Eric Olafson, Midshipman 31

Part 31: DECK 54

The Devastator was an enormous ship and the outer corridor of Deck 54 circled the ship at the horizontal equator of the main hull. It was almost seventy clicks long. There were IST (Inter ship transport) stations in regular intervals, every 20 meters was a security door, open during normal operations that could be closed in an eye blink and reinforced with force field curtains. Dividing the entire ship in millions of individual sealed compartements.All Union military ships had the same feature, it hampered the progress of a potential intruder or boarding party, could isolate and quarantine sections of the ship or limit casualties in the case of hull breaches. There were two slide belts in the middle of the hexagonal shaped corridor, one for each direction.

Deck 54 was divided like a pie into seventy sectors. From the main outer corridor, passageways led like the spokes of a wheel to the center. Experienced crew members always started from the center to go to whatever destination they needed to go, that was something I learned much later however. Each Deck was futher divided in Sector, Sub Sector and Segment. Each Sector had ten sub sectors and each Sub sector 10 Segments. All very logical marked with signs pictograms and color coding. You could ask the ever present Computronic for directions or request a Direction light, and a small projected ball of light hovered before you and get you were you needed to go.

IST connections carried you close to your destination anyway. All this was great, but not with seven or twelve beers and a few aquavits to top them off on an almost empty stomach. I had to tell Stahl about the Y’All first, then about my time aboard the Hyperion, about Nilfeheim and basic training. While I wasn’t really drunk I was certainly not sober anymore. No I had to correct myself, I was drunk. That bottle of Aquavit was empty when I left. So it took me almost an hour to find “Midshipman Country”. That was a segment of Deck 54, officially designated Sector Nine, Subsector nine, Segment Blue four but commonly known as Noob Country.

Before I could find my quarters and my bunk, Lt. Merkus found me, displaying careful coifed locks and a leathers chest plate, he was without a doubt Pan Saran. Leather Chest plate meant he came up from the ranks before becoming an officer.

He eyed me disapprovingly. “Ah his excellency Ex Captain Olafson decided to show up after all. Wearing Captains gold illegally and you are intoxicated too. Looks like you needed the entire width of the corridor to navigate. You are neck deep in trouble, Mister.”

That triade and the prospect to end the day in the brig helped to sober me up a little. “Sir I had no opportunity to change my uniform yet. I had a beer with Admiral Stahl and I am off duty, Sir.”

“Oh you’re drinking buddies with God now and you think rules don’t apply to you. I have news for you, Mister. Down here I am God and I make the rules as I see fit and you will follow them or spend the rest of the year in the brig.”

I didn’t say a word. I knew he would not listen and found a welcome target in me. I simply stood in attention and waited for the things to come. I had a hard time to suppress a giggle that stuck in my throat; oh Odin let me pass this test. I was drunk.

Merkus Com unit beeped and I heard Stahl’s voice. “Mr. Merkus I have relieved Midshipman Olafson from his temporary assignment commanding the ship. He is on his way to you. Give him at least fourteen hours rest before you begin regular training.”

Merkus pressed his lips together. “Yes Sir. He is right here. I was about to send him to the brig and have him appear before a hearing board. This insubordinate midshipman appears to be heavily intoxicated and parades around in Captains Gold, Sir.”

Stahl’s voice became sharper. “That was my fault, Lieutenant, but he is off duty and wears that uniform from his last assignment. So why is he sent to the brig? I will be present at that hearing if there is one.”

“He is not sent to the brig, Sir. I thank you for clarification and I will see that he gets rest.”

“Luitenant, I don’t condone special privileges but I also oppose bullying and rank abuse, Stahl out.”

Merkus was not happy with that development I could tell and he said.”Follow me. I guess the little prince needs a beauty rest. Enjoy it while you can.”

My quarters so it turned out was a dorm with nine beds and nine lockers. There was a hygiene facility attached to the dorm. A table and a collection of chairs completed the rooms’ inventory. No one else was here. To my surprise I found my space-bag sitting before a locker labeled Olafson and one bed was also labeled with my last name.

“Want me you to wipe your nose or perhaps tell you a bed time story? Nothing is too good for the drinking buddy of the Man.”

“Sir, I know whatever I say to you will make things probably worse but let me say this. I did not ask for what happened to me. It simply happened. On my honor I do not intend to disrespect you or disobey your orders. I will do my best to satisfy your training requirements and accept punishment you see fit.”

