28-04-2003 21:58									#1
	Paradigms Support Apolyton or Terrorists Win

This is my 5th PBEM with MasterBuilder. This time I am the rabid industrialist Morgan and he is the power hungry Santiago. Should be a very different game than those of the past.

The only unique PBEM rule we agreed upon was to have only 1 SE change in 20 years in each of the major categories (government, economics, etc). This prevents the players from taking advantage of SE games, and makes you think long and hard before you make a SE decision. The AI is also helped since it is pretty hopeless at taking advantage of SE tricks.

We selected diverse factions: University, Cyborgs, Morgan (me), Santiago (MasterBuilder), PKs, Gaians, and Hive. It is very like original SMAC, but I didn’t want Miriam involved and MB wanted more hybrids, so the Orange Fanatics bit the dust.

We’ve decided to call this dialog Paradigms. I hope you like it.

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Sparta, MY 2101

Corazon watched as the workers continued to build Sparta Command all around her. She looked all around her and thought again how lucky they had been in landing here. The base was situated on high ground, over 800 meters from sea level and it offered them direct access to the sea. To the north a small peninsula provided a bridge to what seemed to be a larger land mass. There was also a high yielding nutrient sector to the north as well that would provide ample food supplies. As she watched the workers building under the supervision of the engineers she was filled with pride at her accomplishment. Since the moment the disaster had struck Unity their lives had been chaos. She had warned that fool Pravin Lal to take better security measures but he would not listen and they paid the price for that lack of judgment. After landing on Chiron she took control of the survivors in her pod and had organized them into three classes: soldiers, workers, technicians. Each person now had a caste that they belonged in and since the reorganization efficiency had improved along with morale. Sparta Command was almost done and from here she would build and explore and if need by conquer. In those first weeks she herself was almost at a loss at how to organize the survivors in the most efficient manner. Then she remembered her ancient history and how the Spartans had emphasized frugality, hard work and military discipline in order to conquer all of Macedonia. She quickly wrote up a framework and presented it to the men and women who had begun to follower her commands and they accepted it. At first some of the other survivors were angered about the new rules but the demands of Chiron made them see reality quickly. So in just over a month the Spartan nation was born. Corazon had vowed never to follow Pravin Lal again and his stupid United Nations rules since it was the rules that had brought them to this mess. Now, she had to clean it up.

“Colonel, a report has just come in from our scout rovers operating to the north.” A communication sergeant had walked up to her and handed her the note. After handing her the note he quickly saluted and waited for her to respond which she did promptly and then read the note:

To: Colonel Santiago
FROM: Captain Mars

SETREP REPORT
HAVE DISCOVERED ANCIENT ALIEN RUINS TWO SECTORS TO THE NORTH OF SPARTA COMMAND. SENT TEAM INTO TO INVESTIGATE RUINS AND FOUND ALIEN WRITINGS AND OTHER ARTIFACTS. WILL DISPATCH PICTURES AND ALL RELICS FOUND BACK TO SPARTA COMMAND. AREA IS RICH IN NUTRIENTS, MINERALS AND ENERGY. WILL CONTINUE TO SCOUT AHEAD AND FIND SUITABLE LOCATION FOR COLONY POD #1.

Corazon folded the report and stuffed it into her pocket. Alien ruins? So non-humans might inhabit this planet. She marched across the parade field to the communications bunker and control center. She opened the air lock and when through and quickly took off her environment suit. Inside she found her second in command Lt. Colonel Mansfield and his aide, Lieutenant Marks.

“Have you read this yet?” She reached in and pulled out the SETREP report.

“Yes Colonel I have.” Mansfield responded.

“I want to see plans by 20:00hrs today on how the command staff intends to deal with the possibility of alien life forms on Chiron. Make sure you take into account base security concerns as well. I want everyone to be armed from now on!” Corazon turned and walked into her office to begin her own work on the new security regulations so she was sure the command staff would not miss anything. The team was good but they were still learning and a good leader was always there to help teach his subordinates how to be better soldiers. The command team she had put together was top notch, the best people she could find from the survivors from the Unity nightmare. Mansfield had a good mind for organization and had been an officer in the European Coalition army; he was the obvious choice for her second in command. He was loyal and seemed to be content in he role as her second, no threat from him. The remaining command staff included Major Maxine “Max” West: base commander of Sparta Command, Major Robert Hudson: commander of all field operations, Major Pavel “Pete” Gregorivich: chief of intelligence and security, Major Janice Hunt: communications and operations. Major Blake “bulldog” Stewart: research and development, and lastly Major Harza Ibin’ Aliah: training and administration of the army/navy of the Spartan military. Corazon had also included one “civilian” representative as part of the command council, Master-Chief technician Summers Booth: director of all non-military construction projects and operations. At first Corazon was hesitant about including Booth but she had quickly proved her worth in helping to organize the workers and technicians.

*~*~*~*

Chiron, MY 2101

Of course, the landing was chaos, and now that they were on the ground there was hardship. The last moments of Unity had been harrowing and even now those last turbulent minutes were stark reminders on how close they all had been to a fiery death. Recriminations abounded: it was due to poor leadership; no, there were terrorists, and Santiago was implicated; low-bidder construction had doomed Unity from the start. Now that they were on the ground the situation was not much better. There had been many deaths at the landing; fully 40% more than the surviving command staff had projected. But then, the UN planners had assumed there would be an orderly selection of colony sites and time to take reasonable precautions during the landing. They had had none.

It seemed to Nwabudike Morgan that chaos was mankind’s default positions, and he liked it that way. An overly abundance of order meant that new, and superior, ideas would not be heard - but, not now. This was an opportunity, an opportunity to take disaster and remold it into something greater. It was also an opportunity to exert leadership on the milling drones that drifted this way and that. Some here had some ability to lead, but they had no vision. Those with vision had little leadership ability. In short, it was perfect.

Already a cadre had built itself around Nwabudike Morgan, a man with ideas and who knew how to make decisions. These flocked to him, and that was no accident. Even at the landing the CEO, as he was called, had identified and cultivated certain friendships, and deals had been struck. Each was private, seemingly at the expense of others for those that sought advancement. There was a power struggle to those who could discern it, and Nwabudike was at the center if this. Already one faction vying for supremacy, the tattered remnants of the Unity command staff, had been co-opted, driven to despair, or made irrelevant – Morgan’s first victory. With those out of the way or in his fold the others would be easy prey.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2102

Captain Mars had dispatched the alien relics back to Sparta Command for analysis and had been ordered to continue his reconnaissance. After coming across the first alien ruins he almost immediately found another. Rover team alpha was scouting on the right flank when they came across the dome. At first they had thought it was one of the Unity pods but as they had gotten closer they realized it was another alien site. Mars was contacted immediately and ordered the rest of the scout rovers to converge on the site. It had taken some time to find anything that looked like an entrance but they did and soon Mars and several other soldiers worked their way down into the labyrinth while the rest of the scouts stood guard.

As they went deeper into the structure they noticed the walls were covered in mathematic symbols and some language that they had not been able to decipher. After about 20 minutes of searching they came across one room that had a giant black box in it, the only object at all that they could find so far.

Mars and the team looked all around the box and the only thing he could find was a square panel with a green button on it.

“Are you going to try it sir?” His driver asked. Mars looked at him and then the two gunners that were part of the search team.

“Get ready and take your rifles off of safety, now stand back!” Mars stretched out his arm as far as he could and hit the green button and jumped back.

At first, nothing happened. Then suddenly the black metallic walls seemed to dissolve into dust, at one moment they were solid steel the next a black powder. What was inside the box made all of them step back a few more steps. It could only be called a robot of some sorts. A giant robot measuring over four meters in height and two meters in width. It had six giant legs that supported a hexagon shaped body. The torso area had a variety of might be called sensors and from the looks of it weapons of some sort. Mars swept his flashlight over the whole device looking at every detail. Behind him his driver and the gunners were talking back and forth guessing at what it might be. Mars knew though, somehow he knew, it was a war machine. The robot was encased in some sort of armor he had never seen and he had a good guess that those long probes on either side of the robot was some sort energy weapon, no this was a thing of war.

Suddenly a metallic object hit the floor next to the robot and Mars moved his flashlight to it. It looked like a clipboard or something. He walked slowly over to it and picked it up and put his light on it. It was about the size of a clipboard but looked more like a computer screen. It had two buttons at the bottom, one green and one red. Without even thinking, foolish when he later thought about it, he hit the green one. Suddenly the device lit up and the same writing on the walls began to flash on the screen. He watched for a few minutes as the other searchers crowded around him talking and looking at the screen. Nothing seemed to be happening at all the alien words kept flashing across the screen for some time and then it stopped. All four men looked at each other and then the robot moved.

All of them jumped back nearly a meter and landed with their guns at the ready. Mars knew that if this came down to a shooting match they would probably loose. What had he done? If this machine got loose and made its way back to Sparta Command it would probably destroy everything and everyone!

The machine began to talk in what was likely the alien language but it did not move any more. The other members of the recon team were constantly asking him questions as to what it was, what should they do? As if he knew the answer to that.

Then the machine said a human word that shocked them all.

“ORDERS”

The all looked at each other again

“ORDERS”

“How does it know our language?” His drive asked.

“THIS UNIT IS DESIGNED TO ADAPT TO LEARN. WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS”

“What are you?” Mars asked

“BATTLE UNIT X-303, OGRE CLASS MARK-I” It replied.

“What do you mean when you said, orders?” Mars asked.

“THIS UNIT AWAITS YOUR COMMAND INPUT FOR ANY TASK YOU REQUIRE”

“Can you leave this building and go back to the surface.” Mars asked

“AFFRIMATIVE.”

Mars thought for a moment and then asked several questions. “How do we control you, I mean, can we turn you off?”

“PRIMARY CONTROL IS ACCOMPISHED THROUGH VOICE COMMAND THAT IS LOCKED INTO THE VOICE PRINT OF THE OPERATOR WHO ACTIVATES THE COMMAND LINK DEVICE. TO DEACTIVATE THIS UNIT PRESS THE RED BUTTON ON THE CONTROL PAD.” It replied.

