Tales from the Service: A Snare in the Dark

2954-02-11 – Tales from the Service: A Snare in the Dark 

As Raywhite weaved around, its sensors blaring every frequency into the dark, a better picture of what they had discovered remained elusive. Georgi Rye found at least that the cloud, or web, or whatever it was struggled to turn and accelerated slowly, which given its extent was not a real surprise. As long as he changed the ship’s heading every few minutes, its dogged pursuit was no real threat. 

“Whatever it is, it isn’t very smart.” Lieutenant Kato muttered, after yet another hairpin turn left the cloud far behind. 

“Must be automated, Skipper. Or a lower-order lifeform.” Sokol shrugged. “I’m not seeing any sort of main body. Maybe the net is all it is. A mass of thread organs with simple senses, chasing our thermal signature.” 

Georgi, not liking that mental image any better than his own, nevertheless shook his head. “I think it could have caught us when we jumped in if that’s all it was.” 

“Whatever it is, we’ve got nothing on visual scopes.” Sokol threw up his hands. "It’s got almost no reflection on any wavelength. It doesn’t occlude. It’s probably not much denser than the gas cloud we thought it was at first.” 

“Then if there was a main body somewhere, we could go right by it and not notice. What made me think that was-” Georgi stopped, his eyes flitting over to the gravitic flux reading on his console. “Skipper, how invested in finding out what this is are we?” 

Kato was silent for several seconds before replying. “I’m listening, Mr. Rye.” 

“As we got closer to whatever it was, the gravitic flux spiked higher, and perhaps a bit more often. We can use that as sort of a warmer-colder indicator.” 

“Interesting. Can you plot the grav-flux readings against our position?” 

“Position readings this far from any points of reference are inaccurate.” Georgi shook his head. “But I’ll see what I can do.” 

A few minutes later, Georgi had something to show. After looking at it from a few angles, he sent it as an overlay to the main tactical plot. 

“What am I looking at, Mr. Rye?” Kato asked, after a moment. 

Georgi queued up the next few evasive turns, then stood up and approached the tactical plot. “Color is the flux spike amplitude – redder is larger. Radius around the center is duration, each one set at approximate location at peak intensity.” He pointed to the two reddest pips off to one side of the display. “These were just before and after our first evasive run. If I’m right, that’s the closest we’ve gotten to the main mass.” 

Sokol shook his head. “That’s not much data. We could blunder right into it if we try to go fishing for more of your flux spikes.” 

“How close do you think we got?” Kato asked. 

“Well.” Georgi held out his hands. “As Mr. Sokol said, position data out here in the interstellar is pretty inaccurate, but gravitic flux is an inverse square function. You can use these data points to estimate a position.” He tapped a control on his wristcuff to add the second overlay, which painted a hazy gold bubble in the extreme margin of the plot. “With the position error factored in, the main body is somewhere in this area.” 

“And the same math can estimate how big it is.” Sokol nodded. 

“Correct. But gravitic flux shouldn’t spike at all, it should be a uniform field. So whatever this thing is, it’s not going to be significantly massive. My bet is, it’s folding space somehow, intermittently. In any case, the number that computation provides is insane.” 

“Technological, not biological. All the more reason to get a piece.” Kato nodded. “But what was the mass?” 

Georgi winced. “Point zero five to point one seven Ter.” 

Kato’s eyes widened, and for good reason. An object that big would classify as a small moon, and there was no way they could possibly have missed it from any practical range. 

“But if it’s a point source, like a star drive, it’s operating at about thirty Mahans of flux. That’s comparable to the disruption we’d see from a small cruiser's Himura drive, only it’s cycling far faster, and it’s obviously not going anywhere fast.” 

“Some sort of rudimentary star drive jammer, probably.” Sokol’s voice was low, as if he was mostly talking to himself. “Once you get close, you can’t just jump away.” 

“Possible.” Georgi nodded. “If it can pulse faster it may also impede our normal gravitic drive at close range. Which would-” 

“Would let the net catch us, assuming there are no other surprises.” Kato nodded. “Mr. Sokol, get our visual-light scopes on Mr. Rye’s target area. Something with enough power to put out cruiser-drive level gravitic flux is definitely going to occlude the background stars.” 

Astute readers have already asked why a single cutter, not even one of the stealthy assault cutters designed for long-range independent operations, was out so far on its own. This is one of the elements of this story which made me doubt it at first, but it turns out Raywhite is in fact a former Survey Auxiliary vessel which has been subsumed into Seventh Fleet as a long range scout. What it was doing that cruise I still don’t quite know, but it is a vessel equipped for solo operations. 

