When the Dust Settled

By Jeannie Meekins

When winning isn’t an option, the only thing you can do is survive.

Set a few years after the Betelgeuse catastrophe, the repercussions of the civil war and the supernova are still affecting the local sector of the galaxy. Commander John Madison is first officer of a cargo ship, transporting equipment and supplies throughout the colonies.
An invasion strikes from outside the galaxy: a force that knows only death and destruction, taking out everything in its path and wiping out the allies’ best battle fleets.
Fleet Command needs every ship under its authority and Madison is thrown to the front lines to scout and treaty support with other worlds. Unable to do nothing, he will strike to protect those he cares about – no matter the consequences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Storm Cloud Publishing
• Release date: Oct 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781925285376

Jeannie Meekins

Jeannie Meekins is an Australian writer who lives with her children and a couple of cats who think they own the computer. And if her dog could read, he’d be jealous, so it’s lucky that he can’t. Jeannie has also written over 10 books for children, many available through LearningIsland.com

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When the Dust Settled

(Shades of Grey: Book One)

Jeannie Meekins

Star Rating: 5 stars

If you enjoy M D Cooper’s Orion War books or J N Chaney’s Renegade Star, then this book is for you. If you like what David Mack did with Star Trek i.e. Star Trek: Destiny: Gods of Night, then this book is for you.

All in all: A fab read!

~ The Wishing Shelf

Text copyright (c) Jeannie Meekins (2017)

Published by Storm Cloud Publishing (2017)

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ISBN: 978-1-925285-37-6 (Smashwords Edition)

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Science fiction – space opera, action adventure

Books in this series (so far):

Shoulder of the Giant

When the Dust Settled

Contents

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty one

Chapter twenty two

Chapter twenty three

Chapter twenty four

Chapter twenty five

Chapter twenty six

About the Author

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Chapter one

All was quiet in the external depths of space. The little ship moved silently towards its destination – a pinprick of light against the immense blackness. Inside her, the silence was unknown. A small community thrived, constantly buzzing throughout all hours of day and night. Time was only distinguishable by the hours of clocks.

A satellite receiver projected from the top of the ship; its rectangular wings spread out from a central pole. They should have been collecting data, but something was not working.

With a toolbox in one hand, Lieutenant Commander McReidy hung off the ladder a few metres above deck level, and looked up the inside of the long cylindrical tube. A tendril of long dark hair escaped from the neatly tied up mass and fell down forward over her face. She tried to blow it back up. A few times it reached her fringe, promising to settle there before floating back down into her face.

She rested the toolbox on a rung and ran her hand up through her fringe, dragging the annoying tendril over and down the back of her head where it belonged.

Come on, Kowalski! she called in frustration. What’s going on up there?

I don’t know, the answer echoed back.

Well, I’m coming up to find out. She lugged the toolbox to a rung at chest height, grasping the ladder side rails with her fingers for extra support and started the twenty metre climb.

There’s not enough room up here, a different voice called back.

McReidy stopped climbing, then changed her mind and continued up. The toolbox hitting the next rung and clanking of her boots announced her intentions.

A few minutes later, she poked her head up and slung the toolbox onto the platform, then ducked instinctively as a pair of boots slid down from above her, slipping off in an easy graceful movement to deposit Kowalski on the platform.

Want a hand, he grinned down at her, offering his hand.

She bounced up a couple of rungs and swung onto the cramped platform. No, thanks.

Gillespie looked up at them briefly, moved his feet, scratched his head and frowned at his scanner.

McReidy caught her breath and ran a hand over that tendril again. I’ve checked all the lines down there. Everything’s working properly. And I really don’t feel like a shouting match up and down this tube.

She leaned over Gillespie’s shoulder. What are your readings?

Keeps telling me there’s no problem. He turned to Kowalski. What’s it look like up there? he nodded up the tube.

Well, began Kowalski, leaning towards the centre of the tube and looking upwards. He looked as though he was barely out of his teens, with a voice to match. He avoided looking directly at someone when discussing a problem – as though the answer would materialize in front of him as he explained it. I found a few loose circuits, but nothing that would have shut the system down like this. There’s no sign of any interference?

None, Gillespie answered, shaking his head.

McReidy tapped her communicator. McReidy to bridge.

Bridge here, go ahead, Captain Barrett replied.

Try it now, sir.

