Sitrep: So, still working on the video. Small amounts of progress on that front. I have a couple more elements to add and then some more tests before the final part is ready to render. I am playing with lights now, but I may have messed things up, render time just tripled. The warm weather isn't conductive to rendering though, which sucks. (I know, it will only get worse as summer rolls in!)
My left shoulder is still bugging me, it's making things difficult. (Rotatory cuff) I'm hoping to avoid going back to the doc but we'll see. She tried to get me to go to Physical Therapy without investigating it and I'm a bit annoyed by that. I start writing Shelby 4 next week and it might be tough.
Anyway, Carlos finished his read of Jethro 7 overnight, so we just have 2 Betas outstanding on that front. If any other Betas want a go at it, let me know. It is a ride, fair warning. ;)
On to the snippet!:
Atlas XIV aka El Dorado
Empress Catherine Ramichov stood in her office before the wide window,
hands tucked behind her back as she watched the view beyond.
The blackness of space was there of course, but so were pinpoint red,
white, and green running lights of passing ships. The most distant were barely
noticeable. They reminded her vaguely of fireflies. The closer-in ones were
tugs and small craft working on various projects.
Including on the massive ship she was currently inhabiting.
It was far more than a ship of course. During the second phase of the
Xeno war, the Mosasaur class battle moon Atlas XIV had managed to
escape the destruction of Cheops and the yards there. The giant ship had only been
partially finished and had just finished her drive tests when the Xenos had
arrived.
She had fled into hyperspace with a skeleton crew of naval personnel
and civilian shipwrights and contractors. So terrorized by the Xenos that they
kept running, they'd run all the way to Sigma before their antimatter fuel had
run out.
The ship had been marooned in deep space light years from the nearest
star system. Even if the crew had been able to get to one, the nearest star
systems had been dead useless systems of little value. Consequently, no one
traveled to them. Occasionally, someone passed through them but only rarely.
The crew had managed to cobble together a stasis pod for everyone and
then entered stasis. They had worried about being found by the Xenos so they
had foregone a distress beacon. She had no idea why they thought that they'd
ever be found. They nearly hadn't been.
Her ancestors had picked up the pieces after the Federation had been
torn apart. They had collected technology and ships from across the galaxy. But
a series of setbacks had forced them back each time. The largest had been the
changeling bitch Hazel Takaeo. Six and a half centuries ago she had somehow
shown up on Horath and had wreaked havoc. She had been killed by Catherine's
ancestor, but the clone thing had not gone down quietly. She'd destroyed an
entire city, and the A.I. within her had unleashed viruses that had shaken
Horath to its foundations.
It had taken centuries to clear out the mess. Horath had muddled on,
unable to build much for themselves and dependent on what they could loot with
the “Gather Fleet.” Since they'd had an entire galaxy to pick through, it had
been just a question of finding the loot and getting it back to Horath.
Her family and their supporters had focused on rebuilding their
industry. One of the ways to do that was to incentivize the looting. They had
put a special premium on finding shipyards and capital ships under what had
been known as the El Dorado Plan.
Her grandfather hadn't been content with just the one approach though.
He had initiated a recruiting program as well. Spies had sought out inventors
and brought them or their work back to be incorporated into Horath's industrial
base. Due to the nature of Horath's … unique approach to culture and life, they
hadn't had much in the form of education or investment. It had been rather
cutthroat, and children had been almost feral. Training had been in ways of
killing and survival, a mob existence. Everyone had been focused on getting a
berth on a pirate ship to make their fortune.
That had changed over time though with careful investment once they had
taken a serious look at how to fix the problem of industry and being
self-sufficient. They had made great strides decades ago, and around the time
of her birth, an Antiguan by the name of Vinatelli had been recruited.
She grimaced as her fingers danced on the tablet to bring up an image
of the man. Leonardo, a human, brilliant but oh so naive. His handler had
recruited him as his wife, besotted him and gotten him to emigrate to Horath.
They'd raised a family. Their children had been involved in keeping their
father in the dark about the activities around him and focused on his work.
Leonardo had made incredible strides in bringing Horath up-to-date. He
had taught them to break the problem down and work on what they could change,
not focus on what they had lost and give up. He had taken the focus off of
capturing old Federation replicators and trying to hack them in favor of old-fashioned
construction methods. He had practically reinvented many industrial processes
along the way.
But the blinders had come off when he had seen her people abusing other
species. She frowned as she scanned the report. It was a cautionary tale
written to warn them about keeping someone in the dark for so long and relying
on them too heavily. She saw it as a cautionary tale against her family's
genocidal plans. Leonardo had unleashed viruses and his own sabotage much like
Hazel had. Her people had apparently not learned enough from the last time; it
had brought them to their knees.
She hadn't shared those plans. She had listened dutifully to her family
but also to other officers who had served with non-humans during Horath's rise.
The various alien species had been driven out or purged from Horath over time.
Neos had been the last to go nearly a century ago.
She shook her head. That had been a mistake. When her father had taken
command and declared himself emperor, he had brought with him a fanaticism that
had been a fatal flaw. He had surrounded himself with cronies who shared the
same worldview. They had focused an unhealthy amount of energy on “ridding the
galaxy of non-humans.”
Finding El Dorado had been something of a fluke. But it had been the
lynchpin her father had needed to cement his control of Horath and the pirate
clans. With it in his corner, they had begun the rise to the next phase of
their mission, the declaration of empire and seizing control of the galaxy.
They had been so intent on building and securing their power base they
hadn't noticed the sleeper when he awoke. Admiral Irons had managed to build a
power base in Pyrax and built an impressive navy and eventually a reborn
Federation right on their border just as they were moving to expand the empire.
All of the ships they had accumulated over the centuries had been
useless against the admiral and his people once he had unlocked the
Federation's technology—that and recruited
people of all species. Faced with the dual idea of extinction as well as
recreating the Federation, they had risen in droves, driving Horath back.
She had fought on the front lines for a time and seen her father's
increasing dementia and rage get the better of him. His poor decisions had cost
them ships and star systems and ultimately brought the Federation to their home
star system.
She had been forced to seize power to stop the degeneration. But it had
been too late. She had been forced to cut her losses in her home star system,
tearing it apart with a Nova bomb and evacuating with what she could.
The bomb had cut off the enemy and torn them apart in her wake. She had
used the chaos and confusion to run into Sigma. Not
without being chased though—a portion of the Federation's Second Fleet
and Fifth Fleet had followed her.
Killing some of Second Fleet had been a part of her goal.
She had known then as she knew now that the Federation had better helm teams
than her people, even with the slave water dwellers she employed. So she had
known some of the enemy ships would escape. She had been right that most of their
forces on the planet would die along with everyone she had left behind though.
It had taken her time to evade the vengeful Second Fleet
and get them off her track. Time to wait and hope they hadn't found El Dorado.
Time to then get back on track and to her new home. The new home of Horath.
No, not so much Horath as piracy in general. She was the
self-declared pirate empress.
She smiled coldly to the reflection of herself in the
virtual window.
Within the first year of their arrival in Sigma, she had
seized control of all bases and star systems under her control and put her own
people in place where possible. She had begun to extend her control outside of
Sigma. Admiral Suirez had readily accepted her authority in Pi so she'd left
him alone. There was a long turn around for Beta sector; she had only heard
back recently. Couriers headed out to sectors beyond them were going to take
far longer.
Her main problem wasn't just taking control; it was
maintaining it, especially while facing the Federation's Second Fleet. It
didn't help that Horath, her base of operations and thus foundation of her
power, was gone or that she had yet to win an actual battle.
Her people didn't understand that she didn't intend to win
a battle unless the odds were in her favor on several fronts. She had revived
the old pirate code of “fight to run away.”
Her lips curved in a grimace. She hated that. She was a
trained officer of Battle Fleet. It went against the grain to fight and not try
to win. But survival was its own victory of a sorts. They were not producing
ships or components after all, so they had to preserve what they had even while
the Federation grew larger and stronger.
Second Fleet had punched out a lot of her bases in the
first years; she had largely abandoned the southern part of the sector. They
had begun the push north after realizing her withdrawal in the south had been a
feint to throw them off her scent.
That was the other issue, keeping ahead of them and keeping
her main base a secret. But along with those two issues, she had to find new
ways to get around the Federation when they took a strategically important star
system. That was becoming tough.
She was still maintaining relations with Pi, sending and
receiving couriers every six months or so. But she was not sure how long that
would last. She knew it wouldn't last forever. It didn't have to; it just had
to last long enough for her engineers and especially her partner to come
through for her and move El Dorado, preferably out of the sector if possible.
Her plan to bomb Horath had been spun as the action of
Second Fleet. Admiral Irons had threatened to do so after all, and she'd used
that threat against him. She spun it to rally her own people, and her version
had been carefully crafted and spun in various releases to undermine the faith
of people in the admiral and his Federation.
Her people were still trying to gauge the effectiveness of
that part of her strategy. She tended to listen to their projections but flat
out refused to believe the rosiest of them. She had been burned too many times
by such things. The burned hand definitely taught best.
Her plan was to get El Dorado moving again. That was the
next part of the plan, and it was critical. She needed a mobile base of
operations, a place that the Federation couldn't easily track. A place that
could run if pressed. But that was a bit easier said than done.
When they had evacuated from Horath, she had brought with
them every gram of antimatter as well as many weapons and technology. She had
distributed those things and personnel in the various ships in the retreating
fleet. But not all of those ships had survived to get to El Dorado with her.
That was one part of a complex problem.
The other was the age of the ship and the lack of implants
to run it. The ship was a Federation warship so they lacked the keys to run it.
Imperial Intelligence had been running a scam to use some of the personnel they
had found in stasis to help revive their industry as well as the ship. They of
course had focused on the humans in the crew.
She had refocused them on the civilian contractors. The
civilians lacked the training of the military personnel as well as the security
implants. With proper handling, they were working to get the ship right again.
Her father had been intent in just salvaging the ship and
turning it into a functional industrial center. To that end he'd imported a lot
of material and fuel to power the ship. The civilian contractors had rebuilt
some of the basic ship functions and completed the yard. The yard was small but
it had been turning out components and even repairing and upgrading ships.
Now she had it focused on repairing ships and trying to get
Atlas moving again.
She shook her head. The ancient myth of Atlas holding up
the world seemed bitter irony in her current predicament. But, she had an ace
up her sleeve.
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