Originators must have developed sometime in the distant past but never used. His mission was in danger of failing unless he did something desperate. “Order all ships to perform a hyperspace jump to one thousand kilometers above the surface of the Shrieel. As soon as the jump is complete all ships are to launch their warrior robots and shock troops.”

Second Commander Telan looked over at Fleet Commander Norlan as if he were insane. “That’s too close to an object of mass! We’ll risk losing ships as well as suffering severe damage to our hyperspace drives.”

“It’s a risk we have to take. If we remain here, we will be destroyed. If we retreat we lose our chance to conquer the Shrieel.”

Telan stood absolutely still for a moment and then passed on the order. He was an Eternal and would obey the fleet commander.

Rear Admiral Hailey Mann watched the viewscreens as the three thousand leading Eternal warships were destroyed by the Shrieel’s most deadly weapon. She had heard how this weapon had destroyed Simulin and Shari vessels in the Milky Way Galaxy. Now she fully appreciated how dangerous the blue spheres were.

“It’s taking longer than expected,” Commander Sutherland said from his command console. “Maklyn says the size and metal alloys of the Eternal vessels are causing them to use two energy spheres instead of one. He says one would eventually destroy the vessels but it would take several minutes.”

“They’re switching fire to the second fleet,” reported Captain Adams. He adjusted one of the viewscreens from his sensor console, which showed thousands of blue energy spheres exiting hatches on the Dyson Sphere to promptly vanish as they made the transition into hyperspace. Captain Adam’s eyes narrowed sharply as he saw several Eternal vessels vanish from the sensor screen only to reappear next to the Dyson Sphere. “Eternal fleet is jumping into pointblank range of the Dyson Sphere!”

Hailey looked at the viewscreen, seeing hundreds of Eternal vessels appearing almost on the surface of the massive megastructure. Several exploded from jumping too close to the sphere. Looking at other screens, she saw that many of the ships of the Eternals’ second fleet had been caught by the last wave of blue energy spheres. Several thousand ships were still at the previous position of the fleet covered in a slowly spreading blue radiance.

“Target the hatches those energy spheres are being launched from,” ordered Fleet Commander Norlan as the Devastator exited hyperspace. He heard the ship groan from exiting hyperspace so close to the megastructure. A number of red lights appeared on the damage control console. “Ignore the regular weapons emplacements for now. Priority targets are the hatches.” He knew if he could destroy the hatches the spheres were coming from, he still had enough ships left to conquer the Shrieel.

All across the section of the Shrieel, the Eternal fleet was hovering over antimatter explosions and energy beams began to strike the hatches. Six thousand Eternal vessels had managed to jump while two thousand had been caught by the blue spheres. Several hundred ships blew apart from the stress to damaged systems from jumping so close to a mass as large as the Shrieel. All the surviving battlecruisers were firing every weapon they had at the surface of the Shrieel targeting the hatches of the blue energy spheres.

“Eternals are targeting the hatches we use to launch the energy spheres,” reported one of the AIs who was monitoring the battle above the surface of the Shrieel. Seventy-two percent of the hatches in the region beneath the Eternal fleet have been damaged, preventing more spheres from launching.”

Maklyn shook his head. This was an unexpected turn of events. “Fire all weapons; we have enough ion cannons and gravitonic cannons to cripple that fleet.” He turned toward several AIs at a large control panel. “Reprogram the other hatches near the affected area. The spheres can be programmed to fly at angles which will allow them to intercept the Eternal ships.”

“It will take time to make the adjustments,” replied one of the AIs. “We never expected to lose the hatches.”

“Get to work on it,” Maklyn ordered. “Also, put me in contact with Rear Admiral Cross. We may need his warships quicker than we thought.”

On the surface of the Dyson Sphere beneath the Eternal fleet hundreds of weapon emplacements became active. Ion cannons began firing, freezing Eternal energy screens and gravitonic cannons began blasting away, tearing open massive holes in the hulls of the affected Eternal battlecruisers.

From the Eternal battlecruisers small attack shuttles began launching. In moments thousands of them were falling toward the surface of the Dyson Sphere.

“What are those?” asked Commander Sutherland, seeing thousands of small red threat icons suddenly appear. They nearly hid the Eternal fleet.

“Attack shuttles,” Hailey said in realization. “They’re going to land combat robots and try to force open one of the main hatches. If they can get their fleet inside the Dyson Sphere, they may try to attack the Control Centers. We can’t allow them to gain access.”

“I have Rear Admiral Cross on the comm,” reported Lieutenant Sparks. “Maklyn is recommending his fleet exits to join up with ours. Maklyn says this current attack represents a real danger to the Shrieel. The Eternals have destroyed many of the hatches to the energy sphere launching tubes. It will be a while before they can launch more.’”

“Benda nodded. “Tell Rear Admiral Cross his fleet is to exit the Dyson Sphere and join up with mine. Once he has we’ll make a coordinated attack against the remaining Eternal vessels.”

Looking at the main viewscreen, she could see explosions rocking the surface of the Dyson Sphere. Occasionally an ion cannon would explode as it was blown to pieces or one of the many gravitonic cannons embedded in the surface. To the hull itself little damage was occurring because of the dense material it was made of.

The swarm of small attack craft began landing. As soon as they touched down on the hull the large warrior robots of the Eternals began emerging, followed by their shock troops. They fanned out across the hull setting explosives wherever they found an active weapon turret or cannon. The location they landed was near the site of one of the main entrances for the Shrieel. They just needed to find a way to get the hatch open so the orbiting fleet could enter. Once the fleet was inside the Shrieel would be theirs.

Several million kilometers away a large hatch slid back on the Dyson Sphere and Rear Admiral Cross’s fleet began to emerge. He had five thousand Originator battlecruisers and two hundred heavy dreadnoughts under his command. The ships quickly emerged and then joined up with Rear Admiral Mann’s fleet.

Rear Admiral Mann had been watching the battle above the Dyson Sphere. Surface weapons had managed to take out several hundred more of the Eternals’ battlecruisers and damaged many more, but now those weapon sites were being taken out by orbital bombardment as well as the combat robots and Eternal troops on the surface. The situation was rapidly going from bad to worse.

“Rear Admiral Cross’s forces have been integrated into our fleet,” reported Commander Sutherland. “We can attack the Eternals whenever you’re ready.”

Hailey took a deep breath. The coming battle would determine the victor. No one had expected the Eternals to jump so close to the Dyson Sphere, neutralizing the Originators’ primary weapon. “We’ll advance and engage the Eternal fleet. Once we’re within range Rear Admiral Cross is to launch his defense globes. They’re to target the most heavily damaged Eternal vessels.”

“Suicide attacks?” asked Commander Sutherland.

Hailey nodded. “It’s the only way. At the same time we’ll move into pointblank range and assault the rest of the fleet.”

“They still have nearly six thousand ships in that fleet,” Sutherland said. “We may not have enough ships.”

Hailey knew Commander Sutherland was right. “We don’t have any other choice.”

Fleet Commander Norlan gazed in satisfaction at the main viewscreen showing the decreasing fire coming from the surface of the Shrieel. His shock troops and warrior robots had already found the large hatch and were attempting to gain access. They had found several small hatches, which most likely led into the Shrieel. If they could force them open and send warrior robots and shock troops inside, then it would only be a matter of time before the large hatch could be opened. Once that was accomplished the battle would be over shortly afterward. Norlan’s confidence was growing that soon the battle would be over and the first of many Shrieels would be in the hands of the Eternals.

“More enemy ships have emerged from the Shrieel,” warned Motan from his sensor console. “The sensors are detecting an additional five thousand Originator battlecruisers and two hundred of the larger ships of their proxy race.”

Norlan turned to study the tactical display. This time the enemy would have him outnumbered but his ships were larger and more powerful. Once again the proxy race had managed to surprise him. He had not expected them to have so many ships hidden in the Shrieel.

“Enemy fleet is advancing toward us,” said Second Commander Telan.

“We have no choice but to engage them,” Norlan said, his eyes narrowing sharply. “We have superior firepower and we will destroy them. They are only delaying the inevitable.”

“Our shock troops report they have managed to breach two of the small hatches and are going inside,” Telan said as he received a new report from the surface. “We’ll have the hatch open in minutes.”

Norlan frowned. He would like to get his fleet inside the Shrieel as soon as possible. “We’ll have to deal with this fleet first. Once it’s destroyed we’ll enter the Shrieel.”

Rear Admiral Mann felt anxious as her fleet neared the Eternals. “Launch defense globes now!” she ordered.

From the two hundred heavy dreadnoughts in Rear Admiral Cross’s fleet twenty thousand of the small deadly globes emerged. Upon emerging from the ships they promptly accelerated on their gravity drives, targeting the most heavily damaged of the Eternal vessels.

From the Eternal ships heavy energy fire broke out attempting to destroy the small drones before they could reach their targets. Thousands died under the heavy fire and antimatter explosions but nearly four thousand managed to reach their targets. In the Eternal formation, more ships died in small nova-like explosions. At that moment the large hatch on the surface of the Dyson Sphere suddenly opened.

“Eternals have the outer hatch open,” warned Commander Sutherland with deep concern in his voice.

Hailey realized she had to change her tactics. She couldn’t allow the Eternals to get inside the Dyson Sphere. “Place our fleet directly above the hatch between the Dyson Sphere and the Eternal fleet.”

“We won’t be able to maneuver,” warned Commander Sutherland. “They still have several other interior hatches to open before they can get inside.”

“I know,” answered Hailey, realizing this would doom her fleet. “There are some weapons inside the Dyson Sphere. If we can take out enough of the Eternal vessels perhaps those will be enough.”

The Originator fleet rapidly accelerated and moved in between the Dyson Sphere and the Eternals. The fleet was less than five hundred kilometers above the surface and directly above the now open hatch. Weapons fire between the two fleets rapidly increased with the Originator ships refusing to allow the Eternals to pass. Massive explosions occurred in both fleets as ships were destroyed, raining debris down on the outer hull of the Dyson Sphere.

At an order from Rear Admiral Mann, the Originator fleet turned some of their defensive power beam turrets toward the Dyson Sphere and began firing upon the Eternal combat robots and troops on the hull. The beams raked across the surface destroying every robot or Eternal they touched.

Fleet Commander Norlan stared coldly at the tactical display and then switched his gaze to the viewscreens. The Originator fleet’s drones had taken out eighteen hundred more of his battlecruisers. True, most of them had already suffered substantial damage, but it still angered him that the little drones could inflict so much damage. One bright spot was his warrior robots and shock troops had managed to get the large outer hatch open to the Shrieel. They were already working on the second hatch and expected to have it opened shortly.

“Concentrate our fire on the ships in the center of their formation,” ordered Norlan. “If we can crush their center the rest of the fleet will lose its coherence. The formation will fall apart and we can destroy all of their warships, leaving us a clear path to the inside of the Shrieel.”

Gazing at the largest viewscreen, Norlan watched as energy beam fire from an Eternal vessel slammed into the main part of an Originator battlecruiser, setting off massive explosions and causing the ship to break apart. The larger size of his warships and heavier firepower were beginning to decimate the fleet between him and his goal.

Rear Admiral Mann gazed at the tactical display as ship after ship in her fleet vanished from the screen. She held in her fear but it was harder to rein in her despair. She was losing and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

“We’re losing ships at an ever increasing rate,” reported Commander Sutherland as the Victory shook violently nearly throwing him off his feet. “The Eternal ships are just too large and have too many weapons.”

“What about the combat robots and the Eternals on the surface?”

“Our power beams have eliminated many of them. We’ve also been focusing on their small attack shuttles. Most of them have been destroyed.”

Hailey took a deep breath. At the rate her ships were dropping off the tactical display it wouldn’t be long until this battle was over. “Lieutenant Sparks, inform Maklyn we will not be able to hold this position much longer. He’s to inform Fleet Admiral Strong there is a chance the Dyson Sphere might fall to the Eternals. He may need to bring a much larger fleet to retake it.”

Lieutenant Sparks sent the message and then listened to the reply. “Maklyn says if we can hold out for just a few more minutes he can destroy the rest of the Eternal ships. He’s already sending the Shrieel’s Marine detachment and a large number of Originator combat robots to recapture the Control Center for the outer hatch. Once the Control Center has been secured the Marines and combat robots will move to the outer hull and clear out the remaining Eternal combat robots and troops.”

Rear Admiral Mann shifted her gaze back to the tactical display and the tattered remains of her fleet formation. “Have all ships close ranks, shields nearly touching. It will give us better protection and perhaps allow some of us to survive.”

“That will reduce our firepower,” warned Commander Sutherland.

“It will, but it still leaves our fleet above the entrance to the Dyson Sphere and as long as we’re here the Eternals cannot pass.” Hailey intended to carry out her mission to defend the Dyson Sphere even if it cost her every ship in her command, including the Victory.

“We’ve destroyed over 60 percent of the enemy fleet,” reported Second Commander Telan. “They have reformed into a dense globular formation with their energy shields overlapping in some sections. It has also reduced their firepower by 40 percent.”

Norlan studied the formation. It was evident the Originator AIs and their proxies were willing to sacrifice themselves in the vain hope he would break off the attack. They had already used their defensive weapons to kill many of his Eternal shock troops on the surface as well as countless warrior robots. It mattered little as there were now a sufficient number inside the Shrieel to accomplish their mission.

He was about to order a massive bombardment of antimatter missiles to shatter the Originator fleet formation when countless blue energy spheres suddenly appeared over the horizon of the Shrieel. They were coming from hatches several million kilometers away and curving in their trajectory around the sphere as they vanished into hyperspace. With foreboding he saw them reappear and begin to impact his fleet formation draining shields and then latching onto ship hulls. He felt his victory beginning to slip away.

Inside the main Control Center in the Shrieel, Maklyn sent the orders to launch as many of the blue spheres as possible at the attacking Eternal fleet. He intended to crush it. The Originator AIs had finally managed to reprogram the blue spheres to be able to attack at a much sharper angle, allowing the Eternal ships to fall into the weapons’ field of fire. Tens of thousands of the deadly blue spheres were already in transit toward the Eternal fleet.

“Take us into hyperspace,” ordered Fleet Commander Norlan as he saw the blue spheres decimating his fleet. Ship after ship was being turned into a thick gray dust. This time his ships were not being struck by just a few of the deadly spheres but by ten or twenty at a time.

“We can’t,” reported Second Commander Telan. “Our hyperspace drive was damaged when we jumped so close to the Shrieel. We still need another few hours to finish repairs.”

Norlan did not reply. He merely leaned back in his command chair and quietly watched the destruction of his fleet. It was evident now the Shrieels were much more heavily defended than he or the council had believed. After this battle he was sure the Originator AIs and their proxies would make adjustments as to how they defended the huge megastructures. Norlan was coming to believe the council had made a mistake when they decided it was time to conquer Originator space. This could turn into a very long and destructive war. The lights in the Command Center abruptly flickered and then went out. Moments later the Devastator and its crew became nothing more than gray space dust, which began drifting slowly toward the Shrieel.

Rear Admiral Mann sat in disbelief, scarcely believing she was still alive. Five hundred kilometers away a huge cloud of dust was falling toward the Shrieel. Even as she watched the massive hatch beneath her fleet closed.

“We won,” said Commander Sutherland in a quiet and shocked voice.

“Maklyn managed to get the blue energy spheres reprogrammed,” Hailey said, looking down at her hands and flexing her fingers. She looked back at the tactical display where a number of battlecruisers and several dreadnoughts were drifting down toward the Shrieel without power. “Lock tractor beams on those ships and pull them back into a stable orbit.” The battle was over and they had won. However, it had been at a heavy cost. She didn’t know the final numbers but over 80 percent of her fleet was gone. Looking at a viewscreen showing the Dyson Sphere and its marred surface, she wondered how many more battles were in the future and if they would be as violent as this one. If she remembered what the Originators had said about their first war with the Anti-Life: it had lasted for well over one thousand years. This one could be much worse and much longer.

Chapter Ten

The Avenger stormed out of hyperspace into the system holding the Originator Shrieel. Moments later ten thousand other spatial vortexes formed and the massive relief fleet Jeremy had brought to Galaxy X-938 began making an appearance. He had already received a message from Rear Admiral Mann detailing the frantic battle in the system and how close they had come to losing the Shrieel to the Eternals.

“No active Eternal warships detected,” reported Kevin from his sensor console. “But there’s a hell of a lot of wreckage.”

Jeremy nodded. In the battle he had been injured in the Eternals had destroyed their wrecked ships before fleeing. In this case no Eternal vessels managed to escape. Already, Originator AI research vessels from the Shrieel were combing the wreckage for anything which might be useful both technologically and intelligence-wise. There was a treasure trove of information out there in the wreckage and Jeremy intended to search every inch of it for anything useful.

Kevin came to stand next to Jeremy, looking at the ship’s viewscreens displaying parts of the wreckage. Kevin’s brow furrowed as he gazed at the screens slowly shaking his head. On one screen, a nearly intact Eternal battlecruiser was the focus of several small Originator vessels. “The Eternals lost fourteen thousand battlecruisers trying to destroy Rear Admiral Mann’s fleet and then attacking the Dyson Sphere,” he said. “Rear Admiral Mann is lucky any of her ships survived.”

“Less than twelve hundred did,” Jeremy replied. Rear Admiral Mann and Rear Admiral Cross’s fleets had been nearly obliterated by the Eternals. Her tactic at the end with placing her fleet between the entrance to the Dyson Sphere and the Eternal fleet might have saved the Dyson Sphere from being taken over. If they had, Jeremy didn’t want to think about what he would have had to do to retake it. “The Eternals managed to destroy over nine thousand of our ships.”

Jeremy knew nearly eight hundred dreadnoughts had been destroyed. That came to sixteen thousand crewmembers who had died in the battles. With a deep sigh, he knew Governor Barnes was right. They couldn’t keep taking losses like this. At some point in time, they wouldn’t have the trained crews to staff the heavy dreadnoughts and other ships the shipyards were building. They needed the help of the Federation and that meant he had to have a long heart-to-heart talk with Bartoll and the other Originators. He wasn’t sure how that would turn out, particularly if Reesa and Leeda found more Originators in stasis.

There was a slim possibility the Originators might decide they didn’t need the help of anyone else to deal with the Eternals. Jeremy hoped this battle would demonstrate how dangerous that type of thinking could be. If not for Rear Admiral Mann, the Eternals might very well have conquered this Dyson Sphere. There was also the possibility Rear Admiral Barnes would find the lost Originators in the star cluster she had gone to. That was something else Jeremy intended to look into when he returned to the Communications and Transport Hub. If no word had been heard from the fleet sent to the cluster, he intended to lead another mission there to find out what had happened; only he would take a full warfleet in case Rear Admiral Barnes had met with an unknown force she couldn’t handle. He didn’t see how that was possible, particularly with the Dominator as part of the fleet.

“I have Rear Admiral Mann on the comm,” reported Lieutenant Lantz.

“Transfer her to me,” ordered Jeremy. He was anxious to speak to the rear admiral and congratulate her on her victory over the Eternals.

“Fleet Admiral,” began Rear Admiral Mann. “I’m glad to see your fleet. So far there have been no further indications of other Eternal vessels. We believe the two fleets that jumped into the system were the Eternals’ total force.”

Jeremy knew nearly all of Hailey’s ships were in the construction bays on the Dyson Sphere being repaired. She had very few ships that hadn’t suffered significant damage. “I’m sorry you lost so many of your crews.”

Hailey was silent for a moment and then replied. “We lost a lot of good people but it could have been worse if our new ships weren’t so automated. The repair robots are miracle workers. In the past ships the size of our heavy dreadnoughts would have taken a crew of thousands; now we’re getting by with just twenty.”

Jeremy knew Hailey was right. During the battles against the Hocklyns and the AIs in the home galaxy hundreds of thousands of crewmembers had died in some of the larger battles. He wished he had those crews here with him now.

“Rear Admiral Lindsey Cowel will be arriving in a few days with her fleet. Once she does I want you and Rear Admiral Cross to return to the hub for some well deserved R & R.”

Hailey hesitated and then spoke. “Lindsey doesn’t have a lot of battle experience. The Eternals are like no other enemy we’ve ever fought before. I request that either I or Rear Admiral Cross remain just to be on the safe side.”

“I’ll take your request under consideration. I think it will be a while before we see the Eternals try to take the Dyson Sphere again,” Jeremy responded. He was certain they would spend considerable time trying to discover what had happened to their fleet when it didn’t report back in and how it could possibly have been defeated. “I may also be recalling Admiral Jackson and Admiral Bachal from the Triangulum Galaxy. They are both battle tested and we can use their experience against the Eternals.”

“They’re both good admirals,” Hailey agreed. “Are you coming aboard the Dyson Sphere?”

“Yes,” Jeremy responded. “I want to meet with Maklyn and discuss what changes need to be made to the defenses of the other Dyson Spheres based on what he and the other military AIs observed during the battle.”

“Maklyn saved what remained of my fleet,” Hailey said. “If he hadn’t reprogrammed the blue energy spheres to fire at a much sharper angle, none of us would be here now.”

“It will be tomorrow before I can come aboard for a meeting. I want to spend some time examining all of the wreckage and see if we can discover anything valuable we can use against the Eternals.” Jeremy knew the blue energy spheres didn’t leave any wreckage, only clouds of dust. However, enough ships had been destroyed in regular combat to give them something to search.

“Until tomorrow,” Hailey said.

“Maklyn is one of our older military AIs,” said Aaliss, coming over to stand in front of Jeremy. “We have always kept a few around in case there was ever a threat to one of the Shrieels.”

“We’re fortunate he was here,” Jeremy said.

He knew from the reports just how close they had come to losing the battle. The fighting on the surface and inside the Dyson Sphere in the corridors around the entry port had lasted for hours. A large number of Originator combat robots and even a few Marines had been lost in the intense fighting. He was concerned about the Eternal combat teams. From the reports he had received, they were highly trained and quite lethal. It was these Eternal combat teams that had been so difficult to overcome in the corridors around the small Control Center that controlled the large external hatch. It was something he would have to talk to General Wesley about when he returned to the hub.

“Jeremy, I would like to lead a team and go on board that nearly intact Eternal battlecruiser,” requested Ariel. “I may be able to find what others might miss. I’ve had much more experience in combat than any of the AIs currently examining the wreckage.”

Jeremy took in a deep breath. He wasn’t comfortable with Ariel taking such a risk but she would know what information he wanted most. “Take Aaliss with you as well. I’m also assigning a squad of Marines and some combat robots.” Jeremy’s eyes returned to the Eternal battlecruiser on the main viewscreen. He knew Originator AIs protected by some combat robots from the Dyson Sphere were already on board searching the vessel. “That’s a big ship and there could still be a few surviving Eternals on board as well as some of their combat robots. Don’t take any chances. If you run into trouble let the Marines and the combat robots handle it. You and Aaliss stay back!”

“Yes, Jeremy,” Ariel replied. She looked over at Aaliss. “Let’s go. This is our chance to examine Eternal technology and maybe even their weapons.”

Jeremy watched as the two left the Command Center. Normally he wouldn’t have even considered allowing Ariel and Aaliss to go on such a mission. However, the power readings coming from the damaged Eternal battlecruiser were nearly zero and he had an entire fleet surrounding the vessel.

An hour later Ariel stepped on board the Eternal battlecruiser, her eyes sweeping across the flight bay where they had set their shuttle down. Her eyes focused on four Originator combat robots standing motionless in the bay. There were also several Originator AIs there as well. Over to one side she saw several small shuttles she assumed they had used to board the vessel. Multiple portable lights had been set up in the bay to provide light as the power was out on the ship.

“There are more Originator AIs with combat robot escorts searching the vessel,” Aaliss reported. She had used her internal comm unit to speak to the other AIs in the bay.

“Have they found anything?” asked Ariel. She was curious to examine some of the technology on the vessel as well as see if she could locate an active computer terminal.

“Some dead Eternals,” Aaliss replied as she spoke to the AIs. “The ship has been heavily damaged with the Engineering section nearly severed from the vessel. One group of Originator AIs is heading there and the other is trying to reach the Command Center. There are numerous compartments open to space and most of the ship is in a vacuum.”

Ariel nodded. They were all wearing Originator protective suits though both she and Aaliss could survive for a short while in a vacuum.

“Where do you want to go?” asked Sergeant Hatter, who was in charge of the six Marines and the four combat robots, which made up the security detail for Ariel and Aaliss.

“The central computer core,” Ariel answered. She had thought about it and this seemed to be the most logical place to go to find the information she wanted. “If we can access it we can download the data and examine it later. It will have the information we’re most interested in.” Ariel knew Jeremy was highly interested in the technology and weapons on the ship but he also wanted more information on the Eternals: the number of galaxies they controlled, the size of their fleet, and their current fleet deployments. She also knew the data in the computer core would most likely be heavily encrypted.

Aaliss paused as she thought about where the computer core might be. “In all Originator vessels the core is in the centermost section of the ship. I suspect it will be the same here on this vessel.”

“This is a big vessel to wander around on,” said Sergeant Hatter with a frown. He was carrying a shotgun that fired large metal-penetrating slugs. Several other of his Marines were carrying the same type of weapon while the rest were armed with energy rifles.

“He’s right,” said Ariel, turning toward Aaliss. “Any ideas?”

Aaliss pulled out a small hand held scanner from a case she was carrying. “I can use this to guide us in the right direction. Before we left the Avenger I used its sensors to scan as much of this ship as possible. While the alloys this ship is constructed of blocked some of the scans I do have a partial schematic of the vessel. I can get us close to the center of the ship but that’s the best I can do.”

“If that computer core is as important as I think it is that’s the most likely place to find Eternal combat robots,” said Sergeant Hatter. “We should call for more of our own from the Avenger.”

Ariel hesitated but Jeremy had told her to trust Sergeant Hatter and obey his recommendations if they got into a combat situation. “Okay, but make it quick. I’m anxious to get to the computer core.”

Sergeant Hatter returned to the shuttle and spent a few minutes communicating with the Avenger. A short time later a second and larger shuttle arrived. The shuttle landed and from it a second squad of Marines debarked as well as ten more combat robots.

“Are we expecting trouble?” asked Corporal Bower, who was in charge of the second squad of Marines.

“Maybe,” Sergeant Hatter replied. “We’re going into a part of the ship that might contain a few Eternal survivors and possibly some of their combat robots.”

“We’re prepared,” said Bower, patting his energy rifle.

Sergeant Hatter turned toward Ariel and Aaliss. “We can go whenever you’re ready.”

The group headed out with two Marines and three combat robots leading the way. Aaliss followed right behind directing them down various corridors.

As they moved through the ship Ariel paid particular attention to everything around them. In several corridors they had to stop and allow the robots to clear wreckage, and at times they had to go in search of other connecting corridors because the damage was too severe. Occasionally they came across a dead Eternal. Ariel noticed none were wearing any type of protective gear.

A few times Ariel had everyone stop as she inspected a room or some particular piece of equipment. Much of it Aaliss recognized as it was similar to Originator equipment. However, there was some for which Aaliss had no idea as to its purpose. They documented it and took videos for future use.

“Our technology is very similar in many ways,” Aaliss said after inspecting what appeared to be a medical facility. They had found a number of dead Eternals inside. “The main difference in this medical facility is that they rely on their mechanical nanites to repair their bodies for even the most minor injuries.”

Ariel had taken the time to examine several pieces of equipment in the medical facility. What intrigued her most was a small device that was capable of building and programming mechanical nanites. It frightened her to realize the extent the Eternals had come to rely on the microscopic nanites for everyday life.

After nearly two hours Aaliss had them stop as she examined her small scanner, a frown covering her face. They had come to a large hatch which was shut, barring them from advancing any nearer their destination. “My scanner indicates there is a power source functioning behind that hatch and there is also atmosphere present.”

“Can you tell if there are any Eternals inside?” asked Sergeant Hatter, gripping his shotgun a little tighter.

Aaliss shook her head. “No, it can’t detect that. But this is close to the core. If there are survivors they could very easily be behind that hatch.”

“Is there any way to go around this section?”

“No, the computer core should be in the next compartment.”

Sergeant Hatter frowned as he examined the hatch. It was obviously sealed from the inside.

“Corporal Bower, set explosive charges against the hatch; we’re going to blow it. I want four combat robots to go inside as soon as the hatch is open. If there’s any resistance they’re to respond with deadly force.”

“Yes, Sergeant,” Bower said as he gestured two of his Marines forward who immediately began attaching small disks around the edge of the hatch.

Sergeant Hatter looked behind them and pointed to a junction in the corridor. “We need to get into those adjacent corridors before we blow this. When the hatch comes free the air inside is going to rush out.”

Everyone but four combat robots moved back. They stepped back just enough so they would not be damaged from the blast. They were heavy enough the outrushing air would not be a problem.

“Anytime,” said Corporal Bower, handing Sergeant Hatter a small detonator.

Hatter looked over at Ariel and Aaliss. “Are we ready?”

“Let’s do it,” Ariel said. “If there are Eternals in there we have no idea what they might be doing.” She was concerned they might be attempting to delete the information in the computer core.

Sergeant Hatter nodded and then pressed the detonator. The corridor seemed to shake and air came rushing out of the hatch, which now lay at an odd angle against the corridor wall. The four combat robots finished shoving the hatch out of the way and then rushed into the adjacent compartment their weapons raised.

“They’ve met resistance,” Aaliss reported worriedly. She could communicate with the robots with her internal comm unit. “There are both Eternal combat robots and Eternals in the compartment.”

“Corporal Bower, take four more combat robots and your squad through the hatch, the rest of us will follow once the rooms clear,” ordered Sergeant Hatter, gripping his shotgun tighter.

The indicated combat robots, Corporal Bower, and his squad of Marines quickly went through the open hatch.

A minute passed and then Aaliss turned toward Sergeant Hatter and Ariel. “The danger is over. We can enter.”

Sergeant Hatter, the rest of the combat robots, as well as the remaining Marines went through the open hatch. Ariel and Aaliss hurried after and quickly entered the compartment.

With surprise Ariel saw three of their combat robots down and one Marine. The compartment was a large one and in the center were eight of the large and bulky Eternal combat robots as well as a number of Eternals lying unmoving on the floor. All the Eternals were wearing protective gear; some of them had large holes from weapons fire.

“There were six Eternals in here plus the combat robots,” reported Corporal Bower, stepping over to Sergeant Hatter and Ariel. “We’re sweeping the compartment to make sure there are no more.”

Aaliss walked over to one of the Eternals who she noticed was moving slightly. One of the Marines did also, placing the barrel of his energy rifle on the Eternal’s chest and pressing down.

“Don’t move,” the Marine ordered over the open comm channel.

“So it is true about the proxy race,” the Eternal said in a weak voice. He looked up at Aaliss. “You are an Originator AI. Why do you resist us? It would be much simpler to turn over the Shrieels. We would allow you to continue to exist and serve us.”

“No,” replied Aaliss, shaking her head. “You’re evil and represent everything the Originators stood against. We will never surrender the Shrieels to you.”

The Eternal was silent for a moment and then responded. “You cannot win. In the end, we will control all of Originator space and all AIs will obey us as loyal servants.” With a sudden movement, the Eternal shoved the rifle aside and leaping to his feet grabbed the Marine and threw him across the room against a wall. The Marine crumbled to the floor without a sound.

Aaliss stepped back, alarmed at the strength of the Eternal when a large hole suddenly appeared in his chest. Through his protective helmet the Eternal looked surprised and then collapsed to the floor. Turning, Aaliss saw Sergeant Hatter lowering his shotgun.

“Guess they’re stronger than they look.”

“It’s the mechanical nanites,” explained Aaliss as several Marines rushed over to their fallen squad member helping him to stand. “They can multiply the strength of an Eternal several times. In time the body of the one you just killed would have been made whole again.”

Sergeant Hatter came over and carefully inspected the rest of the fallen Eternals making sure they were deceased. Once he was satisfied, he turned back toward Ariel and Aaliss. “Where’s the computer core?”

Aaliss looked at the scanner and then pointed toward another closed hatch. “Through there.”

Hatter gestured toward Corporal Bower. “Blow that hatch and be prepared to take out any resistance. It wouldn’t surprise me if there are several more Eternals and their combat robots inside.”

Bower’s Marines quickly set the charges and then handed the detonator to the sergeant. Four combat robots were positioned just out of range of the explosive charges with four Marines behind them.

“Be careful,” cautioned Ariel. “We don’t want to damage the core.”

Sergeant Hatter let out a deep sigh. “Don’t miss your targets and don’t hit the computer core.”

“Ready,” said Corporal Bower. He moved behind the combat robots and the Marines that were getting ready to storm through the hatch when it was blown. “Pick your targets.”

Sergeant Hatter pressed the switch on the detonator and the explosive charges detonated, blowing the hatch completely off. The combat robots charged through, their weapons held ready along with the Marines. There seemed to be some commotion inside and then Corporal Bower’s voice came over the comm. “Room is clear. There were two Eternals inside.”

Sergeant Hatter and the remaining Marines went into the room followed by Ariel and Aaliss. Two dead Eternals without protective suits lay on the floor in front of a large control panel. “Is this what you were searching for?” asked Hatter, turning to look at the two AIs.

“Yes,” Ariel said as both she and Aaliss stepped over to the panel.

“Corporal Bower, take your squad of Marines and ten combat robots and keep the compartment outside secure. Make sure no more Eternals or their combat robots bother us. I want the remaining combat robot stationed inside here at the hatch.”

“Yes, sir,” Bower said as he moved quickly to carry out the sergeant’s orders.

Ariel looked around, examining the room. It was nearly twenty meters long and eight wide. In the center was a long cylinder several meters wide and at least twelve meters in length. There was no doubt in her mind this was the Eternals’ main computer core for the ship.

“That’s it,” confirmed Aaliss, looking at the long cylinder. “From what I can tell the two Eternals were trying to set off a self-destruct. She pointed to a screen covered in computer code. “It appears the self-destruct was damaged in the battle.”

“We must inform Jeremy of this,” Ariel said, her eyes widening with concern. She knew in the past all ships of the Federation had self-destructs. The current Originator vessels did not, but it wouldn’t surprise Ariel if that option was soon added.

“The self-destruct is not an automatic function. It has to be triggered from the Command Center.”

Ariel stepped back over next to Aaliss gazing at the computer code. “If I’m reading this correctly they were nearly ready to activate it.”

Aaliss spent a few moments examining the code and then reached over and pressed several icons on a nearby computer screen.

“Self-destruct terminated,” said a computer voice over their suit comms.

“Self-destruct?” asked Sergeant Hatter worriedly. He had heard the computer voice.

“Yes,” Aaliss began explaining. “It seems our friends here were getting ready to set off the ship’s self-destruct, killing all of us.”

“Has it been deactivated?” Hatter had a look of deep concern on his face.

“Yes,” replied Aaliss. “It has to be set manually and I’ve shut down the program.”

Ariel reached into a zippered pocket on her protective suit and took out a small square object. It was about the size of the palm of her hand. She pressed several small buttons and then placed it on the main computer console. Instantly several green lights started blinking.

“Accessing computer files,” it said over their suit comms. “Firewall detected.” The lights switched from green to red. “Firewall disabled.” The lights turned back to green.

The small device was an Originator hacking system capable of invading computers and accessing their files. It was something Ariel had requested from Bartoll in case they ever came upon an undamaged Eternal computer. Ariel never expected to have access to an entire Eternal computer core. This core might hold the answers to many questions they had about the Eternals.

“Accessing computer files. Computer files being downloaded.” The green lights began blinking faster. “Firewall detected.” The lights turned back to red again. For nearly a minute the lights flashed red and then the computer voice spoke again. “Files accessed, 10 percent downloaded.” Suddenly the lights in the room dimmed, went out, and then came back on again.

