"Crossfire Tales"

[Barshy]

After days of trudging through the xenofungus, the Believer probe team finally caught a glimpse of the destination in the horizon.

Redemption base… Liz said to herself. This was one of her favorite bases. She remembered back in seminary when her and Sean spent a weekend retreat there. To get to Redemption Base, they rode the newly-built Planetary Transit System. The primary means of transportation, it consisted of galvanized tracks interwoven throughout the Believer empire. Fill the earth… God had commanded. This wonder would help them do just that. She remembered looking out the window at the rolling hills, clear blue sky, with her drowsy head rested lazily on Sean's firm shoulder…

Now the former tracks were corroded and dilapidated.

"Put on your neural helmets," Sean commanded the probe team over the radio. "Liz, this is it. Countless lives are at stake, and the fate of our kingdom rests upon you… But no pressure," Sean joked.

"Thanks," Elizabeth replied, smiling. She heard Don groan in the background. The moved on.

When they had reached the outskirts of Redemption Base, Elizabeth froze in her tracks when she saw what used to be a Believer base… Sacred churches that lined the streets were being bulldozed by University formers. Crosses and angles that graced the buildings were skinned off by unforgiving chisels and hammers. The statue of Father Abraham at the entrance was replaced with a statue of a man with frizzy hair and a moustache, no doubt some famous scientist that used to live on Earth. The central cathedral was wrapped in scaffolding, used to strip the outer walls of anything holy, and a giant observatory was being installed at the top. And to the side, at the end of a quaint cobble-stoned street, lay the rubble of what used to be a wooden chapel. It was there that Sean prayed for me and comforted me when I found out my father died…Liz remembered.

Two University guards approached them. "Who are you, and what business do you have here?" The first guard asked.

Liz quickly removed all signs of shock and horror from her face, then turned to face the officer. "Greetings, we have been sent by one of Prokhor's research aides to help install a new experimental security device, to prevent probe attacks in this newly acquired base. Namely, from the fanatics up north." Liz felt a twang of guilt for lying, for bearing false witness, but now was not the time to resolve moral dilemmas. She held out her ID.

The others did the same. As the guard scanned each one, he remarked, "You know, I don't understand those 'believers' at all. I don't get how they can just blindly place their faith in something they can't even prove exists. Our society discovers new truths each and every day, while they stubbornly cling to their dead traditions…" He breathed a sigh of pity. Liz, with her neural helmet on, could sense the thoughts of anger running through the minds of her probe team.

Liz, sensing the softness of his heart, replied, "Every day we discover new truths that reveal to us more and more the complexity of the universe. And the more complex the universe, the smaller we humans are. Perhaps all these truths are just part of a greater Truth, a Truth that maybe these believers have discovered." The guard mused for a bit. "Perhaps," he replied.

The second guard stepped forward. "What are you talking about? Those zealots have been brainwashed since birth! Only morons would actually accept such nonsense. And they are now paying the price for their primitive ways…" she smiled, cocking her chaos rifle.

Liz glared at her. Had she been there to subvert the base, these guards would see the error of their ways and immediately accept the Truth. However, that was not her mission. "Let's move," she told her team. Wearing pressed white lab coats, neural helmets disguised as regular headgear, and fake ID's clipped to their breast pockets, the team advanced.

New Jeruselum, Main Cathedral

"Sister Miriam, the latest update from abroad: the hackers over in Peacekeeper territory have informed me that they plan to launch an attack on the Hive," said Bartholomew Jenkins, foreign minister and oldest member of the Lord's Council.

"To quash their brutal police state, no doubt," Miriam replied. "But why now?"

Bartholomew said, "Apparently the Hive's forces have been diverted elsewhere. Other than that, data is inconclusive."

"Interesting," Miriam thought. At the moment, although the Believers were engaged in a treaty of friendship with the Peacekeepers, Miriam despised their godless and wretched "democracy." To accommodate the ideals of anyone meant to accept those that ran contrary to God's law. It was clearly an unacceptable government. Nevertheless… "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God," Miriam quoted to herself. She then remembered the times with Lal on the Unity, how they were the only ones voted against splitting, while the other faction leaders selfishly pursued their own paths…

And certainly it could not be compared to Yang's dictatorship. Miriam lost probe teams all the time, but if caught in Yang's claws, they were never allowed to die a martyr's death, but were tortured day and night. Stories of persecution and beatings were rampant. Christian missionaries were hunted for and killed. Experimental brainwashing drugs were injected oftentimes into Hive citizens, and drones who dared to riot were nerve stapled.

Miriam then reminded herself of her ultimate goal… to save the millions of souls from the evil clutches of the unbelieving faction leaders, but she couldn't take them all on at once. The University was being handled, but perhaps it was time to confront the Hive.

She responded, "Bartholomew, I worry that my contacting him will induce him to coax me into joining his entangling alliances, thinking that I have adopted his worldview. Nevertheless, he is the one I trust the most at this point. If Operation Chaos is a success, then I will pray about whether or not to contact Lal within the next few days." She hadn't talked to Lal for years. I wonder how he will react… she wondered.

Redemption Base, Research Hospital

"Come on, Liz, hurry it up," Don gently coaxed. After easily passing through layer after layer of security checkpoints, the Believer probe team finally reached their target.

"I'm doing the best I can," Liz replied, flicking switches, setting up equipment, and entering passwords at lightning speed. This speed had earned her the title of valedictorian back at the Neuroscience Academy.

"Finally." She pressed a red button, and the equipment began to hum quietly. Immediately she linked the four probe team helmets together with a special thin wire.

Sean's voice cracked through the radio. "Probe team, remember, it's important that all of you remain linked together. By operating together, you increase the effectiveness of the information transfer nearly a hundredfold. Enter the University database, find the information we need, and download it. Each step requires full concentration. May God be with you." Sean knew they could easily just download the information electronically, but the Believers recently discovered that by using the power of the brain, combined with their unwavering faith, the process was quickened considerably.

"Go," Liz commanded. Each member closed their eyes, and their neurons began firing at twice the regular rate. Mental probes dove into the University datalinks, scanning the grids for the desired theory. As probe team leader, Liz concentrated the most, clicking away with her fingers, entering fake passcodes whenever they arrived at a new network node.

In the command room of New Jeruselum, Sean faced a large screen. One side showed all the data that they were scanning; numbers, formulas, and theories flew left and right. Suddenly, it stopped.

"Sean," crackled a voice over the radio. "Is this the data we're looking for? It looks unfamiliar." Sean quickly read it, then replied, "No. Keep going; I'll let you know when we reach it." As governor for 8 years, Sean was well-versed in current Believer technology.

After a few minutes, which seemed like eternity, they hit upon something... "That's it!" exclaimed Liz, intuitively knowing they had found the buried treasure. Complex formulas, radical fifth-dimension mathematical equations, and zeno-modern theories characterized the data.

"Congratulations," Sean confirmed. "Begin the download. Please concentrate, all of you. We haven't much time."

As the probe members' brains burned, they realized that the amount of information was more than they had imagined. The Academy had not prepared them for this much data. One member felt like he was going to have a stroke. Liz concentrated the hardest, eyes squint shut and teeth clenched. Her sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.

Suddenly, the mental stream was reduced tenfold. Someone had stopped focusing. "Footsteps!" Don whispered to the probe team. The other two members looked up. Clip-clop, clip-clop… they could hear. These were organized footsteps, marching with the military rhythm like that of a Roman phalanx.

"We've got to get out of here!" screamed Don under his breath. "They know we're here. This mission is over. We can come back later!" The other probe members began to panic, their concentration relaxed, increasing the mental burden upon Elizabeth tenfold more.

"N..o!.. We.. must finish.. the download!" Elizabeth hissed. "If we fail, another base will be captured, and thousands of people will die. Those who survive will have their brain wiped clean of the faith that have sustained them their whole life! There is no next time!"

A voice crackled through the radio. "Liz!" Sean yelled. "They're coming! Abort the mission!" Sean knew he was operating against protocol, but Elizabeth's life was at stake, and each footstep tightened his nerves like a rope in a fierce tug-o-war.

The soldiers were coming closer, still quite a way down the hall. When Don turned around, he noticed the other probe team members had fled. He looked at Elizabeth's figure, trembling under the weight of the mental burden. "Elizabeth. For God's sake. Please stop!"

