Chapter 1

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Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Early in the Swarm Cycle, U.S. intelligence starts working with the Confederacy. An exceptionally capable, but self-questioning, expert builds the strategic intelligence function, and also his household and clan, fixing up some past relationships with very smart and sexy female colleagues. This is a story for people that like detailed military things along with their sex, and want backstory.

Denise Stein, tall and striking, obviously once an athlete, talked to a team in a secure conference room at the Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA). The team was made up U.S. intelligence and military people who were developing strategy and techniques for neutralizing deeply buried command posts, weapons of mass destruction, and storage tunnels.

Even though her face did show lines of stress and pain, one could sense that her miniskirt and heels were not just merchandising her long legs, but part of her emotional strength and defiance of adversity. She clearly delighted in an unusual brown-blonde, in a conspicuous Farah Fawcett style, but clearly it was big hair covering a big brain. She explained,"Once the intelligent fuze recognizes that the deep-penetrating bomb is in the cavern, it ignites the warhead. To defeat WMD, heat is even more important than blast, so the weapon that actually hits it will have a thermobaric rather than traditional high explosive warhead if it's targeted on the WMD proper, rather than breaking the shelter structure. When the target is deeply buried, we may need to attack it with GBU-57 Massive Ordnance Penetrators, possibly even using one or more MOPs to open a hole to the WMD. That's one of the reasons we load pairs of GBU-57s, to have different warheads..."

Terry Wagner, National Intelligence Officer for Measurement and Signature Intelligence (MASINT) and the convener of the working group, listened carefully to Denise's presentation. To himself, he mused that he managed to consider her a creative expert, a protégé, and a damned sexy woman. She was sufficiently in his chain of command that she was physically off limits, but that didn't mean he couldn't look. Sometimes, she seemed very knowing of his interest, and her eyes twinkled into his penetrating blue ones. Terry had known her for a long time, before health problems limited her athletics and field operation. Occasionally, though, they'd meet in the gym when either wanted a challenging workout. He wasn't the athlete she had been, but he was well conditioned if older, with well-trimmed hair and beard, red but dashed with white.

"BRAACK BRAACK BRAACK BRAACK. FLASH TRAFFIC. BRAACK BRAACK BRAACK BRAACK." A secure telephone call for Terry, the convener of Denise's meeting, interrupted his working group. Meeting at his Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA) offices,

The incoming caller ID showed the call was coming directly from the U.S. Director of National Intelligence, Admiral Virginia Kent. He picked up the phone, to hear her familiar voice saying "Terry, I need you in my office right now. General MacNeil is with me. By the time you get to the front door, your helicopter should be at the DIA pad."

Terry paused only to tell Denise to take over. This wasn't simply a question of being summoned by the nominal superior of his boss, DIA Director MacNeil, but by the top U.S. intelligence official. He had the highest respect for both of them. As he left his office, he broke into a run, and, as he reached the helipad, sprinted for the cabin of the VH-60 as soon as its crew chief signaled it was safe to do so. Terry couldn't resist a grin, as he looked down as he flew over the Washington DC traffic jam, on the short flight but long drive between DIA Headquarters at Bolling Air Force Base in Anacostia, and the ODNI offices in an undistinguished office part in suburban Virginia.

A golf cart met the helicopter and whisked him into the ODNI building, where he was rushed, up the private elevator, to Admiral Kent's office. He gave a genuine smile as he saw the Admiral, who had long been a mentor. Like one of her role models, Admiral Grace Hopper, she looked like Whistler's Mother in a flag officer uniform. Mrs. Whistler, however, did not have the eyes of a controlled killer--although eyes that showed genuine warmth for Terry. While her mood was serious, Terry noticed that she seemed to glow with health.

"Terry, come sit down with Mac and myself". One person was already seated, whom others might dismiss as a man in a dress. Terry, however, recognized it was merely the kilted Lieutenant General Wallace MacNeil, US Army, who exploited, to the hilt, the tradition of eccentric intelligence officer. MacNeil had served under Chief of Staff of the Army Eric Shinseki, who convulsed meetings when Shinskei did his parody of Toshiro Mfune playing a samurai grunting as he conducted feudal meetings. MacNeil drew on his heritage for a Scottish brogue, which proved most incomprehensible to his British colleagues. He had also invoked the threat of antidiscrimination charges when he began to wear his kilt rather than a business suit.