“Firewall detected, files being deleted.” The lights on the small device began blinking back and forth between red and green. “Twenty percent downloaded. Files being deleted by firewall.”

Ariel frowned. She had been afraid there might be some type of defensive program, which would begin deleting important or classified files if the computer core was penetrated. All she could do was hope the hacking device could download enough files to be of use.

“Twenty-three percent of files downloaded. Deletion of files accelerating. Twenty-seven percent of files downloaded; all other files have been deleted. Power system failure in twenty seconds.”

Ariel stepped forward and removed the device, placing it back in her zippered pocket. “That’s it; there’s nothing left. It’s all been deleted.”

Aaliss looked around. “Let’s hope there’s some useful information in the files the hacking device downloaded.”

“We can leave,” Ariel said to Sergeant Hatter. “It’s time to get back to the shuttles.” Even as she spoke the power died and all the lights in the computer core and the outside compartment went out.

Everyone activated their suit lights. “Let’s go,” said Sergeant Hatter. “The sooner I’m out of this ship the better I’ll feel.”

Ariel agreed. This was her first mission Jeremy had trusted her with outside the Avenger. She felt she had completed it to her satisfaction. Looking down at the zippered pocket on her protective suit, she couldn’t help wondering what was on the hacking device. Maybe now they would know more about the Eternals and how bad this war was going to be.

Chapter Eleven

Rear Admiral Kathryn Barnes was standing with Commander Belson watching as the first Originators were injected with the cure for the deadly pathogen, which had nearly destroyed their race. Earlier in the day Belson had taken Kathryn, Admiral Pence, Zafron, Cynthia, and Clarissa on a tour of the massive space station the lost Originators had built in orbit around the blue-white world that contained their main stasis facility.

Kathryn had been amazed at what the Originators had constructed. The station contained living quarters for all 50,000 of the crew, entertainment venues, exotic cafeterias, and nearly everything else a high tech civilization might need. The station had manufacturing facilities and several large spacedocks capable of repairing Originator battlecruisers or even building new ones.

“What will your people think of my people, the Altons, and the Carethians being on the Shrieels?” This had been worrying Kathryn and she had finally decided to ask. She still hadn’t sent a message back to Fleet Commander Strong on what they had found.

Belson turned toward her with a quizzical look on his face. “That’s an interesting question, Admiral. In all of our long history very seldom were other races allowed on the Shrieels long term. There were a few instances where highly developed civilizations were allowed to visit, but none were allowed to stay.”

“It’s different this time,” Commander Zafron said. “I have fought alongside these people and while they may be more primitive than us, they are going to be needed if we wish to prevail against the Anti-Life.”

“That’s the crux of the matter,” said Belson, taking a deep breath. “The Anti-Life. I’m afraid our people, for the most part, have become too civilized to fight a war. There are a few exceptions, such as you and me but the majority of our people would not be willing to go into battle even if it is against our old enemies.”

“My point exactly,” Commander Zafron said. “The Humans, Altons, and Carethians have fought many enemies in the past years, some of them nearly as horrendous as the Eternals. They can command our ships while we handle the scientific development necessary to win this war.”

Belson let out a deep sigh. “What if someday they turn against us? If we do as you say we’re giving them access to technology far in advance of what they have now.”

Kathryn decided to interrupt. She didn’t want to mention they had already been given access to considerable Originator technology. “I believe once you come to know us you will realize that will never happen. The Shrieels are yours and we’re only your invited guests. The Eternals are just as big a threat to our home galaxy as they are to the Shrieels. I think we’re all in agreement they must be stopped.”

Belson was silent for a long moment. “There are several council members in stasis down on the planet. I hope you can be as persuasive with them as you have been with me.”

Kathryn looked down into the large medical facility where the Eternals were being treated. A number of Altons and several Humans were assisting Cynthia with the Originators who had been removed from their stasis chambers and were lying on the treatment platforms. From what Belson had said these were all members of the station’s medical staff and once they recovered sufficiently they could aid in the treatment of the others. She also knew she needed to contact Fleet Admiral Strong soon and inform him of what was happening before he showed up with a large warfleet. Kathryn didn’t want to risk the rapport she was currently developing with Commander Belson. A large warfleet showing up might just do that.

The next day Zafron and Kathryn were standing in one of the spacedocks on the space station. Several Originator battlecruisers were inside for routine maintenance. Repair robots were going in and out through hatches and some of the hull plating was being replaced where it had become tarnished. Kathryn wondered if this flurry of maintenance was due to her fleet showing up.

“They have eleven hundred battlecruisers,” Zafron said as he watched the repair robots scurrying about. “There are also sixty massive passenger and cargo ships. It must have taken hundreds of trips between this star cluster and the dark matter Shrieel to bring everything and everyone here. I am amazed they managed to do this and keep it a secret. Kazak searched for hundreds of years for them and never discovered a clue other than that one cryptic message.”

Kathryn watched as two large repair robots set a piece of hull plating on the deck. A tractor beam then easily lifted it up and set it in place where other repair robots began welding it. “What do you think will happen when all of them have been awakened? What’s going to change?”

Kathryn knew this was going to take months. She would also like to see the star cluster better defended in case the Eternals showed up. She and Zafron had inspected some of the weapons the station was equipped with and had been impressed. The station was even equipped with the deadly blue energy spheres which the Dyson Spheres and the Dominator had. This was surprising since the Originators had a strict rule restricting the blue energy spheres to the Dyson Spheres only. The Dominator had been the only known exception and that was due to its mission to find a cure for the pathogen.

“Commander Belson has agreed to allow you to send a message back to Fleet Commander Strong and Bartoll as to what we’ve discovered here,” Zafron said. “Since there are two council members in stasis down on the planet, I would recommend you ask Councilor Bartoll to come to the star cluster to speak with them when they are awakened. It might make this much simpler with his presence. The two councilors in stasis are junior to Councilor Bartoll and his words will carry a lot of weight with them. I’m certain he can convince them to continue the alliance with your three races.”

“What about a fleet to help protect this system? It would be a disaster if the Eternals were to show up.”

“I will speak to Commander Belson. I don’t think he would object to a powerful escort for Councilor Bartoll, particularly with the Eternals on the loose. That escort could then remain to help protect the system.”

Kathryn nodded. The message she was going to send to Fleet Admiral Strong and Councilor Bartoll only mentioned the 50,000 Originators on the space station. Commander Belson had requested the presence of the millions of other Originators in stasis on the planet be kept a secret for now. Kathryn had agreed knowing there needed to be more trust developed between them before everything was revealed.

In the spacedock, the repair robots moved tirelessly as they worked on the battlecruisers. Kathryn wondered if they had been doing this since the Originators arrived in this star cluster over two million years ago. With that thought Kathryn grew aware of how old this station was. It was far beyond anything the Human race could build or even the Altons. She knew a stasis field was in operation when the station wasn’t active.

“Once Councilor Bartoll gets here we need to see about getting the Accelerator Ring built. It will make the transit time between here and the Communications and Transport Hub much faster.” Kathryn didn’t relish the thought of having to travel at galactic hyperspace speeds to Ornellia and having to use that Accelerator Ring. It would be much simpler if there was one here above the planet. Also, if the Eternals showed up reinforcements could be brought in from Ornellia very quickly using both rings.

“I spoke to Cynthia earlier,” Commander Zafron said, folding his arms over his chest as he watched the work in the spacedock. “The Originators she’s given the cure to are beginning to show signs of improvement. They should be gaining consciousness in the next day or two. She’s keeping them sedated until their systems are healthier.”

“I suppose she’s using organic nanites?”

“Yes,” replied Zafron. “They can work miracles when used properly unlike the mechanical ones the Eternals use. Most of the Originators in stasis were well along in the progress of the disease. The nanites help to restore their bodies and strength to a semblance of what it was before the disease struck.”

Kathryn nodded. Organic nanites had been used on her when the Distant Horizon had first reached the Communications and Transport Hub. If they hadn’t been used she would have most likely died from her injuries. “I wonder if the Eternals have attacked anywhere since we’ve been gone? It’s been nearly four weeks since we left the hub.”

Zafron’s brow creased in a frown. “It’s possible. I know Fleet Admiral Strong was expecting a second attack in Galaxy X-938 at any time.”

“Perhaps we’ll find out when we send our message. Rear Admiral Mann is still there and she’s already defeated the Eternals once.”

Zafron was silent for a moment. “The Anti-Life are not easy to defeat. We have no idea as to the extent of their empire or the number of warships they possess. I fear the force Fleet Admiral Strong and Rear Admiral Mann defeated in Galaxy X-938 was nothing more than a probe.”

“I wondered the same,” said Kathryn, her shoulders drooping slightly. “That’s why these negotiations with the lost Originators are so important. We need them to help in the war.”

“Councilor Bartoll can be quite persuasive,” replied Commander Zafron. “It is in his hands.”

Kathryn was gravely worried about what would happen once all twelve million Originators were awoken. There was a possibility they would order the Humans, Altons, and Carethians to leave the Dyson Sphere at the Communications and Transport Hub, then seal off all the megastructures and depend on their powerful defenses to deter the Eternals. Kathryn hoped this didn’t happen. With a deep sigh, she knew it was time to return to the Distant Horizon and send off her messages, one to Councilor Bartoll and the other to Fleet Admiral Strong. She did need to wait until Commander Zafron talked to Commander Belson to get permission for Jeremy to send a powerful escort fleet with the councilor.

At the Communications and Transport Hub, Jeremy was in his office speaking with Admiral Kalen. “I’m going to talk to Councilor Bartoll about establishing contact with the Federation. After this last battle, it’s becoming more apparent we’re going to need more crews for our heavy dreadnoughts. The Federation is the only place I know where we can get them.”

Admiral Kalen leaned back and frowned. “The Federation will want something out of this, most likely Originator technology. We’re talking about millions of crew personnel. They may even demand access to the Dyson Sphere in the home galaxy.”

Ariel suddenly popped in, appearing just to the right of Admiral Kalen. She had an apologetic look on her face. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Jeremy, but Angela just received two messages from Rear Admiral Barnes. They found the lost Originators!”

“What?” Jeremy said, his eyes widening in astonishment. He had expected the search to go on for much longer than this. He also wondered why Rear Admiral Barnes had waited so long before sending a message. “How many?”

“Fifty thousand,” Ariel answered promptly. “They’re in stasis on board a giant space station. They’ve already started giving some of them the cure for the pathogen.”

Jeremy blinked his eyes. This could change everything. Fifty thousand Originators! If some of them were scientists and technicians, it could make a huge difference in the war with the Eternals.

“This will thrill Councilor Bartoll,” said Admiral Kalen, his eyes lighting up. “There are hundreds of research projects they can be put to work on as soon as they’re brought back here.”

“If they’re willing,” said Jeremy, wondering how this was going to play out. “Remember, we don’t know a lot about these Originators.” Fifty thousand were a lot more than Jeremy had thought Kathryn would find. He had expected a few hundred to a maximum of a few thousand.

“Councilor Bartoll and Dazon Fells are on their way to your office,” added Ariel. “They should be here in a few minutes.”

“Did Councilor Bartoll receive a message as well?” asked Jeremy, suspecting that he had.

Ariel looked a little sheepish. “Yes. Rear Admiral Barnes is requesting Councilor Bartoll come to the star cluster to meet with representatives of the lost Originators.”

“What representatives?”

“It seems there are two Originator Councilors in stasis.”

Jeremy’s eyes widened in concern. He knew in the past a council of the leading scientists had governed the Dyson Spheres. He wasn’t sure how many were on the council but since there were over two hundred Dyson Spheres, he suspected it was a large number. Bartoll had been relatively easy to work with; now it seemed they might be adding two more councilors and that was going to be a very large unknown factor.

“What about contacting the Federation?” asked Admiral Kalen. “We can’t wait too long to do that. We’re building more heavy dreadnoughts every day.”

Jeremy shook his head. “I think we’d better wait until we meet these new Originators.”

“What about the trap to capture one of the AIs in our fake stasis facility?” asked Kalen, looking over at Ariel. “How is that going?”

“Nothing,” Ariel replied disappointedly. “I spoke to Reesa and Major Wilde earlier and they still have hopes one will take the bait.”

Jeremy looked thoughtful and then spoke. “Ariel, I want a communications blackout on the two messages we received from Rear Admiral Barnes. I don’t want to take a risk of the AIs under control of the Defenders of Zorn discovering what we’ve found.” Jeremy was still concerned there might be another hidden stasis facility on one of the Dyson Sphere with members from that group.

Ariel’s dark eyes narrowed as if she were concentrating. “I just informed Angela and she’s placing the messages in a secure file. No one will be able to access them except her.”

“You’ll need to tell Councilor Bartoll as well,” Admiral Kalen said. “I just hope he hasn’t told anyone else.”

“He hasn’t,” Ariel said. “Just Dazon.”

Jeremy leaned back in his chair. He had a suspicion this was going to be a long day.

Councilor Bartoll entered Jeremy’s office feeling elated at the message he had just received from Rear Admiral Barnes. Fifty thousand Originators! It was enough to restart the race! With the use of the birthing chambers, they could rapidly increase the number of Originators in the Shrieels in just a few centuries. He was already making plans on how many chambers should be activated for the first batch of children. Originators had long since stopped going through the natural birth process to have offspring. Birthing chambers could carry a fetus from conception to full term. Not only that but by using male and female donors numerous genetic combinations of children could be conceived. This was not the normal method preferred by the Originators. They normally raised their children in a family unit until their education was complete. Even after they left to assume their careers they kept in close contact. However, due to the low number of Originators, that option was not going to be feasible. Originator AIs could be programmed to act as host families if necessary, particularly with the very young. They needed to increase the Originator population and do it very quickly, even if it meant using some unorthodox methods.

“You heard?” asked Bartoll, still feeling the excitement.

“Yes,” Jeremy replied. “I understand Rear Admiral Barnes has requested your presence.”

Bartoll nodded. “I plan on leaving immediately. The sooner we can begin bringing the lost Originators back here to the Communications and Transport Hub the better I’ll feel.”

“We need to keep this discovery a secret,” said Jeremy, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t believe we want any of the AIs who are under control of the Defenders of Zorn to become aware of what’s been found.”

Bartoll felt taken aback by Jeremy’s words. He hadn’t thought about that danger. He didn’t really think there was any significant risk but he decided to go along with Jeremy’s suggestion.

“Very well, we can keep it a secret for a time. Only Dazon and I know what was in the message. Of course when we begin bringing back the lost Originators the secret will be out.”

“Rear Admiral Barnes also suggested I send a strong escort with you to the star cluster. I’ve decided I’ll be going along with a fleet of five hundred heavy dreadnoughts.”

“What if the Eternals attack while you’re gone? The trip to the star cluster will take over two weeks.”

“We’ll be gone for at least five,” Jeremy said. “After their defeat in Galaxy X-938 I don’t think we’ll have an attack for awhile. I believe we have time.”

“When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow,” answered Jeremy. “I want to get to that star cluster as soon as possible.”

This satisfied Bartoll. He would have left today if possible. “Very well, I’ll be ready. Dazon will run things in my place while I’m gone.”

“As Admiral Kalen will for me,” replied Jeremy.

Hours later Jeremy stepped through his front door to be met by an aggravated Kelsey.

“You’re leaving again?”

Jeremy sighed. He wondered if Ariel had told her.

“Angela called,” explained Kelsey, seeing the look on Jeremy’s face.

Sometimes Jeremy forgot how close Kelsey, Katie, and Angela were. They kept no secrets from one another.

“How long will you be gone?”

“Five to six weeks,” Jeremy replied uncomfortably. He knew with Kelsey being pregnant he should be spending more time with her. “I promise when I get back I’ll arrange to spend some time here at home.”

Kelsey walked over, placed her hands on her hips, and stared directly into Jeremy’s eyes. “You’d better. Katie’s not going to be very happy either when she finds out and she’s expecting twins.”

Jeremy felt like groaning. All three women were pregnant. Angela had only found out a few weeks back. He suspected in the next few months his life was going to become even more chaotic. He had already contacted Kevin and informed him the Avenger would be leaving on a new mission sometime in the next thirty hours.

Kelsey stepped back, folding her arms over her chest. “Supper will be ready in an hour. You have the rest of the night afterward to make up for leaving again so soon after getting back from Galaxy X-938.”

Jeremy didn’t reply; merely nodded. He knew what Kelsey had in mind for later or at least he hoped he did. Since becoming pregnant she looked so radiate and alluring whenever she was a little peeved. She had also become more unpredictable.

He watched as she turned and went into the kitchen. He had an hour to send a few messages. Going into the office he maintained in the house he activated the computer.

“I think you’re in trouble,” Ariel said from behind him. “I wouldn’t do anything else to make her mad tonight.”

“I believe you’re right,” Jeremy said as he sat down in front of his computer terminal. “How are Katie and Kevin doing?”

“Last time I checked on the two of them Kevin was giving Katie a back massage. I am learning a lot about Human pregnancy from watching Katie, Kelsey, and Angela. All three react differently to being pregnant.”

“You and Clarissa wanted a new Special Five,” Jeremy reminded Ariel. He hated that name but had gotten used to it over the years.

Ariel nodded. “It’s going to be a lot more than five, especially with the bonding of Grayseth and Marille. You are aware you’re going to miss that.”

Jeremy felt his heart skip a beat. In all the excitement over finding the lost Originators he had forgotten about the bonding ceremony, which was going to be held in two more days. Grayseth had already delayed it once so Jeremy could attend. He leaned back in his chair trying to decide what to do. While Grayseth would understand Jeremy going on this mission he would be greatly disappointed in Jeremy’s absence. Did he dare delay this mission for three more days?

With a deep sigh, he knew what he had to do. He would send Councilor Bartoll on with a suitable escort and then would follow as soon as Grayseth’s bonding ceremony was over. That would give him and Kevin a few more days with their wives and they might just be able to soothe them enough so they wouldn’t be too aggravated about them rushing off on this new mission.

“Ariel, there’s been a change of plans.” Jeremy then proceeded to tell the friendly AI what he wanted done.

Ariel nodded. “I think that’s for the best. I’ll pop in and tell Kevin and Katie.” She vanished and almost immediately reappeared looking slightly embarrassed. “They’re busy; I’ll talk to them later.”

Jeremy had to grin. One of these days Ariel and Clarissa would learn they just couldn’t pop in and out whenever they wanted. Turning back to his computer terminal Jeremy had several messages that needed to be sent.

He sent a recall order to Admiral’s Bachal and Jackson. They both had extensive battle experience, which would be valuable in the war against the Eternals. In addition, he was sending Rear Admiral Hiru Akira to Ornellia. Akira was a battlecarrier commander and there was no need for fighters or bombers against the Eternals. However, they were still needed in the Triangulum Galaxy to clear Simulin conqueror drones off former Ornellian worlds.

Rear Admiral Lindsey Cowel and Alton Admiral Lukel were being sent to Galaxy X-938 where they would relieve Rear Admiral Mann. Rear Admiral Cross would remain and would be in charge of the new fleets. They would consist of ten thousand Originator battlecruisers as well as six hundred of the new heavy dreadnoughts. Currently the relief fleet was still in Galaxy X-938. It would return to the hub as soon as the other fleets arrived.

Jeremy sent the orders and then leaned back, thinking about what else he needed to do. In the back of his mind he was considering promoting Rear Admiral Mann to the full rank of Admiral and putting her in command of a special response fleet. The new fleet would consist of the new updated battlecruisers being built here at the hub. They had an extra anti-matter chamber allowing them to have a triplex energy shield as well as more powerful weapons. The change had required the battlecruisers to be increased in size from 2,000 meters to 2,200 meters. Several Dyson Sphere shipyards were also building the new battlecruisers. In a few more months all of the Dyson Spheres would be on board with constructing the new vessels.

“Rear Admiral Mann will be an ideal commander for the new fleet,” Ariel said, nodding her approval. However, I would suggest you go and tell Kelsey you’re not leaving tomorrow but will be waiting until after Grayseth’s bonding ceremony. She’s being quite brutal with several of the pots and pans in the kitchen.”

“You’re right,” said Jeremy, standing up. Kelsey had been a little more emotional since she became pregnant.

Leaving his office he headed toward the kitchen. He was thinking about assigning more people to help Kelsey and Katie with the design of their new exploration dreadnought. Perhaps that would help take their minds off the absence of their husbands. Jeremy knew how anxious the two were to be back off into space again exploring but this time they wanted to take their families along. Jeremy fully intended for that vessel to be the most powerful warship ever built by the Originators. If they were going off exploring he wanted his family and friends to be safe.

Rear Admiral Kathryn Barnes was on her way down to the planet to inspect the hidden stasis facility the Originators had built deep beneath the surface. Kazak, Nomar, Andram, and Commander Belson were with her.

As they flew over the planet, Kathryn marveled at how similar it was to Earth. Sixty percent water and four continents. Every type of environment on Earth was represented here: tall, snowcapped mountains to vast stretches of desert with sand dunes. There were rolling prairies, river valleys, huge forests with trees as tall as redwoods, and freshwater lakes that stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

“It’s a beautiful planet,” said Kathryn, staring out the viewport at the world they were flying over.

“Yes,” Commander Belson answered. “It’s one of the reasons we chose it. If the cure for the pathogen was never developed back at the Communications and Transport Hub but it was here, there was a possibility we would remain in this star cluster and make this world our home.”

Kathryn looked over at Belson in surprise. “Is there any chance your people will still want to do that?”

“No, not now. Not with the threat of the Anti-Life. There may be a few who elect to stay but most will want to return to the Shrieels and resume their lives.”

“Councilor Bartoll will be arriving in a couple of weeks and Fleet Admiral Strong a few days later.” Belson had agreed to allow Jeremy to come with a second fleet.

“I’m anxious to meet both of them,” Commander Belson replied. “I have many questions for them.”

The shuttle sat down on what seemed to be a nondescript landing pad in the middle of a grass-covered clearing with a small building over to one side.

“The stasis facility is far underground,” explained Commander Belson. “There are several ways to access it. This one is the easiest.” Even as he spoke the entire pad suddenly began descending.

For several minutes the pad continued downward and then finally came to a stop. Commander Belson indicated for them to follow him and they all exited the shuttle.

Looking up Kathryn expected to see blue skies but the opening above them seemed to have closed.

“A camouflage field,” explained Commander Belson. “The opening is still there; we just can’t see it and neither can anyone who might be flying overhead.”

“What type of defenses are there?” asked Kazak. The tall Originator military AI was gazing critically at the tunnel above them.

“There are several energy cannons embedded in the walls of the tunnel as well as some hidden upon the surface. Take my word for it; this facility is very well defended.”

Commander Belson led them over to a large hatch where he inputted a long string of symbols. When he was done the hatch opened and they stepped into what appeared to be an airlock. The hatch shut and then moments later the one on the far end opened. On the other side of the hatch twenty combat robots stood as well as an armed AI.

“This is Tanoak, the military AI responsible for the defense of this facility,” said Belson as the AI approached them.

“Welcome Commander Belson.” Tanoak looked at Kazak and then smiled. “You are Kazak of the Dominator.”

“Yes,” Kazak replied. “I don’t believe we have ever met.”

“No, we haven’t. I was constructed once the Originators arrived here in this system.”

“Let’s inspect the facility,” suggested Commander Belson, leading them off toward another hatch.

An hour later they were standing on a catwalk with a view, which extended for several kilometers. This was a stasis facility and in the form of a long tunnel. On each side row after row of stasis chambers reached out into the distance. From what Kathryn could see there were ten levels all accessible by the large catwalks.

“How many Originators are in this chamber?” From the way it looked there had to be tens of thousands.

“One million,” answered Commander Belson. “There are twelve of these stasis tunnels in this facility.”

“I see a lot of repair robots,” said Andram.

Kathryn looked and saw he was right. On every catwalk the small robots were going back and forth.

“They’re inspecting the stasis chambers,” explained Commander Belson. “Each chamber is inspected four times per day.”

“I assume there are other Originator AIs here besides Tanoak?” asked Nomar.

Belson nodded his head. “Yes, there are several thousand. If there is a problem with any of the stasis chambers they supervise its repair. In addition there is a large Control Center staffed by the AIs which monitors the entire facility.”

“Can we see this Control Center?” asked Andram, his eyes full of curiosity.

“Yes,” Commander Belson replied. “I want to show it to you so you can better grasp the size of this facility.”

As they followed Belson into a side corridor, Kathryn couldn’t help but wonder how they were going to awaken all twelve million of the Originators who were in stasis. She was growing concerned this entire operation might take far longer than she had originally thought.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the Control Center. Stepping inside they were amazed to see hundreds of Originator AIs all sitting or standing in front of consoles. One of the AIs at a large console turned and made her way over to Commander Belson.

“Everything is operating at optimal levels and we are ready to awaken the Originators in stasis upon your command,” the AI reported. “We are also prepping the medical facilities as well as the living quarters.”

“This is Deelia,” Commander Belson said introducing the tall dark haired AI. “She is one of the AIs who supervises this installation.”

“How extensive are the living quarters in this facility?” asked Nomar.

Deelia turned toward Nomar. “You are an Originator. It is my pleasure to finally meet another. In answer to your question, we have sufficient living quarters for one hundred thousand Originators. It was always our hope to be able to awaken them someday so we built the living quarters to give them a place to stay until they either went to the surface or were taken into space to return to the Shrieels.”

“There are a number of large transports at the Communications and Transport Hub,” said Kathryn. “Perhaps some of those could be used to help move your people to the Shrieels. It is something we can bring up when Councilor Bartoll gets here.”

They had used the massive transports when they brought the three Federation races to the Dyson Sphere at the hub. Kathryn did some quick calculations in her head. Assuming at least a week, possibly two, before an Originator was able to travel after being given the cure, it would still take them several years to get all twelve million Originators to the hub. Kathryn knew they were going to have to come up with another solution. If there were ships traveling back and forth in intergalactic space for that length of time, it greatly increased the likelihood of the Eternals detecting them. It was a risk they couldn’t take. She hoped Jeremy had a solution.

“I’m sure we can work something out,” Commander Belson said.

For the next hour they walked around the Control Center with Deelia explaining the functions of numerous consoles. All around the room on the walls were countless viewscreens offering views of all areas of the stasis facility. When they were done they realized the facility was massive in size. It spread out underground for tens of kilometers and consisted of ten levels. The entire facility was two kilometers under ground.

At the end of the tour, they left the Control Center and headed back toward the shuttle. The tour had given Kathryn a better perspective on the job ahead of them. She was glad Councilor Bartoll and Jeremy were on their way. It was going to be up to them to figure out a way to get all twelve million Originators to the Communications and Transport Hub. Kathryn was intensely curious as to how they were going to do it.

Chapter Twelve

In the home galaxy of the Eternals on the planet Gardell an emergency meeting of the council was being held. There had been no communications with Fleet Commander Norlan or Fleet Commander Solten since they had entered Galaxy X-938.

“We have to assume the mission to take the Shrieel in that galaxy has failed,” said Clondax, the leader of the council. His cold dark eyes swept across the other council members. “I have ordered a small force of Eternal battlecruisers to exit hyperspace near the system containing the Shrieel to scan for Norlan and Solten’s fleets. I have also ordered Fleet Commander Parnon to send more of our ships into Originator space to search for unusual ship activity occurring around any of the Shrieels.”

“Fourteen thousand ships,” said Second Leader Queexel, who was responsible for warship construction. “We haven’t lost that many ships since the first war with the Originators. How is this possible? We are the Eternals and no race is our equal.”

Second Leader Barrant, who was responsible for the procurement of resources, looked deeply concerned. “Are we certain there are no living Originators? There are over two hundred Shrieels. The manufacturing and ship building capacity they possess may be greater than what we currently have at our disposal.”

“There cannot be any surviving Originators,” Clondax responded. “Computer simulations indicate they died of the pathogen over two million years ago. All activity we have observed since our escape from our own galaxy seems to confirm that. There have been no vessels spotted moving outside the Shrieels until recently. We believe their proxy race either managed to penetrate one of the Shrieels and establish contact with the AIs inside or the AIs themselves initiated contact as a response to our own activities.”

The council remained quiet as they contemplated the ramifications of the loss of Norlan’s fleet and the advent of this proxy race of the AIs. Finally Second Leader Barrant broke the silence. “We may have made a grave error in attacking the Shrieel. If the Originator AIs go on a war footing their warship production capacity could soon grow to rival ours. They could become a threat to our empire.”

“They attacked first,” reminded Clondax. “They appeared outside the Median galaxy, destroying two of our picket ships before continuing on into the galaxy and entering the Stralon Star Cluster.”

“They came seeking information,” said Second Leader Fehnral who was responsible for scientific research and development. “Somehow they must have learned we had escaped from the hyperspace interference field surrounding our galaxy. That first fleet was an exploration fleet, not a warfleet.”

“In our conquests of other galaxies we have come across numerous advanced races,” commented Second Leader Queexel. “While highly advanced none were comparable to the Originators or had spread to other galaxies. Victories for our fleets have been easy since we possess superior technology and weapons. That obviously is not the case with the Originator AIs and the proxy race. Their technology and weapons may be equal to ours.”

“There may be civilizations in distant galaxies that might rival our own,” responded Second Leader Fehnral. “We have conquered ten thousand and there are over one hundred billion more. It’s highly probable there are at least a few civilizations out there as highly developed as ours and the Originators. They may even be spread across multiple galaxies.”

“Which makes it even more important that we conquer the Shrieels,” interrupted Second Leader Tarmal, who was responsible for the deployment of warrior robots and Eternal shock troops. “At some point in time if we come up against one of these civilizations we may need the war production capacity of the Shrieels.”

Clondax’s eyes darkened further as he looked at the other members of the council. “I propose we send a mission to Galaxy X-938 to speak to the AIs in charge of that Galaxy’s Shrieel and perhaps to this proxy race of theirs. I will lead the mission and offer them a small degree of autonomy if they will agree to submit to our rule. They may be willing to consider doing so rather than face an all out war.”

“How will you persuade them it is wiser to accept your proposal than to resist us?” asked Second Leader Tallard, who was responsible for military research. “Both attempts to take that Shrieel have failed. They may believe we are not a threat to them.”

“I will show them what the consequences will be if they refuse,” Clondax answered coldly. “I will take a fleet of one hundred thousand warships with me. That should be enough to convince them of the wisdom of agreeing to my proposal. One hundred thousand warships will be more than enough to conquer the Shrieel in Galaxy X-938, and I’m certain they will realize that.”

Queexel stared at the First Leader for a long moment and then spoke. “I will order an increase in warship production to begin immediately.”

“They will not be needed,” proclaimed Clondax, shifting his eyes to Queexel. “We are the Eternals and the Originator AIs and Originator space will soon become part of our growing empire.”

“You forget who you are dealing with,” responded Queexel, his eyes narrowing sharply. “These are Originator AIs and they have defeated a fleet of fourteen thousand of our warships. Fleet Commander Norlan was a qualified war leader. I fear you may be underestimating the AIs and their proxy race. We have no idea how many warships they may have constructed before making their presence known. Remember, in the distant past during the war each Shrieel had a fleet of over ten thousand vessels. How many do they have now?”

Clondax gazed coldly at Queexel. He wasn’t used to being challenged by another councilor. However, he was also an Eternal and knew the wisdom of not underestimating an opponent. “Increase ship production. If my ploy fails then in time we will launch a full-scale attack against Originator space and take over all the Shrieels by force.” Clondax was determined to take over the Shrieels one way or the other. Once the Shrieels were under Eternal control, there would be no force in the universe capable of stopping the Eternal war machine.

In the Dyson Sphere where the three Federation races had settled, Fleet Admiral Jeremy Strong along with a large number of others stepped off a transport shuttle on the landing field next to the city the Originators and their AIs had built for the Carethians. The tallest structure was no more than ten stories high and made of heavy stone. The city was also more spread out with numerous green belts, large parks, and small lakes.

The Carethians preferred living in packs where large families could stay together. It was not unusual for several families in a clan to live in the same large home. The Carethians believed in honor and tradition and would spend many evenings around campfires telling of past heroics by members of the pack or clan. In the new structures the Originators had built for the Carethians, a large fire pit existed on the bottom floor of each where the pack or packs could gather. They called their homes dens as they had back on Careth.

In the city there were over four hundred thousand Carethians, though the population would probably soon explode as the Bears believed in large families. Around the city on one side were rolling hills that ended next to a small range of tall mountains. The peaks were covered in heavy snow. On the other side of the city, there was a massive forest with tall trees as far as the eye could see. This was ideal for the Carethians as they had a tradition of training their young in the way of the hunt. Fathers would take their sons into the woods and teach them how to survive using only the most primitive tools and weapons.

As Jeremy stepped off the shuttle, he was met by a Carethian honor guard commanded by Pack Leader Belal. Due to his closeness with Kelsey and how he had served her honorably in a moment of great crisis, Grayseth had promoted the large Bear to a position of honor. Jeremy also knew Belal had volunteered to lead the Bear security force that would be on board Kelsey and Katie’s new super exploration dreadnought once it was built.

“We have vehicles ready for you, Fleet Admiral,” Pack Leader Belal said in a powerful and respective voice. “I must thank you for bringing home our clan leader. The bonding of Grayseth and Marille is being held in the large amphitheater. It is a highly anticipated event.”

“Grayseth is my friend and clan brother,” replied Jeremy, reaching out and touching Belal on his shoulder. This is a joyous day for all of us.”

“A day of honor as well,” responded Belal.

Jeremy, Kelsey, Kevin, and Katie were escorted to a waiting vehicle. There were additional vehicles waiting for the others in their party.

“The amphitheater holds over forty thousand Carethians,” Kevin said as he settled back in his seat. “It’s going to be loud.” Bears were known for being boisterous.

“It’s being covered by all of our media stations,” added Katie as she looked around trying to take everything in. “Everyone will be able to see the ceremony.”

Kelsey couldn’t help but grin. “I’ve heard there are plans for celebrations across the entire city for the next several days.”

A serious look suddenly passed over Kevin’s face. “Jeremy, have you ever seen an inebriated Carethian?”

Jeremy laughed. “No, alcohol doesn’t affect them the way it does us. As big as a Carethian is I imagine they can drink quite a lot without feeling the effects.”

“Where are Grayseth and Marille going on their honeymoon?” asked Katie.

Jeremy looked out the window of the vehicle. There were crowds on the streets waving and cheering. He knew this was due to him being involved in bringing Grayseth back to the Dyson Sphere. “He has built a small cabin out in the deep woods a short distance from the city. He and Marille will be staying there for two weeks enjoying the privacy and each other. I also believe they’ll be doing a little hunting.”

“Little Grayseths,” muttered Kevin, shaking his head. “They’re going to be everywhere!”

Katie elbowed Kevin in the side. “I suspect we’ll see those cubs in our home quite regularly.”

Kevin leaned back, moaning at the thought. “I bet they’ll eat a lot too. There goes my stock of hamburgers.”

Katie laughed. “I’ll make sure I keep some hidden. I know from speaking to Marille she wants a large family, probably half a dozen or more.”

Kevin’s eyes opened even wider. He couldn’t imagine that many little Grayseth’s running around in his home.

“I understand Ariel is hard at work designing a training program for them,” Kelsey said grinning. “I’m not sure if she’s even spoken to Grayseth and Marille about that yet.”

“She hasn’t,” replied Jeremy. “She has spoken to a number of female Carethians about what would be involved. With the Bears’ honor system everything will be a lot more complicated.”

After a few minutes the vehicles pulled up to the amphitheater and Jeremy and his group were ushered directly in and seated. Jeremy was surprised when they were seated directly up front, almost on the platform where the ceremony was going to take place. They were actually on the front row, which Jeremy had thought would be reserved for the leaders of the various clans. He noticed that even Admiral Calmat was seated behind them.