"Almost.. finished…" strained Elizabeth, feeling the last bits of data coarsing into New Jeruselum. Suddenly she heard a click. Turning around, she saw Don, shredder pistol in hand, extended toward the oncoming University soldiers.

"Noo!!" screamed Elizabeth, hitting Don's arm just as he pulled the trigger. No more death… She was too late. A soldier felt a sharp pain run through the side of his body, and he realized a shadow at the end of the hall. Intruder!

The distraction severed the mental link. Quickly, Liz turned back toward the apparatus. Only a few more seconds… Liz said, reestablishing the link.

Don knew that was it. The soldiers didn't know how many intruders there were. If he left now, they wouldn't go after him. Looking one last time at the woman he loved, he turned and abandoned her, mentally blowing her a goodbye kiss.

"LIZ!" cried Sean over the radio, tears streaming down his face. "Run!!!"

"Hold it right there," came a stern voice. Elizabeth suddenly opened her eyes. It is finished…

…On the left side of the screen, where Elizabeth's camera view was, he saw the barrel of a shredder pistol aimed at her head.

…On the right side of the screen, Sean saw the words "Download Complete."

But when he looked back upon the left side, all he could see was static.

[dante^]

M.Y. 2235
Nautilus Pirates First Naval Battalion Command
AAA Chaos Battleship Dreadnought

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BEGIN CONFERENCE LOG

Captain Ulrik Svensgaard: Have the co-ordinates of the rendezvous point with the Lightning and the Star of Chiron been relayed to Port Svensgaard?

Vice Admiral Bernard Rawlings: Affirmative, Captain. The ships have departed from Port Svensgaard and will join up with the fleet at sector 3612.

Captain Ulrik Svensgaard: Good. Now, what of the Peacekeepers' requests?

Rear-Admiral Daniel Milstein: We have sent them whatever data we possess about the Cyborgs, not that we have much of it, anyway. We have also agreed not to reveal the existence of the Free Drone bases to the other factions on Chiron.

Captain Ulrik Svensgaard: What of the upgrading of our current ships and garrison troops?

Rear-Admiral Winston Osis: The production of new Chaos weapons are already underway in our bases at Safe Haven and Port Svensgaard. Deducting the energy credits we have set aside to pay the other factions as reparations, this massive upgrade of our current weapons has left our energy reserves practically empty. However, my estimate is that in 4 months, all of our ships and troops will be fully equipped with Chaos weaponry.

Captain Ulrik Svensgaard: Excellent. Now, gentlemen, is there anything else you would like to bring up? Admiral Jenberg?

Admiral Karl Jenberg: You will have to pardon my bluntless, Captain Svensgaard.

Captain Ulrik Svensgaard: Go ahead, Admiral.

Admiral Karl Jenberg: Captain, I'm sure that you realize that we have played our part in the defence of the Free Drones, and have suffered great losses, losing an entire fleet. We have made good our promise to the Peacekeepers and the Free Drones. Why, then, have you deployed our largest naval battalion to fight the Cyborgs? This is a waste of resources! More casualties will be incurred! In my opinion, we should turn this ship around and head back to base. Leave the Free Drones to their own devices!

Captain Ulrik Svensgaard: I recognize your concern, Admiral Jenberg. However, you must see that this battle does not only belong to the Free Drones now. It is now also a battle which we must fight. I...

Admiral Jenberg: Captain, I know that Rear-Admiral Thomas de Bilde went down with the 3rd Fleet. I also know that he was your friend, one who landed on this planet with you. I have met Thomas on several occasions and I know him to be a good man. I am saddened by his death as well. But surely you cannot send an entire fleet to fight the Cyborgs just to avenge him! I urge you to reconsider cancelling this mission at once.

Captain Ulrik Svensgaard: Please, Admiral Jenberg, let me finish. I did not authorize this mission merely for revenge on the Cyborgs. It is true that I wish to crush the Cyborgs for tricking and destroying our forces. I also wish to avenge the death of my friend. However, there are other reasons as to why I ordered such a large fleet to Free Drone territories. First, the Free Drone defences will have trouble handling such a large Cyborg air force. If they fall and the Cyborgs capture the Cloudbase Academy, our faction will surely be next. We cannot allow them to capture the Cloudbase. Furthermore, I have spoken with Foreman Domai of the Free Drones and he is a reasonable man who cares about his people. He will make a good ally in times to come. Second, I realize that a fleet half the size of this is sufficient to help the Free Drones in their defence. You know that besides the Cyborgs and the Free Drones, the Peacekeepers are at the scene as well. We shall show them that we are a force to reckoned with. Now, Admiral Jenberg, do you have any more questions?

Admiral Karl Jenberg: No, Captain. I apologize for doubting your intentions.

Captain Ulrik Svensgaard: No need for apologies, Admiral Jenberg. Your worries are well founded. Gentlemen, if there are no more questions, I advise that all of you get some rest. The conflict with the Cyborg air force will not be easy. Dismissed.

END CONFERENCE LOG

Datalinks Item 835-NV-2235

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* * * Nautilus Pirates First Naval Battalion * * *
Status Report

Commander-In-Chief: Captain Ulrik Svensgaard
Second in Command: Admiral Karl Jenberg

AAA Chaos Battleship Dreadnought
Commander: Captain Ulrik Svensgaard

AAA Chaos Cruiser Thor
Commander: Admiral Karl Jenberg

AAA Chaos Cruiser Loki
Commander: Vice Admiral Bernard Rawlings

AAA Chaos Destroyer Meteor Strike
Commander: Rear-Admiral Winston Osis

AAA Chaos Destroyer Victorious
Commander: Rear-Admiral Daniel Milstein

AAA Missile Skimship Lightning
Commander: Captain Kenji Nakayama

AAA Missile Skimship Star of Chiron
Commander: Captain Wendy Fisher

Missile Foil Panther
Commander: Lieutenant Commander Juan Ortega

Recon Foil Lurker
Commander: Lieutenant Commander Henrik Svensson

Current Location: Sea of Mnesimache

[This message has been edited by dante^ (edited November 21, 1999).]

[dante^]

M.Y. 2235
Nautilus First Naval Battalion Command
AAA Chaos Battleship Dreadnought
Location: Sea of Mnesimache

Ulrik Svensgaard leaned over the railing of the ship. The Dreadnought, named after the ship that so dramatically changed the naval arms race back on the old Earth in the 20th century. As technology progressed, so did the ships, but the name had stuck with all of the ships under Svensgaard's command.

There was almost complete silence, all except for the low hum of the ship's engines. Svensgaard savored the silence. He knew it would soon be destroyed by the explosions.

"Captain Svensgaard, you had better come take a look at this."

"What is it, Ensign?" Svensgaard turned to face the speaker.

"Sensors detect over thirty Cyborg needlejets over Free Drone airspace. Currently engaging Free Drone interceptors."

"How long before our ships get in range?"

"ETA 12 minutes, Captain. The Lurker reports that two Cyborg Chaos Shock Troops squads have landed on the Free Drone land mass and are now moving towards the Free Drone base Living Standard."

"Well done, Ensign. Keep me informed."

*****

Some of the Cyborg needlejets broke off from their engagement with the Free Drone interceptors and dived to fire upon the waiting fleet below.

"Hold our fire, Ensign. Target the needlejet the sensors mark as "Kappa Leader". Wait until it gets into range before firing." Svensgaard ordered.

Around the Dreadnought, the other ships opened fire in unison. The high-pitched whine of the ships' Chaos Guns filled the air, along with the roar of the AAA missiles.

A Cyborg needlejet, mortally wounded by the Chaos beams, fell, spinning nose over tail to crash into the ocean before exploding, littering the water with its burning wreckage.

"Hold our fire, Ensign. Let it come nearer."

"But Captain, it's already in range..."

"Do it, Ensign!"

The needlejet marked as Kappa Leader neared the Dreadnought.

"Captain?"

"Hold your fire, Ensign!"

Even closer now.

"Now Ensign! Fire with all guns!"

There was a low hum as the Dreadnought's Chaos Guns charged up, and Kappa Leader detonated into an inferno in the sky above the ship.

The ensign slumped back in his seat in relief. Nonetheless, he was impressed with Svensgaard's vision. A squadron leader was usually more heavily armored, and if the Dreadnought had fired earlier, it would not have destroyed the needlejet and allow it to take a shot at the ship.