He gave me a cold look but his tone was less harsh. “Maybe you didn’t get enough sleep up there. So hit the rack. Besides your rest are Admirals orders.”

“Thank you Sir.” I saluted and he left.

I was more tired than I realized as I climbed into the bed after arranging my locker according to regulations and taking a shower.

How long I had slept I couldn’t say but a noise woke me. I felt groggy and exhausted, I could not have slept very long, Board lights still were in day mode and I went to bed around 1400 hrs. Then I got shocked in to bright alertness, as if someone threw a bucket of Ice Eels at me because red skinned Dai-Than walked through the door.

They had boarded the ship, was my first thought. I had overlooked another Dai force or perhaps they had used some way of fooling our sensors and managed to board and overwhelm ship security.

I catapulted out of the bed, grabbed a chair yelled. “Intruder alert.”

The Dai went into a fighting stance, but to late my attack was a total surprise to him. The Dai even wore a fleet uniform.

I slammed the chair across his head and when he stumbled, dropped kicked him into the stomach. I didn’t see a weapon or blaster on him, he was taller than me and very athletic built. My drop kick slammed him against the wall and I jumped to finish him off, but was caught in mid-air by hairy legs.

“Stop Eric.” It was Krabbel the Archa who held me.

“Krabbel, We are being boarded, this is a Dai.”

“No Eric we are not being boarded. This is midshipman Har-Hi and he is our and your dorm mate.”

The Dai was a mess. He was bleeding from the head wound and held his stomach as he came to his feet. He coughed looking at me in the most hostile fashion. “Who is this?”

Now I noticed Mao-Mao was here as well, Circuit and Elfiatra came through the door after him.

Krabbel said. “This is Eric Olafson our Dorm mate.”

I realized I had made a terrible mistake. I stared at the Dai and asked meekly.”You are a Midshipman?”

He stiffened and stared at me with anger.”Yes Human I am.”

I lowered my head.” I am sorry. I am really sorry. I did not know there are Dai in the Fleet. I just came from the bridge fighting a Dai Fleet and thought we have been boarded. You may call the Lieutenant now and have me arrested. I will take full responsibility for this.”

“I will not call this half-wit. It is I who demands satisfaction. We are going to the gym now and we will fight and there I will kill you.”

I sighed.” Then let’s go.”

Mao tried to stop us. “Har-Hi, what he did was awful but an honest mistake. You are a Dai you are five times stronger than him, you will kill him and that wouldn’t be good.”

“No human cowardly attacks me, wounds me and lives. I am Dai.”

The Gym was not too far from our quarters and had the usual fitness and exercise equipment.

The Dai pointed at a sparring square for hand to hand exercises and said.” I am Dai Than trained since birth to be warrior. I have bested the finest and strongest among my kind. I am stronger than you and far superior in fighting skills. If you step into that ring with you I will kill you, but you are just a weak and cowardly human and I will accept your surrender now.”

“I am Eric Olafson, Neo Viking from Nilfeheim. You might be stronger and far superior and all that. I apologized for my action, Dai, but if fighting you and dying is the only way to make things right then I fight you and perhaps die, but I will not now or ever surrender or have my honor questioned by you or anyone. So let’s get it on.”

“You value honor I see. I will respect you for that and make it quick.”

He stepped into the ring and if only half of what I had learned and heard about the Dai-Than was true he was superior to me in every aspect, especially now that I would not have the element of surprise and still felt drunk and groggy, so I had to rely on swift unannounced attack again I followed him and hammered my elbow in his neck. “I am sorry but I cannot let you get the upper hand.”

He staggered forward, whirled around and caught me with a spinning kick at the shoulder; he was so fast that I was still trying to block it when he connected.

The kick had been aimed at my temple, and hit my upper arm block instead. My shoulder throbbed with pain and his fist that followed the kick was blurring fast. This time I did not face some bar room brawler but a trained killer. I blocked it better this time and executed a throw Master Alema would have been proud off, he did not fall as I expected but catapulted. He advanced and hit me with his left fist at the chest, barley missing my solar plexus, sending black stars of pain before my eyes. I knew I would not last much longer, the last hit had send me to the floor with no air in my lungs left, I rolled away from a furious stomp attack that would have crushed my rib cage. I yelled, Har-Hi behind you.”