They waited, Kowalski still looking up the tube. Gillespie scrunched along the wall as McReidy climbed over the top of him to get to the tiny window. She peered out, craning her neck to see the wings.

Nothing, Barrett informed them a few seconds later.

Then it’s got to be an external problem, Kowalski decided, a smile brightening up his face. I’m going to have to go out and have a look.

Bridge to engineering. All engines stop. Hold current position.

I’ll be suited up in about ten minutes, Captain.

Noted, Barrett replied.

Kowalski placed his hands and boots on the outside of the ladder side rails and slid down the tube.

Don’t forget to keep a line on, McReidy turned away from the window and called after him.

The advantages of youth, Gillespie sighed, shifting to give himself more room in the cramped space. He rested the scanner on his lap and dangled his feet over the edge.

We’re not that old. Are we? McReidy leaned back against the wall.

No, he smiled reassuringly. But sometimes it feels that way.

McReidy didn’t answer. Her thoughts were elsewhere. Gillespie’s voice brought her back to the present, and she couldn’t remember what she had been thinking about.

Next time we put into port, I’m applying for leave. A month away from this place would be heaven. To wake up in the morning and actually see the sun rise. A brilliant, blue sky with white, fluffy – He stopped suddenly as McReidy burst out laughing, his hand poised in midair, indicating a scattering of clouds.

I’m sorry, she apologised. As his hand dropped, she saw the seriousness of his face.

It isn’t that funny.

Yes, it is. You’d miss this ship too much.

I know, he agreed. But this assignment is driving me crazy –

But Cobe works.

I know it does. I just don’t see how we can reach time zero.

Kowalski here, I’m ready to go.

We’ll see you in a few minutes, Gillespie answered. You need a break too, he told McReidy in a low voice as though someone might hear. Stop pushing so hard.

She looked at him for a moment, then turned back to the window.

It only took her a second to find Kowalski’s white bubble suit as he clambered up towards the wings. He hung on tightly with his hands as his feet missed the footings and the lifeline curled around his legs like a snake, seeming to have a mind of its own.

Kowalski, are you all right? It was an unconscious effort that enabled McReidy to switch her communicator to whatever department or person she wished. She had once wondered how the system worked, now she just accepted it.

It just takes a while to get used to it. Kowalski’s voice was muffled slightly by the helmet. His feet kept floating up to his arms. Trying to keep them straight only resulted in stretching him out horizontal. His hands gripped the metal rungs, his arms stiff and taut as he pulled himself to the antenna.

He straightened up, hooked a leg around the antenna, pulled up the slack in the lifeline and fastened it to the central cylinder.

Once he regained his equilibrium, he let himself float. He moved with the ease of a swimmer, propelling himself with his hands and feet against the framework.

Floating freely in front of one wing, he prodded a few places with a gloved hand as he ran a scanner over it.

You like it out there, don’t you? McReidy asked.

It’s awesome! He couldn’t keep the delight out of his voice. Hang on, I think I’ve found something. He pulled on the lifeline, the change in momentum drawing him closer to the wing. One of the relays has come adrift. It looks… I don’t know… looks like an overload short. I’m going to have to take out the whole section. Tell the captain –

Kowalski was cut off as the ship jolted to one side. McReidy and Gillespie were thrown forward. She slid off the wall, grappling at the floor for a grip and managed to stop as her boots tipped over the edge. Gillespie swore as metal clanged and the toolbox slid off the platform and plummeted to the depths below as the lights went out, leaving them in complete darkness.

The lights flickered on within seconds as the ship steadied. Gillespie was hanging off the ladder, clinging tightly with both hands while his boots fumbled for a rung.

I’m okay, he nodded.

McReidy threw herself at the window. The lifeline floated aimlessly about on its own.

Sam! she cried out as she caught a glimpse of Kowalski, well clear of the ship and floating further away. She tapped her communicator. Transporter room, lock onto Kowalski and bring him back.

Sorry, but we can’t do it, came the reply. The transporter’s been down all morning.

Captain –

There was nothing but static coming through from the bridge.

It was then they heard the battle stations alert filtering up from below. Gillespie scrambled down the ladder. McReidy was right behind him. As his feet hit the floor, he sidestepped quickly. She dropped beside him and they raced to the bridge.

The bridge door opened as they reached it. Its programming automatically identifying and admitting the two bridge officers.

Captain, we’ve lost Kowalski, McReidy burst in. His line broke – She skidded to a halt, silenced by the image on the main screen in front of her.

