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"Subatomic particle cannons are beginning to overheat! Banks 7, 9, 11, and 22 have all
failed!"
"Armor is falling rapidly, the adjustment cycles aren't keeping up! NRD is down to just
fourteen percent!"
"Is the missile system still maintaining the lock?" Her voice was calm, eerily so in the
surrounding pandemonium.
"Aye captain."
"...Jocelyn, we don't have to do this. We'll find another opening. There'll be another
chance. I'll make another chance!" She took one blackgloved fist and pounded it into her open
palm, the brilliant scarlet of her longcoat ruffling with the motion.
"No, Ro. This is our chance. This is what I want to do." Normally Jocelyn's voice echoed
over the entire command bridge but this time it played only in the speakers directly around Ro's
station. She was surrounded on all sides by a holographic globe showing various system reports
and information. One small square illuminated in the corner, the woman's face determined and
solemn. She was young and beautiful, as she always had been. A golden angel, in some
respects, with warm brown eyes and such bright yellow hair that Ro wondered if the sun was
ever that bright. Compared to her own darkened features; skinny angular body, carmeltan skin,
feathered but thin black hair, and a fearsome grin that could either instill the confidence to fight
through hell or force the same fear of that hell; she had been an impossible goal of beauty and
grace.
Fortunately Ro wasn't much for beauty and grace.
"Very well." She cleared her throat slightly as she looked up to the officers behind their
control stations. "Full speed ahead on the plotted course. No more variances. Let 'em see what
we're made of."
"Fifteen seconds to pointdefense threshold."
"Open all vents." Ro's order was met with a brief flash on her screen followed by an
incongruously pleasant chime.
"Defensive pattern?"
"None." Ro set her hands on her hips, setting her jaw arrogantly.
"Ten seconds."
"Look alive gunnery. Can't expect Jocey to do all the work."
"Five seconds."
Ro stepped forward with her right foot and thrust her fist out in front of her with all the
force she could muster. Determination welled up like a volcano and erupted through her mouth.
"This is what happens when you underestimate us!"
"Threshold!"
Nothing.
Ro frowned. "Report."
"Maintaining course...there's nothing."
"What're they waiting for, we're in range. Any benefit for them to wait?"
"Negative, the maximum number of canons were in range at the threshold...they're losing
firing capacity every second we move."
"The hell? Jocelyn?"
"Surprise, sis." The small window blinked into view, a handsome man with equally
tanned skin and gleaming grin stared at her.
"Mark what're you doing?"
"We figured out a way to use the tachyon relays to send Jocelyn into the enemy point
defense system. She's in there now, holding it back."
Ro raised an eyebrow. "Bloody genius. Could've told me about it, though."
"We weren't sure it was going to work and we wouldn't know until we hit the threshold.
Seems to be fine though."
"Can she hit the station with them?"
"No, it's too far out of range...besides, that might need more control than she's able to
get with this amount of time. Hold is about as good as I can get you."
"About as good? It's more than enough." Ro's mind began to spin through the
possibilities. She had planned on taking a lot more damage as they passed through the
defensive field. This would mean she'd be more prepared, more armored. Get the ship back in
one piece? No that was asking for too much...but maybe at least this way...
"Devlin, how long until we're free of the point defense weapons?"
"Two minutes at top speed. We'll have a three minute space of safety before we're in
range of the station's weapons."
"Three minutes?"
"Aye captain. I don't think they were worried about the fleet getting past the first four
lines, much less their point defense field in one piece. There's a gap where neither side's
weapons can hit at range."
Ro grinned. Okay, this could work. And now her choice to keep her fighter squadron
grounded would be vindicated. The holographic display around her wavered as she lifted her left
hand, brushing commands through the floating panels. With another soft chime, the microphone
in her command station was immediately connected to the ship's intercom.
"Attention crew, this is the captain speaking. Standby for immediate evacuation of the
ship. Nonessential personnel to the shuttle crafts, pilots standby to scramble fighters. Section
commanders remain at your stations until Jocelyn's focus has returned to the Keeper, then
transfer all control to her. Ro out." She swiped her finger on the com switch and the transmission
was cut off. She glanced up at her bewildered command staff. "That means you too. Transfer
control of your systems to my console and head down to the shuttle bays."
"Captain..."
"You're not going to start crying are you Devlin?" This earned an uneasy chuckle from
the bridge.
"With all due respect, sir, he's right. We'll stay. You can't operate the ship with just you
and Jocelyn."
"Oh, now you think I can't do something? You didn't seem to be this doubtful when we
broke with the Admiralty and plowed our way through the entire enemy armada."
"That's not what I mean sir it's just that"
"Just that what? We run simulations for this very reason. It'll work. The Keeper is going
to be in a lot better shape than we initially thought, we won't need to be patching coolant leaks
or shifting armor plates at the last second. Our particle cannons will be fully cooled. Trust me,
this'll work. Besides, I have no intention of dying."
There was a moment of hesitation, hesitation to obey, hesitation to rebel. Suddenly one
of the command chairs went dark on the deck, and Carmine Palermo, the first mate, stood up
and stretched.
"You're okay with this sir?" Devlin was open mouthed. That was understandable,
Carmine and her had served on too many ships together for too long to be separated now.
"Psh, you want to get her mad by ignoring her orders? I wouldn't recommend it. Besides,
if she says she's not going to die, then she's not going to die." He began sauntering towards the
lift door, hands in his pockets, yawning casually. "And if she does die, I'll find whatever's left of
her and kick her ass."
This earned a more sincere laugh from the crew. One by one the lights began to blink
out on the system consoles and Ro's holographic display began to get more and more crowded
with her crew's former control systems. One by one they filed into the lift, following Carmine's
atmosphere of nonchalance. Devlin lingered a moment, giving Ro a snappy salute.
"Good God man, get in the tube and stop weeping. You're never going to get that nurse
down in medical if you keep acting like a girl." Ro grinned her twinedged grin, shocking, hurting,
and forcing Devlin to smile all in the same instance. He entered the tube and the door shut.
Ro was alone.
Three minutes later one screen on her display showed a cluster of dots; transport
shuttles encircled by fighters in defensive formation, waiting to be picked up. Hopefully to be
picked up. If the plan worked, the rest of the fleet could cut a swathe through the enemy
stronghold faster than a knife ragged cotton...if it didn't work, well.
No. There is no room for failure. She punched her palm again, gathering up her
determination. "You feeling okay, Jocey?"
"Yes, I'm fine." She sounded tired, dazed.
"You did great."
"Thank you...is the plan still the same?
"Unless you got a better one." Ro suddenly found the long coat stifling and shrugged it
off, tossing it onto the deck. Her hand reached up and grasped onto the zipper on her suit and
pulled it down swiftly. She pulled off the sleeves of her jumpsuit, the red and white falling down
to her waist revealing the black tanktop beneath. She had a feeling the coolant systems were
taking all the ventilation and the environmental system was suffering.
"Well, actually." She hesitated. Ro tipped her head.
"Go on..."
"Well, seeing as we had planned on dumping the jumpdrive fuel during the flight through
the pointdefense field, I thought we could use it now. Ejecting it ahead of us will cause it to
ignite, then using the armor we could collect the plasma...it would be like a makeshift plasma
shield which should protect us from 93 percent of all particle fire. It would let us keep the
cannons cool for impact and we could use the cannons as well as the missiles."
Ro thought it through. It might work. The armor plates had the ability to generate low
fields of particles; if Jocelyn configured it to be attractive rather than opposing particles, the
plasma would remain on the plates. It wouldn't be perfect, but it didn't need to be.
"That's a great plan, Jocelyn. You can do it right?"
"I wouldn't have suggested it if I couldn't." There was a delightful grin in her voice at this
with a twinge of unstoppable arrogance. Seemed like Ro was rubbing off on her. Something
gnawed at the corner of her mind, though, something...elusive. Incongruent.
"Jocey, where'd you get an idea like that?"
Nothing. Ro's heart began to race, her hand reaching up to the holographic display.
It blinked off.
...no. No!
She spun around on one heel and began running as fast as she could to the lift tube.
The door slid open quietly and back shut again, Ro's hands mashing on the control panel
frantically. It received the request and began to move, sliding with a repetitive thrum. Frantically
she began to slide on her sleeves, adjusting her red and white jumpsuit but not bothering to zip
it up as the door slid open. Her boots squeaked as she pushed off the floor, dashing down the
corridor as fast as she could. The corridor was completely empty save for one large, circular
door with one word painted on it.
JOCELYN
She hit the door button but it buzzed back in denial. Ro snarled at the door, reaching
over to her left wrist to hit a few switches built into the suit, initiating her captain's override. She
pushed the button again, and the door split open obediently, sliding to each side and upward in
an almost organic motion, like a blossoming flower. A short ramp appeared and she ran to its
end even before the second round doors were ready to open.
The interior of the room was another globe, completely holographic and massive in size
and scope, the epitome of holographic interface. The entire room showed the stars around
them, the cluster of shuttles and fighters in their rear, and the lines of the armada behind that.
Ahead was the gigantic spherical station in all its simplistic menace, and below an image of the
Keeper itself. Monitors of all sorts filled the blank spaces, screens display every ship operation.
Standing in the center was Jocelyn in all of her splendor, gorgeous and radiant. Mark
stood behind her, hands wrapped around her waist, his face buried in her golden curls.
"Mark!" Ro stomped forward snarling. "I ordered a complete evacuation! What the hell
are you doing here!"
