“Medical team to Corridor J-9, section 31! Officer down, officer down!” Jacob tried to hold Commodore Archer steady as she convulsed, thrashing back and forth in the hallway like she was having a seizure. He straddled her, holding her wrists to prevent her from clawing at the red welts she’d already cut into her face. The woman was screaming incomprehensibly, frothing and shaking like she’d been hit by a stunner.
Chapter 12: October 20th, 4233CurareGrey ZoneUnited Terran Concord +transmission: intercepted+ “…peat, this is GSSNS Acquisitor… days out of Firmament… …one hear us? …to Barbossa… …arrival, received mult… …trss calls… …wiped out! Everyone, everything… dead! …tected ov… …hundred ships! The planet, completely… …million people! …picked us up, don’t know… Ran, tried to hide in the… found…… Continue reading Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 12
Arykka looked up as she heard the faint ssht sounds of the brig’s outer doors opening and closing. The murmurs grew louder, but were sharper then she was used to. Darker. As soon as they had started preventing her from sleeping, she’d expected something like this. She was not a Weaver, she didn’t know how the Fleet’s intelligence corps extracted information from their prisoners, nor had she had never cared to find out. Her job was to slay, not talk. She suspected that the most recent visitors combined the traits. She faced the new arrivals, drawing herself up proudly and bared her teeth in a feral grin.
"Taking the moral high ground is a luxury we don’t have, Hawthorne. This isn’t about ideology like it was with the Resurgency, it’s not about territory and self-determination like it was with the League. This war is one of survival, sir. We just have to be the ones standing when the dust settles. No matter what the Inner Worlds might delude themselves into thinking or saying, there’s only way to coexist with butchers like these. And if – if! – some sort of settlement is reached, do you think that the Lefu are going to complain about the treatment of one pilot, when they’ve slaughtered millions?”
“We’re almost there,” Hiro said between clenched teeth, his knuckles white on the armrests as his ship and crew died around him. The Hydra hadn’t blown him out of the sky. That was, he supposed, a good thing. But their careful bursts meant that they weren’t trying to kill him; they were trying to take him. If they’d gone to heavier or rapid fire, there’d be nothing left of his command but free-floating atoms. Their arrogance was going to cost them. He was going to make sure of- “Target hit!” the exultant cry came from one of the gunnery stations. “By God, target hit! She’s venting air!”
The thought of allowing a Confed ship to put his own, no matter what she looked like, in its sights was not something that Goldstein would have ever accepted graciously before, but right now he was prepared to accept the Concords’ little games if it meant a meal not served from ration packs and water that didn’t come from an alien reclamation system. “Let her come in; we’ve got nothing to worry about. Tell the flight pods to prepare for boarding; they’ll want to put in an appearance.” He should feel relieved, but that uncertain feeling was still there.
Goldstein licked his lips. Something wasn’t right. He didn’t know what, but he could feel it. His grandfather, a sea-farmer through and through, had been able to predict storms as if by magic; he’d been a part of the oceans so long that he’d developed a sixth sense about them. The senior captain felt that way now. There was nothing before his ship but empty space and the slowly growing, banded sphere of Hyperion Meta. Everything was quiet, but that silence felt wrong.
The redhead leaned back in her chair, brushing the loose forelock of hair out of her eyes as it again slipped down into them. Even with the fleeting contact she’d had with Arykka, no one was any closer to understanding why the Lefu had attacked them without warning or provocation. You are Enemy. That is enough.
“BXA analysts have put forward several theories, but there’s no corroboration for any of them,” Adeipho continued, doing his best not to grind his teeth. He was aware of his characterization as an ‘empty suit’. In fact, unkind observers had commented that when Rodriquez and Erasmus met, the PDP Assemblywoman ensured that there would be two fine suits in the room, but only one actual person. He was the President of the United Terran Concord, damn it! The largest, longest-lasting civilization in history. Sure, he was prepared to admit that Rodriquez had helped, but he knew he could have done it on his own. But yet, here the president of the United Terran Concord was, giving a briefing like one of his own aides. And Rodriquez didn’t even seem to notice. If the other members of his cabinet had, they wisely kept their mouths shut.
It had slipped into the system two days ago, unseen and undetected. The Enemy were attempting to refurbish their brightspace tracking systems to detect single-ship incursions, but according to the information squealed to it from a Scouting Vessel, they were awaiting a shipment of specialized parts and systems. The Fire Knives had wreaked more havoc then anticipated and severely crippled the Major Enemy Base’s production capability. That was encouraging.