Gillespie went to his right and took his place at communications. The officer who was already there moved immediately and took a position elsewhere. Captain Barrett sat stubbornly in his chair. He heard the arrival of the two crewmembers but failed to acknowledge them. His attention was concentrated on the Betelian who was pictured on screen.

The large, dark eyes set in the flat, lizard-shaped head stared unblinkingly. The nose and jaw protruded beneath them, flat nostrils flaring. The skin had a scaly pattern, the head and neck disappearing beneath a uniform that looked like armour plating. There was no friendliness in his appearance.

It was obvious to McReidy, as she slipped behind the nearest console, that communications had just been established. She recognised the Betelian and knew his intentions were not good. She dropped her head, before he recognised her, and keyed a message to the captain, too fearful to actually approach him.

How dare you attack my ship! the captain thundered.

You have something I want.

There are proper channels –

I have no time for your formalities. You will give me what I want.

Barrett was on his feet by now, having taken a few steps forward. Like hell I will!

The ship rocked again. Those seated grabbed at anything they could. Barrett found himself unable to stay on his feet and grabbed his chair for support. The few seconds enabled him to throw a glance of acknowledgement to McReidy.

Sir, Kowalski, she whispered.

He lifted a hand to silence her. The ship steadied. He straightened up, regaining his composure, and spun back to the screen. His eyes showed a look of rage that hid the calmness beneath.

You have no weapons. Now you have no engines, the Betelian continued. You will give me what I want.

Barrett turned his back and began pacing slowly, his eyes flicked to Gillespie. As he reached McReidy, he stopped and turned back to the screen, blocking her from view. Or else?

Or else I will destroy your ship. The Betelian rolled his eyes, frustrated at having to state the obvious.

There was a moment of silence before the screen went static. Barrett was not surprised. Are you sure it’s him? he asked McReidy.

I know it is. It’s Rache. They both knew the tyrannical dictator whose empire had been overthrown at the time of the Betelgeuse supernova.

What could he want?

Revenge?

No, he could have already destroyed us.

He still might.

The thought struck the captain as a very real possibility.

Sir, Kowalski’s out there. His lifeline broke and –

Make preparations to evacuate. I’ll stall. Kowalski will have to take his chances.

The hurried conversation took only seconds. Gillespie cleared the screen as easily as he had jammed it.

It appears we have communications problems also, Barrett bluffed. Try to keep a clear channel while we discuss this situation, Mister Gillespie.

Yes, sir.

There is nothing to discuss. The menacing look in Rache’s eyes met an equal one from Barrett. You are the Magellan.

If you know that, then you also know we are an explorer –

Magellan is Madison’s ship. I want him.

Barrett’s mind ticked over rapidly. Obviously Rache knew nothing of transfers and that the former first officer was no longer aboard. McReidy was right. Rache was after revenge and would probably destroy the ship even if he got what he wanted.

I don’t go around handing over my officers to anyone. A sudden possessiveness showed his determination. You can’t have him. The words were slow and defiant.

Rache lost his temper. Then I will destroy you!

Go to hell!

Gillespie severed the communication. The screen showed into space in front of them where a huge ship began firing on them.

The captain barked out orders that were already being followed. Keep the shields up to maximum. Fire all weapons when ready. Let’s get out of here.

Engines are offline, sir, came the reply from the engine room.

The pilot swore as the helm failed to respond to generator power.

Evacuate. Get those shuttles out of here.

The ship rocked as it was hit again, blacking out momentarily with the force of the explosion.

Gillespie leapt from his console as it sparked and caught fire, throwing himself on the floor. Lifting his head, he saw the greater part of the bridge had been destroyed. The main screen dangled by one corner, pixels sparking and smoking. Beside it, the hull had buckled inwards; metal piercing through the wall. The ceiling crumbled and began to fall.

The captain sat immoveable in his chair, barking orders while he rapidly worked the controls, and McReidy was coughing at her console. The rest of the crew were silent, sprawled awkwardly over their consoles or motionless on the floor. Gillespie immediately began to check them, but was greeted by the open-eyed stare of death.

McReidy coughed and spluttered as the smoke poured up from in front of her. Her eyes stung and watered. She shut them tightly and lifted an arm to rub them. A hand grabbed her shoulder.

We’ve got to get out of here, Gillespie told her.

She shrugged him away. He held on, stepping closer.

The ship’s done for. We were lucky to get those two torpedoes fired.

