Hello, my name is Jack.  I was one of the first ten Cowboys.  A lot more came after.  We’re all American.  We all flew with the Peloran.  Others flew with them too.  British, Scottish, French, Polish…in the end, every nation in the Western Alliance sent pilots to fly with the Peloran.  And they were not called Cowboys.  I remember when I met the first German to fly with us.  That Teutonic fellow always did consider himself a knight in shining armor.  It’s no surprise what they’re called now.

 

 

 

Gunfight at Alpha Centauri

 

Jack sat in the cockpit of his Avenger, watching the multicolor bands of hyperspace drag the wreckage of the battle away.  Pieces of Chinese warships floated away and disappeared into the distance, where they would almost certainly be lost for all time.  Nothing lost in hyperspace ever came back.  His screens showed the other half of the Chinese fleet hanging in normalspace, scanning desperately for the enemy who had somehow found them in hyperspace.  Jack winced as the Peloran warships accelerated towards the wreckage of the Chinese fleet in hyperspace.

The comm. panel flashed and Aneerin appeared on it with a satisfied smile.  “No mercy,” Aneerin said, gave a swift nod, and the comm. screen faded.  The Peloran squadron flew past Jack’s location, close enough he could see them with the naked eye, their gravitic drives causing eddies of darkness in hyperspace.  They flashed out of hyperspace before his eyes, flashed back into existence inside the Chinese formation on his screens, and all Hell broke loose.

The Peloran Battle Squadron slashed through the Chinese on his screens, firing gravitic cannons, missiles, kinetic lances, and lasers on their way through.  Fighters launched to meet the Chinese fighters and normalspace filled with the explosions of fighters and warships.

“Damn,” Jack whispered and shook his head.  There were still nearly one hundred Chinese warships surrounding the six Peloran warships.  Or not.  The Peloran squadron shot out of the Chinese formation, their rear grav cannons and lasers smashing through the grids of ships that had been frantically forcing power to their other deflection grids until moments before.  The Peloran warships turned and came back, forward weapons firing until the weapon ring glowed as it dissipated heat into space.  The forward edge of the weapon ring fired a nearly constant barrage of pulsing lasers that ripped into one Chinese warship after another.  Their deflection grids already ravaged by the grav cannons or breacher missiles, the lasers burned deep into the Chinese ships, causing puffs of atmosphere to escape.  “Remind me to never piss off the Peloran,” Jack said with a shudder as two more heavy cruisers fell out of formation, spinning and shedding wreckage and atmosphere into space.

They didn’t go down alone though.  One of the Peloran cruisers on the Guardian Light’s flank shuddered as several hits penetrated its deflection grid.  The upper grav cannon exploded under the punishment, and the weapon ring connecting it with the other two cannons peeled away.  Those two sections of the ring went dark, the lasers failed, and more missiles began to rain down on her.  Or him.  Jack frowned, annoyed that he didn’t even know who that ship’s cyber was.

That was when hyperspace flashed behind him, and a few moments later the German cruiser squadron appeared on his screens.  Their missiles and grav cannons ripped into the Chinese flank, and more ships spun away from their formation.  Jack glanced back to see the wounded Peloran cruiser, the rest of its weapon ring ripped away and atmosphere billowing out of its flanks, flash and disappear from normalspace.

The Peloran Battle Squadron slashed back into the Chinese fleet, sowing confusion and keeping them from organizing a missile-spewing wall of battle that would have overwhelmed the point defense of the German squadron.  Normalspace flashed again and Jack flicked his gaze over to see the French squadron slinging missiles and grav beams into another flank of the Chinese fleet.  He had to hand it to them.  They knew how to jump into battle at the right time.

“I guess these guys forgot their white flags at home,” he said in an impressed tone as one Chinese cruiser and two destroyers exploded under the French guns.

“Hush, Jack,” Betty answered and slapped him again.  “Be nice.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he whispered and shook his head.

Between the Germans and French bombarding the Chinese from long range, from different vectors, and the Peloran slashing through them again and again, Jack watched the Chinese formation fall apart.  They didn’t fall alone of course.  Jack winced as an entire swarm of missiles engulfed a single French cruiser and exploded.  When he could see again, the cruiser was simply gone.  A German cruiser broke in half in a spectacular flash, and Jack wondered if its ammunition bunker had blown.  A Peloran destroyer ate a salvo of missiles of its own that sent it spinning out of control.  Jack sucked in a deep breath as the ship spun into a Chinese destroyer and ripped through it like a buzzsaw.  It came out the other side of the expanding debris, still spinning with its weapon ring and grav cannons trailing it in an expanding field of its own wreckage.

“Holy crap,” Jack whispered and licked dry lips.

“They’re running!” Betty shouted and Jack shifted his eyes as a series of flashes appeared in the middle of the Chinese fleet.  He waited for the beacons to appear on the screens but nothing happened.  He frowned.

“Forward!” Charles shouted.  “Fan recon now!”

“Oorah!” the Cowboys answered and accelerated out of the wreckage that remained of the battle in hyperspace.  Jack held on to the throttle and stick and watched the Cowboys spread out in a giant fan as they flew towards where the Chinese ships had jumped back into hyperspace.  He wondered if they’d found the beacons and turned them off or if the beacons had just died of old age.  Whatever the case, this had just become a lot more difficult.

“We’ve got them!” Cowboy Seven’s cyber shouted and the screens filled with a sight of two Chinese heavy cruisers escorted by five destroyers running for dear life.  They’d almost gotten away.

“Keep them in visual range!” Charles ordered.

“Oorah!” Jack and the others answered and the Avengers accelerated to follow his orders.  “Great,” Jack said in a more reserved tone.  “We’ve got them.  Now what do we do with them?”

“Look on the bright side,” Betty said with a smile.  “The Germans kept up so we have double our normal number of fighters to deal with them.”

Jack glanced at the screens that showed the German fighters assigned by the German commander to make certain the Cowboys didn’t screw up struggling to keep up with them.

“Great.  They’ll be so much help,” Jack said in a sarcastic tone.  He looked at the screens showing normalspace and gulped.  They were blank.  The Cowboys had gotten out of range of the comm. drones.  They couldn’t tell anyone where the Chinese were running.  “Well, this sucks,” Jack added as the Chinese began to fling missiles back at them.  “We’re on our own, aren’t we, Chief?” Jack asked, counting on Betty to transmit the question.

“The fleet’s too busy,” Charles answered after a second.  “We’ll have to do it ourselves.”

“Great.”  Jack gulped as their lasers began shooting down missiles far short of the squadron.  “Little ol’ us and a squadron of warships.”  He shook his head as a really bad idea came to mind.  “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Chief?”

“I think so, Jester.  But what are we going to do with all the pieces?”

Jack winced.  “Hope we’re not the smallest ones?”

“Exactly,” Charles answered.  “And this is why firing grav cannons in hyperspace is a really bad idea.”

Jack gulped.  So Charles had the same idea.  “Great.  Just wanted to make certain we were on the same wavelength here.”

“Desperate times and all,” Charles answered and clicked his tongue.  “All Cowboys, spread out and close to firing the range.  We’re only going to get one shot at this so make it count.  Sternwaffa; fall back.  You do not want to be close when we do this.”

“Vhat are you doing?” the commanding German fighter shouted as the Cowboys banked and broke their defensive formation, spreading out into attack formation.  “Ve are fighters!  Ve can’t take on varships alone!”

“You are fighters,” Charles corrected with an iron tone.  “We on the other hand are Avengers.  We were built for this.  Now fall back and give us room.  We’re going to need a lot of it.”

Jack jiggled the stick in his hand, feeling the Avenger shift around him in nervous anticipation of the battle about to start.  The missiles were getting closer with each wave before exploding on the point defense fire the squadron lay down.  Soon they would be on the squadron.  He watched the Germans fall back until they faded into the multicolored bands of hyperspace.  Only the comm. drones they dropped kept the two squadrons in communication.

“All Cowboys,” Charles began as targeting solutions appeared on the screens.  “Bring deflection grids to full power.  Concentrate forward.”  He paused as the Avenger hummed up to full power around Jack, and all deflection grid power shifted to the forward screens.  “Open fire.”

“Hang on,” Betty ordered and the grav cannons began to twist gravity on either side of him.

Jack released the stick and throttle and grasped the shock frame in the cockpit.  He licked his lips as the grav cannons came up to full power, punching through their forward deflection grid and ripping into their target, a Chinese destroyer.

“Oh God,” Jack whispered and held on tight as hyperspace itself bent to the will of their weapons.  Looking at anything in hyperspace was always an exercise in trying to focus on something that was by definition out of focus, especially at longer ranges where it became impossible to correct for the light bending.  Everything just went completely out of focus until it blurred into the background multicolored hue of hyperspace.  Even at short range, you had to squint and concentrate to see anything clearly.

When the Avenger’s twin gravitic cannons fired and hit the Chinese destroyer, they calmed hyperspace.  They brought order and as the gravity bands bent to his fighter’s will, the Chinese destroyer came into perfect focus ahead of him.  He watched the grav beams pierce the deflection grid and saw them rip armor panels off the warship.

“Betty?” he asked.

“Hold on,” she answered and her lasers began to fire in rapid-fire pulse mode, sending a spray of destruction through the holes to punch deeper into the destroyer.  Atmosphere belched out, flash freezing into crystals that reflected the multicolored hues of hyperspace that seemed to rage against the edges of the gravitic beams.

“Holding on,” he answered, swallowed, and set his teeth.

“Release!” Charles ordered and ten Avengers disengaged twenty gravitic beams in unison.  Hyperspace lashed back into the calm enforced on it, gravity bands whipping through anything in their way.  Deflection grids shorted out in instants, armor buckled, bent, and ripped, and the Chinese warships came apart as hyperspace slashed through them in dozens of places.

Those same bands of gravity ripped down the path left by the grav cannons and snapped into the formation of Avengers at its origin.  Deflection grids failed and whips of gravity lashed through the Cowboys.  Jack saw the nose of his fighter split open and the left wing sheer off.  And then another whip snapped just short of them, sending the Avenger tumbling backwards through hyperspace.

The universe spun around them, alternating bands of color that never ended, and Jack shut his eyes to keep himself from throwing up all over the cockpit.  The motion he could handle, but there was something about spinning in hyperspace that made his stomach go into flips.  He didn’t know if it was the thought of being lost in space, never to be found, that did it, or if passing through so many bands of gravity without control just physically made him sick.

Whatever the reason, he held on tight and concentrated his mind on a bonfire on a beach with people partying.  It was a beautiful sun, amazing music, and good friends.  He held that vision as he felt his knuckles go white.  After an eternity of tumbling, they slowed down and came back under control.

“Thanks,” Jack whispered, gulping for breath and blinked his eyes, focusing back on the here and now.  A meter in front of him, the nose of the fighter was a jagged hunk of metal and wires.  He looked over to the left and saw their wing twisted, with most of it ripped away entirely.

“That wasn’t me,” Betty returned and pointed up.  “Almost all my systems are fried.”

Jack followed her finger and looked up to see a German fighter hanging directly above them.  “Ah.”  The German must have grabbed them using his grav drive.  He waved at the fighter.  “Hey, thanks,” he said weakly.

“Mein Gott mensch!” the German shouted, his voice sounding like he was clearing his throat while talking.  Jack always had subscribed to the idea that some jokes were based on a kernel of truth.  “How do you do this vith fighters?”

Jack smiled at Betty, took a deep breath, and answered.  “Clean living and American engineering.”

Betty smiled and slapped him.  “Hush, Jack.  You never had a clean life.”

Jack gave her his best offended look.  “Betty, I will have you know that is baseless liable.”

Betty raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms, and tapped a toe on the console.  “You know I’m just quoting their fathers.”

Jack shrugged in a dismissive manner.  “Well, there it is!  They’re always biased, thinking their poor innocent daughter would never-”

“You two quarrel like married couple,” the German interrupted with a growl.

Jack blinked, looked at Betty, blinked again, and looked at her again.  She returned his gaze, arms still crossed though her foot wasn’t tapping anymore.  He cracked a smile and pulled in a breath to say some joke about why they were just no good for each other.

Betty uncoiled like a viper and aimed a finger at his nose.  “One word and I will strangle you in your sleep,” she said with a glare.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jack said quickly.

“Ha!” the German said with a laugh.  “You even-”

“Shut up!” Betty ordered.

“Ja fraulein!” he said without hesitation.

“Better,” Betty said in a huff.  “Now the truth is, we really aren’t just fighters.  We’re Avengers.  We’re designed to kill capital ships.  The only reason we’re not designated bombers is because the military wanted fighter pilots to perform the initial testing and God knows fighter pilots would be too proud to fly a mere bomber.”

Jack opened his mouth to protest and Betty glared at him.  He shut his mouth again.  She nodded her approval.

“Ich sehe,” the German said in what Jack thought might be a thoughtful tone.  It was certainly a less “strangling stray cats” growl than his normal tone.  “Ve had trouble keeping up vith your maneuwers.  Do you alvays manuewer like this?”

“Whenever she wants to impress someone,” Jack sneaked out under Betty’s glare.  He gave her an innocent smile and she rolled her eyes.

“You fly like a fighter,” the German transmitted.  “I think the name is good.”

Betty smiled and gave Jack a “see, that’s how you talk to a girl” look.  Then she answered the German.  “Why, thank you, kind sir.

“I vould like a test flight.  Vould that be possible?” the German asked, his tone betraying a lot more yearning than he probably wanted to admit.  Either that, or he had a pain in his stomach.  Jack couldn’t tell for certain what with the accent.

Jack shrugged and looked at Betty.  This was all her decision after all.

Betty sighed and looked out on her ruined structure.  “Anything for a kind sir like you.  Just wait for the Peloran to fix me up first.  I’m not presentable right now.”

“Of course, fraulein.”

Betty pursed her lips and gave Jack a questioning look before continuing.  “You do realize by the way that the only way you would get to fly something like this is if you fly off a Peloran ship?  There is no way your ships could repair or otherwise support something like it.  They don’t have the infrastructure.  Hell, I couldn’t fly off an American ship the way my systems are wired right now!”

“Ja, fraulein.  I understand.”  There was that same tone.  Jack didn’t think the guy was in pain.  Or at least not the kind of pain you got from bad food.  Maybe the kind of pain you got when you realized you were riding a dinosaur when a Corvette shot by though.

Betty frowned at Jack, seeming deep in thought.  “And this is acceptable to you?”

There was a long pause this time, before the German answered.  “Ja, fraulein.  For the purposes of cooperation among allies of course, fraulein.”

Betty gave Jack a sly smile at that.

Jack rubbed his chin and suppressed a chuckle.  Cooperation among allies was not his primary concern here.  Not at all.

“Yes,” Betty said in a pleased tone.  “Cooperation of course.  Well then, prepare to have your mind blown.”  She chuckled.  “I’m told I’m very good at that.”

“From vhat I see today, I vould believe it, fraulein.”

Betty smiled at Jack.  “See?  He knows how to talk nice to a girl,” she mouthed towards him.

Jack rolled his eyes.  “Look, this is fun and all, but ve really….”  Jack cleared his throat as Betty laughed at him.  “We really need to get…somewhere,” he finished, at a loss for words.

The German laughed, a deep guttural laugh that would have made a row of beer steins, Honest to God German beer steins, clatter against each other on a shelf.  “No vorries for you,” he finally said.  “Ve are carrying you to battle site.  Your fleet can pick you up there.  You did not fail as the Flottillenadmiral expected.  Ve are pleased to fly vith you vhenewer ve get more chances.”

“Great.  Ve…”  Jack cleared his throat and glared at Betty as she laughed on the console.  “We didn’t fail.  So glad to know we had such a low bar to pass.”

“Vell, as I said, ve vill be happy to fly vith you again.  After you are all presentable of course.”

“Of course,” Betty said with a smile.  “Thank you for your consideration.”

“Always, fraulein,” he said in a very earnest tone.

“He is such a nice guy,” Betty mouthed and Jack brought a hand up to rub his forehead.  He had the feeling that this was going to be a long day.