Sertian Princess

By Peter Kenson

In a galaxy where vast trading empires vie for supremacy, the peaceful Kingdom of Serta finds itself thrown into disarray by the unexpected death of their Queen.
When two years later the young crown princess disappears on an ill-timed jaunt, the ruthless Federation of Vostov decides to seize the moment, kidnap the princess and invade.
To prevent an incident that could plunge the whole sector into a disastrous war, top intelligence agent, David Held is sent to find the missing princess and return her safely home.
But persuading a determined and independently-minded young princess to give up her interstellar cruise was never going to be an easy task.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Kenson
• Release date: Dec 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502223715

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CHAPTER 1

He woke to the scent of Xetherian perfume in his nose, a warm mass of curls pillowed on his shoulder, and the faint prickling of the hairs at the back of his neck which told him that the subsonic alarm had gone off.  Cursing softly he disengaged himself and got up from the sleeping couch.  He padded across the room to the console and placed his palm over the actuator panel.

Yes Sam.  Immediately he felt the prickling at his neck subside as the subsonics were switched off.

There's a Purple come in from Centre.  I'm putting it through the decrypt computers now.

He woke up then.  Code Purple messages were the highest priority the Centre used and they did not use them often.  Right.  Tell Control I'm on my way.

He paused for a moment debating whether he had time for a quick shower and reluctantly decided against it.  He shrugged into a coverall and headed for the door.

David came sleepily from the area of the couch.  He turned and went across.

Hush Marie.  Go back to sleep.  I won't be long.  He bent to kiss her but she was already asleep again.

Outside he turned down the passage in the direction of the garden.  As it was the dark period the passage lights were dimmed but the sensors embedded in the floor, detected the presence of a human body and increased the lighting ahead of him.  He passed through the opening into the garden feeling the buzz of the force field as he did so. The air smelled damp and heavy as though the rain had just been switched off for his benefit.  It probably has he thought, looking at his watch.  02:47.  Rain was normally scheduled until 04:00.

He started slightly as the wings of a night insect brushed against his arm, attracted by the increased luminescence of the path lights.  He looked round to find that he had acquired a little following of insects as he moved through the garden.  The night scent of the bougainvillea came to him strongly.  Of all the flowers in the garden the ones from Old Earth were still his favourites although as he moved on their scent became mixed with more exotic smells.

Through the force field at the other side of the garden he turned towards the central core of the spacecraft.  He entered the zerograv chute and pushed himself upwards towards the Control Centre.  Zara was already there.

My Lord, she greeted him formally.

He looked round the room.  Corin and Elida were at their posts. That explained the formality.

My lady he replied with a smile.  You got here quickly.

Sam called me.  I wasn't asleep anyway.  She smiled back at him and the room brightened.

He turned and raised his voice slightly.  Corin, has that message gone through decrypt yet?

All finished my lord.  Sam is holding it under your personal ID.

He crossed to the secure terminal and palmed the actuator.  After a second to verify the palm print and bioscan the screen flashed purple and the message displayed. 

To: Lord David Held.  From: Khan.  Imperative I speak with you direct.  Establish secure audio-visual channel using STAR 8.

He wiped the screen and turned back to Zara.  Have the Comms Room prepared for secure transmissions.

While he waited for Zara to give the necessary commands he groaned silently to himself.  He would be in that claustrophobic box for at least half an hour while the computers established the link and performed all the security checks to ensure that the link was as near intercept-proof as possible.

Sam get me some coffee.

There was a whirring sound as a hatch opened and a little servitor robot came scurrying across the floor.  He took the coffee and waited. The little robot fled.

The coffee was too hot and scalded his tongue.  He carried it across to the Navigation Tank and scanned the display.  Little points of light flickered at him indicating the positions of stellar and other navigational objects but there was nothing to indicate the presence of any other ships.

Elida, get Sam to run a full positional check and mark the Tank with all points of interest within say 500 light-years.

It's already in hand my lord.

He turned towards her enquiringly.  She lowered her eyes and stammered: It's... the third time this month that you've come to Control in the middle of the night and requested a full positional check my lord.  I... I was only trying to anticipate your wishes.

He laughed.  Dammit, what with Sam and you.... am I so predictable?

Stop bullying the girl, David; or don't you want your officers to be capable of independent thought.

The use of his first name spun him round but Zara was smiling as she scolded him.