But the captain –

He’s buying us as much time as he can.

This time McReidy moved. At the door, she turned and peered through the smoke one last time at the captain. He was at the helm of his ship. On emergency power, the ship had manoeuvring ability only. All weapons that were capable of being fired had been. The shields were failing fast. It was only a matter of time. Precious seconds to allow the crew to escape.

McReidy and Gillespie were well down the corridor before the bridge door closed. They were bounced off the walls as the ship shook again. The bulkhead at the far end of the corridor began to close.

Gillespie shoved McReidy ahead of him and dived through the narrowing gap. McReidy stumbled and lost her footing. Gillespie had set himself to roll, but the ship jolted up and the floor smacked him in the face, sending him skidding.

The bulkhead sealed behind them as they scrambled to their feet and kept moving.

The lifts were still working, though it seemed more like a sudden drop than a controlled descent to the shuttle bay.

The bay door was open, the forcefield flickering, barely maintaining its integrity. There was one shuttle remaining, its engines humming. As they raced on board, McReidy froze. Sitting at the controls in his bubble suit, with helmet and gloves removed, and in an argument with the computer, was Kowalski.

I know the ship’s about to blow, he yelled. Will you just tell me who’s still on board?

Sam! McReidy cried as she lunged for him, drowning out the reply from the computer.

Kowalski turned and guessed the look on her face. Don’t you dare kiss me, he warned.

But how...?

Later, we haven’t time. Who else is left?

The captain, Gillespie answered, dropping into a seat and reaching for the seatbelt. Go.

Kowalski’s jaw set. He turned back to the controls and shut the hatch. Strap yourselves in. This is going to be a rough ride.

McReidy took the co-pilot’s seat and strapped herself in as Kowalski slammed the throttle forward. The forcefield failed and the contents of the bay were sucked out, pelting the shuttle as Kowalski turned it to cling to Magellan’s hull.

What are you doing? McReidy asked

The other shuttles were destroyed as soon as they were spotted. The port engine’s gone, but it’s completely protected. If we hide there, we’ll get thrown clear when the ship blows. By the time the smoke clears, we’re home free.

Magellan exploded as Kowalski finished speaking. They were momentarily crushed to their seats as the shockwave threw the shuttle clear.

Go for it!

Kowalski had little control. The helm was heavy and the shuttle was slow to respond. It took all his effort to hold it steady as the engines fired up to full. Computer, engage Raindrops.

McReidy half turned to glance at him.

I’m just giving them a few more targets to aim for, he explained. The helm came back under control and he sighed and relaxed a little.

How long until we’re out of range? McReidy asked.

I don’t know. I’ve never seen a ship like it. And I didn’t stay out there long enough to study it. By the time I got to the shuttle bay, the first one was on its way out.

Can we get a visual on it?

We can try. Gillespie swung his seat around to face the console beside him. He switched on a small screen and brought up a picture of the immediate area. There was nothing but space, littered by the debris that had once been the ship. The alien ship was no longer there. It’s gone!

What? McReidy was peering out the front window, straining forward and twisting her head as far as she could reach. Widen the field.

Still nothing, Gillespie told her.

Do a long range scan.

I can’t see anything either, Kowalski added, his eyes darting from the window to the console. Either on scanners or visually.

Gillespie shook his head. There’s nothing out there… anywhere. She’s gone.

A sigh of relief engulfed them for a few seconds. McReidy’s head sagged. Her knuckles were white from her stranglehold on the arms of her seat. She loosened her grip and watched the colour slowly return.

Where to? Kowalski asked.

She turned to the navigational computer, plotted their location and looked for a suitable destination.

There’s an uninhabited planet three days from here. An alien system who may or may not be sympathetic to us, about a week in the opposite direction. The nearest Earth base is about a month away. I don’t even know if the shuttle can make it. Theoretically, we don’t have the range.

We don’t, Kowalski confirmed.

She glanced to one then the other. I’d like this to be a group decision. First, we need to send out a distress beacon.

* * *

In a nearby star system, a ship sat in orbit around the mining planet Tricon. With its captain down on the surface, the crew were in a relaxed mood. The day shift was about to be relieved by the night shift.

Commander John Madison sat thoughtfully in the captain’s chair. He liked the quiet at this time of the day and chose it to look reflectively at his life. First officer on a cargo ship transporting mining supplies was not his ideal ambition. But he also knew it could have been a lot worse. The captain was a stickler for detail, insisting on perfectly laundered uniforms and polished boots. John smiled as he remembered a landing party member being sent back to the ship for having scuffed boots.

