Carinae Sector: 01 - Traders' Scourge - Part 1 - Alien Flight

  Traders’ Scourge

  Part One, Alien Flight

  Book One of the Carinae Sector series

  by David Buck, 2012

  Revised 20th March 2013

  The author assumes copyright and all rights relating to this publication. All characters depicted are fictional and the story line is a work of fiction.

  The novel is written in Commonwealth English.

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  This novel is dedicated with love to my wife Nicola and our four children.

  A special thank you goes to Simon Haynes, Stephen Dedman and Michael Foster.

  Cover design by Luke Harris from Chameleon Print Design.

  ‘We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love... and then we return home.’

  Aboriginal wisdom

  ‘To move to the intrigue of the vassals is to move to the sunlight of the stars. For getting too close to either can be deadly…’

  Trader captain to his students at space academy opening address

  The races of the Carinae sector

  Altoran

  Barus

  Cephrit

  Deltas Vass

  Fenshilla

  Human

  Huopheen

  Jerecab

  Kariqua

  Leuros

  Maveen

  Parak'flor

  Quixxe

  Scourge

  Sspol

  Trader

  Tilmud

  Vorinne

  Zronte

  The humans

  Steve Greene, former RAN Commander and mission team leader

  Samantha Greene, Steve’s wife and accomplished medic

  Dan Edwards, Samantha’s older brother and marine biologist

  Rebecca Rynn-Smith, Dan’s fiancée and accomplished medic

  (Professor) Douglas Stoneham, American Astrophysicist and mission team controller

  Ian Ridge, Australian Prime Minister

  Sanjay Chandransigar, Indian Astrophysicist and mission team member

  Ian Mitchin, US Astrophysicist and mission team member

  Jane Walker, Commander of the RAN frigate HMAS Sydney

  Gavin Lewis, SAS Troop Commander

  James Mudbury, young football player and pizza delivery driver

  Mark, Helicopter pilot on the Aurora Discovery

  Rick, Senior engineer on the Aurora Discovery

  The aliens

  Captain Narindestat, Trader Captain of the Illuria

  Lieutenant Garendestat, Narindestat’s son and lieutenant aboard the Illuria

  Emeria, Trader Medic and eventual wife of Garendestat

  Gindane, Barus Research Commander

  Omerio, former Barus fleet officer and friend of Gindane

  Maveen lead probe, official title is later Maveen Earth probe

  Queen Angwene, ancient queen hiding on Earth with her daughters

  Cephrit station master later fleet master, of Cephrit star base 31

  Admiral Baredio, Barus Fleet Admiral and Omerio’s uncle

  Professor Elysius, leader of Barus research fleet at the former Dradfer colonies.

  Thatak’siema (Her Grace), Vorinne second envoy

  Halbindestat, Trader chief engineer

  Admiral Biruldesec, Tilmud High Admiral of the fleet

  Tanuldesec, Tilmud Squadron commander [brother of Admiral]

  Giruldesec, Tilmud Lieutenant, son of High Admiral Biruldesec

  Altarebe, an ancient male hiding with his father

  Timeline of human history in the 21st Century

  2014. Outbreak of another strain of bird flu.

  2017. Severe earthquake in South East Asia kill millions of people.

  2021. Accident at the aging space station claims nine lives.

  2022. Joint commercial base built on the moon.

  2024. Attempted coup by right wing militants in the USA.

  2027. The two Koreas are reunited.

  2033. Abortive space mission to Mars.

  2036. Volcanic eruptions in Chile kill millions of people.

  2038. Commercial moon base struggling to remain operational.

  ***

  Prologue

  2039 AD, unknown star system

  For several days the two living ships had fled from the surprise attack across light years of trackless space. Along each ship deep fissures and black scorch marks scarred the hulls, and each ship would shiver as their intelligent systems attempted further limited repairs. The ships were also badly taxed by the repeated jumps needed to elude their attackers, and soon they entered the fourth star system since being attacked.

  The two ships felt alarm and surprise as they detected a strange and much larger ship located much further inside the new star system. The alarm gave way to relief after a brief tight beam transmission initiated by the larger alien ship. The message concluded, and if by unspoken agreement, both ships altered course towards a cluster of icy planetoids. As they approached the largest planetoid, the two damaged ships each pulled a twenty G deceleration maneuver, and sank rapidly towards the floor of the deepest craters. Their new ally, a massive silver globe, now rapidly altered course and increased speed, before accelerating across the star system at a widening distance to the two hiding ships.

  Now six smaller ships appeared at the opposite side of the star system, and immediately began closing the distant larger ship. On the bridge of one of the smaller ships, a powerful form with poisonous spines slouched in his massive command couch. The Tilmud squadron commander distastefully eyed his crew along his foot long scaled snout, before screaming further commands to his bridge crew in their own acceleration couches.