The Comms Room is ready my lord she said.

He took his coffee with him as he crossed to the secure room.  The door opened to his palm and he went in.  He locked the door from the inside and settled himself down in the chair.

Ok Sam.  Let's get on with it.  And put up the file on STAR 8 for me.

Secure Transmission And Retrieval: Level 8.  He scanned the file quickly while all around him the electronics hummed establishing a secure field to trap any stray emissions.  Sensitive instruments outside the Comms Room monitored the transmission activity and reported it back along filtered lines.  When the external instruments reported no detectable transmissions the computers began the next stage of establishing the link with Centre.

They must have been expecting him because Centre came up straight away and Sam and the Centre Computers set about establishing that the carrier was secure.

Secure carrier established, Boss.  Zara was always horrified by the use of such easy familiarity but Sam and he went back a long way: to the early days of exploration when the original Sam was installed in a tiny one man craft.  Somehow he had never got round to reprogramming the conversational circuits.

Thanks Sam.  He took over the controls and started to initiate the STAR 8 procedures.  He had barely finished the complex identification and verification procedures before Khan was on the screen.

Lord David, he greeted him.  You look well.

Thank you, your Excellency.  What have you got for me this time?

How well do you know the Royal Family of Serta?

He quickly assembled his thoughts.  Serta was a complex system just under two thirds of the way to the Rim.  It lay close to three main transit routes and because of that had developed extensive trading facilities.  It had acquired significant strategic importance to the Empire both as a Commercial centre and as the key defence base for that entire Sector.

Serta has been ruled by King Harald for about 25 years now.  I seem to remember there was some minor trouble at the time of the succession but it was suppressed and I can't recall hearing of anything since.  He has two children: Prince Gerald and Princess Nerissa.  Prince Gerald must be in his early twenties now and I believe is serving as an officer in the Imperial Guard.  Princess Nerissa must be about 18; I haven't heard anything of her for a while.  I used to know them quite well as I stayed with them for several months about 15 years ago but I haven't seen them recently.

Very good but you omitted to mention Queen Serena.

She died about two years ago didn't she? Some sort of shuttle craft accident?

"Yes.  King Harald was distraught and so was Princess Nerissa.  Since that time he has retreated into his own private world, maintaining only the bare minimum of public engagements and Princess Nerissa has been allowed to run wild.  Three weeks ago she disappeared along with the Lady Lynda, the daughter of the Duchess of Gan.  It is believed they boarded an interstellar freighter bound for Timet in the system of Alba but then the trail went cold. 

Yesterday, one of my agents on Ragen sighted them boarding a shuttle for the interstellar liner Aldebaran.  The liner is travelling on trade route N3E calling at Floreat, Andes and then the long hop to Quental.  The agent reported in to Centre and then promptly disappeared.  We found her six hours later: it is likely that she talked before she died.

So who else is involved in the hunt?

The trouble you referred to on the succession of King Harald was actually caused by his cousin Wolfram, the then Duke of Gan.  When the insurrection was put down he was stripped of his title and lands and sent into exile.  The title passed to his younger brother, the father of the Lady Lynda.  Wolfram disappeared for a while before turning up in the Federation of Vostov, out on the Rim.  Our latest information is that he holds the rank of Counsellor and has the ear of the President.

Is there any evidence that Vostov is involved in all this?

No hard evidence but there are reports of increased naval activity at the Vostovian bases nearest to Serta and the route from Andes to Quental will take the Aldebaran within 100 light-years of the system of Parm which is in alliance with Vostov.

Do we know why the two girls took off together or where they might be heading?

No, we have no idea.  Playing truant maybe...  for the hell of it.  See the Universe while they're young.  We just don't know.

Well, if you know they are on the Aldebaran and you have her schedule, why don't you just pull them off at the next stop; Floreat or at Andes?

The Aldebaran calls at Floreat the day after tomorrow, Andes three days later and then it's two full weeks across to Quental.  I don't have any agents in place capable of retrieving an independently-minded and probably very stubborn young member of a ruling Royal family in the face of possible hostile action by enemy agents.

So what about military intervention?

"Can't be done.  Any excessive display of force by the Imperial Navy so close to Parm might escalate the incident out of all recognition.  The Chief of Naval Staff would not welcome a diversion of that sort at a time when so much of the Fleet is involved with the trouble at Rigel. 