Mars stared down at what must be the control pad and found the red button next to the green. Mars turned to his driver.

“Radio back to base and inform them that we have a little surprise for them.” Mars smiled as his driver grinned to. The Colonel was going to get a very big surprise!

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2102

CEO Morgan was quite pleased. The last of his enemies was now suitably controlled by either their own ambition, and by joining his cause, or by their disgrace. As a result Nwabudike Morgan rose to the top, and since he had acted through proxies it appeared that he was the peacemaker, a true leader that was above all the down and dirty politics.

Now that those unpleasant struggles were done it was time to get to business, which was business. Morgan Industries had now been established and the second half of their colony was now setting off toward a rich river system. When established, the new base would likely be more lucrative than Industries, despite having access to a wonderful lode of nutrients that did much to feed a growing population.

It was worrying that there were no other signs of Unity either in the form of communications from the other leaders or Unity Pods, which were supposed to contain all the needs a colony could want. That was worrisome since if all the Unity Pods failed to deploy it was likely that their colony pod was the only one to survive. And, if that was true then they were the only survivors of all of humanity.

This would be an awesome responsibility, the biggest of the CEO’s long career and one befitting his character. Who else could help humanity achieve its true potential by shaking off its dusty past? Who else had the vision and the drive to lead humanity to a new, glorious age of prosperity? The answer was simple, and CEO Morgan knew he was the man to get this done.

	28-04-2003 21:59									#2
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Sparta, MY 2103

Corazon stood slightly in front of the command staff as they all examined the “ogre” as it had come to be called. It was off now and the best team of technicians the Spartans had just left after spending over three weeks studying the robot. When the senior technician left he handed Corazon the control pad and now she held it in her hand beside her leg tapping it against it.

“Well, what did the find out?” Corazon asked as she continued to stare at it, not bothering to turn around to ask the question.

“Colonel, absolutely nothing.” Replied master-chief Summers Booth.

Corazon turned and looked at Booth with a slight glare of anger. “What does that mean, nothing?”

“It means exactly what I said, nothing. This technology is so far ahead of us, even the technology we left behind on Earth was nothing when compared to this, Colonel.” Booth walked past Corazon and everyone followed her with their gaze as she walked up to the robot and began pointing at the legs.

“These legs are capable of speeds equal to our speeder at full velocity and they can crush solid stone up to two feet thick like it was tissue paper.” She then pointed at the main torso of the robot and rubbed her hand along the red armor it was incased in. “This armor is capable of withstanding any weapon we currently have in our inventory. We also tried to cut through it with our plasma cutting torch and it could not even scratch it.” She then reached into her pocket and took out a pointer and extended it and touched the right side of the robot that had two long tubes, about a meter long, that were encased in a crystal lattice. “These lasers, for want of a better term, can cut through every know substance we have like it was butter. They can also be activated to send out a shower of high energy pulses that when they hit explode and spare molten rock or steel or whatever it hits over a five meter area.” She then taped the top of the robot. “Up here in the targeting system it has the ability to see in almost every spectrum of light and can target, track and maintain a lock on up to 200 targets! This machine probably can do even more but as of yet we have not put it through its paces.” She then moved back to the torso area and tapped it with pointer. “In here is the power cell, we think, and it requires no recharging or refueling of any kind. This machine is self-sustaining. I suppose its one weakness would be want of spare parts. If any of the components became damaged or the armor was to crack we could not repair it anyway.” She then turned back to the group. “What is most aggravating about it is that it will not tell us more. It will not tell us how it learned our language, it will not tell us how to translate the writings on the ruins it will not do anything beyond a set number of commands it seems: attack, patrol, defend, off, on, fire, kill, move to here, move to there. That’s really about it. Perhaps in a century or more we might be able to unlock the secrets of this machine but not now.” She then collapsed the pointer into her hand and put it back into her pocket.

Corazon did not say a thing. Basically what had fallen into her hand was a weapon that had a limited combat life cycle of tremendous power. They could try and tear it apart for years and render it useless and never discover a thing. On the other hand the mere sight of this thing as it thundered into Sparta Command and stopped in the parade grounds had made about half of the city quake with fear. This was a weapon of last resort. When used it would destroy until it was destroyed in turn. The key was that she held that power and that would secure her fledging command for some time.

“I want a special bunker built for the ogre at once. I will keep the control pad locked in my safe so that the command staff only has access. For now we have the means to defend ourselves if attacked by whatever might be out there.” Corazon turned and began walking to the airlock. “What reports do you have on the scouts and second colony pod?” She asked as she moved to put her suit in order before going out.

“The colony pod crossed the land bridge and is safely on the other side. It should arrive at the future colony site next turn. Our scouts are still searching eastward for another land bridge to the east. Perhaps they might meet some of the other survivors of the Unity since it seems likely that if the magnetic field of the planet guided us to the southern pole it might have done the same for the others.” Replied her second in command Mike Mannsfield.

“Don’t count on it.” Replied Corazon. She was beginning to become very worried that they might find themselves on a small island cluster with nowhere to go and without the means to get anywhere. In some sense it might be good since the society the world she was beginning to build was a far cry from the one that Pravin Lal always talked about during their meals on Unity. But, he was now most likely dead in space or someplace else since she doubted that he had the stamina to withstand the rigors of this planet.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2103

“We’ve received some sensor data from our scout escorting our colony group through this alien vegetation. They’ve broken through and are in the river valley! Even better, there is a rainy sector in the river plain that will be prefect to provide the new colony’s needs. They’re best estimate is that they’ll be ready to establish a full working base within the year,” Minister Travis said.

“Excellent, Excellent!” the CEO said as he leaned back in his impromptu command chair. “Any word on the expected Unity Pods? Or the limits to this landmass?”

“No, sir. There are no Unity pods that we can see, and our very crude topographical data suggest we are on at least a small island, although there may be a bigger landmass to the southwest. At this point we just don’t know.”

“Keep me informed,” Nwabudike said. “Now, please send in the contract administrator since we have to complete the paperwork authorizing our colony pod.”

Travis smiled. He knew the history behind the polite contrivance of the ‘contract administrator’. Although he would never admit to the details, all he would say is that the CEO was a man who enjoyed life.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2104

Corazon sat in the front row of the briefing room listening to Mannsfield give the first report of the daily briefing. Over the past few turns it had become customary for Corazon to sit the front row alone and then behind her in the four remaining rows sat the command staff, as they waited to give their reports at the daily briefing, along with their aides and staff. The briefing room was the largest room in the command bunker structure and it was used frequently to hold training sessions or for the junior staff officers to make reports to their respect section chiefs but the first meeting of the day was always the daily briefing at 08:00hrs.

“As you can see from today’s briefing book everything was quiet last night, nothing of any importance to report today. So if Major Hudson would like to be next he can bring us up to speed on Captain Mars’ progress.” Mannsfield turned to his right and exited from the podium as Major Hudson shuffled behind Corazon and walked up to the podium.

“Good morning. I have both good news and bad news to report. If you will turn to section three of the briefing book you will find the latest map that was compiled by Captain Mars. As you can see we are on an island.” A few groans from the rows in the back rows could be heard at the sound of this. “Yes, I know, I know, we all hoped that there would be land bridge out there to connect us to the large continent that long range radar shows is there. But, that is not the case. However, the good news is that Captain Mars reports he has found an excellent colony site at the far end of the island. It offers high terrain and is strategically positioned to give us good coverage to the east. The geographic details are there for everyone to review so I won’t waste time up here today going over them. You should all review them and become familiar with the topography just in case any of you find yourselves over there. The one point I will bring up is that the area to the east the mountain range is rather dry; perhaps it has something to do with the wind patterns that blow west to east but suffice it to say there are few areas of fertile soil and free moisture. That makes the site Mars found all the more important. Lastly, Captain Mars will now be working his team of rover scouts westward and explore the area there. Now I think Major West has something for us.” Hudson shifted to the right just like Mannsfield and Major West came up to the podium.

“Good morning. Please open your briefing books to section four. In there you will find the latest map coordinates and status of our colony pod in the west. As you can see the pod is now three sectors west of us and it should arrive next turn at the colony area and begin construction of the base, which should be completed by 2106, one turn to get there and another turn to set-up. Once the base is on-line Captain Mi Li Woo will assume command of the base and will operate independent of Sparta Command. The colony site chosen has been changed to this area here as shown on page section four page three. The alternate site has higher elevation, over 1,000 meters above sea level and it has a river that should provide and excellent boost to energy production for the site. Unless the command staff has any objection to the new site it will stand.” West looked around and no one spoke. “Also, on page five you will find the training schedule for the base garrison. Captain James Stinger will take his infantry company out for training and maneuvers to the north. They will be gone for some time but with the ogre here at Sparta Command we have ample protection for the base. Colonel Santiago has already approved the request and the training schedule. When the garrison returns they should be a lean and mean fighting machine, a cohesive unit. Captain Stinger has done an excellent job with his company and Major Harza has developed and excellent training protocol for the company. Since landing there has been little time to get the troops into the field and this should do wonders to hone their skills and build a stronger team. I think Major Stewart is next and last if I believe.” Again the shuffle occurred and Major Stewart had the floor.

“Good morning. If you will turn to the last section of the briefing book you will see in detail our progress with the ogre. Which is to say there is none. However, the weapons system of the ogre has been very helpful to us in learning about the optics of focused energy weapons and it has given our research technicians some insight that could prove useful in making any future breakthroughs in energy weapons. Our work with the ogre is still on going but if the ogre would be needed none of what we are doing would inhibit it at all.” Stewart turned and exited the podium. As he left Corazon stood up and turned around.

“Excellent work. Progress and positive action even after the bad news we got from Captain Mars about the land bridge. We always need to look for the positive, turn the situation around so it works for us. There is no such thing as a bad position on the battlefield just a poor commander who doesn’t know how to take advantage of what he has been allotted. Now, ON YOUR FEET!” Corazon barked and they all jumped up and saluted and she saluted them back. “DISMISSED!”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Antimatter, MY 2104

“Yes, this is a fine location,” Morgan said as he looked over the flood plain. “In fact, it is almost all that I could hope for considering we are on an alien world. The rainy sector is already producing a fine assortment of food, and an adequate amount of minerals for our infant industrial facilities.”