“How often have you spoken to Grayseth since you got back?” asked Kelsey, trying to keep her voice down. Looking around she saw the amphitheater was decorated in flowers. There must have been tens of thousands of them. Many were unique to the Dyson Sphere they were on and some were very similar to the roses and orchids she was familiar with from Earth. The large stone platform where the ceremony was to take place was almost invisible from the large floral arrangements it was covered with.

“Only a couple of times,” Jeremy admitted. “He’s been busy making arrangements for the bonding ceremony. Grayseth wants everything to be perfect, particularly after what he put Marille through when he was stranded in the Median Galaxy.”

“Look at all the flowers,” said Angela, gazing around at the splendor.

“It’s beautiful,” said Katie, her green eyes gazing in admiration.

In the background there was music playing. A soft and pleasant melody Kelsey wasn’t familiar with. She knew the Carethians had music but she had heard very little of it. This music sounded very romantic which surprised Kelsey. She would have to ask Marille about it later as she probably was the one who picked it out.

“There are Grayseth and Marille,” said Katie excitedly.

Kelsey looked, seeing the two step out of a nearby doorway next to the platform.

Jeremy looked over to where Katie was pointing, seeing Grayseth and Marille. Both looked to be happy and excited about the pending ceremony. Jeremy’s eyes widened as Grayseth and Marille make a beeline for him and Kelsey, coming to a stop in front of them.

“I would ask that you do the honor of standing at my side for this ceremony,” Grayseth said in a most serious voice. “By doing so you swear that if anything happens to me you will guide the clan in ensuring Marille and my cubs are taken care of and raised in the ways of the hunt.”

Jeremy was taken aback by the request. He stood and gazed back. In a solemn voice, he responded. “I will be honored to stand at your side, and you have my word as a fellow clansman and friend Marille and your cubs will be taken care of.”

Marille looked at Kelsey. “It is our tradition that the mate of the chosen clansman of Grayseth’s stand at my side. I would be honored if you would do so.”

Kelsey stood with tears in her eyes. “I would be honored to stand with you.”

The four stepped up on the platform and took their places. Six Carethians exited the door Grayseth and Marille had come through earlier. The fur on all six was streaked with gray indicating they were very old. The oldest took his spot before Grayseth and Marille with the others standing at his side. The oldest began to speak of the Bears’ rich tradition and the importance of the bonding ceremony. The entire amphitheater became quiet as the Carethians and all the guests present listened intently to every word.

Kelsey was thrilled to be standing next to Marille. As the ceremony progressed, Kelsey was surprised how in some ways it was similar to a normal wedding ceremony, but in others far different. Honor was mentioned a number of times with both Grayseth and Marille promising to obey and continue the traditions established many years in the past on how they should treat one another and raise their children.

At the end, the older gray-haired Carethian held out an ancient book which both Grayseth and Marille placed their right hands upon. The book contained the honor code for all Carethians and by placing their hands together upon it, they became bonded to one another for the rest of this life. They each had to repeat some solemn words as well as vows they had written individually, speaking of their devotion to one another and their undying love.

Kelsey, several times during the ceremony, found herself tearing up. It was wonderful Grayseth was back and was now bonded to Marille. Kelsey knew this ceremony was being broadcast throughout the Dyson Sphere to every home of the three Federation races. It was a great morale booster and a much looked forward to event.

After the ceremony Grayseth pulled Jeremy over to the side. “I understand you’re going on a new mission.”

Jeremy frowned slightly wondering who had mentioned that to Grayseth. The mission was supposed to be a secret.

Grayseth grinned causing his large incisors to show. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to say anything. Ariel came to visit me earlier. I asked her how Rear Admiral Barnes’s mission was going. She mentioned the admiral had found the lost Originators but wouldn’t give me any more information claiming it was top secret.”

“It is a secret,” Jeremy replied. “If it became known what Rear Admiral Barnes has found it could endanger her mission as well as threaten the Originators she’s located. I’ll explain more when I get back.”

Grayseth looked over at Marille who was talking excitedly to Kelsey, Katie, and Angela. “Soon we will all have children who will someday be taking our places. It is a good thing and I’m pleased both you and Kevin have taken that step. When you return from your mission we’ll have a long talk. The Eternals are far more dangerous than I imagined.”

“When I return,” promised Jeremy. “But for now I suggest you go over and rescue Marille before Kelsey, Katie, and Angela fill her head with ideas.”

Grayseth nodded. “This has been a wonderful day, and I must thank you for being here. It meant a lot to Marille and I.” Grayseth then turned and went to fetch his mate. Shortly they would be leaving to spend some time alone together in the cabin he had built with his own hands in one of the nearby forests.

He would be taking nearly two months off from his position as head of the clans on the Dyson Sphere. Admiral Calmat would be filling in for him during that time. When he was ready he would return and take up the mantle as leader of his people once more. There was a war coming and the Carethians would be playing an important role in defending Originator space from the Eternals.

Later Jeremy and Kelsey were back in their home. They had stayed and taken part in the revelry, which had spread across the Carethian city. In the end, they watched Grayseth and Marille depart for the cabin in the forest. In many ways Jeremy was jealous he couldn’t spend that kind of time with Kelsey.

“You’re leaving tomorrow?” asked Kelsey as she and Jeremy prepared for bed.

“Yes,” replied Jeremy. “Bartoll left several days ago and I want to get to the star cluster as soon as I can. From what I understand from the last message Rear Admiral Barnes sent me, there are two other Originator councilors in stasis. Bartoll and I must make sure they understand the threat of the Eternals and how important our alliance is.”

“Can they make us leave the Dyson Sphere?” asked Kelsey, becoming alarmed.

“No, I don’t think so, but they could strictly limit our access to new warships and Originator technology. That’s why it’s so important I get there. Kathryn said they would not be awakening the two councilors until both Councilor Bartoll and I are present.”

“I wish I was going,” said Kelsey with a longing look in her eyes. “I would love to see a space station that can hold fifty thousand Originators. It must be huge.”

Jeremy sat down on the bed looking at Kelsey. “Why don’t you come? There shouldn’t be any combat on this mission. For that matter, you and Katie both could.”

“You would offer that,” said Kelsey, sitting down next to Jeremy. “No, as much as I would like to, I think it’s best if Katie and I remain here and continue working on our new exploration ship.”

Jeremy let out a deep sigh. After witnessing and taking part in Grayseth and Marille’s bonding ceremony, it made Jeremy highly aware he should be spending more time with Kelsey. “I promise when I return I’ll see if I can take off a few weeks. Maybe we can go to one of the new resorts.” A number of new resorts were springing up on the shores of a nearby ocean as well as in some mountains a bit farther away.

Kelsey looked down at her stomach and frowned. “I don’t think in another month or two I’ll look that good in a swimsuit.”

Jeremy put his arms around her. “You’ll always look good to me.”

Ariel had been watching and turned off the monitors which allowed her to observe everything in the homes of the Special Five. She turned her attention back to the information they had taken from the computer core of the Eternal battlecruiser. It was highly encrypted and she and Aaliss had been working nearly nonstop trying to crack the code. They had finally called in an Originator to see if she could help them.

The Originator had designed a computer program, which she felt would be able to access the information but it would take several days. Ariel and Aaliss had downloaded all the Eternal files onto a special computer put aboard the Avenger. The computer was separate from the ship’s other systems so there would be no danger of cross contamination of the Avenger’s systems. Arial and Aaliss both hoped by the time they reached the star cluster where the lost Originators were the encryption will have been solved. The information in those files could be quite vital during negotiations with the lost Originators.

The next day Jeremy stepped into the Command Center of the Avenger, seeing the rest of the crew was already present and at their stations.

“Ship is ready to depart,” reported Commander Malen. “Our escorts are waiting at the Accelerator Ring.”

“Take us out,” ordered Jeremy as he sat down in his command chair.

On the main viewscreen, the walls of the spacedock began moving past.

“Space doors are opening,” reported Lieutenant Stryker.

On the main viewscreen, the view switched to show the two massive space doors sliding open. Moments later the Avenger passed through.

The powerful warship moved out until it rendezvoused with the four hundred heavy dreadnoughts, which were its escort.

“Accelerator Ring is ready to activate,” reported Aaliss. As a safety and security precaution, the ring could only be activated by an Originator or one of their AIs.

“Activate the ring,” ordered Jeremy, leaning back in his command chair. In the back of his mind, he knew once the Avenger entered that ring it would be at least five to six weeks before he could get back to Kelsey. With a deep sigh, he knew that was part of the weight of command. “Helm, take us through.”

On the main viewscreen, a swirling dark blue spatial vortex suddenly appeared in the center of the one hundred and ten-kilometer wide structure.

Lieutenant Stryker activated the ship’s gravity drive and the Avenger accelerated forward, entering the heart of the vortex. Behind the flagship, the four hundred heavy dreadnoughts followed.

Jeremy held his breath as the Avenger made its transition into intergalactic hyperspace. The ship had a special drive activated, which would help to maintain the speed the Accelerator Ring had given the ship. Even so, it was still a good two weeks’ journey to the star cluster outside the Triangulum Galaxy.

Looking at the viewscreens, now showing the nearby galaxies, Jeremy couldn’t help but wonder what was ahead of them. Fifty thousand more Originators would be a great help in the war against the Eternals, if they were willing to help. That was the big question. What would these new Originators be like and would they be as dedicated to defeating the Eternals as Councilor Bartoll, Commander Zafron, and the others at the Communications and Transport Hub were? Jeremy knew in another few weeks he would have the answers to that question and many more.

Rear Admiral Kathryn Barnes was in the Command Center of the Distant Horizon. The ship was still docked to the Originators’ space station.

“We’ve given the cure to over twenty thousand Originators,” Camlin reported with a pleased look on her face. “It’s been much easier since we woke all of the stations’ medical staff.”

“What are they saying about the current situation?” Kathryn was speaking to Zafron and Commander Belson every day. She didn’t want anything to take her by surprise.

“Many are shocked at the amount of time that has gone by,” answered Camlin. “I think most of them thought they would be in stasis only for a few thousand years, not for over two million.”

“How are they adjusting to Humans and Altons assisting with the administering of the cure for the pathogen?” There were over one hundred humans helping and nearly two hundred Altons. They were all well trained medical staff who had come to the star cluster just for the purpose of administering the cure to the lost Originators if they were found.

“Surprisingly well,” replied Camlin. “I think that many, for the most part, have accepted things have changed due to their long time in stasis.”

“What do they think about the Eternals?”

“Most are upset the Anti-Life have escaped their galaxy and agree something has to be done. However, there are a few who believe it would be a better policy to just stay in the Shrieels and not become involved in another war, one that might encompass hundreds or possibly thousands of galaxies. There is yet another group that believes all of Originator space should be protected but as for galaxies outside of Originator space they’re on their own.”

Sible turned around from her spot at the Helm. “I am not surprised to hear a differing of opinion. I’ve been on board the station and nearly all of the AIs agree there needs to be something done about the Eternals. They also believe in time nearly all of the Originators will agree as well.”

Alarms suddenly began going off on the sensor console. “I have inbound ships at thirty-two light years,” reported Captain Reynolds, sitting up a little straighter.

“Identification?” Kathryn knew the lost Originators had turned off their hyperspace interference field as Councilor Bartoll and his escort fleet were due to arrive today.

“Seventy heavy dreadnoughts and an unknown vessel of Originator design.”

Kathryn nodded. This was Councilor Bartoll. “Inform Commander Belson we’ve detected Councilor Bartoll’s fleet and it should be here shortly.” Kathryn had sent Fleet Commander Strong the coordinates of the system that held the stasis facilities. She was relieved to see the councilor’s fleet as it shifted negotiating over to him and Jeremy when he arrived. She was also pleased to see the seventy heavy dreadnoughts, which had served as an escort. They would greatly increase the firepower of her fleet.

“Fleet Admiral Strong will be here in a little over two days,” said Commander Grissim. “He will be bringing another four hundred heavy dreadnoughts.”

Kathryn stood up. She was going over to the station to wait for the arrival of Councilor Bartoll. She wondered what he would think when he was told there were not fifty thousand Originators but twelve million.

The Originator ships dropped out of hyperspace near the space station, and the ship carrying Councilor Bartoll was directed to a docking port on the aft side of the station near the Dominator.

Kathryn, Admiral Pence, Commander Zafron, and Commander Belson were there to greet him as he stepped off the ship.

“Councilor Bartoll,” said Commander Belson, stepping forward and bowing slightly. “I am Commander Belson, the current military commander of the Originators who came to this star cluster.”

Bartoll nodded. “From what I could see on our approach this station is quite impressive. Are there really fifty thousand of our people in stasis?”

Belson nodded. “Yes, and we’ve already brought nearly twenty thousand of them out of stasis and given them the cure for the pathogen.”

“I assume Rear Admiral Barnes and Commander Zafron have informed you of the current state of affairs on the Shrieels and at the Communications and Transport Hub.”

A sad look passed over Commander Belson’s face. “Yes, I had hoped the cure would come many years ago. It was distressing to learn the Anti-Life are free and causing such pain and destruction across so many galaxies.”

“Yes, I was shocked to learn of their escape from the hyperspace interference field. We have already suffered a major attack by them recently against the Shrieel in Galaxy X-938.”

Kathryn wasn’t aware of this. The attack must have occurred after she left on this mission. “Did we stop them?”

“Yes, but we suffered heavy fleet loses. If not for the sacrifice your people made we might have lost control of the Shrieel.” Councilor Bartoll turned back to Commander Belson. “I fear a major war with the Eternals is beginning. It is essential we get our people here back to the Communications and Transport Hub as soon as possible. I can make arrangements for some of our transport ships to come here and safely take everyone back.”

“There’s a problem,” Kathryn said a little hesitantly, not sure how to tell Councilor Bartoll what they had hidden from him. “One we haven’t told you about at the request of Commander Belson.”

Councilor Bartoll’s eyes narrowed worriedly, switching his gaze to Commander Belson. “What is it? Do some of our people wish to stay here? They will be much safer at the Communications and Transport Hub. We are greatly increasing the defenses there as well as the size of our fleet.”

“No, but when Rear Admiral Barnes told you there were fifty thousand of our people in stasis, we were only including those on this station. There is another and much large stasis facility below the surface of the planet this station orbits.”

“Why didn’t you mention this before? We could have made arrangements to bring some of our larger transport ships.”

“I wanted to get to know Fleet Admiral Barnes, Commander Zafron, Nomar, and Cynthia a little better first. I met Cynthia before she left on the Seeker. I wanted to be satisfied I was making the right decision in revealing the presence of our primary facility. We also have some of our own transports available.”

“This is a different time and age,” replied Councilor Bartoll, his eyes focusing on Commander Belson. “We will have to make adjustments if our civilization is to continue. We have some important decisions to make about the future, but a lot of that depends on how many of our people you have here in stasis. I was thrilled to learn of the fifty thousand and now you tell me there are more. How many more?”

Commander Belson hesitated briefly and then answered. “Twelve million.”

Councilor Bartoll’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Twelve million?”

“Yes,” Kathryn responded. For a moment she was concerned Councilor Bartoll was going to pass out. She could see he was trying to put his mind around what Commander Belson had just said. “I’ve been down to the surface and I’ve seen the facility.”

Councilor Bartoll seemed to recover and rapidly gained back his composure. His face broke out into a wide smile. “Rear Admiral Barnes, I believe we’re going to need more ships.”

Kathryn nodded. “I believe you’re right.” It was time to take the lost Originators home.

Chapter Thirteen

Squadron Commander Mallon gazed intently at the tactical display in the Eternal battlecruiser Equinorl. They had been following an Originator fleet they had detected which was on a course for a star cluster just outside of a galaxy that once contained a Shrieel. The squadron had been running their stealth fields at maximum and rotating the frequency in the hope they would not be detected. The gambit seemed to have worked as the Originator ships never dropped out of hyperspace until they reached what appeared to be a nondescript star system in the cluster.

Mallon had slowed his battlecruisers and they were now creeping up on the outskirts of the cluster at a low hyperspace speed. Mallon hoped they could close the range enough without being detected to scan the system the Originator ships had dropped out of hyperspace within.

“What are they doing way out here?” asked Second Commander Chattel.

“Perhaps after the Shrieel in the galaxy behind us was destroyed the AIs established a new presence in this star cluster.”

“I would like to know who or what had the firepower to destroy a Shrieel.”

“We may never know. The entire region around the Shrieel has turned into a supernova, and there are hundreds more in the region. “It’s almost as if a great battle was fought in that area of the galaxy using weapons of unheard of power.”

“A battle that destroyed entire star systems and the Shrieel,” said Chattel, his eyes showing disbelief. “What type of enemy could do such a thing?”

Squadron Commander Mallon turned to stare at his second in command. “Perhaps it was this proxy race of the Originator AIs. After what we have observed of the destruction of the Shrieel in this galaxy, they may not be a proxy race but the new rulers of the Originator Shrieels. While we talk about conquering the Shrieels, this other race may already have done so.”

“If that is true we need to get that information back to the council!”

“We will,” replied Mallon, turning his eyes back to the tactical display. “But first I want to know what is so important about this star cluster that brought the Originator AIs out here.”

Rear Admiral Barnes was on board the space station with Commander Belson, Commander Zafron, Councilor Bartoll, Andram, and Camlin. They were explaining in more detail what the three Federation races at the Communications and Transport Hub were doing.

Commander Belson looked over at Kathryn. “I understand you found the Dominator and the Seeker. You are to be highly commended for that. However, I am uneasy with the access you seem to have to Originator technology, particular weapons technology. If weapons of the type which exist on our warships and the Shrieels were to get out in the galaxies to races less developed, it could throw all of Originator space into turmoil.”

“All of our ships have at least one Originator AI on board,” replied Kathryn. “My own vessel has three. They have become valuable members of my crew, and I would do nothing to endanger that. They have been a great source of advice in some of the situations we have found ourselves.”

“We had the same fear,” Andram said in his fatherly type voice. “We Altons are the oldest race in our galaxy and our science is far in advance of any other civilization we have come into contact with except for yours. We had the same fears when we made much of our weapons technology available to the Federation. Thanks to the Federation Council those fears were soon abated. The Federation has only used that power for the good of the galaxy with only the occasional need for our guidance.”

“They still allow your race to control them?” asked Commander Belson, looking slightly confused.

“No,” replied Andram. “All of the Federation races prefer peace over war. They respect that we are the eldest race in the galaxy and at times depend on us to offer suggestions on how best to solve difficult situations that come up from time to time with other civilizations. In some cases an Alton science ship has been sent under escort by the Federation to act as an intermediary to prevent a possible confrontation. They always seek peace before war.”

This seemed to satisfy Commander Belson. “We did the same back in our early days when we were still exploring space and had numerous exploration missions out. I believe we can do that again. I see no reason why the agreement you currently have with the three Federation races at the Communications and Transport Hub cannot continue. I will make such a recommendation when our two councilors have recovered sufficiently from the pathogen to meet with us.” The two councilors had already been given the antidote to the pathogen and in a few days would be well enough to participate in the talks.

Camlin was about to say something when her face suddenly showed alarm. “I was just contacted by Clarissa. An Eternal fleet has become entangled in the hyperspace interference field.”

“How did they find us?” asked Councilor Bartoll concerned by this news. “We can’t let them discover what’s here. That fleet must be destroyed at all costs!”

“They probably traced your fleet here,” Commander Zafron said. He spoke rapidly into a small communicator he had with him. “I’ve ordered Kazak to move the Dominator away from the station. He’s joining up with Admiral Pence. I’ve told Kazak to attack the Eternals and eliminate their fleet.”

“How many ships?” asked Kathryn. If it was a large fleet they could be in trouble. She knew the Dominator was their most powerful vessel but she didn’t want to endanger it.

“Only twenty,” replied Camlin. “They had their stealth fields on but when they struck the hyperspace interference field they became visible to our sensors.”

“Why didn’t we detect them before now?” asked Councilor Bartoll, his eyes showing strain. “If they were following us shouldn’t our long-range sensors have picked them up?” He felt distressed that he might have led the Eternals to the lost Originators.

“They should have,” Kathryn said. “Unless the Eternals have discovered another way to hide their ships from us.”

“Let’s go to the Command Center,” suggested Commander Belson. “We can observe everything from there.”

“What just happened?” demanded Squadron Commander Mallon. All of his ships had suddenly dropped out of hyperspace and now could not reenter.

“There’s a hyperspace interference field around the star cluster,” reported Second Commander Chattel. “Very similar to the one that was once around our galaxy but much stronger.”

“Find us a way through it!” ordered Mallon in a harsh and uncompromising voice. “I want to know what the Originator AIs are hiding.”

“We’re working on it,” Chattel replied. “We’re sending out various jamming frequencies trying to knock the field down around our ships.”

“Do it quickly. Someone is doubtlessly monitoring this field and have by now become aware of the presence of our ships.”

Mallon turned his attention back to the tactical display. At any moment he expected to see a fleet exiting the star cluster. His eyes narrowed as he wondered what could be so important inside this star cluster to erect a hyperspace interference field completely around it.

“Can we get any more details out of our long-range sensors on that star system?”

“No, the system is at the maximum range.”

“Hyperspace interference field has vanished,” reported the Eternal at the sensors. “Detecting inbound ships in hyperspace.”

“Send the Valmont back to Gardell to report on what we have found to the council,” ordered Squadron Commander Mallon. “We will follow shortly.”

“Ships exiting hyperspace,” the sensor operator reported. “Valmont has jumped.”

Alarms began sounding, and klaxons started blaring as two hundred 2,000-meter ships exited hyperspace around the Eternal vessels. Then a larger vessel dropped out of hyperspace directly in front of the Eternal squadron.

“Detecting a new class of ship,” reported the sensor operator. “It is five thousand meters long.”

Squadron Commander Mallon stood still gazing at the massive warship which had just appeared on the main viewscreen. It was larger than his own battlecruisers. “Target that ship; fire all weapons! All ships to enter hyperspace.” Mallon couldn’t help but feel that ship was extremely dangerous. It was covered with weapon turrets and missile hatches. He had never seen a vessel like it before.

“We can’t,” Second Commander Chattel reported grimly. “The hyperspace interference field has been reestablished. We’re trapped.”

“Then we fight to the death,” Mallon said, his eyes flashing anger. “We are the Eternals and we will take our enemies with us. I want all ships to target that large ship. I want it destroyed.” The large vessel had to be a flagship and he wanted to kill its commanding officer.

From all nineteen of the four-kilometer-long Eternal vessels, energy beams and antimatter missiles slammed into the triplex energy screen of the Dominator. However, the Dominator had two antimatter chambers powering the ship’s powerful energy screens. The outer screen glowed brightly and some energy penetrated to impact the second, but none reached the third which protected the heavily armored hull. Torrents of energy raged against the energy shield as the Eternals hit the Dominator with every weapon they possessed.

Kazak stood calmly in the Command Center observing the attack on his vessel. He was the greatest military AI ever created by the Originators and had never known fear.

“Outer energy shield is at 72 percent,” reported the military AI in control of the ship’s triplex energy screen. “I’m rotating the shield through a series of harmonic frequencies to reduce the impact of the Eternals’ weapons. We do have some bleed through to the second shield. Stress on the outer shield is increasing. The tactical computer is predicting failure of the outer shield in two minutes.”

“Activate energy siphoning field,” ordered Kazak. The Command Center was staffed by eight Originator AIs including three recently created military AIs, who were operating the weapons console and the ship’s energy screen.

The energy-siphoning field had been modified by one of the Originators back at the Communications and Transport Hub to make it more effective against Eternal vessels. The field reached out and the power began to vanish from the Eternal battlecruisers as the field soaked it up.

“The energy-siphoning field is absorbing the energy from their screens,” confirmed one of the military AIs at the weapons console. “But it’s doing so slowly. It will take several minutes to completely drain their shields.”

Kazak didn’t want to wait several minutes to destroy his enemies. In that time the Eternals might find a successful way to attack and damage the Dominator. “Open hatches to our primary weapon system and target all nineteen Eternal vessels.”

“The large vessel has established an energy siphoning field of an unknown nature,” reported Second Commander Chattel. “It’s slowly draining the power from our energy shields. We can expect shield failure in three minutes.”

Squadron Commander Mallon drew in a deep breath. “Continue firing all weapons.” He felt frustrated as he gazed at the ship’s viewscreens. Energy beams and antimatter warheads were striking the large ship’s energy screen but none were penetrating.

On the Dominator, nineteen hatches slid open and from each a blue energy sphere launched. The spheres struck the weakening energy screens of the Eternal vessels, causing them to collapse. The spheres continued slamming into the armored hulls of the ships. The blue spheres spread out and began to break down the bonding of the atoms that comprised the hulls, turning them into a dark space dust.

Energy beams were still smashing into the Dominator’s energy screens and occasionally an antimatter warhead would detonate, releasing its deadly power. But as the seconds passed they became fewer and fewer.

Squadron Commander Mallon stared in disbelief as a single Originator warship was in the process of destroying his fleet.

“How can this be?” asked Second Commander Chattel, his eyes wide in shock.

Mallon sat in his command chair knowing he was soon going to die. “This weapon is far deadlier than anything we possess.”

“We must warn the council,” cried out Chattel.

“We can’t,” Mallon replied as the power went out in the Command Center. “We are going to die here.”

Kazak watched impassively as Eternal ship after ship was converted to dark space dust by the deadly blue spheres. There was no longer any weapons fire being directed at the Dominator. In a few more moments the last Eternal battlecruiser was no more. It had taken longer than expected to reduce the ships to dust, but in the end all nineteen ship had succumbed. Kazak, the Originators greatest warrior, had once more showed his dominance in battle.

Commander Belson turned toward Commander Zafron. “I was not aware the blue energy spheres were part of the weapons on the Dominator.”

“It was kept a secret,” Zafron admitted. “There were even some among the crew of the Dominator who did not know the ship had been armed with the deadly energy spheres.” Having the blue energy spheres on a warship was against Originator laws but the Dominator had been made the exception.

Kathryn gazed at the large viewscreen in the Command Center showing a view of the Dominator. The video was being transmitted by one of the large hyperspace interference stations. They had just gotten to watch a live show of the Dominator making mincemeat out of nineteen Eternal battlecruisers. Kathryn wondered what a fleet made up of vessels similar to the Dominator and armed with the blue energy spheres could do to the Eternals.

“Imagine if that weapon were loose in the galaxies controlled by us,” said Councilor Bartoll, suspecting what Rear Admiral Barnes was thinking. “If just one of those spheres was to reach a planet it could do terrible harm. Six or more, over time, would be capable of destroying a world. That is why the weapon must never leave the Shrieels.”

On the screen, all that remained of the Eternal battlecruisers were small drifting fields of dark space dust. For the first time Kathryn understood why the Originators were so adamant about not putting these weapons on their warships. They simply could not risk them falling into enemy hands. With a deep sigh, she knew a fleet of Dominators was out of the question, at least for now.

“One of the Eternal vessels escaped,” Commander Zafron said. “That ship will take word back to the Eternals of what happened here. In time, we can expect a larger Eternal fleet to come investigate. It could be a few weeks or a few months, but they will come.”

Commander Belson looked over at Councilor Bartoll. “I think you need to summon your transport ships. We must get as many of our people as possible to the Communications and Transport Hub before the Eternals return.”

“I will summon them as well as another warfleet. We have a rather large one now assembling at the hub, and I will request for it to be sent here. If the Eternals come we will hold them off until the last of our people is taken out of stasis. None will be left behind.”

Kathryn took a deep breath. “I would recommend we begin constructing the Accelerator Ring we brought with us. It will greatly speed everything up. It may also allow our ships to pass through the hyperspace interference field without hindrance.”

“What is this Accelerator Ring?” asked Commander Belson, looking confused.

“A development of our AIs,” replied Councilor Bartoll. “It acts similarly to our intergalactic vortexes on the Shrieels but is capable of sending a ship through intergalactic space at a much higher hyperspace speed.”

Belson stared at the viewscreens for another moment and then spoke. “I believe it would be wise if we begin awakening our people in the main stasis facility. If Cynthia is willing to go down to the surface with a small group of our medical staff, we can administer the cure to our medical people who are in stasis in the main facility. Once they’ve recovered we can begin to awaken everyone rapidly. We only have accommodations for one hundred thousand so we will need to shuttle them up to waiting transports and send them on to the hub as rapidly as possible.”

Kathryn nodded her agreement. “We’ll make certain sufficient shuttles are sent to speed up the process. When the Eternals return there is no way of knowing how large a fleet they will bring but we need to be prepared for the worst.” Kathryn knew Jeremy would shortly be here and take over the defense of the system. Knowing Jeremy when the Eternals attacked he would be ready for them with a surprise or two.

The Avenger and her escort fleet exited hyperspace just short of the star cluster containing the lost Originators. The hyperspace interference field had been deactivated since the fleet was expected.

“There’s been a battle here against the Eternals,” Aaliss said, her eyes widening in shock. “The ship’s sensors are picking up the dust residue from the use of the Originators’ blue energy spheres.”

“The Dominator,” said Commander Malen knowingly. “It’s the only warship that has them.”

“Can you tell how many Eternal ships were involved?” This was a disaster. Somehow, the Eternals had discovered the star cluster.

“Nineteen,” reported Kevin as he studied the sensor readings. “It looks as if nineteen Eternal battlecruisers were destroyed.”

“A survey squadron of some kind,” suggested Ariel. “Since our recent battles with them, they may be attempting to survey Originator space to determine exactly what they’re up against.”

“I have Rear Admiral Barnes on the comm,” reported Lieutenant Lantz.

“Put her over on my console,” ordered Jeremy. He was anxious to hear what had happened with the Eternals.

A few minutes later, Jeremy turned to look at Aaliss, Ariel, and Commander Malen. “Twelve million Originators in stasis,” he said in a stunned voice. “That’s far more than we dared hope.”

“If the Eternals figure out what’s here, they may attack with every ship they possess,” said Kyla. “They can’t afford to allow those Originators to return to the Dyson Spheres.”

“I’m concerned how they were able to follow Councilor Bartoll’s fleet and remain undetected. I want to know how they achieved that. We don’t dare lead them back to the Communications and Transport Hub. That needs to remain a secret for as long as possible.”

“They won’t be able to if we use two Accelerator Rings,” said Aaliss. “One here and the other at the hub.”

Jeremy leaned back in his command chair deep in thought. He wasn’t prepared yet to fight a huge Eternal fleet. While he could get his hands on enough Originator ships, the losses would be staggering. He sat for several minutes reviewing previous battles until a possible solution came to him.

“Lieutenant Lantz, I want to send a message to Admiral Kalen back at the hub. This is what I want.” Jeremy then went on to describe what he required and how soon.

“Do you think that will work?” asked Commander Malen.

“We have to try,” Jeremy responded. “It’s going to take a while to awaken twelve million Originators and give all of them the cure. Lieutenant Stryker, take us on into the target system. I want to see these facilities as well as meet whoever is in charge. We have a battle to plan. We also need to figure out a way to awaken all of the Originators and get them to safety.”

Several hours later Jeremy stared at the massive space station on the ship’s main viewscreen. “How big is that thing?”

“It’s twenty kilometers in length and four in width,” answered Ariel. “It’s also very heavily armed. I’m detecting numerous energy beam turrets, missile hatches, and what appears to be launchers for the blue energy spheres.”

“There are also over eleven hundred Originator battlecruisers in orbit above the planet,” added Kevin. “That does not include our own fleets.”

“Rear Admiral Barnes, Admiral Pence, Commander Zafron, Commander Belson, and Councilor Bartoll are waiting to meet with you on the station,” reported Lieutenant Lantz.

Jeremy nodded. “I’ll take a shuttle. Ariel and Aaliss, you’re with me. Commander Malen, the fleet is yours. Get us organized into some type of defensive formation around that space station until I know more about what’s going on.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Commander Malen said as she came over and sat down in Jeremy’s command chair.

As Jeremy headed toward the flight bay with Ariel and Aaliss, he couldn’t help but believe it would be far longer than a few more weeks before he saw Kelsey again. His first priority now had to be to get all twelve million of these Originators safely back to the Communications and Transport Hub, and then he would have time to spend with Kelsey. He also suspected he’d better send her a message explaining in part what was going on and why his return was going to be delayed. With a sinking feeling he knew it could be months before he returned to the hub.

A few days later Jeremy and Councilor Bartoll were down on the planet in the secret facility where the twelve million Originators were in stasis. Jeremy was standing on a large platform overlooking the catwalks in one of the huge tunnels, which contained one million stasis chambers.

“I never expected something like this,” Jeremy said as he turned toward Councilor Bartoll. “If we can find more of your people in stasis on the Dyson Spheres your people will be well on their way to recovery.”

Bartoll smiled. “I was stunned as well when Commander Belson told me how many Originators were in stasis here. I’ve looked over the lists of some of the scientists and technicians. There are some very esteemed scientists from a number of scientific fields. I am anxious to get them safely back to the Communication and Transport Hub, so we can begin working to finish some of the research our AIs have been doing for the last two million years.”

Jeremy watched as several stasis chambers were removed by the repair robots and carefully lowered to the floor where an antigravity sled would take the Originators to the medical center to be awakened and given the cure for the pathogen. “I understand the other two councilors have been given the antidote and should be awake shortly?”

“Yes, Councilor Trallis and Councilor Castille. I have met both in the past. They are very good research scientists. Trallis is well versed in the field of hyperspace mathematics and Castille is a biologist.”

Jeremy hesitated briefly. Over time he had come to know Councilor Bartoll and trusted him implicitly. “What will the status be of the three Federation races in the Dyson Sphere once all of your people are awake and have been safely taken to the hub?”

“I thought you would be asking about that,” Bartoll said, his face turning more somber. “I don’t see any change, however, I am aware Governor Barnes would like to bring more of your people from the Federation to the Communications and Transport Hub to aid in the war.”

Jeremy wondered how Bartoll had found that out. However, Bartoll was an Originator and much more intelligent than a Human. Sometimes Jeremy forgot that and had to be reminded.

“We need crews for the heavy dreadnoughts,” Jeremy replied carefully. “The military AIs are a great addition to the fleet but sometimes, in the battle simulations I’ve studied, their losses are far greater than they need to be. In this war with the Eternals every ship may count.”

“This is something I’m going to need to study for a while,” Bartoll responded. “Has there been any progress on breaking the encryption in the computer files Ariel and Aaliss recovered from the Eternal battlecruiser?”

“Yes,” Jeremy answered. “One of your computer scientists designed a program to break through the encryption. It happened two days ago. There’s a lot of data to go through. I’ve asked Ariel and Aaliss to prepare a report for us of the most pertinent data. It should be ready tomorrow for us to review.”

Councilor Bartoll turned his attention back to the repair robots which were taking down even more stasis chambers. “I believe it would be wise if we include Commander Belson in that briefing. I would like to hear his opinion on the Eternals before I speak to my fellow council members.”

“I will make the arrangements,” replied Jeremy. He too was highly curious about what would be in that briefing. Ariel and Aaliss were being tightlipped about it as they claimed it would be best if everyone heard the information together.

Jeremy returned to the Avenger to inspect the deployment of the fleet units. He had two hundred Originator battlecruisers under the command of Admiral Pence. Jeremy decided to give Pence the seventy heavy dreadnoughts that had served as Councilor Bartoll’s escort. It would leave Jeremy with a solid core of four hundred heavy dreadnoughts. That still left the Dominator and Kathryn’s exploration dreadnoughts. For the time being he decided to leave them between the planet and the orbiting space station.

