the really odd part; what is strange isthat sentient beings, even though their bodies are unable to move,have a complete awareness of their surroundings. It is almost as ifsomething about life is not part of the physical world.
Whenever I jumped, I looked back over myshoulder and my constant companion was always there: a tall, darkfigure with a sickle, dressed in long, black flowing robes and witha skull for a face, sunk deep in a black hood. He always stoodthere patiently waiting for me, as if to say, “In time, you will bemine.”
This time was different; there was anotherbeing with us, one I had never seen before. This was a being ofpure light. He differed completely from the dark figure in everyway. This new being held his arms open wide as if to say, “Come tome.” As I studied him, he and the dark figure faded away and timeslowly took hold of us again.
“We are clear of the jump, all systems showgreen,” came the call from the navigator. How did they recover sofast? I was still working my way back into reality. As I regainedall my senses I saw the Dark Knights already at work making sureall was as it should be around the ship. Exiting this close to amajor gravity well was very dangerous. Parts of the ship could havebeen pulled into it. “All Clear!” came a call from behind me.Good.
“How do you recover so fast from a jump?” Iasked as I finally regained control of all my senses.
“Sir, you are the only other pilot on thismission. Should something happen to me, you will have to take over.I ask you not to share this with anyone, but you should know incase we have to fight our way out. The secret is meditation, sir.That’s why I do the countdown. I set the computer to make the jumpfor us, and we all slip into a meditative state just before thejump. When the jump is finished we have no ill effects,” answeredthe pilot.
Amazingly, they had just let me in on one oftheir most closely-guarded secrets. They had often used theirextremely fast recovery as a major advantage in combat, jumpingright in the middle of a fight and coming out with guns blazing. Itwas an extremely effective tactic that many tried to mimic, butwithout the nearly instant jump recovery of the Dark Knights, noone could pull it off.
“Thank you, I will keep that secret safe. Iam honored you have shared it with me,” was the only reply I couldgive. I was sure I would never forget this moment. I had no moretime to think about it, as suddenly the ship’s alarms went off.
“Five incoming fighters,” came the call fromtactical.
I felt a wave of fear pass over the ship. Iknew it could not be from the five enemy fighters. We could takethem, but nonetheless everyone was very much afraid. Suddenly thehonor guard, and others I had seen who were seemingly immune to thefear weapon, came to my mind. Larath’s comment finally made sense.“FOCUS! That’s the key!” I called out. “The Magi have found us!Dark Knights, listen to me very carefully, FOCUS on my words! TheMagi have brought their deadly fear weapon against us; you must notlet it overcome you. You can beat it. Everyone who is not neededfor the dogfight, go into your meditative trance; it should protectyou from the weapon. The rest of you, FOCUS! Focus is the keydefense. You must focus everything on your job and push out allother thoughts. You can beat this weapon. You are the Dark Knights,the best of the best of the best!”
I looked around and most of the crew wasbuckled in and looking almost asleep, but each of the three bridgeofficers was hard at work at his station. “Tactical, report,” Iordered.
“Five Peregrine class fighters, sir. Theyknow we are here but cannot target us. I suspect they will soonbegin firing at random to draw us out,” was his report.
“Where did they come from?” I asked. “Thecolony did not have any shuttles, never mind any combat vessels.”Peregrine class fighters were light attack ships. They weredesigned to be extremely fast, nimble and work in small groups.Their primary attack plan is to fly in unpredictable patternsaround their target, making themselves as hard to hit as possiblewhile continuously firing on their own target.
“Best guess would be a moon base, sir, but Isee no sign of one,” was his answer as the fighters began torandomly fire in our general direction.
“As soon as you get a solid lock on one ofthem, break stealth and take them out,” I ordered.