While she had been very serious, she grinned a bit, while looking at MacNeil. "Terry, do you know why I never gave Mac here a hard time over his kilt?" When in private, the three were on a first-name basis.

"Ginny, I'm not sure I want to touch that. Actually, I may want to retract that particular comment--too many entendres." Terry was not intimidated by rank, which actually made him very valuable to top leaders. His government rank, in the Senior Intelligence Service, entitled him to the status of a two- or a three-star officer, but in a staff/technical role."

"Mac told me that the kilt forced people to think outside the box. Both of us revere Grace Hopper, who, as you know, was the mother of creativity. I still cherish the analog clocks in her office, all of which ran counterclockwise.

She smirked at Mac. "He does get nervous if I suggest that I should do a Heinlein check on his kilt, and find out if there's a Lazarus Long combat knife and a gun under it. Still, I suppose I don't want to know if that isn't a pistol in his pocket and he is glad to see me."

After her assistant served coffee and left, they looked at Terry and asked, "You read science fiction, I assume?"

"Of course. Is that why you called me with such urgency? Did the aliens land?

She looked at him in some shock. "I know your sources are good, but how did you find out?"

Terry's eyes grew wide. "I was joking, but I gather you aren't."

"No, I'm afraid not. We are, indeed, dealing with aliens -- both hostile and at least somewhat friendly. Let me give you the basics, and then we can discuss it.

"About two months ago, several senior military people, of different countries, were given information on how to locate and access what I'll call message drones. They contained enough new technology to be utterly convincing that they didn't come from Earth, and gave methods of contacting representatives of what was called the Confederacy.

"We learned that the Confederacy contains multiple biological species, but seems to be run by artificial intelligences. Apparently, all but one -- and that one marginally so -- of the races are xenophobic and could not talk directly with Earth. Perhaps even more to the point, the AIs said that the members, even in the face of a threat of extinction, were psychologically unable to fight. The AIs said they sought Earth to do the actual fighting with the threat, which is called the Sa'arm.

"No, they aren't offering full citizenship. They seem to want mercenaries, paid with some technology.

"Think of the Sa'arm as like a horde of army ants -- incredibly destructive, but with no way to speak to them. They don't appear to regard us as anything other than prey. While they don't communicate, they do have starships and some other high technology, although less advanced than the Confederacy tech.

"The AIs warned us that by our standards, other Confederacy races were extremely xenophobic. Only one species, the Darjee, could talk face-to-face, and only there with stress."

"Ginny, do the Darjee run the Confederacy?"

"Not as far as I can tell. They are more speakers for the AIs. It wasn't clear if they generically feared other races, or if that was specific to us -- a fighting species. I think it's more the latter. We aren't sure. They may have complementary rather than command roles. Maybe the Darjee represent the biological intelligences to the AIs. We really don't know."

"The AIs certainly go back tens of thousands of years. They took on the running of the society, and appear to have either helped the races breed out their own aggression, or done that for them."

"Apparently, the Confederacy is cooperative, so much so that the member species all are pacifists. While they recognize that an unchecked Sa'arm invasion will kill them all, they can't bring themselves to fight.

"The AIs showed some ugly pictures from planets they overrun, videos that suddenly ended. These showed destruction both completed and, even worse, in progress. Unfortunately, while the pictures were horrible, they also failed to give information on Sa'arm tactics.

"The AIs recognized Earth as quite competent in combat, but they also think of us as near-savage, and a potential danger to the Confederacy. If we will fight the Swarm, though, they will make advanced technologies, including faster-than-light drive, gravity modification, and matter replicators available to us."

Mac added, "Ginny has always been in intelligence. I used to drive tanks, and I definitely don't think the AIs have much knowledge of battle. It worries me that they might try to micromanage.

"Agreed that they see us essentially as mercenaries, mercenaries of whom they are afraid. The early discussions seem to suggest that they want us to go into space against the Sa'arm, but it's a lot less clear how they would contribute to our defense here."

"Even more," Ginny frowned, "they want to change our society. Their goals seem to be to use us as their mercenaries, and follow their priorities. They seem to suggesting that Earth is on the threat axis, and eventually, the whole population, with whatever military support we can give, will have to fight those hordes.