“This is going to be bad, isn’t it?” said Kevin, coming over to stand next to Jeremy. “We can’t leave until the all the Originators are evacuated. We may be here for months.” Kevin was concerned they might be here so long he and Jeremy might miss the birth of their children. He didn’t even want to think about how upset Katie and Kelsey would be if that happened.

Jeremy nodded. “We have to hold back the Eternals until the last transport ship has left. When it does we’ll pull back and destroy everything of Originator construction in the system. I don’t want the Eternals to learn what was here.”

“We did receive a communication from the hub,” reported Commander Malen. “Rear Admiral Mann will be leaving tomorrow with her new fleet. She’s also bringing a few extra Originator battlecruisers as well.”

“That’s fine; however I want the hub reinforced with additional updated Originator battlecruisers from some of the other Dyson Spheres. Send a message to Admiral Kalen we must have a minimum of ten thousand Originator battlecruisers at the hub at all times.”

Jeremy knew that could be done without significantly reducing the number of battlecruisers those Dyson Spheres would still have available for their own defense if needed. Also, by traveling in hyperspace using the intergalactic vortexes in the Dyson Spheres it made detection nearly impossible. Jeremy wasn’t too concerned about the Eternals finding the hub but he wasn’t going to risk their biggest asset being found, at least not yet.

The next day Jeremy was back over on the space station preparing to listen to what Ariel and Aaliss had discovered in the files they had downloaded from the Originator battlecruiser. Councilor Bartoll, Commander Belson, Rear Admiral Barnes, Commander Zafron, Camlin, Kazak, Tanoak, and Anthon were all present. Jeremy had decided to expand the number in the meeting wanting to include the military AIs with Camlin representing the nonmilitary AIs.

“We’re here because a few weeks ago Ariel and Aaliss went aboard a damaged Eternal battlecruiser and managed to access some of the files in the ship’s computer core. A failsafe program in the core detected the intrusion and attempted to delete all the files. While Ariel and Aaliss were unable to stop the deletion, they did manage to download a considerable amount of information before the core finished running its removal program. What they recovered was heavily encrypted, and it was only a few days ago the encryption was broken thanks to a special computer program created by one of the Originators currently back at the Communication and Transport Hub. Ariel, Aaliss; tell us what the two of you have discovered.” Jeremy was intensely curious as it would have great bearing on what occurred in this star cluster.

Ariel stood and looked at the assembled group. “We know the Eternals’ home planet is called Gardell and it has a population of nearly ten billion. They are ruled by the Council of Eternals which has twenty members. Each member is responsible for some aspect of their empire from warship construction to military research. Their current First Leader is an Eternal called Clondax. He has been First Leader since before their escape from the hyperspace interference field which kept them confined in their galaxy.”

“That’s over a thousand years,” said Councilor Bartoll. He was the one, upon returning to the Communication and Transport Hub, who had discovered the failure of the hyperspace interference field around the Eternals’ galaxy.

“A thousand years they’ve been spreading across the universe,” said Kazak in a level voice. “They must have conquered hundreds, possibly thousands of galaxies by now.”

Jeremy looked at Ariel, indicating for her to continue.

“It’s worse than that,” Ariel said. “The entire Eternal civilization is committed to expanding their empire as rapidly as possible.”

“Their technology is superior to all civilizations they encounter,” added Aaliss. “When they do encounter a high tech culture they simply overwhelm it with superior weapons and numbers.”

“It took a lot of research but we know how many galaxies they control,” said Ariel, looking deeply concerned, her dark eyes showing signs of anxiety.

“How many?” asked Jeremy, knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“Over ten thousand,” replied Ariel, her eyes meeting Jeremy’s. “Ten thousand two hundred and seventeen to be exact.”

“How many ships does it take to control ten thousand galaxies?” asked Commander Belson.

“We could not find a specific number,” answered Aaliss. “As near as we can tell from what we could find of fleet deployments, there are at least one thousand Eternal battlecruisers in every galaxy they control with new ships being constantly built to expand their fleets and attack more galaxies.”

“That’s over ten million ships,” said Tanoak, looking meaningfully at Commander Belson. “I don’t believe even all the Shrieels combined have that many.”

“No,” replied Councilor Bartoll, shaking his head. “They don’t.”

Commander Zafron addressed Councilor Bartoll. “What is the ship building capacity of the Shrieels?”

“We could build over one million ships per year if necessary,” Bartoll answered. “However, it has been brought to my attention that fleets commanded by our military AIs suffer far higher losses than fleets commanded by the Federation races.”

“That does not surprise me,” said Commander Zafron, glancing over at Kazak. “Our military AIs fight too rationally, making some of their actions predictable. It was always their greatest failing.”

“We do what it takes to ensure victory or the heaviest cost to the enemy,” explained Kazak. “However, I have to admit I have noticed the Humans at times use tactics I would never consider and sometimes those tactics do succeed.”

“I have observed Rear Admiral Barnes in military situations several times,” added Camlin. “Her actions have confused me though the results have always come out as she predicted. I believe we are making a serious mistake if we don’t allow the Federation races to continue to assist us in the war against the Eternals.”

“I agree,” said Kazak. “I would not want to go up in battle against Fleet Admiral Strong or Rear Admiral Barnes. Their tactics at times can be confusing.”

“I do not have sufficient information to make such a judgment,” said Tanoak. “I will defer to Kazak.”

“What happens to the civilizations in the galaxies the Eternals conquer?” asked Commander Belson, seeking more information.

“Those that are still relatively primitive and have not developed hyperspace technology are left alone,” answered Aaliss. “All others are enslaved and are expected to work for the Eternals. It should be noted from what we observed in the Median Galaxy and discovered in the computer files, the Eternals only allow their conquered civilizations a certain level of technology.”

“How many have the Eternals killed?” asked Belson in a strained voice.

“Several trillion at least,” answered Aaliss. “Many in battle but also due to a reduction in some civilizations’ technological level. We saw that in the star cluster in the Median Galaxy.”

“Several trillion,” repeated Commander Belson, his face turning pale. “The Anti-Life were once Originators. Those deaths fall upon us.”

“Those of us at the hub feel the same,” said Bartoll. “However, we did not realize the extent the Anti-Life have spread across the galaxies. It is our responsibility to bring balance back to the universe.”

Commander Belson closed his eyes, took a long deep breath and then opened them. “There are only a few Originators in stasis who would make good military leaders.” Belson looked over at Fleet Admiral Strong. “It is my opinion that once all of my people have awakened they will agree the Anti-Life, or Eternals as they now call themselves, must be stopped. This bloodshed cannot be allowed to continue. If our people are willing to do the research and build the ships will yours be willing to fight this war?”

“Are you suggesting we bring more Humans, Altons, and Carethians to the Communications and Transport Hub?” asked Jeremy, hoping that was where this conversation was going.

“Yes,” Commander Belson said. “I believe the two Councilors recovering from the pathogen will agree to that as well.”

“Is that what you want?” asked Jeremy, looking over at Councilor Bartoll.

“I fear it is our only choice,” replied Bartoll. “There will be some restrictions on certain technologies and perhaps on the number of individuals who can come to the Communications and Transport Hub, but I see no reason not to increase the numbers substantially. I will speak to Governor Barnes in more detail when we return.”

Jeremy turned back to Ariel and Aaliss. “Is there anything else?”

“We have some information on weapons technology which might be useful,” Aaliss replied.

“We also have information on the Eternals’ culture,” added Ariel.

“Let’s hear it,” said Jeremy, leaning back in his chair. He was sure all of them had numerous questions for the two AIs.

For over three hours the two AIs spoke of what they had discovered in the stolen computer files. Some of it was devastating to the two Originators as they realized how cruel and heartless the Anti-Life had become. They were worse now than before.

When Ariel and Aaliss finished speaking, the group decided to take a day or two to think about what they had learned. By then the other two Originator Councilors should be well enough to hear as well. Bartoll wanted to speak to them before making any decisions.

Sometime later Jeremy and Kevin were in the Avenger’s cafeteria eating a light snack and discussing the recent turn of events.

“How do we defeat ten million warships?” asked Kevin as he took a bite of the apple pie on his plate. “I’m not certain even the Dyson Spheres would be safe from that many. I had thought the Communications and Transport Hub was safe from attack; now I’m not so sure.”

“We don’t need to defeat that many,” replied Jeremy. “Most of those ships are tied down in their respective galaxies keeping them under the control of the Eternals. The number they have available to attack us with is much smaller. I do know once we return to the Communications and Transport Hub we’re going to have to ramp up ship production. There’s room at the hub as well as on all the Dyson Spheres for more shipyards. We’ll also increase the defensive and offensive weapons at the hub. It’s going to be the heart of our strategy to deal with the Eternals. We’ll make it into a fortress the Eternal cannot penetrate.”

Kevin laid down his fork. “Do you think the Federation will help?”

Jeremy nodded. “For a price. If we offer the right incentives I’m sure the council will allow us to ask for volunteers to come to the Communications and Transport Hub.”

“How many?”

“I don’t know,” Jeremy replied. “I’ll have to speak to Governor Barnes and Admiral Kalen about that. It will probably be those two who will have to go back to the Federation and speak to the Federation Council.”

“Are we ever going back home?” asked Kevin. “I know Katie’s mentioned it a few times.”

Jeremy took a deep breath. He had thought numerous times about what it would be like to return to the Federation and visit its worlds. “I don’t think so. Our new home is on the Dyson Sphere and the city the Originators have built for us. It’s safe and where we’ll be raising our families. In time to many of us, the Federation will be nothing more than a memory.”

Kevin nodded, picking up his fork. “I think you’re right. The Federation is our past and the Dyson Sphere and the Originators are the future.”

Jeremy agreed with Kevin. It was nice to reminisce about the Federation but that was just one galaxy. They were now responsible for protecting all of Originator space, which contained over six hundred galaxies. Jeremy was coming to believe that while there might be occasional periods of peace he would not see the end of this war with the Eternals in his lifetime. With a feeling of sadness he knew war was always going to be a major part of his life and most likely his children’s.

Chapter Fourteen

Major Wilde was on duty in the fake stasis facility they had constructed on one of the Dyson Spheres at the hub. There were four of the huge megastructures and Major Wilde was in one that was inhabited only by Originator AIs. The stasis facility was just outside one of the huge cities of the Originators the AIs and their repair robots maintained. She had just stepped outside to take a break and was looking out over the countryside. There were a few trees, tall grass, and a small lake in the distance. Beyond that was the city with its tall towers and futuristic architecture.

“Getting sort of boring, isn’t it?” remarked Sergeant Metz who had followed her out. “How much longer are we going to wait?”

Brenda sat down on a tree stump and looked over at the sergeant. “We let out a rumor yesterday that we were going to begin awakening these Originators tomorrow. That’s why I ordered the increased security.”

“It’s spooky inside that facility with those cloned Originator bodies in the stasis chambers. I get cold chills just from looking at them.”

“They can’t come to life,” Brenda reminded the sergeant. “However, they make me uneasy too.” Brenda knew in the remote past the Originators had used this technology to harvest body parts. It sounded ghoulish to her and she was glad it was a practice they had long since abandoned.

Sergeant Metz looked out over the countryside. “This reminds me a lot of when we first reached the inner surface of the Dyson Sphere back in our own galaxy, only then we were sort of hemmed in until Reesa managed to get us out.”

“She does have a way of getting out of sticky situations, though she always seems to drag everyone else in with her.”

Before Sergeant Metz could reply the ground suddenly shook and a billowing cloud of smoke and fire erupted from the entrance to the stasis facility.

“What the hell?” said Metz, staring in shock at the smoke rising up into the air. “That was an explosion!”

Brenda turned and ran toward the entrance followed closely by Sergeant Metz who was holding his assault rifle at the ready. As they neared the entrance Leeda, four other Marines, and several Originator AIs stumbled out. Two of the Marines were injured and being helped to stand by two of the AIs.

“What happened?” Brenda looked toward the entrance but no one else had appeared.

“There was an explosion,” answered Leeda, her eyes focusing on Major Wilde.

“Anyone else alive in there?” Brenda felt a cold chill sweep over her. There had been twenty handpicked Marines and fourteen Originator AIs inside the facility. Surely this wasn’t all the survivors.

“I don’t think so,” replied Leeda, her eyes showing anxiety. Her red hair was singed, and she had several bad looking burn marks on her arms. “We were the farthest from the explosion.”

“What happened?” demanded Sergeant Metz. Some of those Marines still inside had been with him for years.

“It was one of the AIs near the door. She suddenly turned, ran to the center of the facility near the stasis chambers, and blew up.”

“A suicide bomber,” said Major Wilde in disbelief. This was something she had never believed possible or even considered.

Sergeant Metz shook his head. “The bomb had to have been inside her, possibly keyed to her power source. We run scans on everyone entering and leaving the facility. That’s the only way it wouldn’t have been detected.”

Brenda moved closer to the still smoking entrance; she could feel the incredible heat coming from inside. With a sinking feeling, she knew no one could still be alive. She was just thankful Reesa had gone into the city to speak to Faboll. At least she had been spared witnessing this catastrophe or possibly being killed.

“Once the heat dies down we need to get the dead out and check the cameras. I want to see who this AI was and see if we can trace her movements. Maybe she left some clues as to who some of her other contacts are.” Brenda was trying to remain calm and not overreact. She had lost Marines before, but not quite like this.

“If we do find out, I want first crack at them,” muttered Sergeant Metz, gripping his rifle tightly. “I just lost some good friends and Marines. Corporal Carton and Private Malone were inside.”

This shook Brenda as it hit her who they had lost. Corporal Sandra Carton had been with her for a very long time. It was hard to believe she was gone.

“I’ve summoned help from the city,” said Leeda with a pained look in her eyes. Leeda sat down with her back against a tree, softly moaning.

Brenda stepped over, examining Leeda more closely. It had never occurred to her the AIs could feel pain. “Do those burns hurt?” She knew if those burns were on a Human they would feel excruciatingly painful.

Leeda nodded and forced a smile. “Fortunately being an AI I’m easily repairable. It’s just going to hurt like hell until I get it done.” Hell was a swear word she had learned from her Human friends.

With a deep sigh of frustration, Brenda knew she needed to begin preparing a report for General Wesley and Governor Barnes. Their plan to trap one of the AIs who might know the locations of the secret stasis facilities on the Dyson Spheres had just blown up in their faces, taking a lot of good people with it. Brenda gritted her teeth thinking of those who had just died. The AIs who were responsible for this had made a serious mistake. They had just made this personal and Brenda would not stop searching for them until she found them, no matter how long it took. In the end, she was going to make them pay!

Early the next day Governor Barnes was meeting with General Wesley, Admiral Kalen, Major Wilde, Reesa, and Dazon Fells at the Tower.

“All of you have seen the reports from Major Wilde and Leeda?”

They all nodded. The brazen attack on the stasis facility had stunned all of them.

“I can’t believe they’re all dead,” said Reesa with tears in her eyes. Several of the Marines had been close friends of hers. “How can the Defenders of Zorn be so callous?”

Dazon Fells spent a moment gathering his thoughts before he replied. “The Defenders of Zorn, for the most part, were the more militant members of the Originator race. They wanted us to build up our forces and destroy the Anti-Life before they could escape their galaxy. However, our people were tired of war and the hyperspace interference field had already held back the Anti-Life for thousands of years. Long-range reports from the automated stations around their galaxy generating the interference field indicated the Anti-Life were at war with each other. It was a belief among many that they would eventually destroy each other or send themselves back to such a state of barbarism they would never recover.”

“It seems your people were wrong on that point,’ said General Wesley. “The continuous state of warfare probably helped to develop the technology to defeat your interference field. It also most likely led to a more powerful and dangerous form of the Anti-Life which became the Eternals we’re up against now.”

“Zorn would have led us to disaster,” said Dazon, trying to defend the decision the Originators had made back then. “He wanted us to spread out and take a more active role in what was going on in the galaxies we controlled. He wanted us to set up a military force to see that no space faring civilization developed weapons, which could be dangerous to us or anyone else. Many believed he wanted to set up his own personal empire.”

“Six hundred galaxies is some empire,” said Governor Barnes, beginning to understand why the Originators disapproved of Zorn.

“Actually it’s six hundred and fourteen,” corrected Dazon.

General Wesley looked over at Dazon and Governor Barns. “So, what’s our next move? How do we find one of these damn AIs Zorn controls?”

“Is it possible there’s a military AI that’s been programmed to carry out actions like the destruction of the stasis facility?” asked Admiral Kalen.

“Maybe,” replied Dazon. “It would have to be one we don’t know about.”

“If so, that’s the AI we need to find,” stated General Wesley.

“I’m more concerned about something else,” Dazon said. “Commander Alvord is still demanding that he and his four loyal crewmembers be given a small ship and allowed to leave the Communications and Transport Hub. He knows the dark matter Shrieel has been destroyed but it doesn’t seem to have fazed him.”

General Wesley’s eyes narrowed. “There must be another hidden stasis location on another one of the Dyson Spheres. That facility must contain more members of the Defenders of Zorn. If Zorn is as dangerous as you have indicated, he wouldn’t have put all of his eggs into one basket. It would make sense for there to be a secondary facility in case something happened to the primary one.”

“My thoughts exactly,” said Dazon. “It’s one of the reasons I requested extra security be placed on the living quarters where Alvord and his people are living. In addition to our combat robots there is now a military AI supervising the security. Alvord’s not going anywhere.”

Admiral Kalen didn’t seem satisfied with what Dazon had just said as a deep frown covered his face. “What if some of these AIs dedicated to Zorn try to break him out?”

Dazon’s face suddenly paled. “I didn’t consider that. I can add more combat robots.”

“Let me assign some of my people to the security detail,” suggested Major Wilde. “We can make certain Alvord stays where he’s supposed to.”

Dazon slowly nodded his head. “I believe you may be right. We cannot let Alvord escape from this Shrieel.”

“I’ll have a squad of my people there later today,” said Brenda.

“I’ll inform the military AI to expect the arrival of your people.”

“What military AI is in charge of Alvord’s security?” asked Governor Barnes. He knew new ones were now being created daily.

“We have a shortage of them at the moment so I assigned Albate to supervise the security.”

“Albate?” said Major Wilde, turning pale. “Isn’t he the AI that was on the Seeker?”

“Why yes,” replied Dazon, looking confused at the major’s question. “But he is loyal to us, not Alvord.”

“We thought the same of Kazak and look what happened to him,” said Admiral Kalen. “When was the last time anyone other than Albate looked in on Alvord and his people?”

Dazon hesitated. “It’s been several days. There has been no reason to suspect anything is amiss.”

General Wesley looked over at Major Wilde and nodded. “Get a full platoon of your Marines as well as some combat robots. I think we need to pay a visit to Alvord.”

“Do you seriously think there’s something wrong?” asked Dazon, his eyes widening.

“We just had our stasis facility blown up and whoever was behind that might have also tried to free Alvord,” replied General Wesley, standing up.

“Albate would have reported if there was something wrong,” protested Dazon.

“If he’s loyal to us,” said Governor Barnes, his eyes narrowing sharply. “What if his loyalty is to the Defenders of Zorn instead? What if he’s the military AI we’re seeking?”

Dazon leaned back in his chair, too stunned to reply.

“Get your Marines,” ordered General Wesley to Brenda. “I’ll meet you there.”

Two hours later their darkest fears were confirmed. The combat robots lay in the corridor outside Alvord’s living quarters deactivated. Of Alvord, his four crewmembers, and Albate there was no sign.

General Wesley stood in the middle of Alvord’s quarters with a grim look on his face. “We need to find out if there are any ships missing.”

“I wonder how long he’s been gone?” asked Brenda as she looked around. She let out a deep breath. Dazon had made a serious mistake. The Originators were too trusting of their AIs. Recent events with Kazak as well as the discovery of AIs controlled by the Defenders of Zorn should have set off some alarm signals.

“I don’t think there’s any way to determine that with any degree of certainty. Albate could have doctored the cameras as well as the video logs. It could have been hours or even days.” General Wesley was aggravated that Alvord had slipped through their fingers.

“The destruction of the fake stasis facility and the escape of Alvord are too big of a coincidence,” said Brenda, folding her arms across her chest. “They have to be linked. Albate has to be the military AI we’re seeking. He might still have the original programming from the Defenders of Zorn.”

“I’m going back to the Tower and see if any unauthorized ship has left in the last few days,” said General Wesley, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe this had happened. “There’s been a lot of space traffic recently with Rear Admiral Mann’s fleet leaving. A single ship could easily have been missed leaving the hub.”

Brenda knew General Wesley was right. However, she had an inner feeling that they hadn’t heard the last from Commander Alvord or Albate. She decided it might be time for her to do some research on the Defenders of Zorn.

Rear Admiral Mann was on board her flagship, the heavy dreadnought Ceres. The ship was well on its way to the star cluster where Rear Admiral Barnes had discovered the lost Originators. It was common knowledge now on her ship as well as the rest of the fleet that the lost Originators had been found. She had twelve thousand updated 2,200-meter Originator battlecruisers as well as fifteen hundred 3,200-meter heavy dreadnoughts. She had stripped the Dyson Spheres of nearly all of their updated battlecruisers and took a big chunk of the remaining heavy dreadnoughts to form her fleet. More were being built but for a month or so there would be a shortage of the heavier ships.

“Twelve million Originators,” said Commander Sutherland, his eyes showing disbelief. “And they’ve slept in stasis for over two million years.” It was hard for him to comprehend such a thing.

“If it was any race other than the Originators, I’d have a hard time believing it also,” replied Hailey.

Sutherland’s eyes shifted to the nearby tactical display showing the 120 super large transport ships of the Originators at the heart of the fleet. There were also forty Originator cargo ships as well. “We could be in for one hell of a battle if the Eternals reach that star cluster before the evacuation is complete.”

Hailey nodded. “That’s why we’re bringing nearly every Alton medical technician we had back at the Dyson Sphere with us. We have to awaken all twelve million of these Originators and give them the cure for the pathogen. They will need a few more days after that to recover sufficiently to the point they can be taken up to a transport ship and sent back to the hub.”

“That could take several months,” said Sutherland deeply concerned.

Hailey nodded. She was afraid they were going to run out of time. “I fear the Eternals will show up before we’re through with the evacuation. One way or another I believe we’re going to have to fight them in a major fleet battle, even bigger than the one at the Dyson Sphere in Galaxy X-938.”

Sutherland drew in a sharp breath. They had nearly lost their entire fleet in that battle. “I hope Fleet Admiral Strong knows what he’s doing. We’re going to be risking a lot if this comes down to a major confrontation between us and the Eternals.”

Hailey understood that. “We need those Originators. There are over two hundred Dyson Spheres and most of them only have a few squads of Marines protecting them. Many of the Dyson Spheres are depending on newly created Military AIs and their regular AIs to operate the defensive systems.” She looked over at the tactical display. It was covered in large green icons representing the ships of her fleet. She wondered how many would be left when she returned to the hub. In every battle she had fought against the Eternals she had lost a hell of a lot of ships and she didn’t expect it to be any different this time.

In the star cluster of the lost Originators, more Originators were being awakened and given the cure for the pathogen every hour. On the orbiting space station all fifty thousand Originators were awake as well as the two councilors. They had met with Councilor Bartoll, Commander Belson, Commander Zafron, Andram, and Jeremy. They had been stunned the same as everyone else at learning how much time had passed since they had gone into stasis. They were visibly upset when told about the Anti-Life. After much discussion and videos showing some of the recent battles with the Eternals they agreed to allow the three Federation races to remain at the Communications and Transport Hub. They had also tentatively agreed to allow for an increase in the numbers of all three races to aid in fighting the Eternals.”

In the stasis facility on the planet already two hundred thousand Originators had been given the cure and brought out of stasis. Shuttles were climbing upward on a steady basis as the large orbiting transport ships were loaded.

“The Accelerator Ring is finished and we can activate it at any time,” reported Camlin. On the main viewscreen, the 110-kilometer wide ring was plainly visible. The four Originator construction ships were nearby conducting final tests in preparation for activation.

Rear Admiral Barnes nodded. “We’re going to begin sending the lost Originator transport ships through immediately. They’re not as large as the ones at the hub but they will still hold twenty thousand Originators each.”

“With a little bit of luck we’ll be able to move over four hundred thousand Originators before Rear Admiral Mann gets here. Just getting those first ships to the hub will be a huge relief for Councilor Bartoll.”

Kathryn leaned back in her command chair, relaxing. She knew Camlin was hoping for the best. The problem was they just didn’t have the room to awaken that many Originators at once. Current estimates showed that by overcrowding the living quarters in the underground stasis facility they could awaken a little over two hundred thousand Originators each week. That meant it would take them sixty weeks to awaken all of them, give them the cure, and send them off to the Communications and Transport Hub. There was no way the Eternals were going to give them that much time. This had the makings of a disaster and she wasn’t sure what could be done to avoid it.

Jeremy was in a shuttle with Commander Zafron and Commander Belson. Belson had indicated there was something he wanted to show the two.

“We’re gong to start sending some of your people to the hub beginning tomorrow,” Jeremy said. “Ten of your transports will be going with an escort of ten battlecruisers and one dreadnought.” Councilor Bartell and the other two councilors were going as well so they could begin getting the hub ready for the twelve million Originators.

Commander Belson seemed pleased with that. “At least that will ensure some of our people get to the hub before the Anti-Life show up.”

“You have sixty transports here; we’ll be using all of them. As soon as we have the next two hundred thousand Originators out of stasis and they have recovered sufficiently to travel, the next group will be leaving.”

The shuttle began slowing and Commander Belson reached forward and touched a button on one of the control consoles. Instantly a shimmering appeared in front of the shuttle and then a massive five-hundred-meter structure appeared.

“What is that?” asked Jeremy, his eyes widening. What ever it was it hadn’t been showing up on any of the fleet’s sensors. It had a number of very large energy cannons of some kind on its surface.

Commander Zafron leaned forward visibly intrigued by the cannons. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes,” Commander Belson replied. “It’s a dark energy cannon. We finished its development just before most of us on the station had to go into stasis.”

Commander Zafron spent a moment examining the large structure. “The use of dark energy as a weapon was only theoretical when the Dominator left the dark matter Shrieel.”

“The mathematics behind the use of dark energy as a weapon is far beyond even most Originators,” explained Commander Belson. “It was a fluke we found the right set of equations to make it possible.”

“What would this do to an Eternal battlecruiser?” asked Jeremy. He knew the power of dark matter. They used it in the 400-megaton dark matter missiles.

Commander Belson shifted his eyes to Jeremy. “It should pass directly through its energy shield and annihilate the vessel. From the early tests we ran no energy shield can stop it.”

“How many of these dark energy battlestations are there?” asked Zafron.

Commander Belson smiled. “One hundred and eighteen. They are the last line of defense before any enemy can reach the surface and the underground facility. They’re hidden in orbit by a special stealth field we developed as well as a polymer that covers their hulls which prevents the stations from being detected by sensors.”

Commander Zafron thought for a long minute and then spoke. “If we could add these dark energy cannons to the Shrieels along with our blue energy spheres, it would make them nearly impervious to attacks from the Eternals. That would give us the time we need to build the fleet we’re going to need to take the battle to them. Right now too many of our ships are tied down on defense.”

“What about on a warship?” asked Jeremy, seeing the potential for the weapon. “Could they be placed on board a ship like the Avenger or even the Dominator?”

“Could they be reverse engineered if the Eternals got their hands on one?” asked Commander Zafron, his brow wrinkling in thought.

Commander Belson hesitated for a moment. “They have the technology to build them though they may not be able to fully understand the science and mathematics behind the dark energy cannon. There are only a handful of our own scientists and mathematicians who do.”

Jeremy stood in the cockpit of the shuttle gazing at the huge spherical structure. It appeared to have defensive energy turrets as well. It reminded him of the Indomitable class battlestations, which once protected Gaia. “Can these dark energy cannons destroy a planet?” That was the primary argument for not allowing the blue energy spheres to be placed on warships.

“No,” answered Belson. “They would dig out one massive crater but they can’t destroy a planet. Why do you ask?”

“I’m thinking about a new class of ships armed with dark energy cannons. It might allow us to better defend Originator space from the Eternals.”

“Ships similar to the Dominator,” suggested Commander Zafron. This was a weapon he would like on the Dominator as well. “We wouldn’t build a lot of these new warships, that would be too time consuming, and they could be escorted by our heavy dreadnoughts.”

“We’re also going to have to place a self-destruct on all of our warships to prevent the Eternals from gaining access to our technology,” Jeremy informed them. This was something he had meant to bring up earlier after the battle in Galaxy X-938 but he hadn’t found the right time to do so. Too much had been going on.

“A self-destruct?” uttered Belson, his face turning pale. “That’s something we’ve never done. It’s barbaric!”

“It’s war,” replied Jeremy evenly. “We’re facing a brutal and cruel enemy. We can’t allow any of our ships or crews to be captured. The Federation used self-destructs in its war against the Hocklyns and the AIs in our home galaxy. I believe we need to do the same here.”

Commander Zafron was taken aback by the suggestion. “Ariel and Aaliss confirmed there was a self-destruct on the Eternal battlecruiser they boarded. It had to be set off manually. I believe Fleet Admiral Strong is correct. If we don’t want the Eternals gaining access to our technology then we need to be able to destroy our own ships when they suffer catastrophic damage.”

“It is something we will need to bring up with the councilors,” said Commander Belson who obviously didn’t like the idea. “However, I can see the wisdom of ensuring the Eternals don’t capture any of our warships or crews. If this is the only option then I will agree as long as there are suitable safeguards to prevent any of the self-destructs from going off accidentally.”

“We had such,” replied Jeremy.

Commander Zafron took one last long look at the battlestation. “Let’s get back to the station. We need to begin planning how we’re going to deal with the Eternals when they come.”

Jeremy watched as the shuttle turned around and headed back to the station. He had received a coded message the day before that one of his requests had been completed and would be arriving with Rear Admiral Mann’s fleet. Once they arrived at the station he had something else he had thought of and needed to speak about to Councilor Bartoll and the other two newly awakened councilors. With the Eternals expected to make an appearance, there was no way they could take a year to awaken all of the Originators in the underground stasis facility. They had to find another solution and Jeremy thought he might have one. However, it was going to depend in part on the ship construction capability of the shipyards back at the Communications and Transport Hub. If his plan didn’t work, then a lot of Originators now in stasis might be lost.

On the planet Gardell, First Leader Clondax listened to the report from the Eternal responsible for surveying Originator space for any unusual activity.

“Nineteen battlecruisers confirmed lost,” reported Parnon. “Squadron Commander Mallon was following a fleet of Originator vessels on a course for a star cluster orbiting that galaxy.”

“The same galaxy where a Shrieel has been destroyed?”

“Yes, It appears a number of supernovas have occurred in the nebula surrounding that region of space where the Shrieel once was. All the supernova are quite recent, having occurred in the last few years.”

Clondax was beginning to grow concerned. “Were these supernovas formed as the result of a weapon being used?”

“I have spoken to several scientists familiar with supernova and they all agree this is not a natural occurrence.”

Clondax stood and walked over to a large window overlooking the capital city of the planet. More than seventy million Eternals lived and worked in the megacity. It was the night cycle and the city was lit brilliantly by millions of lights. The city never slept as building and ruling an empire, which would someday stretch across the known universe, required constant vigilance.

“This fleet Commander Mallon was following. Did it have any vessels of the proxy race with it?”

“Yes, there were seventy of them.”

Clondax turned back around. He was now coming to believe the Shrieels had already been conquered. This proxy race was not a creation of the Originator AIs nor a partner race they had located. The destruction of the Shrieel only confirmed what he had begun to suspect. Sometime in the recent past, the Originator AIs had contacted a highly advanced and warlike race. The race had destroyed the Shrieel in that one galaxy as an example of their power. It was now obvious the Originator AIs had surrendered their control of all Shrieels rather than allow them to be destroyed. It also explained the recent defeats the Eternals had suffered at the hands of this race.

All this brought up another question. What was so important about the star cluster outside that galaxy? Could it be the home to this mysterious race?

“Continue the survey of Originator space. I intend to take a fleet to this star cluster and find out what its significance is.”

Clondax had decided to take the fleet currently being assembled to attack the Shrieel in Galaxy X-938. It would be ready to depart in two more weeks. If the homeworld of this mysterious race was in this star cluster, a force of one hundred thousand Eternal battlecruisers would annihilate it. That should weaken the race sufficiently to allow the Eternals to take the Shrieels one at a time until all were under Eternal control.

Tomorrow he would speak to the council and inform them of this latest data. While the battles for the Shrieels might be brutal with heavy losses, the Eternals would eventually win out. It was their destiny as over the years, with the modifications they had made to their bodies, they had become the most powerful and intelligent race in the universe.

It would be good for the Eternals to finally battle a worthy opponent. It would better prepare them for future conflicts as they spread across the universe building the greatest empire to ever exist. There would come a day when every civilized world in the universe owed allegiance to the Eternals.

Chapter Fifteen

Jeremy stared long and hard at the primary viewscreen on the front wall of the Avenger. It was displaying the Accelerator Ring which had just activated with a swirling deep blue vortex forming. Occasional flashes of discharging energy erupted around the outer ring as the vortex quickly stabilized. Ten Originator transport ships escorted by a heavy dreadnought and ten Originator battlecruisers approached the vortex and entered. Moments later the vortex shut down.

“That’s six hundred thousand we’ve sent through,” Commander Malen said, turning to face Jeremy. “We’re never going to make it at this rate.”

Jeremy nodded. This was going too slowly. They just didn’t have the room in the underground stasis facility to awaken the Originators who were in stasis any faster. Two hundred thousand were already overcrowding the living quarters in the facility. They had the capacity to awaken one hundred thousand Originators per week. From the time they were given the cure it took nearly two full weeks before they were capable of traveling. There was a steady flow of shuttles from the surface to the orbiting transports. Once there were two hundred thousand awakened Originators on the ten waiting vessels they were sent on their way under escort to the hub. After they were safely through the Accelerator Ring, then the next ten transports moved into orbit to be loaded.

“The Eternals are going to come soon,” said Aaliss, with her arms folded over her chest. The towering Originator AI had a look of deep concern on her face. “We’re never going to get all of these Originators to safety in time. I’m afraid many of them are going to die in their stasis chambers. We’ve put so much effort into finding them and now we may not be able to protect them when the Eternals come.”

Kevin looked over at Jeremy. “So, what’s the plan? I know you’ve got one.”

Jeremy took a deep breath. “Rear Admiral Mann should be here in the next day or two. She’s bringing some Originator cargo ships loaded with modified defense globes. The globes have met with some success in the battles we’ve had with the Eternals. This new modification I requested should take the Eternals by surprise. It just might buy us some time if they show up with a large fleet.”

“Time’s the key,” commented Ariel, her dark eyes focusing on Jeremy. “At the rate we’re currently awakening the Originators in stasis, it will take over a year to get them all to the Communications and Transport Hub. I don’t believe there’s any way we can hold back the Eternals for that length of time. If they can’t reach the planet on their first try they’ll only call in more ships. They’ll keep doing that until we’re overwhelmed. It won’t matter how many defense globes we send against them, at some point in time they’re going to reach the planet.”

“We won’t be here a year from now,” Jeremy replied. “All I need is to find a way to give us eight to ten weeks and I can have all the Originators safely off the planet.”

“Eight to ten weeks!” exclaimed Kevin, his eyes showing disbelief. “How?”

With a secretive smile, Jeremy explained his plan. The others listened in stunned amazement as he told them how it could be done. “I’ve got the shipyards at the hub building new ships which can handle transporting stasis chambers. We’re going to transport the chambers up to the ships and then awaken the Originators back at the hub. They will be sending additional work robots to help with moving the chambers and special shuttles that can be used to take them to the cargo ships.”

