First Comes Duty (The Hope Island Chronicles Book 2) (17 page)

Certain captains of League vessels, for some unfathomable reason, refused to answer hails. Nathan found the practice to be not only annoying but thoroughly unprofessional. The cruiser tried to track his fighter, but Nathan maneuvered around their best attempts. 

The Coventry’s lack of response irritated him. “Unidentified warship, this is Athenian naval escort vessel Outrider Five. Identify yourself immediately or I will fire into you.”

In response, the warship engaged her shields and struck out into the dark space with every sensor on the ship. Although
Insolent
operated in stealth mode, using passive sensors, she could not help but detect the warship now. His irritation grew at the Coventry’s failure to abide by League regulations. Nathan painted her engine room. He engaged no weapons, but as soon as the cruiser’s sensors detected the weapons lock, everything changed.

“Athenian warship, this is Royal Navy cruiser Staffordshire
.
Release your weapons lock immediately.”

“Staffordshire, from Outrider Five.”
Say please
, he was tempted to add. “Identity friend or foe, signal confirmed. Releasing weapons lock.”

Nathan waited but received no further communication from the cruiser. 

“Insolent, O/R Five.”

“Insolent. What the hell do you think you’re doing, Telford?” the captain growled.

“Insolent, O/R Five. I confirm the presence of a Royal Navy Coventry-class cruiser. Inbound to your location.”

“Yes, Telford, we caught on to that fact when you locked her up.” The silence lingered for many seconds. “Return to the boat immediately.”

“Outrider Five. Order confirmed, Captain.”  

He could not imagine just how diabolical Bradman’s response would be.

CHAPTER 28

Date: 4
^th
March 322 ASC.

Position: Traversing Bretish Commonwealth space. 

Status: Hyper lag time.

“Kyushu Maru, this is Outrider Five, requesting permission to come aboard.” Nathan resisted the urge to add the word
again
. He tried to appreciate that they were civilians, but after twenty minutes sitting on her six, the situation was becoming ridiculous.

“Outrider Five, this is Kyushu Maru,” the LSO said. “Please stand by.”

“Roger, Kyushu Maru. Outrider Five standing by.”

It’s going to be one of those days.
The convoy might be in Bretish space, but they were getting closer to the frontier with every passing day. He should be out on patrol, not warming his butt out here.

Well, you brought it on yourself.

After the incident at Triton, Bradman’s expected reaming did not eventuate. The FOO had had a few choice words with him, but her barely concealed smile dulled the impact. This had been the skipper’s best opportunity to date to drag him over the coals, yet he had chosen not to: odd behavior, and a little disconcerting.

However, yesterday’s incident had not been overlooked. Nathan considered that he had acted properly and within the rules of engagement set out for all League vessels. Apparently, the Bret commander advocated a different interpretation.

This time the FOO read him the riot act. No implication of a smile this time. Words stuck in his mind, such as “young fool”, “could have gotten yourself killed”, and Nathan’s personal favorite, “even if they deserved it”. Once again the skipper remained silent.

Until today.

Cross-cultural orientation is what they called it. At the end of the day, it meant he would have to spend the next ten days aboard the civilian ship. Ten days out of the pilot’s seat.

The Nihonese officer’s refusal to allow him to come aboard exacerbated a bad situation.

“Kyushu Maru, Outrider Five.”

“Kyushu Maru LSO, go ahead.”

“LSO, request permission to come aboard.”

“Outrider Five, LSO. Please stand by.”

He knew he should leave it there, but impatience got the better of him. “LSO, what’s the problem?”

“We are having a slight technical difficulty with our tractor and request that you stand by.”

“LSO, I am more than capable of coming aboard unassisted.”

A long pause, then a new voice: a woman’s, harsh, stringent.

“Outrider Five, this is Commander Chida, first officer of the Kyushu Maru. You will hold your position until we are ready to tractor you aboard. Understood?”

Nathan did not attempt to fight his immediate rush of blood. 

“Commander Chida, I do not require assistance to come aboard. I require only your permission to do so.”

“No vessel enters this boat bay under its own power. You will submit to our rules.”

“Commander Chida, I am not a landing boat pilot, I am a Monitor Corps officer and you will not treat me with such disrespect.” Nathan altered his tone to match the severity of the first officer’s. Disrespect, he had learned, was the worst of all possible accusations to make against a Nihonese. “Prepare to take me aboard.” Under League rules governing escort missions, the first officer could not refuse. The escort vessel’s word would always be law. In Nathan’s case, that might be a bit of a stretch. A long silence greeted his ultimatum.

“Outrider Five, Kyushu Maru.” The voice had softened moderately. “Who am I speaking to?”

“Ensign Nathan Telford.”

“Ensign Telford, I assure you, no disrespect was intended. Our standard operating procedure for bringing any craft aboard is tractor assistance only. They are the rules set down by the Nihon Mercantile Board. However, I have the greatest respect for the skill of Monitor Corps pilots and will acquiesce to your request.”

“Thank you, Commander Chida.”
And about bloody time.

Nathan brought his Specter in slowly, marveling at the immense size of the boat bay. Rotating his fighter, he parked at the rear of the boat bay.

While he shut down his systems, a service crew rolled out a gantry and parked it against the leading edge of his port dorsal.

The moment Nathan retrieved, he was beset by a pack of crewmembers jostling one another to assist him. He accepted their help, retrieved his kit from the small locker behind the combat sphere and sauntered down the gantry. His gloves and helmet had been handed to a tall, incredibly lean young man who stood by the foot of the ladder with his face pointing to the deck.

“Sir, welcome aboard the Kyushu Maru.” The young man bowed deeply from the waist, his voice muffled with respect and formality. “May I please take your bag?”

“And you are?”

“Sir, I am Rating Third Class Tabei.” His eyes remained downcast. Nathan had not seen such subservience since he was a slave under the heel of the Pruessen Empire.

“Thank you, Tabei, but I think I can handle this.”

The young rating squirmed. “Sir, please, it will reflect badly on me if I do not carry out my duty.”

“Your duty?”

“Sir, I am your steward.”

A steward for a visiting ensign?
I have so much to learn about these people.

“Well,” he sighed, “I wouldn’t want to get you into hot water.” He handed the Nihonese his kit. Tabei clutched it without looking up. 

“Sir, would you please follow me to your quarters?”

“Lead the way, Rating Tabei.”

Nathan was initially struck by the size of the ship. His first impression became reinforced during his short journey through the bowels of the mighty vessel. The corridors were huge, the overheads nearly three meters high, the sense of space mildly disorienting. If the
Kymu
followed the standard design pattern for a bulk freighter, then only ten percent of her displacement would be allocated to areas other than freight. This area generally ran along the spine of the ship, with the container rails positioned on either side. Ten percent of a ship with a displacement of four million tonnes made for a hell of a lot of legroom.

Nathan and his taciturn steward arrived at junior officers’ quarters on deck three. Tabei opened the hatch to his room and stood back. Nathan made himself a promise to get a smile out of the reserved young crewman before he returned to
Insolent
.

He could not believe the size of the room. If that was what junior officers rated, then the captain’s digs must occupy an entire deck. Soft, firm floor coverings underfoot, brightly colored walls, and a room in one corner containing the head and shower. Unbelievable opulence.

“Tabei, is this a standard stateroom for junior officers?”

“Yes, Sir. Both for ensigns and junior grade lieutenants.”

Nathan dropped onto the huge bed and sighed. “Tabei, I think I could get used to this.”

“Yes, Sir,” he said, his eyes not rising.

Nathan began removing his armor. Tabei, naturally enough, wanted to help. Nathan allowed him to remove the armor and pack it away, but when he attempted to help him undress, Nathan finally reached his limit.

“Thank you, Tabei, but this part I can handle by myself.” The steward stepped back, his shoulders slumping. Nathan felt sorry for him, but his sympathy would extend just so far. “Unpack my belongings and lay out my flight suit and shoes, would you.”

Tabei leapt at the opportunity to assist while Nathan started to extricate himself from the form-fitting V-suit. By the time the steward had laid out his clothes, Nathan had the suit off to the waist, but Tabei still didn’t catch on.

“I shall not require your services for a while, so why don’t you go and grab a coffee or something.”

Tabei glanced alternately between his shoes and Nathan’s chest. “Sir, have I done something to offend you?”

Oh, for crying out loud
. He contained his growing exasperation and forced a smile.

“Rating Third Class Tabei, I believe I can honestly say you are the best steward I have ever had. And I shall tell your superiors as much.”

Tabei bowed formally to show his gratitude.

“Right, now I need to be alone.”

“Sir, you wish me to leave?”

“I knew you’d catch on eventually.”

Tabei slunk from the room. At no time had he looked directly at Nathan.   

***

Freshly showered and clad in a spotless black flight suit, Nathan became restless after a few minutes of idleness. Cross-cultural orientation? What exactly did it entail? Surely, with quarters as fine as these, his stay wouldn’t be so bad.

Checking the room’s computer terminal, he looked for the term
cross-cultural orientation
and found nothing that specifically related to his current situation. He tried
transferred officers
and drew a blank. He stared at the blank screen for some time before being rescued by the buzz of a wall-mounted comm.

“Ensign Telford.” 

“This is Commander Chida.” The voice sounded hard but lacked the intransigent tone heard earlier. “Have you settled in all right?”

“Yes, thank you, Ma’am.”

“Good. Would you report to the bridge at your convenience?”

“I’m on my way, Commander.” 

“Very well. Chida out.”

Nathan leapt from the comm panel, stepped through the hatch and turned aft. He barely avoided tripping over Tabei, who sat on his haunches with his back resting against the bulkhead. The steward sprang to his feet, so startled by Nathan’s sudden appearance that he accidentally glanced at him. His eyes were hazel, and innocent beyond his years.

Nathan, feeling sorry for the poor devil, contained his annoyance. “Tabei, how do I contact you if I require your assistance?”

“Sir,” Tabei said, his gaze once again cast to the deck, “all inter-ship communication is routed through the main computer. You can contact me on a communications device all crewmembers carry.”

“Very well, Rating Tabei, then that’s what I’ll do. In the meantime, please do not lurk around my quarters.” He smiled. “Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Nathan headed aft toward the nearest lift. Arriving at deck one, he strode along the broad corridor until he came to the main bridge hatch. Unlike on a military ship, no security override barred his way. He stopped inside the hatch and made a quick head count. More than twenty officers and NCOs filled positions throughout the huge bridge.

“Engineering, report.” A familiar voice.

“Commander Chida, all systems are in the green. Buffers are fully charged and secured. Engineering stands ready to ingress on the captain’s command.”

“Very well,” Commander Chida said. Her jet black hair had been tied back so severely it flattened against her scalp. Around forty years old, she was hard-boned, her tone all business.

“Tactical officer, report.”

“Commander Chida, all systems functioning. I am showing green across the board.”

Unlike on any other vessel he had seen, the captain sat on a raised chair, above and apart from lesser beings. Chida was obliged to stand beside the captain’s chair in order to talk to him.

“Captain, all departments report condition green. The ship is prepared for ingression.”

“Very well, Commander,” the captain said. Nathan could not guesstimate his age, but the whiteness of his hair contrasted shockingly with the sallow greyness of his skin. “Inform the monitor we are waiting to proceed.”

You mean
Insolent
, surely?

“Aye-aye, Captain,” Chida said. She turned to a junior officer to her left and noticed Nathan for the first time. The commander sent him an acknowledging nod, then passed instructions to the younger officer.

“Captain, Insolent reports she is standing by for ingression. Navigator reports the course is set. I concur. Suggest helm match harmonics for ingression.”

“Very well,” the captain said.

“Captain, shields are set and we have matched harmonics with Insolent. The monitor is ingressing now. Recommend we proceed at dead slow speed and activate our hydro magnetic wave form generator.”

“Very well, Commander, proceed.”

Following another quick check of all systems, the helm officer piloted
Kymu
into hyperspace.

“Captain, ingression completed on identical harmonics with escort vessel. All systems are in the green. Insolent requests we make two-thirds speed at our earliest.”