Nearby, the Panther, the Missile Foil which had accompanied the fleet to act as support for the Free Drone land defences, had been hit hard by Cyborg fighters. Its crew was diving overboard to escape the imminent explosion.

The Free Drone interceptors were faring well against the Cyborgs. Casualties among the Free Drones were mercifully low.

The same could not be said for the Cyborg needlejet squadrons. They were dropping like flies through the combined effort of the Pirates and the Free Drones.

The skies cleared while the Free Drone interceptors mopped up the last of the Cyborg needlejets.

Svensgaard was pleased. Damage done to the Pirate fleet had been surprisingly low, much lower than the estimates.

"Ensign, order the fleet to retreat beyond Free Drone borders. Foreman Domai will be pleased with the results of the battle today."

[Raging Mouse]

Location: The Dream of Planet

"Michael, wake up! Come on, get out of it for Panet's sake!"

Michael can only faintly hear the pleading voice; he is surrounded by total blackness and cannot feel anything. There is only that faint, insistent voice. And something else; Michael slowly becomes aware of a presence, in the same way that a person senses someone watching. He tries to move, to search for the intruder, and the faint pleading disappears. The feeling of being observed strengthens, and suddenly there is a faint light.

Michael is looking straight up at a black, starlit sky. He is lying on a thick mass of black tentacles. They are warm and comforting, and occasionally one of them wave about in the air. He stands up and looks around: There is nothing to be seen, all around the horizon, except this gargantuan field of black. No hills, no lights; nothing. There isn't even any sign of an atmosphere: Michael can clearly see stars positioned a mere hundredth of a degree above the horizon.

The feeling of being observed is really intense now. Michael cups both hands around his mouth and shouts with as much power as he can muster:

"CAN YOU HEAR ME? WHO IS OUT THERE?"

The shout seems weak and thin, yet it produces an immediate effect. Suddenly the field of tentacles starts to ripple; concentric rings flow outward from Michael at a dizzying speed. Michael can only stare, fascinated, as the ripples disappear in the distance. Then he sees that there are ripples returning, as if travelling in reverse. He watches with mounting apprehension as the ripples get closer and closer.. until they disappear under his feet, and he is blasted by the Voice.

"PLANETMIND DREAMS ALONE. EARTHMICHAEL NOT WELCOME."

The force of the voice throws him into the air, but instead of falling back down he accelerates into the void.

Suddenly he feels as if he has hit a wall. An instant later he slams open his eyes, and sits up so fast that he head-butts Werner, who was standing over him. Then his head starts to spin, and he falls down heavily onto the bed where he was lying.

"AAAaargh, you broke my nose! Man amb I glad to see you awake, Wernder! Blasted pladet, I deed a bed-hypo for dsis bloody dose..." Werner stumbles off, holding his gushing nose. Anthony helps Michael sit up again, and smiles slightly.

"We thought for a moment that you'd be playing with the mindworms for ever after, Michael."

"Uh.. wha.. what happened?"

Anthony tells him. Michael looks around the room, and spots Affiz and Ling lying on similar beds like his.

"What about Affiz and Ling?"

"We had the autodoc inject a mindworm-neurotoxin harmless to humans that killed the foreign cells in their system. They are resting now." Anthony looks really concerned when he continues. "It's you that is the problem. We couldn't detect any of the mindworm cells in your bloodstream, but they are still there. You see, they are pumping out huge amounts of neurotransmitter-chemicals into your system; your brainwaves are totally berserk as a result. And we have given you a double dose of neurotoxins, twice, but it hasn't had any effect. The only reason you are with us now is because we pumped you full of a tranquilizer for mindworms. It's dangerous to humans only in massive quantities, so you shouldn't feel anything besides a slight groggyness."

"Are you kidding!? I feel like I hiked here from U.N. Haven City without a breather! Everything's spinning and I think I'm gonna -oh no-"

A noisy interlude later, Anthony clears his throat.

"There. Feeling better? Good. We have to get you and them two loaded onto the rover real quick, so that we can get you to the research hospital at Safe Haven before it gets worse."

"Didn't Werner say that the cells would die after two days?"

"That's what we hoped. You see, you have been unconscious -well, unconscious is as good as I can describe it- for three days now, and there's still no sign that the cells have stopped producing neurotransmitters. Wherever they might be. And we can't keep you on the tranquilizers forever."

"Well so long as we get to Haven City without any problems."

"Even during the trip we'll have to cut down on the chems; otherwise your liver might get damaged. This trip isn't going to be very nice for you."

"No sense in waiting then, is there?"

Anthony smiles. "When Werner returns he'll help me get the three of you into the rover."

Fifteen minutes later Werner closes the back door to the rover and turns to Anthony.

"Well there they are. I'll call Safe Haven and tell them you're coming. I'll say you experienced an attack by mindworms; they're still mapping the full range of effects this can have on a human, so they should believe it. Once they actually start to examine you people they will probably be too fascinated to really care about the truth."

Anthony grins mirthlessly. "Thanks. In your shoes I'd clean my face before calling them; you look like you'd have run several times into a wall. Then again, maybe not.. it might help you convince those docs."

"Right. Well, you'd better get moving. It's going to take several days and, frankly, I don't think that Michael is going to get better by himself."

Anthony climbs into the driver's seat, and closes the door. A thump is heard as the rover seals itself, followed by a loud hissing as it fills with breathable air. Werner watches as the rover speeds down into a valley between the main ridge and a lower peak. Half an hour later it passes over the lower peak and is gone.

[Jasonian]

Free Drone Central
Domai’s War Room


The final reports of the battle were in, and they were considerably better then the last. With the arrival of the AAA equipped Pirate fleet, the Free Drone jets and Pirate cruisers had swatted down the Cyborg fighters. Only three jets, Mu One, Beta One, and Kappa Two were unaccounted for. They were assumed to have retreated, because even a weak garrison wouldn’t have too much trouble with a mere three jets.

Damage reports were also encouraging. The Pirates had lost only one ship, the Panther , and had taken minor scratches to hull armor. Ten Free Drone jets were down also. Three from Blade, two from Razor, one from Talon, and two Falcon interceptors. The rest were en-route to Free Drone Central.

Foreman Domai, with a large grin on his face, took control of the council once more; “All right people. Let’s wrap this up. Rockmore, what do we do about the two chaos shock troops that have landed near Living Standard?”

Rockmore rose. He too was pleased, for this plan had worked rather well, “Well, we have two conventional missiles here on standby. If you wish, I could fire both of them and destroy the shock troops nice and cleanly.”

Domai shook his head, “No… we can’t use them both. What about the Cloudbase? Can it handle them?”

Rockmore checked his datapad, “Captain Sheldon says that they could handle them, but damage would be taken to the Cloudbase itself.”

Domai pondered this, “Hmm… fire one missile, and have the Cloudbase take care of the other shock troop squad. Peacekeeper Diplomat Bodinksy, I hear that you’re people didn’t even join into the battle. I would like to know your reasons.”

Bodinksy looked uncomfortable, but he answered, “Well, three reasons. One, we did not have to risk our ships, since the forces in the area had things under control. Two, we have never declared vendetta on the Cyborgs, for we have not been threatened. We believe that negotiation is still an option between the Drones, Pirates, and Cyborgs. A long war is unwanted by all our nations, as you say, Foreman.”


Domai seemed pleased by being quoted, but his face remained hard, “I’m sure you are aware of the loss of the Pirate’s fleet. You did nothing to help them during that battle.”

“There was nothing we could have done, Foreman. Our ships were made for ground bombardments and land troop coverage. We could not have done a thing to air threats, and would have been sunk like the Pirate fleet was.”

“I see the reasoning, but you left them to die, without even trying.” Bodinksy started to protest, but Domai went on, “No no. None of that. It’s in the past now. You can make it up by getting Lal to try put pressure on the Cyborgs to sign a truce with both us and the Pirates.”

Bodinksy seemed relived, but Domai said, “There were three reasons, sir?”

“Ah… ah yes. The third reason is the reason we’re passing through here. We’re on a joint Peacekeeper/University mission to investigate and possibly eliminate a rogue base on the Isle of Dexamenus. We have reason to believe that they, and not the Spartans, were responsible for the attack on University Base.”

Domai paused, “I see. Well, I hope you deal your justice to those atrocious fools. If you’ll excuse us, Diplomat, we have some more things to discuss.”