Senior Aide Rothchild nodded. After all, what was there to disagree with? His statements were self-evident. Morgan took a deep breath through his breathmask and wished, not for the first time, that he could experience this world without such a cumbersome contrivance. Perhaps one day he would alter the planet, making its atmosphere and biome more amenable to humans.

“Ah,” Morgan continued, “those are trivial. The real prize is the energy! With this base we have increased our energy output from a mere 3 terraquads to seven due to the rich hydro power that is so easily accessible!” Morgan turned to his aide. “Any update from our scientists? What is their revised schedule for a breakthrough based on this new and quite generous budget they have been given?”

“Sir, I was hoping to save this for the state dinner tonight, but since you are interested I’ll tell you now. They expect a breakthrough in a mere 4 years, and have decreased their research cycle from 11 to 6 years!”

Morgan smiled and his stark white teeth contrasted with his dark ebony skin.

Erin Rothchild saw this and shuddered. Morgan’s smile had no joy in it – it was the smile of victory, or one of a conqueror.

“Excellent!” the CEO said. “Excellent. See that they give us something useful, and be sure to mention a large bonus if they are successful. We reward success, Rothchild.”

Erin nodded and Morgan turned away to look over the rich plain again, and Erin wondered what happened to those who aren’t successful?

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2105

Captain Mars deployed the scout rovers in a crescent attack formation and they were now racing at top speed towards the creature. Through the mag-glasses the creature was almost indescribable, as if drawn from someone’s nightmare. It had a circular torso about three meters thick and on the top, or head, it had perhaps eight to nine trunks or tubes that flailed about and at the base thousands of tiny tendrils that seemed to propel it forward. As the team began to approach the gunners in each rover stood up and manned the high velocity machine gun/grenade launcher mounted to the roof of each vehicle.

“Do not open fire until I give the order! Confirm command by the team!” Mars yelled into the comm.-link.

“Team one-Affirmative!”
“Team two-Affirmative!”
“Team three-Affirmative!”
“Team four-Affirmative!”
“Team five-Affirmative!”
“Team six-Affirmative!”
“Team seven-Affirmative!”
“Team eight-Affirmative!”
“Team nine-Affirmative!”
“Team ten-Affirmative!”
“Team eleven-Affirmative!”
“Team twelve-Affirmative!”
“Team thirteen-Affirmative!”
“Team fourteen-Affirmative!”

All teams confirmed the order and Mars continued to watch through the mag-glasses as the rover got closer. The creature did not seem to even notice their advance as the rovers continued to close the distance and then it began to jerk and swing violently. That was enough for Mars.

“All teams- OPEN FIRE!” He yelled and every gunner in each rover began to spray machine gun fire and rapid-fire grenades into the creature. The bullets and grenades began to tear into the creature blasting bits of it to pieces and then it began to vomit or spew thousands upon thousands of tiny spores into the air that when they hit the rovers or soldiers began to burn into them. The re-breather units on everyone’s environment suit began to get clogged and overheat. However, the grenades and machine gun fire were quickly taking a toll on the beast or creature. In a matter of three minutes only one or two tubes or trunks were left and the creature was sagging badly to one side and then it simply exploded apart as one of the grenades managed to lodge itself inside, deep inside, and blew it apart. The team closed the distance to the remains of the creature and came to a stop. Mars jumped out first and looked around at the rover crews. Some of them looked a bit beat up and some definite repair time was needed for vehicles and environment suits but everyone was alive.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Antimatter, MY 2105

“I see that our territory to the northwest is truly fine,” Morgan said as he looked over a few quick annotated old-fashioned photographs. They showed a rolling and rainy terrain with a moderate to significant amount of mineral resources. “But, this,” he continued, pointing to the lands to the north at the headwaters of Morgan River Valley, “is not acceptable.”

“That is xenofungus, Sir,” Rothchild said.

“I know that!” Morgan said. “I want it removed. There are likely useful materials under this pink blight, and that will not do. I also understand it has impeded almost all efforts at movement by our scouts.”

“Except along Morgan River,” Rothchild said. “Our scouts have made fine progress to the north and southwest, and have fully plotted the river.”

Morgan looked at Rothchild and then at his map and decided not to press his irritation at the alien plant growth. “Any word on what lies beyond?”

“So far our reports are scanty. Our northern scout will be in open terrain and has orders to move north-northwest. We’ll see how big our territory is at that point. I’m more hopeful of our scout to the southwest, although they may be blocked by fungus. Our hopes for a large territory rest on them, I’m afraid.”

“See that they don’t enter the fungus unless necessary. The scouts have been delayed too much as it is. Any small diversion is worth the decreased risk of total failure!”

Rothchild nodded and accepted his judgement, which was easy since it was what he would have done in his place.

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Sparta, MY 2106

Corazon walked into the main conference room of Sparta Command for the morning briefing report. Everyone in the room jumped to attention as Lt. Colonel Mannsfield yelled “COMMANDING OFFICER ON THE DECK!” Corazon glanced around the room as she walked to her customary seat in the front room for the briefing. Since the discover of the Unity supply pod by the Sparta Command garrison she had been able to implement one of her ideas, official uniforms for every Spartan soldier, tech and worker. The pod had been filled with a vast amount of energy supplies along with a bounty of tools, computers, raw building supplies and fabric. Once all the items had been transported back to Sparta Command Corazon had decided it was time for the Spartans she had wasted no time in designing the new uniforms. Prior to this everyone had “cobbled” together whatever was available and tried to make them into uniforms. Soldiers, workers and technicians would all get issued several sets of new uniforms in accordance with their job classification.

The soldiers were all dressed in knee high black boots and the pants were black and fairly tight with a wide red strip running down the side and were tucked into the boots. A high collared tunic of dark gray material trimmed in red made up the top part of the uniform. The tunic was fairly big and looked more like a jacket in size then a shirt with the bottom edge of the tunic ending just below the top of the thigh. The tunics had a large black belt that carried a pistol holster, ammo clip holder and a knife scabbard. Officers had an additional cross belt that went over their left shoulder and hooked to the belt. Over each right breast pocket was an identification plate of silver metal with the name of the soldier and above that any awards they had earned. Rank markings were pinned to epaulets on each shoulder and on the high collar on the right side were the insignia for the city the soldier was from and on the right which unit/profession he was assigned to. For headgear everyone wore a black beret with the Spartan symbol on it.

Technicians wore the same boots and pants but for the shirt they wore a knee length smock, gray in color that was double breasted and trimmed in gold, it looked like a large laboratory coat. The smock had very large wide collars that had a pin on one side indicating which city they came from and on the other side one that indicated which technical branch they belonged to. Technician rank markings were placed just above the nameplate over the right hand breast pocket. Underneath the large lab coat they wore a simple white collared shirt and they wore a gold colored beret with the same Spartan symbol on the front.

Workers had the most utilitarian outfit of the three, a black jumpsuit and black boots. The jumpsuit had numerous pockets and all rank and classification markings were made of Velcro patches that were stuck on the upper arms and over the right breast. Workers could either wear a red construction “hard hat” or a beret.

The field uniforms for soldiers was the same jumpsuit design as the workers but had camouflage color of browns, grays and some orange (to simulate the fungus) and brown boots. All insignia and rank markings were either black in color or the same color camouflage as the uniforms and attached by Velcro patches just like the workers. Environment suits and facemasks were of the same color and design as the field suits.
Today was the official “first day” that everyone would be required to wear the new uniform.

Corazon moved across the room and sat down in here customary seat.

“You may begin Colonel”

“Thank you Colonel Santiago. Now, the first order of business for all commanders will be to insure that the uniform code has been implemented and that their subordinates are following it to the letter. Demerits will be issued to any soldier, technician or worker that that does not follow the new dress code. Is that clear?” Mannsfield waited for about a minute while looking around the room. This was done more to emphasize the new rule than actually expecting any questions.

“Now, I have been told by Colonel Santiago that Major Hazra will be next to talk about a new policy to be implemented at the start of next month.” Mannsfield turned and stepped down from the podium. Major Hazra quickly walked to the front and stepped briskly onto to the platform.

“Over the past month Colonel Santiago and my team have been working on a new training program for every Spartan citizen. With the discovery last turn of the native life on Chiron it has become clear that we live on a very dangerous planet. Add that to the fact that there might be descendents of the aliens that built the ruins we have discovered and that makes the picture even worse. What we intend to do is implement a basic training program for every person to insure the security of our people. This will be in addition to any current training that is in place. Starting at age 12 every Spartan child will have to begin a regime of weapons and hand to hand combat training. This training will include infantry tactics and skill development. Should any attack ever be directed at one of our cities every Spartan, like the ones from ancient Sparta, could defend these walls effectively as trained soldiers could. Perhaps the descendents of the aliens that built the borehole or the other places migrated to the equator areas, we just don’t know. If they did move north perhaps it was due to the creatures we have found here recently that drove them off or the fungus, we just don’t know. That “not knowing” is why we need to be prepared. Our people will be the best soldiers and we will not falter in our defense. Our people will survive. Now, if you turn to section one of the briefing book you will find all of the details for the new program laid in stages for implementation. Currently we have very few children to train but we do have a great number of technicians and workers that have no military training at all. These people will get top priority in receiving training first. Under the current plan it will take about five turns to get everyone trained and get the children started but it will be worth the effort. The children will undergo a more extensive training protocol than the adults but once again the effort will pay for itself. We will get a better crop of soldiers to pick from and our cities will be defended far better than they are now. Thank you.” Hazra quickly nodded his head towards Corazon and then turned and left the podium.

The next person to walk up the podium was Major Hudson.

“Good morning. If you will all turn to section three of the briefing book you will find the current status of our rover scout unit. Captain Mars has been ordered to move westward to investigate the area around the borehole since no further exploration can occur in the east. If you read the intelligence report from Captain Mars he believes that the creature he encountered was attracted to his scouts because of their travel through the fungus. We should try to avoid any travel through the fungus if it all possible. I wou-” Mars was interrupted by Colonel Santiago.

