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Jacob Renselaer and his fleet of eight starships are all that stand between a new attack by wasp-like aliens and the survival of the Kepler 10 colony world. His girlfriend Daisy helps as the new XO, while Jacob relies on a grizzled Marine to educate him in the ways of war. Jacob sends the Marines to attack a wasp ship. While the raid succeeds, things turn upside down when the relief fleet arrives from Earth, led by an admiral who takes overall command. Then a wasp attack fleet of 36 deadly ships shows up. Can humans defeat this giant fleet? Can they survive the artificial black holes created by the wasps? If they can't, 71,000 colonists will die. Jacob's ship will die. And any hope to stop humanity's first interstellar war will also die. Jacob must do what he never thought he could. He must lead his ship and his people and be the daring hero his father raised him to be.
T. Jackson King
T. Jackson King (Tom) is a professional archaeologist and journalist. He writes hard science fiction, anthropological scifi, dark fantasy/horror and contemporary fantasy/magic realism--but that didn't begin until he was 38. Before then, college years spent in Paris and in Tokyo led Tom into antiwar activism, hanging out with some Japanese hippies and learning how often governments lie to their citizens. The latter lesson led him and a college buddy to publish the Shinjuku Sutra English language underground tabloid in Japan in 1967. That was followed by helping shut down the UT Knoxville campus in 1968 and a bus trip to Washington D.C. for the Second March on Washington where thousands demanded an end to the Vietnam War. Temporary sanity returned when Tom worked in a radiocarbon lab at UC Riverside and earned an MA degree in archaeology from UCLA. His interests in ancient history, ancient cultures and journalism got him several government agency jobs that paid the bills, led him to roam the raw landscape of the Western United States, and helped him raise three kids. A funny thing happened on the way to normality. By the time he was 38 and doing federal arky work in Colorado, Tom's first novel STAR TRADERS was a stage play in his head that wouldn't go away. So he wrote it down. It got rejected. His next novel was published as RETREAD SHOP (Warner Books, 1988). It was off to the writing races and Tom's many voyages of imaginative discovery have led to 23 published novels, a book of poetry, and a conviction that when humans reach the stars, we will find them crowded with space-going aliens. We will be the New Kids On The Block. This theme appears in much of Tom's short fiction and novel writing. Tom lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA. His other writings can be viewed at http://www.tjacksonking.com.
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Battlegroup - T. Jackson King
T. Jackson King
Other King Novels
Battlestar (2016), Defeat The Aliens (2016), Fight The Aliens (2016), First Contact (2015), Escape From Aliens (2015), Aliens Vs. Humans (2015), Freedom Vs. Aliens (2015), Humans Vs. Aliens (2015), Earth Vs. Aliens (2014), Genecode Illegal (2014), The Memory Singer (2014), Alien Assassin (2014), Anarchate Vigilante (2014), Galactic Vigilante (2013), Nebula Vigilante (2013), Speaker To Aliens (2013), Galactic Avatar (2013), Stellar Assassin (2013), Retread Shop (2012, 1988), Star Vigilante (2012), The Gaean Enchantment (2012), Little Brother’s World (2010), Judgment Day And Other Dreams (2009), Ancestor’s World (1996).
Dedication
To my wife Sue, my son Keith and my dad Thomas, thank you all for your active duty service in defense of America.
Acknowledgments
First thanks go to scholar John Alcock and his book Animal Behavior, An Evolutionary Approach (1979). Second thanks go to the scholar Edward O. Wilson, whose book Sociobiology: The New Synthesis has guided me in my efforts to explore a future where humanity encounters life from other stars.
BATTLEGROUP
© 2016 T. Jackson King
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except for brief quotations for review purposes only.
Cover design by T. Jackson King; cover image by Luca Oleastri via Dreamstime license; back image of Carina Nebula, courtesy of Hubble Space Telescope
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ISBN 10: 1-53712-857-4
ISBN 13: 978-1-53712-857-3
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CHAPTER ONE
Captain, do we track down and kill that wasp ship?
Richard O’Connor asked Jacob.
