Wanda continued, “There are a number of captains’ notices I forwarded to the appropriate chief. The only one of any consequence was a revocation of the replicator training exception. Now, replicator training will be consolidated in Building 209, adjacent to the main dining facility.”
Kelly thought, “There go my morning pastries.”
“Wanda, were there any personal messages?”
“There is a message from your mother about a message she got from your uncle. The message was written by a politician so was quite long-winded but essentially said he hoped he helped you.”
Kelly laughed, “He did, Wanda. Sometimes it’s good having relatives in high places.”
“Kelly,” Wanda said, “There is one other message that has come in that you might find interesting. It is from a MG Irina Bugarov, FF (Ret).”
Kelly sat up and read the message appearing on his screen.
TO: Commanding Officer, GRS Vigilant
FROM: MG Irina Bugarov, FF, (Ret)
SUBJECT: My Appreciation
Dear Sir or Ma’am,
I am writing this message to thank you for my recent liberation from the hands of the Baratarian Brotherhood. My assistant and I were held captive for three weeks, until your action against the K’Rang, which set us all free.
I do not know if you had the opportunity to meet with any of the people you freed. I tried to meet with you at the reception after the surrender ceremony, but was turned away by the Ascetic guards. All of us captives sheltering in the evacuation site sang your praises and your ship’s, too. We heard the story of your engagement with the two K’Rang scout ships that convinced the Brotherhood to surrender. From now until all of us die, our symbol of freedom will be your black-hulled scout ship.
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for restoring my freedom. Understand that you have my undying thanks. If ever I can be of any assistance to you, you need but ask.
Irina Bugarov
MG, FF (Ret)
Vice President for Defense Industries Consolidated
Debran Industries, Inc.
Kelly marveled at this odd turn of events and said, “Now ain’t that a kick in the head!”
He thanked Wanda, keyed up some paperwork, and started doing captain stuff.
Steven Maynard called a captains’ conference in his main conference room on Barataria. His twelve captains assembled and waited to hear what he had to say.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he started, “as you know our fortunes have changed drastically over the last several months. We faced death by the Galactic Republic or the K’Rang, but have come out of it stronger. Yes, we have forever lost our old way of life, but that is not necessarily a bad thing.”
Captain Chang of the Leviathan stood up and said, “How can you say it’s not a bad thing? How will we live, now that we can no longer plunder?”
“Captain Chang asks a very good question. I believe I have the answer.”
He pushed a button and a holographic projection of the planet appeared in the middle of the table. The world had been divided into a number of similarly sized blocks of land.
“Land, ladies and gentlemen, will pay our bills and keep us in luxuries. Mr. Friedrich Debran has contracted to be our land agent. He will arrange to bring settlers in from the Galactic Republic and give us 70 % of the profit. In addition, we obtained a 300 million-credit advance payment, to keep him honest. Fifteen million of these credits have been deposited in each of your accounts. That is only a down payment. Once the settlers start coming in, we are talking billions of credits and those are just for this planet. We have three more planets after we fill this one.”
“Look at the globe in front of you. You will each be granted a section of the planet as your property, your estate. You can keep it all or you can sell it to the incoming settlers. Look at the map and let me know your decisions on which plot of land you want over the next week. Where two captains select the same property, it will be settled by a coin toss. We will draw up papers and deed the section to you. I recommend you talk to our planning board and get their advice on how to divide your section into cities, towns, and villages. Our lawyers can help you in establishing any parklands or reserves you may want to set aside.”
“The future is bright, my captains, and it’s literally right under our feet. We’ll make more credits off this planet than we ever did thieving.”
Captain Chang answered back, “Yes, but it won’t be near as much fun.”
As the assembled captains broke out laughing, Maynard brought in and introduced the planning board and the lawyers. The meeting went on for another three hours, as the captains picked their land and started figuring how to make the most credits from it.
Kelly and CDR Timmons met with CAPT Hasselrode before being taken in to see the Admiral. CAPT Hasselrode informed Kelly, “It looks like your DSS is going through, in addition to a Presidential Unit Citation, a campaign star, and the engagement star. Minacci got the Chief of Fleet Operations to sign off on them. The boss has me working up a draft policy on display of combat awards on scout ships. He wants to make sure we don’t look like we’ve been sprayed with graffiti. Fleet has a policy but it excludes Scout Force, because of our stealth coating. We have a new stealth coating now and it won’t affect it at all.”
CAPT Hasselrode’s communicator buzzed and he told them the admiral would see them now. Kelly and CDR Timmons went into the Admiral’s office.
Admiral Craddock was standing looking out the window at the yards. This was slightly unusual because every other time they had entered his office he had been seated at work on something.
He turned around and said, “Come in. Take seats at the table. I need some coffee.”
Kelly offered to get it for him but was waved off. He came back in with Captain Hasselrode and they all sat at the conference table.
“I guess you three get to be the first to hear this. I haven’t even told my wife yet. I just got off the communicator with the Chief of Fleet Operations. I’ve been nominated for my third star to take over as the Chief of Fleet Intel. He said he has already greased the skids on this with the Senate. He expects my nomination to be approved with the next biennial Flag Officer Appointment and Promotion List, to be submitted in seven months. They expect the list to be finalized and ratified by the Senate in time for Christmas on Earth. I don’t know who will replace me. I may be able to name my own replacement, as Scout Force will come under Fleet Intel after the Defense Reorganization Act passes.”
All three officers congratulated the admiral and the consensus was that it was well deserved. Admiral Craddock looked at the three officers and said, “John, you don’t get a choice. I’m taking you with me up to Fleet Intel. You two,” pointing at Timmons and Kelly, “need to let me know when you’re coming up for your next assignment. I can get you a good assignment in Fleet Intel HQ or anywhere in Fleet Intel you want to go. Kelly, I know of the perfect job for you in a year and a half, when you turn over the Vigilant to its new captain. I just can’t tell you about it yet.”
The Admiral’s yeoman came in with a tray of glasses and two bottles of champagne. The bottles were opened, glasses filled, and they toasted to absent companions, to their continued good fortune, and to good luck and good hunting.
K’Taul was the third director of the T’Pifa Theoretical Research Institute in the last six months. His predecessors had been unable to make a working transporter gate from the stolen plans, and K’Taul was facing the same dilemma. He couldn’t understand what he was doing wrong. His demonstration machine was exactly according to the diagrams on the three plans, but every time he activated it, the room would fill with the foulest smelling brown smoke.
He knew he wasn’t long for this job if he could not get the device to work. He had called in the cypher team from the Imperial Analytical Cabal twice to ensure they understood the translation of the Blake’s language properly. He couldn’t help thinking the spies stole the wrong data or not all of it. Something must be missing. He was getting nowhere as he was.