David, you are the best hope of resolving this situation quietly and I want you to move on it straight away.  You have less than two days before the Aldebaran reaches Floreat.  What do you need from me?

He tried to order his thoughts into action groups.  Things that he could organise from on board ship and things that would be best if the Centre organised. 

"We'll use two groups: first five female singers, the Blue Star Streak Group together with their manager; stranded on Andes by mechanical failure of their transport.  Can you get them a booking at a club on Quental?

"Second, we'll have a Mr. and Mrs. Held travelling to Quental and joining the Aldebaran at Floreat.  Part business, part holiday; you'd better make me a dealer in semi-precious gem stones.  I've used that cover before. 

He paused for a moment.  Is there no possibility of any naval support at all?

I might be able to whistle up a corvette I suppose Khan replied with obvious reluctance.  But I'll have to put him under your direct orders because of the political sensitivity of the region.  I must stress that it would be infinitely preferable if you could avoid using any military force whatsoever.

That's understood.  I'll get Sam to send you some rendezvous co-ordinates: I would like to put one of my people on board as a communications point.

OK, is there anything else?

Yes.  I want a full list of all the passengers and crew of the Aldebaran with as much biographical detail as you can give me.  Particularly, of course, anybody joining the ship at Floreat or Andes.

I will make the necessary arrangements at this end.  Contact me again before you board the Aldebaran at Floreat.

With that Khan broke the connection.

Sam cut in, Carrier lost, Boss.  Do you want me to re-establish connection?

No thanks, Sam.  Wind it down.

He unlocked the door and climbed out into the Control Room.  He stretched his full 190 centimetres and looked around.  Corin and Elida were studiously examining the display panels in front of them.  Only Zara looked at him. 

We have a job, my lady.  Put the ship on Amber Alert.  All crew to their stations.

Sam, what is our current distance from Floreat and Andes?

Floreat: 2183 light-years Andes: 2357 light-years

As the Amber Alert sounded throughout the ship he went across to the Command Panel and worked out the timings.  The Salamander IV was equipped to military specifications which meant that she could achieve sub-space jumps of 100 light-years but each jump took an hour to setup and verify the co-ordinates so they would be travelling flat out for a full day. 

He looked at the repeater display for the Main Power Supply Panel.  Only about half the lights showed green which was standard practice while the ship was stood down.  There were 50 independent power cells arranged in 5 banks of 10: Motive Power, Communications, Environmental Support, Offensive Weaponry and Defensive Shielding.  He checked the Motive Power bank; there was enough power for at least three jumps by which time the rest of the cells in the bank would be activated and brought on-line. 

There was a flurry of activity in the Control Room as the remaining Duty Officers arrived in a rush and took up their stations.  Zara took their reports and checked with Sam the status of the external stations.  She came across to the Command Panel. 

All stations manned my lord.  All systems being brought to readiness.  We have 58% power available.

Thank you.  Navigator, lay in a course for Andes.  Report back when the first jump is prepared and clear.

Yes, my lord.

There would be plenty of time to refine the final jumps to ensure that the Salamander would arrive on the far side of the sun from Andes and, therefore, be undetected by the radar and other tracking equipment at the spaceport.  There were of course, other ways in which he could have approached much nearer to the spaceport and remained undetected but the far side of the sun was quite near enough to leave a partially crippled spacecraft to limp in. 

He turned to Zara.  There will be a conference of Senior Officers in Briefing Room 1 in 15 minutes.

I will make the arrangements she replied smoothly. 

He watched her walk away and found himself wondering for the umpteenth time why she chose to stay with him.  Lady Zara Chekova, descended from the great Chekov trading dynasty that had been so powerful before the Canine Insurrection, great-granddaughter of old Baron Theodore Chekov himself.  Of course the power of the Chekov house had been broken and diminished after that but there had been something about her even when he had first seen her, as a thirteen year old girl left bruised and bleeding in a cat-house on Bellum.  He was still not sure what it was that had caught his eye that time; her carriage or the way she held her head; some spark of defiant pride.  He had bought her release from the Madam of the house: it had cost him 2500 credits.  She was a scrawny waif in those days, painfully thin and neglected.  Now she had developed into a slim, dark-haired beauty who brought an air of elegance to everything she did.  He had taken over her education sending her to the best schools and then on to University.  In the vacations she had joined him aboard the Salamander and he had provided tutors in many subjects which young ladies are not normally taught.  She proved a remarkably adept student becoming not only a Doctor of Philosophy but also a Master of Bujutsu and remarkably proficient with a number of weapons, both conventional and unusual.  She could pilot and navigate a spacecraft as well as he could and could pass herself off in difficult or undercover situations with the consummate ease of a practised actress.