“Perhaps we should conduct a few experiments to confirm this. It would also offer a chance for all of our troops to engage one of these creatures so that they can become battle hardened. All the training in the world does not completely prepare you for the real thing, don’t you agree Major?”

“Yes and no Colonel.” Hudson folded his arms behind him. “Perhaps sometime in the near future we could “attempt” such a maneuver but I would recommend further investigation. What if we were to attract not just one but ten or even hundred of these lifeforms could our forces withstand that? I don’t think so. However, I will coordinate some research along that line with Major Hazra and Master Chief technician Boothe.”

Corazon merely nodded her head.

“Now I believe Major West will conclude today’s briefing.” Hudson walked down from the poduum and Major West walked up.

“Good morning. If you will turn to section five you will find a proposal forwarded by me to Colonel Santiago. In that proposal I have recommend that base commanders be given new titles, Commandant. As commandant the base commander will have special responsibilities that cover many areas and by removing the commandants from the direct chain of command this will elevate them to a new status. Colonel Santiago has agreed to this change so from today henceforth I will be addressed as Commandant West along with Commandant Woo. After the meeting you can review at your leisure the change in command structure and how that pertains to operations.” West nodded to Santiago and stepped down. The primary reason Santiago had for changing titles was simple, turf wars. The rank of commandant would be given certain “special” licenses so that in time of emergency they would have supreme power over all forces in their territorial boundaries. The commandants advisory committee was to be established as soon as Woo got her base up and running and that committee would be independent of the command council. Each commandant would have the ability declare a state of emergency and assume both tactical and strategic control of any forces that were nearby.

West nodded to Santiago and stepped down and Corzaon stood up.

“I know we are making a lot of new changes but I feel that these are crucial improvements to our command structure. In some sense today is truly the first day for the Spartan people. We are people with a new cause, a new purpose. We will survive and thrive on Chiron no matter what it takes!” Santiago barked at them and they all jumped up nearly in unison and saluted her. Santiago looked at each one of them and then returned the salute.

“Now, lets get to work!”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2106

“Rothchild,” Morgan said. His voice boomed across the conference table.

He looked up.

“I want you to recall our two garrisons to Morgan industries and Morgan Antimatter. They have done their duty and surveyed a good amount of territory, but I am concerned about the native life forms. If some should prove hostile then our cities would be defenseless, and I will not stand for that.”

‘Yes, sir. Shall I recall the Unity garrison or the native garrison to Antimatter?” Rothchild said.

“The Antimatter garrison is expendable. Recall the Unity scout. Have them travel down that fungus infested river as soon as possible, and have the Antimatter scout continue traveling southwest,” Morgan stated.

“They are running out of room that has no fungus. Evenually they’ll have to try to penetrate.”

“Understood. Tell them to do their best,” Morgan said. “Now, to business. We expect our first breakthrough in a year or two, and it had better be good. Also, our new capital is poised to experience a major expansion due to the nutrient lode we have been fortunate enough to harvest. We need to consider what we will do with this expansion, and how it will be effected.”

Morgan looked his advisors in the eyes, looking for weakness or indecisions. He found none.

“Here is my plan…”

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2107

Colonel Santiago watched from the platform as the 1st infantry company performed a pass a review by platoons. The unit had returned several days ago from their training exercise that had lasted two turns. The men and women that returned were now highly motivated, disciplined and ready for any situation that might arise. But most importantly they worked as a team with one purpose to accomplish the mission.

Santiago snapped to attention as second platoon marched past in precise order and in step. Corazon whipped her hand up for a salute while they marched past and crisply dropped it as the last rank of soldiers went by. There were a total of six platoons in the 1st infantry company; four combat platoons, one support platoon and the headquarters platoon. Corazon continued to salute each platoon as it passed and as the last platoon marched past her heart was filled with pride in their accomplishment.

“Colonel Mannsfield, have you ever seen better troops?” Corazon asked.

“No Colonel I have not. I have always liked the old soviet army parade step as the preferred marching technique. It just looks better.” Mannsfield replied.

“I agree Colonel, that is why when I was writing the manual at arms regulations I borrowed that particular marching step. I had toyed with using the old nazi Germany marching step but I felt it was lacking the style or should I say the rhythm that this one offers.”

“Did you ever consider the standard march step used by most armies?” Mannsfield asked.

“No, not really. This marching technique requires intense training and practice. Those others marches only require you to shuffle about with no hardly any practice at all. No, this will be the new Spartan battle march!” Santiago snapped to attention again as the commanding officer of the 1st infantry company marched to the platform and saluted, which Santiago acknowledged with her salute.

“Captain, dismiss your soldiers for some well earned leave.” Santiago turned and walked down from the platform onto the parade grounds with Mannsfield in tow.

“Colonel, I did have one other issue to bring to your attention today. Just before the pass and review I was informed by one of the technicians aides that they might have made a breakthrough in laser technology. Studying the ogre seems to have paid off. We will soon have our own laser weapons.” Mannsfield reached into his environment suit and handed Corazon the message.

“Once we get the first proto-types done I want the 1st to be equipped with them as quickly as possible and then send them back out for field testing. Understood Colonel?” Santiago asked as they reached the air lock to the command bunker.

“Loud and clear!” Mannsfield replied with a grin on his face.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Antimatter, MY 2107

“Better and better,” Morgan said to himself. “The west holds even more rainy sectors, and another river! Our colonization will go very well, oh yes!”

Even as he prepared for bed the good CEO had visions of grand cities with towers that reached for the sky, and an economic powerhouse that would be unparalleled in the history of humankind. With this power he would be able to finally tap the entrepreneurial spirit of humanity and, once unfettered by stodgy ideologies and hollow theories, allow him to conquer his surroundings. The limp-wristed ecologists were gone, as were those who espoused idiotic military, religious, or political theories. All of these served to cloud the mind.

In this respect Morgan knew his mind was free of such rubbish. Ecological, religious, and political positions were to be taken when they were advantageous, not because of any innate value they might hold. Indeed, the very idea was ludicrous, since they had no value at all! They were mere constructs.

With that happy thought Morgan slipped out of his silk robe and crawled into bed.

*~*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY2108

Corazon watched the two fighters make a slow circle around the ring. She was studying them intently trying to match up abilities and attributes. Basically you had the classic match up strength versus speed. Cadet Ilene McShay was 5’ 8” and was an excellent kick boxer and the fastest cadet in the training class. Cadet Mike Thomas was 6’ 5” and weighed in a 245lbs of pure muscle. Speed versus strength

“Colonel, who have you bet on?” Major Harza asked.

“I wagered on cadet McShay.” Corazon replied as she continued to study the two fighters. “McShay might look like she is the weaker of the two and I am sure that is exactly what cadet Thomas is thinking and that will be the reason why he will loose. 90% of the time most fights are won or lost before the battle has even begin. If you look at any battle throughout history one side failed to anticipate or correctly estimate the true strength of the opponent. In this case, cadet Thomas has been bragging about how easy this match will be. That is what this battle will turn on.”

Thomas suddenly began to throw a series of blows at McShay who easily dodged the blows and then quickly aimed a kick at his leg, just behind the knee, that caused Thomas to collapse. Once Thomas hit the floor McShay leaped into the air and crashed down on him with all of her weight, her knee ended up right on top of his throat. Thomas began to thrash about but McShay kept the pressure up and Thomas quickly passed out from lack of oxygen. The bout was over.

“You see Major. I was over before it began.” Corazon stood up and snapped a salute towards the young female cadet who had hardly broken a sweat during the match. She quickly returned the salute, pride filling her eyes. Corazon moved out into the aisle and out the doors in the back of the auditorium, her bodyguards following a respectful distance. The bodyguards had been a new requirement for all senior commanders since the attempted assassination on Lt. Colonel Mannsfield. Not everyone it seemed was as overjoyed with the new Spartan lifestyle. Some had even left the new colonies hoping to build a new life. Corazon had ordered no pursuit or rescue was to take place for these people. Better that they left and allowed the remaining members to grow and prosper without the distractions of these dissenters. Only about a hundred people had fled many of them were United Nations administrators who had refused to take the Spartan oath of allegiance since they still clung to some belief that Pravin Lal was alive. Over the past seven turns they had become more sullen as the reality of their situation become clear. Many of them had worked as laborers during that period, secretly plotting to overthrow Corazon and her command council but the bulk of the people seemed to be with Corazon and her new “order”. Some supplies were stolen and about 124 people just disappeared overnight with two haulers. Tracks seemed to indicate that they went west into the unknown but chances are they were dead by now.

Corazon entered the airlock with her new “team” and let room cycle the air out and then the outer door opened. It had been a long day but her evening had been profitable. She had forbidden gambling for energy credits amongst her officers but other “wagers” could be made. For instance, Lt. Colonel Mannsfield would have to shine her boots for a month and Major Harza would have to iron her uniforms.

The elite body guards watched as Colonel Santiago began to leave the airlock and for a few of them they actually thought they saw the Colonel smile for once.

	28-04-2003 22:01									#4
	Enter the AD-FREE zone

Morgan Antimatter, MY 2108

“CEO, I am happy to present to you the first of many fruits of our labor: speculations for the terraformer!” Rothchild said.

Nwabudike almost glowed. He reached over and took the datapad from his loyal aide and started examining the designs.

“This will allow us to improve the productivity of our already fertile lands,” he said as he looked over the specifications. “Farms, trees, roads…good! Ah, and solar panels! Excellent! And sensors for defense.”

He looked over at his scientific team, who were happy the CEO was happy. “How much time will these improvements require?”

“It varies,” Dr. Albert said. “Roads go in the quickest in as little as a year for flat terrain. The longest are solar panels due to their complexity. The rest, like farms and forests, lie somewhere in between.”

“What is your recommendation?” Morgan asked.

“Considering the richness of our land, I recommend roads,” the doctor said. “This will allow us to connect our holdings, and expand more quickly. It will also add efficient to efforts to modify the land when you decide it is profitable.”

