“No, thanks, captain, I travel light. Let’s go.” Alistair picked up a medium duffle and allowed Kelly to lead him back to the Vigilant.
Captain Alden entered his missile corvette and immediately handed his comms tech a message to send out offering work to the various ships’ captains that would make up his fleet. He received responses almost immediately from all but a few of them. He sent the rendezvous point to those that responded and waited for the others to respond. He had enough ships from the initial responses to accomplish his mission, but wanted a full consist. He had time. None of them would be more than a few days away.
While he waited, Ben Alden took in some of the sights and entertainments available here on Rigel Station. It had a reputation as a place where a lonely spacer could find a good time. He took in the bars, gambling halls, shows, restaurants, and the less genteel pleasures available. He was looking for more than just a good time. He was looking for information.
In the morning, he made his way back to his ship and checked in on whether more responses had been received. They had and he was missing only one ship of the ones he had called for. He saw Captain McDougall’s response and thought if McDougall was coming, so was Captain Dobbs. The two were practically inseparable, at least as long as Captain Alden had known them.
He reviewed his fleet consist and thought he could face anything the pirates threw at him. He sent messages to all the responding captains to collect anything they could on the pirate base in the star cluster. Surely there were pirates or ex-pirates with loose lips that a few well-placed drinks could loosen further.
Chapter Ten
Admiral Christos Pouledoris, Chief of Fleet Operations, was not in a good mood. A Galactic Senate Defense Committee staffer had threatened him this morning over the Debran situation. Better yet, he had just gotten off the communicator with the Chairman herself. The staffer had mentioned several cuts in key programs that could result from “further inaction.” Senator Santori had threatened him personally with a downgrade in rank upon retirement. He could care less what happened to his retirement, but he couldn’t allow those programs to be cut or scaled back. They were part of a long-term strategy against the K’Rang. The possibility of peace with the K’Rang on human terms rode on the capabilities those programs would provide. He ordered his staff to provide him with options and the briefer was right outside.
He called in the briefer and his Chief of Operations, Rear Admiral James Trent. Trent opened up the briefing by setting the scene.
“Sir, as you know after the Second Battle of New Alexandria, we disbanded the 1st Combined Fleet, and kept the 19th Battle Fleet in the Scutum sector, to keep the K’Rang thinking about a potential counterattack. The 15th Battle Fleet returned to our yards at Gagarin for a badly needed overhaul. The battle cruiser groups and assault landing groups were dispersed along the frontier, to keep the K’Rang further off balance.”
“The K’Rang reacted by reinforcing their side of the frontier through stripping forces from their main world defenses. We significantly outmatch them in every sector.”
“That’s the background. I’ll let Captain Danae brief you on your specific request for information on the Debran situation.”
Captain Elisabeth Danae wore ribbons showing a great deal of combat experience, and the Space Warfare badge, signifying she had spent her time on the bridge and in the combat information centers of numerous warships.
Captain Danae activated a small holographic projector she had placed on Admiral Pouledoris’s desk. A 3D representation of the Taurus Sector around the Rigel to Aldebaran region opened.
“Sir, to orient you: Here are Rigel, Aldebaran, and the Pleiades star cluster. Fleet intelligence thinks that a marauder base has been set up in the Pleiades star cluster, from which they have been orchestrating very successful attacks against commercial shipping until recently. In fact, if the marauders took Mrs. Debran and her daughters, it would have been only the second attack in the last two weeks.”
“We have two ships in the area, a Fleet Reporting Officer that has been in sector for five weeks and a Scout Force ship, the Vigilant, that arrived today. The Vigilant has been ordered to rendezvous with the Reporting Officer and then personally meet with Mr. Debran to brief him on our response to his wife and family’s disappearance.”
Admiral Pouledoris stopped the briefer, as she was about to continue.
“Let’s cut to the chase Liz, Debran is not going to be satisfied with just one Intel guy and a scout ship. What have we got in sector or nearby that could be brought to bear on this problem?
Captain Danae continued, “Sir, I was just getting to that. The closest force of any size is the 3rd Assault Landing Group on the western boundary of the Gemini Sector. At max speed, they could arrive in the vicinity of Rigel Station in three days.”
“What’s their mission and who’s in command?”
“Rear Admiral Paulo Minacci just took over command of the 3rd ALG from Rear Admiral Mayer, and they are part of our show of force along the K’Rang frontier.”
“Fine, send Admiral Minacci a change of mission order to move his force to the Taurus sector at best possible speed and take charge of the Debran situation. Tell Andrew Craddock to chop his Scout ship to Admiral Minacci’s command as soon as the 3rd ALG arrives in sector. Do the same with the reporting officer. Let’s see if we can get the honorable lady from Grissom off my back.”
Shadow Lead Analyst G’Lon, of the Imperial Analytical Cabal, had just completed his briefing to Master Tactician B’Gotil. He watched the fur on B’Gotil’s neck rise as he showed him the sensor record of the Human ship appearing in K’Rang space.
B’Gotil stood up, walked to the screen and said, “This is really a Human ship and not some mirage, some trick of space?”
G’Lon ran the sensor record back and replaced the visual view with the spectral view.
“The colors you see here in the spectral view denote metallic alloys found mainly in Human ships. We use a slightly different mix of elements in our ships. This is definitely a Human ship. Incidentally, the spectral return confirms it is real and not a mirage.”
B’Gotil turned away from the display and paced a few steps.
“We have our forces stretched along the entire frontier in a show of force. We are weak everywhere and strong nowhere. Our main world defenses have been stripped, and here is what is undoubtedly a Human scout poking its nose into lightly defended space between two of our main worlds.”
“Shadow Lead Analyst G’Lon, you will accompany me to brief my superior. He will probably carry us directly into his superior and I do not doubt we will have a video audience with the Elders before this day is done. Prepare yourself.”
G’Lon froze for a moment as he realized what B’Gotil had just told him. He swallowed, composed himself, and gathered his data for the upcoming briefings.
Kelly spent the better part of two watches picking Alistair Bennett’s brain. He and Alistair constructed an energy map of the star cluster showing two areas of high-energy fields. Kelly picked the one with the highest energy readings for their first investigation. Their path would be controlled by the readings from their gravimetric sensors. Kelly hoped to be able to use his 3-D gravimetric sensors to pick a safe path through the gravity wells and eddies, like running through a maze.
Kelly would have three to four days to conduct his initial reconnaissance into the star cluster, before he came under the command of the 3rd ALG. He had to make the most of that time to find out what was going on in there, while he still had freedom of action.
Once he felt he had gotten all he could from Alistair, he sat down and prepared himself for his briefing to Mr. Debran. He had already contacted Mr. Delphant and arranged a meeting at Mr. Debran’s convenience. An hour later, he notified LTJG Cortez she had the ship until he returned. He gathered up Chief Blankenship and the two of them walked through Rigel Station, until they came to the office space occupied by Friedrich Debran.