Bodinksy rose, “Of course, Foreman. I’ll contact you before my people leave.” He left the room.

After the door shut, Domai said, “Malcolm! Status report of the Isle of Dexamenus!”

Malcolm checked the latest map data, “Claimed by no faction, sir. Small isle in the deep south oceans. Lots of rare chemicals and elements in the soil. No known bases or outposts.”

“Deep south… yes. Makes sense. Nice and remote. Too cold for a beach resort, but warm enough for easy survival. Those elements must have been useful…” Domai mumbled.

The rest of the council just looked at Domai, “Umm… sir? What are you talking about?” Malcolm asked.

“Call up Sinder. Now. I think we’ve found where they are.”

The rest of the council seemed to mull over what Domai had just said has Malcolm entered the comlink.

~ The frequency you have entered does not exist. Please hold while you are forwarded to the new frequency. ~

Domai just stared at that message. Had something happened the Data Angels’ capital tower? Before he could think too much about it, a gruff man appeared before him.

“Huh? Who are you?”

“Ahh... this is Foreman Domai. If you will, I wish to speak to Sin --.”

“No, I will not. How did you even get this number?! . Get back to work, you slacker. We don’t have time to mess with the coms.”

The man disappeared, and the screen was filled with static.

Cloudbase Academy


The scopes showed the missile impact perfectly. One entire Cyborg troop was taken out, and the other was being pelted by both the Cloudbase’s guns and Living Standard’s garrison. The troop would not last long. Finally, all the Cyborg invaders of Free Drone Nation had been eliminated.

[Jayk]

University Base – Temporary Headquarters

“It is as you feared Prokhor, the Believers successfully downloaded our information on chaos gun technology. Our best projections suggest that they can have a working prototype in one months time and can upgrade existing weapons soon after.” The University advisor shifted her weight from one foot to the other uneasily, this was the third time she had to make a less than promising report to Academician Zakharov in one days time. Natalia was a respected scientist in her own right, but her eye for detail and organizational skills earned her the position of Chief Advisor.

Zakharov nodded gravely, this would top his list of bad news. His nemesis Miriam had just evened the playing field in a five-minute transaction of data. He hated war; it took so much away from his precious research. The sending of potential scientists out onto battlefields to fight disheartened him; any advantage he could give his soldiers he would.

After a long silence, the leader spoke. “Transfer some more of the newer students to the war department. The Believers will use the chaos gun against us, but it will take them time, time we can use to improve on the technology, perhaps even surpass it.” The scientist in him winced at having to do this, directing research like this was against his principles, he felt it inhibited freethinking. “Anything else to report on the situation?”

“The subject responsible is in custody and being questioned, you may interrogate her personally if you wish. So far we have learned nothing from her, she has no file and answers only with quotes from scripture. I doubt you could do better yourself.” Normally any kind of quip questioning the ability of a leader would be met with harsh retribution, but Zakharov insisted his advisors speak frankly.

“I do not think that will be necessary. She will not tell us anything, but I believe there may still be some use for her.” A small green dot flashed in the upper left hand corner of his left eyepiece. The current time and a brief reminder were projected, the numbers and letters seemed to be suspended in the air a few feet from his face, but were actually only a millimeter in size and displayed across the surface of the eyeglass.

“We shall have to discuss this later today; I have a conference with Commissioner Lal and Forman Domai in a few minutes.” Zakharov tapped a few buttons on his flatpanel display and watched as the room darkened. His advisor took a seat in the chair provided and prepared to take notes as the ceiling divided to reveal a large electronic apparatus. There was a brief flicker as the holographic projectors warmed up, but within seconds the transparent forms of Lal and Domai appeared.

“Greetings gentlemen. I know the tide of battle is close; this Cyborg faction has shown great determination at expanding their territory. Therefore I shall not waste your time. I can commit a fleet of neddlejets to the defense of your Cloudbase Academy Foreman, but I do not have many pilots to spare. My own dispute with Sister Miriam is going well, but I must continue to press my advantage less she gain the upper hand. I have been told that you can expect ten jets to arrive within two hours time, if you can hold out until then, I have no doubt the Cyborgs can be held at bay for the time being. An engineering team is accompanying the fleet and will dock with the Cloudbase, I personally selected them to help with repairs and upgrades to your existing neddlejets. Is that sufficient…?”

Domai flashed his classic stalwart smile and nodded. “Thank you for your assistance. I have no doubt that we can force the Cyborgs back, but we will be left with very little in the way of defense, your needlejets will supplement whatever we have left.”

Commissioner Lal added a nod of his own and spoke in his always-moderate tone. “Your efforts to help preserve this fledgling faction dedicated to freedom and human rights is greatly appreciated Prokhor. I have no doubt that a lasting peace between the three of us will result.”

The Academician offered a rare smile before continuing. “I am glad to hear you say so. You can count on my aid against Chairman Yang after the party responsible for the chemical weapons attack against my people has been apprehended. For now though, you two have a war to win against these Cyborgs.” The trio bid one another farewell and Zakharov slid a finger across a lit portion of his flatpanel display and ended the holo-conference. The lighting increased and he turned towards his advisor, still sitting quietly in the corner of the temporary office. “Any thoughts Natalia?”

His advisor leaned forward and pulled the chair along to move from the corner to sit in front of the desk. “The Free Drone faction may prove to be a greater ally than expected. They will no doubt provide an alternative to Morgan products if their industrial rate continues at the pace it has. Competition between the two would mean lower prices for everyone, I suggest we aid Domai in any way possible.”

“I have to agree. Mr. Morgan has a monopoly on more products than I can count, but with enough help from the Peacekeepers and us, we can even out the trade market a bit. My only concern in this mysterious Cyborg faction, what did they call themselves?”

“The Cybernetic Consciousness.”

“Right, the Cybernetic Consciousness. One of the students in the satellite monitoring station is performing sweeps around the Bore Hole Cluster, ask him to keep an eye on the area surrounding Free Drone territory while he is at it, we might be able to spot one of their bases.” Zakharov stood up and waved for Natalia to follow. “Come, I am heading in that direction anyway, I have been neglecting some research of my own, and if you happen to see David on your way, tell him I am in my lab.”
[This message has been edited by Jayk (edited November 25, 1999).]

[Cotroneo]

1600 hours
Borehole B’s Surrounding Building

“We are coming up on the room… the strange readings are getting stronger.” Herc had fallen behind the group, and was still hurting over Jacob’s death, but he refused to quit.

Mongoose, who continued to lead the group, raised his hand, and brought the group to a stop right before the entrance to the room. He motioned for Raptor and Herc to get up against the wall, which they did right away.

“What do you think is in their, another trap?” Herc asked as Mongoose motioned for Herc to shut his mouth, and to listen for any approaching ambushes.

After several seconds of listening, Raptor and Mongoose loaded their impact rifles with new energy charges, and stood ready for action against the wall.

“On three….I’ll go up the right side of the room, and you take the left, remember to hug the walls. They probably are expecting people to travel strait into the room.” Mongoose whispered across the hallway to Raptor.

“One….Two….Three!” Raptor yelled and they dashed into the room, hugging the walls looking for cover. But, to their surprise, nothing attacked.

“Herc, get a flare, light this place up, it’s to dark.” Raptor said to Herc, who had followed Raptor along the left wall.

Herc took a small red stick from his jacket’s inside pocket, and rolled it into the center of the room. Both, Raptor and Mongoose held their guns in firing position waiting for Herc to turn the flare on.

“Here we go…” Herc whispered to Raptor as he touched his datapad, igniting the reddish flare.

Both combat men strained their eyes to see the center of the room, as the flare lighted up the room. Not until, a couple of seconds, did the men see how large the room had actually been.

“What the hell is that thing….it looks like a spider?” Herc said, apparently getting over his previous sickness.

“Stand back gentlemen, I don’t know what this thing is, but it doesn’t look friendly.” The always-careful Mongoose responded, as he took a step back farther against the wall.

Raptor, carefully, walked forward, still holding his gun at firing posture. Three large multi-legged metallic objects filled the large room. Apparently the center object was larger than the other two. Raptor, walked up to the behemoth, and carefully touched its metallic armor with his hands.

“Man that’s cold, this thing must have been sitting here a hell of a long time.” Raptor said as he slowly placed his gun on the ground, and took out his global to contact Sinder.