Morgan nodded. He could understand and agree with everything this man was saying. He liked that – no multi-syllable double talk or evasions. His statements were quick and to the point, and devoid of any arcane high-mindedness. Good.

“I agree,” Morgan said. “Change the production here at Antimatter as soon as possible, and I authorize the allocation of up to 25 megacredits to complete the terraformer in an expedient manner. After the colony pod at Morgan Industries is complete start a former here.”

The team nodded. So far everything had gone as planned.

**~*~*

Sparta, MY 2109

Corazon walked into the main research lab with the command staff and was promptly greeted by Major Blake Stewart, command staff member and director of all military research and development.

“Good morning Colonel. If you will follow me I will show you what we have built.”

Stewart guided them over to the far side of the room and opened the large service door that opened up to a long corridor. Just on the other side of the door was a laser cannon. The cannon sat on a pneumatic tripod attached to a tracked sled, very similar to the haulers used to carry cargo around. However, this modified hauler had a large power cell attached to it along with a several other devices that Santiago could only guess what it was. On the top of the tripod was a nearly three meter long tube that had a crystal lattice network, very similar to the ogre weapon, wrapped around half of the weapon. At the rear of the cannon was a firing control station and sighting mechanism.

“As you can see Colonel, this version is the heavy weapons version of the laser. This laser cannon is the infantry version but it can be very easily modified to mount on a vehicle. We have also made laser rifles.” Stewart reached under a table and pulled out a red and gold rifle, highly polished and sleek. In some ways it looked like the cannon but it had a trigger and stock. “They lack much of the firepower of the cannon but are far more effective than our assault rifles. This first production model is yours Colonel.”

Santiago reached over and took the weapon and put it immediately into her shoulder. The long corridor was the weapon testing range and she immediately pulled the trigger. There was a second or so delay, no recoil, and then a thin jet of white energy erupted from the tip and instantaneously tore a chunk of concrete from the wall.

“It has a magazine of 12 charges and then you have to replace the battery cell. But an infantryman should be able to carry a considerable number of cells. Also, we are working on a portable charging station so units can reload their cells quickly. Now, let me show you the cannon!” Stewart walked behind the cannon and flipped a few switches on the control council. A loud hum began and the crystal coils began to light up. Stewart seemed to be watching the control panel and when a green light came on he reached to the side of the panel and hit a switch. The air in the room got very warm and then a blinding white light flared at the end of the cannon and a beam of energy shot at the wall and blew it to bits.

“Colonel, we should be able to equip every infantry unit with these in a matter of a few years then the rovers.” Stewart reported. Corazon walked down the long corridor till she reached the end observed the damage up close. The cannon was by far more powerful than the machine guns or grenade launchers by far. This was a weapon of pure power.

“Excellent work Major. I intend to award your entire section with a citation for work on this project. Well done!” Corazon yelled as she quickly walked back down the hall.

“Now, show me how to fire this!” Corazon asked as she reached for the controls.

*~*~*

Morgan Antimatter, MY 2109

“And I christen this fine device Terraformer One!” Morgan said. Then he swung the bottle of ‘champagne’ at the front of the ungainly device. The glass bottle shattered, sending white frothy liquid that everyone was pretending was bubbly all over the vehicle. There was a ripple of appreciative laughter as Morgan wiped some of the froth from his lapel, grimacing at the smell.

The terraformer started up on cue. A gust from the air exchanger started its work, blowing dust and small loose debris over the honoraries, most of who backed up to get out of the way. Morgan and his consort took a few steps back but didn’t retreat. He was too excited to care about cleaning his good suit. This was too important a day!

Terraformer One lumbered away. Or, more accurately, the horde of vehicles that were called Terraformer One lumbered away. It was a significant investment, but Morgan knew it was worth every joule.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2110

Captain Piotr Pavelvich walked slowly up the second borehole and looked down. Behind him his team of rovers had set up a defensive position around the area and were now working to set-up a camp for the night. This site was in much better condition than the other borehole since no fungus was growing here.

“Sir, Sparta Command is on the line!” His communication sergeant said as he walked up behind him. Pavelvich turned and took the headset and put it on.

“Command this is Captain Pavelvich, OVER!”

“Captain this is Colonel Mannsfield, I authenticate command response: one-tango-one-oscar-four-tango. Do you confirm?”

Pavelvich reached into this pocket and took out his codebook and looked up today’s code, it was a match.

“Confirmed Colonel. I wish to report the discovery of a second borehole. It is located two sectors due west of the first one. The area is not, I REPEAT, not covered in fungus so mining operations could begin at once, OVER”

“We copy Captain. Good work. Continue westward as planned. Captain Mars’s scout company will join you once repairs have been made to his rovers that should only take a turn. Command out!” The line went dead.

Pavelvich handed the headset back the sergeant and motioned for him to return to the base camp and then he turned around and looked back down the vast hole. The power source that operated the conveyors or lifts had yet to be found, if one existed at all. This site could provide a treasure house of minerals and materials for the Spartans and it was all theirs for the taking. Today had been a good day.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2110

“Our energy is of no use unless we use it wisely, and this is a wise decision,” Morgan said to his small cadre of advisors.

“But its 28 megajoules! That’s 25% of our total energy reserves! And it is equal to seven years of our energy surplus!” Minister Wiggins said.

“Producing this colony pod now will be a great boon to us since it will be able to produce resources four years ahead of the normal production. I ask you to consider that, in terms of resources, those four years will almost pay us back. And that does not count the growth we will gain, and the ability to lay a firm claim on more territory. We will make more energy in the future. I assure you of that,” Morgan stated.

Wiggins still looked uncomfortable, but finally nodded.

“Next, our scout is still traveling southwest, and they have discovered that there is a likely land bridge to territory to the south! They have been given orders to immediately start exploring this area. This is grand news since our known territory to the east is likely to be limited, although we do not know for sure. Rothchild, has our terraformer been deployed?”

“Yes, sir. It has headed west and will construct a road, and then a forest. The managers at Antimatter considered a farm, but they knew you were likely to rush build the colony pod so they thought better of it. The forest may expand into the blighted fungus to the west, which is a good thing. It will also provide an impressive boost to minerals and energy for a modest four years investment in terraformer time. By comparison a farm will take four years, but it is not likely to spread, and we have plenty of rainy areas that can be utilized without artificial augmentation,” he said.

“Excellent. Please convey my approval to the managers at Antimatter for their fine decision making, and let them know they will be eligible for a bonus at the end of the fiscal year,” Morgan stated.

“This concludes this meeting. Adjourned,” he said.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2112

Corazon watched the live video feed from the 2nd scout team communications team. The third borehole had been found just south of the second one. The third borehole was in the same condition as the second, free of fungus, and very operational. Corazon watched for a few more minutes but turned around and looked at the large map on the situation table. The new map information had been downloaded into the system and the main map had been updated. It was becoming clearer that the Spartans were on an island, just like their namesakes. An island had both positive and negative aspects to it. It all depended now on sea power. The key to conquering more territory, developing more land and securing more resources could only be accomplished by sea power.

"Colonel, new video feed coming through now." One of the communication techs reported.

"Thank you." Corazon turned to watch the new feed on the monitor but she was not really watching. She had already decided that the colony pod set to be completed next turn would leave for the west, not the east. In the west there was more resources and more importantly the boreholes. There were only three viable sectors for production and for the colony site which meant growth would be slow. No, the west first then east.


*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2112

Morgan Industries, MY 2112

Morgan watched the colonists as they left, and he felt the exhilaration he always felt when he rolled the dice. Risk was a wonderful thing when used in moderation, and it was a useful tool to determine who had the grit and determination to be a true leader. Another key was to ensure the risk wasn't foolish. The key was to risk taking, and not to punish those who took considered risks but happened to fail. Failure was not wrong, but repeated failure was symptomatic of incorrect leadership.

This colony pod was but one of many risks Morgan had taken in his life. The most risky action he had ever taken was to surreptitiously board Unity, but that had given him his biggest payoff. Now Earth was a smoking ruin, and Morgan had a whole world to exploit and use to attain his vision.

Yes, life is good.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2113

The command staff had assembled for an impromptu meeting in Colonel
Santiago's office. She had called them together as soon as she had been
given the confirmation that Sparta was truly a island.

"Now that we are all here you most all know the news that the second scout
company reported, that we are on a island, not a continent." Corazon looked
around at everyone assessing their moods. It was not good.

"I intend to order our completed colony pod to move westward towards the
boreholes and setup a colony on the site proposed by the colonization
committee. We will not proceed with building a laser infantry company here
at Sparta Command but rather begin a second colony pod as soon as possible
to set-up in the east. At that point we will have colonized all the viable
terrain that we can. I am issuing orders today that as soon as we complete
our next breakthrough that master-chief technician Boothe will concentrate
her staff on researching ship designs. Major Stewart I am also ordering you
to assist Boothe and her people to complete the project as quickly as
possible. Is that clear?" She looked at both of them and the quickly
saluted in response. There had been some friction between them since they
both competed for resources and materials to boost their respective
projects, military and civilian.

"Dismissed!"

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2113

“It looks like there is a land bridge to the south, sir,” Rothchild said. “Should the scout go further south?”

Morgan considered this for a moment. “No. Have him advance to the southwest or west at this discretion. I don’t want our scouts getting bogged down in more of that damned fungus. Give them standing orders to move through fungus free territory when they can and to report their decisions to me. This order has a sunset clause of three years.”

Rothchild nodded and made a note in his log.

“And have the colony pod continue northeast until it is three sectors away from Morgan Industries,” Morgan continued. “Have them establish the colony unless local conditions are inappropriate. We need to get them productive as soon as possible, and a terraformer can fix many problems given time.”

Another note was made in the log.

“That is all. Send in the minister of science. I am eager to hear what he says about our impending breakthrough.”

