Hello, my name is Jack.\u00a0 I remember the first day I met Ken.\u00a0 He was in uniform of course, just like me, buzz cut hair and all of that.\u00a0 The proper American military look.\u00a0 But the background on his pad had Buckaroo Banno hanging ten on some massive wave. \u00a0Took me a while to figure out it was him in the flesh, in my squadron.\u00a0 Never woulda guessed.\u00a0 The hippy surfer dude act was\u2026actually a real good act.\u00a0 Sure fooled me.\u00a0 But there was way more to him than met the eye. Thank God that.<\/p>\n
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Captain Ken\u2019ichi Banno sat in his chair, breathing in and out in a calming rhythm.\u00a0 He reached into the barberry bush, careful to avoid the sharp spines, and gently pruned the dying limb that offended his senses.\u00a0 A quick flick of the hand pruners caught it before it could fall and hurt any living branches.\u00a0 He breathed deeply and then carefully extracted the limb from the bush, careful not to damage the rest of it.<\/p>\n
Then he leaned back and examined the bush to make certain it looked exactly the way he wanted it to.\u00a0 Once satisfied, the captain came back to his feet and scanned the rest of the small garden, looking for anything out of place.\u00a0 He even had a small stone garden, but it was very<\/em> small.\u00a0 Starships had neither the space nor the mass to spare on anything that didn\u2019t support the crew.\u00a0 But he had gardened stone since before Contact, and next to that even a twenty-year long War was merely an extended walk on the beach.\u00a0 A terrifying, storm-wracked beach that even he would usually have been smart enough to avoid, but that was beside the point.<\/p>\n Ken\u2019ichi smiled at the rings spreading out across the sand from the stones, caused by the slight vibration of the engines that few humans could sense.\u00a0 But the sands betrayed them, and even now he could see the garden thrumming with life.\u00a0 He reached for another stone, considered the small plot of sand before him for several seconds, and then placed it on the left side.\u00a0 If anyone had asked him why, he simply would have said, \u201cIt felt like the stone wanted to be there.\u201d\u00a0 As always, that was good enough for him.<\/p>\n Ken\u2019ichi stepped further out from the garden and scanned it again.\u00a0 All was good and a calm smile transformed the look of concentration on his face.\u00a0 Proper gardening was an art form after all, and should be pursued as such.\u00a0 That it grew the food he ate only heightened the necessity of good grooming.\u00a0 For happy plants grew more healthily than unhappy ones.<\/p>\n Motion caught his attention and he turned to see Sara walking into the room.\u00a0 Ken\u2019ichi turned from the garden and took in the rest of the open living deck stretching back to the end of the ship.\u00a0 Some captains separated the living deck into individual kitchen, exercise, entertainment, and other compartments, but he preferred an open plan.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t like he had to worry about keeping down the noise of other crewmembers.\u00a0 He was the only genetically human crewmember after all, and he liked the open living plan.\u00a0 It was peaceful.\u00a0 Calming.<\/p>\n But the look on Sara\u2019s face suggested that the ship\u2019s cybernetic mind had news for him that would disturb that peace.\u00a0 He breathed in deep, breathed out, and the man that friends called Ken smiled at the holographic form of his partner.\u00a0 \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, Sara?\u201d<\/p>\n She examined the garden for a moment before answering his question.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019ve got a rogue grav wave forming around us.\u201d\u00a0 She brought her eyes up to look at him.<\/p>\n Ken frowned at her.\u00a0 They shouldn\u2019t be seeing rogue waves in this of all places.\u00a0 \u201cSo close to Earth?\u201d<\/p>\n Sara pursed her lips in worry.\u00a0 \u201cI know.\u00a0 But it\u2019s here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI see.\u201d\u00a0 Ken pursed his lips and a hand came up to rub his chin in thought.\u00a0 \u201cCan we go dive under it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d\u00a0 Sara gave him a disappointed shake of her head.\u00a0 \u201cDepth probes show it growing as deep as they can go without losing communication links.\u00a0 It appears the only way out is to surface.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI see.\u201d\u00a0 Ken frowned this time.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t like this.\u00a0 It\u2019s not right.\u201d\u00a0 There hadn\u2019t been a rogue grav wave so close to Earth in over fifty years, and nothing on the Earth-New Earth Run for twenty years before that.\u00a0 There were ships who ran that run constantly, search for hyperspace eddies and making certain they didn\u2019t develop into full waves.\u00a0 It was their only reason for living, and he couldn\u2019t remember the last time he\u2019d heard of them failing in their task.\u00a0 Of course, he\u2019d been involved in a War lately.\u00a0 That tended to focus one\u2019s attention on other matters.<\/p>\n \u201cMe neither.\u201d\u00a0 Sara bit her lip and appeared to let out a long breath.\u00a0 \u201cBut it\u2019s building power rapidly now.\u00a0 We couldn\u2019t stop it even if we had the right equipment.\u00a0 We can\u2019t move around it or under it.\u00a0 We only have one choice.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d\u00a0 Ken sighed in resignation.\u00a0 They had to leave before it hurt the ship.\u00a0 But a dark suspicion told him that something\u2026bad was waiting for them.\u00a0 \u201cGo to battle stations, launch all fighters, and prepare for surface action,\u201d He ordered and began walking towards the front of the ship.<\/p>\n Sara jerked in confusion but followed him, questions running through her face.\u00a0 \u201cKen?\u201d<\/p>\n Ken answered her with a grim smile.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t like this.\u00a0 Something doesn\u2019t feel right.\u201d<\/p>\n Her face cleared at his answer, and she nodded in understanding.\u00a0 \u201cSending more probes now.\u201d<\/p>\n Ken smiled at her prompt reaction to his feelings and stopped at the small ring in the deck, raising an eyebrow at Sara.\u00a0 She nodded and the deck irised open.\u00a0 He stepped into the opening and fell, waves of gravity guiding him down to a soft landing on the small launch deck for his personal fighter.<\/p>\n \u201cDo we know what\u2019s waiting for us?\u201d Ken asked and walked over to the open cockpit waiting for him.\u00a0 He paused, watching Sara for a moment before stepping down into it.<\/p>\n Sara kept pace with him, shaking her head in annoyance.\u00a0 \u201cProbes show nothing in normalspace.\u00a0 Launching fighters now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUnderstood,\u201d Ken whispered and sat down.\u00a0 Quick motions locked the five-point harness in place around him and he frowned at his off-duty uniform.\u00a0 But no one else would see him as long as nothing went wrong.\u00a0 \u201cAre we ready?\u201d he asked and scanned the displays.<\/p>\n \u201cAll systems green,\u201d Sara reported and stepped onto the fighter\u2019s console, shrinking down to her twenty-centimeter tall form.\u00a0 She wore the appropriate Marine uniform as she sat down on the console with a smile and Ken grimaced.\u00a0 \u201cGrav wave is approaching terminal strength.\u00a0 For us,\u201d she noted with a wry smile.\u00a0 \u201cI suggest surfacing\u2026soon.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow soon?\u201d Ken asked and scanned the multicolored gravity waves flowing into hyperspace in all directions.\u00a0 There was a haze over everything that wasn\u2019t usual, a feeling of sluggishness that he didn\u2019t like, and a deep roaring more felt than seen.\u00a0 The rogue wave was taking over.<\/p>\n \u201cFive seconds.\u201d<\/p>\n Ken nodded, studying the darkening haze and knowing it was now or never.\u00a0 \u201cDo it.\u201d\u00a0 He just hoped it wasn\u2019t a trap.<\/p>\n Sara smiled and began the countdown.\u00a0 \u201cFour\u2026three\u2026two\u2026one\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n The ship shuddered, the cockpit went black, and when it flashed back to life it showed the blackness of normal space, stars strewn across it.\u00a0 One looked brighter than the others, and he focused on it.\u00a0 The single name of \u201cSol\u201d flashed onto the screen, with a distance next to it, and he smiled.\u00a0 They were only a few lighthours from Earth.\u00a0 That made even a normalspace run the rest of the way home possible.\u00a0 He just didn\u2019t want to spend so many hours in the cramped cockpit.<\/p>\n Alarms blared and Sara jerked in surprise.\u00a0 Ken didn\u2019t.\u00a0 The displays filled with information showing scores of small objects accelerating towards them from spots in space where absolutely nothing<\/em> existed.\u00a0 \u201cIncoming missile traces!\u201d<\/p>\n Ken\u2019s eyes flicked over the displays almost as quickly as the old mark one cameras scattered across the hull focused on the empty spots in space where someone had been lying doggo in wait for them.\u00a0 The cameras found one old Farragut<\/em>-class destroyer and three Knox<\/em>-class frigates moments before they disappeared behind walls of twisted gravity so powerful that even light bent out of all ability to comprehend without knowing the exact frequency.\u00a0 But the deflection grids always churned up and down the ships in the closest thing they could replicate to true randomness, making it impossible for any other ship to see through.\u00a0 Or to shoot through with a well-aimed laser.<\/p>\n The cameras returned to scanning space around them, and the displays flickered to showing standard renders of the enemy warships from internal records.\u00a0 They were all American Pre-War designs, but they\u2019d been good designs for their time.\u00a0 They were even acceptable now, though Ken had heard rumblings that the Navy was selling them off since The War was over.\u00a0 Whoever these four ships belonged to, they had fired without warning, which should have given them the edge against a single unsuspecting target.\u00a0 Ken set his jaw.<\/p>\n \u201cReturn fire and launch,\u201d Ken ordered and his F-12C Avenger split away from the CF-5 Privateer<\/em>-class starship.\u00a0 He looked up to see the embossed golden crane on her hull fading into the distance above him before he even finished the last word.\u00a0 Sara was a real fast girl.<\/p>\n Point defense lasers and missiles streaked out from the Blue Blaze<\/em>, intercepting missiles by the scores as they fell down on the unsuspecting target they\u2019d obviously expected.\u00a0 Ken smiled and brought the Avenger around to link up with the formation of the other twelve Avengers in space.\u00a0 One of Sara\u2019s cybernetic shards, copies of her core identity that could operate on their own initiative, piloted each fighter.\u00a0 She\u2019d told him once it was like having multiple personalities, each one with subtly different memories that continued to diverge the longer they were active.\u00a0 That was why she merged them back into her core program are regular intervals, incorporated their memories into her own, and then split them off again to continue their work.\u00a0 In this case, that work was to fly the fighters that flew with him, and the cybernetic brains had the supreme reaction times of light speed communication.<\/p>\n Ken breathed in and out in a long, calming manner as they began their attack run, seeking to improve his own reaction times.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t think about what to do, for that would have taken too much time, delayed his actions too much.\u00a0 Instead, as Sara spun them through a series of evasive maneuvers as random as any electronic being of ones and zeros could perform, Ken relaxed and flicked the controls whenever his subconscious had any feeling at all that he wanted to be somewhere else.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t think.\u00a0 He moved.<\/p>\n The Avenger around him evaded the incoming anti-fighter turrets spewing death at him from the frigate they\u2019d come to kill.\u00a0 The cybernetic Avengers took their random evasions from him, adding them to their own random maneuvers, and the thirteen fighters accelerated towards the frigate in a randomly-chaotic formation that no entity, whether flesh and blood or circuits and electrons, could have projected.\u00a0 But the frigate was designed specifically to escort larger warships, to keep them safe from exactly this kind of attack, and she filled space with grav beams and missiles.\u00a0 Ken twitched the controls as missiles flashed by him, trying to claw him out of space.\u00a0 And around him, Avengers exploded despite every maneuver in their books.<\/p>\n Ken winced as point defense lasers reached out to meet missiles, exploding them in space all around him, and twitched to the side again as Sara fired three grav cannons into the frigate\u2019s flank.\u00a0 They twisted gravity, tearing and ripping at the frigate\u2019s control over the grav wall around her, and the focused fire of an entire squadron of Avengers completely overloaded her deflection grid generators.\u00a0 Ken\u2019s Avenger shuddered as her missiles streaked out, joining dozens of others from the other fighters, and salvoed into the frigate\u2019s flank, ripping at her with the power of miniature black holes.\u00a0 The frigate came apart, unable to hold together under weapons designed to attack capital ships.\u00a0 Ken let out a breath that he must have been holding for hours, but a glance at the displays showed it was only seconds.<\/p>\n He spun the fighter to watch the hammer-headed destroyer opening up with a much, much<\/em> larger gravitic cannon that ripped through the Blaze\u2019s<\/em> deflection grid and sliced the hanger section wide open.\u00a0 The Farraguts<\/em> had been designed by the American Navy a century ago with state of the art weapons for their time, and had been upgraded with newer missiles, lasers, and sensor arrays every five to ten years since.\u00a0 But they\u2019d never been able to suitably upgrade the spinal-gravitic cannon the design was built around.\u00a0 Too much of her structure depended on that mass of metal to change it.\u00a0 And based on her electronic emissions, this particular destroyer hadn\u2019t received the last three or four upgrade packages.<\/p>\n She was still a powerful warship, but Ken\u2019s lips twisted in a predator\u2019s smile as the Blaze<\/em> maneuvered to bring her own grav cannon to bear on the most powerful warship facing her.\u00a0 Cyberdyne Industries had brought the Blue Blaze<\/em> to life during The War, and she was younger than the destroyer\u2019s last upgrade.\u00a0 Furthermore, she was designed with full access to Peloran technology, by cybernetic minds older than Western Civilization itself.\u00a0 Even though she was at best a scout by Peloran standards, the Farragut<\/em> was simply out of her league.<\/p>\n The Blue Blaze<\/em> fired, linking her and the Farragut<\/em> with a three-meter tunnel of twisting gravity that ripped and sundered her target.\u00a0 Half of the Farragut\u2019s<\/em> armored hammerhead sheered away, along with half her forward weapons, and debris and atmosphere spilled into space.\u00a0 Well that would teach them.\u00a0 Whoever they were.<\/p>\n Ken frowned as something felt wrong and twitched the controls to the side, sending the Avenger far to port.\u00a0 A second later, a salvo of missiles careened past, trying desperately to reach them.\u00a0 \u201cWhere\u2019d that come from?\u201d he asked as he spun the fighter around to look.<\/p>\n The screens filled with data and a dozen new blips appeared.\u00a0 \u201cHellcats lying doggo,\u201d Sara answered and Ken watched the old fighters accelerate into the battle.\u00a0 Twenty years ago, they\u2019d been state of the art.\u00a0 Now they were obsolete, but with the warships they had the force advantage now.\u00a0 Still, he had an idea.<\/p>\n \u201cWho\u2019s piloting them?\u201d<\/p>\n Sara snorted derisively.\u00a0 \u201cAIs from the way they move.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood,\u201d Ken nodded in approval.\u00a0 His eyes flicked over the displays and he smiled.\u00a0 They just might make it out of this after all.\u00a0 \u201cSend Six, Eight, and Nine to hack them.\u00a0 All other fighters, focus on frigate number two,\u201d he ordered and pulled their Avenger away from the incoming Hellcats.<\/p>\n The Blaze<\/em> shuddered as another gravitic beam smashed into her, this time hitting her forward wedge and wiping out one of the golden crane\u2019s painted on the hull that proclaimed her identity as his ship.\u00a0 Ken winced as debris and atmosphere belched out of the Privateer\u2019s<\/em> flank, taking nearly a quarter of her weapons with them.\u00a0 A missile swarm threaded through the new opening in her point defense and exploded up and down her flank, from the tip of her nose to the engines in the rear.\u00a0 More debris and atmosphere ripped away, but the Blaze<\/em> returned fire.<\/p>\n Her grav cannon hit the destroyer dead on this time, and a three-meter wide beam of twisting gravity bored down the throat of the spinal gravitic cannon.\u00a0 It ripped the internal armor protecting the ship from the weapon first, sucking its elemental particles away.\u00a0 With the armor gone, the gravity beam dug in further, ripping all the way down the throat of the weapon until it found the ship beyond.\u00a0 Three meters of destruction advanced through the destroyer, from nose to engines, in an unrelenting advance that literally tore her heart out.<\/p>\n The cannon finally shut down again, forced to release its hold on gravity before overheating, and the link between the two ships disappeared.\u00a0 Normally, that would have been it.\u00a0 The destroyer was mortally wounded, with nearly a quarter of her crew and her most powerful weapon killed in that single hit.\u00a0 She would have survived on emergency power, and many Farraguts<\/em> had continued to fight with their remaining weaponry after taking similar damage during The War.\u00a0 But she never would have fought again.\u00a0 No yard would have rebuilt such an old hull with such catastrophic damage.<\/p>\n But the gravitic beam hadn\u2019t simply shattered her structural core, or only her main weapon.\u00a0 It had also destroyed the regulators of the gravitic generator designed to power the cannon itself, built deep inside the ship to reduce the chances of taking the exact damage it had just taken.\u00a0 The generator had been patterned after the Peloran gravity generators that powered their own gravitic cannons, but the Peloran placed them outside<\/em> their ships because they expected<\/em> them to take damage.<\/p>\n The generator overloaded and went mad, whipping waves of gravity all around it in an orgy of destruction that ripped itself apart.\u00a0 Those whips of gravity sliced through internal systems, crewmembers, weapons, and even the Farragut\u2019s<\/em> outer hull.\u00a0 The destroyer literally came apart under the internal assault she had no defense against.<\/p>\n Ken looked away from the disintegrating destroyer and twitched his fighter up as he and the six Avengers still with him turned to flank the remaining two frigates.\u00a0 The warships poured missile fire into the Blue Blaze<\/em>, but she\u2019d turned to take it on her undamaged port side, and her point defense clawed them out of space.\u00a0 Her weakened deflection grid still wavered under the assault of those that got through though, and Ken\u2019s surviving force dove in to see about reducing that weapons fire.<\/p>\n Gravitic cannons reached out to tear their target\u2019s deflection grid apart.\u00a0 Missile pods fired into the gravitic chaos, and some of the warheads detonated early in confusion.\u00a0 Others lost their target, flew off in the wrong direction after hitting a grav wave, or were shot down by defending point defense lasers.\u00a0 But the majority found their target and the missiles detonated, generating miniature black holes that tore and ripped at the frigate\u2019s surviving deflection grid or the hull beneath it.<\/p>\n The savaged warship\u2019s return fire streaked back out at the Avengers and one of the fighters came apart without warning as a small grav cannon ripped through it.\u00a0 Another ran into a salvo of missiles and Ken winced as one third of his remaining escort drones died.\u00a0 He flicked the controls to the left, and his fighter slid to port a second before another missile swarm flickered by on another failed mission to kill him.<\/p>\n Ken glanced at the displays showing the battle with the Hellcats behind him and winced.\u00a0 Only one of the Avengers remained, and her datacodes showed heavy damage as she accelerated back into the fight.\u00a0 Six of the Hellcats held formation around her, bright green blips on the screen showing they were friendly now.<\/p>\n \u201cGood job,\u201d Ken said and returned his focus to the frigates ahead of him as he and his remaining close escorts continued firing on the wounded ship.\u00a0 Six Hellcats weren\u2019t worth two Avengers in his mind, but it was better than letting them continue to fire on him from behind.<\/p>\n \u201cThose AIs were better than they should have been at resisting the hacking attempts,\u201d Sara reported with a frown as the Blue Blaze<\/em> brought her grav cannon to bear on the damaged frigate.\u00a0 \u201cI almost lost them all.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSmarter?\u201d Ken asked and smiled at the sight of gravity itself twisting between the two starships.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Sara said with a confused shake of her head.\u00a0 \u201cJust\u2026they feel like Chinese from the inside.\u201d<\/p>\n Ken frowned, wondering why an American fighter would feel Chinese to her.\u00a0 And then a missile swarm from the undamaged frigate swept in and exploded all over the Blue Blaze<\/em>, tiny black holes slipping through her tattered deflection grid and ripping her outer hull apart.\u00a0 Ken watched the missiles tearing at his home and gritted his teeth at the sight.\u00a0 Then, without warning, the gravitic cannon flashed bright and exploded, taking the Blaze\u2019s<\/em> nose with it.<\/p>\n Ken turned away from the flash, even as the cockpit darkened to protect his sight, and that was why he saw the last missile salvoes erupting from the frigates.\u00a0 He followed them back to the ship that had become his home, now wreathed in debris and streaming atmosphere, thrusters flaring around the tattered golden crane on her hull as she tried to turn away.\u00a0 There was no time though, and the missiles swooped in to rip the wounded scout ship apart before his eyes.<\/p>\n Ken watched for only a second before tearing his eyes away again.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t have time for anything else.\u00a0 With the Blaze<\/em> gone, those frigates were about to start concentrating on his fighters, and he didn\u2019t like those odds.\u00a0 They were designed<\/em> to kill fighters after all, and he\u2019d already lost more than half of his force.\u00a0 The Hellcats brought the numbers back up, but they were space superiority fighters, not anti-ship fighters like the Avengers.\u00a0 Ken made his decision.<\/p>\n \u201cAll fighters, scatter and retreat!\u201d he ordered and pulled the Avenger around.\u00a0 He slammed the throttle forward and they accelerated away from the undamaged frigate even before she began to pull up and around her wounded sister.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Sara answered with a sad smile and he blinked at her in confusion.\u00a0 \u201cYou<\/em> retreat,\u201d she added with a shrug.\u00a0 \u201cThe rest of us are doing exactly what we\u2019re born<\/em> to do.\u201d<\/p>\n Ken glanced at the sensors to see the other fighters swarming the frigate as he flew away, buying him time as they ripped at the larger ship with gravitic cannons, missiles, and even lasers.\u00a0 Debris and atmosphere exploded from the frigate, spilling out into space, but her answering missiles and lasers burned the fighters out of space one by one.\u00a0 And then her wounded sister finally managed to bring an undamaged flank to bear and more weapons fire smashed into the cybernetically-piloted fighters.<\/p>\n Explosions wreathed the fighters, ripping more of them apart, and the last Hellcat dove towards the wounded frigate at maximum thrust, weapons firing hot enough to melt their housings.\u00a0 She never should have made it through the point defense grid, and wouldn\u2019t have if the frigate had been operating at full capability.\u00a0 But the Avengers and the Blue Blaze<\/em> had hammered her, and her systems were simply running too slow, her point defense too damaged.\u00a0 The Avenger cut through the remaining defense grid and detonated all of her remaining missiles, generating a rippling mass of tiny black holes that shred them both to the consistency of confetti.<\/p>\n The last frigate finished her turn, deflection grid wavering, and pulled away from the wreckage of four starships and two entire squadrons of fighters.\u00a0 Ken pulled in a deep breath, let it out, and promised to remember that ship as he continued to pull away.\u00a0 On the console, Sara shook her head sadly.<\/p>\n \u201cShe was a good home,\u201d the last operating shard of Sara whispered.<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u00a0 She was.\u201d Ken answered and relaxed back into his chair, striving hard to regain the calm he\u2019d enjoyed mere minutes before.\u00a0 On the displays, missiles clawed through space after him and lasers picked them off one by one as they ran for Earth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hello, my name is Jack.\u00a0 I remember the first day I met Ken.\u00a0 He was in uniform of course, just like me, buzz cut hair and all of that.\u00a0 The proper American military look.\u00a0 But the background on his pad[…]↓ Read the rest of this 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