The carrier Eagle circled the planet New Singapore. Around the system, the ships of the Royal Alderian navy watched and waited for the enemy to appear. Her escort of five destroyers and the cruiser Ajax guarded her like a sheepdog guarding her flock. Ten million miles away the dreadnought Bellerophon and the battle cruisers Inflexible and Black Prince traveled together under a small screening force of ten destroyers. Down on the surface of the planet, shuttles and transports continued to lift off from the planet's surface. Smaller jump capacity ships have quickly jumped to hyperspace and headed for the nearest friendly system. While the larger passenger liners continue to load up refugees the smaller ships abandoned the planet. Small children and the woman were given hibernize to induce hibernation sleep. Then they were stacked like cordwood throughout the ship and stasis fields were turned on. The ten liners, the fifteen cargo ships, the repair ship Collins and the six destroyer escorts gathered their flock together along with the two hundred year old battleship Valiant and start heading for the hyper limit. Behind them, the remaining liners and freighters gather as the cargo shuttles made their final delivery of human escapees.
Aboard the carrier, a small celebration was taking place in one of the many lounges throughout the huge ship. Eight pilots sat around the table and watched the poker game going on. The celebration was for the engagement party of the CAG to one of the other squadron leaders.
Commander Kyla Hall looked around the table at her squadron mates, glancing at her hole cards and seeing the nine and four of diamonds. With the two and six of diamonds and the nine, and jack of spades up in front of her she looked at the pot with the five thousand in it and then up at Lieutenant Timothy Miller.
Tossing another three hundred in the pot as Lieutenant Galled dealt the next card down to each player.
Sliding the card to her, Kyla lifted it and saw the King of Diamonds giving her a flush.
Lieutenant Miller looked at his new card and saw the five of diamonds, settling for two pair he looked over at his CAG and thought for a minute about his hand. Possible flush or pair, looking into her eyes he gets no hint of what she could have. Reaching down he picks up a stack of a thousand dollars and tossed it into the pot.
"I bet a thousand," Timothy said.
Kyla looked at Timothy and then at his brow, 'was that a tick?' she thought.
"Well, Icepick, I don't think you have that four of a kind, so I am going to call you."
Reaching down she slides another thousand into the pile, "and I will raise you another five hundred."
Timothy tossed his cards into the pile. "I'm out. Damn it Widow, how did you know?"
"I'm the CAG it's my job to know my pilots, and with those words I must bid you all good night."
Standing up she drained her scotch and set the glass down.
"Sara, can you count me out? I am going to go spend the rest of my engagement party with my loving fiancée."
"Like that's going to be hard, only one who has any money left is Icepick and Goalie," She said as she pulled a mahogany box onto the table, she looked at the money in each pilots pile and continued, "Ice has fifteen hundred left and Goalie has six." Pulling the money out, she removed the twenty-one hundred dollars and handed the rest to Kyla. "Here you go Ma'am and we will see you in the morning."
Taking the money, she pulled a hundred out and tossed it on the table.
"Get some drinks on me guys; I will see you at O-Nine hundred hours. We will be running a training mission in the asteroid belt."
Slipping the money into her jacket, she grabbed a bottle of Alderian Champagne and walked out of the room. Turning right she went down the hall and passed flight Ops. Stopping she turned and walked into the room. She looked out onto the landing deck of the carrier and saw several repair techs working on the fighters and bombers. Seeing the gold suit on the body sticking out of her fighter, she knew it was Sergeant Jim Yang her chief mechanic working on her bird. She looked at the names on the wall and pressed the intercom on the wall next to the sergeant's name.
Jim wrestled the circuit board out, and tossed it on the hatch and onto the deck.
"Ok Sammie, hand me that new board."
Corporal Sammie Rogers reached into the box and pulled out a new board. Then she passed the new board into the small maintenance hatch after running the scanner over the board.
"Hear you go Sarge. I've run the diagnostic on it, the boards good."
Jim reaches out and he felt the board slap into his hand.
Jim forced the board into the slot and then felt his suit buzzer going off just as it locked in place.
"Damn it! Who's paging me?"
Corporal Rogers looked over at the flight Ops window and saw the CAG standing there.
"It's the CAG sir."
"Ok, clear me a space I am coming out," Jim said as he started wiggling out of the belly of the fighter.