He looked at the Kepler 10 holo graphic and considered the seven planets that orbited its yellow star, the vastness of the system’s Kuiper Belt, its millions of icy comets and moonlets, and the issue of whether to kill the wasp ship that had stayed behind when the rest of its fleet fled to Kepler 22. It was nine hours since this enemy ship had hit the planet Valhalla with two nukes and three lightning bombs, killing hundreds in a suburb of the capital Stockholm. Daisy had brought up twelve badly injured civilians for treatment in the Lepanto’s Med Hall, while the LCAs from the cruisers Chesapeake and Hampton Roads had done the same. The orbital Star Navy Base’s own Med Hall was treating 137 civies. But Stockholm’s single hospital was still overloaded with injuries from the three lightning bomb plasma blasts that had toppled buildings and sent gale-driven shrapnel into people.
The planet Valhalla, which he and the eight ships of his battle group were sworn to protect as Earth’s seventh colony world, had escaped total devastation thanks to the last battle against the invading wasp starships. Four wasp ships had left for their colony in the Kepler 22 system, while a fifth was now heading outward. Perhaps to the system’s cometary belt. Or maybe to leave by way of Alcubierre stardrive once it hit the edge of the system’s magnetosphere. The wasp ship’s outward vector gave him his answer.
Jacob looked down at the grade five chief warrant officer who sat in the Bridge seat of the ship’s dead former captain. His girlfriend Daisy was watching from the seat of the ship’s also dead former XO. Richard, we stay here, in orbit above Valhalla. That wasp ship is heading away from the planet. If it were coming back, I’d say englobe the bastard and take it out.
He sat back in the admiral’s seat that he had first sat in nine days ago. That was when Daisy had asked him why the Lepanto’s admiral, captain and XO were not answering their tablets, while meeting with wasp-like aliens on the fourth planet of Kepler 22. His pursuit of an answer to her question had led him to take command of the Battlestar Lepanto, to launch a Cloud Skimmer drone and then discover all the senior officers of the fleet were dead, killed during a First Contact encounter with the wasp aliens. The dead had included Rear Admiral Cornelius Johanson, who was the top of the chain of command on the Lepanto. With the help of Daisy as the ship’s new Executive Officer, and Richard as his combat advisor, the battle group had survived multiple space battles. It had cost them two frigates, 15 dead on the Chesapeake and hundreds more dead on Valhalla. But the 71,000 humans on the colony world were still alive, thanks to the efforts of everyone in the fleet.
The older man’s gray eyes blinked. He lifted a vacsuited hand to brush at his crewcut white hair, now possible due to everyone’s helmets being pushed back. Fresh air was a tonic to Jacob. Richard seemed indifferent to it. Like everyone on the Lepanto he still wore his vacsuit, due to the Alert Combat Ready ship status that had been in effect ever since the wasp ships had moved outward. The chief frowned. Understood and accepted, captain. But I bet one of my Darts could penetrate that ship’s hull, disperse our Marine boarders and capture some wasps and some tech before leaving. Also, the wasp ship is limping along at five percent of lightspeed. Any ship in our battle group could catch it.
Jacob nodded slowly. The Marine in charge of the ship’s boarding team of 20 Marines and four Dart assault ships had been disappointed that none of the Darts had been used by Jacob during the space battles. The vulnerability of the Darts to concentrated energy beam weapons was one reason. You are correct. Any of our ships could catch that wasp ship. But half our ships are damaged. Crews are exhausted. Why risk more lives in chasing a ship that may disappear from this system?
Memory of an order he’d given to Science Deck chief Alicia Branstead gave him his other reason. If the wasp ship stays in this system, maybe out in its Kuiper Belt, well, that leaves us an enemy ship that may respond to future cartoon vids we send them.
He nodded toward where Willard Steinmetz sat before his Science station. Maybe Willard or Lori or one of Lieutenant Branstead’s algorithm geeks can figure out how to create a pheromone transmitter. If they do, that wasp ship could be a test subject for them. This war began due to a failure to communicate.