“Use the global’s onboard camera, Sinder and Zebra, will want to take a look at the object when we get back.” Herc suggested as he walked slowly to Raptor.

“Do you think the University built them, maybe for mining or something?” Mongoose asked as he walked up to the larger one in the middle of the room.

“Who knows, in all my engineering career, I haven’t seen anything like this before.” Herc responded as he took readings of its structural makeup.

“Although, I’m sure you would like to stay down here Herc, we better get back. I’m sure Sinder and Zebra will want a full scientific team down here. And quite frankly, these things scare the **** out of me.” Raptor said, as he finished taking shots with his global.

[Jayk]

University Base – Zakharov’s Private Laboratory

Prokhor Zakharov stood leaning over a sealed glass dish; his spectacles clicked as they digitally magnified the image. Millions of microscopic viruses floated in an incubating gel, ready to attack and destroy any living cell that came close. The master scientist raised a hand at the hushed sound of the laboratory door sliding open to silence anyone entering. His glasses clicked again returning to normal magnification and with the tap of a button, a mechanical arm extended to lift the glass dish into an isolation chamber. Glancing up, the Academician nodded and waved the newest occupant over.

“You are just in time David, there is now enough of the virus for testing. Natalia told you I was looking for you?”

“I was in the satellite monitoring station by chance, Leroi asked me to help identify some new fungus growths they picked up on their screens; she came in and told me.” The unusually tall assistant passed him a metal box the picked up from the far end of the lab table that he motioned for. At almost 252 centimeters (close to seven feet) in height, David Jones had to duck down to see into the isolation chamber.

Speaking into his headset, Zakharov began his experiment. “I am taking off the lid and removing a slab of reanimated human liver cells. The cells are being placed inside the entry port where they will meet with the live virus. The delivery sequence has begun, cameras are active and the timer is ready. Cells entered and virus released.” Within seconds, the liver cells started to mutate; although invisible to the naked eye, Zakharov’s enhanced glasses gave an up-close view of the carnage.

“Excellent work Prokhor! The deterioration rate is four percent faster than you expected, not a big deal, but impressive all the same.” David folded his arms across his chest grinning; he knew the University leader liked praise, even if he would never admit it. This particular project was important to Zakharov even though it was destined to never see the light of day, the scientist knew and perhaps feared what retroviral engineering could do. “Now what was it you needed to speak with me about?”

“Yes, right…” The eyepieces of Zakharov’s glasses clicked and the scientist looked away from his work. At just under five feet tall, he had to look up when speaking to his assistant. “By now you must know that our interrogators have finished questioning the Believer prisoner.” David nodded at this before Zakharov continued. “Your studies into Chairman Yang’s mind control techniques may be useful in persuading her to help. I have asked for her to be transferred to your laboratory so you could begin right away, there are four armed guards, but they have been instructed to keep out of your way unless she tries anything.”

“I was not expecting to do anything like this so soon, but I am fully prepared.” He smiled broadly; in his own way, Zakharov had just earned David some major bragging rights.

“Good, when I am finished monitoring things here, I will join you.” With that, Zakharov picked up a datapad and began to take notes on what he was observing within the isolation chamber. David simply turned and walked towards the door running the mind control procedures through his head. He tapped the wall panel that opened the door and stepped out into the hall nearly bumping into four security personnel and one special prisoner.

An ironic smile crossed the assistant’s lips as he stood towering over the Believer spy. “Welcome to University Base, this way please.” David led the group down the hall and hit the access panel to his private lab opening the door, smaller than Zakharov’s, but just as cluttered. The four guards took their prisoner to the only chair in the room, a special one with restraints of its own; she allowed herself to be tied down without resistance. The security team took up positions out of the way and let the doctor work.

“You will not feel anything more than a slight *****, otherwise it will not hurt and if you are a good patient, you may even get a lollipop. You can call me Doc Jones if you’d like, although you won’t remember me in an hour.” She looked up at him and glared, not daring to say a word, but letting her anger show through her eyes. As David injected the first of many chemicals into her bloodstream, her head bobbed as she grew tired and ultimately passed out.

“Is she dead Doctor?” David sighed at the guard’s ignorance, only those that did not make the grade in school ended up doing security service.

“She is quite alive and if everything goes correctly, she will live for a long time, provided of course she survives the bomb I am going to program her to plant in Miriam Godwinson’s headquarters.” He could not help but grin at that. It was his idea, his research that would make it all possible. As soon as the Believer Probe member was captured, a stack of proposals landed on Zakharov’s desk. It was his that won out. The whole procedure was relatively simple, David designed it that way; University scientists were very liberal with research. Anyone could have done it really, but the thrill of getting to meet and mind control a Believer spy was not wasted on anyone else.

[Jayk]

University Base Headquarters Public Announcement

“It began as an American tradition. Celebrated year after year by millions and hailed as the greatest holiday of human kind. Today I call for a return of this tradition, not as the holiday of a nation, but as a holiday of Planet. I declare today, now and for all time, New Thanksgiving. Our scientists have been working in secret for the past month on replicating turkey through advanced genetic engineering. The Civil Patrol has opened the Recreation Commons to all for a grand feast in the great Earth tradition. I invite one and all to join us on this day of thanks; to those factions receiving this broadcast, we have plenty to go around. Transport units have been loaded and are prepared to make deliveries. Thank you for your time and have a happy New Thanksgiving.”

The red light atop the broadcast camera turned off and the crew applauded. Prokhor Zakharov stood and bowed to his small audience. “Please, everyone, take the rest of the day off and enjoy.”

The news station staff began to shuffle off thanking the University leader as they left. When everyone had gone, Zakharov sat back down in his chair and frowned. One of his advisors had come to him after a talk with the local governor regarding the low moral of the nation after the chemical weapons attack. It took a lot of persuasion before he agreed to close his precious research labs and cancel building projects, even if it was for only one day. Zakharov knew he would have to appear at the University Base Recreation Commons before food was served, but that did not stop his from reading a handful of research reports before hand. He would also have to prepare a speech. The intricacies of such social activities were not foreign to him, but he preferred the physical sciences to those of the social realm.

Tomorrow, things would return to normal, though talk of the unexpected event would no doubt continue for days to come. Many figured their leader to be too analytical for such a thing. His advisor was right, this would do wonders for his image among the people, no matter how superficial and irrelevant he thought it was. A few number crunches projected that productivity would increase as a result, which was a definite plus. As long as it made up for giving everyone a day off, he would be satisfied.
[This message has been edited by Jayk (edited November 25, 1999).]

[Barshy]

*bing!* rang the elevator.
Top floor, Main Cathedral.
"Sean! You better start saying your prayers. You're about to meet Sister Miriam!"
"Snap out of it, Sean. You're so out of it all the time!"
"Escorting you to the top floor gives me an excuse to spend time with you. You're so dang busy all the time."
"Piece of cake."

Blinking his eyes, Minister Sean Yang cleared the tears that surged in his eyes. It was another meeting of the Lord's Council, and he couldn't let his grief and emotions about Liz overtake him... he had to show Miriam and the other Ministers that he had a strong and stoic faith.

This time, as he nodded to the guards, he didn't hear the usual low hum of their weaponry, but a new, barely-audible, pulsating sound of the prototyped chaos weapon. The fruits of Elizabeth's labor...

"Sean," came the resonating voice of Sister Miriam. "We know how much Agent Wivern meant to you. However, rest assured that her treasures and rewards in heaven are great, and that her soul is secure, safe from this unforgiving Planet." She smiled.

Sean returned an obviously forced and weak smile. "Thank you. Now, what business must we attend to?" Liz hates it when I change the subject so quickly...

Peter spoke up. "The governors of nearly all the bases have been trying to upgrade all of our soldiers to use the new chaos weapon. Our first prototype has already been built!" He said proudly. How ironic... Liz sacrificed her life to promote even more death... a new way of killing people, something she absolutely hated. Even tried to save the life of that University soldier from Don's shredder pistol.

"Excellent," Miriam replied, then turning to face Bartholomew. "I have been praying lately about the decision to contact Lal and join his crusade against Chairman Yang. I suddenly remembered that he is actively engaged in a friendship with Zakharov. I cannot tolerate this." The bitter feud between Miriam and Zakharov... so similar between Sean and Don. And yet Liz always tried to make them get along... Blessed are the peacemakers...

