But now, when the laws of physics stepped in like God Almighty to tell him he
The reassurance that there were, in fact, eleven human souls closer than eight astronomical units away.
He could, of course, have called the avatars of any or all of the others. Copies of their PAs-their Personal Assistants-resided within his fighter’s AI memory. He could hold a conversation with any of them and be completely unaware that he was speaking to software, not a living person…and he would know that the software would report the conversation with perfect fidelity to the person when the comnet channels opened later on.
But avatars weren’t the same. For some it was, but not for Trevor Gray.
Not for a Prim.
He closed his eyes, remembering the last time. He’d been in the lounge of the Worldview, a civilian bar adjacent to the spaceport at the SupraQuito space elevator. He and Rissa Schiff had been sitting in the view blister, just talking, with Earth an unimaginably beautiful and perfect sphere of ocean-blue and mottled cloud-white gleaming against the night. The two had been in civilian clothing, which, as it turned out, had been lucky for him. Lieutenants Jen Collins and Howie Spaas had walked up, loud and uninvited, also in civvies, and both blasted on recs.
“Geez, Schiffie,” Collins had said, her voice a nasal sneer. “You hang around with a Prim loser like
Gray had stood, his fists clenched, but he’d kept a lid on it. Allyn had lectured him about that the last time he’d gotten into trouble with other squadron officers…the need to let the insults slide off. The shipboard therapist she’d sent him to had said the same thing. Other people could hurt him, could get through his shields only if he
“Who asked you, bitch?” Gray had said quietly.
“Ooh, I’m afraid,” Spaas said, grinning. “Hey, Riss…you need to be careful around creeps like this. A fucking Prim monogie. You’re
It had been worth it, decking Spaas. It really had. It had been worth having the Shore Patrol show up, worth the off-duty restriction to quarters for a week, worth the extra watches, even worth the searing new asshole the skipper had given him. Commander Allyn could have put him up for court martial, but she’d chosen to give him a good old-fashioned ass-chewing instead.
He still remembered that next morning in her office. “The Navy appreciates pilots who want to fight, Gray,” she’d told him. “But the idea is to fight the Turusch, not your shipmates. You hear me? You have
Prim monogie.
Yeah, it had been worth it.
Chapter Two
25 September 2404
Admiral Koenig took a final look at the heavens revealed through the encircling viewalls of
That was for later. Right now, it was Mufrid that required his full attention.
Two of the naval transports never had checked in…which might mean they’d suffered malfunction or disaster en route from Sol, or, more likely, that they’d emerged from Alcubierre Drive more than 1.3 light hours from the
It
Over the course of the past eighty minutes, the task force had been pulling slowly together, until most occupied a rough sphere half a million kilometers across. All were now electronically connected through the laser- link tacnet, though the most distant vessels would lag fifteen minutes behind in receiving any message from the flagship.
“Captain Buchanan,” Koenig said, “you may inform the ship that we are about to get under way.”
“Aye, aye, Admiral,” Buchanan’s voice replied immediately.
It was a formality. All hands had been at maneuvering stations since their arrival in-system. The announcement went out silently, spoken through each person’s in-head e-links. “Now hear this, now hear this. All hands, prepare for immediate acceleration under Alcubierre Drive.”
“Make to all vessels on the net,” Koenig told the ship’s AI. “Engage Alcubierre Drive, acceleration five hundred gravities, on my mark…and three…two…one…
That
The principles of the Alcubierre Drive had been laid down by a Mexican physicist in the last years of the twentieth century. It was old tech compared to the artificial singularities employed by modern gravfighters, but it used the same principles. Essentially, drive projectors compressed spacetime ahead of each vessel, and expanded spacetime astern, creating a bubble in the fabric of space that could move forward at any velocity, ignoring the usual constraints imposed by the speed of light because everything within the bubble, imbedded in that patch of spacetime, was motionless compared to the space around it.
Practical considerations-both size and mass-limited Alcubierre acceleration to five hundred gravities. At that rate,
However, after that length of time they would have traveled almost sixty astronomical units, which meant they wouldn’t have time to decelerate in to the target.
Instead, they would accelerate constantly for just over nine hours, at which point they’d be moving at.54
They would arrive in the vicinity of Eta Bootis IV ten hours after fighter wing Blue Alpha had engaged the enemy.
And until that time, Blue Omega Strike Force would be fighting the enemy alone.
For Trevor Gray, half an hour passed. In the universe outside, six and a half hours slipped away, and with them another 7 billion kilometers, or forty-six more astronomical units.