One shudders to think what might have happened to a vessel without advanced Survey-grade sensors encountering what this crew did (again, assuming this story is true, as it seems to be). 

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Tales from the Service: A Net in the Dark

2954-02-04 – Tales from the Service: A Net in the Dark 

The silence on Raywhite’s bridge lasted several long seconds. Presumably the rest of the crew was waiting for Georgi Rye to explain his vague pronouncement, but he didn’t really know himself what made him so uneasy. Gravitic flux anomalies, usually as a result of high phased matter concentrations, weren’t an unheard of phenomenon, but they were generally benign as long as one steered clear. 

As he struggled to put his concern into words, the flux reading came back again, this time climbing to two point two Mahans for an instant before falling back to zero. The ship was getting farther from the cloud. Why would the reading spikes be getting stronger? 

“Speak your mind, Mr. Rye.” Lieutenant Kato prompted. 

“Skipper, the last reading was stronger, and definitely lasted longer. We’re moving away from the cloud. That shouldn’t be possible, unless-” 

“Unless we’re going toward the anomaly, not away from it.” Will Sokol punched new commands into the sensor station. “Recommend full stop on the engines.” 

“Agreed.” The skipper waved her hand. “Get me a new range to the cloud, then put all of our active sensors on maximum.” 

“Aye.” Georgi and Sokol responded simultaneously, each attending to the controls in front of him.  

Georgi brought the cutter’s engines to idle, but they’d been going at eight gees for some minutes; the ship’s velocity was well over a hundred thousand kilometers per hour. “Should I reverse our course, Lieutenant?” 

Kato shook her head. “Plot in a random orthogonal course, but don’t execute it yet. We need more information.” 

Setting that up took only a few seconds. Georgi gave this operation maximum drive power, capable of fifteen gravities. That couldn’t be sustained long, but it would get them on the new course as fast as possible, and he could dial back once they were clear. Meanwhile, the main tactical plot remained dark and empty, save Raywhite’s pip in the center of the display. 

“Strange.” Sokol muttered, then looked up. “Infrared scatter from the cloud suggests it’s still only about a hundred kilometers away.” 

Georgi shivered. Something was not right. “The new course, Skipper?” 

“Wait.” Kato stood up. “Are you sure, Mr. Sokol? It’s the same distance? Like it’s shadowing us?” 

“That’s what it looks like, Lieutenant.” The sensor operator sent the data to the tactical plot, and sure enough, the diffuse cloud formed a vague thirty degree arc directly aft, about a hundred klicks out. 

The gravitic flux indicator spiked again, this time to about three Mahans. Georgi started up in his chair. “Shadowing us... Or herding us.” 

Sokol turned around. “You think it’s some sort of defense, pushing us away from something?” 

“Or toward...” Georgi shook his head once, then slammed his hand down on the button that would execute the change of course. “Toward something we don’t want to meet.” 

Lieutenant Kato opened her mouth to object, but at that moment, the diffuse red glow in the tactical plot flashed into momentary stark clarity. It was not a cloud; it was a vast web of ropy structures, densest in the middle and branching out into the darkness until the thinnest extremities faded out into invisibility. 

Even as the flash faded, the cloud twisted, its edge curling inwards where Raywhite’s new course passed closest. This attempt to block the ship’s retreat was, however, too slow by far; the net closed only on the void well aft. Had they been running on anything less than full power, Georgi realized, they might not have been so lucky. Perhaps the web, seeing the ship moving initially at eight gees, had assumed this their maximum speed. 

Face white, Lieutenant Kato returned to her command chair. “Toward, indeed.” She muttered. “What do you think? Brigands? Astrofauna?” 

“If that was a life-form, it’s an order of magnitude bigger than anything in the database.” Sokol’s voice trembled. “Incarnation secret weapon?” 

“We’re out in the middle of nowhere.” Kato shook her head. “There are no life-bearing systems for thirty ly. Why put your secret weapon here?” 

“Shall we come around and warm the tubes, Skipper?” Osman Snyder at the weapons terminal spoke up. “We’d know a lot more about this thing if we blew off a few samples.” 

Georgi prayed silently for the skipper to refuse this suggestion. They did have a mission to complete, and tangling with the perils of the void wasn’t really pertinent to it. 

“You know, Mr. Snyder, that’s not a bad idea.” Kato chuckled. “Sokol, can you get us a long range firing solution?” 