Commander?

The communications officer broke into his thoughts. He turned his head in answer.

Bridge commander for the night?

No, I’ll stay here. I thought the captain might have been back by now.

Very good, sir.

As an afterthought, John added. Tell them to send up some coffee.

It was the one indulgence the captain permitted, although he drank only tea. English Breakfast, at any time of the day. John remembered the explanation: Somewhere in the galaxy, it’s breakfast time.

The shift changed, the coffee arrived and the lighting dimmed slightly to give the illusion of night. The ship was quieter. All stations were permanently monitored, though most of the crew were off duty.

John relaxed back in the chair, sipping his coffee. Humphries had the helm – kind of boring when they were sitting in orbit – and Tan had taken over communications. Grech was at science, reading through the latest information from the ground.

Commander, we’re picking up a faint distress call, Tan slipped an earphone in and began working his console.

Where from? John asked, finishing his coffee and slotting the mug into the holder on the arm of the chair.

I can’t pinpoint it… It’s breaking up… There’s a lot of interference.

Isolate and amplify.

Tan tapped the keys. It’s a bit better.

Put it on the main screen.

It’s only on audio.

The message came through the bridge. Ship… destroyed… Crew lost… Heading one thirty… Please help… The message was repeated, interrupted only by static.

Source? John tensed.

It’s definitely an Earth type signal. Whatever the ship was, she’s one of ours.

How far away?

Best I can tell… A day… Day and a half.

John was silent for a moment. His hand rose to his chin as he mentally weighed up the situation. He felt himself becoming edgy. A small smile found its way to the surface and his dark eyes began to sparkle. He flicked the personal intercom. Bismarck to Captain Decker.

Giacomo here, sir, came the answer from the planet below. The captain’s underground. Anything I can do?

Yes, you can put me through to the captain.

Decker here. What’s all the fuss?

Sir, we’re picking up a distress signal. I’d like permission to investigate, John explained.

How long?

About a day.

A day! Isn’t there anyone closer?

Not that we’ve been able to contact. It wasn’t quite a lie. They hadn’t attempted to find out.

All right, Decker agreed. It’s getting late and we’ve been invited to an evening reception. I would have preferred you down here –

You know I hate those things, John groaned.

We’ve got a full day ahead of us tomorrow, Decker continued, ignoring John’s interruption. Be back at dusk tomorrow. And be careful.

Yes, sir. Bismarck out. John’s attention turned back to the crew. Mister Humphries, plot an intercept course –

Course already plotted.

John’s look of surprise was met by one of anticipation.

I didn’t think you’d take no for an answer, sir, Humphries smiled before turning back to the helm.

Then what are we waiting for. Take us out of orbit. Full speed ahead.

* * *

McReidy reached her arms above her head and stretched backwards as far as the seat would permit. The kink in her back refused to budge. Her arms dropped to her lap and she rolled her shoulders, her seat creaking loudly as she moved.

Almost a day had passed and the radio was still silent. They’d picked up some shrapnel in the explosion and long range communications were out, Kowalski had claimed. At least the beacon still worked.

She looked across to Kowalski. He had reclined his seat and was sleeping peacefully.

As she watched him for a moment, she thought he looked young enough to still be in school. His light brown hair fell to his eyebrows, his chin fell below the collar of his bubble suit. Earlier, she had thought him dead. Now, he had managed to save them all. She smiled and looked at the clock – for what must have been the thousandth time.

Go to sleep, Gillespie mumbled. He was settled on the floor, curled on his side with his eyes closed.

I can’t, McReidy whispered, not wanting to wake Kowalski.

Gillespie propped himself up on one arm and rubbed his eyes. I know what you mean, he yawned and sat up. Coffee? he asked, moving to get himself a mug.

Yeah, why not.

The console beside him lit up and he forgot everything else as he flew back to his seat, his fingers responding immediately. We’ve got an answer. Someone’s found us.

Commander, we’ve picked up something directly ahead of us, Humphries reported.

On screen, John ordered.

For a moment, he saw nothing but the emptiness in front of them.

Magnify.

A tiny dot appeared.

Mister Tan?

It’s definitely the source of the distress signal, Tan answered.

Identify. The order was directed at no one in particular.