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2113

Corazon watched as the colony pod departed from the parade ground at Sparta Command and secretly held her breath. That colony pod was crucial to the survival of the Spartan people. It would establish a new colony just two sectors north of Hero’s Waypoint and it would complete its mission in four turns. Time now as of the essence and the Spartan people could not afford to have the colony pod travel over nine sectors to the site on the far west side of the island. No, it had been decided that building bases would come in “baby steps” and the Spartans would “creep” outwards rather than jump. More colonies up and running meant more resources added to the collective whole. Another advantage to the site chosen was that it offered access to a rich nutrient sea sector just off of the coastline. The colonists could use the added nutrients to boost their food production and thus quickly build up the population to staff another colony pod. Minerals, spare parts and tooling were not an issue since they had found the Unity pod so plans were already in hand to “crash build” the fourth colony pod when sufficient population was ready to staff it.

“Colonel, may I ask what you said to Captain Kring as he left in command of the colony pod?” Mannsfield had eased himself closer to Santiago so he could discreetly ask the question.

“I told him to be careful, to be prepared and most importantly to be fast! He has to get the new colony up and running in four turns or I would break him down to a private.” Corazon responded without even looking at Mannsfield.

“I see, how did Captain Kring take that?”

“At first he looked shocked but I think he understood when he fired back, “Colonel, I don’t like peeling spuds.” So, I can only assume from that he does understand and he knows what he needs to do to get things done.” Corazon turned and began to walk down the platform back into the command bunker.

“You wouldn’t really bust him would you Colonel?” Mannsfield replied as he fell in behind her and slightly to the right side.

“Does it matter? If he fails then perhaps the entire Spartan nation might fail as well.”

*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2113

“Yes, this may be useful,” Morgan said as he reviewed the files on Social Psychology his science advisors had just presented to him. They examined his face and body language to determine more subtle messages and got…nothing.

A silence continued, and his court waited.

“Yes,” he continued, “there are possibilities.” He activated a few more pages in the report and then looked up. “It seems there are two possibilities – strive for the Secrets of the Human Brain, or Industrial Automation. Which do you recommend?”

“Sir,” Dr. Watson said, “I recommend striving for the Secrets – it promises to have multiple side benefits.”

“I disagree,” Dr. Sing said. “We must attain those technologies that complement and are aligned with our goals, and while the Secrets are somewhat seductive, it will side tract our advances by at least 20 years! And, it will be for naught if some other faction makes the breakthrough first.”

Morgan held up his hand, signaling he had enough of the debate.

“We will proceed on our present course,” he said. Sing was obviously pleased, and Watson deflated.

	28-04-2003 22:03									#5
	Got spare money?

Sparta, MY 2114

The duty scheduled had been changed by Colonel Santiago to accommodate a special meeting or planning session that was to last all day. Everyone was assembled in the briefing room waiting for the Colonel to arrive. Most of the senior command staff had somewhat of an idea as to what the meeting was about since they had been tasked over the past turn to work on portions of “project Sparta” as it was called. Only Lt. Colonel Mannsfield, the project coordinator and Colonel Santiago knew the complete plan. The doors to the conference room opened and Colonel Santiago entered along with her new adjutant Captain Longstreet. Everyone in the room stood up at attention until she walked across the room and sat down, Captain Longstreet sat in a chair just to the right of Santiago and quickly pulled out several notebooks.

Lt. Colonel Mannsfield walked to the front and onto the podium, “ At ease, take your seats.”

Mannsfield walked over to the lectern and opened the first of two spiral notebooks and then reached for the projector control. “ Good morning. First, I am sure everyone understood the orders concerning today and you have made arrangements for your aides or staff to take care of business for you today. We will most likely be here all day reviewing our new operational plan, “project Sparta.” Before we begin I will give a brief overview of the situation and our proposed plan then we will begin by a section-by-section table time of implementation. You can follow along if you turn to the first section in your notebooks.”

Mannsfield darkened the room with the projector controls and then on the main screen a map of the known area of Chiron was displayed.

“As you can see this is a map of Sparta. That is now the “official” name for the island we now occupy. Make sure all future inter-office memos and documentation use this as the reference for our home island.” Mannsfield picked up a laser pointer and began highlighting several points. “First, you can see our current colonies as shown here and her and our proposed future colony that Captain Kring is now working towards.” The screen changed and now four more colony sites were highlighted in yellow. “Here are the new proposed sites for all future colonies which when completed would bring the total to seven colonies, including Sparta Command.” The room was a “buzz” for a few minutes as people absorbed the new information. “All right, quiet down, we are not a bunch of housewives here, we are soldiers! Now the primary reason for this change in colonization was brought about by our discovery that we are truly on an island just like our ancient namesakes. So it became clear to Colonel Santiago that we need to borrow a page from the ancient Spartans playbook, so to speak. Colonel Santiago wishes to talk briefly on this subject, Colonel” Mannsfield sidestepped from behind the lectern and waited for Santiago to get up and walk up to the podium and then handed her the projector/conference room control.

“Thank you Lt. Colonel. Now as you can see our current situation is forcing us to adapt, to improvise so that we can overcome any obstacle, and we will! The ancient Spartans were faced with a similar situation. The island they occupied was mountainous, rough and lacked fertile soils and resources. The island they occupied was small in comparison to the land that their rivals controlled. The tactical and strategic situation forced the early Spartans to make fundamental changes in their society. They focused their resources and training to make the their soldiers the best in the world so that they could go out and claim no lands so their people could prosper. We know that to our east and west are large continents and that once we get sea transportation should be easy to reach and conquer. I want to be very clear about something, so listen up, it was by accident that we landed here but it will be by our choice, our will, that we will carve out a new world for our people.” Santiago watched the expressions of those in the room. For some of the junior officers this new policy would only offer them a chance for advancement, a challenge. For the more senior officers who truly understood the meaning of her statement it meant something totally different. Just fourteen turns ago the Unity spaceship carried a team of people all with one goal in mind, one purpose. However, the disaster changed all of that. Now she was asking them to kill, to conquer those same people who just a short time ago were their bunkmates or fellow comrades. Brother killing brother. This is how it had to be. There was no reason to train and train and never use it for the logical extension, conquest. Corazon believed that the if there were other survivors then they would be already building large settlements and prospering, claiming land rightfully belonging to them as well. They would not want to share, no, she was sure of that. No, the only way they would be willing to give the Spartans land would be by the use of force.

“So today we will review operation Sparta as it is called. The grand plan to aim our people towards one purpose, the conquest of Chiron. This is not a task for the faint of heart and I expect some of our soldier citizens might have problems with the plan. You need to identify them and weed those soldiers out. We will transfer them to second line units and in time the younger soldiers we are training will take their places. These new soldiers will have no ties to the past only our future!” Corazon turned slightly and moved to sit down but before she did the officers in the room began to clap and stand up showing their approval. Today was a new day for the Spartan people and their manifest destiny!

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Morgan Collections, MY 2114

“Modest, but excellent,” Morgan said as he surveyed the sparse terrain around Morgan Collections. “I am more pleased that we have expanded than the virtues of this land. It is much less favorable than those of Morgan Industries or Morgan Antimatter. In fact, it is in inadequate.”

“The base manager has requested 25 megacredits to complete their terraformer six years ahead of schedule,” Rothchild said.

“Tell them it is approved, and I recommend they concentrate on a farm, then roads, sensors, and a forest,” Morgan said.

Rothchild made a few notes, and then shunted them to the Morgan Collections advisory council.

Morgan looked over at Rothchild. “Are the latest exploration results back from our scout?”

“Yes,” he said as he pulled up a schematic of the maps.

Morgan looked them over. “This is most hopeful. But, we need more exploration! So much to do, so little resources. We will fix that.”

Rothchild nodded, and believed every word.

*!*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2115

Colonel Santiago walked into the research labs at Sparta Command along with her adjutant Captain Longstreet and her elite guards. Corazon walked up to the master-chief technician Boothe and her lead scientists.

“I was told that your team of researchers made a breakthrough?” Corazon asked.

“Yes Colonel, researcher Kyle and Simon made a significant breakthrough in genetic research. Due to their efforts we have unlocked the secrets of the human genome.” Boothe reached over and hit a button next to a computer monitor and on the screen a graphic of the DNA/RNA strain popped up.

Corazon watched for a minute and then asked. “And this means what?” Her face had turned sour by the expression she gave. Boothe realized that she had best jump into explanation mode fast or face a severe ass chewing.

“Colonel, with this breakthrough we can now “tweak” our genetic code so that our soldiers are stronger and faster, our scientists are smarter and our workers will have more stamina. We can apply this technology to children still in the womb by use of gene therapy as well as adults. Also, we can reverse the process, so to speak, and we can breakdown the molecules and materials of any carbon based material. Each city can be equipped with recycling tanks that will boost mineral, energy and food production!” Boothe hit another button and the screen began to flash computerized models of the new recycling tanks and projections on the beneficial effects of gene manipulation. Corazon again watched for a minute or two then turned back to Boothe.

“This is fine work. However, the next breakthrough had best be in the field of ship designs. IS THAT CLEAR! I have ordered all teams of researchers, both military and civilian to focus their efforts on this area. Once that is completed then we refocus our efforts towards military applications. Your main emphasis, your charter master-chief, is to generate the pure research that military technology needs to make advancements. But for now all research effort goes into designing a transport vessel, IS THAT CLEAR!” Corazon turned and left the room followed by her guards. Captain Longstreet stayed behind and watched her leave along with her elite “black” guards.

“Master-chief, if you would be so kind as to give me the data on this so that I might prepare a proper report for the Colonel. In the future you might want to get my advice on presenting these “breakthroughs” to the Colonel. I can help guide your responses so that she can appreciate the value of your research.” Longstreet took a disc from Boothe and then turned and left the room.

Boothe stood there for some time as her team of researchers milled around and then went back to their labs. She had thought Corazon would understand the value of this project since it would now double the mineral resources of each base at a time when resources were at a premium. However, for now Corazon wanted only one thing, sea power. She knew Corazon had other reasons, scouts had reported seeing four Unity pods, or what they thought were Unity pods floating just off the coast. With a transport they could scoop them up and perhaps uncover more resources or power or energy. That was the only thing that truly moved Corazon Santiago nowadays.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Antimatter, MY 2115

Morgan leaned back in his chair and concentrated on Morgan Antimatter Administrator Hsung. “I am gratified that your population has grown to 2000 persons. That is truly commendable, and suggests your efforts at managing our second base have gone well. But, I must insist that your extra population concentrate on collecting resources from the newly-established forest. In terms of raw numbers, we gain more in terms of the total food, minerals, and energy than the rainy sector you staff has recommended. It is all a matter of resource allocation,” Morgan said.