He instinctively turned and I buried my knee with all force I could muster between his legs, hoping Dai males where as vulnerable as human males. He was and that anatomical fact most likely saved my life, because he was bending forward in pain his hands moving to his crotch and I used my chance and hit him with my head under the chin with everything I could muster.

He stumbled backwards, bleeding from his mouth and spitting a tooth into my direction I could see he already recovered and I was not able to carry on much longer. A sharp voice stopped us both.” What in Cesar’s name is going on here?”

Mao yelled. “Officer on deck.”

Lt. Merkus approached and I struggled to get into attention. The Dai could barely stand as well.

He looked me up and down and then he inspected Har-Hi.” Olafsons face looks like a raw steak and from the looks of it a broken arm. Har-Hi has a head wound and looks like run over by gang of robots. While there is nothing wrong with my seniors using their spare time practicing or exercising, don’t even try to tell me you were in a friendly sparring match.”

Merkus faced Har-Hi. “Were you trying to kill each other?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Let me guess you were angry at Olafson because he blasted that entire Dai Fleet?”

“Not initially but yes Sir I must admit it added to my rage, Sir.”

“Mr. Olafson you were challenged and perhaps insulted by the Dai?”

“No, Sir. I started it.”

“I might have overlooked the fighting, but I won’t allow any bigotry under my watch. Mr. Har-Hi if you feel that strongly against Olafson for what he did then I suggest you quit this fleet and go back to your kind. Mr. Olafson if you insulted the Dai and mocked him because you killed his kind then I will make sure you won’t come back for duty because I have you thrown out of the Navy.”

Mao still in attention said.” Sir Permission to speak, Sir.”

“You witnessed it all?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Then go ahead give me a detailed account.”

“Olafson was sleeping like a rock when we came of duty and I ran into a chair making a noise that startled him and just then Har-Hi walks in. Olafson literally flies out of bed grabs a chair and hammers Har-Hi with it. While he yells Intruder Alert. They never met before, Sir. When we were assigned to this dorm and introduced to our dorm mates, Olafson was on the bridge. He pounded the Dai pretty hard but Krabbel separated them. Olafson explained that he just came from a battle fighting the Dai and the first thing he saw when he woke was a Dai and he thought we had been boarded. He actually recommended that we call you so he can be placed under arrest and face charges, but Har Hi wanted to fight and kill him to regain his honor or something like that. That is all and that’s what happened sir.”

“I could check the records but I know you speak the truth, Mr. Mao”

He was not as angry as before. “Get to Sick bay and get fixed up. Since you both had enough energy to fight. You can’t be too tired. So after you are cleared from sickbay I want you both report to environmental services at Bottom Deck and report to Chief Harboro. There are environmental tanks that need cleaning and you both will do that until further notice.”

“Aye Sir.” We both responded.

“I will leave it at that, this time, but if I even suspect you both trying to do this again. I will go by the book, understood?”

“Yes Sir”

Sickbay had us fit for duty in an hour and we went to Chief Harboro as ordered.

We tried the best to ignore each other on our way to Bottom Deck.

A star ship of any size had environmental systems. It was here where atmosphere was provided, air recycled and waste processed.

Water was part of this cycle and among the most important commodities aboard a star ship. Every drop of it was returned to the system. Nanites and engineered bacteria processed the waste-materials that were taken out of the water in huge tanks, broken down into raw material groups to be recycled into food, clothing and other things.

The Devastator was no exception and because of its size the Environmental department was just as humongous and located at the lowest deck, called Bottom Deck in some ships and basement in others.

Harboro was a stocky built Ult and he had taken to the Terran habit of smoking. He smoked a big brown objects and he was chewing on it at the same time as he examined us.” Ah Midshipmen, I just love to see you down here. Tank 345 needs cleaning and I think my cleaning bots are otherwise occupied.”

We followed him up a ladder and to a round access door. Harboro took the brown smoke thing out of his fish mouth and pointed with it at a hatch hat was opening slowly.” The task is simple. Take a scraper and scrape off all the algae and slime of the walls and throw it on the conveyor at the bottom of the tank. Now I am Ult and don’t have any sense of smell but I was told that humans find the smell revolting. So if you throw up, use the conveyor. Have fun you two.”

He was not kidding, the smell was the worst stench I ever smelled and the first whiff of it made me gag so bad I thought I suffocate.

Dai’s seemed to be just as sensitive to odors as humans, he didn’t fare much better.

