Battle Earth V

Chapter 10

Earth was a beautiful sight, which was a little different to human eyes after seeing the barren alien world and Mars. General White stood at the front of the bridge as they descended on his homeworld. He wondered every minute of every day how Admiral Huber was getting along. He was confident that with Taylor at his side things would work out.

“Landing in thirty minutes, Sir.”

“Thank you,” he replied.

The Earth defence grid they passed was an impressive sight. It had been little more than foundations when they departed for Tau Ceti. Three-dozen warships occupied the space above Earth, and more were joining them all the time. White could see that Earth was ready for the enemy. He just hoped they were ready to help those he left behind in alien lands.

The thirty minutes passed quickly. After days of waiting for this moment, the General was eager to make his point. As the representative of the fleet and Earth’s first ever journey into foreign systems, a large party had formed to greet him. Countries’ leaders and Generals lined the landing zone at his base, in eager anticipation of some news.

As the ramp of his ship lowered to the ground, he realised he was being greeted by not only the President of the United States, but Presidents, Prime Ministers and Kings of a dozen or more countries. He sighed deeply.

“We’re in for a long day.”

“Incoming!”

Chandra’s feet had been propped up on an ammunition crate, and she had almost gotten a few minutes’ sleep when she was awoken. Her survival instinct kicked in, and she leapt to her feet. A second later, gunfire opened up from friendly forces nearby. Suarez rushed up to her with his rifle at the ready.

“They got the drop on us, and they’re trying to sneak in!”

“What?”

She was in shock. It wasn’t the sort of tactics she had ever seen or heard of being used by the enemy.

“Our scouts caught sight of them a minute ago!”

She lifted her rifle and rushed to the defensive wall. She’d stationed herself besides Warren and his commandos. The Major was already on top of the wall, taking carefully aimed shots.

“Give me an update!” she yelled.

“A few dozen lightly equipped hostiles breached the perimeter, nothing we have seen before. They’re agile, fast and sneaky.”

Tsengal jumped up beside them and had just heard the last few words.

“They’re cave people, primitive in their lifestyle but good hunters and faster than most. They lack much of the strength of my people, but they are well suited to many tasks.”

“Closest thing to scouts we have seen yet. That’s what we’ll call the bastards,” replied Chandra. “Have you killed any?”

Warren nodded.

“A few, but the rest of the sneaky bastards have taken cover amongst the rubble and bodies. We can advance and try to flush them out.”

Chandra looked to Tsengal for advice.

“I would not recommend it. They will lure you into traps and divide your number. The best defence against them is to stay strong in number behind these defences.”

“Alright. Warren, have this information and my orders passed down the line. I want sharpshooters present and active at all times. Maybe we can’t hunt them down, but we can sure knock a few heads off when they’re good enough to present them.”

‘Yes, Ma’am.”

Several shots rang out behind their position and she turned quickly to see one of the new enemies darting back behind cover. The shots skimmed the armour of a fallen creature, but the new one went unharmed.

“Hold your fire!”

The troops turned in surprise at their Colonel’s command.

“They’re baiting us. Trying our defences, expending ammunition. I want allocated sharp shooters only. The rest of you are to keep your eyes open and spot for future attacks! Pass the word!”

“Can I have a word?” Warren asked.

She nodded in agreement and gestured for him to follow her to a quiet spot around a corner towards the CP.

“What is it?” she asked hastily.

Warren could tell she was highly strung, but he could not wait any longer.

“They aren’t coming for us, are they? Not the fleet, not the General, not Major Taylor, we’re on our own, aren’t we?”

Chandra took in a deep breath and looked away. She didn’t want to answer that. She didn’t want to have to tell him, nor admit their situation to herself. They were deep in the shit, and there seemed little to be done about it but fight for every minute of life they could.

“Maybe, maybe they’ll come, maybe we’re on our own. I just don’t know anymore.”

Her voice became shaky, and Warren could see she was close to tears, but they would never come, no matter how bad things got. She was too strong and too dignified to ever be seen crying, as much as her heart might want it.

“So yes, this might be the end for us. We may never leave this shithole planet ever again. How do you want to end, crawling on your hands and knees, or like a hero?” she asked.

He looked deep into her eyes and righted himself, realising she would not show an ounce of weakness. It was not in her. He stood twenty-five centimetres taller than the slight Colonel and substantially broader built. It made him feel a slither of shame that she never doubted them in their darkest hour.

“I’m not going anywhere, Colonel.”

“No, none of us are by the looks of things.”

“I’ll stand by you no matter the outcome, as will every one of the men and women under my command.”

“It was never in doubt. You’ve done sterling work under my command, just as I know you did through the first war. You were brought here for a reason, Major, because you’re a damn fine officer commanding some of our very best.”

Huber stood in a daze again as he looked at the wrecks floating in the space around the gateway. Engineers and repair ships were working hard to patch up the ships that could be saved. Taylor could tell he was not used to seeing such carnage. He had not borne witness to the epic bloody land battles that had plagued much of the world in the first war.

“Do you think General White will be successful in convincing the powers that be to support us?”

Huber shook his head.

“I don’t know anymore, Major. Maybe if they knew what had happened since he left the system. If they could know we have held this far. If they could see how bravely our people fought, then maybe.”

“We should at least send a messenger through the gate and update them on our situation.”

“We have strict orders not to use the gateway, except in need of complete withdrawal.”

“Sir, those orders have been given by people who are not here. They don’t know what we’ve seen, what we have faced. Information is key here. They need to know.”

Taylor could see that Huber was losing faith in their endeavour. Depression was overpowering the great officer, and Mitch felt it was the restraints placed on the Admiral that were reducing him to such a state.

“Why would they send us out here if they weren’t willing to support us?”

“Come with me.”

He led Taylor through to his quarters. Mitch had gotten used to loathing going into the room, as he knew it likely meant bad news that had to be concealed from the rest of the crew. He poured out two glasses of whiskey and sat down with the sigh of a physically and mentally exhausted man. He slid one of the glasses over to Taylor.

“No thank you, Sir,” Taylor said sternly.

“We live in such fearsome times. Humanity nearly reached its end before our very eyes, and now here we are, on the raggedy edge of a hostile system with our backs against the wall. I think a drink right now could go a long way to keeping a man from going mad.”

Taylor looked down at the glass and could feel his lips wet at the sight of it. He’d remained stone cold sober since they came through to Tau Ceti, but maybe the Admiral was right. He picked up the glass and took a sip of the smooth scotch. Huber smiled and finally began to address his questions.

“The honest truth is that few world leaders supported this endeavour. A committee of Army, Navy and Marine and Air Force officers, such as myself and White, petitioned to the President to allow us to come here.”

“Wow, you really pushed for this?”

“It may not be a pleasant experience, but it was the right thing to do.”

Taylor was starting to understand what that meant for them all. They didn’t have even half the support he thought they would.

“Getting this fleet together was a massive undertaking, but we were not promised any additional troops. All of the senior officers in this fleet volunteered. They all knew the risks, and yet chose to follow me. General White is not so much going home to report our findings, but to plead for backup.”

“My God, we pushed into enemy territory with no support. No supply network, no hope of reinforcement?”

“No hope? Look at how far we have come, from the near end of the world to faraway lands.”

Taylor dipped his head into his left hand. Once again they were being pushed around like chess pieces, worth nothing more to the player than their moment in time.

“Do you believe White can get us the support we need?”

“I doubt it. None of the information he is taking back will make it anymore appealing to follow in our footsteps.”

“Then what the hell are we doing here?”

Huber smashed his glass down on the table.

“What are we doing here? The same as we have always been doing. Our duty. Just because some idiots in office won’t do what’s right, that doesn’t give the rest of us the excuse to bury our heads in the sand. This second war was coming whether we liked it or not. We’re making sure this time we fight it on our own terms.”

Taylor shook his head.

“I don’t buy it. There’s still more you aren’t telling me. You are too practical a man to risk the entire fleet on such an endeavour.”

“Yes. The honest truth is that enemy forces were already beginning to amass at the gateway in our system. You really think we had no intelligence on the area before we arrived there? Many of us could see what was coming. We were just weeks or months away from another invasion. The Earth defence grid and our fleets are well underway, but what hope could they have with the wolves at our door?”

Taylor breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t like being kept out of the loop, but he was glad to know there was a legitimate reason for their actions.

“Why on Earth could you not have told me this beforehand?”

“World leaders would not believe the information we put before them. We called their bluff. If the enemy truly were weak, then we could sail out and smash them in their own lands.”

“That was just another manipulation.”

“Yes, the only way to get the job done. We always knew this was a very dangerous mission. You were not lied to about that. We calculated that Earth needed three months to be prepared for a second invasion, and yet it appeared an enemy attack could take place with just four weeks.”

Taylor sipped back on his drink.

It’s all becoming clear now.

“So we are a buffer? Keep them away from our lands as long as possible?”

“That is one of our tasks, and to ensure they appreciate the severity of the situation. When the first war started, our military was ill prepared. They need to know what danger lies around the corner.”

“And you believe we can make that difference?”

“We already have. I can’t say how long we can hold here, but I can say we have already had an impact. Red 1 was clearly a key strategic point for the enemy, as is this gateway. We’ve inflicted substantial losses on them so far and continue to defend the entrance to our Solar System.”

“Then send a messenger through the gateway. Let all on Earth know what we have done here, and that we still hold.”

Huber went silent for a moment as he thought it over. They could both see it would serve to assist their purpose.

“Okay, we will send a single messenger within the hour, but I do not promise anything will come of it.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Taylor thought about his next question carefully, as it was a delicate matter to put to their leader.

“Sir, you said, if the defence of this gateway becomes unrealistic, we will withdraw. Is that truly your intention?”

The Admiral looked offended for a second before he could see how necessary the question was.

“Of course. I would never throw lives away needlessly. The time may well come when we have to return through that gate. We both still have people out there, friends and comrades. If the time comes, could you leave them behind to save what remains?”

Mitch knew the right answer to the question, but his heart made him want to say no.

“Sir, we could get them back. We could fire up this fleet, head for Red 1, and get our people back.”

“Sure, we could try, but we both know the chances of us returning alive from such a mission would be minimal. The enemy forces have amassed at that planet. We have the strength to remain here in defence, but we do not have what we need to move forward.”

Taylor knew the Admiral was right, but it didn’t make it any easier.

General White had sat at a conference table for two hours discussing the events he had taken part in. He could see that several world leaders there were growing weary and seemed to be losing interest. It disgusted him that they would show as such, even if they did feel it. But he could not speak out against them. He needed the support of those around him. In his moment of need, Field Marshal Copley spoke up. The proud British officer was a man White knew by reputation but had only met briefly.

“It seems clear to me that Admiral Huber’s fleet is in need of assistance. They have made headway in their mission and in assisting them further, we secure the safety of our Solar System.”

White nodded in gratitude for the support. Brigadier Dupont leapt to his feet in a typically dramatic nature they had come to expect of the Frenchman.

“I am sorry, but I am yet to see any progress other than provoking a race which since the war ended have shown no signs of further aggression.”

White could feel his blood boil as he listened to the obnoxious man.

“Are you that naive that you believe the war to be over? You think they will simply give up and forget what happened here?”

“We are, General. We are moving on with our lives in peace.”

White shook his head in astonishment.

“Asshole,” he muttered under his breath.

“General White.”

He turned to see the American President staring at him.

“Yes, Mr President.”

“You are the only one among us who has been to this foreign system, Tau Ceti. You are therefore better informed and qualified than any one of us to recommend a way forward here. What do you believe we, as a united people, should do?”

“Sir, I have seen what this enemy is capable of. They will not stop. They will never stop. They will end us, or we will end them. Our fleets have made a great advance into enemy territory, and I believe with the backing of Earth’s armies, we could remove this threat forever.”

“Remove the threat?” asked President Moreau. “You are talking about genocide? Going to their homes and killing every man, woman and child in their race?”

“Yes, I am,” replied White. “If we dealt with a civilised enemy, we could beat them into submission and end this war with some kind of peace. But we do not face a civilised enemy. They are a race of technologically advanced savages.”

“And is that not what you are recommending that we become? We are taking on advances in our technology every day from what we have learnt from them, and now you want to become as bloodthirsty and murderous as they are?”

The General opened to his mouth to speak but stopped himself and panned around to study the faces of all around him. Most looked down on him as an upstart against the peace they now enjoyed. He laughed for a few seconds, so as not to cry.

“You now live the peaceful lives we all wanted, but do you not see that these perfect lives you now have are in danger yet again? Will you bury your heads in the sand and believe that we have once more seen an end to war? War will never be over, not whilst intelligent beings exist. We have a choice before us. We can sit back and await our destruction, or we can step up and fight for the peace you all so desperately want to secure.”

The United States President sat at the centre and head of the discussion, and it was clear he played more than his equal part in the decision to be made. White had always liked the man. He had voted for him, after all. He could see President Walter wanted to support him, but he faced a vicious opposition.

“General, I think we all need an understanding of quite what you have in mind and the alternatives. As far as I understand it, you want to pursue a full scale campaign into Tau Ceti, and bring the enemy race to an end.”

“Yes, Mr President. I believe the most apt analogy would be — ‘If an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.’”

“I don’t think reciting ancient philosophy is appropriate to our situation,” snapped Dupont.

“Far from it, everything we know has been learnt from those who came before us. Would you cast aside their wisdom and re-invent the wheel?”

“Enough,” said Walter sternly.

The President didn’t need to shout. His deep and commanding voice was sufficient to resonate around the room and bring it to silence.

“You do not see another option?” he asked of White.

“Not if the future of the human race is to be persevered, Sir, no.”

“And if, as the combined forces of Earth, we sent all our might to Tau Ceti to crush them, what would be the cost?”

“Probably hundreds of thousands of lives.”

Gasps rang out across the room.

“You are surprised? Surprised that the cost of war is the lives of honourable and courageous men and women? The last war was not won by anyone else. I’d never send a marine to die unless I knew it had to be done. Would you prefer we lost enlisted men and women of our armies, navies and air force, or civilians? The price has to be paid somewhere. I believe we can end this for good, and save the people of this world from any future pain and suffering.”

A cough rang out, and White looked to see Commander Kelly from the Moon Colony. He had been sitting quietly at the far end of the table throughout.

“Commander, I of course refer to humanity as a whole. I would see to the protection of the Moon equally with Earth.”

Kelly nodded in appreciation. They all went silent for a solid minute as every one of them thought of the options before them. Finally, the US President spoke up, as he had led the meeting from the very start.

“It seems to me, General, that while in theory you might be right, we have too little information. We do not know the enemy strength. We do not know how many colonies they have. We do not know if we have the strength and resources to succeed in a war in faraway lands. As much as I think there is a chance you could be right, we cannot risk all with so little understanding of what lies ahead.”

White looked around the room to see several were nodding in agreement. His argument was dead in the dirt, and he knew it. He thought about pleading further, but it was clearly going to be time wasted.

“I am sorry, General, but my advice would be to return to Admiral Huber. Congratulate him on a successful excursion into enemy territory, and have him return home with the brave men and women he commands. That is my recommendation and order to the forces of the United States. Are all in agreement?”

Grunts and words of agreement rang out. White’s hopes had been dashed, and he got up with slumped shoulders. The taste of defeat was bitterer than ever when it came from his own people. The meeting was adjourned, and the officials scattered quickly. Just after he had left the room, Kelly stopped him for a word. White sighed. He had no more desire to talk.

“What can I do for you, Commander?”

“You’re right. We both know it, but you must have known you’d never have convinced that room. They fought the last war because they had no choice.”

“Maybe they don’t have a choice now. They just don’t see it yet.”

“If that is the case, then they will rally to your cause soon enough.”

“Taylor said you were a good man.”

“Ha, what would he know?”

White smiled.

“I hope Taylor and the rest of your people return safely. If you’re right, we’ll need them more than ever in the coming days and months.”

White patted Kelly on the shoulder and carried on down the hallway where the crowd was beginning to thin out. He stopped in a quiet spot and leaned against the wall and exhaled sharply. He should have known he would make no progress there, but he’d had to try.

The General leaned back further against the wall and looked up to the bright lights running the length of the hallway. He was thinking of Taylor and the rest that he had left behind. He prayed they had come to no harm. He looked back down and was about to stand up straight again when a voice rang out next to him.

“Your boy Taylor is in the shit now. I hope he gets what is coming to him.”

White was still fuming from the insults and stupidity he had witnessed and received before the President’s eyes. He looked to his side and saw it was Dupont strolling past with his aide. His anger overcame him, and he leapt off from the wall and thrust a hard punch into the Frenchman’s ribs. Dupont’s body folded at his waist from the pain as he let out a squirm in pain.

The Brigadier’s aide froze and watched in shock and disbelief at the scene. He would not go Dupont’s aid, for it would mean striking a General. White looked to the frightened Lieutenant.

“How do you live with it, with a wretch like this? He isn’t worthy of your nation’s uniform.”

White grabbed the scuff of Dupont’s shirt and wrenched him upwards, hauling him in close.

“You’re scum. Disloyal, jealous, greedy, self-centred and zealous; everything I hate in a man. Were you a marine, I’d have you shot, and I’d probably do it myself. You hate Major Taylor because you are a coward, and he is a hero. One of thousands of heroes I know. Thousands who may die out there while weasels like you sit back in comfort. One day, Taylor is going to come for you, and I won’t be the one to stop him.”

He struck him with a quick jab to the same bruised rib once again and tossed him against the wall. The General strode away in disgust, but if he was honest to himself, it felt good to deal out a little pain. It was a long time since he’d been a field officer, and it was men like Dupont who made him wish he’d stayed as one. As he reached a turn up ahead, he noticed Commander Kelly once again.

“You know, it’s incidents like that which have put Taylor behind bars more than once,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, and now I can understand why it’s worth it.”

“Dupont is a bastard, but he’s also one of us. If we can’t stand together in times like these, what chance do we have?”

“You’ll get no argument from me.”

The General continued onwards at a quick pace.

“Good luck to you, General, and may you bring our comrades back home.”

It was only a few hours later when the General was once again setting off from Earth. He didn’t want to leave familiar lands. He was reminded of how much Taylor had always voiced his hatred of space, and he knew exactly what he meant.

“Chart a course to the gateway, maximum speed.”

“Sir, we’ve got reports back from our recon missions.”

Huber looked up in the hope of good news. Taylor sat by him at the briefing table. There had been nothing more to discuss for the last hour, and it had largely passed staring at the screens.

“Go on, Captain.”

Vega tapped a few buttons on the console before them and brought up a few images of an enemy fleet.

“The remnants of those who attacked us. They’ve rallied at a point near enough halfway between here and Red 1.”

“That’s no accident.”

“No, Sir. Looks like they’re repairing and redressing their ranks, same as us.”

“And awaiting reinforcements,” Taylor added.

“Almost certainly,” replied Vega.

“Mmm,” murmured Huber.

“Admiral, we could strike out at them while they are vulnerable. Otherwise, we are merely waiting for them to grow in number and become a sizeable threat. If we succeed in crushing them, we could even continue on to the planet. Worst case is we fall back to the gateway here.”

“You know we cannot leave this gateway, Major,” replied Huber.

“No, you can’t, but some of us can. Give me enough ships to take them on, and we will crush them before they can recover.”

“It’ll take you ten hours to reach their position,” replied Vega.

“We sure could do with keeping their number in check, Sir.”

“Agreed, but we cannot risk too much in doing so, what do you think Captain?”

“The Washington must remain in position, Sir. It is the core of our defence. But neither can we send too few ships that they sustain heavy casualties in accomplishing the mission. The Major will need an overwhelming force to ensure a safe completion of the mission.”

“Then you believe it to be the right course of action?”

“Hindsight will only tell, but I believe it to be the best course of action, Sir.”

“Very well, Major, then you will take six frigates and the Trafalgar.”

Taylor’s eyebrows widened.

“We still need your marines to defend the Washington. You can take one company aboard the Deveron. Admiral Uxbridge will of course be in charge of the mission. You can brief him en route. I’ll have the orders despatched and confirmed within the next thirty minutes.”

Taylor was taken aback. He’d been fighting to have the Admiral push forwards ever since he had gotten there, and now his wish was coming true.

“Thank you, Sir!”

He saluted and turned to leave, but Huber interrupted him.

“Major!”

Taylor turned slowly and hoped it was not all too good to be true.

“Your mission is to destroy that fleet. It will be for Admiral Uxbridge to determine whether it is safe to continue to Red 1. The priority is the defence of this fleet. If you have a solid chance of reaching the planet safely then take it, but nothing more. You will follow my orders in this.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Taylor had broken more than his fair share of orders in the past, but he knew he couldn’t break his word to Huber. He finally felt like they were getting somewhere, and he rushed out of the bridge with new life in his body. Jafar was waiting for him beside the other guards and had clearly been there without rest.

“Still here?”

“Always, that was my promise.”

Taylor lifted his communicator.

“This is Taylor to Captain Jones. Have your Company assemble at the Deveron immediately. Full combat order. Captain Ryan, prepare your ship for departure.”

“Sir, you sure about this?” asked Ryan suspiciously.

Taylor smiled. The Captain is already becoming familiar with my antics.

“Orders direct from Admiral Huber. We’re heading out. Be ready to move ASAP.”

Taylor signalled for Jafar to follow him as he leapt into a jogging pace. He could feel his heart rapidly thumping with excitement.

Finally, I’m coming for you, he thought, as images of Chandra passed through his mind. He felt new life in his bones at the realisation there might be a chance to save his friends yet.