Sarah Hsung nodded, but her lips were set tightly. Morgan saw this and added, “I should add that I will be putting a commendation into your yearly review on the recommendation and completion of your colony pod. It shows your far sightedness to understand that expansion is our key to success. While it will be eight years before it is done, it will be a boon to all of us. I’m sure you will agree.”

“Of course,” she said. Morgan observed that her demeanor was less tense, particularly after his comment on the commendation, which practically ensured a healthy bonus at years end.

“I’m glad we have reached an understanding. Please give my regards to your staff,” Morgan said, and then he signed out.

Morgan glanced at the now gray screen and thought, not for the first time, how valuable a carrot was over a stick. Indeed, if the carrot was big enough almost none could resist, and mixing self interest with faction interest was the key to successful leadership.

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2116

Captain Kring walked alongside the huge colony pod crawler as it moved up the hill. Kring’s headset began to chirp alerting him to an incoming message, his right hand pressed the open frequency button on his left arm control pad.

“Captain, this is flanker one. We have reached the colony site. All looks to be in order sir. Your orders?”

“Secure the area, await our arrival. OUT!” Kring closed the channel.

He stopped and looked around and then trudged up the hill. It took him about an hour to reach the crest but the view was magnificent. Behind him were the rocky flats they had just cleared, nasty terrain. To Kring’s front the terrain was the exact opposite. The future colony site would occupy a sector of land that was just above 700 meters above sea level. It was fertile but lacked any abundant mineral resources. The coastline to the north was beautiful and the sea beyond was a gorgeous blue. Kring unlike many of the other Spartans had a deep passion for land and terrain and his interest was not only based on a military perspective, rather more an artistic atheistic. Suddenly his headset began to chirp again he flicked the frequency open again.

“Captain Kring, rovers spotted to our north, moving in fast!” A very excited soldier reported.

“DAMMIT, calm down and give me a proper report!” Kring fired back.

“Sir, flanker three reporting in, unknown rovers approaching at vector 270, approximate size 13 rovers in all.”

“Acknowledge flanker three.” Kring hit the a few more buttons on his wrist control pad.

“Unknown rovers, unknown rovers, this is Captain Kring of the Spartan Federation. Identify yourselves!”

“Kring, this is Captain Mars of the first scout regiment. I have been ordered by Colonel Santiago to place myself, and my unit under your command, to be your garrison unit. Colonel Santiago wants you to use your supplies to begin another colony pod ASAP. She figures that since you have access to that rich nutrient sea sector it should be a snap to feed these hungry colonists and get your population ready to split off to set-up another colony. Command has been trying to get you for days but it seems that the area you just when through blocked radio traffic so they sent me to pass you the message.” Kring had turned to the north and just now he could begin to see the rovers cresting the hills beyond.

“Understand Captain Mars. Rendezvous with us at the pre-selected coordinates for the colony site and we can then begin building the colony and some bunkers for your rovers. Kring out.” Kring was slightly worried. Mars was his superior, by date of rank, but once the colony pod was up and running Mars would be the junior since a commandant outranked a captain.

Kring began to pick up the pace as he walked to where the colony crawler was still plodding along. Next turn they would have the colony up and running and then he could pin on the new commandant crosses to his uniform and then really begin to work.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2116

“Request approved,” Morgan said. “The allocation of 25 megacredits will allow us four years of terraforming, which will potentially be invaluable. Moreover, it will allow Morgan Industries to start another grand effort, should one become available.”

Manager Warren almost preened in delight, and he accepted Morgan’s praise with a nod and a smile.

“Well done,” Morgan continued. “Be sure to inform me of your progress with your terraforming efforts.”

“Now,” he said. “Next on the agenda is the proposal to extend the road from Morgan Antimatter toward the west…”

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2117

“Ironholm? Ironholm? What type of name is Ironholm for a base?” Santiago asked her sparring partner Lt. Colonel Mannsfield.

“Commandant Kring’s love for history and topography seemed to have come together in this instance. A “holm” is a piece of land, an island, found in a river or lake. The colony site has a small stream that runs through it and the colony was built on both sides of the stream with the command bunker and operations center built on an island in that stream. The stream is very small but when it rains very hard the stream can become a river, or so I am told. The “iron” part comes from the idea that the people who live there will be tough as iron.” All through the explanation Corazon continued her attack on the large punching bag as Mannsfield held it. “You will hear this in the morning briefing but our scouting report was correct the food resources Ironholm has access to are astounding. Kring will be able to double his population within seven turns! We should have a colony pod ready at Ironholm in about ten turns just about the same time as Hero’s Waypoint will have theirs done and Sparta Command. In about ten turns we will double the size of the Spartan nation to six colonies.”

“Impressive and important but what of the research on ship design?” Corazon asked as she switched over to delivering kicks to the bag.

“Excellent news as well. With the added resources of Ironholm we should have our next breakthrough in seven turns. Master-chief technician Boothe still cannot determine what breakthrough might occur next. She is working her people as hard as they can but scientists sometimes discover things during their research that they do not anticipate or even plan for.” Mannsfield had to brace himself more since the kicks from Corazon were beginning to drive him backwards.

“I suppose I should be “pleased” Lt. Colonel, but I am not. I would rather have ships taking those colony pods to other lands rather than building them here. But the plan is the plan and wishing for transport ships will not make them appear sooner.” Corazon began a new set of attacks combining both kicks and punches.

“I understand your frustration Colonel but our people are working as hard as they can. Operation Great Hunt will begin next turn to hunt down and exterminate any more of those native life forms on our island. I am sending you a report from a scientist on Boothe’s staff that suggests that just hunting them down will not stop the threat. He believes that as long as there is fungus out there for them to grow and live on that we can never truly exterminate them.” Mannsfield really had to put his weight into the bag now that Corazon was hitting it with all of her strength and skill.

“If that is the case,” Corazon stopped her attack on the bag and stepped back as she watched a hole in the bag spill little foam pieces on the floor. In her last attack on the bag she had punched her hand almost all of the way through it. “all we need to do is burn every sector of fungus to ashes.”

She turned and walked back into the weight room area to finish her morning exercise program. Mannsfield reached over and took an adhesive patch from the shelf and slapped it over the hole and made a mental note to himself so that on his way out to ask the attendants to repair the bag, again.

*!*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2117

“We now have three terraformers in operation, sir,” Rothchild said. “One is creating a road to the west, which will expedite exploration and settlement of the rich lands to the west. The second will create a road to the east, and forest the lands as they go, including the nutrient lode that Morgan Industries relies upon. The last terraformer is forming a farm to boost the growth of our newest city.”

Morgan looked over the plans, then the holos of the areas. Once done he went over the statistics and did his own quick comparison.

“Very good,” he said. “The farm is needed, but otherwise roads do needed to expedite colonization and terraforming. We will remake the face of Chiron into our image, and to our advantage. Yes, this is excellent.”

Rothchild knew this report would cheer the CEO. Now, he had to give him the bad news: the slow progress on the colony pod at Morgan Antimatter.

*!*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2118

Captain Ira Morning crept slowly from his field tent and stood up slowly while adjusting his environment suit. Morning flipped down his night vision goggles and looked around checking that the night guards were patrolling the area. Dawn was slowly arriving; the sky to the east was just a slight shade of lighter blue/black than the rest of the sky. Morning reached down and touched his communication control pad on his left wrist.

“Sergeant Adams, Lieutenant Mitchell, please report to me ASAP.” Morning closed the frequency and slowly walked to the command tent. When he arrived and cycled through the airlock and went in he found both men he had radioed already inside.

“I should have known you would beat me again.” Morning began removing his re-breather mask and released the seals on this suit.

“Sir, I would not be much of a sergeant if I ever allowed you to beat me now would I?” Adams walked over and held out a cup of coffee, or more correctly synthetic coffee.

“Thanks sergeant.” Morning raised the cup and took a deep drink. “Okay lieutenant, what’s your plan?”

“Sir, here is the operational plan the second rover company will follow for the next several turns. Now that we are on the fringes of the fungus fields we can begin our recon into it and hopefully flush out any of those creatures.” Mitchell pushed over a map that had a path marked in red ink with notes and markings showing each where each days search would end.

“Looks good to me Lieutenant. Make sure each rover team leader gets a copy and all other operational communication frequencies so in case they get loss we can find them.” Morning stood up and began to reseal his suit. “Okay then, lets break camp and do some hunting!” Morning watched as the other two men began to seal their suits and leave with him. Lieutenant Mitchell leaned over to the radio operator and ordered him to break down his equipment so the command post could be packed and stored for use at the next camp. Morning walked into the airlock with Adams and Mitchell and then let the airlock cycle and sergeant Adams opened the outer door.

Once outside both of the officers moved to their tents and began to break them down while seargeant Adams began to kick the other tents to get the men up and moving. The sky was getting lighter and the Captain wanted to begin his hunt before first light.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2118

Nwabudike could barely contain his rage. “An animal destroyed our terraformer from Morgan Antimatter?”a

“Not an animal, sir,” Rothchild said. “It was a native life form that originated in the fungus based on the fragmentary information transmitted by the crew. Apparently it is a colonial organism, or it displays an amazing degree of cooperation. It is, however, insidious; its attack was mental. The terraformer crew was paralyzed, and then…larvae…were implanted into their cerebral cortex. They hatched and ate most of the host before we arrived.”

Morgan blanched, and most of his rage seeped away. This was something of nightmares. “Why haven’t we seen this organism before?”

“Unknown,” Rothchild replied. “It may sound hard, but it might be a good thing that it didn’t arrive near a city. I don’t know if it would have survived. It could have killed everyone there; but it is hard to know.”

The CEO nodded slightly. “Tell our valiant scientists that they need to find some defense against these horrors. Also, we need to find a way to get some forewarning, and possibly a way to remove the xenofungus.”