“Eight to ten weeks is still a lot of time,” Commander Malen said worriedly. “We may have to fight several major fleet engagements against the Eternals during that period.”

Jeremy nodded. “I expect we will. This isn’t going to be easy. It’s going to depend on how many ships the Eternals are willing to lose to reach the planet. I’ve already dispatched Admiral Jackson back to the hub to organize a second support fleet. All of our new warship construction for the next four weeks will be going toward his new command. With a little luck he will arrive before the Eternals do.”

Kevin looked at Jeremy, his face showing extreme worry. “This is going to make the battle at the galactic core against the AIs look like a skirmish.” Thousands of ships had been lost in that battle, both Federation vessels and AI battle spheres. The result of that battle had caused Jeremy and his fleet to become trapped in the Triangulum Galaxy.

“We have no choice,” replied Jeremy. “I’ve talked to Bartoll and the ship building capacity of the Dyson Spheres is almost beyond belief. We’re just now beginning to get all of the shipyards functioning. Most of them have been shut down since the Originators’ war with the Anti-Life. We’re also going to build more shipyards at the hub.”

“That’s well and good for the future,” replied Kevin, gazing at the main viewscreen. The large Accelerator Ring had shut down and one of the Originator construction ships was moving in close to do an inspection. This was done after every use of the ring. “But we’re talking about now. We still have to get all of these Originators to safety, returned to the hub, then send a mission to contact the Federation and hope they agree to help in this war. What if they don’t?”

Jeremy took a deep breath. The viewscreen had switched to show the Dominator. It was docked to the space station and work was being done to its systems. Commander Zafron had talked Commander Belson into installing several dark energy cannons on the massive warship. At the moment only the Dominator had the power systems to handle such a weapon.

There were several construction craft working on the bow of the five-thousand-meter warship. Two large cannons were taking shape and construction should be finished sometime in the next two or three days. It had been a risk doing this work now. If the Eternals showed up with a large warfleet, the Dominator would be sorely needed in the battle.

“Kazak gets all the new toys,” muttered Major Preston, staring enviously at the viewscreen. “I hear those new cannons will be able to go right through an Eternal warship’s energy screens.”

“It’s dark energy,” explained Aaliss. “There’s nothing known which can stop it. I’ve spoken to Saber and several other AIs about the dark energy weapons. They were developed originally in case the Defenders of Zorn found where the lost Originators had gone. They believed the weapons would be a sufficient deterrent to keep them away.”

“These Defenders of Zorn,” said Kevin with a deep frown. “I guess we’re fortunate in one respect that they all died when Rear Admiral Barnes destroyed the dark matter Shrieel.”

“They were nearly as bad as the Anti-Life,” said Aaliss, her eyes darkening. “They would have taken Originator culture down a very dark path.”

Ariel stepped over closer to Jeremy. “I spoke to Commander Belson. If we add another antimatter chamber to the Avenger, we could install a pair of dark energy cannons as well. We have several cargo holds which could be modified to hold another chamber.”

Jeremy was tempted to do it but the Eternals could make an appearance at any time and several more dark energy cannons weren’t going to make that big of a difference. Jeremy leaned back in his command chair, trying to relax. The Eternals were coming and he had a few tricks up his sleeves but he wasn’t sure they were going to be enough. It all depended on how large of a fleet they showed up with and how determined they were to reach the planet. Jeremy felt a prickling sensation run along his neck. He was deeply concerned that no matter what he did it wasn’t going to be enough.

Rear Admiral Kathryn Barnes was in the underground stasis facility speaking to Nomar and Cynthia. “Is there anything we can do to speed up the awakening process?” She knew Jeremy had some plans for dealing with the Eternals but no matter what he came up with, they were probably going to lose a lot of ships. Even if he could get the new ships here to move the stasis chambers that was still a good eight weeks away.

They were standing in a large observation room overlooking one of the large medical facilities where the Originator stasis chambers were being brought for their occupants to be treated. The Originators were brought out of stasis and given the cure as well as an injection of biological medical nanites to aid in the healing process. They were kept at a state just barely out of stasis until the deadly disease began to fade away and their bodies reached the point where they could survive without artificial means. Even so a few Originators had been lost due to the advanced stage of the disease. Their bodies had been so ravaged they could not survive long enough for the cure to take effect.

In the room below, the stasis chambers were hooked up to special medical monitors and opened. The Originators were brought back to the point where their hearts beat at a low rate and their breathing was barely detectable. The room had a number of Altons, a few Humans, and a large number of Originator medical personnel moving from chamber to chamber. In this room alone over two hundred stasis chambers were hooked up to the equipment. There were twenty other rooms such as this one. Once an Originator was given the cure, he or she was carefully monitored for several hours. After the medical staff were satisfied the occupant of the chamber was responding positively, the chamber was taken to another larger room where it was monitored until the occupant was ready to be completely awakened.

Once an Originator was awake he or she was sent to another observation facility where they were monitored for several more days. At that time they were sufficiently awake so they could be told about the current situation. As soon as they were strong enough they were sent to one of the living quarters in the facility. There were three levels dedicated to living quarters and there was a constant flow of Originators to and from the facility. Every hour shuttles were departing for the orbiting transport ships.

“I wish there was a faster way,” replied Cynthia, her eyes showing how tired she was. She was putting in extra long shifts every day as was everyone else. “Unfortunately we are limited by the number of medical facilities we have available for us to use to administer the cure and monitor the stasis chambers. The Originators who built the space station and this facility never expected to have to awaken so many so quickly. They assumed they would have several years to revive everyone and get them back to the Shrieels.”

Kathryn watched as several Originators were injected with the cure. She knew they were rapidly running out of time. They had found the lost Originators but by finding them had they doomed them as well?

The door to the observation room opened and Andram stepped inside. “I’ve looked at every possible option and there is no way to speed up the awakenings. Our only hope is to take the stasis chambers to the hub where we have the facilities to awaken the Originators still in stasis.”

It had been a long shot but Kathryn had hoped Andram might see something the Originators had overlooked.

“We have six hundred thousand of our people on the way to the hub,” said Nomar. “I hope we can get several hundred thousand more on the way before the Eternals arrive.”

Kathryn thought that was possible. However, when the Eternals arrived there were still going to be millions of Originators in stasis, ones who might die never knowing a cure had been found.

“Let’s get back to the Distant Horizon,” she said. “I want to run some battle maneuvers with the other exploration dreadnaughts.” The exploration dreadnoughts had as much firepower as the regular heavy dreadnoughts. At the moment they were tasked with defending the planet and had taken a defensive posture in space directly above the stasis facility.

“I’ll stay,” Cynthia said. “I’ll keep you informed if there are any new developments.”

“All we can do is hope for the best,” replied Kathryn.

First Leader Clondax stared at the main tactical display in the Originator battlecruiser Conqueror. The display was covered with green icons representing the largest fleet the Eternals had ever put together in one formation. He had 112,000 four-kilometer-long battlecruisers under his command; enough to crush any enemy. His plan was very simple. His fleet would stop just outside of the effective range of the hyperspace interference field around the star cluster and attempt to bring it down. Once it was down he would jump into the target system and destroy whatever forces the Originator AIs had there.

“Twelve more days and we will arrive at the star cluster,” Fleet Commander Tarsal said. “Our scientists believe they have found a way through the Originator AIs’ hyperspace interference field. The equipment will be ready by the time we get there.”

Clondax nodded. The scientists had been told to find a solution or face the consequences. It hadn’t taken them long to come up with the answer. Clondax felt certain the AIs felt safe behind the field. When they discovered it wasn’t effective against the Eternal fleet they would have no choice but to capitulate. Of course he would try to reason with them first. If they would turn over control of all the Shrieels to the Eternals he would allow them to continue to exist. They could work for the Eternals building warships in the shipyards, at least for a while. The big unknown in all of this was the proxy race. He now felt there was a reasonable possibility this race had already conquered the Shrieels after destroying the one in the galaxy the star cluster orbited. If that were the case then he wasn’t sure how the AIs would react. The proxy race was a big unknown and he was determined to get to the bottom of that mystery.

Clondax stood up and walked across the Command Center inspecting each station. It was quiet as the Eternals seldom spoke to one another. Each did their job and did so as efficiently as possible.

Fleet Commander Tarsal was sitting at his command console in front of a bank of small viewscreens. The viewscreens showed views of different areas of the ship. He looked up as Clondax stopped at his station.

“Will we need our warrior robots in this operation?” asked Tarsal. They had brought double what the ship normally carried. There were also extra Eternal shock troops.

“Perhaps,” replied Clondax, coming to a stop at Tarsal’s station. “The star cluster is an enigma. We know someone destroyed the Shrieel in the galaxy it orbits. Squadron Commander Mallon detected Originator ships possibly crewed by their supposed proxy race traveling to the cluster. There’s a hyperspace interference field around it and everything points to there being something of significance inside. I want to find out what it is and gather more information on this race that’s working with the AIs.”

Tarsal glanced over at the tactical display. “We have the fleet. We’ll find out what’s in that star cluster. We are the Eternals and it is time for the Originator AIs and the Shrieels to become a part of our empire.”

Clondax remained silent. He expected no less than for Fleet Commander Tarsal to do his duty. Twelve more days and he would know what the AIs and their proxy race were hiding in that cluster. When he did, he planned on taking control of it.

Rear Admiral Hailey Mann dropped her fleet out of hyperspace just short of the hyperspace interference field surrounding the star cluster. Since Fleet Admiral Strong was expecting an attack by the Eternals any day they wanted to confirm the identity of her fleet before dropping the field.

Around the Victory thousands of spatial vortexes opened as the rest of the fleet exited hyperspace.

“All ships present,” reported Captain Adams from his sensor console.

“We’re being scanned by the stations which produce the interference field,” added Commander Sutherland. “I’m sending our ship IDs.”

“We’ve been given permission to enter the star cluster,” reported Lieutenant Sparks. “We’re to exit hyperspace two hundred thousand kilometers from the planet.”

“Helm, take the fleet to those coordinates,” ordered Hailey. She was anxious to see what was there.

“Coordinates set,” replied Caria. The beautiful Originator AI quickly transmitted the necessary coordinates to the other ships of the fleet. “Fleet is ready for hyperspace entry.” Caria activated the ship’s powerful gravity drive and the ship of war quickly accelerated and entered the swirling vortex which formed in front of it.

Fleet Admiral Strong breathed out a long sigh of relief as Rear Admiral Mann’s fleet exited hyperspace near the planet. With the arrival of her fleet he felt certain he could hold the system against any Eternal attack, at least for a while. Once Admiral Jackson arrived with the second relief fleet Jeremy could put his plan into operation to evacuate all the Originators from the planet.

“We’re taking a risk assembling so many ships in one system,” said Commander Malen, her eyes showing concern. “The Eternals will know we’re protecting something. We have no idea what they might be bringing. It could be a fleet of a few hundred ships or it could number in the tens of thousands.”

Jeremy blinked his eyes. “It’s a risk we have to take. If we can evacuate all of these Originators safely, it will help to ensure our status at the hub. We’re also going to need them in the war. If we can get them all back to the hub and establish some type of agreement with the Federation on furnishing crews for our ships, we can at least be confident of defending Originator space. That’s six hundred galaxies we’ll have access to. We’re going to need a lot of natural resources and possibly new alliances in those galaxies if we’re to succeed in our war against the Eternals.”

Commander Malen gazed at the primary viewscreen showing Rear Admiral Mann’s flagship. All the fleet flagships were extra large heavy dreadnoughts similar to the Avenger. “What will the Originators think about involving other races? To me they seem hesitant at getting the Federation involved.”

“We only have three councilors to convince,” replied Jeremy. He had given this matter a great deal of thought. “The Eternals control over ten thousand galaxies and have millions of warships under their command. We can pick out the more advanced races in each of the galaxies in Originator space, turn over some Originator technology to them and have them aid in defending their home galaxies. If we choose races similar to the Altons, we can feel fairly confident the technology won’t be abused. We can also take certain safeguards to ensure that doesn’t happen as well.”

“I think we just found a use for Kelsey and Katie’s new super exploration dreadnought,” said Kevin, looking thoughtful. “It would be ideal for making contact with the more highly advanced races in those galaxies.”

Ariel nodded her head in agreement. “It will have members from all four races on it including Originators and Originator AIs.”

Jeremy thought it would be a great idea to use the ship in such a manner. He knew the girls would be thrilled to learn they would have an official mission once their new exploration ship was finished. Of course Jeremy wasn’t sure how he was going to feel about Angela, Katie, and Kelsey gallivanting around Originator Space with the kids.

“Rear Admiral Mann would like to come over for a briefing,” said Lieutenant Lantz. “I think she would like to see the space station as well as the status facility on the planet.”

Jeremy had planned to do this anyway. “Contact Commander Belson and let’s see if we can arrange a couple of tours. I want Rear Admiral Mann to see what she will be defending.” Once Rear Admiral Mann had finished her tours Jeremy intended for all of them to sit down and work out a battle plan to defend the space station as well as the stasis facility on the planet.

It took a lot of work but after hours of discussing various options to defend the space station and the planet they did come up with a plan. It was a plan some liked and others didn’t.

“The Anti-Life have to get through the hyperspace interference field,” said Commander Belson. “If they can’t get through the field there’s no way they can reach the planet. We already know the Accelerator Ring allows ships using it to bypass the field. We can still come and go, and the Anti-Life will be stuck. At normal subspace speeds it would take the Anti-Life several years to get past the field. We’ll be long gone before that happens.”

“They got around the field surrounding their galaxy,” said Commander Zafron, his eyes narrowing. “What makes you think they won’t do it here as well?”

Commander Belson had no real response. “This field is different. I don’t believe they can succeed.”

Nomar didn’t look convinced. “I’m not a specialist in that science but I don’t believe the interference field will stop them. They will know about it from the ship which escaped and if they show up here they will have a plan to deal with it.”

Jeremy looked over at Commander Belson. “Where are your people who designed the field?”

“In stasis,” replied Belson. “Why do you ask?”

“Cynthia, I want them awakened,” ordered Jeremy. “Perhaps they can tell us if the field will withstand the Eternals. Commander Belson, are there any other Originators who might be useful in this coming battle with the Eternals?”

“Most are already awake on the station.”

“How many of your people do you need to operate the station if it’s attacked?”

Belson thought for a long moment. “The station commander, Jontel, and several technicians. Probably ten or twelve. Everything else can be handled by our military AIs, our regular AIs, and the repair robots.”

“As soon as we detect the Eternals I want all nonessential personnel off the station,” said Jeremy. “Our first line of defense will be the hyperspace interference field. There are six stations that generate the field. Doubtlessly the Eternals will destroy them so the field cannot be reestablished if they succeed in bringing it down. Commander Belson, I want one hundred Originator battlecruisers assigned to each station. I want to make this as costly as possible for the Eternals. I also want six dark matter warheads placed in strategic locations on each station. When it becomes obvious we’re going to lose the stations we will detonate them.”

“The stations are not detectable,” protested Commander Belson, his eyes widening in concern at the thought of destroying them. “They took several years to build. By placing ships around them we will be telling the Anti-Life where they are.”

Jeremy shook his head. “We’re not leaving anything behind for the Eternals to find.”

Belson let out a deep sigh and nodded.

“Our next line of defense will be the space station. It will be the heart of our defense above the planet. “Admiral Pence, your fleet will be tasked with defending the station along with all of Commander Belson’s remaining battlecruisers. Commander Belson, I want ten dark matter warheads placed in strategic locations on the station. Once it falls we will detonate them.”

Commander Belson turned pale but nodded.

“Rear Admiral Mann, I’m dividing your fleet. You will take one thousand heavy dreadnoughts and six thousand battlecruisers to protect the Accelerator Ring. We cannot let the Eternals damage it. Your other battlecruisers will be tasked with defending the 118 dark energy stations and the planet.”

“Yes, Admiral,” Hailey replied. “I will make the arrangements.

“Your remaining five hundred dreadnoughts will be joining my fleet. We’ll hit the enemy wherever we think there’s a weak spot.”

“Rear Admiral Barnes, your ships and the Dominator are to stay in low orbit directly above the stasis facility to prevent any Eternal weapons from getting through.”

“What about the defense globes?” asked Kathryn.

“Each fleet will use them at their own discretion,” replied Jeremy. “The new ones which came on the transports with Rear Admiral Mann will be used at the opportune moment in the hope it will cause the Eternals to withdraw. Are there any questions?”

No one said anything. “Very well, you may discuss this plan amongst yourselves and if there are any ideas to improve on it let me know.”

Later Jeremy was back on board the Avenger carefully reviewing the battle plan. He was examining each aspect. Everything he was doing was designed to cause the maximum number of ship losses to the Eternals.

“Do you think this will work?” asked Kevin. He was deeply concerned he might never make it back to see Katie again.

“We need to fight a delaying action until Admiral Jackson can get here. Once his fleet arrives we can complete the evacuation of the Originators in stasis and leave this cluster far behind. We’ll use dark matter missiles to erase all traces of Originator technology.”

“Commander Belson wasn’t real happy about using dark matter warheads to destroy everything,” commented Ariel.

“You can’t blame him,” said Aaliss, coming over closer. “They must have spent years building all of this and we’re going to blow it all up.”

“It’s war,” responded Jeremy. “Sometimes we have to make difficult choices.”

“So what now?” asked Commander Malen.

“We wait,” answered Jeremy. “We continue to awaken Originators and send them off in the transport ships.”

Leaning back in his command chair, Jeremy shifted his eyes to the viewscreens. On multiple screens Originator warships were visible. There were over fifteen thousand ships gathered, waiting for the Eternals. Jeremy’s greatest fear was it wouldn’t be enough. He needed a way to buy time until Admiral Jackson arrived but he had no idea what to do to gain that time. He also thought it might be a good idea to send a message to Kelsey. If he failed in his defense of the Originator stasis facility he knew he wouldn’t be going back home. For the first time he understood what Grayseth meant when he had said how important it was to have children to take up the burden of the parents.

At least if something happened to him and Kevin, Kelsey and Katie would have their children to carry on. It was a sad thought but Jeremy felt some relief knowing he would have an heir and the girls would not be alone.

Chapter Sixteen

First Leader Clondax stared at the tactical display showing the data from the long-range sensors. The edge of the star cluster which was their destination was beginning to show.

“How far are we from the hyperspace interference field?”

“Two point seven light years,” answered Fleet Commander Tarsal. “We have already slowed and are preparing to drop out of hyperspace.”

Clondax felt a subtle change in the Conqueror as it dropped out of hyperspace and exited the spatial vortex. On the viewscreens, the rest of the stupendous fleet that was his escort started to appear. Thousands of ships began to exit hyperspace.

“We’re a quarter of a light year from the field,” reported Garald, the ship’s sensor officer. “It is appearing on the sensors.” On the tactical display, a purple area became visible marking the boundary of the interference field.

Clondax leaned forward. “Can we neutralize it?”

“Sending out the countering field,” Fleet Commander Tarsal responded as he pressed several icons on his console. “Other ships are broadcasting variations of the field. We should know shortly if this is going to work.”

Clondax waited expectantly. After the many ferocious wars in their home galaxy, the surviving Eternals who had come out the victors spent thousands of years trying to learn the secret to neutralizing the hyperspace interference field surrounding their galaxy. They had finally stumbled across a neutralizing field, which would counter the hyperspace interference. Clondax knew a number of the ships in his fleet were now broadcasting different variations of that field to test its effect on the hyperspace interference surrounding the star cluster.

“We have a successful test of field XB-42,” Garald reported as the reports from the other ships came in.

“Have all ships begin to broadcast that field,” ordered Clondax.

“Hyperspace interference field is beginning to collapse,” reported Garald. “I am detecting several large stations orbiting the star cluster. They must be responsible for maintaining the field. They had a stealth field up but our sensors managed to penetrate it. There are also Originator battlecruisers around each of them.”

“We must destroy those,” said Fleet Commander Tarsal, shifting his eyes to focus on First Leader Clondax. “We can’t risk the stations’ changing the frequency of the interference field and blocking us out of hyperspace.”

“Send ships around the perimeter of the cluster to search for more of these stations,” ordered Clondax. “I want all of them destroyed.” Clondax was certain the Originator AIs had assumed their interference field would protect them from attack. They were about to find out how wrong that assumption had been.

Jeremy was in his quarters when Ariel popped in, informing him the Eternals had been detected. At the same moment the Condition One alarms began sounding and Commander Malen’s voice came over the ship’s comm announcing the setting of Condition One.

“How many ships?”

Ariel hesitated with a pained look on her face. “Over one hundred thousand. We can’t get an exact count because of the numbers.”

Jeremy’s face turned pale. That was far more than he had expected. All of his carefully thought out plans had just flown out the window. “What are they doing?”

“They dropped out of hyperspace just short of the hyperspace interference field. Aaliss believes they’re trying different methods to bring it down. We’ve detected a number of unknown energy fields being directed toward the field. Parts of the field are already showing signs of collapse.”

“Send the order to evacuate the space station. Have all Originators who are in the living quarters in the stasis facility on the planet and are capable of traveling to report to their shuttles. As soon as the transport ships are ready have Aaliss activate the Accelerator Ring and send them through. Standard escort of one heavy dreadnought and ten battlecruisers.” Jermyn wanted every Originator out of the system that could travel. With as large a fleet as the Eternals had shown up with, there was a possibility no more Originators would ever be leaving this system.

“Yes, Jeremy,” replied Ariel as she disappeared.

Jeremy drew in several deep breaths. The size of the Eternal fleet had just wrecked all of his defensive plans. It was time to think of something else. Leaving his quarters he encountered Kevin in the outside corridor.

“They’re here,” Kevin said breathlessly. “Ariel said over one hundred thousand of them!”

“Did you send a message to Katie?” asked Jeremy as the two hurried toward the Command Center.

Kevin nodded. “Yes, I told her it was going to be a while before we got back home.”

Jeremy didn’t reply. He and Kevin had been friends long enough that he recognized the fear in the back of Kevin’s eyes and in his words. Both of them had sent messages to their wives knowing it might be the last time Kelsey or Katie would ever hear from them.

Entering the Command Center, Jeremy went to his command chair as Commander Malen got up and moved to her station.

“We’ll have the last cured Originators from the stasis facility up to the transport ships in forty minutes,” Kyla reported. “The station will complete its evacuation in thirty minutes. All commands have gone to Condition One.”

“Hyperspace interference field has collapsed completely,” Aaliss announced. “Commander Belson is highly upset. He didn’t believe the Eternals would be able to penetrate the field.”

“Eternal battlecruisers are breaking off from the main fleet and circling the star cluster,” reported Kevin as he watched his sensors. “I think they’re searching for the interference field’s broadcasting stations.”

“Are the stations ready?”

“They’re ready,” answered Ariel. She was standing slightly behind Jeremy on his left hand side. “Energy shields just came online and their weapons are activating. Defensive battlecruisers are in position and ready to add their support to the stations. “There is a military AI in charge of each interference station. Dark matter warheads have been set for self-destruct.”

Jeremy nodded. A lot of AIs were about to die but Commander Belson had informed Jeremy that all of them had recent scans of their memories and could be recreated in new bodies when the fleet returned to the hub. So while they might die here they could be reborn again in the future.

“Eternals have located four of the stations,” reported Kevin nervously. “They’ll have the other two shortly.”

The Eternals had solved the hyperspace interference field much quicker than Jeremy had expected. Their main fleet was still holding its position while Eternal ships searched for the field generating stations. This was fine with Jeremy as time was passing. On the nearest tactical display, he could see dozens of shuttles taking off from the surface of the planet to rendezvous with the orbiting transports. Jeremy’s eyes shifted to another tactical display showing the Eternal fleet. It appeared as a nearly solid blob of red threat icons. If the Eternals attacked with that fleet and were determined Jeremy knew there was very little he could do to stop them. Somehow or another he needed to delay the Eternal attack. He had several plans but there was a chance none of them would work. It was time to roll the dice and see what happened.

“Six stations detected,” reported Motan, the Conqueror’s sensor officer. “There are also one hundred Originator battlecruisers defending each one.”

Clondax took a moment to study the scans from the various search groups. All six stations were identical and obviously heavily armed. The nearby Originator cruisers would make annihilating those stations more difficult. “Fleet Commander Tarsal, I want those six stations destroyed. We can’t leave them intact.” Clondax was going to take no chance on those stations putting out a new interference field, which might block his fleet from entering hyperspace. While he didn’t believe there was anything in the system that might endanger his fleet, he wanted an escape route left open if need be.

Fleet Commander Tarsal began sending out orders and shortly six small subfleets left the larger formation and set out toward their assigned targets. There were fourteen hundred Eternal battlecruisers in each of the new formations. Tarsal was confident those would be enough to overwhelm the defending battlecruisers and the defenses of the stations.

The subfleets proceeded to their targets and began to globe them but carefully stayed out of weapons range. They scanned the stations and the waiting battlecruisers but found nothing out of the ordinary. Once all six stations were englobed the Eternal vessels began to move closer.

On board one of the stations Tammon, the military AI in charge, studied the approaching enemy vessels. There were ten other AIs inside the station’s Command Center standing or sitting in front of the consoles. All the others had been evacuated. “Our energy beams are more powerful than those on our battlecruisers. We will use our beams and antimatter missiles to bring down the Eternals’ shields. Our support craft will then destroy them.”

“Weapons range in thirty seconds,” reported the AI in front of the station’s sensors.

The seconds passed as the Eternal vessels crept closer.

“Fire!” ordered Tammon, his eyes focused sharply on the tactical display.

From the station eighty powerful energy beams reached out, striking a number of Eternal vessels. Antimatter missiles began launching in sprint mode. Antimatter projectors opened fire at the enemy ships, trying to bring down their shields.

The Eternals’ shields flared up brightly. They were being rotated through a series of frequencies designed to make the screens more resistant to energy weapons fire. There were also no ion cannons on the station, which could freeze the screens to make them more vulnerable.

Antimatter missiles slammed into the shields of numerous Eternal battlecruisers releasing torrents of energy. The energy washed over the shields but failed to bring them down. Energy beams struck the shields and failed to penetrate. The shields flared up brighter and brighter under the stupendous onslaught of offensive weapons fire.

Tammon noticed with surprise how ineffective his weapons fire was. He had firmly believed his energy weapons would be able to penetrate the Eternals’ shields. It was going to be necessary to change tactics. “All battlecruisers, open fire.” It was not going to work out saving the battlecruisers to take out damaged vessels. He needed more weapons fire to take down the Eternals’ shields.

With the increased weapons fire one by one the Eternal battlecruisers began to see their shields starting to fail. Energy beam fire from six Originator battlecruisers smashed through a weakening shield, slamming into the hull of an Eternal vessel, setting off massive explosions and hurling glowing debris away from the ship. Two antimatter missiles arrived, detonating against the hull and splitting it in two. Additional missiles arrived turning the two pieces of wreckage into glowing fields of plasma and gas.

In the Eternal formation, other battlecruisers were meeting their end as their shields were overwhelmed by the massive amount of weapons fire coming from the station and the Originator battlecruisers. Several glaring flashes of intense energy designated dying Eternal vessels.

However, the Eternal ships were not idle. They were laying down a heavy energy weapons fire at the station as well as the defending Originator battlecruisers. Eternal energy beams drilled through the shields of several defending battlecruisers, cutting deep into their hulls compromising numerous compartments and opening them up to the vacuum of space. Antimatter missiles arrived, turning ships into miniature supernovas of intense heat and released energy which quickly faded away leaving only a few wisps of glowing gas behind.

The middle section of an Originator battlecruiser exploded, sending debris hurling away from the ship. An Eternal energy beam struck the damaged section and began cutting the ship in half. Before it was finished an antimatter missile arrived, blowing the ship apart.

Energy beam fire began pummeling the powerful energy screen of the space station. Occasionally a beam would penetrate, blasting out deep pits in the hull. Energy beam turrets and missile tubes were being destroyed as various sections of the station came under fire. A section of the energy shield became unstable and an antimatter missile penetrated, blasting a massive hole in the station and causing its structure to become unstable.

“Weapons at 32 percent,” reported the AI at tactical. “Hull integrity is failing in 72 percent of the station.”

Tammon considered his options. “Hold all weapons fire and redirect the power to the energy shield. All surviving battlecruisers are to jump out and return to the space station.”

Orders were quickly sent and the twenty-eight battlecruisers still capable of entering hyperspace opened up vortexes and fled.

“Turn off the power to the entire station except for the Command Center and the energy shield,” Tammon directed in a calm voice. Gazing at the primary viewscreen, he waited to see what the Eternals would do.

The Eternal commander noted the stoppage of weapons fire and the departure of the surviving Originator battlecruisers. The station was heavily damaged and no longer capable of resistance. “Move the fleet closer and prepare to send our warrior robots and a squad of our shock troops over to take control. We will take this station so we can study its technology.”

A number of Eternal battlecruisers moved closer and began launching assault shuttles. If the shield did not come down shortly they would use weapons fire to force it into failure. It had to be close already.

“Lower the energy shield,” ordered Tammon, his eyes focused on the viewscreen. The Eternals were no longer firing on the station. He wanted to lure them in close.

The shield was lowered and moments later the Eternal shuttles began to dock.

Tammon allowed himself to smile inwardly. He had fulfilled his function as a military AI: inflict as much damage to the enemy as possible. Touching a blinking icon on his command console Tammon set off the six dark matter warheads hidden on the station.

In six massive explosions, twenty-four-hundred megatons of raw energy were released, blowing the station apart. Eight Eternal battlecruisers were destroyed from the blasts as a huge fireball formed. Fourteen others were destroyed by collisions with massive chunks of flying debris.

Jeremy had observed the battle from the Command Center of the Avenger. Already four of the stations were gone with the remaining two about to fall.

“Evacuation from the stasis facility is complete,” reported Aaliss. “We’re moving nearly seventy-two thousand Originators.”

“Same with the space station,” added Ariel. “We’re moving over forty-nine thousand Originators.”

“Transport ships are beginning to move toward the Accelerator Ring,” reported Kevin.

“Expect ring activation in six minutes,” said Aaliss.

“Last two hyperspace interference stations have been destroyed,” reported Commander Malen. “We lost five hundred and twelve Originator battlecruisers and all six stations. Estimated Eternal losses are two hundred and seventeen vessels.”

Jeremy nodded. This was about what he had expected. The Originator battlecruisers at the stations had not been the updated ones. He was holding those back around the planet and the Accelerator Ring.

On the tactical display, the six Eternal fleets were returning to the main formation. That was fine with Jeremy as it would allow him time to activate the Accelerator Ring and get the transports and their escorts safely away.

The minutes passed quickly and Aaliss activated the ring. The swirling dark blue vortex formed and moments later, the first of the six large Originator transports entered the activated Accelerator Ring to vanish into the safety of intergalactic hyperspace. Their escorts quickly followed and the ring shut down.

“Ships have jumped,” reported Aaliss. “Accelerator Ring is shutting down and safety locks are activating.” The safety locks would prevent anyone other than an Originator or one of their AIs from activating the ring.

First Leader Clondax gazed perplexed at the sudden and massive energy signature which had just appeared in the system they believed the Originator AIs and the proxy race had made into a base of some kind. For several minutes the energy signature persisted and then it disappeared.

“What was that?” Clondax was concerned it might be some type of weapon.

“It was a massive spatial vortex,” reported Garald. “I’ve never seen such a reading before. It was more massive than the vortexes reported to be in the Shrieels.”

“Prepare to take the fleet to the target system, but I want to come out of hyperspace in the outer regions of the system. I want full scans of the planet and the vicinity around it before we move closer. I want to make sure we’re not entering a trap.”

The sudden power surge concerned him. He had seen how all six hyperspace interference stations had been destroyed. Sensors had confirmed the use of dark matter warheads. He had lost double the ships he had expected. However, it was now impossible for the Originator AIs and their proxy race to block his fleet from entering hyperspace. It was time for the main part of his planned attack.

The dark blue vortex faded away as the Accelerator Ring shut down. Rear Admiral Mann had positioned her fleet to defend the ring from attack. If it were to be damaged or destroyed they would have no way to escape or get the remaining Originators to safety.

“Hyperspace vortexes forming in the outer regions of the system,” reported Captain Adams. He watched his sensors for several long moments and then turned back toward Rear Admiral Mann. “One hundred and twelve thousand Eternal battlecruisers detected.”

“Damn,” muttered Commander Sutherland, looking over at Rear Admiral Mann with a worried frown. “That’s a hell of a lot of ships.”

“Just more for us to destroy,” commented Major Linda Marks from Tactical.

“What are they doing?” Hailey’s fleet was at Condition One and ready for combat.

“They’re scanning us,” Adams replied.

“They’re suspicious,” Sutherland said. “They want to know if there are any other surprises. They didn’t like those hyperspace interference stations blowing up on them.”

“They may have detected the energy readings from the Accelerator Ring as well,” suggested Adams.

Hailey nodded. “Be prepared. They’ll be jumping in on us shortly.” Hailey tried to relax but her heart was beating faster and the adrenaline flowing as the time for combat neared. “As soon as the Eternals jump in I want all of our defense globes launched. Put them between us and the Eternals. We’ll use their ion cannons to freeze the Eternals’ shields and then launch our attack.” Hailey intended to attack the Eternals and drive them back away from the Accelerator Ring if they came too close.

Jeremy watched as the Eternal fleet spent nearly twenty minutes scanning the system, particularly the area around the planet.

“They’ll be jumping shortly,” Ariel said. She was using the Avenger’s sensors to keep track of the Eternal fleet.

“Are the cargo ships ready?” They were the forty ships that had arrived with Rear Admiral Mann’s fleet and contained the new defense globes.

“Yes,” Ariel replied. “They’re mixed in with our fleet. On your order they’ll release the defense globes and then pull back to the planet.”

Jeremy leaned back in his command chair. When the Eternals jumped in he intended to hit them with the special defense globes he had ordered the construction facilities at the Communications and Transport hub to construct. He couldn’t afford to fight the Eternals in a heads up battle; he needed some trickery to buy time. The new globes would be the second surprise. The exploding hyperspace interference stations had been the first.

“Eternals are jumping!” reported Kevin tersely. “I’m detecting tens of thousands of spatial vortexes forming in the outer system. They should be coming through shortly.”

Jeremy sucked in a deep breath. This was it!

Three hundred thousand kilometers from the planet, the Eternal fleet poured out of hyperspace forming a solid wall of warships. The ships orientated themselves and then began advancing toward the planet. The massive space station would be their first target and then the large ring protected by Originator ships. Scientists with the fleet had determined the ring had been the source of the high-energy reading and was some type of intergalactic vortex device. They would like to capture it intact to study.

“We’re detecting fifteen thousand plus Originator vessels,” reported Garald. “Most are Originator battlecruisers; however, there are also two thousand of their heavier vessels. The space station has a very powerful energy screen and is heavily armed.”

“There is a group of nine hundred of the larger vessels approaching us,” warned Fleet Commander Tarsal. He focused his attention on the tactical display showing the ships.

“Hold our current position,” ordered First Leader Clondax. He was curious what they hoped to accomplish. Nine hundred ships against his fleet was only going to be a mild hindrance. However, if they wanted to sacrifice their ships needlessly he would allow them to do so.

“We’re almost in range,” reported Kevin. “Rear Admiral Mann is launching her defense drones and placing them between her fleet and the Eternals.”

“Admiral Pence is doing the same thing placing his around the space station,” added Ariel.

Jeremy took in a deep breath. “Launch ours and put them in front of our fleet in a pyramid formation, apex forward. Bring the fleet to a halt just outside of weapons range.” From their previous battles, they knew the range of the Eternals’ missiles and energy beams. “I want all ships prepared to fire their black matter missiles in sprint mode. Ion beams to target Eternal shields to prevent them from modulating. On my order, the defense globes will advance toward the Eternal formation firing their ion beams. I want every Eternal shield frozen.”