"Us, follow orders? I didn't think it was our style, given our situation. I figured it ran in the
family."
"This is the dumbest thing you've ever done! Jocelyn, all stop."
The beautiful woman nodded imperceptibly, though the guilt on her face was incredible.
The Keeper came to a stop, just seconds away from the range of the station's weaponry.
"What'd you think I was going to do, just skip out on her right at the end? Leave her
alone and scared? She might not be able to perform at her highest without me, you know that."
"This isn't your job! Your duty isn't to sit here and die!"
"And it's yours?"
"I'm the captain. It's my prerogative to die."
"Well it's my prerogative to ignore my little sister."
"I'm the captain. You get off this ship now."
"I can't. I love her."
Ro stomped her foot on the floor, hard. So hard that it hurt, perhaps bruised her foot.
"Love her!? Love her! You can't love her, Mark, you just can't! She's not real! She a bloody AI!"
Her eyes met Mark's, locked in a familial stare. Her peripheral vision caught Jocelyn
shrink back into Mark's arms at Ro's words, pain and betrayal clouding her crystal blue gaze.
Mark laughed.
"Oh, Roby. This is all worth it just to see that flash of doubt in your eyes."
The rest happened so quickly. Holographic restraints, as real and as physical as
anything else, materialized around her arms and legs, holding her in place. Mark swept from
around Jocelyn with incredible speed, the flash of orange in his hand the only warning of the
plasma cutter. The blade scorched across Ro's left wrist, causing her to yell in pain as the heat
melted through her jumpsuit, the metal from the override circuitry. With a wave of her hand,
Jocelyn sent the restraints backwards, dragging her towards the door.
"I love you Roby. Try to make mom understand somehow, kay?"
"Mark!"
The doors slammed shut. The hologram dissolved the minute she was outside the
second doors, but there was nothing else she could do. The padded but extremely powerful
arms of a security drone slammed around Ro, pinning her arms to her side and lifting her into
the air as its hover pad allowed it to glide gracefully. Ro struggled and yelled, screaming Mark's
name over and over, spewing a volcano of every insult and curse word she knew. The drone
ignored it, dragging her into a lift tube, which had been preprogrammed.
The lift opened and the drone moved down the corridor to the first opened door. Ro lifted
her legs to try and catch the jamb of the hatch, but the security drone's physical power was too
much, throwing her violently into escape pod. The hatch hissed shut with immediate precision
and all of the controls in the pod itself went dark. Ro found her feet and leapt to the hatch,
pounding on the transparent window but it was too late. A vibrating rumble shook around her as
it blasted away from the side of the Keeper, rocketing away towards the shuttle craft.
"MARK!"
She watched the whole thing through the viewport, pounding on the bulkhead
relentlessly. The Keeper's engines blazing back to life as it shot into range of the station. The
spewing trail of jumpdrive fuel rocketing out the front, being intersected with the rainbow streams
of particle cannon fire from the station's weapons, igniting it into a blaze of beautiful plasma. The
Keeper's armor plates cycled to the front, angling and adjusting themselves as it blasted
through the flaming nebula, the armor collecting the ignited fuel around it. It flew with rapid
precision and undaunting determination, like a flaming arrow through space as particle cannon
fire struck ineffectively into the flaming shield.
Her hands were bleeding when the fire was finally extinguished, the armor plates melted
beyond recognition. The front of the Keeper had rearranged itself as planned, winged and
pointed like an arrow. It hit the hull of the sphere at fullspeed, the station's protective armor
giving way. The Keeper's particle cannons lit across its surface, blazing it with every color it
could provide as it fired in continuous stream with no heed to heat considerations. Though Ro
couldn't see it, she knew the next part of the plan, the tip of the ship falling open to reveal every
last missile that the Keeper still had, including its full compliment of thermonuclear warheads.
It exploded in a brilliant flower of multicolored light. The Keeper had remarkable
resiliency, maintaining its shape for a full second after the initial detonation. All she could think
about was Mark and Jocelyn holding one another as the wash of atomic reactions consumed
their bodies. Did Jocelyn dissolve first when the quantum drive was incinerated? Or did Mark's
fragile human body die long before hand from the impact? It was a question she would never
really be able to answer.
That explosion was the end of the war. Ro knew it. And yet she weeped, pounding
bloody fists against the glass and smearing it crimson until those hands finally found her face,
weeping into it. Tears and blood ran down her face and dripped onto her uniform.
Chapter 2: Starjack Training
"Oh my gosh, he's coming this way."
The three girls instinctively huddled closer together at the cafeteria bench, some inborn
sense of selfpreservation taking over, some inherent need to protect themselves from males.
Elodie was the unfortunate soul in the middle, being sandwiched by her slender companions on
either side, nearly causing her to tip over the bottle of lemonade onto her uniform. Managing to
set it on the steel table, she instinctively ran a hand across her pants to smooth out wrinkles and
send away crumbs, regardless of the fact that no one could see her legs under the table, and
straightened up in her seat.
The opposite side of the table was vacant, and he realized this as he approached. He
didn't sit though, just took his right leg and propped it onto the bench daringly, crossing his arms
low to use to brace himself, leaning in. Red hair fringed across his face in perfect, dashing
strokes, like a strawberry splashed with copper. The freckles on his face transformed it from
plain "dashing" into "dashing yet adorable," a deadly mixture to the female mind. He wore his
uniform jacket open, the cuffs of the long sleeves rolled up neatly to just above his elbows,
showing the red innerside of the navy blue jacket. A white shirt was beneath his jacket, plain.
The uniforms of the Starjacks were a remarkable piece of fashion ingenuity, Elodie had to admit.
When done properly, the precision tailoring and design of the golden piping, the ornate sun
design tastefully placed on the high collar, the golden rings around the ends of the cuffs, the
jacket flaring to the midthigh, the matching navy blue pants with the single gold stripe down the
side merging into the black kneehigh boots all came together in a princely fashion, transforming
the men who wore them into elegant handsome men.
Of course, very few Starjacks wore their uniform properly. A luxury afforded them by their
position. Still, somehow the fleet uniform designers had taken that into account, and the
disheveling of their clothing only served to turn the princes into pirates; rugged, dashing, daring,
reflecting every bit of skill and every bit of arrogance these boys held within them.
"Hey ladies. Elodie."
"Hi Penn." Cecily waved with her fingers, giggling slightly and leaning even harder into
Elodie, if that were possible.
"You three look wonderful today." His brown eyes twinkled. Elodie had no doubt he
meant that, teenaged boy that he was. The three of them were still in their jumpsuits from the
simulator training they just exited; functional and ingenious no doubt, but they were formfitting
and efficient, leaving nothing of their curves to the imagination. The colors were different, of
course: Marina's was yellow and black for the security and ground forces program, Cecily's was
red and white for command school, and Elodie's silver and blue for analysis. For Elodie, this was
a blessing. The blue and silver made her gray eyes grayer and more mysterious; blue in some
perspective, nearly silver in other. It also transformed her rich brown hair, turning it into a vibrant
splash of color on her otherwise pale and snowy body.
"You're not looking bad yourself." Marina grinned, folding her arms beneath her breasts.
And breasts they were; the most curvaceous of the three, Marina was by far the one who
received the most attention. And gave the most attention.
"Well, you know. Regulation to look handsome and daring." Penn took a hand to brush
the lock of fringes away from his forehead. They fell right back to where they started. "But, I
have a rather direct question to make."
Elodie suppressed a snicker. Question to "make"?
"Elodie. Care to join me tonight after instructions? I was thinking of taking a walk on the
upper gardens. The flowers are in bloom, you know. Lovely scent, starlight night." Penn grinned.
"How about it?"
Cecily and Marina spun their heads to their friend, their bodies frozen in anticipation.
Elodie drew in a breath.
"Pft. No thanks."
The other three were stunned. "...whawhat!?"
"I said no thanks. Oh, I also said 'pft', but that was more for effect." Elodie kept her face
bland.
"But...why not? Am I that bad a person? I'm not expecting anything out of it, just want to
get to know you better." Penn shifted himself from dashing to adorable, and she could feel the
excess pools of Marina and Cecily's hearts as they melted around her. Elodie set her jaw.
"Because you're not sincere." Elodie reached down to her bag which sat quietly below
her bench and clamped her fingers on a datapad. With one flourish, she clacked it onto the table
and began keying strokes across it. Names appeared in white text on the black glossy surface.
"In the last six hours, you are now the tenth Jackstar cadet to initiate or attempt to initiate a
romantic encounter with one of our female classmates. Most have been successful inquiries, but
there have been a few instances of rejections. Mostly due to the Jackstar's mistake. But,
regardless, the number and timeframe suggests to me that you're not looking for a date nor is it
simple competition, this is an assignment. Training. Am I right?"
Penn turned his head sidelong, narrowing his gaze at Elodie. "How'd you figure all that
out?"
"Girl gossip. More powerful than any known information network." She smiled sweetly.
Penn returned the smile with a blank stare, and Elodie thought she could see a glimmer of
thought in his brain. He turned his head.
"How about you Marina?"
"Definitely!"
"Great. See you tonight." Penn flashed a winning smile and he shoved off from the
bench sauntering away. Both Elodie and Cecily turned their head in disbelief at Marina.
"I can't believe you!" Elodie frowned.
"Yeah, really! Man, those boobs really do a number..."
"Not that!" Elodie elbowed Cecily in the arm in disapproval. "I just laid out exactly what
they were doing! Penn didn't even deny it, and then he asked you second and you're still going
to go?"