"Thus, I have come to a decision. I am unsure how successful Lal will be against Yang by himself, or whomever else he has managed to ally himself with. Nevertheless, we shall only offer our assistance against Yang if he agrees to break off the treaty of friendship with Zakharov. I certainly admire his peacekeeping efforts, but we cannot allow him to accommodate the murderous 'research' of our Provost friend." Liz was a champion against the unethical research practices of even our own Believer scientists...

Sean then introjected, fearing if he were silent any longer, his thoughts of Liz would inundate his mind, driving him insane. "Sister, might I suggest that you send a diplomatic letter electronically to Lal? I fear that if we contact him through the commlink, he will start his peacekeeping sinveling, trying to coax us into any number of entangling treaties. There's no need for us to get tangled in the same diplomatic mess he's in." Sean sounded remarkably confident and direct, qualities he had always lacked in. Qualities that Liz admired about Don...

Miriam was also impressed.. "I agree, Sean. A letter would get the point across. And Lal would have to take it or leave it. Regardless of his action, it matters little to us. I shall write this letter personally, and I would like all of you to review it in a few days."

"New order of business," piped in Andrew Rivier, Minister of the Seas. Like other Ministers, he was born of Earth. He was a former fisherman, and a quiet and reserved man. "Our efforts at colonization and exploration into other territory has been repeatedly thwarted. For years, we've wondered why our transports mysteriously disappear... The other day, however, we received a garbled message through the airwaves from our latest transport. Our ship was clearly being attacked, but we are unsure of the culprit. Other factions' ministers have told me of the same mysterious raidings on their ships..."

Miriam thought for a moment. "Peter, order Loaves and Fishes to begin construction of a probe team ship." "Sean, I'm leaving for Loaves and Fishes tomorrow. I'm so glad we ended up in seminary together; but don't worry, I just know I'll see you again soon!" But she was in New Jersulem the whole time... "I have also heard rumors of these ship raiders... Perhaps they are the reason why other faction leaders have been preoccupied. In light of the importance of this mission, I will appoint our new Head Probe Team Agent, Don, to lead the ship." "Why can't you be more like Don?" Sean's face was hard as stone.

Miriam continued, "I am anxious to colonize other lands, and I want to put our Planetary Transit System to its full use..." "Isn't this great, Sean? Check out how fast the trees are going by!" "...for the Believers shall be as numerous as the stars, and as countless as the sand on the seashore." She began speaking in the voice she used when preaching. "Let us not become discouraged, as Peter was when he saw the storms about him, but let us keep our eyes focused on the Lord, and we too shall walk on water. God bless." [i] Liz would've quoted word for word, the actual scripture being referred to.

After saying her usual benediction, the Ministers left the room.

[Jasonian]

Cloudbase Academy


“This is Captain James Sheldon to the incoming University needlejets. Welcome to Free Drone Nation. Docking control will guide you through the landing procedures on the Cloudbase.”

Captain Sheldon put down the com and wandered back over to the large window of the Cloudbase’s bridge. Up ahead, he could see the towers of Free Drone Central. The factory’s construction has been proceeding at a decent rate, and their population had rose to almost 50,000 souls.

Finally, the Cloudbase would hang above Free Drone Central again.


Free Drone Central


“Foreman Domai, the Cloudbase reports that the University jets have docked. They will be aiding in the repairs of Talon, Razor, Blade, and Falcon groups until their assistance is needed.”

“Very good Malcolm. Has the University officially declared war on the Cyborgs?”

“No, sir. They are giving these jets to us, at least for the time being. That way, we get our reinforcements and they don’t have to be in another war.”

“Smart move. Keep me updated. Domai out.”

Domai shut the comlink and checked up on the reports. Upon receiving the University declaration of “New Thanksgiving,” he had decided to declare it their forth national holiday and give his people another day off. Considering the hardships they had endured increasing their power and fighting the Cyborgs, they had earned it.

It seemed the Cyborgs had heard the transmission as well. Free Drone Central found itself under heavy artillery bombardment and seizure. The garrison had been totally destroyed, and Domai was forced to use their last remaining missile to destroy the remaining invaders, leaving Free Drone Central completely defenceless. With the arrival of the Cloudbase, however, it seemed as if they had one more line of defence until the new garrison could be produced.

Domai wasn’t about to let that last line fall, and had authorised four projects to find and neutralise the Cyborg threat.

Free Drone transport foil
Off the coast of Living Standard
“Project One”


Venus never could get used to the smell of Planet, especially of the sea. The air back on the Unity had seemed so much more… pure, yet it had a stale quality to it. Here, the smell of life was everywhere.

After weeks of listening at their remote outposts, the Free Drones had concluded that they Cyborg bases were somewhere to the north, although exact location and distance were completely unknown. Blind search and aid from the second part of the project would help them find their goal.

Venus and two of her probe teams were moving along the coast of Mount Planet. Eventually, they would be exploring blind, searching for some landmass that could hold the Cyborg bases. Once there, they would subvert a Cyborg unit for transport back, and download a copy of the Cyborg map files. This knowledge would back up the third and forth projects, which would hopefully force the Cyborgs to sign peace.

Venus knew a lot was riding on her getting this project done. Without map data and a Cyborg unit to study, the rest of the projects would have no chance of success. Hopefully, their second project would be online soon, and would give them some guidance.

They left the coast, and sailed off into the murky blue.


Worker’s Paradise
Time: New Thanksgiving
“Project Two”


To most of the citizens of Worker’s Paradise, it probably just looked like a dud firework. The surprise holiday had done wonders to conceal its very existence to those who weren’t working on its development. Even the other factions wouldn’t be aware of it, at least for the moment.

After Lal had sent the Free Drones the Orbital Spaceflight technology, Domai knew the importance of launching a satellite. Not only would a sky farm boost their rather low nutrient surplus, it would be covered with sensors, monitoring equipment, cameras, and other fun spy stuff. He knew that Angels would kill to get their own satellite and be able to stop ‘borrowing’ others for their own uses.

New Thanksgiving continued, the oblivious citizens now watched from orbit.

[Raging Mouse]

Private Ulrich meets Lieutenant Cormora.

Location: U.N. Information Agency:s Command Center

Major O'Toole nods at Manuel. "At ease, premier lieutenant, I hope you had a nice R&R. I have read your report on the end of operation 'Tunnel Fire', and I have some information regarding it."

"Yes, sir?"

"Manuel, your leadership skills deserve recognition, as well as your courage. Know also, that taking prisoners is considered grounds for promotion. Therefore it is with pleasure that I have asked captain-general Steppleton to award you with the rank of captain. The reply came this morning, and here are your new stripes. Congratulations!"

Manuel's head spins as the major shakes his hand and hands him his stripes. O'toole continues. "You'll meet the remnants of the second company, combined into one platoon, at seventeen-hundred hours. At twenty-one-hundred hours you'll assume command over the entire second company of the 27th regiment, including the two new platoons. After that you will take your fresh company out to the supply depot where you'll get the latest airdrop equipment as well as your new chaos rifles. At zero-five-hundred hours tomorrow you will report to lieutenant-colonel Koshima for your first runs in the simulator, and by the end of the week you and your company should know all the secrets of air-drop assaults. So first thing next monday you will report back to me, and I'll brief you on your part in the upcoming operation, codenamed 'Noisemaker', and a little detour you will make before that, to test your airdrop skills for real. Got all that?"

"Got it, sir."

"Good. Know that you also have some rookies in the firt platoon, as there wasn't enough veterans to fill it. They are led by one Corporal Jan Ulrich; a promising kid but volatile. Here's his data. Take it's advice, and keep him away from any future Hive POW's that you encounter, and he'll be fine."

"Will do, sir."

"Right. There is one more thing. Koecker sends his regards. He thanks you for getting him out of Communal Nexus, and will send some of his wages as soon as he gets a job."

"Have the empaths declared him trustworthy already, sir?"

"No, but they are expected to do so this week. After that the research hospital in U.N. Headquarters will examine him one last time to see what additional info they can find out about the Hive's attempts at cloning."

"He said to me that the Hive was merely at the Retroviral Engineering stage."

"That's bad enough; ask the University if you don't believe me. Hmmm. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but no-one has specifically told me not to, either, so here goes. The docs mapping Koecker's genetics have discovered that his system is engineered to be immune to an awesome amount of potential superdiseases. It seems that the Hive is keeping genetic warfare as an option."