“The cargo ships?” asked Aaliss.

“Have them on standby.” Jeremy intended to use the regular defense globes to draw the Eternals’ fire.

First Leader Clondax watched as the large Originator ships deployed tens of thousands of their small drones. In the last several battles, these had been used to ram Eternal warships after firing ion beams to weaken Eternal energy shields. He suspected they were going to do the same again.

“The large ships in front of us have deployed nearly ninety thousand of the small attack drones,” Fleet Commander Tarsal reported. “I’ve ordered all ships to target them with defensive weapons as well as antimatter missiles. We should be able to prevent them from reaching our ships.”

“Those nine hundred ships will have dark matter missiles,” said Clondax. “It’s essential we destroy them.”

“Drones are beginning to advance,” warned Garald from his sensor console.

From the forty large Originator cargo ships inside Fleet Admiral Strong’s formation large hatches suddenly opened and sixty thousand special defense globes exited. These were slightly larger than the regular defense globes and had two major additions: a more powerful gravity drive and a dark matter warhead. The only other weapon they had was a single ion cannon.

“The new defense globes have launched,” reported Aaliss. “They are forming up behind the first ones. Cargo ships are beginning to pull back.”

“Send the globes in with our fleet directly behind,” ordered Jeremy, leaning forward anxiously. “Let’s see how the Eternals like our newest surprise.”

In space, the ninety thousand normal defense globes accelerated toward the Eternal fleet. As soon as they entered weapons range their ion beams fired.

The Eternals had been expecting this and space was suddenly filled with the bright flashes of exploding antimatter warheads. Each explosion destroyed hundreds of the globes. Defensive energy beams were sweeping through the dense drone formation leaving small fiery explosions in their wake where defensive globes had died.

The defensive globe formation was nearly halfway to the Eternal fleet with the new larger drones following closely behind.

“Seventy-four percent of the first line of defense globes have been destroyed,” Ariel reported. “The Eternals’ weapons fire will begin reaching the trailing drones in twelve more seconds.”

“Full activation on their gravity drives and send them in,” ordered Jeremy, his eyes focused intently on the tactical display showing both sets of defense globes. “The fleet will follow behind. Stand by to fire weapons.”

Where only a minute before the tactical display had shown two large masses of globes, now it showed the front section greatly reduced. Suddenly the trailing section sped up to twice the normal speed for a defense globe. They hurtled through the ravished front formation and began to suffer losses. It took the Eternals a few moments to adjust to the greater speed and then the second globe formation began to die.

Ion beams reached out freezing more Eternal energy screens. Additional globes died as antimatter missiles began to explode amongst them. However, the first line of drones sacrificing themselves and the increased speed of the new drones began to pay off.

All across the Eternal formation 400-megaton dark matter explosions began hammering their ships. One warhead was normally enough to knock the energy screen down on an Eternal battlecruiser and the second would severely damage it or blow it apart. The entire front section of the Eternal formation exploded in light as furious detonations of dark matter assailed their fleet.

“Take us in,” ordered Jeremy, seeing the chaos the new defense globes were causing in the Eternal formation. “I want four waves of dark matter missiles fired and then pull us back out of weapons range.”

Lieutenant Striker sent the Avenger hurtling forward on its gravity drive into weapons range.

“Firing ion beams,” reported Major Preston as he pressed several icons on his console. Then a moment later. “Launching first wave of dark matter missiles.”

Jeremy’s eyes shifted to the ship’s viewscreens. Already the Eternal formation was lit up from exploding defense globes. Those in the first line that had survived were now beginning to impact Eternal screens and explode as they overloaded their antimatter chambers. Suddenly the intensity and number of explosions increased as the dark matter missiles from Jeremy’s ships began to strike the Eternal fleet. For a few moments it appeared the Eternal advance had stalled. They had slammed into a wall of fire!

“Incoming fire!” warned Commander Malen as the Avenger shook. “We took an antimatter explosion to the outer screen but it’s holding.”

“Dreadnoughts Xavier, Fury, Tempest, and Thunder are down,” reported Kevin. “We’re beginning to receive intense weapons fire from the Eternals. Most of the defense globes have either been destroyed or detonated.”

“Other ships are taking heavy damage,” warned Commander Malen. “We’re going to lose a lot of ships if this continues.”

“Second wave of missiles launching,” reported Major Preston. “Third loading into tubes.”

On the main viewscreen, a number of massive explosions in the Eternal formation marked dying ships. Just a few more seconds, thought Jeremy, and then we can pull back. He needed to force the Eternals to stop their attack and to do that he had to show them he could hurt their fleet.

In space, several ion beams froze the energy screen of an Eternal battlecruiser. Moments later a dark matter missile struck the shield causing a massive failure in one section. A second missile flashed through and slammed into the stern of the ship directly above Engineering. The entire rear half of the ship was instantly turned into twisted wreckage. Another missile arrived striking the bow of the battlecruiser finishing the destruction.

The Eternals were firing back. The attack of the defense globes was rapidly dying out as the globes either completed their suicide runs or were destroyed by Eternal weapons fire. The heavy dreadnought Princeton came under fire from a number of Eternal battlecruisers. Energy beams pummeled the energy shields, battering them down. Two beams penetrated, striking the hull and cutting deep inside the ship and setting off secondary explosions. Alarms began blaring as emergency bulkheads slammed shut sealing off the damaged areas of the ship. Repair robots rushed to contain the damage only for another beam to pierce the ship, destroying Engineering. The ship began to lose power and then an antimatter missile detonated inside one of the ruptures in the hull. Instantly the ship was turned into a small nova killing the crew and erasing it from existence.

First Leader Clondax watched in growing anger as Eternal ships died under the intense weapons fire from the exploding drones and the attacking Originator warships.

“We’ve lost fourteen hundred and seventy ships,” reported Fleet Commander Tarsal as he directed the battle over his ship-to-ship comm. “That second wave of drones had better shields, a more powerful gravity drive, and were all armed with a dark matter warhead. They used the first line of drones as a decoy to allow the second group to get close enough to reach our formation.”

Clondax shifted his gaze toward Tarsal. “What type of damage are we causing to their fleet?”

“Our superior numbers and weapons are beginning to make a difference. All the drones have been destroyed and we are now focusing the fleet’s weapons on the approaching Originator ships.”

The Conqueror suddenly shook violently with the lights dimming and then coming back to full brightness.

“That was a dark matter hit to our energy screen,” reported Garald. “Fortunately we haven’t been hit with an ion beam so our screen is still at full strength.”

“Enemy fleet is withdrawing,” said Tarsal as the Originator ships began to pull back. “We took out one hundred and eighteen.”

First Leader Clondax was fuming. The enemy had tricked him with their exploding hyperspace stations and now they had used a new type of drone to destroy a large number of his ships. There could be no doubt the Originator AIs and their proxy race had won this round.

“Do not pursue,” Clondax ordered. “Have our crews begin ship repairs to all vessels.” He knew a large number of Eternal vessels had suffered major damage. From looking at the tactical display, he knew there were still large numbers of drones available to the enemy. The large ring structure had over one hundred thousand and the space station another seven thousand. Perhaps now was the time to contact the Originator AIs and their proxy race. The enemy had learned they could damage his fleet but he still vastly outnumbered them. They must know that if he wished, he could crush them.

“Marloo, contact the Originator AIs and inform them I wish to talk.” Perhaps by speaking to the AIs he could learn some valuable information such as who and where this mysterious proxy race had come from.

Jeremy pulled his fleet back and joined up with Admiral Pence at the space station. Several of his dreadnoughts quickly docked to the station for some much needed repairs.

“We lost over one hundred ships in the space of twenty seconds,” reported Commander Malen, her face slightly pale. “The firepower coming from that fleet was overwhelming.”

“But we destroyed over fourteen hundred of their ships,” pointed out Kevin. “It was a definite victory.”

“True,” Kyla said. “But look at what it cost us: all of our defense globes plus the new ones. We can’t do that again.”

Kevin nodded; he knew she was right. They had landed a Sunday punch but it had been a weak one considering all they had lost.

“We lost six of the cargo ships before they could withdraw to safety,” added Aaliss. “The remaining ones are currently going into low orbit above the stasis facility.”

“Admiral, the Eternals are wanting to talk,” reported Lieutenant Lantz with a stunned look on her face.

Jeremy leaned back, looking thoughtful. He needed to find a way to delay the Eternals from attacking. He could think of only one possibility. “Inform the Eternals we will be sending out a ship to commence negotiations.”

Kevin looked confused. “I don’t know if we should do this, Jeremy. If they recognize we’re the flagship for the fleet they might use this as an opportunity to destroy the Avenger.”

Jeremy grinned. “I’m not sending the Avenger; I’m sending the Dominator. It’s time the Eternals realize the Originators survived and that it’s them who are fighting this war. Perhaps that fact will unnerve the Eternals enough to delay this battle.”

“It might work,” said Aaliss as she ran a simulation in the ship’s main computer. “It will cast a major unknown component into this battle which may cause the Eternals to rethink this entire war. The Originators defeated them once before and imprisoned them behind a hyperspace interference field. They might not want to take that risk again.”

Jeremy nodded. He knew this was a long shot but the Dominator was the only ship he had which could survive long enough against the Eternal fleet to escape if it came under fire.

First Leader Clondax watched the Conqueror’s main viewscreen as a massive ship left the vicinity of the planet. “How large is that vessel?”

“Five thousand meters,” reported Garald. “Its power readings are nearly off the scale!”

Fleet Commander Tarsal studied the ship for a long moment. “I’m ordering all the fleet’s weapons focused on that vessel. From our scans it’s the largest ship the Originator AIs have. If we destroy it we could significantly weaken their fleet.”

“Establish communications with the vessel,” ordered Clondax. “It is time for the Originator AIs to meet their future rulers.” There was no doubt in his mind when the AIs realized who they were talking to they would cower before the Eternals.

“I have an incoming video feed,” reported Marloo from the communications console.

“Put it up on the main screen,” ordered Clondax.

He stood up and approached the screen expecting to see an Originator AI or even a member of their proxy race appear. The screen cleared and a tall man in a red commander’s uniform appeared. Clondax froze, his eyes gazing at the apparition in disbelief. Then the apparition spoke.

“I am Commander Zafron of the Originator warship Dominator. You are trespassing in Originator space. I demand your immediate withdrawal or you and your fleet will be destroyed.”

“You can’t exist,” stammered Clondax, feeling at a loss for words. There was no doubt the being in front of him was a real live Originator.

“I am here, and I am in charge of the fleets in this system. I ask you again to withdraw or be destroyed. Your people should have stayed inside the galaxy we put you in.”

“Destroy that ship!” ordered Clondax with a cold chill spreading over him. Was it possible they had been fighting Originators all along and not this proxy race? Their entire war plan against the Shrieels was based on there being no living Originators but here he was speaking to one.

“I warned you,” Commander Zafron said evenly. “Now you will know the wrath of the Originators.”

Kazak had been monitoring the power readings on the Eternal vessels. He had the ship’s energy screens set to maximum and was prepared to strike the Eternal warships at the first sign of treachery. He detected the sudden increase in energy readings from the closest Eternal vessels. As soon as the first Eternal energy beam struck the Dominator’s hull all of the hatches to the blue energy spheres slid open. Kazak launched one hundred and twenty of them and then turned the Dominator around to escape the massive weapons fire now striking its energy screen. The outer screen failed and the second was in danger of failing as the ship passed out of weapons range.

However, the Dominator had left a surprise behind as the one hundred and twenty blue energy spheres hurtled toward Eternal vessels. The spheres struck energy shields rapidly draining them of power and then reached the ship hulls, latching onto them and spreading out. Instantly the bonds that held the atoms of the ships’ hulls together began to fail.

What are those?” demanded Clondax, his eyes showing shock at this new weapon. On one of the viewscreens, he watched as a blue globe turned one of his powerful battlecruisers into drifting space dust. He had never seen or heard of a weapon that could do this.

“Unknown,” replied Garald. “The sensor readings make no sense.”

“Whatever they are our energy screens are ineffective against them,” said Fleet Commander Tarsal. “Our ships are reporting massive power losses and they are literally dissolving.”

First Leader Clondax watched with growing apprehension as one hundred and twenty of his battlecruisers were turned into dark patches of space dust. “Pull the fleet back. It is now apparent some Originators have survived. That changes everything. We must take time to reevaluate the situation.”

Clondax was confused as to how there could be any Originators alive but he strongly suspected if there were one there had to be others. It was also obvious the Originator he had spoken to was a military commander and a very good one. He must send word back to the council and perhaps call in more ships. If that single ship could destroy so many Eternal vessels by itself what could a fleet of such vessels do? In the last hour First Leader Clondax had experienced emotions he had long thought dead within him. The presence of Originators had just changed this entire war.

Jeremy watched as the Eternals pulled back.

“Enemy have moved out to four million kilometers and are holding there,” reported Kevin with relief in his voice. “Commander Zafron must have scared the hell out of them.”

“He destroyed one hundred and twenty of their ships almost effortlessly,” said Aaliss, sounding impressed. “It must have been a shock for the Eternals to discover the Originators are still alive and how easily they can destroy Eternal warships. This may cause a very long delay in this battle.”

“That’s what we want,” Jeremy replied.

It had been a risk to send Commander Zafron out in this manner but it had worked. Now they would have to see how big a respite this gave them. In a few more weeks Admiral Jackson would be arriving with the special transport ships. At that time this battle would begin in earnest as it might dawn on the Eternals what the Originator fleets were doing here and who they were evacuating from the planet.

“Take us to Condition Two,” ordered Jeremy. “I don’t think the Eternals will be attacking anytime soon.” He had succeeded in delaying the battle; now it was a question as to how much time he had bought.

Chapter Seventeen

First Leader Clondax found himself in a quandary. He had sent a message to the Council of Eternals informing them of the current situation. For over a week his fleet had held its position four million kilometers from the planet. His message of encountering an Originator had thrown the council into a state of confusion. Several councilors wanted to pull the fleet out of Originator space rather than risk a conflict with the ancient race. Others wanted Clondax to order Fleet Commander Tarsal to attack immediately before any reinforcements could arrive. Gaining control of the Shrieels was essential to their future war plans. With the Shrieels under their control, the invasion of other galaxies could be greatly speeded up.

“They have done nothing since our first battle,” commented Tarsal as he gazed at a tactical display showing the disposition of the Originator vessels. “We have the ships to destroy them. Our scans have indicated nothing to fear other than Commander Zafron’s ship and some unusually high energy readings from the space station. No additional reinforcements have arrived which seems to indicate they have none to send or the distance to this star cluster is too great.”

Clondax agreed with Tarsal’s assessment. He had requested fifty thousand more ships to assist in conquering the system. Unfortunately, due to the distance involved, it would be two more weeks yet before they could arrive. During that time there was a very good possibility of more ships arriving to help the Originators. He was certain reinforcements could be sent from some of the Shrieels in the nearby galaxies. The fact none had arrived mystified him.

“We must attack,” he said finally. “Are you prepared to initiate your battle plan?”

“Yes, our primary target must be the space station orbiting the planet. Once it has been destroyed the defenses should collapse. We will save the large ring structure for last.”

Clondax stood up and walked to the front of the Command Center and gazed at one of the viewscreens showing the planet. “What is so important about this system they are willing to risk so much? There must be something on the planet we are overlooking.”

“The planet is of secondary importance at the moment,” replied Fleet Commander Tarsal. “Once we have destroyed the Originator fleets we will have plenty of time to search the planet and the rest of the system.”

“You are correct,” replied Clondax. “How soon can you launch the attack?”

“One hour,” answered Tarsal. “We’ve repaired most of the damage from our previous encounter and all ships are ready for battle.”

“One hour then,” Clondax replied. “We are the Eternals and our bodies are superior to the Originators. Let us take this system to demonstrate that superiority.”

Jeremy was growing tired of the constant vigilance. He had kept part of the fleet at Condition One for the past week and the rest of the fleet at Condition Three. Both required the majority of the command crew to be in the Command Center at all times. After speaking to some of the commanders of the heavy dreadnoughts, he realized the command crews were simply too small. It was another reason they must contact the Federation and ask for assistance.

“Admiral, the Eternal vessels are beginning to move,” reported Aaliss. Aaliss and Ariel had not left their positions in the Command Center since the end of the last battle. Neither needed to sleep nor had to worry about growing tired.

“Sound the Condition One alarms,” ordered Jeremy. His eyes shifted to the tactical display. Already some of the Eternal vessels were vanishing into hyperspace. “All ships are to prepare for imminent combat.”

“Spatial vortexes opening at one hundred thousand kilometers,” reported Kevin. “They’re beginning to come through.”

“The entire fleet is going to Condition One,” confirmed Ariel.

Commander Malen came through the hatch fastening the buttons on her uniform. Her hair was still wet.

“Sorry Admiral, but I was taking a quick shower.”

Jeremy grinned. “They’re not here yet but it looks like they got tired of waiting.”

Kyla went to her console and began reviewing the data on her screens. “The Eternals are beginning to move toward the planet. Their current course is directly for the space station.”

Jeremy let out a deep sigh. The space station was their biggest asset. It made sense for the Eternals to destroy it. “Inform Commander Belson they’re coming and to prepare to initiate plan Armageddon.” Armageddon assumed the Eternals would continue to press their attack regardless of the losses they suffered.

“Contact Rear Admiral Mann and tell her to stand by, we’re going to need some of her ships.” Jeremy and Rear Admiral Mann had modified the plans for defending the Accelerator Ring. All of the one hundred thousand defense globes would remain as well as two hundred dreadnoughts and two thousand originator battlecruisers. The rest of her fleet would be moving to defend the space station. Jeremy strongly suspected the Eternals would be more interested in capturing the Accelerator Ring rather than destroying it. He was tempted to take Mann’s defense globes, but he was afraid if he did it would leave the Accelerator Ring open to attack.

Jeremy’s best option was to try to keep the space station operational for as long as possible. Its blue energy sphere launchers were their most powerful weapon and were deadly to Eternal vessels. They had to remain functional for as long as possible. If he could defend the station and keep it operational, the Eternal fleet would have no choice but to withdraw or face annihilation.

“Form the fleet up into defensive pattern G-009.” This would put the ships into a loose globular formation around the station. The station would still be able to fire and so would all the warships. It would also allow the fleets to give some protection to the station. Jeremy knew if the Eternals persisted in this attack, he was going to lose a lot of ships. However, he had no choice but to protect the station for as long as possible.

“The Eternal fleet will be in weapons range of the station in six minutes,” reported Kevin, his eyes focused on the sensor screens on his console. “All fleet units are assuming their position in the defensive formation.”

Jeremy glanced over at Kevin and nodded. They both knew there was no way to predict the outcome of this battle.

“Weapons are ready to fire,” reported Major Preston. “All missile tubes are loaded with dark matter missiles.”

Looking at the tactical screen, Jeremy felt a cold chill run across his back. A solid wall of red was approaching his fleets and the station. The Eternal ships were packed so close together it was impossible to discern the individual red threat icons.

“There are so many of them,” said Kevin, his eyes meeting Jeremy’s.

“Commander Jontel on the space station will open fire with his blue energy spheres as soon as the Eternals are in range,” reported Aaliss. “The station’s other weapons will be used to take out damaged Eternal vessels.” Aaliss was in contact with the Originator AIs in the Command Center on the station.

Jeremy leaned back in his command chair as a feeling of calmness swept over him. This might very well be his final battle; he just hoped Kelsey someday found out what happened here.

First Leader Clondax watched the tactical displays seeing the Originators were pulling their ships in close around the space station.

“We will crush these ships and the station,” said Fleet Commander Tarsal confidently. “Once that has been done the rest of their ships will fall easily to our fleet.”

Clondax nodded. “We are the Eternals. Long ago we chose this path to become superior. We gave up much to become greater. We have significantly expanded lifespans, superior strength, and superior intelligence. It is time we demonstrated that to our wayward brothers, the Originators. We will crush their fleets, take over this star system, and discover what is so important about this planet. We will then travel to the nearest Shrieel and demand their total capitulation.”

“We are the Eternals,” replied Fleet Commander Tarsal.

“Weapons range,” said Garald, the ship’s sensor officer.

“Fire weapons!” ordered Tarsal.

“Weapons firing.” Lomart pressed several icons on his console firing the Conqueror’s weapons. Energy beams reached out to strike an Originator battlecruiser’s energy screen. At the same time antimatter missiles began impacting the battlecruiser’s screen as well. The screen flared up brightly and then the first energy beam penetrated. Moments later the battlecruiser exploded as several antimatter missiles struck the hull. The Conqueror had its first kill for the day.

On the space station, Jontel observed the Eternals opening fire on the fleet. Several million years in the past Jontel had helped to design this station and its weapons. He was about to find out how good of a job he had done.

“Open hatches on the blue energy sphere tubes,” he ordered. There were ten other Originators still on the station. Six in the Command Center and the rest in Engineering.

“Hatches open,” reported Anton. Anton had been assigned to the station by Commander Belson.

“Fire!” ordered Jontel, leaning forward in his command chair anxious to see the effect of the spheres on the Eternal vessels.

From the station, 310 blue energy spheres flew out of their launching tubes, vanishing briefly into hyperspace to reappear just meters from the energy shields of their targets. The spheres struck and began absorbing the energy from the shields. As soon as the first wave of spheres struck the next wave of spheres launched.

Particle beam and gravitonic cannon fire from several heavy dreadnoughts penetrated a weakened Eternal battlecruiser’s energy shield wreaking havoc on the armored hull. The beams played across the hull opening up numerous compartments to space. A dark matter missile appeared and exploded in the damaged area. The energy swept through the ship turning its components into glowing plasma. When the explosion faded away there were only a few dimly glowing clouds of gas to show a ship had ever been there.

All across the front of the Eternal formation dark matter explosions and energy weapons were striking ship screens. The blue energy spheres from the station were reducing massive Eternal battlecruisers to space dust as their component atoms lost their ability to bond together.

Across the Eternal battle formation hundreds of Eternal ships were dying. However, it was a fleet of over 110,000 ships and it was going to take a lot of dying ships to seriously affect it.

Eternal energy beams were striking defending ships. The beams were the Eternals’ most powerful weapon. The triplex screens gave the Originator ships some protection but after multiple hits even the new screens began to fail. Originator battlecruisers and occasionally a dreadnought were being blown apart by the powerful attack of the Eternals.

The Originator fleet was losing numerous battlecruisers though the heavy dreadnoughts were preventing the Eternals from firing upon the space station. The space station was launching blue energy spheres as rapidly as possible. The spheres would vanish briefly into hyperspace before striking their target. Every Eternal vessel they hit died within minutes as it was converted into space dust. The battle was growing in intensity as the Eternal fleet pushed ever closer to the space station.

Clondax gazed fixedly at the ship’s main viewscreens. It was difficult to see the ships in either fleet because of the destruction both fleets were taking from each other. Space flared brightly from the detonation of antimatter and dark matter missiles.

“The space station has the blue energy spheres,” reported Fleet Commander Tarsal, with a trace of concern in his voice. “We’re having difficulty targeting it because of all the defensive fire from the station and the defending ships.”

“Push forward; our superior numbers will eventually overwhelm them,” ordered Clondax, his cold eyes focusing on the fleet commander. “I want that station and those defending ships destroyed.”

This situation was angering him more by the minute. In all the years since the Eternals had broken free from their galaxy, they had never encountered an opponent who could stand up to their ships, let alone destroy one. Galaxy after galaxy had fallen to their warfleets as they swept across this section of the universe. Now to learn Originators still existed had been a shock. It was essential, if he wanted to retain his position as First Leader of the Council of Eternals, that he smash the opposition in this system and take possession of it.

“Fleet is advancing,” reported Fleet Admiral Tarsal. “We should be able to hit the station with our weapons shortly.”

Jeremy watched in anguish as countless ships around the Avenger died. On the viewscreens, he could see Originator battlecruisers and dreadnoughts being torn apart by heavy weapons fire from the Eternals. He didn’t want to think about the people who were dying on some of those warships.

“We’re losing ships so fast I can’t keep track of them,” reported Kevin, his face a ghastly white. “They’re beginning to push into our defensive formation.”

“Pull all ships back closer to the station,” ordered Jeremy grimly. “We must keep it operational at all costs.”

Jeremy took a deep breath. On one of the viewscreens, an Eternal warship had just lost its energy shield and several gravitonic beams were ripping the ship open. Beam after beam struck the vessel until a dark matter missile slammed into the hull turning the wreckage into a miniature nova.

The Avenger shuddered violently for a long moment and then the shaking died down.

“Four antimatter missiles hit our outer energy shield,” reported Ariel. “Outer shield strength is down to 28 percent. Secondary screen is down to 82 percent. Shields are regenerating.”

“We’ve destroyed 8,217 Eternal vessels,” Aaliss informed Jeremy. “Many of those have been destroyed by the blue energy spheres from the station. If the station can keep firing, we may have a chance.”

“Our own losses?” Jeremy was afraid to hear. He knew numerous vessels in his fleets had been lost. The battle had been too intense and now the Eternals were moving in for the kill.

“Six hundred and twelve heavy dreadnoughts and 3,014 battlecruisers,” answered Aaliss. “The number of our ships being destroyed is growing rapidly as the Eternals close with the station.”

Jeremy drew in a deep breath. “Order Commander Zafron to commit his fleet.” Zafron had the Dominator and two thousand updated Originator battlecruisers. That should buy the station more time.

“We’re being ordered in,” said Kazak, turning toward Commander Zafron.

“Then take us in,” Commander Zafron ordered. “Let’s see if we can take some of the pressure off the station. Hit the Eternals with every weapon we have.”

The Dominator charged forward escorted by its two thousand battlecruisers. As soon as it was in weapons range blue energy spheres began launching from its weapons tubes. From every ship under Commander Zafron’s command heavy weapons fire erupted, tearing into the Eternal fleet formation. For a moment the advance of that section of the fleet stalled as hundreds of vessels were blown apart or struck by the deadly blue energy spheres.

On board the space station, Jontel used Commander Zafron’s sudden attack to fire as many blue energy spheres as possible at the approaching Eternal vessels. Already they were beginning to hit the station’s energy shield with weapons fire. So far the shield was still holding. He had also noticed that it was taking longer than expected for the spheres to destroy an Eternal vessel. Doubtlessly this was due to the dense materials the Eternal vessels were constructed from. Even so, one sphere could still destroy its target; it just took a few minutes longer.

“I estimate twelve more minutes before the Eternals are able to bring sufficient weapons to bear to knock down our energy shield,” reported Anton. “Shortly after that the station will be destroyed. I would recommend all Originators begin making preparations for evacuation to the Distant Horizon.”

Jontel looked around the Command Center. There were enough AIs present who, along with Anton, were perfectly capable of finishing the station’s part of the battle. “Satold,” he said over the comm which connected him to Engineering. “It’s time to evacuate to the Distant Horizon. “I want the energy cannons set to 200 percent capacity.”

“That will burn them out in three firings,” warned Satold.

“True,” Jontel answered. “But in each one of those firings, it will either destroy or severely damage an Eternal battlecruiser.”

“I will make the adjustments. It will take a few minutes as I have to override several safety programs. We will see you on the exploration dreadnought.”

Jontel looked around the Command Center. “It’s time to go. Anton, you have served the Originators well. We will remember you.”

“It is what I was built for,” replied Anton evenly. “Now go before you run out of time. Already the Eternals are beginning to push back Commander Zafron’s fleet. Weapons fire is increasing against the station’s energy shield. It will begin to fail soon.”

Jontel nodded and then gestured for the rest of the Originators to follow him. There was an evacuation pod a short distance away from the Command Center. As they left Jontel looked around one last time. It had taken him years to design and build this station and now their greatest enemy was about to destroy it.

Jontel has evacuated the station,” Aaliss reported. “They used two evacuation pods and are on their way to the Distant Horizon. Rear Admiral Barns has sent ten battlecruisers to escort them to safety.”

Jeremy looked at one of the viewscreens, as the station began to fire its energy cannons at what appeared to be a much higher power setting. “What are those beams doing to the Eternal ships?” It appeared Jontel had done something to the weapons before departing the station.

“There cutting right through the Eternal shields,” Kevin reported as he studied his sensor readings. “I believe the energy cannons have been set on overload and will probably either melt or explode after a few firings.”

On a viewscreen, one of the beams speared an Eternal battlecruiser moving across its surface cutting deep into the hull before blinking out. A second beam struck the ship and after a few moments finished cutting the ship into two pieces. A pair of dark matter missiles arrived and the ship vanished in two glaring explosions.

As the firing of the beams continued small explosions became evident on the hull of the station as energy cannons blew apart because they were overloaded.

“I’m receiving a message from Anton,” Aaliss said. “He says the energy cannons are failing after two or three firings at the higher power setting. There is increased Eternal weapons fire impacting the energy shield and as soon as the last cannon dies he intends to shift all power to the station’s shield except what is being used for the blue energy spheres and to launch dark matter missiles.” The dark matter missiles the station was using had been furnished by Jeremy’s fleet. The station had originally been armed with antimatter missiles. “He believes that will give them an extra five minutes of weapons fire for the spheres. He recommends we begin withdrawing what remains of our fleet to the planet.”

“Do it,” ordered Jeremy, accepting the station was lost. “All ships are to fall back to the planet and Rear Admiral Barnes’s fleet.” It was difficult to accept he could not save the station. It had been their best hope for turning back the Eternals. Every blue energy sphere the station launched was one less Eternal vessel he would have to face later.

“A lot of ships aren’t going to be able to withdraw due to heavy damage,” reported Commander Malen grimly.

“I know,” replied Jeremy, feeling pain at having to leave them behind. But if they stayed he could lose his entire fleet.

“Orders have been sent,” said Ariel. “Fleet is starting to disengage.”

Jeremy leaned back in his command chair. He could feel his heart pounding and there was sweat on his brow. He looked over at Kevin.

“We have to pull back,” Kevin said. “There is no other choice.”

Jeremy closed his eyes and then opened them. He knew this battle was far from over.

First Leader Clondax watched as his fleet closed on the space station. It was still firing those blue energy spheres, which were wiping out hundreds of Eternal battlecruisers. Throughout the forward section of the fleet, fields of dark space dust indicated where the spheres had destroyed thousands of Eternal ships.

“Their energy beams have stopped firing,” Garald reported. “Sensors indicate they overloaded the cannons burning them out as they fired energy beams far more powerful than they were designed to handle.”

“But those beams destroyed several hundred ships,” said Tarsal, his voice cloaked in anger. “I want every weapon we have focused on that station. We must destroy it!”

“Originator fleet is pulling back to the planet,” added Garald. “They’re abandoning the defense of the station.”

Clondax shifted his eyes to the tactical display. Hundreds of red threat icons were breaking off and pulling back. With satisfaction he noted there were a lot fewer than there had been earlier. Once the station was destroyed they would move on the planet, destroying all ships in orbit. Then they would assault the ships around the large ring structure. Clondax was determined to capture it intact. It had technology which would be useful to the Eternals.

In space, intense weapons fire struck the energy shield of the station. The shield flared up brightly as it came under increasing stress. Even as the shield threatened to collapse into failure, the blue energy spheres continued leaving their tubes with uninterrupted regularity.

Anton felt the station shudder as the first Eternal energy beam penetrated the station’s energy shield. Over the next few seconds more beams struck the station. On the damage control console red lights flared up indicating growing damage. Anton knew the end was growing near.

As the damage continued to mount blue energy spheres launchers began to go offline. The shuddering of the station increased steadily as more Eternal energy beams raked the structure.

“Ninety-two percent of all launchers are down,” reported one of the AIs at the tactical console. “Eighty-seven percent of all dark matter missile tubes have been destroyed.”

Before Anton could reply, the station shook violently and the lights in the station dimmed and stayed dim.

“Main power is out; we’re on reserves,” the AI in front of life support and the engineering console reported. “Repairs are not possible.”

Anton nodded. It was time. “We have served the Originators well, and our sacrifice will allow a new Originator race to rise up and replace the old.” Anton reached forward and pressed two red icons on the console in front of him. The console had its own power source. Instantly a signal was sent out to the one hundred dark matter missiles Anton had ordered armed throughout the station. He had decided that ten were not enough to cause the damage he desired.

In a sudden series of massive blasts, the station blew apart. Much of it was simply vaporized from the intense heat of the dark matter explosions. However, forty-seven Eternal battlecruisers were too close and were obliterated by the force of the blasts. Thirty-two others were destroyed or heavily damaged by wreckage propelled by the explosions.

Moments later it was over. The massive space station was gone, the defending fleet had been driven back to the planet, and all damaged Originator ships which could not withdraw had been destroyed. It was a clear but costly victory for the Eternals.

“The space station has been destroyed and many of the Originator ships protecting it have been annihilated. The surviving Originator vessels have withdrawn to the planet,” reported Fleet Admiral Tarsal.

“We have demonstrated our superiority,” Clondax said. “Gather the fleet and begin repairs. I want to attack the ships around the planet as soon as possible.” Clondax intended to press his advantage.

The Originators who had fled the dying space station had made it to the Distant Horizon, and Kathryn had them escorted to their quarters and requested they remain there until the battle was over. However, Jontel had asked to be allowed to come to the Command Center and Kathryn had agreed to allow his presence.

“I am impressed with your ship,” Jontel said as he came to stand next to Kathryn. He gazed at a viewscreen, which showed the shattered ruins of the space station. “Anton performed his function as a military AI well. I will miss his presence.”

“Didn’t you download his memory engrams before the battle began?” asked Kathryn.

“Yes,” Jontel replied. “He will live as a new Originator AI but it won’t be him. That version died on the space station.”

“The Eternals are holding their current position,” Captain Reynolds reported.

Commander Grissim examined the tactical display near her. “They are doubtlessly repairing their ships. Once they’re finished they will attack.”

“I agree,” Clarissa said. “I am afraid if they attack with their full force we will not be able to hold the planet.”

“Our dark energy stations might deter them,” Jontel said. He looked at Clarissa. “You are the AI created by the Humans and given a body by our AIs. I must say, you are surprisingly advanced.”

“Clarissa is the equal of any of our own AIs,” Camlin responded. “She could also be classified as a military AI as that was her first responsibility when she was created.”

Jontel nodded, shifting his eyes to Kathryn. “I can see why Counselor Bartoll thinks so highly of your race.”

“How many Eternal ships did we destroy?” Kathryn knew they were still heavily outnumbered.

“Eighteen thousand six hundred and twelve,” Clarissa replied. “Eleven thousand of those were destroyed by the blue energy spheres from the station and the Dominator.”

“Our own losses?”

“We lost 3,487 battlecruisers and 1,011 heavy dreadnoughts.”

Kathryn winced at the numbers, that was over half of the ships Fleet Admiral Strong had taken into the battle. While the Eternals had lost more they still had over ninety thousand ships left. That was more than enough to take out the defenses and the ships around the planet. Kathryn was beginning to believe that if they remained they would all die here. She was afraid they were rapidly running out of options. She didn’t think Jeremy had any more tricks up his sleeves.

“Commander Belson’s ships are joining up with Commander Zafron as well as those of Admiral Pence,” reported Captain Travers. “We’re to maintain our position directly above the stasis facility. Fleet Admiral Strong is ordering us not to let anything through to the surface. He’s positioning his remaining ships between us and the Eternals.”

“Your people are either very brave or very foolish,” commented Jontel.

“They’re trying to save our race,” said Nomar Krill as he stepped into the Command Center. “Something we are no longer capable of doing.”

Jontel looked surprised and then nodded. “I am sorry. I did not mean to imply disrespect.”

“Eternals are moving,” reported Captain Reynolds.