Sammie stepped back as Jim slid out on the gravity board and looked over at the flight Ops window. Waving to her, he stood up and walked over to the airlock. Walking through the energy field protecting the rest of the ship from depressurization, he deactivated his suit. He looked at the bottle of Champagne, and then at Commander Hall. His eyebrow went up.
"Evening, Ma'am, what can I do for you?" he asked as he took a breath of fresh air.
"Hi, Jim, did you find the problem?" Kala asked.
"Yes, Ma'am. The circuit board was bad, everything else checked out. You should not have that ghost image on radar anymore. We also tracked down that harmonic in the left stabilizer engine; it was the chip in the fuel inducer for the motor control. I have replaced it, as well."
"Thank God, Chief, I swear that harmonic made my teeth hurt, but no one could find it. Before I forget, did your family get off?"
"Yes Ma'am, they are on the liner Queen Victoria and are heading for Alderia in the convoy. The only one staying is my father, and he cannot go, his unit was called up. However, my five sisters and three brothers along with my wife and child are on her, and in seven hours they will be safely on their way."
"Good. Well I am going to go get some sleep," Kyla said.
Kyla started to turn away and her eyes were drawn back out into the bay and at her fighter. It was, as if the fighter was calling to her to warn her. She felt a shiver go down her back, like the time she was jumped by five Gormarian fighters out in the Vesper system. The warning told her to turn and fire. When she did, she caught two of the enemy fighters as they came around an asteroid.
"Ok, Ma'am. Good night."
Jim activated his helmet and started to go out when he saw Commander Hall staring out at the fighters, and seemed lost in thought.
"Ma'am is something wrong?"
"I don't know Sarge, but ... I just got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach and a shiver down my back."
Stepping up the armored glass that was protected by the shield, she looked out the main launch bay into space.
"Sarge, I want all flights loaded with war shot in the morning. I mean every bird. I know only my squadron and Sparrows are due to go out on the training mission, but I just got a bad feeling about this."
"You're the CAG Ma'am, if that's what you want that's what you get," replied Jim.
As she started to turn away, she stopped.
"Sarge, this is for you," Kyla said as she handed him the bottle of Champagne.
"Enjoy it when your off duty, I know you couldn't come to the engagement party."
"Thanks, Ma'am, I will send it over to the Queen Victoria, there is a shuttle leaving in twenty minutes to take the mail over. We will drink it when we get home, a celebration that we survived."
"Sounds good ... Well, good night," Kayla said as she turned and walked out the door as Jim started boxing the bottle of champagne and placed it in the mail sack.
Walking down the hallway, she came to her quarters, and looked at the nametag and read it. 'Commander Kyla Hall, CAG officer of the H.M.S. Eagle, soon to be Commander Kyla Railman, '
"God I like the sound of that: Commander Kyla Railman"
She felt a shiver run through her body. Placing her hand against the door scanner, it opened, and she walked into her office. Looking at the desk and its stacks of paperwork, she ignored them. She walked passed it, and into her quarters.
Going down the short hallway, she stepped into her bedroom. She saw Talon asleep on her bed. Stripping off her clothes, she looked at herself in the mirror. She admired her thirty-five year old body that looked as though she was nineteen. Taking the money out of her jacket, she looked at it for a second and then stuffed it inside her flight suit where she kept her digital photo card.
Kyla stretched her long legs, sat on the edge of the bed and lay down. She rolled over onto her side, and looked at her fiancée. His broad chest slowly rose and fell as he slept. Sliding her fingers over his smooth chest, and down his body she started stroking his penis as he slept. When he was hard, she lifted her leg over his body and slowly sank down onto him. As she settled her weight on his groin, she watched his face as she slowly slid up and down on him. A few minutes later his eyes opened, and she leaned down and kissed him.
"Good evening, lover. God that feels so good," Kyla said.
She continues to ride him, feeling the small orgasms come to her sensitive parts of her body. Leaning over him, her long red hair cascades around his face, and she started kissing him as she rode him faster.
Talon slid his hands over Kyla's back and along the side to cup her breasts, as she rode him. He started pinching her nipples to causing more intense orgasms in her.
Kyla felt her vagina clamp tightly as her orgasm continued to build. She was literally panting over him. The sweat dripped off her to mix with his musty smell.
"Oh! Don't stop Talon. I'm so close."
Talon slid one of his hands down the front of her body and pinched her clit, and Kyla screamed as her orgasm hit her and Talon gripped her ass and pounded up into her body.
