penance.
Ten years earlier, Yamashiro had been the governor of Ezer Kri, one of the 180 populated planets of the Unified Authority. In an effort to create cohesion in the republic, the founders of the Unified Authority had populated their planets with a mixture of races and ethnicities.
The first governor of Ezer Kri, however, had been Japanese. While other administrators accepted the settlers they’d been given, Takuhiro Yatagei traded and switched personnel until he had a sizable minority of Japanese colonists. Since the days of Yatagei, all of the governors of Ezer Kri had been Japanese. They acted as the guardians of their culture.
Shortly after Yamashiro became governor, the people voted to change the name of the planet from Ezer Kri to Shin Nippon—“New Japan”; but their timing was off. A civil war was brewing. Key members of the U.A. Congress saw the name change as a sign of insurrection. With the Unified Authority Navy imposing martial law on their planet, the Japanese fled Ezer Kri and joined the real insurrection.
Yamashiro was nothing if not pragmatic. Seeing that his new allies would soon betray him, he stole four self- broadcasting battleships and returned to the Unified Authority. Had it not been for the return of the Japanese Fleet, the Morgan Atkins Believers would have won the war; but the Unified Authority did not easily forgive. The Linear Committee initially allowed Yamashiro and his people to settle in the islands of old Japan; then, after the U.A. military defeated the aliens on New Copenhagen, the Linear Committee sent the Japanese Fleet to locate and destroy the enemy.
To assist with the assault, the U.A. Navy assigned its twelve thousand cloned SEALs on the mission. Speaking among themselves, Yamashiro and his captains referred to the clones as
Yamashiro picked up the recon photos on his desk. Before approaching planets, the Japanese sent out stealth transports that deployed spy satellites. The images from A-361-D showed a barren planet with a brutal atmosphere.
There were no military installations on Planet A-361-D. In fact, there were no signs of any kind of development. The planet was a gas giant, its surface a bed of unrecognizable gases. Installations had been built, however, on the two moons orbiting A-361-D.
One of the moons, designated “A-361-D/Satellite 1,” had a long flat deck that might have been a landing strip. It measured 12.315 miles long and 12.298 miles across. It crossed a slightly raised plain that appeared to be made out of the same white substance as the soil around it.
A-361-D/Satellite 1 was a large moon, nearly three thousand miles across, and had a thin-but-discernible atmosphere. The second moon, A-361-D/Satellite 2, was eight hundred miles in diameter, considerably smaller than the moon orbiting Earth, with no atmosphere whatsoever.
On this moon, the reconnaissance satellites found a ring of small buildings that looked like warehouses. They stood twenty feet tall with flat roofs and no windows. With no wind to beat against them and no elements to wear them down, the buildings were perfectly preserved. Without running more tests, Intelligence had no methods for predicting the ages of the buildings. As one of the specialists said, “For all we know, these buildings could have been built a billion years ago.”
The satellites had scanned for footprints, tire tracks, and landing points, and found nothing. If it were possible for buildings to spontaneously generate, he would have believed that the buildings on Satellite 2 had done just that.
Yamashiro sat behind his desk feeling slightly sick to his stomach. He disliked looking at the SEALs so much that it nauseated him. The ships’ captains, almost all of them younger men, made jokes about their appearance. That was fine for them, they were young and foolish.
Yamashiro was a man in his sixties. He recognized the SEALs’ intelligence and their honor. They accepted dangerous assignments and never complained. They did not seek attention. From what Yamashiro had observed, the
Yamashiro pressed the button on the intercom that connected him to his assistant, and growled, “Arakawa, please send the senior chief in.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered. He could hear the ease in her voice. Though the SEALs avoided contact with the women of the fleet, most of the women liked the clones.
The door opened, and Anna Arakawa, Yamashiro’s assistant, showed the SEAL into the office. Yamashiro noticed the way Arakawa smiled at the SEAL, and he sneered.
Addressing the SEAL in English, Yamashiro said, “I hope I did not keep you waiting too long,” as he stood and returned the SEAL’s salute. He knew precisely how long he had kept the SEAL waiting—seventeen minutes. His assistant had signaled when the SEAL arrived, and he’d looked at his clock.
“No, sir,” said Senior Chief Oliver.
They remained standing. Yamashiro knew that the SEAL would not sit down until given permission, and he enjoyed testing the clone’s tolerance. “Would you like coffee or tea?”
“No, sir.”
Yamashiro sat down. Though he would have enjoyed leaving the SEAL on his feet, Yamashiro did not like staring up to see him. He finally said, “Have a seat.”
The only seat was ten feet from Yamashiro’s desk. Oliver did not move it closer to the desk. Without a word, he went to the chair and sat down.
“The mission on A-361-F did not go as expected,” said Yamashiro.
“Were there casualties, sir?”
“There were no survivors,” said Yamashiro.
Oliver took the news in silence, his expression unreadable. Yamashiro forced himself to meet the senior chief’s gaze.
“I will send you the video feed from the mission. Illych and his men performed honorably.
“Since he has not returned, I am promoting you to master chief petty officer effective immediately.” Still sitting at his desk, Yamashiro said, “I have every confidence in your ability, Master Chief.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Oliver.
“I will also send you satellite photos of A-361-D.”
“Are there aliens on that planet, sir?” asked Oliver.
“No. Not on the planet. We have discovered structures on two of the moons. This mission should be similar to the mission on A-361-F,” Yamashiro said, wondering what emotions the SEAL kept hidden.
The SEAL clone showed no reaction when he heard that they’d run an operation similar to the one in which his fellow SEALs had died. He sat still in his chair, his hands on his lap, his feet flat on the floor, his gaze not quite meeting Yamashiro’s. In Japanese culture, you never looked your superior in the eye. Yamashiro wondered how the SEAL clones had learned this.
“We will reach the moons in twenty hours. Prepare a reconnaissance team for the operation.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want to send one hundred men on this mission, fifty to each moon. Perhaps if we send a larger force, we will have better success against the enemy,” Yamashiro said, though he had his doubts. From the little of the battle he’d seen, Illych and his men never stood a chance.
“Yes, sir.”
Yamashiro looked at the newly minted master chief and felt dissatisfied with the way the interview had gone. He felt as if he had not given the man his full due. “You may be wondering why we are sending men to these installations instead of attacking them from space.”
“No, sir,” said Oliver.
“No?”
“No, sir. I would not presume to question your orders.”