Terry looked hard at the Admiral. "Ginny, do you think this threat is credible? Do we have a choice here?"

Her face showed great strain. "I wish I knew. If it's real, we need their technology, as with faster than light drives, material replicators, and other non-weapon areas. On the other hand, we're depending on artificial intelligences, who are not military experts, for threat assessment. That doesn't let us really know how tough the Sa'arm may be, and how badly the Confederacy needs us."

"Their priorities aren't just the protection of Earth. Breeding fighters is as high a priority for them as actual fighting. As a woman, I'm rather appalled by the way they seem to regard women as wombs first. Initially, they proposed that only people of a suitable set of scores could leave Earth, but they were also adamant about maximizing our breeding.

"This wasn't just taking our best as mercenaries, but taking some as breeders. In the discussions, they reluctantly allowed a model where the space-going people, of "higher quality", could have sponsored concubines -- essentially sexual slaves -- who would breed, and support the fighters.

"First, they propose to institute widespread Capability, Aptitude, and Potential (CAP) testing. They'd only take people with a high grade into space, and leave the rest of our population to fend for itself. CAP appears to favor men, and probably favor people who are more front-line fighters. I don't think they understand us well enough to do really accurate testing."

Terry snorted. "I agree. They sound as if they want to hire mercenaries. Dogs and soldiers, keep off the grass."

"Let me expand on my reaction to take only the people that were high grade. As you know, I avoid profanity. At first, I said, no fucking way. I pointed out that the concept of human rights, in most advanced countries, would not accept relegating women to inferior roles.

"They offered a compromise: lower-grade people could come if sponsored by someone with a 6.5 or better CAP. Such people would be concubines -- breeders or supporters of the Sponsors. In principle, concubines can be retested and possibly become Sponsors. We have several people looking at CAP improvement, but that's not to say we really understand how it's calculated or can be raised. Brian Quincy is the lead person on that, but I want you to give him your ideas both on the accuracy of CAP, and on raising it. If and when you have concubines, please try to raise scores.

"It's still a mess. Even among the few people who know about this, there's a misperception that no infertile woman, regardless of CAP, can go to the stars. Terry, I may also want you to get some social scientists thinking of how this could work. In addition to your talking with them about CAP, I'm going to ask you to set up a couple more teams, to support US and maybe a few trusted nations' decision-making. One team will organize what we know about the Sa'arm, and plan for strategic intelligence collection against them. I expect you'll eventually take an expanded version of that into space.

"What about analysts and estimators? I figure I can borrow people for now. Will the analytical team also go off-planet? Even there, can I draw on Earth resources?"

"Terry, certainly you need analysts and collectors. My thought is since the early collection will principally be technical, with some special recon, you already have Companions who are the unusual sort who can do both. Let me get back to the other team."


She looked at him and smiled. "I do remember the Companions of Alexander the Great. In the classified circles in which we work, we tend to tolerate more intimacy than in the general military, if that meant that bedmates would be cleared for the most sensitive of materials.

"Oh, I'm an old woman, but I'm not dense. I hope you don't think the security people don't know you are literally in bed with some of your Companions. I told them not to worry about it -- those people are loyal both to you and to our system. I also know that you go outside cleared circles, but I okayed that because you seem to have an uncanny sense of people who can be trusted.

"Getting to your assignment, it will more or less political, looking at the AI relationships to the Earth part of Confederacy forces, as well as Earth organizations that might not cooperate. Be aware there's a Director of Intelligence, but you won't conflict. I'll get back to his role.

"You will do this under U.S. intelligence auspices, while the Central Command of the Confederacy, with its own staff structure, is being formed. For the next six months or so, you'll be doing background work before even training operations begin.

"Team 1 is going to need analysts, not just traditional military but scientific, to let us understand the Sa'arm themselves. It's also going to need collection systems people, not just collection tasking, but sensor design. We expect to start getting Darjee ships in a few months and we'll have to put sensors and weapons aboard.

"Team 2 is going to be more political intelligence, but with some social scientists to understand, as best we can, how the AIs and biological confederacy thinks. I'm going to ask for your initial people thoughts about both teams, but let me get through more background."

"That background also will look at interactions with other factions on Earth -- national governments of those in the Confederacy forces, nations that are being excluded, and possibly other elements we don't yet recognize."

"Who is excluded?"

