The response from Akash Wolf raised a series of murmurs from the comm section while a return message was quickly drafted. It started with a resending of the authorisation materials provided by the Mandate, then the public I-dent package of a Kriegsmarine warship, and concluded with a brief message declaring a responsibility to any Mandate citizens while also investigating the attack on the station.
The Sephirot’s intrusion package was working its way through the remaining local nets while Cadell and Libby waited for the Technocracy commander’s reply. Snippets of partially encrypted messages, some panicked in-the-clear hails, and the electronic snarls of combat did not yield all that much, but it was enough.
Cadell raised a hand, rubbing his right thumb against the index finger with a growing smile. He noticed Libby’s raised eyebrows.
‘It is convenient when someone does your work for you. Besides the trial, the only glaring thing missing is any warning before boarding as hostiles. So much for any claims of legitimate salvagers. Make sure we work up a compressed packet to share with the Akasha Wolf, possibly the Kiith, too.’
Libby’s smile mimicked his as she motioned a commsman toward the plot. The blunder of the salvagers aside, Cadell was annoyed with the absence of the SI. The expansion was not accompanied by its presence. He queried the CIC to make certain the Sephirot wasn’t reordering its RIs but found nothing. He gave the task over to his muse while turning direct attention to the Gaul’s Precentor flight and giving the scramble order.
Who was he to deny the fatted calf the salvagers were trying to present? And lighting up the advanced guard may finally stir their mothership into action
Chaotic breaks. Senseless ends. Indecipherable, pointless jargon. Glimpses of dying routines and failing networks. The broken mass was carefully surrounded in the meticulous order of the SI Kapitän Smythe-Westad was missing. A distinct barrier was imposed between the near-useless malformed entity and the greater resources of the unisphere hosted by the cruiser. A thin thread linked the shattered Amphinia network to the Sephirot’s reality, spooled from the drifting Ferret drone now linked to a Mandate commsat. The larger thread between the drone and the Sephirot was a morass of barriers, misdirects, and encryptions.
In this or other prime iterations, He was unconcerned with the possibility of counter-intrusion or insertion. Precautions needed to be observed--much like the need to observe the concept that the broken transmissions, jargon, and near-noise was a flashpoint between the shuttle’s crew and some indigenous survivors. Passing this along was the key; evaluation can be handled by others; assessment of successful defence was low.
It was as low as the expectation that this expedition would render much useful intelligence beyond what damned the salvagers. There was no need to prolong; more direct action would seriously erode the continuity of the surviving systems.
Secondary intrusion methods and three delta-level forks raced for the bridge. He was aware of the savagery racing through the local nets. Tearing, rending, assessing, dismissing, gathering--the assessment for the continued system integrity dwindled downward. More gaps, broken connections, noise. Resources were directed in-system, searching for a link to the planetary assets. Prioritise integrity. Prioritise survivors. Prioritise evidence. Evidence was relative now. He knew what was coming; they would not linger much longer.
Prepare a legal RI. Any survivors from the shuttle would need representation; detail execution and branding warrants, unknown appropriations.
A smoothe mewling, a muse querying through the unisphere. Shift it away awhile longer, reality was crashed by something other than the anticipated failure of Mandate systems. Spatial distortions erupted in the mid-system. The CIC RIs, restored to near-baseline uniformity, quickly confirmed the eruptions as consistent with Uthani foldspace signatures.
Destruction will abound. The intrusion patterns became more aggressive. The identity of the leading cruiser was confirmed.
Destruction was certain. Relocate to the bridge. Dispense with subterfuge. Probability survivors will notice irrelevant. Log any fouled communications; relay. Survival is an option to be offered; the mercy of the Uthani is the alternative.
Cadell could tell by Libby’s abrupt jolt across the plot that the Sephirot’s arrival was as sudden to her as it was to him and its avatar’s appearance at the opposite end of the system map. The intrusion at least eliminated the need to speculate if he observed the transmission from the Light of Ilumar.
Cadell watched the tracers race away from the Imperium’s flotilla. It was excessive, as was often the Uthani approach in these volumes.
He glanced to the Sephirot, ‘Are their unexpected legalities I need to be aware of before I respond to the Uthanium, or is this an example of their enforcement proceeding formal standing?’
‘The Uthani commander will believe the validity of his mandate. The differing messages make it clear this is counterposed with an acceptance of realities where multilateral relations with the Raumreich is concerned.’
‘Hopefully meaning that this Legate Claudius is capable of performing some diplomatic calculus.’
Cadell’s smile was gone, ‘We may expect that. I will be more reliant on the knowledge that the true authorities behind the Imperium are more pragmatic than their select fanatics. I also doubt the Legate’s homeworld will appreciate knowledge of this intervention being handed to the Federated Suns’ ambassador without redaction. But we need to move while there is someone left saving.’
He turned from the plot, ‘Helm, bring us to full military power and execute a microjump. I want us in extended escort formation with the Uthani formation. Comm, give me a channel for a reply, standard bilateral encryption for the Uthanium.’
While his n-plants synced with the comms, Cadell turned back to the Sephirot eying the plot.
‘Put together everything we have on the shuttle and the salvagers. If the Uthanium are so keen to hunt, we will make sure they have a fox to worry their teeth on while we’re here. Put this message on a courier and send it back to Avaika with priority for van Niftrick and Nakano before we jump, and keep our assets out of this firestorm.’
The Sephirot vanished. Cadell shifted his weight and cancelled the scramble order on the Precentors. He also started drafting a second message to the Technocracy when his mused chirped a reminder about the smaller warship detected near the planet. Something to be considered after the jump and seeing how malleable the Legate was--ideally more than reputation suggested.
Space and its associated background light distorted and shifted four million kilometres below the Light of Illumar and her escorts. The distortion was replaced by a shard of all-consuming black that soon started to shift and ripple on its own. The shard resolved into a rounded, thick needle with a truncated tail as black gave way to gunmetal. The core line partially bisecting the ship was trimmed in a dulled gold and either side of the needle’s eye was marked by with the Kriegsmarine’s jack--the House of Alderman’s lion crest centred against a red field with a single gold band along the width--instead the OVA security services’ jack. HMS Cimbri Gaul appeared in the smart paint aboard either flag and the complicated pennant sequence designator below. Four Precentor-class space superiority drones and two Harbinger-class tactical bombers dropped away from the cruiser, taking up escorting positions along the portside oriented toward Amphina II.
Running lights along the cruiser rippled in a common salute reserved for friendly states, but the Gaul’s defences were readied. As the lights returned to their steady pattern, a message was directed at the Light of Illumar.
’This is Kapitän zur Sterne Cadell Smythe-Westad, commanding Her Majesty’s Ship Cimbri Gaul. I extend the respects of the Kriegsmarine to the warriors of the Uthanium and to the Legate Claudius. However, I must respectfully decline the offer proposed by the Legate as it exceeds the parametres of my command. The United Star Empire does not seek to interpose in the sovereign affairs of either the Imperium or the Mandate, but our own diplomatic interests cannot be severed without proper substantiation and review by Her Majesty’s Government.’
‘I concur that the Amphina system appears to be at the centre of questionable activities. My investigations have already yielded evidence of this, but it is not among the Mandate’s authorities. I am forwarding a data packet noting what is at least an act of malicious and illegal salvage by the crew of Huerdaen shuttle of questionable registration, if not an act of outright piracy. I offer the assistance of my ship in apprehending these criminals, and the offices of our embassy to the Mandate currently in the Avaika system to mediate this crisis before it leads to an even greater loss of life than this pirate attack. Or the matter may be addressed to either Commissioner Tarr in Vessader or Her Majesty’s embassy to the Court of the Emperor of All Suns, if higher authorities are needed. A courier is already en route to bring this dispute between the Mandate and the empire’s valued Uthani allies. I am certain an investigation will be commenced at once.’
‘While this is coordinated, I must insist that survivors with Mandate citizenship be recovered by my ship for safe passage to an undisputed system. Our observations believe that most survivors of this attack are civilians, and I am bound by the Conventions of the League to provide for their safety and directed to secure their well-being by my government. I recommend a temporary blockade of the planetary system to prevent the escape of any other criminals not already detected.’
Several other ships dropped away from the cruiser. Reichswehr ECM/EW assault drones and two assault transports moved into formation with the fighter drones.
Deeper within the system, the drone assets scrambled to bear away from the Uthani onslaught. Some dove into the debris field seeking to maintain their concealment. A few were bereft of any options other than to fall toward the planet, telltale streaks through the atmosphere marking their course. The Ferret drones watched the plight of their smaller cousins with dispassion, pulling deeper into their own stealth systems and freezing any energy bleeds into their small Niling D-sinks.
Survival was the order for all but two of the comm drones near the devastated outpost. Under the direction of the Sephirot, a black-bodied drone dove across the course of the Iliad spawning CM separations as it went. Its avoidance maneuvers were frantic but stabilised for several seconds. Long enough for a short burst-fire transmission with a simple Vigenere cipher, using chemical signs as a cipher, toward the ship.
Identify yourself to the HMS CImbri Gaul. Use simple cipher. Burst to coordinates provided. Failure will result in this space being marked as a target for the Uthani. Identify or withdraw.
The second comm drone paralleled the actions of the first. It dove toward the Akasha Wolf with a far warmer message, unencrypted, instructing the comm section to await a following open transmission.
Cadell’s smile returned briefly after the Iliad’s broadcast. It was too quick for being only a response to his own message, but it gave him another way to circumvent the Legate’s unilateral declarations.
‘Kapitän, we are linked to what is left of the local network.’
‘Good. Link to me and broadcast in the clear.’
‘Aye, sir.’
Cadell looked across the plot to Libby, ‘One more press.’
He keyed the links, ‘Attention all foreign vessels operating in the Amphina system! This is Kapitän zur Sterne Cadell Smythe-Westad, commanding officer of the HMS Cimbri Gaul. I am operating on behalf of the Mandate to conduct an investigation into the destruction of its outpost in the Amphina system and to coordinate the rescue of any survivors of Mandate citizenship. As an envoy of Avaika, I require the registration of all foreign vessels and their coordination with my own operations in this system. I am negotiating with the Uthanium for safe passage of Mandate personnel and to see that undesirables in this system are brought to heel. I-dent codes, Mandate authorisation certification, and communication protocols will follow this message.’
‘All Mandate citizens are encouraged to contact the Cimbri Gaul using whatever means are available. We are monitoring remaining local comm nets and will respond to general distress cause across all bands. You will be granted safe passage to the nearest Mandate system with appropriate facilities.’