Marina shrugged innocently. "Why not? I don't care why he's asking. In the end I still get
to go do something fun right?"
"But it's part of their assignments! You're nothing more than...experimentation. You might
as well be a toad and he a biology student."
Marina thought about this. "...how do you know?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, for sure. Yeah, I know, you're an analyst and all that and you spend your time
making up scenarios from pieces and bits of data, but you never really know for sure, right?"
Marina turned back to her sandwich, picked it up, stared at it, then set it back down.
"Fine. I don't know for sure. But it's a highly likely scenario." Elodie grasped her
lemonade, tipping it to her mouth so forcefully that it splashed along her upper lip nearly to the
base of her nose. She swallowed the lemonade angrily.
"Look, Ellie, I think you're thinking too hard about it." Cecily jumped in, seeking to play
diplomat. "I mean, we're fifteen. It's natural for us to start doing things like dating, right? Maybe
whoever the first boy"
"Finnian Kelricson."
"Right, Finn, maybe he just started off a trend? As hotshotty as they are I've never seen
one Starjack ask a girl out before this." Cecily landed her pudding spoon into her mouth with a
decisive pop, her eyes shutting in that 'I know best' way that she did. Elodie glowered and drank
some more lemonade.
"And like I said," Marina stretched her arms into the air, as if mocking them, "I could care
less if they were ordered to do it. I'm tired. I'm stressed. I'm burned out. Watching a mighty
Jackstar fumble around for words while I judge him will be fun."
"It really doesn't bother you at all? We're being used not only by the boys, but the
teachers to have them practice wooing women?"
"Mm. Not really. Besides, if you think about it, letting them practice is sort of a patriotic
duty."
"I don't believe you..." Elodie sunk her head into her hands disapprovingly.
"Look, it's like this." Marina got up from the table and swept around to the other side,
sliding into the opposing bench. She released the clasp that had been holding her hair, letting
the chocolate brown ringlets bounce around her shoulders and around her olive toned face,
somehow making her appear even older and more beautiful. "My sister explained the whole
thing to me. Everyone wants something from everyone else. Boys want our bodies. Girls want to
be loved and admired and treasured. It's as simple as that. As long as each side is giving
equally, then everyone's happy. I want to be loved, and orders or not Penn wants my body. He
gives some lame 'love' then he doesn't get any body. And all you have to do is regulate properly
and wait for the right guy to come around."
Elodie looked over to Cecily, who was enraptured. She let out a puff of disapproving air.
"Please Cessy, do not listen to this."
"And why not? It makes sense if you think about it. The theory applies to the Academy
too. They want us to take their place in protecting them when they get too old to do it, so they
teach us. We want to serve a function in society so we listen to them. If the Jackstars have been
ordered to date girls, then its because they want to betterment of all of us. The SASAI are
designed to work that way, so they have to train them that way. Everything has a want or need
and we take it where we can get it. Whether its the teachers and the students or boys and girls."
"Whatever you do, Marina, please do not include me in your inane oversimplification of
the world." Elodie screwed the top back onto the nowempty lemonade bottle. "If human
behavior could be explained so easily, I think we'd all have a better time of getting along."
"Look, we're getting off the point here." Cecilly stood up now, leaning forward with a hard
stare that they had ingrained into her in command school. Suddenly the cute innocent red
haired girl with the oceanblue eyes was taking charge. "I'm not keen on the idea that we're
being tricked by the Jackstars either, but if Marina wants to go with Penn then fine. If you really
want to know the truth Elodie, why don't you just ask Dare?"
Marina perked up at this name. "Dare? Dare Tomote? You know Dare?"
"Of course she does. They grew up together on Helios." Cecily grinned cunningly.
Elodie's mind was already racing, looking for a way out of this cleverly constructed trap.
"Really? You knew each other?" Marina was wideeyed and curious. Elodie glanced at
Cecily, who just shrugged in a 'if you don't, I will' sort of way. Elodie sighed.
"His mother died giving birth and his father died in the mines. He lived with me and my
aunt." Elodie sounded defeated, mostly because she was. This was a fact that Elodie did not
readily advertise to most of her friends. Marina made a silent 'ooohh' with her supple lips.
"So you're like his sister?"
"Mm." It wasn't really the relationship they had, but it was easier than trying to explain
that Elodie disliked practically everything about him.
"Well, then you could just ask him, right?" Cecily pushed the issue.
"I don't think he'd give up the secrets of his fellow Jackstars that easily."
"Worth a shot. Better than arguing with Marina, right?"
"...heeeey." Marina said in slow realization of an insult that actually wasn't there. Elodie
sighed and rubbed her eyes.
"Yeah. Okay. It couldn't hurt." Elodie pushed herself up from the bench and collected her
empty lemonade bottle and the silver soft bag that had contained her lunch. She spun around to
an open receptacle and dropped it in, watching the matter vaporize as it passed through the
invisible field. She found her bag and slung it over her shoulder.
"You'll com me if you find something out?"
"Of course, of course. Have fun with Penn tonight, Marina." Elodie offered placatingly. No
sense in stomping on Marina's fun just because she was suspicious.
"Thanks! I plan to." She quickly swept up her chocolate ringlets and began disposing her
trash as well. The three walked to the edge of the picnic area and waved goodbye, promising to
com each other, with an extra assurance that Marina would fill them in on whatever events
unfolded...or didn't unfold.
Elodie crossed the wooden bridge over the small stream that trickled perfectly through
the picnic grounds. Damocles Colony was a terraforming masterpiece with several environment
domes each with functioning ecosystems; so selfsufficient, in fact, that most of them required
no aid from the automated systems that loomed overhead to prevent total loss should something
go wrong. It was in fact part of the reason it had been chosen as the training headquarters of
the Confederate Admiralty, with a variety of terrains available without having to go offworld,
training became wellrounded as well as costeffective. It was also well within Confederation
Space and short of a direct attack on Earth was probably the most foolish and dangerous strike
target any enemy might attempt.
They had proved that in the War.
This picnic area was one of the downtime areas constructed for students like herself,
with no particular training function in mind. It was perfectly sculpted from the gravel stone
pathways, the emerald green grass, the variety of waterworks flowing through intricate fountains
and streams and their adorning plantlife. Elodie felt very at peace in this area, though she had to
admit that even after four years it still felt quite foreign to her.
This area was relatively small and ended in a circular door that skiffed open as she
approached it, revealing the concourse. A steady flow of students meandered in and out in a
variety of dress; some in downtime casuals, some in jumpsuits like herself, others in classroom
wear hefting bags and datapads. Doors slid open and shut as they passed in and out, small
eggshaped drones floated by, their sensors and cameras sweeping with an everpresent eye
looking for troublemakers. A cadre of Starjacks sauntered by, loud and laughing at some inane
joke one of them concocted, or more probable, repeated. Elodie rolled her eyes at their
shrinking backs and found a lane of foot traffic to begin walking.
It wasn't that she hated Starjacks, per se. She understood intellectually their purpose,
and in fact had grown to understand their position as one of the most difficult in the entire
Admiralty. They were tested and demanded of on a level well beyond anything she herself would
ever have to sacrifice in the name of the Confederacy. And if they failed to do that job, to
perform well, then people died. Ships were lost and people died. Of all the decorated heroes of
the war, fortytwo percent of the decorations went to Starjacks. No, wait, just Starjacks or their
SASAI too? Were the SASAI counted separately? She wasn't sure.
Actually, she didn't think anyone was sure of the answer to that tricky question.
"Elodie Fleurmieux, 4th Year, Analysis and Intelligence. How may I serve?" In front of
Elodie was a narrow cylinder about four feet high and six inches around, silver with a white
beam of light emanating from the top. The light spread suddenly, a holographic display
spreading out in front of her displaying her name and identification. This was a verification
procedure, not for security's sake, as anyone that had already gotten this far into the Academy
was either supposed to be there or far too powerful to do anything against. Simply to correct if
the identity circuits in her wrist band had malfunctioned, or in the more probable case, been
tampered with. Not even Admiralty students were above pranks.
Elodie stared at the panel. What was she doing? This was pointless. Was she really this
bothered it? So bothered she was going to endure who knew how long with him?
"Locate Dare Tomote." Apparently it was. The display wiped clean and a map of the
Academy's gymnasium appeared on the screen. A dot began to blink, the dot containing the
wireframe globe with piercing X and Y axises bisecting the globe. Two wings were set on the
"shoulders" of the globe, completing the regal appearance needed as the icon of the Admiralty.
The axises divided the icon into two colors in their opposing quadrants; navy blue in the upper
left and lower right, and maroon in the upper right and lower left.
Starjack colors.
The dot was in the zerogravity room, spinning around in tight circles. A small square
appeared in the corner showing Dare's picture: an arrogantly handsome guy with dark olive skin,
light brown eyes and disheveled golden brown hair that bordered on auburn. The picture was a
good one, she had to admit, though it didn't show his toned musculature very well. He wasn't
particularly tall, about 5'10, just a few inches above her own 5'8. She smirked, remembering the
two years where she had actually been taller than him...
"Thank you." Elodie took a deliberate step away from the guide and turned briskly
towards her right. As she walked towards the gymnasium dome, Elodie began to work out her
strategy for interrogating her childhood friend.
"Hey, Elodie!"
Chapter 3: Gateball
This had to be the dumbest assignment ever.