The senior Marine, who had earned a scar on his left cheek when he’d led a battalion in the assault on the jihadist-held capital of Mauritius, looked disappointed. Yeah, there’s that. Communications with these aliens might be useful. Could provide us with counterintel while helping to mess with wasp morale.
Jacob almost sighed. The man’s single-minded focus on the wasps as the enemy had been vital during the space battles his ships had fought in two star systems. But as he had shared with Richard, Daisy and the entire Bridge crew at the end of the last battle, he hoped they could avoid further bloodshed. The multiple wasp attacks on the ships of his battle group had been unrelenting. It was the first interstellar war for humans. Whether it continued depended on more factors than Jacob could count. For one, the four wasp ships that had escaped by going out to the edge of the local star’s magnetosphere and disappearing into Alcubierre space-time might return. With lots more wasp ships. Whatever the aliens did, he was committed to staying in the Kepler 10 system to protect Valhalla while they waited for reinforcements from Earth. He’d sent off the frigate Ofira to report on the wasp aliens, the space battles and his need for more ships to defend the system. It would take the frigate twenty-two and a half days to travel the 564 light years to Earth, and the same time to come back to Kepler 10. That meant Jacob and his battle group had 45 days to wait before any help arrived. He hoped the wasp home star was further away than Earth. If it was less, they could face a new invading force at any time in the future. He blinked. More worrying over a future he could not predict had little value. He smiled at the Marine who’d answered his call to be part of his brain trust.
Richard, you were vital to the success of our battles. I value your insight. Tell your Marines they will have a chance to use their Darts, in the future.
The Bridge had gone silent during his conversation with the Marine, which told him the nine people at function stations and Daisy too were paying close attention. I give you my word.
The man’s white eyebrows lifted, then he gave a nod. Captain Renselaer, you led us well. Your word is good enough for me. Anyway, I follow orders.
The man turned away and tapped his armrest to bring up a holo in front of his seat.
Jacob looked to Daisy, who sat to the left of Richard and below his own elevated seat. She nodded to him and turned away to look at her own group of holos. One on her left held a situational graphic of the entire Kepler 10 system. It showed the positions of all seven planets, with Valhalla in the fourth orbital, an asteroid belt at 12 AU and a Kuiper Belt-like scatter of comets and ice moons at 35 to 45 AU. The magnetosphere’s edge lay at 45 AU. A trip that took 52 hours to get there. Another holo in front of Daisy showed a cross-section of the Lepanto, its seven decks and the status of all deck operations, from Supplies to Habitation to Weapons up top. The ship’s three fusion pulse thrusters were functioning fine, as were the three fusion power plants that occupied the central core of the ship on Engines Deck. That deck occupied the back half of Command Deck. The circular room of the Bridge lay at the ship’s front end, sheltered by two meters of armor, a layer of water, the inner hull and intervening decks. Unlike the old Star Trek vids, no one looked out through a clear plexi window at true space. That was the function of multiple sensor arrays. Jacob took a deep breath and told himself to stop putting off what he now needed to do.
"Communications, give me a comlink with Captain O’Sullivan on Green Hills station."
The 50ish Japanese-American chief warrant officer, who he’d come to know as Andrew Osashi, tapped the control pillar in front of his function station seat. Encrypted neutrino comlink established. Imagery going up front.
The image of an Asian male ensign wearing his Service Khaki uniform now appeared on the front wallscreen of the Bridge. He sat at a table in a room filled with flatscreens, radar and lidar arrays and three control panels. The man looked surprised.
Captain Renselaer! Is there a problem?
Ensign Mikoto, ask Captain O’Sullivan to come to your station,
Jacob said calmly, hoping to convey a sense of ease to the man who had watched as starships fought in the black space between Valhalla and its moon, even as his own captain ordered the station’s six proton lasers to zap nuke warheads and plasma lightning globes aimed at the world below. And there is no problem. Just needed coordination.
The slim, thirty-something man looked down, tapped his touchscreen and spoke. Captain O’Sullivan, report to the Com room. Captain Renselaer is calling.
Black eyes looked up. He scanned Jacob’s Bridge before fixing on him. Sir, the captain has been notified. He is awake. Should be here in a minute or two.