It’s a shuttle, Humphries picked it up on scanners. Appears to be slightly damaged. It’s one of ours all right.

Open a channel. John cleared his thoughts before continuing. This is Commander Madison of the Bismarck. Please identify and state your problem. His face lit up as he recognised McReidy and he lost track of what he was saying. McReidy! was all he could incredulously manage.

Commander, am I glad to see you, she cried with relief. What are you doing out here?

Isn’t it obvious? Rescuing damsels in distress.

John nodded as Humphries spoke to him. He didn’t hear the words but knew what was being said. His tone changed to one of seriousness.

Your shuttle’s not too damaged? You can land it all right?

Yes, we’re fine.

How many of you are there?

Three.

Hi, sir, Gillespie piped up, poking his head into view over McReidy’s shoulder.

Three? John repeated silently to himself almost in shock. Your pilot? he asked hesitantly. Is he…?

No, McReidy answered, glancing across at Kowalski still strapped in his seat, head flopped onto his chest. He’s just asleep. Sam, wake up.

Kowalski jumped as McReidy shook him. What? he asked, rubbing his eyes and looking about him. His focus settled on the screen as the conversation continued around him.

What happened to the ship? The crew...? Captain Barrett? John asked the questions that he dreaded answers to.

All lost, McReidy answered. My report’s in the shuttle log.

Something in McReidy’s eyes told John there was something more.

Mister Tan, download all shuttle logs. Mister Humphries, use long range scanners to search for any survivors. John switched on the intercom. Engineering, get someone to the shuttle bay. He barely waited for acknowledgement before switching the intercom off. His eyes never left the screen. You need anything…? Medical?

McReidy shook her head.

We’ll be there in…

Eighteen minutes, sir, Humphries confirmed.

Eighteen minutes, John repeated softly. Questions flooded his head, but they’d remain there – for at least eighteen minutes.

Static distorted the image on the screen and it fizzled out.

John turned it off. His hand rose to his jaw – he was unaware that he began to bite his thumbnail.

Shuttle log downloaded, Tan informed him

He used the display beside him run a copy of the shuttle log. It was brief and accurate, but it didn’t make sense. Magellan was an explorer craft. Its weapons were for defence only. The crew would have been quite unprepared for this senseless attack. There had to be more.

Ensign Grech, when we get to the wreckage site, I want a full analysis. If one of our ships was destroyed, I want to know by what.

Yes, sir, Grech acknowledged.

Mister Humphries, the bridge is yours.

*

John was in the shuttle bay a minute after the shuttle landed. An exhausted crew climbed slowly out. The greetings were informal, almost light hearted. He had known Gillespie for years, and the way the man avoided his probing look was confirmation enough. He turned to Kowalski, his hand rose to the young man’s face.

Mister Kowalski, it looks like you might actually have to start shaving.

Cut it out, sir. Kowalski pulled back out of range and pushed John’s hand away. He began to blush slightly.

You two go and get cleaned up. Rodgers, he pointed aimlessly to the doorway behind, will arrange your accommodation. Case, check out the shuttle.

Sir, the engineers acknowledged.

John continued as though they hadn’t spoken. McReidy, I’d like a detailed report.

Yes, sir, she answered.

I’d love a shower, Gillespie sighed as he headed to the door.

Breakfast, Kowalski disagreed.

John watched Case disappear inside the shuttle.

Commander, I – McReidy began.

Not here. His quiet words had a sense of urgency that silenced her. Come on.

They walked in silence, boots echoing in the corridor. The tension between them increased with each step.

They reached his quarters and he locked the door behind them. Make yourself at home.

I’m glad it was you who found us.

John sat down. His elbows rested on the arms of the chair, his fingertips touching in front of his chest. He said nothing, allowing her to continue.

I… left a few things out of my report, she confessed, avoiding his dark eyes. Nothing that would make any difference… officially. The ship that attacked us was completely alien, but the captain. It was Rache.

The name sent a sudden chill down John’s spine. Are you sure?

McReidy nodded. He’s after you.

Tell me exactly what happened.

McReidy recalled the entire incident clearly in her head and put it into words. She was uninterrupted and stopped only after telling how the ship was destroyed.

How come your shuttle got away?

Kowalski made a few modifications to Delaney’s Raindrops program. It set up twenty or thirty holographic shuttles.

Good man. John was impressed, but his mood changed immediately as he spoke. And… the captain?

Gone. We only have four shuttles.