In fact, the only thing dumber than the assignment, was his response to it. "Just one girl,
Commander?" Yeah, that was smart. It had gotten a laugh, of course, and had earned him a
moment of admiration for his bold and daring behavior. It had felt good, like the sun. But like the
sun, it could burn.
Dare was feeling toasty.
Of course it wasn't entirely his fault. Most of the girls he had put on his short list, the
ones he knew had crushes on him, were already gone by the time he got to them. Well, maybe
leisurely finding them had been his fault. After all, that hoversled race could've waited, right?
Okay, so it was his fault. But he had underestimated the speed and voracity of his Starjack
classmates. "Absolute efficiency!" was Colonel Polaris' motto, but he didn't think anyone actually
listened to him when he spoke.
The whole ordeal was stressful. He was down to having to ask out ugly girls now...or
underclassmen. He'd doubt the upperclassman would go for a fifteen yearold, even if he was a
Starjack. It seemed that girls outgrew their fascination for the uniform by the time they sixteen.
Of course, it might have more to do with the separated training keeping most Starjacks out of
the common populace in their fifth year, but these were details. The point was he was staring
down the barrel of a completely failed assignment, with his only excuse being "they stole my
girls!" The pressure was on.
So Dare was shirking it altogether.
In a situation like this he knew every second counted, but it was just...easier to ignore it.
Floating there in the zerog arena with nothing more than his propulsion pad and a high
powered gateball, the pressures were gone. His navy and maroon jumpsuit glistened in the
bright florescent lights, flashing reflections of the green and yellow runner lights on the sides of
the wall, each blinking in sequence towards one gate or the other; it was easy to forget which
way was which in zerog. The lights were simply a reminder.
"Cha!" Dare hurled the gateball as hard as he could below him. The bluecored metal
ribbed ball blinked on as soon as his hands released it, the ribbing vibrating with a nearly
imperceptible aura of its own. It struck the surface and ricocheted forward at a hard angle.
Dare's propulsion pad was already humming beneath his feet, soaring him at a high arch. The
arch intersected the angle and he caught the ball skillfully. He rotated in place, like a tornado,
and hurled the ball towards the gatewall; not at the gate directly, high and to the right so that it
would bounce off the bulkhead. A trick shot he found let him figure out whether his opposing
goalie was a seasoned vet or just some panicky rookie he leapt into action every time anything
remotely blue and spherical approached their reach. Dare dropped below the gate rapidly,
almost as if he were falling towards the surface below him, as the ball bounced in the opposing
direction. It bounced off another wall and then down at a steep angle, right where Dare was
waiting for it; he launched it upward and into the gate. The hexagon gate began to flash brightly
with its green border, a loud tone chiming to indicate a point had been scored.
"Whoo! And that's the game folks, Dare Tomote is the MVP!" He pumped his arms high
into the air as he let out another whoop, with the reckless abandon of an animal.
"I'd say that was pretty accurate. You would have to play by yourself to become MVP of
anything."
Dare flipped his propulsion pad upside down, turning him to face the entryway, eyes wide
open. "Elodie?"
"Although, maybe if we got MVP to stand for something else you could swing.
Depending, you know." Elodie's smile was full of scorn. That was fine, it was a smile all the
same.
There was always a weird mixture of thoughts and emotions that happened when Dare
saw Elodie. Mostly it was a sense of being glad to see her. With his Starjack training and her
duties in A and I it seemed like their paths never crossed Academically. And they didn't see
each other much socially...Dare actually had a feeling Elodie was avoiding him socially. And
really that was nothing new, it had been that way back home. But, home had been different.
Even if they spent every moment of the day apart, they were there together in that home, their
aunt working on dinner, them staring across the wooden table trading news.
He couldn't remember when it was that it switched to trading insults.
There was also a little bit of dread when they met. Dread that she'd come to unload
some frustrations or humiliate him or...something. Often times the hostility was so confusingly
pointless and pointlessly confusing that he wondered why she bothered at all. Not to mention
some odd twinge of guilty fear, like she was going to catch him doing something and she'd be
sending the details to their aunt through tachyon transmissions as soon as she could.
Still, given the choice between seeing her and not seeing her...
"Most Venomous Platypus?"
"That's an insult to platypus." Elodie was hanging in space just inside the entry door. She
had her arms folded and her head tipped just so, though the effect was lost as her hair drifted
aimlessly above her head, floating in every direction it may. Dare spun himself around again,
orienting his position with Elodie's.
"So to what do I owe the distinct honor? You had to have worked a little bit to find me
here." By little bit, he meant simply ask a computer interface pole, but it implied intent to find him
regardless.
"I want to know the truth about something. You Starjacks, you were assigned to date girls
weren't you?"
Fortunately four years of training hadn't been for naught. Dare just blinked confusedly at
him, scratching his head in a completely natural mannerism. His mind, however, was racing.
How on earth did she know? "Assigned? Like, as in, ordered?"
"Don't be dumb." Her arms moved from crossed to on her hips. Dare noted that she
didn't say don't play dumb. "I have all the data to prove it, numerous Starjacks have asked out a
number of girls. Penn asked me at lunch and then Juran on my way here."
"Did you alert medical? They might have a fever that's affecting their judgment!" A
thought crossed his mind just then. Why hadn't he thought of Elodie?
Elodie didn't acknowledge the shot. "Spill it Dare. What's going on?"
He balanced the situation in his mind a moment, looking at the scenario from every
angle, just as he had always been taught. Be clever. Be quick. Preserve your own life.
He grinned.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Even if I did, you don't have clearance."
"I have Level 2 clearance!" Elodie snapped defensively, throwing her arms out at her
sides exasperatedly. Level 2? That was higher than the usual A&I student.
"Well Starjacks have Level 1, and you know that. I'm not obligated to tell you anything. If
there was anything to tell, that is."
"Dare, seriously! If the teachers are using the female students as hormonal target
practice then we at least have the right to know about it! Don't you have any loyalty to me at all!"
"Okay, I'll tell you."
"You....what?"
"I said I'll tell you. But on one condition." The propulsion pad hummed and Dare floated
over to the center of the arena. "You have to beat me."
Elodie's glare was a mixture of confusion, amusement, disbelief, and anger. "You got to
be kidding me. I don't have time for this."
"Just one point. Unless of course you're afraid. I mean, I am better than you, after all."
With a tiny click a small box on the utility belt of Elodie's jumpsuit opened. She took out a
small black hair tie and gathered up her wayward mane forcing the shoulderlength strands into
a ponytail, then folded over that ponytail into the tie, looping it backwards to form a small...hair
nub. "Arena. Pad."
A small hiss and click filled the cool air of the zerog arena as the arena's AI responded
to her command. A propulsion pad was released and hovered slowly over to Elodie until her feet
touched the receptors. The pad jerked slightly as it released itself from the AI control and
synched up to the nanoweb of Elodie's jumpsuit, responding to the nanobiotics in her body. She
skimmed through the air easily to the opposite side of the centerline of the arena.
"Arena. Ball." Dare grinned excitedly. A new gateball floated down between them, a
meter from each of their grips. "Let the best man win."
"You mean player."
'"I know what I said." A tone sounded. Dare swept in immediately with his propulsion pad
and bashed his hand against the ball to his left, veering to his right. The ball spun off in the
opposite direction of Dare and he aimed himself to the intersection of where the ball would
meet.
Gateball was relatively easy. Throw the ball into the gate. Have fun while doing so. Most
of the rules pertained to what kind of physical contact between players was allowed, and in
effect boiled down to no deliberately harming the other player that all contact had to be directed
at the ball. It was wildly popular with its own professional league and had become as accepted
in human society as the Earthborn sports football, basketball and baseball. Everyone that could
get theri way into a zerog chamber played it; even the elderly.
Of course, they hadn't had an accessible zerog chamber on Helios. It was too
expensive to even rent time in one for their aunt, and Dare never dare to ask for such a burden
on his surrogate mother. So he and Elodie did what most poor children did in the Confederacy
worlds: played groundball.
Groundball was basically gateball. An enclosed room with painted hexagons on the walls
to serve as gates. The ball was rubber instead of the expensive particle field ball and there was,
well, gravity. It was nothing like gateball, in actuality, the speeds and physics and tactics
involved. But there was more than one ragstoriches story in the gateball leagues of kids
playing groundball. He remembered one saying that groundball taught him arcs. Kids that
started in zerog thought in angles, but with gravity affecting a ball in groundball, it let them think
in arcs, arcs that could be manipulated if the ball was thrown with the correct rotation. Gentle
enough curves could really throw a richkid's sense of angle off.
Elodie wasn't going to fall for it, though.
Her propulsion pad zipped above him in a high arc, one that was dizzyingly graceful,
placing her head pointed at the ball. As Dare reached out to grab the ribs, Elodie's hand
clamped around another one. The two immediately began rotating around the sphere, pulling
and twisting as fast and as hard as they were able. This was why it was dangerous to simply run
the ball to the gate; the gyroscopic forces in zerog were difficult to maintain, and one wrong
pull, turn, or slip could send you careening into the wall.
Dare let go. Elodie spun wildly a moment, but she corrected herself a splitsecond faster
than he anticipated. The two zipped along the arena heading straight for her gate, ball tucked in
close to her torso. For a second he thought about simply trying to pry it out of her, but had a
feeling she'd use a rule violation to declare herself winner. Instead he dropped back and below
Elodie, sitting in her blind spot as she approached the gate, angling herself for a shot. Her arm
raised and spun, flinging the ball at a steep shot towards one of the hexagonal corners. Dare
sped and scooped upward looking to intercept; if he thought out her angle correctly she had
aimed it at the corner so that it would bounce upward and pass the threshold not where she had
planted the ball but in the opposing corner. Dare juked himself hard and put himself in the path
of the ball and its bouncepath, reaching out to catch it.