One day he had told her that her education was complete and she was now ready to fly solo.  She had not wanted to leave him but he had been hard with her and had left her standing in tears on the edge of a remote spacefield in the Xantherides System.  He had gone straight to a dingy little bar he knew in a system some 500 light-years away and went on a bender that lasted for seven days.  When he came round she was there: he never learned how she had found him.  Much later he discovered that during that week, to the mystification of the local police force, a well-known brothel on Bellum had burned to the ground and the Madam who ran it had totally vanished.  He had not seen her cry since but neither had he tried to make her leave again. 

CHAPTER 2

He walked over to the zerograv chute and pushed himself down from the Command Level to the level of the main living quarters. 

The Salamander IV was a Super-Galaxy Class luxury space cruiser built to a design originally perfected by the naval architects on Rigel VII.  Saucer shaped and about 400 metres across, the main levels were divided into four quadrants with a central core which carried the trunking for the power, computer-links and environmental controls as well as the zerograv chute. 

The first quadrant, which lay behind the main airlock, was arranged in a pattern of reception rooms for ceremonial purposes and trading halls which were kept permanently filled with displays of the goods and artefacts which the Salamander carried.  After all, he was a junior scion of the powerful trading Barony founded by his great, great grandfather Thomas Held.  He had never quite managed to shake off his trading roots nor, he suspected, did he really want to.  Unlike the Chekov's, however, the House of Held had managed to remain neutral throughout the Canine Insurrection and so retained its powerful influence.  The current head of the dynasty was his uncle, Baron Frederick who, while he did not always approve of the activities of his nephew, was shrewd enough to ensure that the Salamander was always fully stocked with the latest offerings from the House of Held.

The second quadrant contained the ship's offices and the living quarters of the crew.  The sickbay, briefing rooms and training facilities including the flight, navigation and weapons simulators were all located here.  The third quadrant consisted of the guest quarters, currently unoccupied, and the recreational facilities for the whole ship. 

But it was the fourth quadrant which was his chief delight and pleasure: the garden on the far side of which were his personal quarters.  So many experts had told him that such a garden was an impossibility because it would not be possible to maintain the ecological balance between the plants and the insects and other creatures which were a necessary part of the plants' life cycle.  Time and again he had been offered some variant of a hydroponic garden with ingenious devices to achieve pollination and eliminate the need for insects.  But he had persisted and eventually with the help of the brilliant biologists on Linnayus II he had built the garden  surrounded on all sides, above and below, by a force field strong enough to keep all of the inhabitants inside.

The garden itself he had then proceeded to stock with the most beautiful and fragrant plants from all the planets which he visited, together with their necessary insect life.  Constant monitoring of the population levels was essential as was monitoring of the amount of interbreeding and mutation.  In the last resort, if the ecological balance became perturbed so far that it could not be restored by chemical or genetic engineering, he would have to flush the whole garden out in deep space and then start over.  So far that had not been necessary. 

On the level below the living quarters was the machine level.  Powerplant, computer halls, life support systems; all were situated here.  The maintenance of all this equipment was itself largely performed by robot technicians and so it was rarely necessary for the human crew to descend to this level.  Here also were the vast storage rooms filled with supplies and trading goods and the workshops capable of repairing or replacing any component part of the Salamander.

Finally, on the fourth and lowest level was the docking area containing scout craft, small one and two man penetration craft capable of slipping unnoticed through the most complex detection screens and, incongruous against the modern, tiny scout craft, an old and very battered Star class freighter, the Phoenix.  It was, of course, not quite as old and battered as it appeared and furthermore, contained one or two modifications which would have startled the original designers.  The Phoenix tended to blend naturally into the background on any spacefield in the known galaxy and on many operations had served to provide cover, as a decoy or, as in this case, as a most mechanically unreliable form of transport. 

He walked into the Briefing Room still thinking of the role the Phoenix would have to play. 