Manuel simply nods, looking thoughtful. Major O'toole continues, with a smile.

"I'll see if I can get you some more time off later on, 'cause rumour has it that your name is on one of the next batch of 'Exemplary Service' medals being handed out."

"That would be nice, sir." Manuel smiles broadly, salutes the Major and turns around smartly. He waits half a second to stop his head from unscrewing from all the news, and then proceeds out of the office.

[dante^]

M.Y. 2235
Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown

Phelan Ward struggled impotently against the two men forcing him down into the steel chair. Though he had never considered himself especially large or strong, he'd not been manhandled like this before. Try as he might, he could not wrestle his wrists free from his captors' steely grips.

His captors snapped metal cuffs to his forearms, and then bound his upper arms to the chair and secured his legs. Both men moved as swiftly as medtechs securing a patient, and exited the room, the door sliding shut behind them, leaving Phelan in absolute darkness.

Phelan decided against testing his restraints. The metal cuffs holding him down were immovable, to struggle would be merely a waste of energy. Above him, recessed overhead lights glowed softly, allowing Phelan to see himself reflected in a mirrored panel that made up the middle of the wall.

Mild static crackled down at Phelan from some hiding place in the ceiling. He couldn't discern the gender of the speaker, the tinny voice almost sounded as if it was computer-generated.

"Begin log. Let the record show that this is the first interview with subject 37208M. The subject seems to have recovered from the minor injuries sustained during his capture."

Injuries? What injuries? Phelan felt a mild soreness back between his shoulder blades. Must have suffered a concussion after I fell off the Scorpion. Can't remember a thing after that.

"State your name." The voice returned, completely devoid of emotion.

"Phelan Patrick Ward." Phelan stared at his reflection in the mirror.

"Deception will not help you."

Phelan tried to remain calm. He sat back in his chair and continued to stare at his reflection. "My name is Phelan Patrick Ward."

"Very well." This surprised Phelan somewhat. Is this doubt I detect in the voice? Perhaps I am not talking to a computer after all.

"Phelan Ward, are you in the service of the Nautilus Pirates Naval Corps? Do not nod, please state your answer clearly."

"Yes, I am."

"What is your rank in the Naval Corps, Phelan Ward?

"I am a Lieutenant Commander. Before my capture, I was in the command of a AAA Missile Foil, the Scorpion, before it was destroyed by Cyborg fighters." Phelan narrowed his eyes. I can almost guess what they're going to ask me next.

"Good. It is best that you are specific in your answers. Next, we need you to tell us how many fleets the Nautilus Pirates Naval Corps possess under arms as well as the size of these fleets."

"I'm afriad that I am not privy to such information." Phelan practically spat out the words.

Silence.

The fear that he had been abandoned shot through Phelan like a laser bolt. He tried to suppress the gnawing hollowness that had appear in the pit of his stomach. Calm yourself! You've been in solitary confinement for so long that any contact seems to be a godsend.

The voice returned abruptly. "Very well, Phelan Ward. We had hoped that we would not have to resort to this."

Phelan heard a door slide open behind him. He braced himself. Although he had mentally prepared for any pain, Phelan twitched involuntarily as something sharp lanced into the vein at his elbow. And then, he felt the chemicals flood into him.

For a moment, he felt nothing. Then it began. It felt that a million fire ants were marching through his insides, tearing off choice morsels as they went. A huge disc of light flooded into his eyes from above the mirror, blinding him.

It felt like he had been gargling razor blades that way his throat hurt, not to mention that his tongue felt like an unwelcome stranger in his mouth.

"Now, Phelan Ward, we shall continue. Tell us about the project that the Pirates have just completed."

No! I will not tell them anything! Phelan shook his head to clear it, but to no avail. "I... don't know."

"Take him up to the seventy-fifth percentile, but keep him there for no more than four minutes." The voice barked out the command.

Phelan suddenly felt like his head had been seperated from his body and was floating about the room. He felt as if a ton of bricks as been laid on his chest, compressing his ribcage, crushing his heart. Not to mention that the fire ants marching through his insides had invited their friends along as well.

Phelan was brought back to reality with a jolt. He was still in the room, with the blinding light in his eyes.

"Phelan Ward, tell us about the project."

"The... the Maritime Control Center.." Phelan barely managed to choke out the words. "Improved comunications between ships and control at bases... Better port facilities at the Naval Yards. Allow... greater mobility for ships..."

"Excellent, Phelan Ward. Now you shall tell us about the size of the Pirate fleets."

They want to know about my home! Safety of my people at risk. I must not tell them anything...but it is so hard not to. The pain...so intense...but I must...hold on...

"I don't know."

"Take him up to seventy-five again."

Phelan's feet turned to ribbon, which twisted and twisted and twisted together, sending a burning pain up his thighs. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his head slumped to the side.

As suddenly as it had started, the pain stopped.

"No! No, no, no, no, no..." Words falling meaninglessly from his lips.

"Back off to the seventieth percentile. He has no resistance, no chemo-immunity developed in him. A strong will, no more."

A soothing note entered the voice. "Phelan, we are all friends here. Tell us, or we will have to take you up to eighty. I'm sure you don't want that to happen, don't you?"

Phelan tried to hold his answer in, but cracks had started to appear in the mental dam he had built up. Please, make it stop....

"The...Navy has...four fleets. No, no, three fleets left... One destroyed totally..." Phelan sobbed unashamedly as the words came out.

"Two reserve fleets...each fleet has minimum of two cruisers...and four skimships. Depends on the commander. Fleet configuration not fixed....can call up reserves to suit needs of mission..."

"Chaos gun prototype completed...Chaos weapons will replace obsolete weapons soon..." Hot tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Very good, Phelan Ward. Now we shall start again, from the beginning, to make sure everything tallies. Work with us and we will not have to hurt you again..."

[This message has been edited by dante^ (edited November 26, 1999).]

[Barshy]

The gleaming cross around her neck glistened as she spoke. "How could they appoint you as Minister in the Lord's Council? You are hardly fit for a leader." She laughed, her mocking words piercing Sean's heart..

Elizabeth paced back and forth, eyes fixed steadily at Sean. "To think I sacrificed myself! Because of your own blunders as an inept probe team commander! The Believers' mighty probe ability... undermined by the University, known for its pathetic security! You have made God's people a laughingstock of the entire world!" Her voice was filled with anger... Sean could do nothing... say nothing.. She's right... I'm so sorry, Elizabeth...

"You're a Judas! You betrayed me. You knew you should've taken more precautions before sending us into the research hospital. You insisted on speed..." Suddenly she laughed.. not her usual teasing laugh, but an icy laugh that spewed daggers into Sean's soul.

"The fastest probe team mission in Believer history!!! Operation Chaos! Congratulations!! Hahahaha.. Do you like your new medal, 'Minister' Sean? This will get you points with Miriam, you know." She smirked. "Look at your medal. Everytime you think of it, I hope the guilt you feel for sacrificing me tortures your inner-most being with an agony comparable to that of hell itself!"

By this time, Sean was on his knees... Liz... forgive me.. tears fell from his eyes, pattering the ground...
"Ironic, isn't it? The 12th member of the Lord's Council. A perfect position for a Judas such as yourself. Judas! Judas!!" Her voice suddenly became a torrent of rushing water.. his ears were filled with sound...

"Sean."

He looked up, his vision was blurred. As he came into focus, he saw a face mixed with compassion and anger. Sister Miriam continued, "Minister Yang, we cannot have you daydreaming during the meetings of the Lord's Council. Please stay focused." Minister Thomas Sheldon sat across the table from Sean, shaking his head. Miriam claimed that God had chosen Sean to fill the post of Minister, but Thomas was the most outspoken minister arguing against the appointment of Minister Sean Yang. How could such a young person qualify for such a post?

Miriam knew how sad Sean was feeling, but she had to insist on discipline. Sean had to accept his loss, and move on with his life. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away... Perhaps she had witnessed one too many deaths in her lifetime to have any more compassion...

Sean knew Elizabeth would never say things like that. However, the guilt he'd been feeling in the past few days was unbearable. But now he must focus. I need have more confidence in myself. That's what Liz would want.

Miriam continued. "I have composed a letter to be sent to Brother Lal of the Peacekeepers. I will read it now, and I welcome any suggestions."