Nothing.
The ball had curved left instead of right and bounced away from the gate instead of into
it. Elodie snatched it midflight and then redeposited it in the dead center of the gate.
The tone chimed and the lights flashed.
Dare wasn't sure if he was bewildered, angry, or impressed. He just floated there with an
odd smile on his face and shook his head. Elodie spun around gracefully.
Then stuck out her tongue.
"You're right. We were ordered to date girls." Dare adjusted the strap on his duffle bag
slightly trying to hold it...more daringly? Maybe it was just for something to do. He stood by the
lockers watching as Elodie meticulously prepared her own bag, undoing her hair tie and
brushing it out. When had her hair gotten so long again?
"I knew it. I knew it!"
"But, just one date. Due by tomorrow actually. Colonel Polaris was already worried that
someone might figure out what was going on, so he made it a crashcourse of a mission."
"That slimey...okay, then what?" Elodie slung her bag over her shoulders. Dare frowned.
"What do you mean 'then what'?"
"What happens after you date them?"
"...nothing?"
"Nothing?"
"Well, I mean, I guess that depends on the date. But there's no orders beyond one date."
The door hissed open and the two stepped into one of the small monorails. Dare keyed in a
destination and then used his command code to lock it out; no one but another Starjack,
teacher, or commissioned officer could stop the car now. Complete privacy. Well, sort of. He had
a feeling these things were bugged, but he could care less.
"So you're just supposed to...go out with them?" Elodie looked disappointed and
confused all at once.
"And write a report."
"What kind of report?"
"You know. A report. Oh, there are some strange criteria to some of it. I don't remember
what it is, it's saved on my homework database. I can't look at it unless I'm at my workstation."
Dare slung the duffle bag off his shoulder and let it drop to the floor, leaning against the wall of
the car as it rolled on nearly silent. Elodie waved away the excuse, already knowing there was
nothing Dare could do for her now short of memorizing it and coming back to her, but she didn't
seem that interested. A moment passed.
"So who was the unlucky lady who got stuck with you?" She finally asked, her gray eyes
fixed on the passing scenery.
"You." He smiled in anticipation.
"What!?"
"Well, I did ask you to play gateball with me. And then we went on a monorail ride." He
sounded almost innocent. Elodie's normally pale skin was flushing red; he couldn't tell if it was
with rage or embarrassment.
"But! But that was hardly a date! Not to mention you'll have to admit you told me about
the orders otherwise you'll be falsifying a report!"
"So? That's fine. After all, there's no way for you to verify anything I told you. I could be
yanking you around, which you know is possible. I'll just explain I figured the risks of you finding
out for absolute certain were low and playing this gambit was effective in getting you to agree.
Polaris'll buy it, he always does."
"You! You!"
"What, is going on a date with me really that bad? Besides, you always told me when we
were kids I needed to take school seriously and do well and get high marks. I need this grade."
It was Dare's turn now to look out the window. "...all the other girls I tried rejected me."
This earned him a rare moment of silent sympathy from Elodie. The hardened shell she
put up in his presence seemed to fall away in that moment as her gray eyes took him in long and
hard, a glint of bewilderment betrayed in her face that Dare appreciated to no end.
"I...uh...well you know."
"Yep." Dare cut her off, sparing her to find nice words to give to him.
"I'm sure you would've found someone." Elodie managed. Dare only nodded. They
silence rolled on. As if this wasn't already awkward enough, Dare couldn't help but wonder if
now was the time to bring up the subject. It had been eating at him for weeks now, and they saw
each other so infrequently.
"Hey El, what're you doing for midterm leave?" He managed to look at her again,
reaching up with hand to grab one of the passenger bars over head. Elodie turned quizzically.
"Staying here. Like I always do. Why?"
"Well it's just that...well, you know how Starjacks get special treatment and stuff right?
Privileges the rest of you don't get?" He almost winced when he started. He could already see
the annoyance break through whatever patience Elodie had summoned to get through this.
"Yes. Your point?"
"Well, the other day I was playing poker with Kyle and Dusty and...well, that's not the
important part. The important part is, I won a whole bunch of favors that I traded here and there
and this way and that. MiniStarjack economy, you know. And I uh...I got something pretty
valuable."
"What, a helmet that fits your big head?"
"Offworld passage to Helios."
Dead silence. She just stared at him, long and hard, questioningly, piercing, trying to
determine with every once of her mind whether he was being serious or not. He was.
"You're...going home?"
"Well. Maybe."
"Maybe? Maybe! We haven't been home in four years, what's keeping you from going
now!?"
"I can't show up there by myself. You know how secretly upset Aunt Mercedes would be
if I came waltzing in there without you? She'd never say anything, but I'd remember the look in
her eyes forever."
"Oh." That was all she could muster. Suddenly she found the scenery more interesting
again, the sadness and anger and jealousy pouring out of her. Dare frowned, confused at first,
but then realized he hadn't been very clear.
"So...you wanna come with me?"
Chapter 4: Briefing
Chapter 5: Quantum Manipulation
She wasn't sure if she found the idea too farfetched to believe or if she was simply being
loaded down with too much, but Elodie couldn't hide the look of complete disbelief and
skepticism. It would seem like if humanity were a natural set of quantum manipulators they
would've figured it out by now. Maybe not in those terms, but at least...something. With a race so
concerned about discovery, it seemed that something so rudimentary wouldn't be overlooked.
"I...don't think I understand."
"Ah, yes, of course. Quantum mechanics have been applied to various fields of science
since its discovery in an attempt to find answers where there were none before. One of these
fields was the emergence of a theory of quantum evolution, which used uncertainty principles to
explain rapid changes in DNA structure. Of course even with the level of quantum understanding
we have today none of these can be proven. But, think for a moment about the stories you have
heard throughout all humanity."
Doctor Pillail, who had been explaining this revelation to Elodie in a frenzied pace and
with such a concentrated manner that it seemed like they were the only ones in the room, began
tapping his fingers across the table. A holographic interface appeared and then swished over
the table to Elodie, a perfect display. In neat rows there were names, dates, and brief
summaries under a header named "events" that waited for her touch. She brushed a finger
through the air, brining up one of the case studies for her to view. Skimming it, she found it was
an accident report from Thebes in which a hovercar crashed through two buildings and
subsequently had a power core meltdown, but with such peculiar circumstances that not only
were there no deaths, there were no injuries. She closed it and began scanning another one as
the doctor continued.
"Throughout our history, humanity has been remarkably resilient. Mankind survived the
trials of living on earth, the era of colonization, the rise and fracturing of the Empire. Each of
these eras has had monumental difficulties to overcome and each has a period where the
destruction of all or most of humanity was imminent. And yet it survives on. Furthermore, even
within in this history of resilience, there are thousands of tales where individual human beings
defy all probability and do the impossible. The cases could be millions if we had a way to
document them all! And of course, get people to believe they were worth reporting."
"You mean luck." Elodie stopped scrolling through files, her questioning gaze trying to
shake the doctor from his sudden reverie.
"Yes, it goes by many names, luck being the most common. There is of course the
power of the human mind, psychic abilities, a number of theological explanations all offered to
explain what we don't understand. But if you apply quantum mechanics, all of these improbable
things are possible! It's just a matter of correlating the human will to the manipulation of
quantum state!"
"And you can prove that?"
"Well...no. Not yet, not beyond a doubt. But I'm getting close! Very close! All thanks to
the SASAI!"
"Huh? How?"
"Very simple, very very simple. I programmed the SASAI to be the maximum
approximation of human personality. And while the SASAI does provide for maximum reaction
time, synchronized battle positioning and the increase of saved human lives, it also serves as
the perfect test subject for the concept of quantum manipulation!"
Admiral Swan, sitting at the head of the table, cleared his throat at this juncture to retake
control of the situation. "You see, Cadet, Dr. Pillail here didn't explain to us that he would be
using our battlefleet as an experiment. He only revealed this little detail of his to us after the
conclusion of the ConfederateRepublic War."
"But it worked! It all worked perfectly!"
The Admiral had a pained look of reluctance and annoyance, as if he wanted to
contradict the excited professor, but couldn't. "Yes, well. Data from our battlefleet does suggest
that his quantum manipulation theory does in fact work. We're not talking about adding engines
or repairing armor plates but...there's interesting results. Cannon fire doing more damage than
possible, systems operating well beyond their rated efficiencies, missiles having extended
range, a number of other technical things. And the memory cores suggest that these events
were tied in with the SASAI's intent. In fact it's been suggested that the final battle of the war
was heavily influenced by the Mars Keeper's SASAI."
Elodie sat silently. So, it was true. Cannons that worked better because they wanted
them to work better. She suddenly understood why the Confederacy went with the SASAI route
rather than the Republic's attack drones. The drones, while ruthlessly efficient, had difficulty
adapting to anything that fell out of their preset parameters. While they might have perfect
maneuvers for certain battle movements, they might be totally caught off guard with even slight
variations of the pattern, leaving them easily destroyed. While this served as an advantage, the
adaptability of the drones made it such that a new maneuver worked, at maximum, only three
times. But, with a SASAI, with a ship that could make minute corrections based on its own
sensors, and even alter the chances of those corrections making a difference, the advantage of
the drones would shrink by bounds.