"Going to cum lover, going to make our baby in you now, and send you to the altar, pregnant."
Talon pulled her down and they roll over. He started pounding into her as she slid her legs up his body to his waist.
Kyla wrapped her legs around his waist setting her feet on his thighs.
"Fuck me, my lover! Come in me until I am pregnant. Send me to the altar as a pregnant woman," Kyla said in a husky voice.
She felt another orgasm building and she looked in to his brown eyes with her green.
"Oh God, I'm cumming!" he said.
Talon went stiff as he felt his balls erupt with his spend and started filling her up. Leaning down, he kissed her. Rolling to his side, he slipped out of her as he tried to get his breathing under control.
Kyla rolled into Talon's arms and cuddled with him wiggling her body until her head sat on his shoulder with her hair draped on the pillow. "You know, Talon, I love you very much."
"I love you to very much, too. How was your party?"
Kyla leaned up and kissed him.
"The party was great, and the poker game was even better, I finally beat Icepick's bluff, and took the pot for six grand."
Surprised he looked at her. "Good job, how did you do it?"
Kyla giggled and she hated it when she does for she sounded like a schoolchild.
"I think it was the pot, he was nervous on it, and he twitched just a little. I don't even think he realized he did it."
"So how much you win?"
Kyla cuddled back down into Talon's arms as she answered him.
"About seventeen thousand ... which should give us a nice down payment on a house on Alderia," she replied.
Talon yawned and cuddled Kyla into his body.
"Yes, it should."
Getting no response, he looked into her face and saw she was already sound asleep. Kissing her forehead, he whispered, "I love you."
Laying his head back, he closed his eyes.
Rear Admiral Mark Thomas sat in his command chair on board the battle cruiser Goeben. Around his ship the twelve ships in the squadron were ready to hyper out, to attack New Singapore.
Turning in his chair, Mark said, "Lieutenant Grays, raise the squadron for me."
Lieutenant Sandra Grays activated the squadron net, and replied, "Sir, all ships on com."
"This is Admiral Thomas. The word is given, the codename is Swift Vengeance. The mission is a go. All ships hyper out and attack New Singapore. Concentrate on the heavier ships."
On the screen, the lighter ships of the fleet hypered out, and then the stars blurred and the Goeben headed to her rendezvous with destiny. Two hours later, the ships dropped out of hyper, and the fleet started attacking the Alderian ships. Off the Goeben's bow, a battle cruiser sat under heavy attack from twenty destroyers.
Mark looked at the screen and saw the ten battle cruisers of the ninth battle group closing with the lone dreadnaught. As they closed, the two battle cruisers with her turned and opened fire. The ship lurched as several destroyers opened fire on the Goeben.
"Engage those destroyers. What's the Alderian assets?"
Lieutenant Storwell leaned into his sensors and started identifying the ships.
"Sir, enemy shipping is as follows: one dreadnaught, two battle cruisers', four cruisers, thirty destroyers, not including transports and freighters."
Suddenly a large ship came around the planet and he said, "I got a carrier, cruiser and five more destroyers coming around the planet."
Mark looked up at the report and shouts. "Damn it, they said she was gone. General order to all ships, head for the carrier it should take about thirty minutes to arm their fighters and bombers."
The battle cruiser lurched as laser fire ripped into her port side, knocking out one of the shield generators. Ensign Edna Rogers went through her damage control boards.
"Sir, light damage to gun turret three, shield generator nine is offline."
"Sir. Battle cruiser Stettin is out of commission and drifting."
"What how? On screen"
"An Alderian destroyer rammed her bridge, she's breaking in two," Lieutenant Jonas Storwell activated the main screen and it showed the fifteen million ton battle cruiser breaking in two. A destroyer drifted through the wreckage, her bow was crushed, but her bridge was literally blasted apart. As they watched, the bow snapped off the Stettin as her engines continued to push her stern forward. Escape capsules and shuttles blasted away from the wreckage.
Admiral Thomas stood up and looked out at the wreckage of the Stettin.
"Clear the area around the ship. All ships blow those destroyers away."
Lieutenant Sandra Grays activated the communications net, as she replied, "Sir, sending your orders now."
Kyla lay there sleeping next to her fiancée. Suddenly the alarm sounded and she rolled out of the bed. Grabbing some clean underwear, she slipped them on and grabbed her flight suit. Shoving her legs into the suit, she said, "Talon, I need some socks."
