Book 2: Chapter 53: Movements

Book 2: Chapter 53: Movements

USD: A few days later

Location: 92 Pegasi, Ackman Station, Portmaster Office



Portmaster Whitely frowned as he read another traffic report. The stations sensor network was not quite as advanced as an inner system stations, but it was still equivalent to a naval warship, even if the station wasnt armed.

There was a great need for accurate readings and monitor of system traffic after all.

Over the last month, he had been slammed by the rapid pace of changes in the system economy. On one hand there was a growing undercurrent of excitement and new activity. On the other there were numerous complaints from those who had lost their niche of business and were clamoring for regulations and punishments for their new competition.

That almost invariably led back to one company, Starlight Revolution, and its enigmatic owner, Alex. Just Alex.

He had poured over as much news and data as he could find in reference to the missing Princess from the Imperium. There was precious little, even for an ex-government official that had once worked heavily in the chambers of commerce in Sol itself.

Almost all the data was gossip or hearsay. He had drilled into it, until he had confirmed two facts.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

First, a Princess had disappeared from Sol. That had been truth, as Her Imperial Majesty Psi had confirmed it publicly.

Second, and more troubling, was that the disappearance had not been cordial; she had either been eliminated, or revolted against her mother and fled the Imperium.

Which was enough for the Portmaster to finally conclude that said princess was certainly in his system, on the frontier, with plans he did not understand. But he could guess, even if it seemed like madness.

One thing was certain, she was violating the most important treaty the four stellar powers were party to.

He had watched quietly, as she had slowly begun to build up her resources and assets in and around the asteroid belt. Her growing connections with the impoverished miners had granted her station a growing clout as a linchpin in the systems economy, as small as it was.

He imagined that, in time, the orbital would supplant the aging Ackman Station completely if things continued along as they were.

The system was a natural chokepoint to the inhabited world of Dedia and whatever future systems that lay beyond it.

He could not understand how the Princess thought she would get away with flouting international law, though. Beyond the current disputes and brewing tensions between the Corporate Systems and the Solarian Federation, he was sure both would unite and squash the Imperiums rebellious darling before she could hope to gain enough traction to become entrenched here.

There were no supply lines to the Imperium to 92 Pegasi that did not go through fortress systems that the other two powers held, and either one would likely respond with its own violation to the Nanite Accords. Shed have no support from her mother, even if the two could be reconciled.

Fear bit at his belly and he reached across his desk to uncork a flask of old whiskey he had been saving for years.

Although he was far disconnected from the news and current goings-on of diplomacy between nations, the situation felt rife with the risk of another interstellar war that hadnt been seen since the collapse.

As an ex-imperial citizen, Whitely didnt feel alarm at the Princesss presence, but he doubted many of the people in the system would feel the same way unless they were also ex-imperials.

The question he asked himself was what could he do about it?

All he could come up was nothing.

But he could do his best to mitigate the worst of what might happen with the meager resources he had. The first thing that came to mind was that he should contact a certain arms dealer and call in some favors.

It was long overdue that the frontier station be armed with defenses of its own.

War bred the worst sort of vultures and scavengers.

USD: Three weeks after the battle of 90 Pegasi

Location: 92 Pegasi, Starlight Revolution Convoy, Tears of Fire, en route to Ackman Station

Alex watched the two blips flanking the Tears on the navigational map. The two new freighters had been put into service and were running on automatic. That made them essentially two very, very big drones even if they had all the necessities and trappings a real crew would have needed.

Two very smart, but non-sentient AIs piloted them. She hadnt desired to create another sub-core yet. Having two was still a trial and she didnt have the resources to build the computronics to put one in every ship they built. The next core was promised to A31 anyway.

Alex poked a few more keys on the console, then decided to call the station. She had already filled the freighters with as much supplies and food as they had prepared with A31s food processing module. It still left a lot of space, and she knew that Ackman Station was likely to have built up a surplus since she had carried the relief supplies a month earlier.

Amy and Logan had remained with A3123Y to continue working on the construction operations.

Frowning, Alex continued with a bit of tightness in her voice. There is also the matter of the Rexxor. They arent just fauna but actual indigenous sapient lifeforms. Part of the information I sent on the packet ship was a message to be repeated to the IFRB and several embassies.

Both Mr. Wyles and Portmaster Whitely paled, for different reasons. They both started talking over one another.

Princess is that wise

Thats impossible! Depending on what goes on the colonists will be subject to grave sanctions!

Mr. Wyles voice boomed over the top of the Portmasters. Alex gave both men a moment to compose themselves.

Im sorry. I played several board games with one of the Queens in her hive personally. While Im not sure that all the members of the hive are sapient, Im sure they are sentient, while their leaders are most definitely Sapient.

Board games? Mr. Whitely sputtered then went silent.

Mr. Wyles shook his head shocked at the news. Alex understood his distress considering his connections to people there. Shaking away his unease he finally spoke.

I... Ill see about preparing a shipment. How many credits were you looking to spend on these food rations?

Ill send you the exact numbers for the cargo capacity that is still available on the freighters. Price is not an issue as long as it isnt gouging. Starlight Revolution no longer has cashflow problems, and I want to help the citizens on the colony not starve to death.

The arms dealer nodded, Ill get back to you before you arrive on station, then his picture winked out of the call.

Alex looked to the Portmaster who looked like he wanted to do the same.

Portmaster, did you want to discuss the specifics of the weapon systems you wanted to purchase for the station?

He let out a breath, but then nodded. Alex wasnt sure what had upset him so badly, although she understood that Wyles had friends or Family on Dedia, so that was an easy enough connection to make.

USD: Three and a half weeks after capture

Location: System next to 92 Pegasi, SMS Grazhdanin, Crew Quarters

Lieutenant Lavigne sat on a bench with a dozen other officers awaiting their turn to get lunch in the cafeteria. The CS goons that had taken over the ship had split up the officers from the enlisted personnel and stashed them all in separate compartments in the enormous section of the ship that was designated for passengers.

There were not enough of their captors to run the ship efficiently, and multiple times a day the power systems would flicker. The smell of stale air also periodically seeped through the ship which was alarming since the life-support capacity should not have been stressed with such a tiny fraction of people on board.

He did know from the grapevine that the CS soldiers were using some of the enlisted to assist them in engineering and possibly other sections. The sailors didnt have much choice if they didnt want to be spaced or executed so he didnt blame them.

But it burned, having the ship taken by their enemy without a fight, fully intact. Lavigne was not the only officer on board that cursed Captain Walkers name.

Resistance was not safe, though. Twice already an attempted recapture of the shipnot a mutinywas suppressed violently with CS marines gunning down the would-be dissenters.

They held the armories and all the firearms and armor on board the ship. A junior officer walked up to him, a slim piece of plastic in hand.

Lieutenant, here. Lavigne looked up and took the datapad offered to him by the ensign.

Looking at the information there, Lavignes eyes narrowed.

We didnt jump into Corporate space, but deeper into the frontier to Theta Corvi? Why?

The ensign shrugged, not knowing either. Sir, they spaced all the upper officers. I think youre the only bridge officer left.

That explained why the ensign had brought him the information first, but the words sent a chill down his spine. If he had been a rank higher, would he have been spaced with the others?

Lavigne turned his eyes to the datapad, thinking on their situation.

What use was a prize ship going deeper into contested space? More importantly, did this mean they would have a chance to regain the ship?

The ensign turned to go but Lavigne reached out and grabbed the younger mans arm. Go to the other senior lieutenants. Tell them I want to speak with them.

Best not to do it during lunch, sir. They are watching.

Lavigne nodded, After lights out.