Torian Reclamation 3: Test of Fortitude

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Test of Fortitude

 

The Torian Reclamation

Book 3

 

 

 

 

 

 

Andy Kasch

 

 

 

© 2014 Andy Kasch

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, religious bodies, corporate or governmental entities, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

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Contents

 

 

 

Hydro-Dwarf Planet 28, Torian Year 5356

 

Brigadier Gorbinshir climbed into the cockpit of the last fighter on the makeshift flight deck with rare enthusiasm. The disapproving body language of Colonel Halstov standing at the cavern wall was hardly a deterrent. Besides, Gorbinshir thought he also detected a slight air of hope about him. As second in command, Halstov knew better than to openly question Gorbinshir’s directives. But he must have considered it an eccentric impulse for the base commander to request a fighter and personally engage in what was sure to be a minor skirmish.

Admittedly, “minor skirmishes” frequently had a way of surpassing their advance billing in spectacular fashion. That was, after all, how Gorbinshir had risen to his current position.

This battle didn’t figure to be anything more than quick extermination, though. Gorbinshir certainly wasn’t displaying the same kind of recklessness the former Brigadier had when he joined in the attack run at the Torian space station several years ago. Yes, they had been confident of its immediate destruction at the time—and no, the incredible light weapon that destroyed the attacking squadrons was not something anyone could have reasonably foreseen. Still, high commanders were expected to refrain from directly partaking in such routine engagements, especially those in which casualties could be expected. It had obviously been an act provoked by the irresistible seduction of imminent glory.

Not this act. This one was motivated purely by cabin fever. Gorbinshir was sick of these caves and just needed to get out for a spell, any way he could. He wondered for a second if that was the reason he’d decided to destroy the visiting ships.

No. That wasn’t it. He was too well-trained to allow emotions to interfere with his command decisions. Chances were high that the visitors had witnessed the end of the training exercises as they arrived. It was unlikely they had seen much, or that they figured the Ossurian ships for anything other than local defense forces, but it was enough to potentially compromise the Ossurians’ carefully-guarded presence here. How unfortunate for the visitors.

Their ships failed to register a match within the Ossurian database, so the visitors were probably a yet-to-be-indexed race. It was, therefore, a fairly safe conclusion their world was not located on the outer edge of what was called the
Erobian Sphere
by the inhabitants of this portion of the galaxy. Those worlds had all been identified and, with one exception, temporarily dealt with. Some more reluctantly than others, to be sure, and some through the instigation of outright civil wars. But Ossur now had a strong foothold from which to proceed with the invasion.

When the cockpit canopy was sealed, Brigadier Gorbinshir fired the hover engines and the small dark craft came to life. The empty copilot’s seat next to him was, no doubt, one of Colonel Halstov’s concerns. Ossurian interstellar fighters were designed for crews of two to four and rarely operated solo. Gorbinshir was seeking a feeling of freedom today, and knew he could best find it with as much space around him as possible. He refused any crewmembers.

Gorbinshir eased the fighter across the cavern floor and finally out of the well-hidden cave mouth, leaving the darkness behind. Birds scattered from the tops of nearby trees along the canyon wall outside. There was air around him now, and the welcome openness of late-afternoon sunlight. He could already feel the tight mail of confinement begin to loosen and fall from his shoulders.

Confinement. That’s what living underground felt like. Too many months of this was starting to affect everyone. Sometimes Gorbinshir could perceive little difference between his existence and those of the natives they had enslaved and put to the mines. The life of the prison guard who gets to go home every night is not far removed from the life of those he guards. From a certain view of reality he is actually one of them, waning his days away in the same prison.

The saving consolation for Gorbinshir was that he knew his own confinement was temporary, and wholly necessary. Soon the general campaign against the Erobian Sphere would begin. The outer worlds were now mostly under Ossurian control. At the forward points, the underground bases on the hydro-dwarf planets were firmly established and perfectly concealed. The expansion would continue, vanquishing the evil classism infecting this portion of the galaxy and further securing the tranquil collectivism of Ossur. Once the Erobian Sphere was conquered, the progressive ideals which fostered Ossurian influence would forever be entrenched. This was a marquee occasion in the history of the galaxy.

Gorbinshir fired his main thrusters and spiraled his way upward, knowing Colonel Halstov would be less than appreciative of his acrobatic maneuvers. When he reached the upper atmosphere he straightened out, turned on his plotting screen, and positioned himself towards the fourth planet in the system. He activated the distortion field generator and waited for destination alignment. Seconds later, a ring of fire appeared around the hull of his ship and then he was rushing through bent space. In a few minutes he was there.

The sight of the bottled-up Latian fleet was always irritating to Gorbinshir. It made it impossible for him to enjoy the bright green scenery the gaseous fourth planet provided as a backdrop. Not because Gorbinshir cared for the plight of the Latians. They would eventually realize the fate of all Ossurian-conquered races: extermination or slavery, whichever they saw fit for themselves. Subjugated races were inferior, carried the seeds of rebellion, and could never attain a respectable status in Ossurian society.

The empty Latian transport ships in orbit here represented a minor defeat. Such annoyances could be acknowledged, but were never to be expected. Gorbinshir’s engineers had not yet designed a way to circumvent the security systems so that these numerous vessels could be re-employed for the Ossurian cause. That was just as frustrating as being constantly reminded of the setback.

Gorbinshir saw his own ships now, as he came around the front side of the anchored Latian fleet. His fighters looked poised and ready to run. Gorbinshir’s cockpit speaker crackled as the squadron leader acknowledged his approach.

“Brigadier, do you request the honor of leading the attack?”

“No, Captain.” Gorbinshir smiled as he realized how glad he was to be here. “I request the honor of observance, and acting as rearguard. What is the current position of the intruders?”

“No change. Our long-range scopes still show only four transport ships. We’re picking up a couple of blips now underneath them, so they may be deploying fighters.”

“More likely shuttles,” Gorbinshir answered. “But come ready for a fight, all the same. You better take us in before they launch additional craft.”

“Yes, Brigadier. Your screen should be synchronized now. We’re set to go in 19, 18, 17, if you have no objection.”

“No objection, Captain. Proceed. Destroy the transport ships and any fighters. If there are landing craft in route, intercept and escort them to platform four. We need to index the race, and increased production in the mines is always welcome.”

“Acknowledged.”

A few seconds later, the twenty Ossurian fighters simultaneously engaged their distortion fields and warped their way back to the small third planet which hid their base. They came out of distortion drive directly behind the four visiting transport ships.

The intruders were easy targets, having established orbit in a tight formation. Below them, three landing craft were deployed and nearing the atmosphere. No fighters. They obviously weren’t expecting trouble, whoever they were. The transport ships were small and couldn’t be carrying too many fighters.

The Ossurians weren’t planning on finding out. Gorbinshir remained in the rear and watched his squadron spread out for a uniform attack. Moving fast, they let loose with a timed missile barrage and then hit the ships with lasers as the missiles neared their targets.

It was over quickly. Only two of the transport ships managed to fire a defense laser before being overtaken in explosions that rocked and then ruptured their hulls. The Ossurian lasers connected with their outer distortion field rings before the missiles hit, effecting enough damage to prevent them from escaping into bent space. A second missile barrage was all it took to blow the intruders’ ships to pieces.

“Get on those shuttles!” Gorbinshir radioed. All three of the visitor’s landing craft had just vanished from sight into the planet’s atmosphere.

The Ossurians had no trouble running them down. The shuttles were moving slowly, as if they were first-time visitors following unfamiliar coordinates. They suddenly found themselves surrounded by hostile fighters hugging them tight. The universal language of lasers firing around them, and then one out in front pointing where the Ossurians wanted them to go, was clearly understood. Soon the shuttles and their impromptu escorts landed on platform four, a rocky plateau indistinguishable from dozens of others in the area.

How surprised the intruders must have been when the center portion of the plateau broke away from the outer edges and lowered them into an underground station. Gorbinshir and the remaining fighters flew back to the primary entrance tunnel deep in the nearby canyon.

An hour later, Gorbinshir walked into the grotto that served as Colonel Halstov’s office.

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