  ‘What is that ship doing here? Navigation, chart the reverse course of that ship, I want to know what he was doing here. Sensors, I want any trace you have of those two ships, they could not have gone much further than this immediate stellar area. Tactical give us an overview of the alien ship as we will be in weapons range shortly.’

  Days of futile chasing had not improved his generally nasty disposition at all. The bridge crew stiffened at their posts and kept their eyes firmly on their consoles as if to avoid their commanders literally red eyed baleful glare. The tactical officer made a quick assessment of his sensors, before glancing furtively to verify his commander was not armed on this bridge watch. Satisfied and convinced on his course of action, the tactical officer interjected his commander as he started to wind up again about finding the two ships the Tilmud squadron had ambushed previously.

  ‘Sir, three points to consider. Firstly, the Sspol race is a suspected enemy of the ancients we seek, and would have surely destroyed the two weaker ships if it had encountered them. Secondly, the cruiser is starting to slow down rapidly. Finally, we are badly out-gunned by the heavy weapons of the Sspol cruiser. I recommend a strategic withdrawal.’

  White hot anger seethed through Squadron Commander Tanuldesec for a moment as he turned to his console screen. As his anger cooled the commander considered that his squadron had been the hunters for so long that they were starting to get careless in a very unforgiving universe. The commander quickly verified the tactical officer’s summary and ordered all
ships to alter course well away from the massive Sspol cruiser.

  The commander further choked back his frustration about finding the two earlier ships, and briefly gave his nephew the tactical officer, a small nod of recognition.

  ‘Lieutenant Giruldesec, how many times are you reminded that bridge protocol means that you don’t interrupt your commander, you will take an extra watch for the next four day period.’

  Any other bridge crew could have had his snout around their throat by this time. But the commander owed his older brother for his current squadron command, and the young officer had real potential as witnessed by his latest actions. The lieutenant for his part stoically went about his duties. Tilmud custom and biology meant that two males during even a one sided exchange seldom risked eye contact, so an acknowledgement of the commander was not necessary.

  The annoyed commander was frustrated with the governing edicts which forbade their race from performing their law enforcement duties in any vessel bigger than a frigate. The crew kept their eyes firmly on their consoles as the six frigates sprinted out-system away from the silver globe. The squadron commander ranted away yet again about the futility of policing in frigates when the independent races operated heavy cruisers and dreadnoughts.

  The two now well hidden ancient males at the planetoid quietly powered down systems to avoid detection and went to sleep. If given enough time their intelligent systems could repair their bodily systems to a flight ready status, even if they would be relatively weak when they awoke. The son considered both the nature of their newer alliances, and with more concern, his father’s status as he drifted into a dreamless slumber.

  ***

  An ageless but secluded world, just outside the galactic core

  The lush foliage of alien orange and green plants surrounding the shaded clearing rustled as strange animals went about their business of life either silently, or in a series or clicks and calls. An orange sun gave soft warm light to the clearing, and an occasional zephyr of breeze further ruffled the verdant foliage. Paying no mind to her surroundings, the dominant life-form silently mused further over new intelligence reports, illegal in origin and content, for the galaxy that had come into her possession. A member of a race that was old when humanity was still in the trees, she patiently instructed one of her on-duty symbiotic males, who then quietly left the clearing for a discrete communications hut nearby.

  Knowing of the increase in unrest across the sector caused by the independent races, the ageless one considered wisely the recent decision further. Yes, the events had to unfold just so, and the dispatched message should ensure with increasing probability that this unfolding would occur as it was meant. The on-duty male discretely returned to the edge of the clearing and gave a compliant nod to await her further needs or instructions. The female raised a fore tentacle in request, and another male bowed low and approached with a drink.

  The Deltas Vass matriarch rewarded the male for the drink with a call of gratitude, and considered further the knowledge she had received. A feeling of satisfaction now spread through her massive fixed body. For she understood that one way or another the galaxy would be reborn, or even collapse into galactic war, possibly in her own life cycle. One of her other symbiotic males, off-duty and resting against one of her fore-roots, raised his frilled head and trilled a note of happiness as he detected her emotions on the wind. The ageless one absently stroked the frill of the male with a tentacle and trilled back.

  ‘Soon enough beloved mates, soon enough, there will be a reckoning and the heretics shall be no more.’

  ***

  For untold thousands of years, the galaxy has been ruled by four powerful alien races living around the star rich galactic core. Peace between the core alien super races is governed by ancient accords and edicts to ensure galactic peace. Each of these overlord galactic races in turn has several vassal or arm races to control their interests and do their bidding.