"So...what does this have to do with me?" The inevitable question seemed to signal a
shift in the room.
"It has to do with the uh...mistake." Pillail looked as if he was going to launch into another
round when the Admiral's hand waved him down. He did so reluctantly, looking sullen and
forlorn until he seemed to remember his datapads, which he then flipped on.
"Cadet, this is part of the reason this meeting is so highly classified. What the good
doctor is referring to is our current development on our newest strike frigate." The Admiral
placed his finger onto the desk deliberately. The lights dimmed immediately and a holographic
projection of a battleship appeared, floating silently and rotating on its Z axis to display all sides.
The ship was sleek and narrow even despite the armor plates that were still attached to its hull.
In another moment, the armor plates extended out from the ship as if entering combat,
displaying the array of weaponry, ports, hatches, and maneuvering engines along its hull. The
rear quarter of the ship looked to be entirely made of engines; Elodie didn't know much about
ship design, but she imagined this made the craft faster than most. The front was tapered and
narrowed into a rounded nose, almost like a type of starfighter. Elodie glanced to either side of
the projection, only to find empty space. Odd. Usually ship statistics would display in neat rows.
Was it really this classified?
"This frigate is the culmination of every technological advancement the Admiralty has
developed since the end of the Starcastle War. It's, in essence, one massive experiment
designed to test all of these new systems simultaneously. But of course since every experiment
needs a control, standardized systems are built beneath these new systems. It's a ship built
upon a ship, if you will; one layer of experimental systems, another of backup systems that also
monitor and record the results."
"It sounds...complicated." Elodie was furrowing her brow now and had forgotten entirely
that she was speaking to an Admiral.
"It is excessively complicated, let me tell you!" PIllail shoved his datapads aside and took
off his glasses, cleaning them fervently on the edge of his lab coat. "To run two independent
systems requires a level of automated programming and awareness for an SASAI that had
never been attempted! I had to build the program from the very beginning, using my own
theories as guidelines. The level of frustration involved is beyond anything you can even
imagine! Not to mention having to encode the Quantum Field Generator along with that!"
Pillail exhaled, exasperated, missing the look Admiral Swan swept at him entirely. Elodie
swallowed at the disapproving glare, watching him as he balanced whether to reveal the
meaning behind the doctor's statements.
"In light of the results, the Admiralty is experimenting with a quantum field generator that
would enhance the results of the SASAI's quantum manipulation...but you weren't supposed to
know that yet." He tried another glare at Pillail, but again it went ignored. "The point is, that this
SASAI was one of the most complicated that the doctor ever created."
"Five years! Three of initial programming and two more of inship development!"
"Inship development?"
"Yes yes, inship. Once the computer cores of any ship are constructed, I implant the
SASAI into the core and continue the developmental programming from there. This allows a
SASAI to grow along with its shipsurroundings, much as a child grows with their own body as it
advances in age. By the time it reaches completion, the SASAI understands every portion of
itself as well as why it was created in that order. The process is somewhat automated now,
controlled by Admiralty Science and usually only takes one year to develop and then the
remaining time inship."
The Admiral raised a hand again to regain control, his patience appearing to wear thin.
He touched the table again and the lights returned, the holoimage vanishing. "The point is, when
the ship is about to enter its final stages of construction, the holographic SASAI interface is
activated and the assigned Starjack begins their work. The problem is when we activated the
interface, something...unexpected, happened."
A pause. Each of the adults, including the stoic Polaris and the fuming Katherine
seemed to be avoiding the next phrase, save for Pillail who was oblivious and Swan, who
seemed to be waiting for the doctor's usual loudmouthed nature to jump in.
"Hm? Oh, oh yes! The SASAI for this ship is male."
Elodie's mouth dropped open. "...male?"
"Yes! Fascinating isn't it? Totally not by design, of course, but something seems to have
altered the intending programming. The fact that it is manifesting itself as male is a baffling
mystery that I am even now trying to decode." Pillail motioned to his datapads.
"But...what? How is that possible? The programming to change?"
"Admiralty Science isn't sure. They think that it has something to do with the complexity
of running two automated subsystems through parallel computer cores on one ship. Corruption
of data, overload of information, something of that effect."
"Or, it could be the quantum manipulation! It wanted to be male!"
The Admiral waved at him dismissively. "Yes yes, the doctor believes that it might have
manipulated itself into becoming male. That's not the point. What we have here is a situation
that the Admiralty is completely unable to deal with. Which is where you come in."
Her mind was already racing and she was beginning to put together a good idea of what
she was about to be asked. Tired of this meeting already, Elodie decided the direct route might
be the fastest. "You want me to work on making it female?"
"No, no, no no, that's impossible. This is not a simple change of interface, its mentality is
most definitely male. All of the behvaiors have been analyzed by the top psychologists from
Earth, Thebes, Hyperion...it's male. There's no changing it, not by simple interaction. It might
change by a manipulation of programming, but I'm not sure where yet." Pillail kept looking at his
pads as he worked steadily.
"We want you to be his Starjack."
She felt dizzy. Her hand instinctively grabbed for the edge of the table, her eyes
squeezing shut. Katherine put her hand on her shoulder, inquiringly quietly to see if she was
okay.
"Why...why me?" There were a thousand questions swirling around her head, but that
was the first that came to mind. "I mean, why not a real Starjack? Or someone more trained to
deal with this, like a psychologist or an officer or...anyone?" What she wanted to say was
'anyone other than me,' but managed to refrain.
"Believe me, cadet. We tried all of those and more. But this SASAI is difficult. Very
unreceptive, very slow to trust."
"I had to give him quite a bit more willpower to compensate for the amount of data he
would be handling." PIllail added.
"Colonel Polaris will explain more." The Admiral motioned to the Colonel, who was still
scowling and only seemed to scowl deeper at being assigned his task. He cleared his throat.
"Starjack training is designed to deal with the female mind." Everything about his voice
grated on Elodie's nerves; gravely baritone that was the defining sound of every holomovie
military commander stereotype. Perhaps, though, her perception was colored by the content of
his voice. "Starjacks have to learn how they think, how they process information, how they
negotiate. Granted an SASAI female has some constants we can train, but half of their training
is devoted to female interaction. The other half is a multidisciplinary study that would boggle
your mind. They are trained in every other field we have; Engineering, A&I, Combat, Command,
Medical, Science...it goes on. The reason being that since the SASAI is the ships computer the
Starjack might need to help it make decisions about any situation. They have to be prepared.
Unfortunately this preparation doesn't allow for the interaction with a male SASAI. They have no
idea what they're doing, and their training gets in their way. It won't respond to a male."
The Admiral leaned in slightly. "Furthermore, every other female we've deemed capable
and with the needed experience has been too old."
"Too old?" Elodie managed. Her throat suddenly felt very dry, and she swallowed several
times.
"Ah yes, each SASAI assigns themselves a relativistic human age. Usually completed
SASAI begin at 18 or 19, which is the age of most Starjack graduates. They respond well to
similar ages because they are programmed too. However, this SASAI currently believes he's
15." Pillail explained.
"So that left us with a situation. He wouldn't respond to a male and he wouldn't respond
to an older female. Where do we draw our resources from? The Academy, of course. With
Headmaster Chen's permission and Colonel Polaris' expertise, we conducted an initial search of
the fourth year class females."
"The date assignment." Elodie leaned hard forward in her seat, her eyes blazing with
realization and vindication. Polaris nodded, surprised.
"Yes, the uh...'date assignment' as you call it. The Starjack cadets dated all of the female
cadets over a period of a few days and wrote reports on how they responded to their Starjack
training. Then, we took the interesting candidates and sent follow up dates after them."
"I didn't go on any 'followup' dates. I hardly went on the first one, I was tricked into that."
"We know. This is why we picked you. One of the reasons, anyway. You are the top
student in your class, not just in your A&I classes but your interdisciplinary studies as well. You
have a vested interest in AI mentality, you believe women are equal to men, and perhaps most
importantly, you disagree with the SASAI program to begin with. We need these qualities." The
Admiral pressed the table again and a new image appeared. The ship was displayed again, but
this time instead of a perfect representation of its completed form, a picture of it nestled within a
space dock appeared, surrounded in construction pylons. "Let me clarify this a little bit, cadet.
We don't intend on having you on as the ship's final Starjack, we're already training a cluster of
female cadets for that purpose as we speak. What we need you to do is to hold the role during
the frigate's shakedown cruise. It's a simple run, a few days to test systems in Confederate
space then back to the space dock. During that time you'll interact with the SASAI."
"And...what?"
"Determine if it'll work. This ship is far too important to the fleet to be stuck with a
stubborn SASAI. If the doctor can't figure out how to fix its gender, we'll need to use a female
Starjack. But if you don't think anyone can work with him, then we need to take a different
course of action. If you clear the project, then fine. We'll send a Starjack with you, of course, and
there'll be a full crew. There are other issues at play here, Cadet, but I have to tell you time is of
the essence. The Republic is...on the move."
"I...I..." her eyes shut again and her fingers moved to her temples. "I...need time."
"Cadet, we"
"You're asking a lot of her!" Katherine finally snapped. The sudden outburst caused
Elodie to open her eyes. The Headmaster glowered disapprovingly, as did Polaris, both
appearing as they were about to speak.
"No. She's right." The Admiral folded his hands and lenaed forward on the table. "You
can have twentyfour hours. But I need to know by then. Is that enough?"
"Yes, Admiral."
"Good. Then I'll see you tomorrow. Until then, Headmaster can we have her excused
from all duties and classes?"