Thank you, ensign.
Filling the space between Jacob and the wallscreen were the nine function stations that ran vital operations of the Lepanto. He scanned the women and men at those posts. He knew them all. They had come to know him. And he had learned he could trust them to do their jobs well, to fight with all their energy, and to go long hours on Awake pills without complaint.
The front wallscreen’s image of the Com room of the orbital Star Navy base brought back memories. Three days earlier it had been the first human image he’d seen when his battle group had arrived at the edge of the system’s magnetosphere. It and a single frigate had been the only protection for Valhalla, until his fleet had arrived. The room’s hatch opened and O’Sullivan entered. He was tall, Anglo and had some gray in his short hair. Like Mikoto he wore brown Service Khakis. O’Sullivan stopped just behind the seat occupied by the ensign. His hazel eyes fixed on Jacob.
Captain Renselaer, what can I do for you?
"We need help with our repairs. Half our ships have some damage to them, with the worst being the Chesapeake. It lost its right side proton laser node, Jacob said quickly.
Does your station have the repair bots, laser units and engineers to assist in its repair? And in helping with the repairs on other ships of our battle group?"
O’Sullivan turned thoughtful. A tanned hand rubbed his bare chin. We can help. This base is more than an orbital defense station. Yes, we have replacement proton laser units in storage. My chief engineer has twenty folks under him who are good at freefall welding and fixing of stuff on ships.
The man’s voice trailed away. What else do you need done?
A good question. Jacob had not yet had a final post-battle consult with the new captains of the other ships in his fleet. But he knew the issues for his ship. "The Lepanto has multiple hull punch throughs and damaged areas. We need a new plasma battery up top, a new railgun launcher on our nose, repairs to our belly plasma battery, and new hull plating over deep holes on our nose, belly and tail. Any chance you can vacuum pour armor metal?"
O’Sullivan shook his head. No on the armor replacement. That takes a true shipyard. But we do have a few plasma battery units. This station has them on its north and south poles. And I think my chief engineer can round up the components to repair or replace your nose railgun. We’ve got the magcoils for that work. What else?
Jacob felt relief. Below him Daisy held up a fist to signal he’d done good. Up front, Joaquin Garcia at Life Support smiled back at him as Jacob tended to issues the man and his deck chief had dealt with during their exit from Kepler 22. And during their 52 hour transit across Kepler 10 system. He gave O’Sullivan a smile.
Billy, I’ll let you know what else is needed after I have a confab with our other ship captains,
Jacob said, giving the man a sign of personal appreciation by using his first name. "Your help during the last battle deserves a reward. Maybe a bottle of Chateau Riche cabernet sauvignon from 2074?"
The man grinned, as did Mikoto who was seated below the standing captain. Sounds just fine, Jacob.
Below him, Mikoto tapped at something on his desk’s control panel. Then pointed. O’Sullivan’s easy smile faded. A somber look filled the man’s face. The governor reports from Stockholm that the final death toll from the plasma lightning bombs is now 343, counting folks who died during surgeries. They are tending to 471 injured survivors at their hospital. Fortunately, an elementary school that was hit in the Salonika neighborhood had been evacuated to the countryside, thanks to your earlier warning of the pending attack.
More ghosts now joined the ones from the frigates Britain and Marianas, the fifteen from Chesapeake and seven who had died on other ships during the wasp attacks. It was a weight on his shoulders Jacob had first felt in Kepler 22, in the first battle with the wasps. The death of hundreds was something O’Connor had in common with him, due to the man’s bloody experiences in Mauritius and elsewhere. He’d been a colonel then. After retiring from the Marines, he’d come back to duty aboard the Lepanto as the chief warrant officer for its boarding team. The deaths reminded him of another duty. Jacob looked down.
Lieutenant Stewart, how fare the civie casualties you brought up here in your LCA?
Daisy, who had been watching the images of O’Sullivan and Mikoto on the front wallscreen, turned and looked up to him. Her dark brown face scrunched up. All twelve are still alive in our Med Hall. The doctor and nurses there are doing surgeries on the worst ones. Two are in stasis until they can be helped. Triage, you know.