Talon slipped into his flight suit and reaches into the open drawer. Grabbing some socks, he threw them to Kyla.
Grabbing a pair for himself, he pulled them onto his feet, stuffed his feet into his flight boots, and sealed the seams on them. Grabbing his identification and his minicomputer, he shoved them into one of the pockets as he threw his gun belt around his waist and fastened it closed.
"See you on the deck."
Talon ran out the door and down the hall.
Kyla caught the socks Talon threw her and pulled them on. Slipping her feet in her boots, she sealed them and grabbed a shirt and her gun belt. Slipping the gun around the waist and with the sleeves of her flight suit down around her waist, she ran out the door. She bounced off the wall as she pulled on her shirt, flashing her breasts to anyone who saw them. Running down the hall, she followed Talon into flight ops.
"Make a hole for me," she yelled.
Running through the crowd to the combat board, her eyes quickly travel over the board and centered on the number that was flashing, showing fifty Gormarian ships. They were closing on the small Alderian fleet units. One of them was a Zeppelin class carrier.
"Ok! Listen up all flight crews. Concentrate on the heavy ships. When your weapons are depleted, you are to return to the Eagle to rearm. Remember the Eagle's going to be a priority target. Squadrons Sparrow, Hunter and Falcon will join with Widowmaker and go after the larger ships. Priority targets are the Zeppelin class carrier and the Torrent class dreadnaught. Echo, Rainmaker, Joker and Aces High will escort the transports and freighters to the hyper limit, those ships are carrying seven million people on them. We must get them out of here."
Kyla looked at the sixty-three fighter pilots, and continued.
"I am sure Commander Hatcher of the bomber wings will send her bombers after the heavy ships, too. So if you see any of them in danger, help them out. Our first target is the Zeppelin class carrier. If we destroy her, her fighters won't be able to rearm. All fighters are carrying class two nukes, and Cobra missiles. Use the cobras against the enemy fighters and nukes against the carrier and the dreadnaught,"
She stopped and looked at the pilots again, then shouted, "Man your fighters! Go, go, go!"
She watched the pilots activate their helmets and run through the airlock and out onto the hanger. Looking at Talon standing at the door, she walked over and kissed him. "I love you. Stay safe, Sparrow."
Talon smiled down at his lover. "You too, Widowmaker. Make them the widows, and not me."
Kyla looked at him and nodded.
"Let's get going."
Reaching up, she activated her helmet and stepped out onto the flight deck. Fhe went over to her Stingray fighter. She looked at the sleek fighter and at the four mark-two class nukes hanging from the hull. Up inside the fuselage, she knew, were sixteen Cobra anti-aircraft missiles. Walking over to the nukes she checked to see if the tags were pulled and the weapons were armed. Stepping up onto the wing she and climbed into the cockpit. Sitting down in the seat she started bring the ship on line.
"Alice, give me a read out."
'Good morning, Kyla. Engines are powering up. Oxygenic reactor online, lasers one through twelve online, missile bays armed. Four mark twos armed and ready. Thrusters are reading green. We are clear to taxi and lift off. The rest of the squadron is ready.'
"Thank you, Alice, patch me through to flight ops."
'Patching you through.'
"This is Widowmaker with seven chicks ready for liftoff."
"Roger, Widowmaker you're clear for lift off, target is the Zeppelin carrier on a heading of 359 sector sixty-four. She is launching fighters and bombers."
"Roger, Eagle control. Widowmaker, out."
Flipping the com unit to the fighter frequency, she notified the fighters behind her.
"Widowmaker to all chicks. Go to full power, and engage the enemy carrier."
Shoving the throttle forward, the fifty thousand ton fighter glides down the launch tunnel and bursts into space. Behind her, sixty-three other fighters come boiling out of the launch tubes. They quickly form up and she watched thirty-two fighters turn and head for the transports and freighters.
Sparrow squadron formed up on her right flank, while Falcon and Hunter were on her left flank. Activating her com again, she contacts Falcon and Sparrow squadrons. "Talon, Richard, take out the enemy fighters as they close. Hunter and Widowmakers, we attack the carrier." A series of 'Rogers' come back to her, she activated full power, and her fighter jumps to maximum speed, flying past a pair of Gormarian heavy cruisers, she saw them firing on some Alderian destroyers. One of the destroyers bow was caving in under the pair of cruisers heavy weapons. "Alice, target the lead cruiser and give him a nuke."