Sam, what would be the most convincing breakdown we could arrange on the Phoenix?  Nothing too serious: she's got to be able to limp in and land under her own power but then be stranded for several days for repairs.

How about a hairline crack in the casing of the Main Drive so that she can only operate at reduced speed or at full speed for only very short periods?

Hm, that wouldn't actually stop her from making sub-space jumps to Quental and limping in for repairs there.

Well, how about if we put the crack in the lining of one of the powercells?  That would stop the sub-space jumps.

Come off it Sam.  If we crack a powercell there will be a radiation spill and the ship and crew will be put into quarantine until they're clean even if they're allowed to land at all.  We need something that isn't going to cause any panic.

Ok then, what about an intermittent hardware fault on the power supply computer causing an occasional power loss?  I could have a defective chip made up in the workshop.  If we also disable the auto diagnosis module it would take about three days to run a full component level check manually.

That's better Sam: have the chip made up.  Meanwhile, have the archive material on Wolfram and the Sertian Royal Family available on-line for the briefing and stay listening in yourself.

Yes Boss.

The door slid open and Zara entered.  The Senior Officers are here, my lord.  Are you ready for them?

Yes Zara, wheel them in.

He watched them as they entered the Briefing Room:  Zara, of course, Elida the Navigation Officer and Corin the Pilot had been on duty when the message had come in from Centre. Mtebe, the giant Chief Engineer, whose huge hands were so skilful that he could strip down and repair almost any piece of equipment on the ship faster than a specialised robot technician.  Suzanne, the natural telepath, who was in charge of all the communications equipment but who could, if necessary, communicate without any equipment at all.  Simon, the ex-Imperial Guards Officer, who was responsible for all offensive and defensive weapon systems.  And lastly, Julia, who commanded his personal bodyguard and who trained the crew for all off-ship activities.

They seated themselves around the oval table.  There was a giant display screen occupying most of one of the end walls of the room and small repeater screens in front of each of them.  Each position had an access panel for directing enquiries into both the Main and the Archive Databanks and switching facilities for routing the replies to any other position around the table or up to the big display screen.

Good morning, he began the meeting.  I hope I haven't disturbed your beauty sleep too early this morning.

A smirk appeared on a couple of faces, quickly suppressed and he felt a faint surge of irritation with himself as he realised that he had used that particular opening line last time.  It was time to change the patter.

Centre have got a job for us.

He turned to the main display screen.  Sam, key the pictures to the names as I run through them.

He laid out the problem and then quickly sketched in the background details rounding off with the current military situation between Vostov and Serta.

Right, that's the problem.  Questions, analysis, recommendations?

Elida spoke first.  Ok, I'll get the obvious question out of the way.  Why don't we just intercept the Aldebaran at her next port-of-call, inform Princess Nerissa of the potential danger and escort her back to Serta?

Two reasons, he replied.  First, it is believed that Princess Nerissa has developed into a spoilt and very stubborn young lady who would not necessarily be responsive to warnings of a potential threat for which there is not actually any hard evidence.  Second, at this point in time we do not know what strength the opposition has in the field or precisely what their intentions are.  A kidnap attempt is the most likely scenario.  Sam how do you calculate the probability?

Probability of a kidnap attempt is 86.1% plus or minus 7.7%.

However, if we foil the kidnap by pre-emptive action, they may panic or they may simply choose an alternative course of action and take the Princess out of the game on a more permanent basis.  Probability Sam?

Probability of an assassination is 21.2% plus or minus 9.6%.  However, if the kidnap option is removed, the probability of an assassination rises to 67.2% plus or minus 13.4%.

Suzanne leaned forward.  Could Vostov already have someone on board the Aldebaran?

It's possible but they would have to have moved dammed fast.  They may, of course, have already had somebody on board the liner in their pay; a crew member maybe.  But if they have it's likely to be only a low grade operative, capable of maintaining a surveillance operation but no more than that until a superior arrives.

I take it that the plain fact that we have been called in at all means that a military operation has been ruled out.  This from Simon.

Quite so.  This whole operation is too close to Parm to risk major Naval Manoeuvres.  Centre did promise to arrange a corvette as back-up but only to be used in extremis.  I don't even have confirmation of the corvette's availability yet.

So we are on our own then.  Corin looked at Elida.  Can we get to Floreat ahead of the Aldebaran?

"Yes we could but our current course