Rothchild wrote this down and Directive 2118-34A.

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Sparta, MY 2119

Colonel Santiago was not in a good mood today. Today she would have to sentence two soldiers for capital crimes they had been found guilty of. She walked through the halls of the main command bunker, her elite “black guards” in tow, with a determination and anger she had not felt in some time. After a few more minutes she reached the assembly room back entrance where Lt. Colonel Mannsfield, Major Hazra and Major Stewart were already there, all three of them seemed surprised to see her there.

“Good morning Colonel.” All three of them commented as they snapped to attention at her approach. She quickly returned the salute.

“Alright are we ready?” Corazon asked.

“Colonel, you do not have to attend this part of the trial. We were the seating members of the tribunal and found them guilty and sentenced them, all that is required by the Spartan code of ethics is that you confirm that they had a fair trail and that the punishment is in accordance with the regulations.” Mannsfield replied.

“Dammit Lt. Colonel, I know the regulations, I wrote them! The bottom line is that two men are going to be shot, and I had the final word on that. So I intend to at least look them in the eye and tell them that, that’s the least they deserve.” Corazon fired back.

“Sorry Colonel, I meant no offense. We were the officers that sat on the tribunal it was our decision to find them guilty of their crimes.” Mannsfield replied looking slightly indignant.

“Mannsfield I know it was your decision, you followed the law to the letter. What makes me so furious about this situation is that I really want to hold the officers responsible for this, this mess, accountable.” Corazon replied as she slammed her fist against her side. The two officers in question were 2nd lieutenants in charge of two infantry platoons based at Hero’s Waypoint. The officers had set nearly impossible standards for the soldiers in their platoons to meet in order to out “best” the other platoon. Each of the officers had punished the whole platoons when one man or women failed to perform to the extraordinary levels they had set. The result was that in each platoon one private got singled out as the worst soldier and the men and women took it upon themselves to punish them. The result was too deaths, one in each platoon. During the investigation the sergeants came forward in each platoon confessing that they had ordered the beatings in hopes of motivating the failing soldiers. Both sergeants claimed they had not received any orders from their officers but acted upon their own initiative to get the attention of the failing soldiers. The officers were exonerated but the sergeants now faced the death penalty.

“Colonel, I can not agree with you more about this but the sergeants both claimed they acted upon their own volition.” Mannsfield replied.

“Yes, but they were driven to it by their officers. So after we deal with this I want you to issue orders for both of those “officers” to be transferred to my staff. I intend to teach them the right way to lead soldiers and God have mercy on their souls.” Corazon turned slightly and walked into the assembly hall and took a seat behind the large table at the front of the room. Behind her Mannsfield, Stewart and Hazra followed her and sat down. Corazon once she had sat down looked around the room and found the two officers in question and locked her gaze on them. In a few minutes they happened to notice that she was starring at them and started to look around so that they would not meet her eyes. Mannsfield stood up and began reading the judgment to the two condemned men who were both standing at attention.

Corazon kept thinking of those two dead soldiers and her blood boiled. Discipline and training were the backbones of the Spartan nation and she was damned if two 2nd lieutenants were going to destroy what she had worked so hard for. No, they would soon learn to become leaders of men or they would learn the hard way what failure really feels like.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Antimatter, MY 2119

Morgan looked through the binoculars, which had been set on the maximum setting. He was scanning a pre-designated area to the west.

“The mindworms have entered the forest, sir. You can see them in the binoculars where they are highlighted in red,” Rothchild said.

The CEO concentrated for a moment, then gasped. “My god! That is what killed the terraforming crew?”

“Yes,” Rothchild said.

“They’re a bunch of pinkish worms!” Morgan said.

“Yes, sir. That is one of the more widely accepted theories.” Rothchild continued to watch Morgan as he concentrated on the worms, his gaze moving slightly.

Morgan dropped the binoculars from his eyes and looked at his senior aide. “They’re moving this way,” Morgan said.

Rothchild nodded. “Yes, sir. They’ll be here in a month or so, if we don’t do something about it.”

“Mobilize the garrison, and tell them to attack when they think they have the best chance. We can’t let this horror get through! Our citizens are our most valuable asset. That is paramount!”

Rothchild’s eyebrows went up ever so slightly. He wouldn’t have put it exactly that way. It was rather…cold. But, it was also accurate.

*!*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2120

Santiago watched the battle drills through the mag-glasses and was impressed. The infantry platoons were advancing on the hill under heavy fire but they were still advancing and with only light casualties. This was the last day of exercises for the Sparta Command garrison regiment and then they would be returning for some much earned rest and relaxation. The advantages of having the alien death machine under their control allowed the Sparta infantry garrison more time for training. What pleased her the most was that next turn this regiment would be the first to receive the new laser weapons. Enough weapons had been built to equip an entire regiment, five combat companies with laser rifles and heavy laser cannons.

“Colonel, it looks like alpha company will make it to the hill first?” Major Hazra announced as he looked over at her.

“I will bet you your recreation chits that bravo company makes it first Hazra.” She replied.

“Your on Colonel!” He quickly put his mag-glasses back up to look and sure enough it looked like Bravo Company was beginning to make the assault as well. He swept the glasses back to the left flank and noticed small puffs of smoke erupting around alpha company. Claymores.

“How did you know Colonel?” Hazra asked as he lowered his glasses.

“Its what I would have done. That flank was the weakest area to defend. I would have expected the strongest attack to come from that direction. Lieutenant Reed knew that as well, as we can plainly see from his attack vector and he also knew that lieutenant McPherson had anti-personnel devices as part of his equipment list. Any competent commander would have expected that the enemy might put those claymores there to slow the advance. Now, look! Bravo team crested the hill but it looks like they took heavier than expected causalities during the final assault.”

Hazra looked back into his glasses and trained them on the area. Yes, the Colonel was right lieutenant Gonzalez had lost nearly ½ of his soldiers during the advance but the hill was his.

“How would you grade this exercise Colonel?” Hazra asked as he pulled out his D.I.T.O.S ( Data Information Tactical Operational Storage ) unit and waited to log in Santiago’s reply.

“Give your highest marks to Lieutenant Gonzalez. Even though he lost ½ of his team he capture the hill and the objective. Losses were acceptable based on the difficulty of the terrain. I would give high marks to lieutenant McPherson for defending his position under superior numbers but he could have been more creative in his defense. If he had shifted even some of the claymores to the right flank he might have been able to stall the attack by Gonzalez. If Gonzalez had lost even a few more men I doubt he would have taken the hill. As for lieutenant Reed I would give him the lowest evaluation. He walked his men into an ambush that anyone should have anticipated. Our leaders must think two steps beyond so they can anticipate and adapt to the situation.” Corazon lowered her glasses and looked at Hazra. “I would also rank your performance during this exercise low as well. You made a bet with me without truly analyzing the entire situation and you also failed to see the obvious trap. Place yourself on extra duty for the rest of the month and make sure your recreations chits are transferred to my account before the end of the day.” Corazon turned and walked down the hill.

Hazra stood there stunned for a few minutes and then realized that she was right. He had failed to see the trap as well and he was responsible for the training these soldiers in the first place. Hazra kicked the ground with his foot and chuckled to himself. He admired Santiago for her brilliant military intellect but wondered if she had one friend at all. She drove all of them relentlessly in all areas of their lives, military training, manufacturing production and research and yet she always seemed to be aware of every detail. What worried him now is what would happen if she ever made a mistake because if she did he would be certain it would cost the Spartans.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Antimatter, MY 2120

“Hold tight. Flamers up!” Sargent Fiero yelled. The mindworms had just entered the forest, and he had his orders – attack.

The back rank lined up, finally. Everyone was new at this, and many were new to Chiron, being the first generation to grow up with this planet as home. Fiero eyed them to make sure they didn’t do anything inappropriate, like break and run. Green recruits might do that unless they were given ample encouragement.

“Sir,” his radio crackled. “They’re coming down the road.”

“Roger that,” he said in his lapel mike to acknowledge his scout’s report.

“First squad,” the Sargent yelled, “forward! Gogogogogogogo!”

The men and women hesitated only briefly, then ran forward and screamed at the top of their lungs.

“Second squad, gogogogogogo!”

The first meeting of Morgan troops and a mindworm was fierce, and bloody. They won, but at a cost. Many of the men were hurt, and some killed.

“Sir,” his radio crackled again.

“Yes,” he said in a distracted voice.

“We just got a squirt from Antimatter. There are more worms coming from the fungus!”

“****!” he said. “Squads, regroup. Back to base. Now!”

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Sparta, MY 2121

Major Blake “Bulldog” Stewart was a man driven by one thing, the pursuit of weapons, or more correctly the research into weapons. He had been the logical choice to lead the department of military research, development and procurement. Stewart’s department had oversight and control over all military research and development along with coordinating weapon and equipment procurement. Over the past five turns though his department had been weakened considerably by Colonel Santiago’s orders directing all efforts, by all departments, towards ship designs and not weapons. Stewart and his people had been working closely with the Boothe’s scientists to come up with designs but in truth Boothe was really running the show. Since the directive came down from the Colonel he and Boothe had seen the need to meet daily along with their staffs to coordinate research and resources. Stewart was on his way to meet Boothe to go over today’s work. He had arrived early at Boothe’s office only to find her talking with several civilians just inside the door to her office. Boothe saw him enter and quickly made her goodbyes to the three men who promptly turned and left the room. Stewart watched them leave and then turned to Boothe.

“Who were they?” He asked.

“Those three men represent a new manufacturing company out of Hero’s Waypoint. They came to see me to solicit work contracts for their new company.” She replied as she waved him into her office.

“Over the past few turns many we have seen an increase in the need to “farm out” some of the work and research.” Boothe commented as she moved into the room behind Stewart and then walked around her desk and sat down.

“I am surprised they own anything? The Spartan Code is very clear that only military veterans can own any property beyond ownership of their homes and those men do not look like they ever served in the military.” Stewart sat down across from Boothe and reached into his pocked to pull out some papers.

“They do not own anything, they are the managers. The companies they own are all “owned” by veterans who sit on a board of governors. