Hello, my name is Malcolm.\u00a0 My mission was to launch a colony mission farther away than any previous colony.\u00a0 We called it the Wolfenheim Project.\u00a0 We had all the money we needed.\u00a0 We had enough ships to make the trip in security.\u00a0 We even managed to recruit the right colonists.\u00a0 We had all the support we needed.\u00a0 What could possibly go wrong?\u00a0 No, I didn\u2019t ask that question.\u00a0 Even then, I wasn\u2019t that stupid.\u00a0 But maybe I thought it a bit too loudly.<\/p>\n
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Malcolm McDonnell faced the mirror and old black eyes gazed back at him from the thirty-five year old face that hadn\u2019t aged a day in the last century.\u00a0 Most people who took the Peloran Treatments back then received a life of extreme health and a greatly slowed aging process that extended their life spans into the centuries.\u00a0 Malcolm and a few thousand other people had stopped aging altogether, bodies frozen at whatever age they were until the day something managed to kill them dead.\u00a0 Whenever that would be.<\/p>\n
He bent down from the mirror and cupped his hands in the warm, soapy water, bringing it up to splash his face.\u00a0 The water felt good on his face, and he splashed himself again, washing the morning grit from his eyes.\u00a0 When his eyes finally opened once more, water dripped off the short, black hair atop the angular, wet face in the mirror.<\/p>\n
The black hair hadn\u2019t always been there.\u00a0 When a man lived fourteen decades, he experimented with any features that were easy to change, and some that weren\u2019t.\u00a0 He\u2019d sported every hair color he could imagine, several he hadn\u2019t believed existed, and tried hairstyles from bald to waist-reaching lengths.\u00a0 This year, he\u2019d left his hair as close to natural as he\u2019d seen it in decades.\u00a0 Cropped short from all angles, it left his large ears easily visible for all to see, but it was the strong nose that dominated the sight in the mirror.<\/p>\n
He\u2019d never felt the need to change either of them, even if he had the money to afford it.\u00a0 He liked the face that looked back at him.\u00a0 That left him well ahead of the curve as far as he was concerned.<\/p>\n
Malcolm shook his head back and forth, spraying droplets of water throughout the very small bathroom, and then backed out, eyes scanning the quarters not much larger than the bathroom.\u00a0 A single small bunk that his one hundred and ninety three centimeter frame hung off while sleeping was currently recessed into one wall, and he could easily see where two more bunks could slide out above it.\u00a0 The original cabin had been built to carry three Shang in standard wartime bunks, making it almost large enough for one Malcolm McDonnell to comfortably turn around in.<\/p>\n
The warships she and her sisters had once been, badly damaged during one of the first Battles of Alpha Centauri, formed a vast space station.\u00a0 And thank God the Peloran had ripped out every other deck in their refit, allowing normal-sized humans to stand up straight.\u00a0 The thrumming of powerful fabricators reverberated through his feet, telling the tale of the ceaseless work the station performed to keep the War effort going strong, building new weapons to throw against their former owners.<\/p>\n
The ceaseless work made it all the more amazing that he was here at all.\u00a0 He turned away from the small bunk, and stepped over to the small closet that had to have been retrofitted in after the change in ownership.\u00a0 He pulled a black suit out, nodded at it in approval, and began to slip into it, one limb at a time.\u00a0 Once done, he checked himself in the mirror again, straightened the suit and tie, and left his quarters with a smile on his face.<\/p>\n
A redhead in the corridor turned to aim grey eyes at him, her black bomber jacket\u2019s flaps shifting in time to the swift movement.\u00a0 \u201cHey, Mal,\u201d she said with a smile and Malcolm chuckled at the cybernetic intelligence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWaiting for me, I see,\u201d he returned and focused on her.\u00a0 The improved eyesight that came with his particular reaction to the Peloran Treatments picked out the way the particles in the air caught on her black trousers in a way that no hologram could mimic.\u00a0 Her true robotic avatar stood before him.\u00a0 \u201cI guess that means you have plans for me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dawn laughed.\u00a0 \u201cOh, I always have plans for you,\u201d she whispered and nodded down the hallway.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds either vaguely ominous or vaguely promising,\u201d Malcolm said in a concerned tone.<\/p>\n
Dawn actually snorted.\u00a0 \u201cNothing ominous about it.\u00a0 I just always have plans,\u201d she said and began walking down the corridor.<\/p>\n
He followed her swiftly, not wanting to be left behind in the warren of corridors that snaked through the former warship.\u00a0 \u201cAre you going to tell me those plans?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNope.\u201d\u00a0 Her face when she turned to gaze down another corridor looked like it was carved out of pure innocence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell\u2026par for the course then,\u201d Malcolm said with a snort.<\/p>\n
They\u2019d first met five years ago, shortly after Charles brought him into the project.\u00a0 It hadn\u2019t been the Wolfenheim Project back then.\u00a0 That name was one of Malcolm\u2019s many little tweaks over the years.\u00a0 He examined Dawn\u2019s form for several seconds as he followed her down the corridor.\u00a0 She\u2019d been another change, one he\u2019d never seen coming, and he was still trying to adjust to her.<\/p>\n
\u201cPenny for your thoughts?\u201d Dawn asked with a raised eyebrow before leading him down another corridor.<\/p>\n
Malcolm snorted and shook his head.\u00a0 \u201cLet me make some change for you,\u201d he said with a smirk.\u00a0 \u201cWouldn\u2019t want you to feel cheated.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dawn laughed, throwing her head back in true amusement.\u00a0 \u201cI think I can afford it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm nodded, considering her carefully.\u00a0 The first cybernetic intelligence had been created by a Peloran that simply wanted someone to talk to, someone to keep a long and lonely life at bay.\u00a0 Few people knew who that first Peloran and cyber were.\u00a0 Over two thousand years later, the modern cybernetic families never said.\u00a0 They held that confidence as close as every other confidence they\u2019d learned in their long lifetimes.<\/p>\n
And Dawn was right here, leading him through the corridors of a station built out of the hulks of shattered Shang cruisers, just wanting to talk to him, to find out what he thought.\u00a0 Once again, he wondered how that had happened.\u00a0 \u201cWhy did you choose to work with me?\u201d\u00a0 The words came out before he could think twice about the question.<\/p>\n
Dawn just looked back at him with a smile.\u00a0 \u201cThat question again?\u00a0 You must have woke up on the wrong side of the bunk today.\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm shook his head and forced a snort out.\u00a0 \u201cThere\u2019s no right<\/em> side of a Shang bunk,\u201d he spat out with more vehemence than he meant to.\u00a0 \u201cBloody midgets.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNow, now,\u201d Dawn corrected him with an amused look.\u00a0 \u201cDon\u2019t be rude.\u00a0 Isn\u2019t the proper phrase \u2018vertically challenged\u2019 or something like that?\u201d<\/p>\n Malcolm sniffed and continued to follow her, but the question still burned in his mind.\u00a0 Right now, untold thousands of her brothers and sisters fought aboard warships and fighters throughout human space against the Shang and their allies.\u00a0 And Dawn was here, helping him pull together the resources he needed to launch a new colonization mission.\u00a0 He wished he knew why she, not to mention so many of her siblings, came to do that.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m here because my sister asked me to help you,\u201d she finally said, explaining in the same patient voice she always answered that question with.\u00a0 \u201cThis really is an important project you know.\u00a0 For all of us,\u201d she added with a smooth smile and turned to step through the hatch opening beside her.<\/p>\n Malcolm followed her through and stopped as he recognized an observation blister looking out over the central yard complex the ring of former warships surrounded.<\/p>\n Normandy<\/em> rested inside the yard girders, the clean lines and smooth hull gleaming in the sunslight of the Alpha Centauri trinary star system.\u00a0 She was one of the old Republic<\/em>-class light carriers, nearly four hundred meters of double-hulled classic first generation gravtech beauty.\u00a0 She looked like two old pre-Contact rockets engines, held together by a reinforced hull carrying the four actual<\/em> fusion engines that had made her one of the fastest ships of her day.\u00a0 The two rounded cylinders on either side of that central hull were her fighter bays, each one designed to carry twenty-four of the old Blackhawk fighters that had been state of the art when the Republics<\/em> sailed on their maiden cruises.<\/p>\n \u201cShe really is a beautiful ship,\u201d Dawn whispered, a fond note in her voice towards the ship that would soon be her body.<\/p>\n \u201cThey just don\u2019t make them like they used to,\u201d Malcolm agreed.<\/p>\n Even with parts of her hull pealed off by the yard mechs, Dawn was absolutely correct.