“On the net? Maybe.” Sokol shrugged. “It’s pretty diffuse. If we use a big enough payload, though, we’re sure to punch a hole in it. But I think Mr. Rye is right. It was herding us toward something, and I think we’re better off sampling that.” 

“Agreed. Mr. Rye, reduce acceleration to ten gees.” Kato waved her hand, her face already recovering some of its color. “Work with Mr. Sokol to set up a search pattern that keeps us out of harm’s way. When we find the main body, we’re going to give it – or them – some fresh regrets.” 

While there are several documented space-based macrofauna in the Reach, whether these species also live in Sagittarius has not been studied. The hypothesis that this phenomenon might be a sort of drifting predator is, despite its size, not too farfetched, albeit it does presuppose a much higher density of astrofauna in Sagittarius than in Orion. 

This hypothesis, as it turns out, was not correct. Neither was this a strange new Incarnation weapon Raywhite was unlucky enough to encounter first, nor the mad invention of enterprising outlaws. This is something stranger indeed than any of the crew’s first three guesses, as next week’s entry will demonstrate. I still don't have any external indications of this story's direct truth or falsity, but every indication is that the submitter knows the ship and its crew well, as all personnel details still match official records.

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Tales from the Service: A Cloud in the Dark

2954-01-28 – Tales from the Service: A Cloud in the Dark 

Now that Nojus’s spate of text feed brigandage has run its course, it’s time for the submission I had initially intended to publish for the last episode of last year. Intervening weeks have given me a chance to check with Naval Intelligence in an attempt to verify the story further, but I regret that this has been rather inconclusive. One of my contacts thinks it’s ridiculous on its face, but another thinks it may be genuine. I am not able to access any official reports to back up or disprove the account, nor am I able to confirm the identity of the sender is in fact the helmsman of the vessel named (though as far as I can tell all names are those of personnel posted to the ship).

[N.T.B.] - One man’s brigandage is another’s livening the feed. Reader feedback suggests a rather positive reaction to Miss Swan’s account, in any case. 

As Georgi Rye went through the startup checklist for his little ship’s Himura drive, a flutter of the readout values on one side of the console caught his eye. He paused and watched that panel for a few seconds, but the fluctuation didn’t repeat. 

“Strange.” He muttered, resuming the procedure. 

The skipper stirred in her command chair. “Problem, Mr. Rye?” Lieutenant Anastasia Kato, Raywhite’s commander, rarely paid attention during mundane non-combat routines, preferring instead to work on her backlog of forms and approvals from the screen in her station’s arm-rest. Apparently this time, she was actually focused on the jump, though it was one of many deep-space point to point transits they’d need to make before they had any hope of finding enemy ships. 

“I don’t think so, Skipper.” Georgi turned around in his chair. “Thought we were going into gravitic flux for a minute, but that wouldn’t make any sense.” 

“It wouldn’t.” Kato nodded, but a frown creased her thin face. “Still, it’s not impossible. This area of Sagittarius isn’t charted, and we’re only two ly from the nearest star. Mr. Sokol, run an active sweep, just to be sure.” 

“Aye.” Will Sokol tapped a few buttons on the sensor control console. 

The chances of running into anything more than a few light-hours from a star were astronomically remote, even in uncharted space, but Georgi agreed with his skipper in not wanting to win the bad luck lottery. Any significant gravitic flux would drastically reduce the accuracy of their Himura jump, and if a little ship like Raywhite managed to get off course and suffer an equipment problem, they’d be dead for sure; the fleet would never be able to find them. 

While Sokol ran the sweep, Georgi continued his drive startup procedure, computing the jump in their mission plan as he’d previously started to. Most likely, the sensors would find nothing, and the ship would make another uneventful jump. If Sokol did find anything that would throw those computations into question, he’d have plenty of time to recalculate. 

“Sweep complete.” Sokol didn’t sound surprised. "There’s nothing- wait.” 

Five pairs of eyes fixed the sensor operator in an instant.  

The skipper’s scowl, which hadn’t faded in the intervening minute, deepened. “Please elaborate.” 

“Not sure, Skipper. Seeing some anomalous infrared readings. It’s almost like it started after the sweep. Whatever it is, it’s low grade, and big. It’s at least a hundred klicks out, and still covers about thirty degrees of arc to starboard.” 

Kato sat back in her chair, as if thinking. “Nothing on visual scopes?” 

“Nothing. Not even star occlusion. Got to be a gas cloud of some kind, something that absorbs radio bands.” 