"To Brother Pravin Lal of the Peacekeepers, from Sister Miriam of the Believers:
Greetings.
Grace, mercy, and peace from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord.
I hope your humanitarian initiatives are proceeding to your satisfaction. It has been a long time since we last chatted, but something has come up and I would appreciate a response ASAP.
Sources tell me that you are currently engaging in a vendetta against the Hive. Although I find it a bit hypocritical that one who preaches peace is at war with another faction, I applaud your efforts in ridding the Planet of Chairman Yang's brutal dictatorship. I, too, have been offended by Yang's government for many years, and I desire to rescue the hapless Hive souls, but I have been preoccupied with the University. However, the Lord has been good to me of late, and I am willing to offer my assitance and join your crusade against the Hive, though I know our motivations are different. Our chaos weapon has recently been prototyped, and it's a matter of a week or two before all our troops are upgraded.

However, it pains me to see that you are still in friendship with the University. In the name of 'research,' many human lives have perished, with the survivors living the rest of their lives at the mercy of experimental chemicals running through their system. Truly their disregard for human life offends you, a distinguished, upright humanitarian, as it does I? You desire peace between my people and theirs, but you see it runs contrary to everything we believe in.

Therefore, I request that you cancel your treaty of friendship with the University. Only then will I offer my assistance against the Hive. Realize that I am not asking you to declare vendetta on the University; for my holy crusade need not be yours.

On a somewhat unrelated note, it pains me to see your godless and wretched democracy in action. True happiness and freedom is found only in God's love, and I implore you to repent of your sins and embrace the truth of the Lord's Scripture side by side with me.

The Lord be with your spirit. Grace be with you.

Sister Miriam."

The Lord's Council listened intently, foreheads wrinkled and deep in thought. Sister Miriam valued the advice of her advisors, and insisted they speak their mind. For where two or three are gathered in His name, there will the Lord and His wisdom be.

Sean was the first to speak. "Sister, I recommend that we cut out the last paragraph regarding Lal's so-called 'democracy.' As much as I have faith that God can change any heart, I feel it is best not to irritate him by criticizing his form of government; he believes in it just as much as we believe in ours... for now. It will be difficult enough to get him to break the treaty with the University, so let us focus this letter just on that issue."

Minister Peter, clearly annoyed, replied, "But surely you don't wish to compromise our values? The Truth needs to be told, and Lal cannot be led to believe we condone his godless democracy!"

"But Peter," Minister Matthew responded, "Our treaty and trade with the Peacekeepers have been lucrative for our economy. We've already implored Lal to change his government for yeras; this request may push him over the edge and cancel his treaty with us."

"We shall delete the paragraph," Sister Miriam said. She trusted Sean's instincts.
"Any further suggestions?" Silence.

"With that, I now officially send this letter to Peacekeeper territory." She clicked a button on her control panel, and the letter was sent.

Thomas shook his head. Not that he disagreed with Sean's suggestion, but he knew Sister Miriam trusted Sean more than she should. And that's what scared him.

[Cotroneo]

0530 hours
Temporary Command Center, Secret Hollow

“Sinder, you’re making a bad habit of these early morning meetings.” Zebra said as he walked into the room with a handful of the newly elected members of the council.

Since, the last electrons two days ago, their had been a slight change in the councils makeup. Sinder, Raptor, Beetle, and Zebra maintained their status as elected council members. But unfortunately, Virus had not won a nomination and had lost to a young electronic engineer named Tomas ‘Junior’ Clark. Also, a new member named Clarence ‘Spirit’ Truman had been elected to fill the void of the former Bronco, head of production. The two spots filled previously by Lighter and Tomahawk were void as of now. The council had not made a decision to reelect a member in charge of the conventional forces or a direct mayor of Secret Hollow.

“I’m sorry about you missing your beauty sleep Zebra.” Sinder laughingly replied as she motioned for the council to sit down around the command table, or ‘round table’ as Raptor called it.

“Let’s start off with status reports on all current projects. Please start Zebra.” Sinder said as she swiveled in her chair, getting into a comfortable position facing the council.

“Well, Raptor’s discovery in the B building, has taken most of my time. We have made preliminary reports on these metalic behemoths or ogres as we scientists call them, but it is still inconclusive. Although we are certain they are not human engineered, or biologically engineered by this planet.” Zebra said as he pointed to several pictures that came up on the holo-projector showing unknown metal and energy diagrams.

“You are hinting at an interesting theory. In your scientific opinion, does this ‘theory’ posse a threat to this base.” Sinder was careful to remain general in her question, aware of the obvious doubt in many of the member’s minds about ‘little green men’.

“Well this ‘theory’, as you call it, has certainly not been on this planet for sometime. Early carbon dating and elemental analysis clearly dates these ogres older than human civilization back on Earth.” Zebra hated staying general or inconclusive, but he sensed Sinder’s nervousness about the topic.

“That’s good news, continue with your study Zebra and keep me informed. Clark, did you take over Virus’s job on refitting the Messiah?” Sinder asked, as she looked the young council member directly in the eyes, almost testing his will power.

“Yes I did Sinder, progress is preceding smoothly, although we lack many of the materials needed to complete the task. We clearly don’t have the manufacturing or industry infrastructure to fully complete this task in any brief amount of time.” Clark said resolutely, almost ignoring Sinder’s piercing eyes.

“Clark, is right about that. Although, that weakness will change in the future. We have finally brought our heavy equipment into the borehole, and are starting to mine and test the facility for strength. But that also brings up another problem. Having a population of about a thousand, does hinder our ability to fully utilize the boreholes. I remember Morgan mining teams being several thousands, not including any other service members that went along with them.” Spirit jumped into the conversation.

Sinder felt confident in the people’s choice of these two individuals, but she despised how her old friend Virus was not reelected. Perhaps she could use her in some other meaningful way.

“We can not solve that problem, but we can learn to do much with little.” Sinder said as she looked over several reports that her assistant had brought into the room a second ago.

“That’s not absolutely true.” Zebra murmured, just audible for the council to barely hear.

“Do you have something to add Zebra to this conversation.” Sinder turned her probing eyes towards Zebra.

“Cloning.” Zebra said in a much louder voice.

“Are you insane man, do we look like the Hive here.” Beetle exclaimed as he stood up from his seat.

“Beetle, sit down.” Sinder said loudly, scaring Beetle back into his seat. “Zebra, that was out of line. Although I usually don’t care much about the using of new technologies in our society, but cloning, I will clearly prohibit.”

“It was merely a suggestion.” Zebra said to the council, although he refused to make eye contact with Beetle.

“Any other projects or concerns that we must deal with today?” Sinder changed the subject quickly, seeing the obvious tension building in the room as the individual members thought of the ethicalness of their society.

“Well, we did finish our sweep of C building last evening. The place, like the other two, was clearly looted of anything special for that matter. It’s my guess that the University couldn’t evacuate the ogres, due to their weight, so they decided to leave them behind. Which means the University will be back soon. I rarely remember a University science team leaving their work prematurely.” Raptor said as he showed diagrams of building C on the holo.

“He brings up a point we have discussed much in the past. We have two choices, to prepare defenses on a perhaps futile defense, or should we abandon Secret Hollow. Perhaps a vote should be taken, but let me remind you guys about something. We have an enormous amount of resources invested in this base, and people have laid their lives down for us back at Data DeCentral, so that the Messiah could get off the ground and arrive here.” Sinder finished and bowed her head, remembering the members of the brave garrison that had protected her during the last hours. “Should we abandon this base, and all its potential blessings?”

Sinder : no
Zebra : no
Beetle : yes
Spirit : no
Junior : no
Raptor : yes

“Fine then the decision is to fight for this base, to the death if we need to. Perhaps, an adequate amount of resources should be put into the establishment of a training facility, for future troops.”

“That does seem a prudent decision, although I suggest we allocate most resources into the development of Industry and Research into the Borehole and these mysterious Ogres. I still believe we have some time before the University comes back.” Spirit said after reviewing the results of the previous decision on the holo-projector.

Sinder remembered her conversation with Beetle. She knew Tomahawk would give their position away, for a price or for his freedom, but she didn’t feel it was necessary to bring up now.

“Thank you for your time this morning. I believe we have talked about a lot of important topics, and progressed smoothly. I also feel that our hard work will pay off in the end.” Sinder said as the members stood up from their chairs and broke off into groups, to talk about there own small projects before the day’s work started.