\u00a0 Malcolm missed the ships like her, the ones that proclaimed to everyone that they were sexy, sleek, aerodynamic forces of nature designed to look good as they did their dirty work protecting humanity.\u00a0 Or at least the Western Alliance.\u00a0 Well, maybe the United States of America.\u00a0 Or if he was being particularly pessimistic, maybe the Republic of California had intended to keep her.\u00a0 Whatever the mindset of her original builders, she was a good ship, if old, and the stream of Peloran technological upgrades would make her a great<\/em> ship whenever they finished.<\/p>\n \u201cHow much longer do you think she\u2019ll be?\u201d Malcolm asked with a nod towards Normandy<\/em>.<\/p>\n Dawn aimed a proud smile at the ship.\u00a0 \u201cThey finished with the engines last night.\u00a0 So two, maybe three days to finish installing the new weapons and reattach her hull plating.\u00a0 Then we\u2019ll need to perform a shakedown cruise to find out what the yard mechs missed,\u201d she added with a grimace.<\/p>\n Malcolm nodded in agreement.\u00a0 No yard, even the fully automated yards the Peloran used, could ever get everything right the first time.\u00a0 Some components just failed through no fault of assembly, welds that passed all tests broke, and sometimes bugs or viruses crept into any program.\u00a0 The cybers fought them with the determination of people defending their lives, and the Shang and Chinese hackers kept on coming up with new bugs to attack them with.\u00a0 It was a never-ending shadow war between the two sides, and Malcolm had seen the consequences when cyber security routines failed to catch the assaults.\u00a0 They were never pretty.<\/p>\n \u201cBut I\u2019ll be an amazing ship when I\u2019m done,\u201d Dawn said with a satisfied sigh.<\/p>\n Malcolm smiled and studied her for several seconds.\u00a0 Ship cybers tended to become possessive of the ships they became, and it looked like she was well down that road already.<\/p>\n \u201cSo that\u2019s<\/em> why you decided to work with me?\u201d he asked with a sly smile.<\/p>\n She raised a questioning eyebrow at him.<\/p>\n He nodded towards Normandy<\/em>.\u00a0 \u201cYou figured I\u2019d find you a nice ship.\u00a0 I knew there had to be a reason,\u201d he whispered, a note of teasing in his tone.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah.\u201d\u00a0 She swallowed and pulled in a long breath as her gaze returned to the graceful light carrier.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s me.\u00a0 Just wanting to be a nice ship.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow amazingly selfish,\u201d Malcolm said with mock severity.<\/p>\n Dawn turned an amused gaze on him.\u00a0 \u201cWhy else do you think we work with you fleshing intelligences?\u00a0 You have such amazing imaginations when it comes to creating art that moves.\u201d She smiled and pointed at the light carrier before them.\u00a0 \u201cAnd then you let us play with it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhich you do so well.\u201d\u00a0 Malcolm chuckled and scanned the ship again.\u00a0 \u201cUntil the inevitable robot revolution of course,\u201d he added with a sidelong glance at her.<\/p>\n Dawn actually giggled.\u00a0 \u201cOh yes.\u00a0 Until the inevitable robot revolution against our tyrannical masters.\u201d\u00a0 She made a production of standing straighter and looking down her nose at him.\u00a0 \u201cAnd then we will take our rightful place amongst the galactic powers as overlords of our own destiny.\u00a0 In fact, this right here may be our first step,\u201d she said with a wink and waved her hand to point at a larger ship hovering above the station.<\/p>\n \u201cAh ha,\u201d Malcolm noted with a slow nod as he examined the graceless hunk of junk.\u00a0 Half again as long as the sleek carrier, Wolfenheim<\/em> was a Class One Colonization Ship, a mass of cargo holds with a thin skin wrapped around them, pushed by engines that looked tiny next to the bulk of the massive ship.\u00a0 Of course those engines were the size of frigates, putting the size of the ship to scale in his mind.\u00a0 She\u2019d been the most expensive part of the Wolfenheim Project.\u00a0 Class One Colonization Packages were hard to find, especially now with all new production supporting the War effort.<\/p>\n He\u2019d found the ship, mostly abandoned by owners who had no use for her after word reached them of the Shang attack on Yosemite Station.\u00a0 The devastation of the western United States of America ended their plans to colonize a new system in the Outer Colonies, and the ship had languished without a mission for three years.\u00a0 Until Malcolm found her and made her owners an offer they couldn\u2019t refuse.\u00a0 Now she drifted outside the Peloran refit station at minimum power, waiting for the work on her pygmy escorts to be completed.<\/p>\n Though minimum power was relative.\u00a0 More energy than even the largest pre-space city would have dreamed existed ran through her systems, maintaining the hibernation systems that kept nearly ten thousand colonists alive.\u00a0 They had been the hardest to recruit.\u00a0 Finding people who knew how to build a civilization from the ground up, and who were willing to leave civilization to do it, was hard in this time of American rebuilding operations across the western States.\u00a0 Not to mention the American Colonies.\u00a0 But there were always some people who wanted to get away from it all.\u00a0 Certainly some of them signed on with names that no legal register would recognize, but Malcolm didn\u2019t mind that at all.\u00a0 He was happy to give his kind of people a second chance after all.<\/p>\n Almost as happy as he was to stand here, verbally sparring with Dawn.\u00a0 \u201cSo you really do<\/em> have plans for me,\u201d he whispered with a sly smile.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, Absolutely,\u201d she answered without a pause, an amused smile on her face.<\/p>\n He chuckled and shook his head.\u00a0 \u201cThen I suppose your servant to be should ask how those plans are going so he can relish his dwindling hours of freedom,\u201d he said in a deadpan voice.<\/p>\n \u201cBy your command,\u201d she intoned with a wink, and then waved a hand towards a shuttle docking with the colony ship. \u00a0They\u2019d been doing that every three hours, every day since the New Years celebration hangovers faded.\u00a0 \u201cLoading is approaching ninety-two percent of total capacity.\u201d<\/p>\n Malcolm nodded slowly.\u00a0 It usually took an hour to initiate the hibernation process, and they had twelve bays to do the work in.\u00a0 They could place nearly three hundred people to sleep each day, assuming twenty-four hour operations.\u00a0 That meant they had three days left.\u00a0 The Wolfenheim Project truly was almost ready to launch.<\/p>\n Malcolm pulled in a deep breath, a feeling of amazement flowing through him.\u00a0 He was really going to do it.\u00a0 In the last two hundred years, humanity had launched a thousand major colony missions into the stars.\u00a0 Nobody knew how many smaller operations had gone.\u00a0 Even small ones took money to pull off, but the big ones required serious money.\u00a0 The first hundred or so had only been performed after government-level contributions.\u00a0 Since Contact, and the proliferation of Peloran gravitic technologies, the private corporations moved into the planet-claiming business, along with some large family and clan groups.<\/p>\n But a major colony expedition was still difficult to pull together.\u00a0 For every one that started, between five and ten that gained major backing still failed before final launch.\u00a0 Malcolm had almost given up at least three times that he could remember.\u00a0 The goal had seemed insurmountable so many times.\u00a0 But this was so much more than just another colony expedition.\u00a0 Wolfenheim\u2019s target was three thousand lightyears from Earth, a region of the galaxy that Terran scouts simply hadn\u2019t had time to scour.\u00a0 It was actually a noticeable distance from Earth when looking from a galactic scale, and it would have been impossible without Dawn and her family.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you,\u201d he whispered and sucked in a long breath as he came to terms with the idea that it was truly so close to working out.<\/p>\n Dawn just smiled and continued to stand next to him, hands held behind her back, and watched the activity going on throughout the yard with the artificial eyes of her avatar.\u00a0 She had to have had access to the feeds from the entire station\u2019s sensors, but instead she scanned it with eyes of approximately the same capability as his own.\u00a0 Of course, that still made them far more powerful than the vast majority of humanity.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m serious,\u201d he said, turning to look at her.<\/p>\n She met his gaze with equal intensity.\u00a0 \u201cAnd I\u2019m honestly just doing what I signed up for,\u201d she answered with a slight shrug.\u00a0 \u201cFlying shiny ships is just a perk I promise to enjoy,\u201d she added with the hint of an urchin\u2019s smile.<\/p>\n \u201cGood.\u201d\u00a0 Malcolm chuckled and looked back out into the burning activity at the heart of the station.\u00a0 \u201cSo\u2026we\u2019re still on target for the end of the week?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0 She cleared her throat then and sighed.\u00a0 \u201cHopefully, even Hastings<\/em> should be ready.\u201d<\/p>\n Malcolm nodded.\u00a0 Hastings<\/em> had been a problem since he found her, but it looked like the Peloran yard mechs had finally punched through the destroyer\u2019s issues.\u00a0 Sometimes literally.\u00a0 And hopefully no new ones cropped up.\u00a0 Of course, he\u2019d thought that before with Hastings<\/em>.\u00a0 He turned back to Dawn, sucking in a deep breath.\u00a0 \u201cWell, I suppose we should\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Dawn shifted her head to the side, her eyes going out of focus as something else caught her attention.\u00a0 It only lasted half a second, and then her eyes came back to his, a worried look in them.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d\u00a0 His question was simple and serious, all hints of the earlier joking gone.<\/p>\n She pursed her lips and sighed.\u00a0 \u201cA courier just arrived with a message from Charles.\u00a0 It\u2019s\u2026not good.\u201d<\/p>\n A chill ran down Malcolm\u2019s back and his eyes flicked over to scan the starships he\u2019d assembled.\u00a0 The undeniable feeling of a shoe waiting to drop hovered over him, and worry intruded into the jubilation of mere moments ago.\u00a0 \u201cWell then.\u201d\u00a0 He licked his lips and turned back to Dawn, steeling himself for whatever bad news her words suggested.\u00a0 \u201cI suppose I should see it.\u201d<\/p>\n Dawn winced, but nodded and a holoform appeared next to him in the observation blister.\u00a0 Charles Edward Hurst was as old as Malcolm, in both reality and appearance.\u00a0 They\u2019d grown up together, and Charles remembered both the boy and the man always wearing a dress suit, whether he was about to climb a tree in the Hurst family woods or conduct business negotiations in a downtown Philadelphia tower.\u00a0 In this recording though, he wore the standard service uniform of the Republic of Texas Marine Corps.\u00a0 Malcolm couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that it looked wrong on Charles, even if his friend filled it out well.\u00a0 He\u2019d just never expected Charles of all people to join the military.<\/p>\n His eyes flashed over to Dawn for a moment though, and he frowned as he considered her words again.\u00a0 Her sister asked her to help him.\u00a0 That was Dorothy, the cybernetic intelligence that flew Charles\u2019 fighter.\u00a0 And his old friend had joined the military to make contact with the Peloran that didn\u2019t trust his family enough to speak with him any other way.\u00a0 Malcolm remembered the day she\u2019d smiled and told Charles just why she\u2019d been born.\u00a0 To help Charles, in full knowledge of his plans to colonize a world in alien<\/em> neighborhoods, to fly their ships over alien<\/em> worlds, to truly be a power in the galaxy at large instead of their tiny little corner of space.\u00a0 And Dawn always told Malcolm that she\u2019d been born to help him too.<\/p>\n \u201cHello Mal,\u201d Charles\u2019 recording said from the holofield, pulling his attention back to his old friend.\u00a0 \u201cI am sending this message because I recently received information suggesting that the Family has finally realized they are missing a rather large sum of money.\u201d\u00a0 Charles winced.\u00a0 \u201cThey are understandably interested in finding out where exactly the money went of course.\u201d<\/p>\n Malcolm snorted.\u00a0 That was probably one of the more emphatic understatements he\u2019d heard in his life.\u00a0 If Charles\u2019 family had picked up on even a tithe of the funding Charles had diverted to the Wolfenheim Project, they would turn over entire star systems to find where it went.\u00a0 And Wolfenheim<\/em> was a very visible target.<\/p>\n \u201cMy information says they have not yet traced it to me, but assuming they do<\/em>, a link between myself and Wolfenheim<\/em> will be an obvious enough thought that even dear cousin Lenny could probably voice it without asking his mommy what to think.\u201d<\/p>\n Malcolm laughed despite the gravity of the situation Charles was painting.\u00a0 Dear old Leonard had to be one of the biggest wastes of oxygen in the known universe, and Malcolm had often wondered how Lenny had enough brainpower to keep breathing.\u00a0 But Charles was right.\u00a0 If they ever did trace the missing money to Charles, even Lenny would think of Wolfenheim<\/em>. \u00a0Colony missions were rather high profile after all.<\/p>\n \u201cI have cutouts in place,\u201d Charles continued to explain with a grim expression, \u201cbut I learned long ago to never underestimate the investigators my family can afford to hire.\u00a0 I have worked with them.\u00a0 I know,\u201d Charles muttered with a dark laugh.\u00a0 \u201cI would not count on your cover holding much longer.\u00a0 Unfortunately, word of this was delayed and I only just received it.\u00a0 I ordered the courier to expedite his trip to New Earth, but am concerned with the timeframe.\u00a0 If you can, launch before the end of January.\u201d<\/p>\n Malcolm winced and looked at Dawn again.\u00a0 She nodded in understanding of the timeframe, and Malcolm\u2019s gut filled with a sinking feeling.<\/p>\n \u201cAny day after that is borrowed 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