“Ah, Skipper.” Georgi held up his hand. “If there’s a cloud out there that absorbs our active sensor signal, there could be nearly anything inside or behind it.” 

“But nothing blocks gravitic flux.” Sokol shook his head. “And that’s right at local baseline. Means if there is anything out there, it’s not heavy enough or close enough to interfere with the star drive.” 

“Still, it is prudent to gain some distance before we bring the Himura online.” The skipper turned to Georgi. “Bring the mains online. Come about to port and give us eight gees. And Mr. Sokol, keep our instruments aimed at this cloud, or whatever it is.” 

“Aye, Skipper. Eight gees.” Georgi switched his console over to maneuvering control and laid in a course away from the anomaly. Eight gees being less than half of the maximum acceleration of an assault cutter like Raywhite, there was no indication of the change except for the twirling of various holographic situation plots.  

“I wonder what it’s made of.” Sokol muttered as the distance to the cloud grew. “There aren’t many simple compounds that absorb radio that completely. Almost has to be organic. And nearly uniform.” 

“We aren’t here on a research trip.” Kato reminded him. “Mark its coordinates in the navcomputer. If Fleet is half as curious as you, they’ll send someone to have a look.” 

Georgi was about to turn away from the console, but once again the gravitic flux readings fluttered up above nominal for just a moment. This time, he was looking at it, and saw the maximum reading before it subsided – Point nine Mahans. It wasn’t much – enough to cause minor jump error, perhaps – but it was a hundred times higher than should have been possible, in the current environs. 

“Flux reading came back for a moment.” Georgi turned to the Lieutenant. “I think... I think there’s something out there.” 

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Tales from the Inbox: The Swan’s Compassion

2954-01-21 – Tales from the Inbox: The Swan’s Compassion 

Sara Swan threw back her camouflage net just as the wiry figure ambled past her. He heard the whisper of the material, but by the time he turned, reaching for the gun hanging from his belt, Sara’s scatter pistol was already aimed right at his heart, at a range that made it nearly impossible to miss. 

“Toss the gun over there.” Sara smirked.  

The man scowled as he unhooked his gun-belt. “You work for the Swan, right?” 

“Always.” Sara winked. The man was younger than she’d thought on first watching him – probably not more than twenty-two or twenty-three T-years – but he had that hard, suspicious look of someone who’d been running with a bad crowd since childhood. Sara knew that look only too well; it had once been her mask, too. God, had she ever been that young? It seemed like lifetimes ago. “Play nice, and I’ll let you live to tell your boss what happened here.” 

“All right.” The man flipped his gun-belt off to one side – not as far as Sara would have liked, though. “What do you want?” 

She gestured with her free hand for him to step away from it, and once he had, she lowered the gun a bit. “Tell me about your boss.” 

A dark look passed over the youth’s face. “That scumsucker Mardh?” He gestured back the way he had come. “Not worth your time or mine.” 

“Well, he is stopping me from doing my job.” Sara arched one eyebrow. “But I wasn’t talking about him. Who put you lot here, and when is he coming back?” 

There was a moment of wide-eyed terror on the other’s face, but only a moment. Sara could almost read his mind; how did she know they had a greater master who was coming back? What sort of lie would be the most useful? “Um. Well...” He looked around, then lowered his voice. You really don’t want to mess with Captain Shinoda, lady.” 

Sara arched one eyebrow, saying nothing. 

“The way I hear it, he got over here on a merc contract with the Navy, but went rogue with his ship, dropped most of his crew on some mining station, and has been running on his own ever since. Big ship, well-equipped. Capital-grade weapons, strike squadron, nearly a thousand of us toughs for ground-side work.” 

Sara still waited silently. Getting information from renegades was always more haggling than interrogation; they opened with a big, bold lie, and it was up to her to persuade them to get close enough to the truth for her purposes. Torture, always a temptation, was worse than useless; the natural environment of men like him was a sea of lies, and into that sea he’d flee at the slightest provocation. 

“He, ah.” The young man seemed to sense Sara wasn’t buying his explanation. “Said he’d be back tomorrow. Maybe sooner if he could manage it.” 

Sara made a show of checking that the safety on her scatter pistol was disengaged. “He’s not coming back for a long time, then?” 

“That’s not what I-” The young man cringed as Sara suddenly raised her gun to point at him again. “I said he’s coming back tomorrow.” 

“So this Shinoda is such an idiot that he executes anyone who brings him bad news?” Sara shrugged. “I suppose if he does, then me shooting you for lying isn’t much of a punishment.” 