  The Carinae sector takes its name from the massive Carinae star cluster that is approximately 7,500 light years from the solar system towards the centre of the galaxy. The densely packed stellar regions between the galactic centre and the star cluster include the ancient home worlds of the most powerful galactic races in the sector. The galactic race that control the Carinae quadrant are the Zronte Hegemony, an ancient, war-like and cruel reptilian-like species that ascended to supremacy three million years ago. Over many hundreds of thousands of years, the Zronte have both battled other races that would seek to overthrow their authority and mounted offensives on the forbidden machine races.

  The vassals of the Zronte in turn run their own agendas, both to survive against the other vassal races, and to seek cautious favor with the god-like overlords themselves. The Zronte themselves are reclusive and unpredictable in their actions with even their vassals races that they have delegated authority for research, law enforcement and trade.

  Other races inhabit the Carinae sector that are both very independent and deadly, these races seek to avoid the attentions of the Zronte and their vassal races, and meddle in galactic affairs to their advantage. The various original home-worlds of alien races, including the independent races, are considered as holy ground under general galactic law controlling both the preservation and quarantine of biological life.

  However the independent races and the forbidden races are not subject to ongoing Zronte control. Recently these races have had too much freedom to explore and influence newly discovered worlds in the more remote regions of the Carinae sector…..

  Excerpt from the introduction to

  Galactic Affairs in the Carinae Sector

  Introduction for Humans, edition 9

  Barus Research Institute

  ***

  For thousands of years the small black robotic probe ship had orbited a remote inter-stellar world. The world, five times the mass of Earth, had been ejected a billion years earlier from the star system that it had formed around. The rocky ice world was covered in frozen layers of ice and carbon dioxide, and trailed by a string of large moons across interstellar space. The long dormant communications array on the ship suddenly activated and fixed on inter-stellar space, even as the ship’s engines also came online. The black probe ship moved a safe distance from the ice world, as dozens of similar but much larger vessels suddenly appeared in orbit, emerging from hyper-space in flashes of light.

  The new arrivals rapidly moved in and formed a loose sphere around the dimly lit planet. The space between the ships shimmered, and an opaque globe appeared and quickly encompassed the ice world. The opaque globe shimmered brightly, and engulfed the ice-world in curtains of light. The energy globe then briefly flashed incandescent before instantly disappearing with the planet.

  The legion of larger ships next moved at high velocity towards the nearby moons and a series of smaller energy globes quickly formed around the ice world’s moons, before they too vanished. The robotic ships, large and small, converged at a point and promptly began docking with one another. They quickly formed a spindly super ship that spun lazily on its axis, before it finally also disappeared in a large flash of incandescent light.

  ***

  For hundreds of years the cloaked survey probe had roamed the outskirts of the Oort cloud outside the Sol system, home of man. Many years previously the probe had sidled past the Voyager 1 probe and made a detailed scan without any possibility of detection by the primitive human explorer craft. The cloak on the probe shimmered momentarily as a tight coded transmission was received via a smaller message probe from a larger crewed ship that had recently arrived at a nearby star system.

  The larger ship, crewed by three meter tall fur covered aliens known as Barus, remained cloaked even as their own scans told the crew they were alone in space. The Barus were on yet another research mission, and either diligently manned their science consoles, or strode purposely about on their ship as they went about their assigned duties. The survey probe’s engines briefly fired, and it moved further in-system to
scout the inner worlds of the Sol star system.

  ***

  Chapter 1

  Early 2040 AD

  The cloaked research destroyer ghosted along in the outer reaches of the solar system. The tall female Barus commander silently considered the additional data from several small probes further inside the solar system. One of the junior male research associates spoke to her softly as she continued to read the detailed reports on the data tablet.

  ‘Commander Gindane, several hundred years had elapsed since the third planet in this system had been last assessed by researchers from the Barus Research Institute of Galactic Affairs. The planet had been previously flagged as both a haven world and a home of a primitive race, and had therefore been flagged as inviolate to even research teams until the radio signals had been detected.’

  Gindane listened politely to information she already had researched earlier. She also knew that if the radio signals had not been detected, then the research ship would have been with the rest of the research fleet many light years away researching the former Dradfer colonies. The research probes had been monitored the growing radio traffic from the human planet for over one hundred years. The probes possessed sophisticated signal processing and linguistics programs, and had already made initial assessments of human languages.

  The energy signatures from the planet had also been recorded and this information permitted an initial assessment of the human race’s technical abilities. The probes had later moved inside the asteroid belt to make an up to date study of the planet’s ecological status. Gindane grimaced and by habit, rubbed the plain brown fur on her arms, as she made her own formal observations to the now silent research assistant.