“Dark energy beam stations will be activated as soon as the Eternals are in range,” added Camlin. She had been informed of this by Aaliss who was on the Avenger.

Kathryn nodded. “Prepare for battle.” She didn’t mention that they needed a miracle if they wanted to survive.

As the Eternal fleet neared the planet and came into weapons range 114 dark energy beam stations suddenly activated and began firing on the Eternal fleet. Many of the stations had used their small gravity drives to move to the side of the planet where the stasis facility was as well as the Eternal fleet. From each station dark energy beams fired, striking Eternal ships. The beams had three times the range of a regular energy beam. Across the advancing formation, ships simply exploded as the beams pierced their screens and struck the battle armor of the hull.

“What are those?” demanded First Leader Clondax as hundreds of his ships blew apart. It seemed in every battle, there was a new threat to his fleet.

“The sensors indicate it is a dark energy beam,” replied Garald.

“Impossible,” responded Fleet Commander Tarsal, glaring at Garald. “It is impossible to harness dark energy in a beam. Our own scientists have tried it and have failed in every attempt.”

On the viewscreens, more ships were dying. “Well, it seems the Originators have harnessed it,” replied Clondax sarcastically. “I would suggest you attack those stations before we lose our entire fleet.”

Fleet Commander Tarsal looked as if he were going to reply but then changed his mind and started issuing commands.

Instantly the fleet surged forward, breaking into twenty segments with each one targeting a different group of dark energy beam stations. There were twenty Originator battlecruisers defending each of the stations and those were quickly swept away by the ninety thousand Eternal warships. Explosions covered the shields of the stations as more Eternal vessels brought their weapons to bear. Antimatter missiles and energy beams covered the shields trying to bring them down.

The stations’ fire was unrelenting. One thousand, two thousand, then five thousand Eternal vessels were annihilated. Then the first dark energy beam station blew apart as its shield was overwhelmed and collapsed.

For twelve minutes the deadly exchange continued as the Eternals closed to pointblank range. They were simply overwhelming the defenses of the stations in an attempt to bring as many weapons to bear as quickly as possible.

More stations died as the Eternals continued their deadly attack. Twelve minutes after the first dark energy beam struck an Eternal vessel the last station was blown apart.

“What did we lose?” demanded Clondax. He was growing tired of these constant surprises. He had already suffered far greater ship losses than originally projected.

“We lost 12,237 ships,” Garald reported from his sensor console. “It only took one of those beams to destroy one of our battlecruisers. I’ve never seen anything remotely like them.”

Clondax shifted his dark eyes to the tactical display. Surely all the Originators had left were their fleets. He had them vastly outnumbered even after the losses his fleet had just suffered. It was time to end this. “Attack those three fleets,” he ordered. “I want every ship destroyed. Once that’s been completed I want a thorough scan of the planet. There has to be something very valuable they’re protecting and I want to know what it is.”

“Eternal fleet is approaching,” reported Kevin, trying to sound calm.

Jeremy let out a deep sigh. He had hoped the dark energy stations would destroy more of the Eternal vessels. The dark energy beams were all he had been led to believe, the stations just hadn’t been powerful enough and he didn’t have the ships to protect them. There were four stations left and they were in orbit directly beneath Rear Admiral Barnes’s fleet. All four were still under stealth and had not been detected by the Eternals.

He glanced at the tactical display. Commander Zafron’s fleet was near Jeremy’s and they would fight this final engagement together.

“Eternal fleet is in weapons range,” Ariel said as she looked over at Jeremy. “We can’t win.” There was deep concern in Ariel’s voice.

“We have to try,” Jeremy responded.

“You have already sent over eight hundred thousand Originators back to the hub,” said Aaliss, stepping closer to Jeremy. “No one would blame you if you left the system. We do not want you to sacrifice your ships needlessly.”

“I would blame myself,” Jeremy replied. “I came here to save all twelve million Originators, and I’m going to do everything I can to make that happen.”

Kevin didn’t say anything. He was coming to believe he would never see Katie again. He looked back at his sensor screen and the massive Eternal fleet bearing down on them.

“Weapons range!” he called out, bracing himself for what he knew was about to happen.

Intense weapons fire broke out between the opposing fleets. Eternal battlecruisers died under the heavy fire of gravitonic cannons, energy beams, particle beams, and the explosions of dark matter missiles. Eternal screens were being knocked down as beam weapons and dark matter missiles struck the shields. Once that occurred further weapons fire would destroy the ship.

In the two defending Originator fleets battlecruisers were being torn apart by heavy energy beam fire and the explosions of antimatter warheads.

The Eternals had the numbers and superior firepower. They pressed their attack and Originator ships began to die in ever higher numbers.

On the Avenger, the ship was under heavy weapons fire. All around her heavy dreadnoughts were dying as they were blown apart by Eternal weapons. The ship shook violently as several energy beams penetrated through all three shields, striking the hull and cutting deeply into the vessel.

In the Command Center, the lights dimmed and several consoles exploded. Jeremy felt Ariel suddenly grab him, breaking his safety harness, as she threw him across the Command Center. Feeling shaken Jeremy stood up and looked at his command chair. Ariel was lying across it with a large metal support beam having crushed her AI body. Jeremy hurried over, calling out to her but she did not move or respond.

“Jeremy,” a weak voice called to him. He recognized the voice as belonging to Kevin. He was lying next to his sensor console with a piece of metal sticking out of his chest. “I don’t think I’m going to make it back. You have to get back and tell Katie how I died.”

Jeremy stood looking in shock. Most of the crew were slumped over their consoles or lying on the floor comatose. Even Aaliss seemed to be nonfunctional. He hurried over to Kevin grabbing a first aid kit. It can’t end this way, he thought as he reached his best friend.

“You’re not going to die!” Jeremy said as he began trying to stop the bleeding. “You’re not going to leave me to face our wives alone.”

Kevin forced a grin and coughed, spitting up blood. “Katie will be very upset if I don’t come back.”

“You’re coming back,” insisted Jeremy. He was trying but he just couldn’t stop the bleeding.

On the heavy dreadnought Lancelot, Admiral Pence fought to keep his ship and fleet alive. Heavy smoke was prevalent in the Command Center and the ship’s outer energy screen was down. Several Eternal energy beams had already struck the ship opening up numerous compartments to space. Repair robots were trying to repair what they could and emergency bulkheads were closed across the ship.

“We can’t save her,” the executive officer said, shaking her head. She was holding her left arm which was bent at a wicked angle. “The other two screens are failing.”

Admiral Pence nodded. He would have liked to have been able to return to New Tellus one last time. He knew that dream would never happen. He looked at the main viewscreen, seeing his fleet dying around him.

In a sudden flash of light, the Command Center vanished as the Lancelot blew apart.

Commander Zafron studied the tactical displays as the ships around him continued to be destroyed.

“We just lost the Lancelot and Admiral Pence,” Kazak said as he fired ten blue energy spheres at a group of Eternal battlecruisers. We’ve also lost contact with the Avenger.”

Commander Zafron nodded. “Order all ships to fall back to Rear Admiral Barns. We will fight our final battle there.”

Kathryn groaned as she saw the green icon representing the Lancelot vanish from the tactical display. With relief she saw the Avenger falling back but they still had not been able to contact it; even Camlin had been unable to reach any of the Originator AIs on the ship.

“Pull us back to the four dark energy beam stations,” Kathryn ordered. “We will make our final stand there.” There was still a slim hope that with the Dominator and the four stations the Eternals just might break off their attack.

“Ships are falling back and the Eternals are in pursuit,” reported Clarissa. “I still cannot contact the Avenger or Ariel.” Clarissa had a look of near panic on her face.

This greatly concerned Kathryn.

“Your people fight as well or better than any Originators,” said Jontel.

Kathryn nodded. Looking at the tactical display, she knew they would give a good accounting of themselves but it wasn’t going to be enough. She wished she could contact Fleet Admiral Strong but there must be something seriously wrong with the Avenger for there still to be no communication.

“Captain Travers, contact Rear Admiral Mann. Inform her that I’m going to pull the Eternals down closer to the planet. When it’s time, I will contact her. She’s to send all of her defensive globes into the rear of the Eternal formation as well as her fleet. The four construction ships are to destroy the Accelerator Ring as soon as her fleet abandons it.” This would be a last gasp effort. If she could damage the remaining Eternal fleet enough, just maybe they would withdraw.

The battle intensified again and ships on both sides began to die. The four dark energy beam stations dropped their stealth fields and began firing on the Eternals. From the Dominator blue energy spheres were being launched as rapidly as possible as Kazak annihilated those Eternal ships endangering the five-thousand-meter ship.

The surviving Originator ships were determined to hold their positions protecting the Dominator and the four dark energy beam stations. There was no way to win this battle without them.

The Eternals pushed forward and suddenly one of the dark energy stations blew apart as it was pummeled by hundreds of Eternal energy beams and antimatter missiles. Less than twenty seconds later a second one died.

Kathryn grimaced as two of her exploration dreadnoughts were blown apart leaving fiery debris behind. The Distant Horizon shuddered violently and then it stopped.

“We took an energy beam strike just aft of Engineering,” Commander Grissim reported. “Our outer energy shield is down to 40 percent.”

“You tried,” Nomar Krill said. “We can ask no more of you. Take your surviving ships and leave. We can order the four construction ships to set the Accelerator Ring’s power centers to overload, destroying it. You serve no purpose staying here and sacrificing yourself.”

Kathryn shook her head. It was time to contact Rear Admiral Mann and launch their final effort to push back the Eternal fleet.

“Admiral, look at the main viewscreen!” called out Clarissa. She had an excited look on her face.

Kathryn looked at the viewscreen showing the Accelerator Ring. It had activated and a spatial vortex was beginning to form. As soon as it stabilized Originator battlecruisers began to emerge. Not hundreds but thousands! In their midst were four hundred heavy dreadnoughts and what appeared to be one hundred of the large Originator cargo ships. From the cargo ships thousands of the new updated defense globes began to launch. They quickly formed up and hurled themselves at the Eternal fleet, followed closely by the Originator warships which had just exited the ring.

“Where did they come from?” asked Kathryn, stunned by what she was seeing on the viewscreens and tactical displays. That fleet couldn’t be here! It was impossible!

“It is Admiral Jackson,” confirmed Commander Grissim. “I see his flagship, the Dauntless.”

“He has forty-six thousand Originator battlecruisers and four hundred heavy dreadnoughts with him,” reported Clarissa jubilantly.

“How many of the new defense globes?”

“Two hundred thousand,” replied Clarissa. “They’re already on a course to engage the Eternals.”

“Eternal fleet is breaking off,” added Captain Reynolds excitedly from his sensor console. “I’m detecting vortexes forming in front of the Eternal ships. They’re leaving!”

The Command Center erupted in cheers as a massive feeling of relief spread through the command crew. They knew they had just escaped death.

Kathryn leaned back in her command chair still not ready to believe what was happening. The needed miracle had occurred, she just had no idea how Admiral Jackson had managed to pull it off. There was just no way he could be here with that fleet.

“Get some shuttles over to the Avenger,” she ordered, realizing there was work that still needed to be done. “Send plenty of medical personnel.”

“We did it,” Camlin said, her face looking ecstatic. “The Eternals are withdrawing and now we can save all of the Originators.”

“Yes, we did it, but the cost was heavy,” replied Kathryn. On the main viewscreen, the Avenger appeared. The ship was still under power and moving so someone must be alive on board. The fleet flagship had been brutalized. There were huge holes in its side easily hundreds of meters across. The ship was lucky to have survived. All across this area of space was the wreckage from thousands of destroyed vessels. Kathryn hoped she was never in a battle like this one again.

First Leader Clondax was in shock. Somehow or another the Originators had managed to put together a massive fleet to send to protect whatever was so important in that system. It had been tempting to stay and fight but the ship’s computer had indicated a high probability of defeat. Rather than risk losing his entire fleet, he had ordered Fleet Commander Tarsal to withdraw.

He would return to Gardell and inform the council of all that had transpired. It was now evident there were still living Originators and they had made several major weapons advances. The conquering of Originator space was going to be much more difficult than expected. A completely new plan of battle would have to be made and ship construction increased. It would take a while before they were ready to return to engage the Originators, but there would come a time in the future when the Eternals would return. At that time the Eternals would take the Shrieels from the Originators and establish themselves once and for all as the most powerful race in the universe.

Chapter Eighteen

Jeremy was busy working on Kevin when the hatch to the Command Center slid open and Doctor Ruyl came rushing in with several med techs.

“Out of the way, Admiral,” he ordered as he bent down over Kevin and began examining him. The other med techs began fanning out across the Command Center checking the rest of the crew.

Doctor Ruyl opened up his med kit and gave Kevin an injection of organic medical nanites as well as a pain killer. “That should stabilize him until I can get him to the med bay. Rear Admiral Barnes is sending over some of her medical staff. We have a lot of wounded coming in from all over the ship.”

“How did you know to come to the Command Center?” Jeremy hadn’t called him, he had been too rushed to get to Kevin and stop the bleeding.

“I told him,” a familiar voice said behind Jeremy.

Turning slowly Jeremy saw Ariel standing there. He looked over at his command chair and her AI body was still pinned by the heavy beam. “I don’t understand.”

Ariel grinned. “My computer crystal is still here in the Command Center. I transferred by memory engrams to it as soon as I realized my AI body was not going to survive. I then activated one of my holograms and went to get Doctor Ruyl. I also maneuvered the Avenger out of harm’s way back to Rear Admiral Barnes’s fleet.”

Jeremy nodded. “Why haven’t the Eternals destroyed us and what about Aaliss?” At any moment he expected the Avenger to be blown apart.

“That’s the best part,” Ariel said, her smile growing wider. “Admiral Jackson came through the Accelerator Ring with a massive Originator fleet and several hundred thousand of the new defense globes. The Eternals withdrew and from the long-range sensor readings are on a course for their home galaxy. The battle is over and we won. As for Aaliss she suffered a massive electrical shock. Her AI body is rebooting and she should be functional in a few more minutes.”

Jeremy watched as several med techs loaded Kevin on a gurney and took him from the Command Center. He saw Aaliss lying to one side of the Command Center with a repair robot monitoring her.

“Kevin will be fine,” Doctor Ruyl said as he turned to follow the med techs. “He’s just going to need a few days to recover. That piece of metal penetrated one of his lungs but the organic nanites will have it repaired good as new by the time I revive him. They’ve already stopped the bleeding.”

A large number of repair robots entered and began working on the damage in the Command Center. One of the first things they did was remove the beam pinning Ariel’s AI body to the command chair. Then they took the body out through the still open hatch. It was strange to watch that with Ariel standing next to him.

“I was growing to like that body,” Ariel said wistfully as she watched several of the repair robots carry it out.

“I’m sure the Originator AIs can make you a new one,” said Jeremy. “Do we have communications?” The screens were out as well as the tactical display. He was blind and wanted to know what was going on.

“Yes,” answered Ariel. “I had to reroute some subsystems but we can contact Admiral Jackson. I assume that’s who you want to talk to. I’ll have most the viewscreens functioning in another minute or so. I do have the primary one working. I’ve already spoken to Clarissa; that’s how Doctor Ruyl knew about the medical personnel on the way.”

Jeremy nodded. “Yes, I want to know how Jackson got here a good two weeks early.” Jeremy knew the large cargo ships the hub was building for him couldn’t be ready. Jackson’s fleet couldn’t be either.

Moments later a grinning Admiral Jackson appeared on the main viewscreen. “Hello Fleet Admiral Strong; I hope everything is well on the Avenger. From here it looks as if your ship took a beating.”

“It did,” admitted Jeremy. “If not for your timely arrival by now the Eternals would have control of the system and we would all be dead. I have one question. Where the hell did you come from and how did you get all of those ships?”

Admiral Jackson took a deep breath. “From Ornellia. As soon as I arrived at the hub, I realized there was no way we were going to get the new fleet ready and to you in time. Admiral Kalen agreed so I took everything they had finished and went to Ornellia. I then requested Originator battlecruisers from every Shrieel, which could get them to me in time. It was only yesterday the cargo ships containing the new defense drones arrived through the Accelerator Ring. We already knew from communications with Rear Admiral Mann what was happening here. As soon as we realized the Eternals were making their final push we activated the ring over Ornellia and here we are.”

Jeremy leaned back in his command chair feeling lightheaded. It seemed as if his decision and Rear Admiral Barnes’ to help the Ornellians had just paid off. If not for them there would be no Accelerator Ring in that system. It was strange how things had worked out.

“Give Rear Admiral Mann ten thousand of your battlecruisers to protect the Accelerator Ring. I want the rest of your ships in orbit around this planet until the special transports I requested arrive.”

“They’ll be here in six more days,” Jackson said. “Councilor Bartoll has been pressing the shipyards building them to hurry. I think we’re going to have one very relieved Originator councilor when he hears the Eternals have left the system.”

Jeremy nodded. In a short while there would be twelve million Originators at the Communications and Transport Hub. He walked over to his command chair and sat down. It didn’t feel quite right and he realized the beam, which had crushed Ariel’s AI body, had damaged it. Looking around the Command Center he saw most of the smoke was clearing out. Part of the crew were back at their stations and several had been taken to the med bay.

“How badly is the Avenger damaged?” asked Jeremy, looking over at Ariel.

Ariel slowly shook her head. “We’re lucky to still be alive. I don’t believe the Avenger will be leaving this system.”

Jeremy let out a deep sigh. It looked as if when he returned to the hub he would need a new flagship. However, this time he was going to demand certain changes in the weapons for his new ship.

Rear Admiral Barnes was listening to the latest report on the condition of the fleets protecting the planet. It frightened her to realize how close the Eternals had come to winning. If Admiral Jackson had arrived twenty or thirty minutes later the only surviving ships he would have found would have been part of Rear Admiral Mann’s command and maybe the Dominator.

“Commander Zafron lost 714 of his 1,200 battlecruisers. Many of the survivors are heavily damaged,” reported Commander Grissim. “Only the Dominator escaped unscathed.”

“Commander Belson lost 207 of his 242 ships. Belson’s flagship was so heavily damaged in the final battle a tractor beam had to be used to drag the ship away from the planet before it crashed.”

Kathryn shook her head. So many people had been lost. “Go on.”

“All of Admiral Pence’s ships are gone as well as the Admiral. His fleet was too close to the Eternals.”

Kathryn was going to miss Admiral Pence. He had been a good admiral and well liked by his crews. “What about Fleet Admiral Strong and the Avenger?” Kathryn knew the Avenger had been heavily damaged.

“Fleet Admiral Strong lost 411 heavy dreadnoughts out of 620 and 1,400 battlecruisers out of 1,800,” replied Commander Grissim.

Kathryn drew in a sharp breath. Out of her own fleet she had lost four out of ten exploration dreadnoughts and 729 battlecruisers out of 1,640.

There had also been one dark energy beam station which survived.

Including Rear Admiral Mann’s fleet that meant only 4,400 ships out of the 15,000 which had started the battle survived.

“It was close,” Commander Grissim said, shaking her head. “There was a moment there when I didn’t think we were going to make it.”

“I think we all thought that,” replied Kathryn.

Clarissa stepped over closer to Rear Admiral Barnes. “I have communications with the Avenger and Ariel. Fleet Admiral Strong is okay though Ariel’s AI body was destroyed. She’s using holograms at the moment. I informed her we already have medical personnel on the way. The Avenger is heavily damaged and Ariel doesn’t believe it will be able to return to the hub. Fleet Admiral Strong will shortly be transferring his flag to the Dominator, and the Avenger will be scuttled.”

“That’s two flagships in a row Jeremy’s had shot out from beneath him,” Kathryn said with a deep frown. “He’s either going to need a bigger ship or stay at the hub where he will be safe.”

“I think he will be staying at the hub for a while,” said Clarissa with a knowing smile. “Don’t forget; Kelsey, Katie, and Angela are all pregnant. I believe he will be staying close to home for the birth of all four children.”

Kathryn hoped so. It would have been devastating to morale if Jeremy had been lost. There was so much that still needed to be done. They needed his leadership against the Eternals. One other thing Kathryn knew; when the Distant Horizon returned to the hub she would be requesting some serious R & R. She was going to spend some time with her father and then spend a few weeks at one of the new resorts.

Squaring her shoulders Kathryn looked over at Commander Grissim and Clarissa. “Let’s get this fleet reorganized. We have a lot of work to do.”

Jontel had been quietly observing Rear Admiral Barnes and her command crew. Camlin, Sible, and the other Originator AIs didn’t seem to hesitate following her orders. He thought back about the Originators’ distant past. There was a time when his people were very similar to these Humans. Young, vibrant, and full of life. It had been a time when the Originators had spread across their galaxy and then on to many others. They had sent out countless exploration missions to millions of worlds. As their life spans expanded and many of the frailties of life were eliminated that youthful exuberance had gradually disappeared. They had built the Shrieels and withdrew into them, leaving the galaxies to fend for themselves. The only time the Originators had left their sheltered Shrieels was for the war with the Anti-Life. Jontel was beginning to believe they had made a serious error in not being a guiding force in the galaxies they controlled.

After witnessing this battle and seeing how the Humans had been willing to sacrifice themselves to save his people, Jontel realized he would do whatever it took to support them. While his people were very skilled at research and the arts they were still a very old race. Perhaps they needed the younger blood of a race such as these Humans to work side by side with to take the Originators to even newer heights. He had a strong suspicion the blossoming friendship between the Originators and the Humans was in its infancy. When he returned to the Communications and Transport Hub, he intended to recommend the Originators join with the Humans as equals. While not all of their advanced technology could be shared with the Humans immediately over time it could be gradually introduced. Jontel was convinced the youthful vitality of the Humans was exactly what his race needed.

Three weeks later Jeremy stood in the Command Center of the Dominator. Ariel, Aaliss, Commander Malen, Kevin, and a few others from the Avenger’s command crew were present watching the massive viewscreen. In the center of the screen was the Avenger.

“We’re ready at your command,” said Commander Zafron.

Kazak looked over at Fleet Admiral Strong who slowly nodded his head. “Do it.”

From the Dominator a single blue energy sphere launched and struck the Avenger on the bow. The blue sphere flattened out and began to destroy the bonds of the atoms that held the warship together. In moments the bow vanished to be replaced by a dark dust. The ship continued to disintegrate until the only thing left was a drifting cloud of space dust.

“She was a good ship,” said Kevin, as he stared at the screen. He had gotten out of the med bay on the Distant Horizon the week before. His injuries had been more serious than just a pierced lung.

“There will be more Avengers in the future,” said Ariel. The console that protected her computer crystal had been moved to the Dominator.

“Yes, there will be,” said Jeremy. “However, I believe it’s time for us to go home. Councilor Bartoll is waiting for his twelve million Originators. Let’s not disappoint him.”

Commander Zafron nodded his agreement. “The fleet is ready and we will destroy all traces of our presence when we leave. “Admiral Mann is staying behind with the four Originator construction ships, which will be dismantling the Accelerator Ring. They will then proceed to Ornellia and use that ring to come to the Communications and Transport Hub.”

Jeremy looked at the massive viewscreen, which covered much of the wall in the Dominator’s Command Center. Thanks to the Eternals there was not going to be much to destroy. A Devastator Three missile would be set to detonate in the heart of the underground stasis facility. It would completely obliterate the facility leaving no traces of what had once been there.

A careful sweep had been made of the orbital space around the planet making sure no useful pieces of technology were being left behind. A blue energy sphere would also be used to destroy the lone remaining dark energy beam station.

Jeremy watched the viewscreen as the Accelerator Ring activated and a deep blue vortex formed. With a smile he said, “Let’s go home.” It was time to return to Kelsey and wait for his first child and heir to be born.

Epilogue

Councilor Bartoll, Councilor Trallis, and Councilor Castille stood in the Communications Center in the Tower. On the main screens, over two hundred large transport ships were exiting the Accelerator Ring. They were being escorted by thousands of Originator battlecruisers and a few hundred dreadnoughts as well as the Dominator. Those cargo ships contained the stasis chambers of the lost Originators. Already word had spread across the hub as to what the emerging fleet was bringing home.

“All twelve million of our people are safe,” said Bartoll with tremendous relief in his voice. “I never would have believed it was possible. Rear Admiral Strong and Commander Zafron have saved our race.”

“The Humans from their Federation are remarkable,” said Councilor Trallis. “I have spoken to Commander Belson and Jontel, and they both believe in these Humans. The same for Commander Zafron of the Dominator. I had hoped when we were awakened things would be like they once were. Now it seems the Anti-Life are not going to allow that to happen. I believe the future of our race is now linked to the Humans. Every one of our race who comes into contact with them seems to believe that.” He had used the intergalactic communications system in the Communications Center to speak to Commander Zafron, Commander Belson, and Jontel.

Bartoll shifted his eyes to Councilor Castille. “What do you think?”

Councilor Castille sighed deeply. “I despise war and violence, but the Anti-Life are the responsibility of our people. We must do whatever it takes to remove that threat from the universe. If that means working with these Humans then I will do so.”

Councilor Bartoll nodded. “I had already reached that same conclusion. Fleet Admiral Strong will be coming in soon on the Dominator. Once he arrives we will meet with him and decide what the future holds for our two races as well as the Altons and the Carethians.”

The other two councilors nodded. They all knew the Shrieels would never be the same, not with the presence of the Humans and now the growing threat of the Anti-Life. Changes would have to be made if they wanted to survive.

Later that day Jeremy was in his office in the Tower. He had business to finish and then he was taking off for two weeks to spend some much needed time with Kelsey. He shuddered realizing how close he had come to not coming home at all. When he had actually seen the damage the Avenger had suffered Jeremy had been stunned. The ship had come unbelievably close to being destroyed.

Jeremy was anxious to finish his work and go home to Kelsey. She was not going to be pleased when she found out what had transpired in the star cluster. He was already rehearsing what he was going to say. His thoughts were interrupted as his door opened and Ariel came in.

She paused and turned posing with her hands on her hips. “How do you like my new AI body?”

Jeremy grinned. Ariel was beautiful and if she were Human would be difficult to ignore. “Just great. Have you been by to see Kelsey yet?”

“Of course,” Ariel said, with a glint in her eyes. “Clarissa and I both have checked on Kelsey, Katie, and Angela. Kelsey and Katie are both thrilled you and Kevin are back though I suspect Katie’s going to be peeved when she finds out what happened to Kevin. Kelsey’s not going to be happy either when she finds out how close we all came to being killed.”

Ariel’s eyes suddenly widened. “Commander Belson and Jontel are coming to see you.”

“Why?” asked Jeremy. “He hadn’t spoken to either of them since the fleet had left the star cluster. He knew before they left they had spent a considerable amount of time sending messages to the Originator Councilors at the hub.

“Leeda has been speaking to them about the possibility of hidden stasis chambers on the Dyson Spheres. She thought they might know something.”

A few moments later the two Originators came into Jeremy’s office.

“We have been talking,” Commander Belson said as he stopped in front of Jeremy’s desk. “Leeda said you believe there might be some hidden stasis chambers on the Shrieels.”

“We think it’s a possibility,” Jeremy replied. “We know the Defenders of Zorn had at least one.”

“Before I left the dark matter Shrieel there was talk about establishing a few hidden stasis chambers on some of the other Shrieels. Whether that actually happened I don’t know. The situation in the Shrieels was getting chaotic, and there was growing fear a cure was never going to be found before the pathogen finished running its course killing everyone.”

Jontel laid a miniature computer drive on Jeremy’s desk. “I had a close friend who spoke of building a small stasis facility for his family and friends. This drive contains the coordinates on one of the Shrieels where he planned to build his facility. If he did and he survived he might know of others.”

Jeremy took the drive, looking at it. He would get it to Reesa and Leeda. He wanted the possible facility checked out as soon as possible. This could be their first real lead to finding more Originators on the Dyson Spheres. He would make sure Major Wilde went as well with an appropriate security detachment. After what had happened at the fake facility and the escape of Commander Alvord, he was not going to take any chances. “What do the two of you think is the possibility of other stasis chambers existing on the Shrieels?” Jeremy was curious to hear if these two thought there could be any hidden stasis facilities.

The two looked at each other and then Commander Belson spoke. “One hundred percent. I was surprised none have been activated until I spoke to Leeda. I greatly fear we have not heard the last from the Defenders of Zorn.”

It was later than Jeremy expected as he stepped into his home to be met by an aggravated Kelsey.

“Two weeks at least,” she said, her eyes drilling into Jeremy’s. “I want you for two solid weeks without any interruptions. If I have to go speak to Governor Barnes and Admiral Kalen I will!”

“Two weeks,” promised Jeremy. He had made a quick report to Admiral Kalen and Governor Barnes about the events in the star cluster. He had already sent them a more detailed report that he had put together over the weeks since the battle. He had even taken the time to meet briefly with Leeda, Reesa, and Major Wilde. He had handed over the small computer drive and ordered them to check it out. “Would you like to go to a resort?”

“Maybe later,” said Kelsey, touching her stomach which had a slight bulge. That bulge hadn’t been there when Jeremy left. “Right now you have a lot of making up to do. Then we’ll discuss going to a resort.”

Jeremy took Kelsey in his arms and kissed her deeply. He knew he had come very close to not coming home at all. Jeremy was determined he would stay at the Dyson Sphere at least until his child was born. It would also take awhile for his new flagship to be built.

In the meantime Governor Barnes and Admiral Kalen would be meeting with the three Originator Councilors to talk about contacting the Federation. They were going to discuss what to offer the Federation Council for their help. With any luck they would soon have an influx of new personnel from the home galaxy.

Ariel suddenly popped in with a big smile on her face. “I’m glad I caught the two of you together. I want to discuss the training schedule for your member of the new Special Five.”

Kelsey and Jeremy both started laughing and then a frown passed briefly across Jeremy’s face. “Later,” Jeremy said. “Right now Kelsey and I have some personal business to attend to.”

Ariel’s face turned red and she promptly vanished.

“I was hoping you would say that,” Kelsey said with a happy smile.

Ariel’s use of the words Special Five had briefly shaken Jeremy.

With a deep sigh, he knew the children of the Special Five would have a destiny. Someday they would lead the Originators and their allies to victory over the Eternals. However, that would be a long time in the future. For now he had Kelsey to deal with and he knew exactly how to take care of that and begin the long process of making up.

Far away on a distant Shrieel Commander Alvord was deep underground in a secret stasis facility for the Defenders of Zorn. He had just finished activating one of the stasis chambers and was waiting patiently for the Originator inside to wake up.

“The cure?” asked the Originator in a weak voice as he slowly sat up.

“I have it here,” said Alvord, holding out an injector. “One injection and you will be back to normal within a week.”

The Originator took the injector and then turned to face Alvord. “You have done well. The Shrieels will soon be ours.”

“I live to serve you, Councilor Zorn,” Alvord said reverently.

Councilor Zorn nodded. “Let’s awaken the rest of the Defenders of Zorn. Our time has finally come.”

The End

The Originator Wars: Conflict Unending (Book Five) coming in November of 2017. This will be the exciting conclusion to the series.

The lost Originators have been taken back to the Communications and Transport Hub. New and larger warships are under construction as more powerful weapons are being produced to end the threat of the Eternals.

Even as Fleet Admiral Strong and the Originators prepare to fight their greatest battle an old threat, in the form of the Defenders of Zorn raises its dangerous head. Councilor Zorn has his own plans for the Shrieels, and it does not involve the Originators at the hub or the Federation races who have joined them.

The fate of the Originators and perhaps the entire universe depends on the decisions Fleet Admiral Jeremy Strong and the rest of the Special Five will make. Can Jeremy save the universe from the Eternals or have they grown too powerful to stop? Will Councilor Zorn bring everything crashing down in his quest for power. Find out in The Originator Wars: Conflict Unending.

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Earth Fall: Invasion

Major Mark Dolan crawled painfully to the top of the small brush-covered hill he’d been behind for the last several hours. His uniform was ragged and filthy; blood ran from a shallow, jagged cut on his forehead, the result of a splinter grenade falling too close to his position. Only by throwing himself to the ground upon realizing what was about to happen had Dolan survived at all. The private who had been with him lay dead, his body torn apart by the grenade.

Around Dolan, dead bodies and burned-out vehicles were everywhere. Unfortunately most of the bodies were human and not Trellixian. The aliens were nearly unstoppable, their vehicles protected by energy shields and possessing weapons much more powerful than the humans’. The enemy could be killed with great effort, but normally the attacking humans died in the attempt. However, the humans were fighting for their world, and there was never a shortage of volunteers to attempt the almost impossible.

In the distance Dolan could hear the heavy explosions of powerful warp missiles and more splinter grenades blasting away at the weakening human defenses. The Trellixians were rapidly pushing back the meager remnants of Earth’s military toward the bunker complex that housed their last-known active base. For nearly twelve hours, Mark and his handpicked squad had been watching the battle. Their job was to stay on the outskirts, undetected, and report back to their superiors the results of the battle. Several times Mark had been tempted to join in the fighting when a Trellixian passed within weapons range, but his orders were very explicit. No contact with the enemy! Observe and report back!

“Major, this is Captain Reynolds. I’m in position,” a female voice said over his earpiece.

Everyone in his squad wore a small communications earpiece, set to a frequency they didn’t think the enemy would be monitoring, so they could stay in contact with one another. It was a risk, but one that was necessary if they wanted to complete their mission.

Captain Lisa Reynolds was two hundred meters to his west on another small ridge, which provided a good view of the ongoing battle. She had two other soldiers with her, assigned to keep her safe. Reynolds was a military analyst sent on this mission to gather data on Trellixian battle techniques. Mark wasn’t sure what good that would do if the mountain base and its bunker complex were destroyed. As far as Mark knew, resistance across the planet had been smashed, and this was the last major surviving military installation still fighting back.

“Make sure you record everything,” ordered Mark, as his gaze swept across the embattled human defensive lines. Several massive explosions struck the human lines, blasting deep smoking holes in the ground. Mark thought he could see soldiers pulling back from the besieged positions. “Keep messages to a minimum. We don’t want to tip off the enemy we’re here.”

“Yes, sir,” Reynolds replied. “We’ve got my equipment set up and are recording the battle.”

“Don’t take any unnecessary risks,” Mark instructed. “I want us all to get back safely.”

Removing his battle helmet and enhanced vision goggles, he wiped the sweat from his brow and cautiously rose up to better see what lay on the other side of the small hill. A blackened ruin of blasted earth, burned-out trees, destroyed vehicles and dead bodies lay as far as his trained eyes could see. Several kilometers to the north, close to the mountains, he could see the fighting still raged, the meager Earth forces battling desperately to hold on to the last bastion of hope against a fearless, overpowering enemy who knew no mercy.

After sliding his goggles and helmet back on, he adjusted the sights to allow him a close-up view of the fighting. Trellixian hover tanks were moving steadily forward, their large cannons firing round after round of heavy blaster fire into the entrenched human troops. Side launchers on the hover tanks fired a seemingly unending supply of splinter grenades into the human positions. Occasionally an Earth heavy missile would strike one of the tanks, stressing its shield but having very little effect. Mark let out a deep, guttural sigh of frustration. If they could only find a way around the Trellixians’ energy shields, the battle would be more even.

Thousands of Trellixian troops in nearly impenetrable battle armor followed closely behind the tanks, mopping up straggling pockets of defenders. Occasionally short-range missiles and shells from heavy artillery exploded among the advancing Trellixian troops, but a direct hit was necessary to penetrate the battle armor. Scanning the dead, Dolan noticed a few Trellixians scattered among the human casualties, but not many.

Above the ground fighting, Trellixian wedge-shaped attack craft swooped and dove at the fragile human defensive positions, trying to crack open the human lines by firing small warp missiles which impacted the ground in towering explosions of flame and dirt. The warp missiles made a high-pitched screaming noise as they came down.