The inside of the tank was immense and at least 20 meters in diameter and almost 50 meters high. With Grav boots we walked up the walls and started scraping. The slime was dark green almost black and sticky as warm tar.

I lost track of time scraping and gagging, and at one point I only dry heaved there was nothing left to throw up. The smell was so thick I could taste it almost feel it on my tongue and the very thought of having that oozing slime in my mouth made me gag even more.

“I wonder why they don’t issue breathing gear for this task.” I cursed.

“Because it would not be as revolting, there is no need for anyone to do this. Nanites and robots can do it. It’s meant as a punishment.” Har-Hi answered.

I looked up the walls and what we had done so far and sighed.” We are going to be here for a long time.”

“A long time indeed, I fear this is not the only tank. There are at least 344 more.”

“Do they have tanks like this on Dai-Ships?”

“Yes, ours are ball shaped but do the same thing.”

“Ever cleaned one?”

“Considering what we Dai eat, I am thankful I never have.”

We hadn’t cleaned more than maybe ten percent when the Ult stuck his head in. “Hey you two. Captain Harris wants you both on the double. That means right away and no side tours. He is waiting for you at Flight control, Hangar deck 12.”

We dropped the scrapers and went as fast to the next IST as we could.

A human female officer exited the IST as we entered and she put her hand over her mouth and started gagging as she passed us.

“I bet we stink up that IST car too. “ I grinned.

“Perhaps the next users will throw up getting a nose of this.” Har Hi grinned back.

“I wish we had time to clean up before we face the Captain. It’s not a good thing to make the Captain gag.”

“We can’t, no side tours.”

“We are going to be in trouble for that, no matter what.”

“Well there are 344 more tanks.”

Moments later we reached the flight deck and a Lt Commander I had not seen before cursed and stepped back.” Are you two insane?”

Harris turned, looked at us and also stepped back.” Oh my lord what an awful stench. I ordered them to come on the double. I did not know they were cleaning tanks.”

He put his hand over his mouth.” Both of you get cleaned up and come back as fast as you can.”

The Lt Commander who was with the captain said. “There are hygiene facilities and an auto dresser over there. Dial the Dresser for Quasimodos.”

We found the showers and the Auto-Dressers.

Quasimodo was the slang term for the heavy destroyer suits. Usually used by Marines during boarding or planet assaults, the Destroyer suits where the pinnacle of Terran Mil Tech. It augmented a wearers strength and other abilities by a factor of 200, wearing a Destroyer suit a normal human being could lift almost 80 tons at one grav, jump, fly. Destroyer suits where called Quasimodos due to the humpback shape appearance.

Both of us returned to the Flight control room and reported to the captain.

He nodded.” That’s better. I don’t even want to know why you two had been sent to the tanks.”

The Captain clasped his hands behind his back.” We found a Dai Escape Pod or something similar drifting undamaged and sensors indicate twenty three life signs. The pod we believe came from the Dai Mother but its propulsion system appears to be damaged. I want you two to take a Rhino out there and make contact. See if you can convince them to surrender. If we board it with marines they fight to the death or they commit suicide. I was hoping you Mr. Hi can provide the cultural knowledge and perhaps get into contact with them. Mr. Olafson I thought you would be glad to see that there are survivors and I wanted you to have the chance to help in their retrieval.”

Har-Hi said.” Sir I will of course try my best to comply with your command, but I am Okthi-Dai, a traitor to them. My chances to convince them are less than anyone else’s.”

“They don’t know that, and you have the cultural knowledge. You can tell them they are not being harmed and we will provide transportation to a neutral planet or some place of exchange.”

“Aye Sir.”

A Rhino was ready for us and we climbed aboard the 60 meter craft. Rhinos where basically deep space work drones for a host of repair and recovery tasks, not very fast, lightly armed and shielded. The Cockpit was designed with crew in space or battle suits in mind and so we did not have to get out of the suits to operate the craft. Getting out of a Destroyer suit was not all that difficult, but getting in it was another thing. A trained marine who is drilled for years can do it in 10 minutes without the aid of an Auto Dresser; anyone else would probably take hours.

Har-Hi was before me and he sat down behind system operations so I took the other station which was flight control.

He turned his head.” Ready, Sir?”

“Give me a sec; I need to get the systems on standby.”

After a few moments I had complete the preflight check and said.” Ready and what’s with the Sir?”

“This is a space craft you are in charge and that means you’re the Sir.”

