Disgraced
Copyright© 2025 by Ogreface
Chapter 8: Kuiper System
They were halfway between two jump gates in the mostly empty system, on their way to the Kuiper System jump gate when the major called a leadership meeting. The Windvane was coasting above the ecliptic of the system, to avoid any chance encounters with asteroids, of which there were more than the usual amount.
The scientific theory for the number and size of asteroids in empty systems was that there were sufficient loose material to form a planetary bodies, but it just never happened. The system had a regular G-type star and an extended asteroid belt but no planets. The largest known asteroid in the system was only a thousand kilometers in diameter, but there were dozens close to that size.
“Settle down,” the major said as he and the two lieutenants entered the conference pod. Each of the marine rings had six pods, but each platoon only needed four pods for accommodation. The fifth pod was used as accommodation for the lieutenant and sergeants, with the major having a small cabin in one of the command pods. The sixth pod was the marine mess hall, where the entire platoon could have their meals together.
For this meeting, Second Platoon was called over to the First Platoon mess hall. Dane and Brad arrived before the officers arrived. When they noticed that the other two corporals of Second Platoon were sitting and chatting with the four corporals of First Platoon, they waved Brad over to go sit with them, but he declined, preferring to sit with Dane.
“We finally received enough data to tell you where we are going and why,” the major said. Just then the captain of the Windvane, Lieutenant Commander Brogan, arrived and sat down next to the major.
“Don’t mind me, I’m just listening,” the captain said. “I need to know if your people are planning to break my boat.” His comments resulted in some polite laughter before the major continued.
“We are currently in a system with no planets and two jump gates, headed for the Kuiper jump gate,” the major said as he glanced at the captain for confirmation, and got ignored. “The Kuiper system is a newly colonized system. While the jump gate to the Kuiper system has been in place and active for over a century, the Imperial Exploration Commission decided two years ago to start populating the primary planet.”
“The primary planet is still called by the same name as the system, and the ruler, Viscount Windermere, has been appointed to get the planet and the system productive enough to support itself as soon as possible. Making the system self-supporting would not take long since the planet is rich in minerals. The main problem the viscount is facing is, while the planet has an atmosphere, it is not breathable yet.”
“Does that mean we will be working in our space suits, major?” one of the First Platoon sergeants asked. Dane was a bit surprised at the question, but he was even more surprised at the major’s nonverbal response. The major usually didn’t mind being interrupted for questions, but now he looked irritated as the question.
“You are assuming things, Terrance,” the major replied. “We have not been tasked to do anything on the planet. We have been summoned because there has been a lot of unusual activity in the system. The viscount is worried about pirates.”
“Are the pirates already in the system or are they coming through the jump gate?” the other First Platoon sergeant asked.
“They don’t know yet,” the major said.
“There is a frigate on gate duty, the Slipstone, but the skipper only reported a larger than average number of freighters making use of the gate,” the captain finally spoke up. “We mostly guess that at least a quarter of all independent freighters are involved in pirate activities, at least on the side. This larger number of freighters could also be a result of the opening of the system. With freighters coming and going all the time, and with a transit time of three weeks, it is impossible to determine if the numbers entering and exiting matches.” Then he looked back at the major, indicating he was done.
“Piracy activities are classified as the theft of cargo or humans in space,” the major said. “Pirates are not above capturing people as slaves. So far there were two reports of suspected piracy activity, in the form of a freighter taking on cargo at the new and still under construction Kuiper space station, only to then disappear. That seems to be a case where the whole ship got stolen. One of those cases was where the ship departed like normal, and then the real crew were discovered to have been drugged and locked up on the station.”
“Our task?” Sergeant Rodman asked.
“I guess we will sniff around, look for unusual activity and act on it,” the major said.
“So, we can expect any boarding actions against random freighters?” One of the First Platoon sergeants asked. “Those can be tricky.”
“They should have sent some rangers out here if they don’t know the extent of the issue?” One of the First Platoon officers muttered. “They have the proper equipment for hostile ship boarding actions.”
“Actually, the only ranger equipment usable for boarding actions are jetpacks, heavy lasers, and people who are expert in fighting with spikes,” the captain said. “The Windvane have those in stores, but we don’t have the people certified to use those,” As he mentioned jetpacks, the major’s head jerked up and looked Dane in the eyes. Dane knew that the major was aware of his certifications but when the major didn’t say anything, Dane stayed quiet as well.
“You have jetpack certification,” Brad muttered softly as he and Dane made their way back to their pod after the briefing. “The major knows as well. I wonder why he didn’t say anything.”
“Anybody’s guess,” Dane replied.
“Nick also said you have long range laser certification, and then there is your specialization with bladed weapons. You are nearly a ranger already,” Brad muttered.
“Maybe that is it,” Dane said. “Maybe the major will only use a proper ranger, not a half-trained one.”
“Do you know of any other ranger abilities suitable for deep space or ship actions?” Brad asked. “From the rumors the rest of their training involves ground-base stuff like sneaking around in the dark.” Dane just snorted.
Things took a sudden turn of urgency after they were through the jump gate and headed into the gravity well towards the second of three planets in the Kuiper system. As with most of the lesser stars in the Pleiades cluster, this one had two inner planets, a relatively average asteroid belt, and then another planet.
The first planet was called a Mercury type. The reason for that name was lost in the fog of ancient history. Since the cluster was under human control for over thousand two hundred years and under the rule of a string of benevolent emperors for over a thousand years, ancient history had to be more than a thousand years.
The second planet was in the habitable zone, having liquid water, and a magnetic field to protect the planet from radiation, from both its own G-type star and from the seven massive and dangerous B-type stars known as the Sisters. The third planet lay outside the orbit of the jump gate and was a smallish gas giant.
They were a third of the way there, about two weeks of gentle breaking, when the Windvane picked up a radio message aimed at the frigate stationed at the jump gate. The message and its content filtered down from the captain, via Major Lambert and Lieutenant McCord to the four corporals. While the message was urgent, there was no way the Windvane could react quickly.
“Definitely pirates,” Lt. McCord told them in a meeting he scheduled in a hurry. “We know that a freighter supposedly carrying construction machinery was asking to dock with the space station. That in itself was a bit suspicious since heavy equipment would not be unloaded on the space station, they would be ferried down to the surface directly. The station crew became suspicious, obviously, and told the freighter to wait. The freighter then declared an emergency and forcefully docked with the station, damaging the docking port in the process. They think the damage was deliberate since the ship seemed to be stuck there now and the docking port is open.”
“So, no air leaks?” Sergeant Ramsey asked.
“If there are, they are either sealed up or too small to be a real danger.” The lieutenant replied. “The station security personnel; they have thirty ex-marines as private security on the station, encountered a force of twenty pirates. These pirates seemed to have marine training. The result was that the pirates were eliminated, and the station lost half of their security people in the process.”
“Damn, that is heavy?” Brad muttered.
“There are still pirates onboard the freighter,” the lieutenant continued. “They are not sure how many but enough to keep them from getting access to the freighter.”
“Let me guess, we are going to dock to the rear of the freighter and take it over that way?” Adams, one of the other corporals of Second Platoon said.
“No, we will be too late,” the lieutenant said. “There are two other freighters inbound and ahead of us. Neither of them are responding to radio messages. The viscount is sure they are part of the pirate force. From what we can figure out from their trajectories, one is headed for the tail of the stuck freighter while the other one is aiming for the other docking port of the station.”
“Attention! Brace for emergency acceleration! Brace for hard acceleration!” the speaker in the mess hall of the Second Platoon started squawking just as the lieutenant stopped talking. The seven of them stayed where they were and looked at each other in surprise.
“I guess the captain is trying to get there sooner,” Sgt Bowman commented. They could already feel as the pseudo gravity in the pod changed direction. Where the four rings of the frigate rotated under normal operation, letting the spinning feel like gravity, the spin was being shut down as the ship accelerated towards the station. Dane knew that all the pods attached to their ring would swivel towards the rear, keeping the bottom of the pod as the floor. While the floor kept being the floor, the transition was still a dizzying experience that lasted a while.
“Get back to your men,” the lieutenant said once the weird movement stopped. “Do an equipment check. I will pass the word when to do it but wait for my orders before getting the men into their pressure suits. It might be a few days still. I will also find out from the major when he wants to issue weapons. I guess we will definitely get spikes, but I’m not sure about lasers or projectile weapons to the troops. The eight of you will get lasers as well as handguns. Be careful with them, there will be innocent civilians around.”
The Windvane stayed under much higher acceleration than normal for three days. Dane estimated the pseudo gravity force to be on average twice that of normal, but a few times spiked at three times normal gravity. There were a few moments of no acceleration, but the bridge crew didn’t bother to spin up the rings, meaning they had zero gravity. The second time they had weightlessness, Dane’s and Brad’s sections were ordered up to the main shaft storage spaces where the projectile and laser weapons were kept. The other two sections were already there when they floated into the storage space.
“Nobody in Second Platoon have any combat experience,” the major, who was waiting for them, declared. “We will keep Second Platoon back as reinforcement. Each one of you get a spike.”
Dane was not really bothered by the major’s decision, but he could see that the two sergeants and the lieutenant were disagreeing with the major. Being the last one to finally get to the service hatch, he asked the navy rating for two spikes. The navy rating looked confused and glanced at the major.
“Give it to him,” the major said as he gave Dane a look. “Give him a pistol as well. Galan, all the reports I read about you stated that you are super cool under pressure. Having a real fire fight inside a space station under construction and with civilians all over the place can result in casualties that will be awkward to explain later, so be extra careful.”
Dane just nodded at the major as he did the standard safety inspection on the pistol. Then he examined the ammunition. The packaging label stated that it was frangible rounds. He opened the one package and started filling the magazine.
“Frangible ammo on ships and space stations only,” the navy rating said.
“I know, except that this ammo will not do much to the standard marine space suit.” Dane said. “It destroys the suit but only bruise the body inside.” The navy rating shrugged and glanced at the major who decided to ignore the exchange.
The Windvane was under three times normal deceleration for half an hour when the deceleration suddenly spiked to much higher before all deceleration suddenly went away. The next moment the intercom announced ‘contact’, then ‘locked’.
Dane and his section were behind Brad and his section. All of them were suited up, closed helmets, and hanging from the netting in one of the spokes of their ring. The other two sections were waiting in another spoke. Even before the ‘locked’ announcement came over the intercom, Dane could hear the confusing battle cries of First Platoon as they streamed out of their ring spokes and presumably through the now wide-open airlock.
Since Dane could hear them, he knew that the ship was still filled with air, and that First Platoon had their helmet visors open. The two platoons were not on the same radio frequency, so Dane could not hear anything over the radio.
“Sarge,” Dane asked over the radio. He knew radio procedure, but he could not hear anything. He already tested his section’s radio communication and that was working fine but the platoon channel to the two sergeants and the lieutenant were silent.
“What is it, Galan?” Sgt Ramsey asked.
“Do we have any idea what the pirates are armed with?” he asked. Before the sergeant could respond, a wild and random number of loud popping sounds came from the front of the ship. Dane was sure that was firearms being discharged.
“Damn, we know now,” Sgt Ramsey muttered.
“Any idea what First is armed with?” Brad asked on the platoon channel.
“Mostly spikes but all the corporals and a few older guys have handguns,” the lieutenant’s voice came over the radio. “I’m worried that the major was a bit too cautious about civilian casualties.”
“Listen up,” Dane said over his section channel, which was also fed to Brad’s radio but not to Brad’s section unless Brad choose to do so. “We fight for the empire, meaning we fight for the right not to become slaves to pirates, especially for the people depending on us to protect them. Don’t sacrifice your life for nothing but if you get wounded, be sure the empire will provide the best medical treatment available. Keep in mind, the pirates are fighting for only their own pockets and their own lives. A wounded pirate will be executed after the fighting is over, and they know it, so don’t expect them to give up.”
“Weird pep talk, Galan,” Brad commented.
“Never thought of it quite like that,” a voice Dane didn’t recognize responded.
“Second! Through the hatch, now!!” the lieutenant suddenly shouted.
Dane was in the middle of his nine marines and behind Brad’s people. By the time they pulled themselves through the ship’s forward airlock hatch, he figured out that they were boarding one of the two pirate freighters already docked to the station. They were all in free fall, so he was a bit surprised when the leaders had to pull a few motionless marines out of the way. He could not see any obvious damage except that the marine space suits were filled with bodies and were motionless.
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