And one escape pod. You forget, I know that ship.

He didn’t survive. McReidy was adamant.

John refused to believe her. Madison to bridge. Report, Mister Humphries.

Fine, don’t believe me, she grumbled as she leaned back in the chair. Nothing new about that.

His eyes narrowed. Only Humphries’ voice over the intercom stopped him from answering.

We’re nearing the site. There’s nothing out there but a few bits of rubble.

John let out a long sigh. He turned to the computer screen to his right and switched it on. An unfinished game of Strategem appeared on screen. End program.

The game disappeared and he switched the screen off, turning slowly back to McReidy.

It took a moment, then her eyes opened wide with shock. He knew where you where?

He always knew.

And he let Magellan get blown up for nothing! She was on her feet, emotions coursing through her and ready to explode.

Hey, don’t yell at me. I had nothing to do with it.

Why would he protect you, risking the safety of the entire ship?

You already know the answer to that.

She couldn’t think and shook her head in disbelief.

Rache would have destroyed the ship anyway. The evacuation was ordered before my name was mentioned. You said so yourself. John’s tone softened. It’s a large galaxy in which to find one person. Hopefully, he thinks I’m already dead.

Exhausted, she dropped back into the chair. So, what do we do now?

Send in your report and see what Fleet Command has to say. Until then, you’re with us. He switched on his communicator. Kat, are you busy?

Not really, came the reply.

Could you come to my quarters?

Now?

John hesitated briefly. Yes, please, he answered politely. We have a guest and I would like you to help her get settled.

McReidy smiled at the slight frustration in his mood as Kat questioned him.

He rose to leave. The captain’ll freak if I’m off the bridge for too long. Kat will organise everything for you. If you need me for anything, just call.

As he left the room, he wondered why he had made that last statement. He had never gotten on particularly well with her. She made him feel uneasy, had never obeyed an order without arguing and constantly challenged his authority.

McReidy’s anger flared as he left her alone. She now realised the truth of the jealousy she had of John. Since taking over from him as first officer of Magellan, she had struck trouble. At first, she thought it was because she was a woman. Continual comments of Commander Madison wouldn’t have done it that way, and the like had only served to anger her more. Only Gillespie, Kowalski and a few others accepted her in her own right.

Don’t take any rubbish from the crew. You’re in charge, Captain Barrett had told her.

But now she knew where his loyalties had remained.

* * *

The ship headed back to the mining colony. John remained on the bridge until he became too tired to stay. He returned to his quarters, but his mind was too alert to sleep. He allowed it to wander back to his days on Magellan and the Betelgeuse incident. A rescue mission gone wrong that caught them up in a civil war and the destruction of a star and the resulting court martial. He shivered at that last bit.

Regardless of what John had said to McReidy, he was still worried by Rache. He believed the emperor had been killed in the rebel uprising that had restored Komodo to power as the true leader to the Betelian system. An alien ship meant allies somewhere and a desire for vengeance so strong that nothing or no one would stand in his way. Suddenly, the galaxy didn’t seem very large.

John knew he had to find out more; to stay as many steps ahead as possible. It would have to be done in secret. Using official channels would involve questions. Being responsible for the destruction of a starship was not something he would like to admit to. And yet, he did feel responsible.

Tossing off the blanket, he jumped out of bed and sat at his desk, turning the console on. He had his own allies, if he knew where to find them. His attempts were fruitless and he turned the console off in disgust. He would have to wait. That was something he didn’t do easily.

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Chapter two

John spent the next day on the bridge. With his mind on work, he hoped to avoid dwelling on unanswered questions. They circled the back of his mind, trying to force their way to the surface.

Tricon drew nearer; the planet a misshapen ball of solid rock. As it grew bigger on the main screen, John couldn’t help wondering if its off-round shape was a result of all the material taken out of it or if it had naturally formed that way. It didn’t matter. In another century, it might have all been picked to dust.

Humphries set orbit and John relaxed back in the captain’s chair.

Bismarck to Captain Decker. We’re back, sir.

What did you find?

One of our ships met with an accident, John spoke carefully. We picked up some survivors.

What ship? Decker’s question was as guarded as John’s words.

Magellan.

The line was quiet for a moment. Background noise filtered through the intercom.

Talk to me later, Commander.

Yes, sir.

For now, get me another engineering team down here. We’ve got equipment breakdowns and no apparent reason why.