"Before I go further into the threat, I need to give you some context. The AIs initially hesitated to make contact with intelligence agencies or politicians, concluding, from their monitoring, that military leadership was most competent and honorable to hold the information. You know that the heads of DHS intelligence, the CIA and FBI, and the British SIS retired recently. The AIs distrusted the more civilian and political intelligence agencies. They prefer the organizations with military leadership, and purely analytic organizations like INR and Canadian CSIS, although they thought well of the British Security Service. I was among the first Americans to whom they revealed the situation; Sir Samuel Cassell of the Security Service may have been the first Briton.

"Military personnel then briefed heads of government. Some were uncomfortable with the structure having aspects of a military coup, but, in many cases, senior military personnel were quite happy with their civilian leaders and were quite willing to defer to them for policy dealing with Earth. The distaste they had for the more politicized intelligence organizations also extended, according to the AIs, to what they considered nations who couldn't cooperate well. At the top of the list were Israel, the Arab nations of the Middle East, and Iran. They did accept Turkey.

"Our command necessarily has to be multinational, but we aren't going to use poor talent to be politically correct. Most senior people come from the NATO countries, Australia, New Zealand, the more advanced Association of Southeast Asian Nations countries, and Japan. Other countries, such as Russia, China, Israel, Iran, and most of the Arab world are too turbulent to join the main force.

"They are willing to take individuals, though, from any of these countries. There are several people, such as a retired Russian officer, Mikhail Kutuzov, who are advisers and will probably go into a long-term policy board. Since Russian military industry is so autonomous these days, you can use them as a resource, although I prefer that we bring people over here."

Terry interrupted. "I'm confused. Who are we? More specifically, who's in charge for the Earth side, and who negotiates with the AIs?"

"Good question without a simple answer. It's very ad hoc. I don't quite want to say we have a military government, but military people are in most of the key roles. There really isn't much of a staff. Leaders are using people from their home organizations, or occasionally tasking other groups in Earth governments.

"The group decided on one of its members, Jason Tucker, late of the Royal Navy, to be Director of Naval Operations. He is not the overall commander; that function, called the Imperator of the Directorate, at present, is held by AIs.

"While his title was Admiral of the Fleet, he deliberately was given the American and Japanese title, Fleet Admiral. His position is one of several top ones that report to an AI; the others deal with emigration, manufacturing, intelligence and other major support areas. Initially, those military and civilian direct reports will form a combined staff.

"Do you know Admiral Tucker?

"More by reputation, Ginny. He put together a seemingly impossible British power projection operation against a specific territory. I'm not sure, however, that I think of him as a global strategist.

"Frankly, his possible lack of a broad view worries me. On the other hand, it seemed inadvisable to have an American. Once the objective is set, he could be relentless, but I'm not sure how imaginative he is. His initial approach is to send attacks against the flanks of the Sa'arm, and look for opportunities. I'm not sure he's the best person for leading a very diverse operation, or indeed building a complex coalition staff and forces.

"His isn't the only approach. Others, especially Hiro Tanaka, the DNO's J-3, want to fight a conscious battle of attrition and fight a great, Mahanian-style fleet engagement at Earthat. I worry that that would allow for no mistakes."

"Terry, I don't have the time to develop detailed relationships with the AIs. It's not even a given, yet, that we are fully allied with them. For now, I'm going to ask you to be my proxy to the AIs, and to the intelligence function in the Earth command."

"Admiral, isn't there a problem, in that I'm not an operational commander but an intelligence specialist?"

"Maybe. Remember, I said my proxy, not the proxy for Earth or even the US. After all, I'm intelligence -- but the AIs seem to want me in a broader role, to be defined. We are still negotiating, and that's got me tied up. Apparently, they will negotiate."

"So, I have to delegate some of my usual intelligence role, and that's where you are a proxy -- and aren't strictly drawing a line between intelligence and operations. I trust you because you've excelled both in broad thinking, in every task force where I've seen you, and in your own exotic specialty, Measurement and Signature Intelligence (MASINT).

She continued, "Terry, another reason that I want you is that you have collected a really good group of people, with whom you don't need much structure to succeed. I fancy myself as a good commander, which also means that I don't try to fix what isn't broken.

"Go get the work done, while I do the politics. Between us, maybe we can save the galaxy."

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