"Of course Admiral, whatever she needs she'll get."
"Excellent. Remember cadet, highest security. Dismissed."
Chapter 6: Homesick
"Dare! Two seven five, two seven...come on man!"
Dare blinked. Oh, right. He glanced up at his scope watching as the two green lights that
had been right behind him blinked off. He didn't bother to crane his head over the back to watch
the explosions flowering behind him.
"Now you're alone!" The voice cracked annoyed. Dare glanced at his scope again, then
shrugged.
"There's only two of them."
"Only? That's Cecily and Marina! They'll have you eating your own thrust exhaust before
you can blink again!"
"Well then I'll just get rid of my exhaust." His lips curled in a grin as his hands tightened
around the controls.
The bluewhite glares from his engines vanished as he jerked back the throttle and
twisted the stick, sending his fighter into roll. He clicked a switch on the throttle and two small
cones of blue shot in front of him, firing his ship in reverse. The sudden deadstop in space was
enough to throw both girls into slight curves, each of them sliding outward from their initial
pursuit paths and lurching around towards him. Not bad strategies; it wasn't a dual attack,
instead each of them was independently pursuing the two most obvious maneuvers Dare had.
Well, too bad he wasn't in the mood for being obvious.
He pushed the switch again.
The retrothrusters were meant for sudden stops and not much else, but in a pinch they
could let him fly in reverse, albeit at remarkably poor speeds. His right hand slid across the hat
of his stick, windows blinking on and off his HUD rapidly. Two white circles began spinning
around each enemy fighter as they spun themselves into an intersecting course for Dare. He
pulled the trigger. Two missiles shot out from his wings, the slender warheads trailed by orange
streams of flame aiming directly at their intended targets. Optical recognition locks were
effective, but dangerous: instead of tracing transponder codes or heat signatures, they attacked
anything with the proper image that had been datatagged. An ideal lock datatagged an entire
fighter before launching the missiles, but with only a frontview he had to count on them not
turning to the sides to ruin the lock. A real fighter would've had the entire shape banked in
memory, but a simulator could only do so much.
He hit a switch that began charging the proton cannon mounted directly under his
fuselage. As if reading his mind, both Cecily and Marina fired their proton cannons, not
bothering to adjust their course. The streams of orange energy struck their targets perfectly,
detonating the missiles in their path.
"Gotcha."
The heat seekers fired next, completely without a computerguided lock, which their
fighters would warn them of. Instead, they began streaking immediately towards the explosions,
which vanished in the cold vacuum of space rapidly. With no explosions to follow, the missiles
then moved onto the next greatest heat sources; with Dare only using retrothrusters, that left
Marina and Cecily's fighters.
Both needlelike craft spun and angled in different directions, each using remarkable
finesse to keep their ships just out of reach. Dare noticed that about women pilots; that they
coaxed their ships rather than ordered them, creating a far more graceful flight path. Both ships
managed a quick afterburner boost to gain distance on their missiles, then each banked hard.
Right at each other.
Metal began to fly. The fightergrade massdrivers pelted spheres of titanium at
tremendous speeds perilously close to their friendly fighter. In an amazing display of flight
prowess, each managed to crack a sphere into their wingmate's encroaching missile, detonating
them in perfect unison.
"Oh my God!" The voice of his flight controller yelped in surprise, watching as the girls
did the impossible. Dare was impressed, but only slightly so; he had expected it from them.
In fact, he had counted on it.
His own proton stream scarred space as the two fighters passed by one another. It
struck the closest fighter's wing and spun it hard in a roll, crashing into the other fighter. They
scrapped against one another horrifically, and one fighter's engine exploded, sending large
portions of her craft into space.
"No way!"
Dare just shook his head, firing up his engines again. His flight operator was a firstyear,
and clearly hadn't seen the "Danger Twins" in action. Nor had they seen Dare in action.
The fighter with one engine was spinning off helplessly, most of her controls dark. Power
cell down? Wouldn't surprise him. It didn't matter, the more mobile fighter was the dangerous
one, he could clean up that girl later. He toggled his weapons over to his own massdrivers and
angled himself into an intercept path. The metal ammunition began to fly at incredible speeds,
streaking dangerously close to the still wiley enemy. Still, without her control rudder and the right
maneuvering thruster out of calibration, she'd
His simulator went dark.
"...crap."
Only one monitor remained, displaying the proton stream that skewered his fuselage,
directly through the cockpit and into the little pilot that represented him. The source? The "dead"
fighter.
The lid of the simulator hissed open and Dare stretched his hands above his head in a
yawn. He was wearing his normal Starjack uniform, though the tie was gone, his sleeves were
rolled up and his jacket was actually draped over the railing that led into the simulator. He
stepped out of his pod casually, flung his jacket over his shoulder, and began sauntering towards
the other cluster of dour Starjacks.
"Come on, man! We're never going to live this down." Sydney "Sonic" Ramirez
complained with his debonair eyebrows and dark features folded into a childlike pout.
"Live what down?" Dare raised an eyebrow. "The fact that we got mopped up by the
'Danger Twins'? They're the best pilots in our class, you can't expect us to win, even seven on
two. Besides, I almost got them. If anyone has anything to live down it's the fact that you got
tanked by your own missile..."
Laughter erupted and Sonic folded his arms in disgust. Dare spared a glance over to the
other simulator bay, where Marina and Cecily were jumping up and down together handinhand,
almost as if they had been surprised that they won. They weren't, but it was that sort of sweet
naivete they had about winning that made their skill that much more frightening. A few more
comments were traded amongst the team, but most were too angry about losing to hang around
long. Soon it was only Dare and Penn walking side by side out of the simulator chambers and
onto one of the concourses.
"Not bad moves. Though, why'd you let your other two on your wing get shot to hell like
that? Seemed preventable." Penn inquired, hands in his pockets, trying to look disinterested.
Fact was, Dare was the best pilot of the fourthyear Starjack cadets, and Penn had been
working hard to move his way up those ranks by picking at Dare's brain now and again. Dare
didn't mind, even if he thought the subterfuge was unnecessary.
"Honestly? Didn't see it."
"Huh? How could you not, didn't you get a particle alert?"
"Uh. Probably."
Penn frowned. "You okay, man?"
"Eh? Yeah, I'm fine. Just distracted. I got put on standby yesterday."
Penn's eyes lit up. "No freaking way. Standby!? You're a fourth year, and they put you on
standby? For what ship? Did they say?"
"No, no. It's a temp assignment. And they're not even sure I'm going. Hence the word
'standby.' "
"Still, this is big man! You should be excited, gonna see some real action while the rest of
us play starship in our bunks."
"Should be, but I'm...conflicted. Midterm leave is at the same time, you know."
"And? Oh, right, you were going to go back home. Is your aunt upset?"
"No, she's used to it. She was happy for me, actually. It's...Elodie I'm worried about."
"What? Why? She can still go, can't she?"
"Well yeah. But I guess...ah, forget it." Dare spun his jacket over one arm and then
flourished the other into place. Penn looked at him a long moment, considering whether or not
Dare really wanted to forget it.
"No come on man, what's got you spaced?"
"I guess I was just hoping that trip would fix something. I mean, I grew up with Elodie,
she should be like my sister. Instead I'm like a dog she doesn't like anymore. Or worse, a dog
that ate her favorite cat. She can't stand me, hasn't been able to from day one of the Academy."
"So? I don't get along with my sister. She's dumb."
"She's four, Penn."
"So?"
Dare sighed. "That's not the point. The point is I thought we'd have something in
common here. Someone to remind me of home."
"But you two are from Helios, right? Isn't that the poorest planet in the entire
Confederacy?"
Penn was goodlooking, but usually had poor marks in diplomacy. Dare understood why
now. "It is. Which is exactly why I guess I wish we were...at least acquaintances. Friends might
be asking for too much at this point, but still, I'd like to see her more than once a year. And have
a real conversation with her. The other day when we were playing gateball, it felt just like old
times again. I miss that."
"God man, don't start crying." Penn laughed. Dare laughed too, though he was
disappointed. For some reason guys, Starjacks in particular, had a terrible time of talking about
their emotions, especially with other guys. Maybe that was part of the training, to get you to want
to open up to the SASAI...
It didn't matter. Dare parted ways with his gingerfeatured friend and found himself
staring at a terminal pole.
"Dare Tomote, 4th year, Starjack Cadet. How may I serve you?"
"Locate Elodie Fleurmieux."
Ecodome Eleven. Of all the places she could be, why she was stationary in Ecodome
Eleven was well beyond his initial understanding. The transport rail zipped him to the entry way
within minutes and after a brief moment in the decon pad, he stepped through. Dare, like most
of the cadets on Damocles, ignored the ecodomes, save for when they were sent into them for
specific training exercises. There was enough studying and work to occupy most of their time
and what little time they had remaining could be easily filled with the multitude of other
entertainment options left to them. Like simulator combat.
But the moment he stepped into the dome, he understood. The sunlight baked hot
across the arid landscape, brittle and stinging. The earth was a burnt sienna, sometimes sand,
sometimes clumps of dirt that could be confusing to walk across. Brush was clumped in sparse
clusters, thick and brambly, almost like collections of sticks rather than actual living plants. The
dusk light was golden across the artificially maintained atmosphere, giving it a purple hue to it.
It looked like Helios.
Well, at least the part of Helios they had grown up on.