O’Sullivan looked from Daisy up to him. Jacob, the LCAs from your three ships did wonders in evacing folks from the three neighborhoods hit by the bombs. They landed in spaces our ground cars could not get to. We only have three aircars on the whole planet, and some copters. Thank you for that help.
Jacob nodded. Visiting Stockholm and seeing some of the people he and his ships had saved was one item on his long To Do list. First things first, though. Billy, thanks for the info on casualties. Lieutenant Jefferson did her best to zap that attacking wasp ship. But it survived and is now heading out system. There is no indication it will return.
O’Sullivan showed relief. Glad to hear that. We’ve been tracking it on our moving neutrino scanner. Do you expect the other four wasp ships to return soon? Or can folks in the shelters head out to their homes and farms?
They can head out,
Jacob said, giving thanks for the cluster of his battle group ships that orbited close to the Star Navy space station. As you know, any new ships that arrive will take 52 hours to get to Valhalla. We’re maintaining our own moving neutrino scanner watch. If new wasp ships arrive before our Earth reinforcements, my fleet will protect you and the folks on Valhalla.
The man looked tired. O’Sullivan was in charge of the Star Navy base and its 312 enlisted and officers. He’d been awake almost continuously since the Lepanto and Jacob’s battle group had arrived in orbit above Valhalla. Awake pills did wonders. But crews could not stay on them indefinitely. The base captain rubbed his eyes, looked aside at some of the wallscreens, then back to Jacob.
I know you will, Jacob.
He turned thoughtful. "Just wondering about the future. Like you and everyone else. Well, my chief engineer and his folks will start work on the Chesapeake as soon as she moves to parking orbit next to our Hanger Two. Keep me posted on your future needs."
Will do, Captain O’Sullivan,
Jacob said, moving their casual chat back to the formality expected of officers in a combat zone. Let me talk to Lieutenant Commander Swanson about moving close to your station. She and the other captains are meeting with me in three hours. We’ll know what’s what soon enough.
O’Sullivan nodded. "Understood. Star Navy base Green Hills out."
The man’s image disappeared from the curving front wallscreen. The wide expanse of the planet Valhalla now filled it. Green forests, yellow plains, purple mountains and the eastern seacoast where Stockholm was located shone bright in the daylight of Kepler 10. Briefly he wondered if the colonists had given the G-type star a name. Did they call it Odin, the chief god of ancient Scandinavia? He pushed aside the musing. Researching the human colony on Valhalla was another item on his To Do list.
Captain,
called Osashi. "Incoming neutrino call from Lieutenant Jefferson of the Philippine Sea."
Duty returned to him. Put it up on the front wallscreen. And share it with everyone by way of the All Ship vidcom. Also share it with our other battle group ships.
The man who was just five years from full retirement nodded, tapped his control pillar, then spoke. Going up. Her signal and our response are now being shared with everyone.
One of Jacob’s first decisions as acting captain had been to share everything that happened on the Bridge with the other decks and personnel of the Lepanto. He’d done it thinking his crew and fellow officers needed to know what was happening, in view of the death of most Command Deck officers. A similar reason led him to share most of what he did on the Bridge with the other ships in the battle group. Like the Lepanto, each of them was being led by a new captain who had forced open the dead captain’s digital safe, found the ship status change code, and given it to the ship’s AI so they could assume full ship control. His close friends Quincy and Kenji had told him that his sharing had reassured crew folks shocked by the sudden change in command. And by the later attack of the wasp-like aliens. The appearance of Joy Jefferson as an image inset in the middle of the planet’s image drew his attention.
Lieutenant Jefferson, what’s up?
The blue-eyed blond looked anxious. She occupied one of the two seats in the middle of her ship’s Bridge. To her left sat a young woman whom Jacob knew came from Wales. His access to the admiral’s personnel files had helped him learn people names, duties and personal histories. The name of Joy’s new XO was Aelwen Rhydderch. But it was the new captain who captured his attention. She scowled.
Captain, that bastard wasp ship is getting away!