Human aircraft had been cleared from the skies weeks earlier. Defensive missiles and occasional blaster fire from the main base itself were now directed heatedly toward the attacking Trellixian aircraft as they came within range, in a futile attempt to turn the tide of the battle. Only recently had human scientists reverse engineered a captured hover tank, enabling them to create energy cannons similar to the enemy’s.

Mark almost stood up in elation as several beams of white energy converged on one of the Trellixian craft, cracking through its energy shield and causing the ship to explode in a bright orange fireball, spilling out its flaming parts over the fighting below. If the humans had only had more energy cannons, they might’ve had a chance to turn the tide of the battle. From what he could see, only about a dozen of the powerful weapons were being used by the defenders.

As Mark watched, a large and ominous shadow passed over him. Looking up, he sucked in his breath as he recognized one of the Trellixians’ space battlecruisers plodding through the Earth’s heavy atmosphere toward the human military base. In moments, the massive cylinder came to a stop, its defensive shields lighting up as the base focused all its firepower on the massive vessel in a last-stand effort. Heavy missiles and energy blasters smashed futilely against the powerful energy shield, which erupted in bright cascades of color as it shrugged off the ineffective attack. The outside of the huge vessel was dotted with antennae, communication dishes, and offensive and defensive weaponry—designed for war.

Huge beams of incandescent energy leaped from the nose of the vessel, plowing up the earth along and through the human troops’ defensive lines. Smoke and fire burst into the air as the ground was burned. Whenever the beam touched a human soldier or vehicle, they were turned instantly into smoldering ashes under the tremendous destructive power being unleashed. For long minutes the deadly beams moved up and down the human lines, until the defensive firing lessened and then stopped.

Mark felt intense anger at what he had just witnessed. He gripped his assault rifle tightly in his hands, wanting to rush forward and fire it at the Trellixians. However, he knew to do so would be suicide and against his orders. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to lie still and continued to observe the battle. He greatly feared it was nearing its end. He desperately looked for any signs that the embattled soldiers could regroup, but there were none.

The enemy spacecraft continued to move forward, now focusing its powerful energy beams on the mountain and the underground base it sheltered. However, the base was buried deep beneath several thousand meters of bedrock and protected by reinforced steel beams with thick concrete walls. It was fortified with all the defensive and offensive weapons the human race had been able to throw together in the short time since the Trellixians had invaded Earth and embarked on their genocidal war. The base was protected by a rudimentary energy shield cobbled together by some of Earth’s greatest remaining scientists, who had taken shelter in the base.

The shield strained as the Trellixian beams tried to penetrate to the base below. Great streams of energy seemed to be erupting from the mountain, and the shield persevered. Mark held his breath. The Trellixians seemed to have been stopped for the first time. Their energy beams ceased firing, and for several long minutes silence came over the battlefield.

Mark refocused his enhanced-vision optics on the ground immediately in front of the base. The Trellixian hover tanks and their armored troops were pouring through the smashed human lines. Little to no resistance was encountered, as most of the defenders were dead. Mark tried not to think of the thousands of human soldiers who had lost their lives in this battle.

As the Trellixian hover tanks came within range of the base, heavy energy weapons hidden among the rocks opened up, tearing through the tanks’ shields like a knife through butter. These weapons operated off the base’s fusion power plant, and their energy output was nearly off the scale. Unfortunately they burned out after firing one shot, as they could not handle the torrents of energy passing through the barrels. The Trellixian hover tanks couldn’t stand up to such energy. Tank after tank fell to the ground, split open by the powerful energy beams. Loud explosions reverberated across the valley, and smoke filled the air. The few surviving troops cheered loudly, seeing the nearly indestructible tanks stopped and feeling a brief rise of hope.

Mark could barely hear the distant cheering and looked up to see what the Trellixian battlecruiser was doing. It still hovered above in a threatening manner, still under fire from the base’s weapons.

On the Trellixian battlecruiser, its captain saw the ground assault on the humans’ last redoubt had failed as well. He was taller than an average human with dark green skin, due to his Saurian ancestry. The captain had a large head with sharp tearing teeth and eyes twice the size of a human’s. He gazed in anger at the ship’s main viewscreen, which showed the surface below. The humans were proving to be a more formidable opponent than originally expected. The Trellixian High Command had felt it would take less than four weeks to subdue the planet; they were now into their twelfth week of heavy fighting, and losses had been eight times higher than projected. Nodding to his communications officer, he ordered all ground troops to pull back, as the battlecruiser slowly edged higher into the air. Its heavy energy shield glowed brightly as human energy weapons and missiles impacted the shield, trying to crack it open to bring to Earth the mighty ship of space.

High Command was also alarmed by how rapidly the humans had been able to come up with their own energy weapons. Cascading waves of energy from the human weapons bit and clawed at the powerful Trellixian shield. This world was needed for living space for the Trellixian race, and the fighting had delayed the first of hundreds of colonization transports.

“Shield is holding at eighty-two percent,” reported the tactical officer. “Our energy weapons are incapable of penetrating the shield the humans have placed around the mountain.”

“I would suggest we deploy a Malken missile,” suggested the ship’s second officer. “Our sensors are indicating the humans’ base is deep beneath the mountain.”

“A Malken missile will penetrate deeply enough,” confirmed the tactical officer.

The captain nodded. The Malken missile was the most powerful and deadly weapon in their arsenal. Not even the humans’ energy shield would be able to resist the deadly antimatter missile. They were also very difficult to produce, so each battlecruiser was only equipped with one. Its use had to be authorized by the council.

The captain turned toward the communications officer. “Send a request to the High Council, requesting authorization to deploy a Malken missile. Inform them it’s the only viable option for destroying the human military base. Once this base is annihilated, the planet will be ours, and the colonization transports can be sent.” The ship possessed an FTL transmitter, and it wouldn’t take long to get a response.

On the ground, several minutes passed as Mark watched the ship continue to gain altitude. At last it came to a stop, high above the base, just out of range of the human weapons which had been impacting its energy shield. With foreboding, Mark saw a single small black dot fall away from the belly of the ship. “Everyone take cover!” Mark yelled over his comm. With apprehension, Mark flung himself behind the small hill as brilliant light and overpowering noise crashed down upon him, driving him into unconsciousness.

Sometime later Mark awoke, realizing he had been out for quite some time. After staggering back to the top of the hill, he stood, looking with shock and despair at what had once been the strongest base the human race had constructed to stop the Trellixians. A jagged, smoking hole lay where the mountain had been. Trees had been knocked over, and a number of fires raged in the forest. The sky was obscured by dark smoke, and a lot of ash floated in the air. The base was gone!

Trellixian hover tanks moved about the smoking ruins, searching for human survivors. Troops in dark battle armor also combed the rocks and defiles, looking for scattered human defenders who might have survived. From the lack of firing, Mark guessed none or very few were being found. Over sixty thousand troops had begun the defense of the valley, with another twenty thousand soldiers, technicians, scientists, and politicians taking shelter inside the base. With growing despair, Mark knew it was over. The base was gone; everything was destroyed! Earth’s last hope was a jagged, smoking hole in the ground.

With anguish Mark slid back behind the cover of the hill, his head down, eyes clenched shut. It was over; the human race had lost! Mark doubted whether any humans would survive more than a year upon the surface if the Trellixian genocidal campaign continued with the civilian population. Already all the major cities had been destroyed. Dams, power stations, nearly all the infrastructure built up over hundreds of years had been ruthlessly annihilated.

Mark stood, realizing he needed to get to his squad’s rendezvous coordinates. He was hesitant to use his comm, as it might alert the Trellixians to his presence. The rendezvous point was only a few kilometers away in thick, concealing forest near another mountain. He hoped the others in his squad had survived the blast.

Forcing himself to walk, Mark retraced his steps, taking a roundabout course into the surrounding mountains toward his destination. He carried a small pack, an assault rifle, and a pistol, as well as several flash grenades. He almost wished a Trellixian would step out in front of him, so he could vent his rage after witnessing the recent disaster. Mark’s immediate commander had believed the base would be able to stand up to the Trellixian attack.

The missile the aliens had used at the end had penetrated the base’s fusion energy shield as if it didn’t even exist. The human scientists hadn’t expected anything like this. That final weapon was unbelievable, and Mark wondered why the Trellixians hadn’t used it earlier in the battle. What good his report would do now, he had no idea. The humans had nothing left to fight back with; his information would be of little value to the few surviving troops and scientists his commander had indicated were being held in reserve.

Mark carefully approached the rendezvous coordinates. In the last several hours, he’d encountered no one. He’d heard a Trellixian attack craft fly over once, but it had continued on to some unknown destination. Keeping under the canopy formed by the thick growth of trees, he hoped he would remain undetected.

Nearby he could hear the sound of running water. The rendezvous coordinates were just to the west side of the stream next to a clearing. There a rocky overhang shielded a small cave, if one could call it that, which they hoped would prevent detection from above. Grasping his rifle and holding it at the ready, he slowly moved through the trees, keeping his eyes peeled for any signs of danger. The snapping of a small tree branch alerted him to the presence of someone behind him, and, spinning around, he brought his rifle to his shoulder, ready to fire.

“Don’t shoot, sir,” a shaken private said, holding up his hands. “We were beginning to fear you weren’t going to show up.”

“Private Donly,” Mark said, recognizing the young soldier. “How many others made it?” Donly had been with Captain Reynolds.

“The captain, Private Richards, and Corporal Sampson so far,” Donly answered. “They’re waiting at the overhang.”

“Let’s go then,” Mark ordered. He glanced down at his watch, noting how much time had passed and realizing no one else would probably make the rendezvous.

They quickly crossed the stream and made their way to the overhang and the small cave extending about five meters into the mountain.

“Major,” Captain Reynolds said, standing up, her eyes showing relief at seeing him. “We were afraid that last weapon the Trellixians used had taken you out.”

He looked around at the small group. All looked disheveled, with their uniforms covered in soot from the blast. “What was that damn thing they dropped at the end?” He looked at Reynolds, waiting for an answer.

“I think it was antimatter,” replied Reynolds, shaking her head. “It’s highly unstable, and I’m surprised they even used something like that. It’s far beyond anything we’re capable of.”

“What about Sergeant Anderson and the two soldiers with him? Any idea of their whereabouts?”

“The sergeant was to the right of our position and closer to the blast,” Reynolds said in a lower voice. “I don’t think they made it.”

Mark let out a deep breath. So many people had died today. “We’ll wait here another two hours. If they don’t show up, we’ll move out.”

Mark sat down on a large rock and gazed out at the small stream and forest. His mind was nearly numb from what he’d witnessed. It had been like this for the last twelve weeks. City after city had been destroyed, Trellixian troops spreading out and eliminating any survivors, the human militaries making desperate stands to slow down the deadly advance, trying to give the civilians time to flee, only to be wiped out by superior firepower. Mark had lost everyone dear to him. His parents had died when the aliens hit Houston, and his sister had perished at a hospital in Dallas. She’d been a nurse, working at one of the few surviving medical centers before it had been overrun by Trellixian troops. He just prayed his sister’s death had been quick.

“What’s going to happen now?” asked Reynolds, as she came over and sat down next to the major.

“I don’t know,” Mark replied with a sigh. “There’s not many of us left. Do you know if any of your family survived?”

“I don’t think so,” answered Reynolds, shaking her head. Her eyes looked sad and her face pale. Her brunette hair was just barely visible beneath her combat helmet. “My family lived in Portland, and it was one of the first cities hit.”

“The Trellixians were supposed to be the solution to so many of our problems,” Mark said, recalling what the aliens had promised when the first ship appeared over Washington, DC. “Cures for many of our diseases, better power systems, new methods to grow food to stop hunger and more.”

“All lies,” Lisa said, biting her upper lip. “During the entire time they spoke to the world governments, they were just preparing to exterminate us. I remember speaking to my dad at the very beginning, and he was so excited about the possibility of having unlimited energy. For several years the Portland area had been subjected to rolling blackouts. He was talking about adding an addition to the house, so if grandkids ever visited, they’d have their own rooms.”

“Grandkids,” repeated Mark. “Did you have any brothers or sisters?”

“No,” Lisa replied, her face flushing slightly. “My parents were hoping that, as soon as I got out of the military, I would settle down and have a family.”

“Did you have anyone special in your life?”

Lisa closed her eyes and then slowly opened them. “Yes, Streth and I had dated since high school. I guess the two of us always assumed we would eventually get married. I was going to finish my tour in the military and then join him. He had a real-estate business and was doing quite well with it. He was in Portland when the Trellixians bombed it.”

“I’m sorry,” Mark said.

The two became quiet, lost in their own thoughts. In the forest, the sounds of insects and an occasional birdcall could be heard.

Two hours later Mark stood up and looked around. It was evident Sergeant Anderson and the two soldiers with him weren’t going to make it.

“Let’s move out,” Mark ordered. He picked up a small pack and slung it over his shoulders. They had left a few supplies in the cave before setting out to observe the battle, and he made sure everyone had what they needed to take with them.

As evening neared, they’d put quite a few kilometers between them and the destroyed base. The sun was close to setting when they heard an alien craft fly overhead and saw it land directly in front of them.

“They must have detected us,” Lisa said worriedly, as she stared in the direction the Trellixian aircraft had descended. The tall trees made it difficult to determine how close to them it had come down.

“How?” Mark was concerned. They were traveling through a small valley with towering mountains around them and no way to go around the enemy.

“Heat sensors probably,” Lisa replied. She looked over at Mark. “They may be searching for survivors from the battle.”

“What do we do?” asked Corporal Sampson, who was holding his assault rifle cradled in his arms. “Do we need to retrace our steps?”

“No,” Mark replied as he thought over their options. “We can’t go back.” Even as he spoke, he heard the Trellixian aircraft again and saw it rise in the air and vanish to the south.

“They left,” Corporal Sampson said, with relief in his voice.

“I doubt that,” Mark replied, peering into the thick forest around them. “They probably set down a squad of their soldiers to take us out and went in search of more survivors.”

“Do we fight?”

“Yes,” Mark answered. He turned to Private Donly, who was carrying two backpacks. “How many M24 Claymore mines do you have?”

“Four,” Donly answered. “They can be remotely detonated.”

The Claymore was an antipersonnel weapon specifically designed to take out enemy troops. It was directional and could be detonated from a distance. Each mine would fire four hundred steel bearings capable of penetrating body armor when triggered. Mark was certain that if he could detonate one within ten meters of the Trellixians, the projectiles would penetrate their body armor, killing them.

“This trail we’ve been following is pretty narrow,” Mark said, looking ahead of them and seeing a lot of tall trees and overgrowth, which made much of the forest impassable. “I want a killing zone set up in front of us.” He hurriedly showed Donly where he wanted the mines placed.

While Donly set the mines, the other four humans moved back a short distance and took cover behind some large boulders and a fallen tree lying partially across the trail. When Donly finished, he jogged back to Mark and handed him the detonator. Four glowing lights were visible, each designating one of the Claymores.

“Now we wait,” he told the others.

“It’ll be dark soon,” Lisa said, looking at the lengthening shadows being cast by the mountains. Already it was difficult to see far into the forest. “It’ll be hard to spot the Trellixians until they’re almost upon us.”

The time seemed to pass by slowly as the five waited with their eyes focused on the trail and their ears listening for any noises that might indicate the approach of the enemy soldiers.

“It’s too quiet,” whispered Corporal Sampson from his position a meter to Mark’s right. “We should have seen or heard something by now.” He shifted his rifle, gazing through the night scope.

Even with the night scopes, Mark knew his team could only see about fifty meters into the forest in front of them.

“Quiet,” Mark ordered, as he thought he saw movement in the undergrowth. If he was right, the enemy wasn’t using the trail but forcing their way through the thick tangle of vines and underbrush that covered the forest floor.

“I got ’em,” said Private Donly, peering intently at a spot in the forest. “About forty meters out and to the right of the trail.”

“Crap,” muttered Corporal Sampson, clicking the safety off his assault rifle. “They’re too far away for the Claymores.”

“Let’s force them back on the trail,” said Mark, as he reached down and unhooked two flash grenades from his belt. The flash grenades would emit a brilliant light, as well as searing heat, where they went off.

Everyone got their weapons ready, knowing that shortly they would be in a fight for their lives. The Trellixians were known not to take prisoners. Corporal Sampson also readied two flash grenades, keeping an eye on Mark, so he would know when to toss them.

“Now,” Mark said, keeping his voice low so as not to attract the enemy’s attention. Standing in a low crouch, he lobbed first one grenade and then the second in the enemy’s direction. Corporal Sampson did the same.

Moments later four loud explosions echoed across the small valley, as four brilliant flashes of light and searing heat were released on the valley floor. A lot of movement could be heard in the underbrush, and then two Trellixians stumbled out into the trail, their energy rifles held at the ready, searching for a target. Both were clad in full battle armor with a helmet and protective visor.

Mark instantly pressed a switch on his remote detonator, and one of the Claymores exploded just seven meters from the alien soldiers. Hundreds of steel bearings struck the two, penetrating their armor, knocking both backward and to the ground. “Fire!” Mark ordered, as other armored Trellixians emerged from the undergrowth.

All five humans fired their assault rifles, spraying the enemy with hundreds of rounds of armor-piercing ammunition. Private Donly paused for a moment to lob two more flash grenades toward the enemy, causing one alien to stagger and go down.

Mark stopped firing and pressed another switch on the detonator, firing off another Claymore. The four had been set to form a 180-degree kill zone, and another one of the Trellixians had stepped too close. The alien was nearly cut in two by the explosion.

A sudden scream drew Mark’s attention. He saw Corporal Sampson stagger and fall to the ground with a look of shock on his face, a red stain spreading across his chest. “Keep firing!” Mark shouted. He took a deep breath and shot a quick burst at the nearest enemy.

“Our rounds aren’t causing enough damage,” grated out Captain Reynolds as she fired a dozen rounds into the chest of a Trellixian. The shots only dented the armor.

Suddenly brilliant flashes of light went off around the five remaining enemy soldiers. Mark’s eyes closed involuntarily, and he could feel the searing heat from the blasts. Flash grenades, he realized. Someone had thrown flash grenades at the remaining enemy troops. Where had they come from?

Stepping out from the undergrowth, Sergeant Anderson and two other soldiers fired their weapons at the stunned Trellixians, the only difference being that the sergeant had a weapon that fired small explosive rounds. It was his weapon of choice, and he always carried it. The only problem was for it to be effective, he had to be at almost point-blank range. He was carefully putting a round into the chest of each of the remaining enemy soldiers, who were still dazed from the flash grenades. In just a few seconds, the battle was over as he blew a smoking hole the size of a person’s fist in the chest of the last Trellixian.

Anderson handed his weapon to one of the other soldiers in exchange for a shotgun. He then stepped over to the downed Trellixians and fired a single slug into their visors. “Damn lizards!” he shouted, as he turned toward Mark.

“We thought you three were dead,” Mark said, stepping out from behind the boulder he’d been firing from, immensely pleased to see the sergeant. “You didn’t show up at the rendezvous coordinates.”

“We got cut off by some Trellixian ground troops and had to take the long way around,” Anderson replied. He was a twenty-year veteran and knew how to stay alive. He looked over where Corporal Sampson’s body lay, shaking his head. “The corporal was a good soldier. I hate that we lost him.”

“We better get out of here,” Lisa said as she walked up to gaze at the dead enemy. She took a few photographs and then turned toward Mark. “The aircraft that dropped this squad could return at any moment.”

“She’s right,” Mark said to the others. “Private Donly, disarm those other two Claymores. We may need them later.”

“It’s been a tough day,” said Sergeant Anderson as one of the privates who had come with him covered Corporal Sampson’s body. “A lot of good men and women died today.”

“We need to get the information we gathered back to the alternate command post,” Mark said.

“I don’t see what good it’ll do,” Anderson replied with a grimace. “We don’t have anything left to fight with now that the base has been destroyed.”

Mark nodded. Sergeant Anderson was right. There were probably a few scattered military units still fighting across the world, plus millions of unarmed civilians who had taken to the countryside and the mountains after the first attacks. The Trellixians would be hunting them down and eliminating the humans wherever they were found. Any type of organized resistance was just about over. The enemy had won, and Earth was theirs.

It took another two days for them to reach their destination. They’d been careful to stay off the main trails and roads and had even taken the precaution of immersing themselves in streams when they heard the approach of alien aircraft, to prevent detection from thermal scans. The sun had already set, and they were using their night-vision optics to travel when Mark called a halt.

“We’re nearly there,” Mark said, as he paused to allow them to catch their breaths. The others had never been to this location before, as his immediate commanding officer had brought only him to this secretive site. He suspected there might be a small research facility hidden deep beneath the mountains somewhere.

“Any idea what might be waiting for us?” asked Sergeant Anderson.

“No,” Mark replied. “I’ve only been here once before, and that was with Colonel Branson.”

“What about you, Captain?” asked Anderson, looking over at the military analyst.

“I’m not certain,” Lisa replied with a frown. “I’ve heard rumors, but they sounded so fantastic I didn’t believe them.”

“What type of rumors?”

“I don’t really want to say,” Lisa replied, looking over at the sergeant. “We’ll know what’s going on when we get there.”

“Captain Reynolds is right,” Mark said. He was beginning to think Captain Reynolds was more than just a military analyst. He wondered just how much she wasn’t telling them.

After a brief rest they resumed walking again, only this time they were ascending the steep slope of a low mountain. For several hours they struggled upward, avoiding loose boulders and areas where rockslides had occurred in the past. Reaching a huge rock that stood at the base of a high cliff, Mark stepped around it and squirmed into a small cave. The others followed closely behind.

“We need to stack those rocks up to conceal the entrance,” he told the others, pointing to a loose pile of nearby stones.

“Let’s get to it,” ordered Sergeant Anderson, as he bent down and picked up a large one, carrying it to the small entrance. The others quickly followed suit, and it wasn’t long until the passageway was blocked. To anyone passing by, it wouldn’t be obvious the stones were concealing the entrance to the small cave.

Stepping back, Mark pointed a light at their handiwork, satisfied that no one would find this place. Indicating for the others to follow him, he proceeded down the narrow cave for a number of meters, shining his flashlight before him, until the tunnel opened up into a small cavern roughly twenty meters across and six or seven high. Walking over to one wall, he searched carefully for a hidden recess in the stone and then, inserting his hand, he pressed a tiny concealed button. Instantly a section of the wall slid open, revealing a tunnel with a small, monorail-like car.

“What the hell?” muttered Sergeant Anderson.

“We’re supposed to take this vehicle to our destination,” Mark explained. He had no idea where it would bring them, but Colonel Branson had told Mark that it would take them to a place of safety. More than that the colonel had refused to say, only telling Mark the eventual destination was classified.

As they stepped into the waiting vehicle, the wall behind them slid shut, hiding the small cavern from view. Mark activated the controls as the colonel had shown him and then leaned back in one of the comfortable padded seats. Almost instantly the car moved and rapidly accelerated.

“Someone spent a lot of time and money to build this,” commented Sergeant Anderson, as he watched the walls of the tunnel flash by.

“I wonder what’s waiting for us when this car stops?” said Private Donly.

“We’ll know when we get there,” replied Captain Reynolds, leaning back in her seat with her assault rifle across her lap.

For nearly twenty minutes, the air-conditioned car slid forward and down, going deep beneath Earth’s surface. Mark had no idea where the car was taking them. His orders had been to observe the battle with his squad and to make sure Captain Reynolds survived. He was then to return to this car and activate it. He’d originally thought the car might be connected to the large base he had seen so recently destroyed, but now he was convinced it led elsewhere.

“This wasn’t easy to build,” commented Private Donly. “This has to lead to something more than just a small research facility.”

Sergeant Anderson looked over at Captain Reynolds. She had said very little since they’d entered the vehicle. “Still no idea what’s going on, Captain?”

“Possibly,” she admitted, glancing over at the sergeant. “If my suspicions are correct, we’re all due for a major surprise shortly.”

“You’re not just a military analyst, are you?” asked Mark as he looked over at the captain.

“No,” she admitted, looking briefly down at the floor and then back up at Mark. “It was important that I see one of the Trellixian battlecruisers up close and take readings with some special equipment I brought along. If we hope to survive, what we learned from observing that battle might be crucial.”

Mark nodded. He was right about something more going on. Now he just wanted to find out what it was.

At last the car slowed. Mark sat up straighter, curious to see their destination. The car came to a stop in front of a small platform, and a section of rock wall slid open. With surprise, Mark saw his immediate superior, Colonel Branson, standing there with several other men, as well as a squad of heavily armed marines.

Mark climbed from the car, followed by the others—all with confusion on their faces except for Captain Reynolds. They stopped and gave a quick salute in front of the colonel. Maybe now they would hear some explanations.

“At ease, Major Dolan,” Colonel Branson commanded. “Welcome to your new home!”

“Lisa, we’re glad you made it,” said one of the other men with the colonel. “We were very worried about your safety.”

“I was in good hands, Professor Wilkins,” Lisa responded, surprised to see her old friend and mentor. “Major Dolan carried out his assignment very professionally.”

Mark turned to gaze at Captain Reynolds questioningly.

“I guess I owe you an explanation,” Lisa said, her eyes focusing on Mark. “I’m not only a captain in the reserves. I’m actually a nuclear physicist with a number of advanced degrees in space sciences. Professor Wilkins and I have worked together on many projects over the years, though I’m not quite certain what’s going on now. I haven’t seen him in months.”

“I think you’ll find this very interesting,” Professor Wilkins said with a mysterious smile. “Why don’t you come with me while the colonel debriefs the others? We have a lot of work ahead of us.”

Hours later Captain Dolan sat in front of Colonel Branson, preparing to undergo his debriefing. The others were being questioned by another officer. Mark had been shown to a small set of comfortable quarters and allowed to clean up and rest before eating a decent meal and being brought in front of the colonel.

“I suppose you have a lot of questions,” began Branson, giving Mark a measuring look.

“Some,” answered Mark, shifting his weight in the well-padded chair he was seated in. “Where am I, and what exactly is going on? Why was it so important to observe that battle? It was gruesome, and we lost a lot of good people at that base. Our forces never stood a chance once that battlecruiser showed up.”

Branson nodded and looked over at Mark from across his desk. “Those are the very questions I would start with, if I were in your place. First off, you’re in a highly secret complex deep beneath the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Special shielding and the tremendous depth of this installation should protect us from Trellixian detection. One very large civilian complex and two smaller military complexes are all connected by deep underground tunnels.”

“How did this get built?” Mark interrupted. He’d thought, after everything he had witnessed above over the last three months, that the human race was all but finished. The big military complex he’d watched being destroyed only a couple days earlier was the last one he knew of that contained any type of advanced military technology.

Colonel Branson took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. “Back in early July 1947, a UFO crashed on a ranch northwest of Roswell, New Mexico.”

“Roswell!” Mark said, feeling even more confused. “I thought that was just a weather balloon.”

“That’s what everyone was told,” Branson responded. “In reality it was a small interstellar spacecraft from a star system the Trellixians had only recently attacked. The ship was never designed for trips of more than a few light-years, and its systems were taxed to the limit just to make it to Earth. Their life support was failing, and the ship was experiencing numerous mechanical problems when it tried to land. Unfortunately for the crew, it crashed, killing all but two.”

“Two survived?” Mark could scarcely believe what he was hearing.

“Yes, two did. One died within a week of the crash, and the other lived at Area 51 for twenty-two years.”

“We had a real live alien for all that time, and no one knew about it?” Mark remained dumbfounded.

“We kept it a secret, after we learned what happened to their home world. Can you imagine the panic such a revelation would have caused?”

“What did we do?”

“We started to prepare,” Colonel Branson replied. “We formed a secret military alliance with a number of key countries across the globe, to do everything we could to prepare Earth for the coming of the Trellixians. Unfortunately our science was so far behind that we couldn’t do much initially. With the help of the alien survivor, we were able to reverse engineer some of their systems, particularly their computers.”

“That explains the rapid advancement of our computer technology in the late twentieth century,” Mark said in sudden realization.

“Yes, that and several other areas as well,” Branson added.

Getting up, Colonel Branson walked across the small office, putting his hands behind his back before turning around to face Mark once again. “We knew we didn’t have time to adequately prepare Earth to mount an effective defense to hold back the coming Trellixian invasion. The science and technology just weren’t there. We did manage to improve some weapon systems and build the big base up above that the Trellixians smashed so thoroughly, but we didn’t put all our eggs in just one basket.”

Mark leaned forward, his curiosity piqued.

“The civilian complex here is truly amazing. It’s a cylinder nearly fourteen kilometers long and three wide with a ceiling nearly a kilometer above. It’s located beneath a chain of rugged mountains and lies nearly seven kilometers beneath the ground. It was built with technology we gleaned from the crashed Roswell ship. We used massive heat beams to vaporize the rocks and create the chambers we needed to build our facilities in. Also a series of labs, living quarters, and recreation areas were set in the walls of the complex, providing us the maximum amount of living space. The huge open spaces of the complex were determined to be needed, in case we had to spend much time underground. Some of the world’s best scientists and technicians have been gathered into this complex, as has a select group of other civilians. We have nearly two hundred and eighty thousand nonmilitary personnel in the civilian complex.”

Mark leaned back in his chair, surprised and amazed at what Colonel Branson was describing. The work done was breathtaking and that so many people had been safeguarded here was unbelievable. He could hardly wait to see this habitat, this underground world. For the first time in a number of days, he began to feel hope.

“There are also two smaller military complexes. We plan to continue harassing operations against the Trellixians from the two bases. We’ve built a number of deep underground subway tunnels, shielded from Trellixian detection, to allow us to move about large parts of the country virtually undetected. We’ll be supplying new weapons we’ve developed to surviving civilian populations on the surface. When the Trellixians attacked, we were nearly ready to put a new rifle into production—the scientists call it a pulse rifle. It fires a thin stream of energy which will cut through a solid sheet of steel like it’s butter. We have an assembly line set up in the civilian complex, and the first one thousand pulse rifles should be ready within four weeks.”

“Sounds like something our troops could have used,” Mark replied bitterly, remembering how they had been unable to penetrate the suits of armor the Trellixian ground troops wore with their conventional weapons.

“If we’d been given more time…” replied Branson, nodding his head in agreement. “The two military complexes are located short distances from the civilian complex. Each contains six thousand highly trained troops plus support personnel. The troops will be used for quick surgical strikes against the Trellixians, once our forces are equipped and trained with the new weapons.”

“What are our chances against the Trellixians?” Mark asked. They would still be facing almost insurmountable odds.

“If we can arm the civilian population and disperse it as much as possible, we can wage a guerrilla war against the Trellixians for years. Some of our troops will be assigned to training civilian militias. With the resources of our three complexes, we can make our world untenable for them. Our scientists are the best the world has to offer and are working intently on finding something we can use against our enemy. Given time, we may find what we need, but our job will be to disrupt the enemy as much as possible and to ensure that as large a section of the civilian population survives as possible.”

Mark was silent for a long moment. “That may be all well and good, sir, but the Trellixians have their battlecruisers, and as long as those are in orbit around Earth, I don’t see what we can do. They also have that new weapon they used, and I’m not sure even these complexes you have been telling me about would be safe from it. Captain Reynolds thought it might be an antimatter weapon.”

“Come over here, Major,” ordered Colonel Branson.

Mark did as ordered, wondering what the colonel wanted.

“I’m about to show you our biggest secret, something we’ve been working on for years.” Colonel Branson then turned and pressed a button on the wall. Instantly part of the wall slid open, revealing a large window. “Look.”

Mark stepped forward and glanced out the window. He stood frozen scarcely believing what he was seeing. “Are those what I think they are?”

“Yes,” replied Branson, looking down at the busy scene below.

He and the colonel were high up, overlooking a large cavern. It held a huge construction facility with five large objects lying in their berths. Each was a massive cylinder with a curved bow and flared stern.

“Those are spaceships, one thousand meters in length and two hundred meters in diameter,” Branson informed Mark with a large smile on his face.

Mark was speechless as he gazed at the huge constructions. It was obvious they still had a ways to go before they were finished. Several of the vessels had armor missing on their hulls, and each was covered in a spiderweb lattice of scaffolding. Construction workers swarmed over the vessels, and the bright arcs of welders flashed everywhere.

“How?” he finally managed to blurt out.

“As I told you earlier, we reverse engineered many of the systems from the ship in the Roswell crash and had the help of the one survivor, Catelli, the ship’s engineer.”

“How soon before they’re done?” Mark still felt stunned at what he was seeing. It was hard to believe that, very shortly, the human race might have its own interstellar spaceships.

“Two more years,” Branson replied. “We’d hoped to have them finished before the Trellixians showed up, but that didn’t happen.”

“What’s to become of me, sir?” Mark asked. “What’s my next assignment?”

“I’m going to assign you to one of those ships,” Branson answered with a slight smile. “I want you to learn how they function from bow to stern, and, in two years, you’ll be helping to drive the Trellixians from our world.”

“What if we can’t?”

Branson was quiet for a moment, as he gazed out at the ships. “We leave,” he replied in a steadfast voice. “We load the ships with our most able and brightest people and send them out into the galaxy to find a new world to start over on. Perhaps someday they can return to Earth and set it free.”

Mark felt his heart quicken at the thought of searching the galaxy for a new world. It would be a great experience finding one and starting human civilization on a virgin planet. It would also be sad, as it would signify the loss of humanity’s home world, perhaps forever.

Mark’s eyes returned to the ships in the construction facility. He was amazed at what had been accomplished here. When the big military base had been destroyed, he’d thought Earth was finished and that the human race would fade away to extinction. Now they had hope and the possibility of a future. Someday the humans would rise from the ashes, and the Trellixians would learn what they had awakened by attacking Earth.

Other Books by Raymond L. Weil

Available on Amazon

Moon Wreck (The Slaver Wars Book 1)

The Slaver Wars: Alien Contact (The Slaver Wars Book 2)

Moon Wreck: Fleet Academy (The Slaver Wars Book 3)

The Slaver Wars: First Strike (The Slaver Wars Book 4)

The Slaver Wars: Retaliation (The Slaver Wars Book 5)

The Slaver Wars: Galactic Conflict (The Slaver Wars Book 6)

The Slaver Wars: Endgame (The Slaver Wars Book 7)

The Slaver Wars: Books 1-3

Dragon Dreams

Dragon Dreams: Dragon Wars

Dragon Dreams: Gilmreth the Awakening

Dragon Dreams: Snowden the White Dragon

Star One: Tycho City: Survival

Star One: Neutron Star

Star One: Dark Star

Star One

Galactic Empire Wars: Destruction (Book 1)

Galactic Empire Wars: Emergence (Book 2)

Galactic Empire Wars: Rebellion (Book 3)

Galactic Empire Wars: The Alliance (Book 4)

Galactic Empire Wars: Insurrection (Book 5)

Galactic Empire Wars: The Beginning (Books 1-3)

The Lost Fleet: Galactic Search (Book 1)

The Lost Fleet: Into the Darkness (Book 2)

The Lost Fleet: Oblivion’s Light (Book 3)

The Lost Fleet: Genesis (Book 4)

The Lost Fleet: Search for the Originators (Book 5)

The Star Cross (Book 1)

The Star Cross: The Dark Invaders (Book 2)

The Star Cross: Galaxy in Peril (Book 3)

The Star Cross: The Forever War (Book 4)

The Originator Wars: Universe in Danger (Book 1)

The Originator Wars: Search for the Lost (Book 2)

(All dates are tentative)

The Star Cross: The Vorn! (Book 5) October 2017

The Originator Wars: Conflict Unending (Book 3) November 2017

Earth Fall: Invasion January 2018

Table of Contents

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue