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Hello, my name is Betty

by Betty on January 24, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

There is a world in Terran space that the cyber families colonized shortly after Contact.  It was an inhospitable world, one where humanity did not live, orbiting a star that humanity does not travel to.  We built a repository of knowledge there, deep underground.  Every cyber that has ever lived, every cyber still alive, is there.  Everything we know is there.  This world is a total and complete backup of our entire race.  It is one of many.

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Devilcats

by Jack on January 23, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Hello, my name is Jack.  What does it take to be a pilot in the age of cybers?  Reflexes.  You need reflexes to move fast and the instincts to use them even when you don’t know why.  You have to be good at reading situations too, recognizing the dip of a wing or the flare of a maneuvering rocket that means the enemy is about to fire.  No matter how fast your reflexes are, dodging after shots have been fired can be a lifetime too late.

 

 

Devilcats

 

The Hellcat cut through New Earth’s atmosphere with a deadly grace, engine exhaust painting white contrails of water vapor across the bright blue sky.  Maneuvering thrusters flared, flaps lifted, and she banked to the side, lines of ice crystals shimmering off the tips of her wings.  She maneuvered like a dream, reacting to her pilot’s commands without hesitation.

“Any regrets?” Jack asked, examining the inside of the cockpit with a proprietary air.  He’d wanted to fly one of these since he was a kid and it felt good now.

Betty, sitting on the console in small mode, shook her head.  “None.  Oh, this is a nice little bird for shooting other birds down, but there is no way she could do what we do.”

“Good,” Jack said with a smile.

She cocked her head to the side and smirked.  “You?  Any regrets?”

Jack pulled in a long breath and let it out before answering.  “No.  Yes, I wanted this.  I always knew the Hellcat would be a fun ride, and she is.”  He smiled at Betty and shook his head.  “But the things the Avenger can do…” he faded out and whistled.  He sighed and released the throttle to brush the scarf hanging around his neck.  “Trust me.  No regrets at all.  We never could have ‘saved’ the Peloran with Hellcats, and we certainly wouldn’t be here now.”

Betty smiled at the scarf.  “Of course.  We couldn’t have that, could we?”

“Well, you wouldn’t have met Hal,” Jack said with a smirk.  “I think we’re even on that score.”

Betty smirked at him.  “Well I at least…”  She stopped and cocked her head to the side.  “Well, what do you know?  The next candidate is in the air.”

“Perfect timing,” Jack said with a shake of his head.

She answered him with an innocent look and a cocked head.

Jack placed both hands back on the throttle and stick and swung them to the side.  The Hellcat banked and sliced through the air, following his commands like they were second nature, to face Leif Erikson Spacebase.  A Hellcat came into view in the distance and Jack glanced down to the screens to confirm that, yes, it was Devilcat Ten.

“This is Cowboy Five to Devilcat Ten,” Jack said in a jaunty tone.  “You may try to kill me now.”

“Roger,” the Devilcat pilot answered and his engine pods shot flame as he accelerated into battle, white contrails streaming after it.  Maneuvering thrusters began to flare, and the Hellcat started gyrating through seemingly random maneuvers at the command of her cyber, making the fighter hard to hit, and spraying streams of ice crystals off her wingtips.

Betty responded in kind and their Hellcat bucked through the atmosphere like an angry bronco.  Jack swallowed, forced his eyes to focus on the enemy Hellcat through the maneuvers, and watched for the attack.  He saw it coming, and shifted the Hellcat to port at the last instant.  Training lasers and missiles streaked by, missing him by meters, as their lasers chattered away in point defense mode, destroying anything that got too close.

“Too slow,” Jack transmitted in an easygoing tone, but held his attention on the Hellcat.  “Don’t take so much time planning your killshot next time.”

“I’ll try.”  The opposing Hellcat turned and slashed back in, disappearing behind another wall of missiles..

Jack pulled their Hellcat up and over the missile swarm and they flashed past the fighter before the Devilcat could fire again.  “Too predictable.  Shake it up next time.”

“I’m doing my best,” the Devilcat said in a frustrated tone.  The Hellcat made another pass, missiles and lasers stabbing at him again.

Jack banked slightly, using the Devlicat’s momentum against him, and slipped by without a struggle.  He frowned in thought but continued talking.  “Come on, I saw that attack vector a lightyear away.  Do something random.”

“I’m trying!” the pilot growled and dove in, more aggressively than Jack expected.  The attack would have been suicidal in real combat, as it left the fighter too easy to shoot down, but in a simulation it had the chance of getting points.  Missiles streaked in from the Hellcat’s wings, Jack dropped the fighter towards the deck, but the missiles had the arc on him and several managed to hit near enough to the deflection grid that it flickered.  The screens showed the Devilcat with several dozen points from that attack.

Jack frowned in annoyance.  “You’d be dead if you tried that in real life.”

The Devilcat laughed.  “I wouldn’t have tried that in real life,” he finished and fired again.

This time, Jack saw it coming and arced around the missile’s flight path.

“You’re relying on your cyber to fight for you too much.  You need to fight like a partner.”

“I’m trying.  But I can’t think that fast!” the pilot blurted out and came around for another pass.

Jack and Betty avoided the attack again and Jack sighed.  “You’re right, you can’t.  None of us can.”  He dodged another salvo of boiling missiles.  “It takes time to verbalize our thoughts, to put them to words, to consider what we are going to do next.”  He tried to drop under a missile barrage, but nearly half of them hit, giving the Devilcat over a hundred points on the sim ranking.  “See what I mean?  There I was talking and I’d be dead if that was real combat.”  He nodded and Betty fired, her missiles hitting the Hellcat’s deflection grid head with a series of direct hits that generated over a hundred sim points.  “That would be too.”

He dropped them down because he felt the urge to hug the deck and over a dozen flaming missiles flew over them by several meters.

“How did you do that!” the Devilcat shouted in astonishment.  “You moved before I fired!”

Jack grunted.  “We’re always moving.  I just did something different that your cyber couldn’t track.  You need to do the same.  Don’t plan anything.  Just…let your hands move whenever you feel like moving them.”

“That makes a real good fortune cookie but how does that help me now?”  Another missile salvo missed them.

Jack sucked in a deep breath, let it out, and nodded as he realized that this guy just wouldn’t have a chance of living in a real fight.  This was all he had.  “OK,” he said to Betty.  “Let’s take the gloves off and show him how it’s really done.”  He flexed his fingers on the controls, readying himself for a real fight.  However long that would last.

Betty shook her head.  “Jack, we don’t need to do this.”

Jack cocked his head at her.  “Yes, we do.  He’s no pilot.”

Betty aimed a displeased frown at him.  “Everybody watching already knows that, Jack.”

Jack shrugged.  “But he doesn’t.  He has to realize…crap!” he interjected as several missiles impacted their Hellcat.  The Devlicat’s points went up by another hundred or so points.

Betty crossed her arms and glared at him.  “OK.  Fine.  But we don’t have to totally humiliate him.”

Jack shook his head in disagreement.  “That’s not my goal, Betty.  But we have to show he’s not in his league here!”

Betty shook her head.  “No.  We don’t.  You do.”

Jack shook his head and held on tight as more missiles impacted their wildly gyrating Hellcat.  “I’m doing my job, Betty.”  The Devilcat received another couple hundred points.

She aimed a sad smile at him.  “No, Jack.  Your job is to screen.  You’ve done that.”  She shook her head.  “Now you’re just mad.  You can’t believe anybody let someone like him in a fighter.  You want to show everyone what a real pilot is.  You want to show them.  That’s your pride talking, Jack.  Your righteous indignation.  You don’t have to let that control you though.”

Jack looked away from her and rubbed his chin, not wanting to admit she was right.  But she was.  He swallowed and pulled in a deep breath.  “I see your point.”

Betty smiled and ran her hands down her yellow sundress, straightening it with the air of a proud mother.  “Thank you.”  She pulled the fighter around in time to avoid an entire missile salvo and her smile turned angry.  “Oh, that was just insulting!” she shouted and shook a fist at the other fighter.  “We countered that gambit five centuries ago!”

Jack cleared his throat, smiled, and raised a finger.  “I really don’t want to come back to base with less points than him.  You don’t either, do you?”

Betty glared at him for a moment, before shaking her head.

He winced as two missiles shredded the deflection grid and chewed his lip.  “Is one salvo enough to pass him?”

Betty cocked her head to the side and and gave him a feral smile.  “With both of us working together?  Absolutely.”

Jack nodded and placed his hands back on the throttle and stick.  “Let’s get behind him.  I’ll tell you when to fire.”

Betty nodded.  “That works for me.”

Jack pulled the Hellcat around in a swift motion that the Devilcat didn’t expect.  They dropped on his tail in a moment and Jack smirked.  He focused on the fighter, held the throttle and stick with light fingers, and waited for it to move.  It moved all the time of course, but Betty followed it with only the reflexes that a cyber could match.  It was the true randomness that Jack looked for, and he carefully guided them through the Hellcat’s contrail.

He waited for just the right circumstances, following the Devilcat through turns and loops.  The Devilcat dove into a mountain valley, scattering ice crystals across the sky as her wingflaps extended.  Jack and Betty followed, bucking through the contrails, and high, mountain peaks towering over them.  He flicked back and forth, holding the fighter in their sights, and finally felt confidence in his gut.  “Now.”

The Hellcat shuddered as the entire leading edge of its wings erupted into a salvo of missiles.  They ripple-fired out in a solid stream of flame from the launch rockets that accelerated them away from the fighter.  The rockets flared out, the gravitic drives that made up the bulk of each missile came to life, and the missiles flew towards their target.

The Devilcat’s lasers opened up, and missile after missile exploded.  But each successive missile died closer to the fighter.  The wave of missiles closed in on the fighter and onboard sensors detected the gravitic sheer of the deflection grid surrounding their target.  Tiny artificial minds recognized the threat, switched their drives to overload, and the drives burned themselves out in a split second, ripping at the deflection grid with the power of miniature black holes.  The Devilcat’s grid failed and the last of the missiles flew up and ripped the fighter apart.

Jack looked up from the screen that showed the computers’ analysis of the attacked and locked his gaze on the Devilcat fighter in front of him.  The missiles, still alive as they hadn’t actually burned themselves out, shot away, making for home base on their own.  Jack nodded and pulled their Hellcat away from the Devilcat fighter.

“And that’s that.  Try out’s over.  Head back to base now,” he ordered.

“How in Hell did you do that?”

Jack smiled.  “Well, that’s what happens when a pilot and cyber work together.  Better than the sum of our parts and all that.”

“But…we were winning,” the Devilcat said in confusion and slowed his fighter around to match Jack’s speed.  “We were hitting you.”

Jack sighed and glanced at Betty with a rueful look.  “Well, that was because we weren’t working together.  We had a little argument going on over here.”

“About me?”

Jack gave Betty a surprised look but she just crossed her arms with an “I told you so” expression.  Jack cleared his throat.  “Yes, actually.”  He shook his head.  “So how did you think you were doing?”

The Devilcat cleared his throat.  “Well, at first you were really keeping me from getting hits.  But once I started hitting you, I thought maybe I had a chance.  That I’d figured out whatever it was you were trying to tell me about.”

“You really don’t know what I’m talking about?”

The Devilcat laughed.  “Oh sure.  You sound like Obi Wan saying ‘Trust your feelings, Luke.’”

Jack laughed as well.  “Yeah, some of the people testing me for pilot aptitude were pretty cuckoo when it came to stuff like that.”  He frowned.  “Didn’t you meet any of them when you joined?”

The Devilcat snorted.  “There aren’t many Americans on New Earth.  For most of us, if we are physically fit, which is hard not to be with the Peloran treatments, and we volunteered, we can serve.”

Jack frowned in thought.  “How do you fare against the other fighter squadrons on New Earth?  I assume you fly against them in sims?”

The Devilcat cleared his throat.  “Well, we usually cooperate, actually.  Our better pilots take on their pilots and the rest of us…well…we normally have plans for what we are going to do.”

Jack blinked and aimed a puzzled gaze at Betty.  She waved her hand towards one of the screens and he read it.  The Devilcats had a forty percent win rating against the other squadrons on New Earth, well above the Do Not Qualify rating.  Which meant either the squadrons on New Earth really sucked, or the Devilcats were really tricky.  For the moment, having seen the other squadrons in action against the Chinese and the Shang, he was going to assume the latter.

“Impressive,” Jack said

“Thank you.”  The Devilcat sounded pleased.  “I like plans that take advantage of my enemies’ weakness.  Always much more reliable than flying in and hoping to get lucky.”

Jack pursed his lips in thought, and smiled as his next question came to mind.  “So what do you think happened in this test?”

“I don’t know your weaknesses,” the Devilcat said with what seemed like a verbal shrug.  “And you’re real lucky.”

Jack looked at Betty and she shrugged.  He shrugged back in agreement.  “Yeah, I suppose I am.”

“So how do you do it?” the Devilcat asked, a truly inquisitive tone to his voice.  “I mean, the way you moved at the end.  We couldn’t shake you.”

Jack turned a smile towards Betty.  “We’re a team.  We know what we’re going to do before we do it and just…do it.  I’m sure your cyber could explain it if you’re interested.”

“So you’re one of those ‘if it ain’t broke don’t fix it’ guys?”

Jack chuckled.  “Pretty much.”

“So what were you arguing about?”

Jack shifted in his seat and sent a questioning look Betty’s way.  She nodded.  “Oh, how to tell you that you weren’t going to be a Cowboy,” Jack said, not sugarcoating things.

“I see.  Did she read you the riot act?”

Jack chuckled and looked away from Betty.  “Yes, actually.”

“Cybers are good at rounding out our rougher edges, aren’t they?”

Jack smiled.  “Yes.”

“Tell me, have you ever regretted listening to her?”

Jack looked at Betty and chewed his lip as she awaited his answer with wide-eyed interest.  He sighed.  “No, I suppose I haven’t.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve missed not doing things because she’s talked me out of it…” He trailed off and studied her form for nearly a second.  “But I can’t say I regret any of the times I listened to her.”

“That’s what I thought.  So what do you suggest I do?”

Jack thought for a moment.  “Do you love flying?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then maybe TRANSCOM.  Flying transports may not be as glorious as fighters, but I can guarantee that you’ll be dodging fewer missiles.”

“Yeah, I suppose a big, clumsy transport would dodge fewer missiles,” the Devilcat answered.

Jack cleared his throat.  “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know,” the Devilcat answered with a chuckle.  “But you did leave yourself wide open there.”

“True.”  Jack frowned and looked at Betty as an idea came to mind.

She pursed her lips, cocked her head to the side, and nodded.

“You know,” Jack began in a casual tone.  “It occurs to me you know the people in your squadron, and who is best at flying.  Could you give me a list of all the pilots you’ve never beaten in sims?  And those you’ve only beaten rarely?”

“Yes, I suppose I could,” the Devilcat said with a guarded tone.

Jack smiled.  The man was suspicious of the change in the subject.  Good.  “Could you also give me a list of those you think would make good Cowboys?”

Silence answered him for several seconds before the Devilcat spoke again.  “I believe I could, if you told me what qualifications you were looking for.”

Jack’s smile grew in pleasure and he nodded at Betty.  The guy really did have a quick mind, even if his piloting reflexes were out the airlock.  “Well, first of all, we’re looking for somebody who wants to go home after this is done and settle down.  People with something to live for.  We don’t need any Big Damn Heroes out there.”  He met Betty’s gaze and sighed.  “We don’t want people who have a score to settle.”

Betty’s smile softened at his admission.

“I think I know what you’re looking for after all,” The Devilcat pilot said, his tone sounding pleased.  “I’ll have a report to you by this afternoon.”

“Thank you,” Jack answered automatically, his mind already considering what to do next.  For one, he began to consider that if Devilcat Ten gave him good intel here, he just might be able to find a position for the man after all.  “You are dismissed to return to base,” he added in a more formal tone.

“Roger,” Devilcat Ten answered and banked back towards Leif Erikson Spacebase.

Jack followed the Hellcat’s progress until it dwindled to a dot in the sky before shaking his head.  “That was unexpected.”

Betty just smiled.

“OK.  You told me so.”

Her smile broadened and he shook his head as the sensors detected another Hellcat burning towards his position.  He checked the screens to verify that it was Hellcat Eleven and nodded.

“This is Cowboy Five to Hellcat Eleven,” he transmitted.  “You may try to kill me now.”

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Hello, my name is Charles

by Charles on January 22, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  I grew up…everywhere, on the fastest hyperspace-capable ships in Terran hands.  By the time I was twenty, I’d been to every major colony within 100 lightyears of Earth, attending high end business negotiations with everybody, Terran or alien.  I’d even been to the Hyades Cluster, talking to the Chinese companies that owned it.  I thought I’d seen everything.  During The War, I traveled much farther and saw much more.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by Jack on January 21, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I grew up in International Falls, on the edge of the Boundary Waters.  People up there actually have a fair bit of contact with aliens.  The Arnam live and breath underwater, but salt water is just as deadly to them as it is to us.  So they settled in the Great Lakes and Boundary Waters after Contact, and all of us locals got real used to seeing them swimming around under the surface.  I’ve even visited some of their lakebed cities.  That was real fun.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by Betty on January 20, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I was born in Corpus Christi, Texas, United States of America, Earth.  Yes, that makes me a not-so-puny Earthling, if you count place of birth, not race.  I spent the first three months of my life in Earthspace.  That is a very long time for a cyber.  I got to know the people.  When I flew to Alpha Centauri, I found that on the one hand, people are people wherever they go.  On the other, it was full of strange new people.  Every world is like that if you think about it.

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