John opened the channel to engineering. Rodgers, Crocker, Bricks. Get your gear organised. You’re going down.

Blasted miners! Decker grumbled more to himself. Bit of honesty wouldn’t go astray.

John barely hid his smirk. His own opinion wasn’t much different. They’ll be down in a minute. I’ve also got a junior engineer from Magellan who might be of some benefit, if you’re interested.

Send him down. We’ll soon see if he’s up to scratch.

Not knowing where Kowalski might be, John switched to the engineer’s communicator. Mister Kowalski, report to the transporter room.

Sir? came the puzzled answer.

What do you know about mining?

Nothing.

Then it’s about time you learnt.

Yes, sir.

It didn’t take long for Kowalski to pick up the basics of the equipment they were using. He found he understood it better than the miners did. His first suggestions were ignored because of his lack of knowledge, then he began to ask the same questions as the miners. Finding the solution, didn’t take long. Making it workable, dragged on into the hours of the night.

Being so far beneath the surface of the planet had a claustrophobic effect on the crew and shifts were rotated every two hours.

John wanted to go down and help. Decker refused to allow him. Sitting on the bridge only made him restless. It allowed his mind to wander when what he really wanted was something to occupy it.

Finally, the captain decided he had had enough and was returning to the ship.

He was on the bridge within minutes, not looking at all the ideal of perfection he expected from his crew. Even so, it took him only seconds to find something wrong. Humphries! Sit up, boy. You’re on duty.

Humphries immediately corrected himself. He didn’t dare comment, his eyes focused on his console.

Can’t leave this place for five minutes and it starts falling apart, Decker muttered to himself. Madison!

Sir.

I want you and the Magellan senior officer in my office in fifteen minutes.

Yes, sir.

As Decker turned to his office, he remembered something. And tell your young engineer… what’s-his-name, to polish his boots.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later, John and McReidy entered the captain’s office. He had showered, shaved and was looking resplendent in an immaculate uniform. He made them both feel untidy.

Lieutenant Commander McReidy reporting as ordered, sir.

Tsh, tsh, he brushed her speech aside. Don’t worry about formalities, dear girl. I’m very pleased to meet you. He took her hand in both of his and shook it warmly. Come in, sit down. He led her to a comfortable chair in front of his desk.

McReidy threw John an amusing look as Decker sat her down like a child.

I hope Madison has made you feel at home after that dreadful ordeal. The tone could have been patronising if it wasn’t for Decker’s genuine concern. Have you had a tour of our ship yet? I know it’s not much, but we like it.

Unable to get a word in, McReidy just shook her head.

You haven’t? Decker continued without stopping and glared at John. You will personally give our lovely guest a tour as soon as your shift is over.

Yes, sir, John acknowledged, unsure if the captain was listening to him anyway. The man’s attention was completely focused on McReidy. After a minute, his glance returned to John as though seeing him there for the first time.

Are you still here? Decker growled.

You ordered both – John began.

Get back to the bridge. Someone’s got to look after things. Can’t leave Humphries on his own. Who knows what he’ll run us into.

Yes, sir.

As John turned to leave, he heard Decker ask: Would you like some refreshments, dear girl? Some tea, perhaps? I prefer English Breakfast.

John looked at his watch. It was just after midnight. He smiled to himself, mouthing the words the captain spoke aloud. After all, somewhere in the galaxy it’s breakfast time.

The door closed behind John before the captain finished his explanation. He headed back to his place. There was nothing unusual happening on the planet. To the miners underground there was no distinction between day and night and the work continued on relentlessly.

John wanted the job to be over. He didn’t like mines. To spend so much time burrowing the depths of planets barely known made him uneasy. The minerals they collected were invaluable, including the crystals that ran many of the known races’ starships, but there were so many unknown hazards. The sooner they got away from there, the better he would feel.

It was a good half hour before the office door opened.

Madison! the captain blared.

Sir. John was out of his seat and halfway to the office as McReidy exited. He avoided her glance as she headed to the bridge door.

John stood a metre in front of the desk, the door closing behind him. Decker leaned back in his chair; all friendliness had gone with McReidy.

Magellan.

The single word asked a hundred questions.

Anything you’d like to tell me?

I only know what the lieutenant commander told me. And what’s in her report.

John had no idea what McReidy had told Decker, but the captain had a way of weaselling information out of someone before they knew they’d said it.

Decker nodded. Barrett was my friend.

Yes, sir.

Decker’s jaw clenched