They brought the Dark Talon around and movedtowards one of the fighters while still hidden. Once they closedthe distance, I felt the Dark Talon roar out of its low-power modeand the swishing sound of two antimatter missiles launching.Immediately after firing those, they banked the ship hard and firedthe ship’s forward high-energy particle cannons on a second ship,quickly destroying both craft, probably before they had evennoticed our attack. The three remaining fighters came at us fromthree different directions at once, all guns blazing. The pilotthrottled up the Dark Talon’s engine to full thrust and turned awayfrom their attack. The Peregrines quickly closed the gap and cameup behind us, which was exactly what the Dark Knights wanted themto do. Immediately I was slammed forward in my harness as theship’s rear engines were cut off, and the forward braking thrusterswere fired at maximum power. All three fighters flew past us, andright into a spread of weapon fire that the Dark Knights had laidout. One fighter was quickly destroyed, a second damaged but thethird escaped unharmed.
The Dark Talon’s primary engines were broughtback up to speed and they quickly moved to take out the woundedPeregrine. They were able to down that one quickly, and moved toengage the last fighter. Before they could, the tactical officercalled out, “Fifteen more Peregrines just appeared at 270 degrees,in a tight bravo formation.”
A bravo formation? That meant they had justjumped in and would still be recovering! Apparently the Knightsrealized this too as they broke off their attack and headed towardsthe new group of fighters, launching a large spread of antimattermissiles and all forward weapons firing. Eight of the enemyfighters were destroyed before they could take any evasive action,but that left us with eight more to fight.
“This makes no sense! Where are they comingfrom?” I asked.
“Sir! Five Falcon-class ships just came outfrom behind the moon!” called out the tactical officer.
This was bad. We could take the Peregrines,but we would be completely out-gunned by the five Falcons.Undaunted, the Knights moved to engage the Falcons when thetactical officer called out, “Sir, a Condor class destroyer hasjust jumped in!”
“How is that even possible this close to theplanet?!” I exclaimed. “We need to get out of here. Disengage theenemy and come about to Z minus 90 degrees, maximum thrust, fullweapons spread to the rear.”
“Yes, sir!” called out the pilot as heexecuted my order.
“Navigator, prepare the jump drive. Charge itto 18.473 % and target the far side of the moon; prepare to executeon my mark. Pilot, I am counting on your ability to come out of thejump with all your senses. As soon as we clear the jump you willneed to take control of the ship and keep us from crashing. At thefirst instant that you can, re-engage full stealth mode.” Icarefully watched the ship’s tactical displays. This course we wereon must have looked like a suicide dive right into the planet. Onlythe Peregrines were keeping up with us. My timing had to be exacton this. “Execute in four … three … two … NOW!”
When I finally came out of the post-jumpconfusion, I noticed that we were safely on the far side of theplanet in a stable orbit. “Excellent work, pilot.”
“Sir, if I may ask, how did you know that wewould be thrown over here? There is no way you could have triedthis before,” said the tactical officer.
He was right. The move was impossible withoutthe Dark Knights’ ability to operate immediately after a jump. “Istumbled upon it in a video game that allowed me to use yourpost-jump recovery skill. Later I tested it in countless computersimulations and it worked every time, but this was the first time Iwas able to try it in a real situation.”
After that I began to look over the battlelogs for some indication of where all those ships had come from,but something was wrong with the logs. “Tactical, can you check thelogs? My screen does not show any enemy craft at all.”
“Sir, there must be something wrong with thecomputer. My logs show the same,” he replied as he franticallyworked at his station, trying to find the problem.
“Okay, wake up your crewmates …” Istarted.
“Sir! Fifty Peregrine-class ships are cominginto range!” called out tactical as I felt the fear weapon hitus.
“Do not break stealth, do not engage.” Thismade no sense at all. I just could not believe there were this manyfighters here. Just as I finished that thought the fightersdisappeared from my screen. “Of course!” I called out, “DarkKnights, we know the Magi can sow fear, so why not hallucinations,too? Those fighters are not real; once you realize that they willdisappear. That is why we have no record of fighting them, becausethe computers are not subject to the hallucination. Pilot, bring usto the landing site of Lieutenant Tom’s squad. If there is anythingleft of