“Lady, believe what you want to believe. I’m just telling you what I been told. Mardh always says the Captain is coming back tomorrow.” 

Sara smiled coldly. “I see. How many days has he been saying this?” 

The man’s shoulders slumped. “Three weeks or so. Since a couple days after Shinoda left.” 

“So even that red-faced lunker up on the hill doesn’t know.” Sara nodded. “What about the clods who cleared out yesterday?” 

“They’re following Kulikov, who isn’t any smarter than Mardh.” The youth’s face again grew hard and dark; he clearly had a rather negative relationship with everyone who was his self-appointed better. “But he did insist on taking a week’s worth of supplies. He’ll come slinking back when those run low and he remembers there’s nearly nothing you can eat on this rock.” 

“He’s smarter than you.” Sara knew this barb wasn’t necessary, but she couldn’t help it. “After all, he left at the first sign of trouble. He’s not going to die. At least, I’m not going to kill him as long as he’s off camping somewhere.” 

“And I decided I wasn’t going to die for Mardh either.” The young man balled his fists. “Damn them all. Brainless clods.” 

Sara felt, despite everything, a pang of sympathy for the young man. Once upon a time, when the galaxy had been much younger, she’d been not too different from him. She’d learned some hard lessons, and got straight – well, straight-er – and found a way out of the scum-tier of society, because someone had given her a chance. “You hate them, eh? Damned lot of good that’s doing you. What’s your name?” 

Once again, she saw the hesitation in his face, the calculation of whether a lie would be beneficial. “Moon. Hector Moon.” 

Tell you what, Moon.” It probably wasn’t his real name, but then, Sara nearly never gave anyone her own legal name either. “You tell me exactly how many there are and what surprises they have for me, and you’ve got a berth on my ship when it’s all over, and a visit with a friend of mine who can make your name clean, or at least make a new clean name stick to you.” 

He frowned, likely trying to find out how this could be a trick to his disadvantage. “Why would you do that?” 

“Because you’re right. You’re a little cleverer than the lot you’re stuck with here.” Sara smirked. “Maybe even clever enough to have a future. That part’s up to you, though.” 

Moon was silent for half a minute, and Sara had just about given up on him, when at last he spoke again. “Mardh has thirteen with him still, and plenty of guns. Most of them are decent shots, but they’re not military trained. Demolition explosives too, but I don’t know how he thinks he’ll use them.” 

Sara smiled broadly, reaching into her pocket for a tracker-token, one of the magnetic ones she usually attached to aircars to track their occupants “Grenades? Personnel mines? Heavy weapons?” 

“Never saw any. Don’t think Shinoda would trust Mardh with any of that anyway.” 

“Anything else you want to tell me to earn that ride out of here?” Sara held up the tracker in her left hand. 

“I’d bet a few thousand credits that most of the rest would scatter if Mardh were out of the picture.” Moon shook his head. “They aren’t cowards, but this was supposed to be a boring watch-job, not a last stand.” 

Sara flicked the tracker into the air. Moon caught it neatly, then looked at it carefully. “What’s this?” 

“Keep it on you and go that way.” Sara pointed away from the hill. “I’ll pick you up when the messy business is done. Get going, I’ve got work to do.” 

Moon turned to follow her finger, then stopped. “Wait a tick. You don’t have a team, do you? You’re doing this all by your lonesome.” 

Sara smiled, side-stepping until she was standing over Moon’s gun. “Things are usually faster that way. If you come within a klick of that hill before I’m done, by the way, you’re dead.” She nudged his weapon with her toe. “And I’ll keep this safe for you.” 

Moon winced, then shuddered, then, oddly, smiled. With a sloppy mock-salute, he ambled off in the direction she’d pointed, rounding a low rise and vanishing from sight. 

Sara waited for a minute after he’d gone before stooping to grab his holstered pistol, then turned back toward the hill with its valuable Survey installation. Fourteen goons would probably only take her a few hours at the longest, and there was plenty of daylight left for the task. 

[N.T.B.] Sara Swan sent this story in as a boast, but I find her snap decision to try to lift one of her erstwhile foes out of his situation very telling. Sara is a hard sort of person who has lived a hard sort of life, but still has compassion for those who have been dealt a bad hand. For all her faults – even she would admit there are many – it is only too like her to always be trying to rescue good talent from a bad life and a worse death. 

I am not saying she is unique in this regard, but it is in this she earned my respect years ago. Well, in this and in her ability to take down a charging Ravi Songbird in its full mating-season fury. That’s pretty respectable too. But in a different way. 

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