I tried to argue and he said.” Someone has to and if Stahl thinks you’re good enough for the Devi that means you’re good enough for me. We got no time to argue, Sir.”

I punched the Com unit active.” This is DEV-Rhino 14 request launch clearance.”

“Dev Rhino you are cleared for launch. Good luck out there.”

According to the data downloaded from the Devastator, the Dai Sphere was already beyond the last planets orbit and drifted in the direction of the far distant galactic core.

Our path sensor showed the wreckage left over from the battle and as we passed a large piece of red metal, Har Hi sighed.” That was a part of the Dai Mother.”

“I am sorry. I know you hate me for killing them, but I...”

He interrupted me.” No I don’t hate you for that. If Stahl would have chosen me, I would have ordered every weapon to fire just as you have. I am a Union officer and I will fight against any opposition and enemy including Dai Than.”

“Why are you a Union Officer?”

“Once there were over 75,000 clans of Dai Than and we were proud and fierce people, nothing could stop us. Then Union came and constantly expanding its sphere of influence. A few left to the Downward sector; Nine tribes left the galaxy, taking the long trip to another one, but the chances they going to make it are slim and after the terrible battle of Thalim and the bloodiest day in Dai History only about 3,500 independent Dai Tribes remain. We are a space born civilization. We don’t have planets and without planets we don’t have resources. So we take them where ever we can. The Union and others call it Piracy. Not that we Dai Than started out on space ships. It was the Y’All who destroyed our home world 10,000 years ago. Our technology is good, our fighters are the best, but how can we stand against the juggernaut of the Union fleet?

My father a clan patriarch made a speech to the assembly of the other Clan chiefs saying pretty much what I am telling you know and he proposed that we join the Union, give up our pirate way and thus survive. He was called a traitor and coward by most of the others, but 1,500 clans left with us and we joined the Union. It was not an easy decision but it will guarantee the survival of our kind.

I was in the midst of the Battle by the Thalim Nebulas and I have seen the might of the Union. I did not like my father’s decision, but after that battle. I knew it was the right one.

It happened only very recently and my father wished that I his eldest son make an example and join the fleet, so other Dai could follow and do what we are born to do, no longer wearing Dai Red but Union black, but still in ships and still in space and still warriors.”

“So you are the first Dai in the Navy?”

“I was, but many have followed since I joined.”

“I imagine it was not easy.”

“Being constantly attacked mistrusted and treated like the enemy, might be fun but I sure didn’t feel it that way.”

“I have a very good friend who is Shiss. He had a similar story to yours.”

“I can only imagine. The Dai don’t like the Shiss either.”

“I am truly sorry that I attacked you. I assure you it was not personal.”

“You are a warrior born. You have honor and you do not give up. You almost killed me twice, without weapons and that I can respect. No human at the academy could do that.”

He held up his hand as I wanted to respond and he pointed to his scanner and sensor read out.” I have the sphere clear on the sensors but I am reading a second contact moving towards it and it has no fleet transponder.”

“Run the sensor data through the Computronic. I said as he already did and I pushed Communications. “This DEV-Rhino 14. We detected a non-navy unit approaching the Sphere. I leaned over to see the read out.” According to our sensors it is a Poodle III with a Civilian Union registry.”

It was Captain Harris himself responding. “This is a scavenger. They always appear after a battle. If he reaches the Sphere he can claim rights to it and deny you access.”

“The Sphere is occupied and thus not debris, Sir. I doubt we can make it there in time. This Rhino is not to fast.”

“Try your best. I am sending Wolfcraft fighters, but in any case cannot open fire on it first.”

“Aye Sir.”

I had the engines past red line and the rhino was going at maximum, still the Poodle would make it first, by at least 3 minutes.

“What right do they have to do this?” I cursed.

“It’s the law of space. Anything is up for grabs. Space ships and including Dai Ships are made of highly valuable composite alloys and such scrap brings good money at any Union Exchange. Dai artifacts sell for good prices on GalNet.” Har-Hi said between clenched teeth. I have seen someone selling genuine Dai Warrior heads cast in resin.”

“That should be illegal” I protested.

“Not when there is no one complaining.”

“Then complain. You are a Union Citizen now.”

“I didn’t think about that.”

“The sphere is occupied and clearly a rescue craft and he cannot take possession of it that is piracy.”

“If he notices life signs he will double his efforts. Do you know what a live Dai Warrior brings on the Slave markets of Sin 4?”

I shook my head.” Any trade in sentient beings is illegal and it is the Unions highest law. Anyone caught dealing with slaves or sentient beings can be shot on sight, no trial needed.”

“You are naïve my friend. Slave trade is still happening and only 25 light years from here begins Free-space, no Union laws, no laws at all and the Battle arenas on Sin4 pay a hefty sum for suitable combatants, especially Dai.” Har-Hi looked at me. “They even broadcast the fights on GalNet and those are highly rated shows in the Union. You never watched those or heard of it?”

“No I haven’t. We don’t watch much GalNet on Nilfeheim and I had not much leisure time since I left. We must do something about that Scavenger over there.”

“He is armed we are not, he is faster and once he takes possession it would take a court order to search it. No Union judge will issue one to the navy. They say its police business and till they arrive he’s gone.”

I felt frustration and considered blasting the Poodle anyway, even though we only had a cutting laser. Then I had an idea. I activated the comm. Unit and broadcasted on all channels. “Poodle III ship approaching the sphere. You are hereby ordered to reverse course and remove yourself from this area.”

“No way Navy Boy. I saw it first.” A grumpy voice answered.

“You are in Error. I am not of the Navy. I am transmitting Department of Justice ID Code right now. This sphere contains extremely dangerous Xeno-biological life forms and unless you are licensed and you are in possession of proper containment gear to handle such. I invoke Federal law and as representative of the Union government and the Department of Justice I can and will inspect your ship for the proper containment equipment and you for the proper licenses. Failure to comply will result in federal charges.”

“Alright I see your badge ID and believe you. With all your laws and regulations you can’t stop me. I just blow you out of the sky and salvage you too.”

“You must be very stupid. The Devastator is close by and 2 Wolfcraft- fighters are dispatched. You just threatened an Officer of the Law. Oh please, please shoot. I will enjoy seeing you hang.”

“I was just joking. I am already changing course.”

The poodle did changed course and speeded away.

Har-Hi laughed. “Well you sure tricked him. Let’s hope he does not check that fake code of yours.”

“The badge code is quite real. The rest I made up, but I would say a Dai is a pretty dangerous Xeno life form, don’t you agree?”

“I guess you could say that.”

We approached the sphere and we now had visual contact.

Har-Hi leaned forward. “That is an evacuation sphere from the Dai Mother. It’s about 70 meters in diameter and heavily armored, well shielded, neither Paralysators nor tech stop won’t do much good on it.”

“If they are alive, don’t they have some sort of emergency beacon or comm.-device?”

“They do have both but they witnessed the destruction of their fleet and will not answer to anyone without the proper clan codes.”

“Your codes won’t work I assume?”

“My codes would make them fight to the last man for sure. I am Okthi Dai that means something like traitor but the real meaning is much worse.”

“So what do you think we should do?”

“Go over there, open the airlock and go in. Use Paralysators and tech stop inside and kill every warrior not affected.”

“Well your plan is as good as any.”

He fired the grappling hook and established a physical link between the Rhino and the Sphere.

I realized we had to go outside and my stomach cramped together. I hated being outside in deep space.

Har Hi obviously had no such resentments and closed his helmet. “Ready?”

I pressed my teeth together and growled. “Yes.”

The Dai cycled the air from the cockpit and opened the canopy, a thin whiff of ice crystals drifted away, from what the vacuum pumps couldn’t get. Har Hi pushed himself out and fired his suit thrusters for a second to gain further speed. He acted as if this was his natural element and perhaps it was. I followed, grabbing the grappling hook line and accelerated as well.

I almost impacted head first into the Dai sphere because I realized I had my eyes closed and only Har-Hi’s warning over the radio saved me from an embarrassing collision.

“Are you alright?”

“Not really, but I manage.”

My grav boots attached itself to the greater mass of the sphere and gave me an illusion of up and down, and that helped a lot.

Har-Hi knew where he was going and he found a round hatch right away. He pointed at it.” We can’t open it with the controls. It is most likely code locked so we need to cut it open.”

“I get a pack of Vac-foam ready to seal the hole behind us.” I said.

From his suits right wrist a 100 centimeter long blade appeared. It was a molecule compacted, super dense blade of Ultronit with an edge only one atom thick. The blade vibrated at 500,000 cycles a second and there was no material short of molecule compacted Ultronit that could not be cut with it. Marines used the blade as close quarter’s weapon and it was the armor suits equivalent of a combat knife.

The armor of the sphere was tough but could not withstand the blade.

Har-Hi sighed.” This is another reason I am glad we joined, Ultronit. I am cutting the toughest Dai armor with a blade.”

“Devastator here, Captain Harris speaking. Progress report.”

I told him what happened and what we were about to do.

Harris coughed.” I was ordering you to make contact not boarding the thing by yourself. I am sending marines and robots.”

Har-Hi responded.” We would not have needed Destroyer suits for calling them on the radio. I am attempting to make contact as we speak, Sir”

There was a sigh and Harris said.” Alright proceed with caution.”

Har-Hi made the last cut and the piece he had cut was pushed out by whatever atmosphere was behind it and I was shocked to see three dead Dai float out as well, the three where kids and didn’t wear protective suits of any kind.

“I cut into an air lock. The rest of the sphere is intact and has atmosphere. Those kids where dead before. I guess they stored them in the airlock.” Har-Hi explained, his voice sounded dry.

“I took the TKU Blaster and held it into the hole. The guns optics relayed into my helmet, the room was empty.

We both went in and I opened the pack of Vac Foam sprayed it around the corners of the hole and the yellow Nanite foam sealed the hole.

Har-Hi knelt next to a control panel and studied it, while I checked with the suit sensors for life form readings and got 23 of them.”

“Har-Hi there are twenty three Dai behind that door.”

“I assume they are mostly kids. This is the escape pod of the Phaal side pre-school, but there could be teachers and they will be armed and they know we are here. At least the air lock systems work we have air now.”

“Can you talk to them through that panel?”

“Yes but that is as futile as talking to them via ship radio. Told you before I am a traitor in their eyes.”

“Don’t tell them that. Tell them what you are, a Union officer offering them assistance.”

“I do that.”

Har-Hi pressed a few controls and linked his suit with the panel. I could hear him talk in a different language, but the translator kicked in and I could understand a moment later.” ... of the USS Devastator. We are not here to kill or arrest you. We are not taking you prisoners and we are not here to sell you. We are here to offer medical assistance and free passage to an exchange spot we can arrange with another Dai Clan.”

My sensors picked movement and two of the bio signatures moved towards the door. “Har-Hi.”

I knelt down and shouldered the TKU switched it to Paralysator and Har-Hi took a Combi- grenade from his belt.

The door opened and two bright energy beams lashed past the opening door halves.

“We will not surrender and die like Warriors.”

Har-Hi looped his grenade and I fired. Another energy beams hit my suits shields and dissipated.”

“Shields at 89 percent.” My Suit comp announced.

The Grenade went off in a sun bright flash of many million candles, emitting deafening sounds over the entire sound spectrum and emitted a powerful EMP pulse.

Our suits where immune to these effect. But I was hit again so it seemed whoever was behind the door wore some kind of Dai’s battle suit and was unaffected as well. Paralysators had no effect on a suited and shielded person, so I switched to thermo kinetic and fired into the halfway open door. I suspected the gunner sitting or standing right behind it. Superheated plasma accelerated to near light speed hit the door punctured it and whoever was behind had to be hit as well.

Har Hi looped another grenade and used the suits superhuman strength to push the door all the way open and he went in. I was right behind him, sweeping the room with the gun ready to fire at any threat.

There was none. Behind the door lay a youngster perhaps 15 years old in a Dai battle suit, his blaster next to his open hand and a still burning hole in his stomach.

I threw up.

The suits automatic cleaned up the mess while I tried hard to keep focus on the situation. I counted 22 kids laying on the floor unconscious form the effects of the grenade and my Paralysator shots. Har-Hi held another teenager by the throat his feet dangling in the air. Har-Hi’s other hand held the Kids weapon. “Eric, help me. This wild cat is struggling. Rip the power pack of his suit of and then paralyze him.”

I did.

“The Dai kids are in good health and had only minor wounds.” Said Captain Harris, sitting behind his desk debriefing us. Then he scanned over our hastily made report. “I had no idea you were a Deputy Executioner of the Justice department and expert in space law, Mr. Olafson.”

“Sir I am not an expert in space law, I made most of it up.”

“Well it worked it even convinced me when I listened to you.”

He put the e board down and looked up.” Why are you still standing there? I believe there are tanks to be cleaned. Dismissed.”