Dare didn't have much time to delve into the feelings that were stirred up at this
revelation. Of course it wasn't based on Helios, it was based on the Earth desert, which had
slightly different sand and slightly different plantlife. But it was close. He found her sitting on a
rock, watching the sunset blaze over a hill. She was wearing her casual clothes, to his surprise;
a simple white tshirt with the Academy crest on her back, untucked, and a pair of light blue
pants. Her hair sashayed around her head as she glanced at his approach. Her expression was
unreadable, though Dare didn't take it to mean that he should leave.
"I don't think I've ever been in here." Dare stood a few feet away from her, hands in his
pockets, trying his best to look aloof. It was more difficult than he thought.
"Remind you of somewhere?" Elodie forced a smile, trying to sound cheery. She was
tense. Stressed. He could see it in the way her shoulders flexed, in the way that she seemed to
be clenching her jaw for no apparent reason.
"It does. Never knew it was here."
"Well usually only the geonerds show up. I think Tactical does training here too but other
than that I guess there wouldn't be much reason to come here. I come here to think, sometimes.
People don't bump into me here." There was an inquisitive gleam in her eye as she tipped her
head towards him, asking 'so why are you here?'.
"They put me on standby." No sense in dancing around the issue, he thought. It wouldn't
work on Elodie anyway, it'd just annoy her that he was trying to hide bad news. Part of this
would be from her A&I training, but Elodie had always been quick on the pick up anyway. To his
surprise, she frowned.
"Standby?"
"Oh, right. Starjack slang. Basically the ship that I'm going to be assigned to has
completed its holographic interface tests and they want me to start interacting with her. Maybe.
Sort of. I don't know, it's confusing, usually you don't get put on standby until six or seventh year.
And mine is like...a 'maybe' standby. Like it might not happen." Dare scratched the back of his
head. He was speaking rapidly, nervously, trying to contextualize everything so that maybe
somehow Elodie might take the news better. "The point is, I'm grounded for midterm leave. I
can't go back home."
"Oh." Elodie turned to face the ground now. Her legs were hanging over the rock she sat
on, her hands now palms down directly at her sides. "Well, then we have something in common.
I can't go either."
"Huh? Why not?"
"It's...classified." The last word limped out mournfully, her face wincing as she said it, like
she were chewing on a lemon. Dare frowned. He believed her but...still, the curiosity was
overwhelming.
"Oh." It was all he could manage. He waited a moment, waited for her to say or do
something. Not that he was really sure what he was expecting, but the moment seemed to call
for it. He leaned back on his left heel and spun around, looking towards the exit of the dome.
Maybe he should've just sent her a terminal message.
"Can I ask you something?"
Dare halted, glancing over his shoulder. "Uh, yeah. Sure." He sauntered back over
towards her, this time taking a seat next to her on the rock. There was a long pause. He
watched Elodie's eyes, watching as he could see the wheels turning over and over in her head.
"Why'd you join? The Starjacks, I mean."
"Why? Because they said I'd be good at it."
Elodie looked shocked, at first, but then irritated beyond belief. "What!? That's it! They
said you'd be good at it and you joined up!"
Uh oh. Clearly this was the wrong answer. Why was it that with girls the right answer
never made any sense and the answers that made sense were never right? He had to think
quickly if he was going to recover his one chance to patch things up. "Well. That's not really the
right question."
Elodie narrowed her eyes, suspicious. "Okay, then what is the right question?"
"Why did I stay?"
"...I'll bite. Why'd you stay? Wait, what do you mean 'stay' I thought Starjacks were
mandatory once you joined up?"
Dare nodded. "They are. After the first year. At the end of the first year you can drop out
if you want. Lot of people burn out. Some people decide they don't want to commit. It's a big
commitment, after all. Starjacks get a lot of glory but in reality we have to sacrifice the most.
Probably can't have a family. Probably can't have a regular social life. We're the ones that die
with the ship and we're the ones who get blamed when the SASAI screws up. When kids realize
how much that is, it doesn't seem so glamorous." Dare wasn't really supposed to be revealing
any of this. Top security...but...
"...so why did you stay?" This time it was asked with a great deal more sincerity and
confusion. Why would anyone stay in something like that?
"Because it's a heavy burden. Someone has to carry it. If it's not me, then it's someone
else. And...I guess I figure I can take it?" Dare winced, shutting his left eye at the sound of his
own machismo. "Er, that's not what I meant. I guess it's just that there's a possibility for a great
life for everyone in the galaxy. Confederate and Republican, poor and rich. If I could help build
that future, then my life would mean something. Besides, making someone else do it is...selfish."
"Wow that was..." Elodie trailed off, turning her head to examine him. "...really dumb."
"Eh..." Dare winced again. Elodie laughed, punching his shoulder lightly. Then she
grabbed onto his shoulder and used him to climb to her feet, brushing off her pants. Dare
followed after her, the two heading to the doorway as the last sliver of sunlight vanished behind
the horizon. They called a transport and it zipped to the platform within seconds. Elodie got on
first, holding out a hand towards Dare to stop him from entering.
"Thank you. That was helpful. In ways you'll never probably know. And, Aunt Mercedes is
getting married."
"Whwhat!?" Everything on Dare was widened with surprise.
"See, I wasn't supposed to tell you that. But I bet you weren't supposed to tell me some
of that stuff earlier. So now we're even. Bye."
"No! Wait! Who is it! Why didn't she tell me! What's going on!"
It was pointless. All of the words just bounced off the door as it slid shut and the rest
were drowned out from the sound of the transport speeding off.
Chapter 7: Phoenix
The moment the hatch door hissed open, Ro threw her fist. The gloved hand collided
directly into the poor dockhand's face, sending him flying into the corridor wall. It was really too
bad that the young man had to suffer this injury. After all it wasn't his fault Ro was where she
was. But her anger was far too volatile to simply be left alone in the confines of her head. Really
she would've preferred it to have been Rear Admiral Hastings, to give him the beating that he
deserved for
"Captain Ortega! I will not have you behaving in such a manner! Especially when"
Ah, there he was now. Rear Admiral Hastings suddenly found himself shoved against the
wall, the clean white of his uniform rumpled severely as Ro gripped him with all her might. She
snarled a low snarl, narrowing her eyes into daggers.
"You do what you did and I'll behave however the hell I want. This is nothing short of
impressment!"
"And what you're doing is nothing short of treason! I should have charges brought
against you!"
"Give it a try you deskjockey, you won't make it five steps out the airlock door."
The click of rifles filled her ears. She shifted her gaze to the right, watching as four black
and yellow armored troopers brought their weapons to bear at Ro. Her mind began racing
immediately on ways to take them out; it could be done. Just depended on how well they were
training the boys in Tactical these days. Were they better or worse than a group of pirates?
She'd have to find out the hard way...
"All right, this is enough. Lower your weapons. And you, Ro, lower the Admiral." The
white haired figure of Admiral Swan stood in the frame of the airlock door now, hands folded
behind his back, appearing as calm as ever. Ro snarled at Swan as well, but released Hastings
all the same. Hastings indignantly adjusted his uniform, brushing it down as the troopers
lowered their weapons.
"Well if you're here then it must be as important as Hastings tried to make it sound.
Coulda saved yourself a lot of trouble if you'd just called yourself, you know." Ro crossed her
arms. Still clad in her white and red jumpsuit, her scarlet coat draping dashingly around her
shoulders. A deep navy band broke the sleeve on her left side; the Confederate insignia was on
this arm band, along with the words "Mars Keeper" and the registration number of the ship.
Technically it was for the dress uniform, and technically the dress uniform of a ship that had
been destroyed five years now. Still, the last person that tried to take it off Ro's body was shot,
starting at the foot and up into the torso before he died of the trauma.
"You did read the briefing." Swan inclined his head slightly.
"I did. But only after your boys shot the Crescent into scrap metal."
"So then you've agreed?"
"What choice do I have? This is an order, isn't it?"
"True. But, the Admiralty has given you something of a freereign these days. It's how
you got the Blue Crescent in the first place, as well as the nonassignmentassignment. It's still
registered as doing 'test flights' you realize."
"You could call it a testflight. Sort of."
"Well I don't think there will be any pirate hunting on this test flight. Still, I'm glad to have
you. your presence will be invaluable."
"Psh. And why is that? The Great Ro Warcrusher helps validate your little experiment
here? It's one hell of a choice, considering that you wellknow my feelings on this subject."
"Hardly! If we could find someone with a much smaller ego we would!' Hastings spat.
Swan frowned disapprovingly, sending his only slightlyjunior officer into silence.
"The Blue Crescent has no SASAI. You've been fighting pirates for five years in a ship
that is wellpast its prime and using weapons that even the pirates were probably laughing at.
Your crew can operate an entire vessel without modern day conveniences, something that most
of our current crews cannot do. If this ship's SASAI completely fails, then yours is the only crew
capable of dealing with a souless starship."
Ro laughed a big laugh, throwing back her head defiantly. "Oh the irony. And here you
were going to have me thrown away for treason, weren't you Hastings? Fine enough, Swan, I'll
do your shakedown. Only if you promise to fix the Crescent while we're gone. I want it in tiptop
shape, latest weapons and systems aboard. No SASAI."
"Done. Come this way." Swan turned down the hall. Ro turned her head back over her
shoulder, glancing at the hulking Carmine, his goatee and beared seeming more silver in the
dock light.
"Prepare for complete departure. We're moving ships."
"Pft. Maybe this time I can get a room with a window."
"I'll make sure you do." Ro nodded, Carmine returned it before ducking back into the
hatch.