Jefferson said quickly. We killed one of its engines. Let me finish the job! Please, sir.
Jacob almost smiled at how the lanky woman had belatedly added ‘please’ to her demand. He had come to appreciate her fight hunger. And the abilities of her destroyer and its crew. Her demand brought back Richard’s issue. Captain Jefferson, I have decided we will not destroy the departing wasp ship. I have several reasons. But the primary one is it will serve as a test subject for our next cartoon vid effort at opening communications.
He paused, noticed how Rosemary O’Hara at Tactical was playing close attention, and felt renewed amusement. She was another deadly woman. That ship will take another 40 hours to reach the magnetosphere. Lieutenant Branstead has assured me her algorithm geeks will have a new vid to transmit before then. Be patient.
A thought hit him hard. Jefferson, if that wasp ship stays in the system, do you think you could track it down?
The woman’s disappointed expression moved quickly to eagerness. Yes! Even if they hide inside a comet their reactors will still send out neutrinos. We can find it. Do we kill it then?
Jacob sighed. Where did this long-limbed straw blond get her energy? Maybe the same place Daisy got hers, thinking back to his girlfriend’s intense curiosity and fanatically perfect piloting abilities. No, you do not kill it.
He looked up at the room’s gray metal ceiling. Yellow light strips crisscrossed it in checkerboard patterns. Melody,
he called to his ship’s artificial intelligence. "Does the destroyer Philippine Sea have the capability to bring an assault Dart inside its cargohold?"
A low hum now sounded. Unlikely. The destroyer’s cargohold access hatch is twelve meters long by six high. A Dart measures twenty meters long by seven high. Entry into the cargohold is not physically possible.
Jacob had known the size of the Dart. It was the details of the destroyer’s airlock hatches and cargohold entry that he’d not known. Still, every destroyer in his battle group was a big starship. They measured 300 meters in length. Half the size of a cruiser and one-third the size of a Battlestar. The excited look of Jefferson and Aelwen told him those people were pumped by his idea. What about attachment to a destroyer’s outer hull? Is that possible?
It is possible,
the AI said, sounding curious as its speech recognition software sought an analogue to Jacob’s voice tone. "The plasma battery on the top of the Philippine Sea lies in the middle of the ship’s hull. A Dart could be attached ahead or behind the battery, to the ship’s sides or to its belly."
The AI’s talkativeness was novel to Jacob. Especially in view of its past history of blaming humans for being redundant in speech. How long would it take to weld attachment latches onto the ship’s hull? If they were similar to the latches that hold cargo.
Four hours, twenty-seven minutes and nine seconds, using repair robots,
the AI said, its tone moving to machine flatness. However,
it said, its voice becoming almost eager. Placement of two gravity plates on the belly of the Dart would be desirable. Setting the plates to a two gee pull would further hold the Dart to the destroyer’s hull.
Below him Richard was looking up, his eyebrows lifted as the man’s curiosity over Jacob’s unfolding plans grew. He gave the Marine a thumbs-up, then looked at the wallscreen. Lieutenant Jefferson, if I arranged with the Star Navy base engineers to weld on the needed latches, could your ship maneuver decently with three Darts attached to your hull?
Jefferson’s blue eyes brightened. She clenched her fists. Yes! Between the latches and the added gravity plates the Darts would be secure during our transit. And our ship’s eco-system can handle the additional fifteen Marines.
Jacob nodded, then met the gaze of the Marine leader. Chief O’Connor, it occurs to me that the most direct source of pheromone emitting radios is on this wasp ship. While I hope Lieutenant Branstead’s cartoon video gets a positive response, it seems to me taking further action before wasp reinforcements arrive is worthwhile. What is your opinion?
I like it,
the man said, his deep bass voice filling the Bridge. Do we make multiple hull entries after we arrive?
Jacob understood the man wanted to know whether all the Darts would be used in the assault on the wasp ship, or just one with two as backups. "Yes. Use all three Darts. We do not know how the wasp ship is arranged internally, other than the obvious presence of weapons rings on its nose, middle and tail, and fusion pulse exhausts at its tail. Three entries gives your