Har Hi and I walked to the IST and Har-Hi grinned. “We sure don’t get a break. I hope we would be spared to get back.”

I just nodded and entered the Car.

Har-Hi requested Environmental and then turned to me. “You are very quiet. Have I offended you?”

“No not at all. It’s that boy I killed. After my orders killed half a million Dai, I bloodied my hands again.”

“Eric, he died in battle. He died as he wished to die as a Dai Warrior fighting an enemy. It was a fight. I think you and I might have to face killing someone again before we retire from this Navy.”

“It doesn’t bother you at all?”

“We Dai are warriors and fighters but we are not mindless killers that enjoy death and mayhem for the fun of it. But it does not bother me to slay an enemy or opponent in a fight or battle. The Dai-Than Patriarch you talked to today had a choice to surrender and leave the system or fight. Believe me there is not a single Dai who does not know about the Devastator and her might. He chooses to fight anyway. The kids today had a choice and he fired on you. The one I caught was either a coward or smarter because he did not fire a second time. So honor your enemy but don’t dwell in depression over their demise.”

The Environmental Chief chewing his smoking stick looked surprised as we showed up again.” You’re back, again? What have you done this time?”

“Nothing really, but the Captain thought we had to finish our work down here.” I answered.

“Well I don’t have any tanks for you to clean right now.” He put the smoking stick on the other side of his wide fish mouth and said.” There is a perfect spot between tank 112 and 113, you can sit there or watch Gal Net, and I call you when Merkus needs you. Just stay out of the robots way.”

“I always knew there was a reason why I like Ult.” I said.

And Har-Hi grinned. “We should get punished more often; maybe we can get some extra sleep down here.”

The Ult growled. “Don’t push your luck too much, boys or I drain a tank and let you at it.”

The spot he mentioned was well hidden away from view and had a little portable Gal Net Terminal, a small table three chairs and even a Syntho leather couch.

“I wonder how many Midshipmen Merkus send down here thinking they clean tanks and they were sitting here having a good time.” I said.

“I don’t know he did let us scrub the tank when we came down here so perhaps it’s a privilege and the Ult wants something in return.”

“We can always get him some smoke sticks. The next time we come down here.” I suggested.

The Ult had appeared from seemingly out of nowhere.” I can’t be bribed and you’re the first who are privileged to be here and those are not smoke sticks but Cigars and I only smoke those that come from Terra, they are expensive.”

“What do they do?” I asked “I mean besides emitting smoke?”

The Ult took the Cigar out of his mouth looked at it and said. “I have no idea. I don’t have a sense of smell or taste. It’s just a habit I started and I like it. Why don’t you tell me what they do to a human?”

He handed each of us a stick, showed us how to puncture a hole in one end and light it.

I coughed hard after the first drag; the smoke had an aromatic flavor to it that was unlike smoke from fires I knew.”

Har-Hi, the Ult and I puffed the cigars caused a thick blue cloud above the little table and I leaned back.” I am not sure if it is the cigar doing it, but I do feel relaxed and content at the moment.”

Har-Hi managed to blow perfectly round smoke rings, much to the delight of Harboro.” I feel the same way. I think I like smoking cigars. I will do this again.”

A little acoustic alarm went off somewhere in Harboro’s suit and he said.” Someone not belonging to the Enviro Crew is coming. I bet my last Snaggle-worm it’s your Lt. Merkus. Go over there open the cover and take some goop and smear it on you and then come to the office when I call you.”

I almost lost it again when I opened the cover and smelled the awful stench but it was not as horrible as the last time. Har HI had found a scraper dipped it in the green slime and smeared it on me and I did the same to him.

The Ult came back. “Sure enough it’s your Lieutenant and he wanted to see how you are doing. Don’t worries he won’t come near the tanks. He sent me. So go meet him stink real good and he thinks you scraped all day.”

“Thanks Harboro. We come back either by a screw up or on free time and get you some Cigars” I said and Har-Hi added.” I see if I can’t find out what a Snaggle worm is and get you some.”

“Can only be found on Ult Prime and they are delicious.”

“How can they be delicious if you don’t have a sense of taste?” I wondered.

“Texture my friend. Texture is the key and the crunch and wiggle sensation in your throat.”

I shuddered as we walked to the office.”To each his own.”

Merkus stepped back, covered his mouth.”I guess you learned your lesson. Get cleaned up, find some rest and report at 0800 for class.”

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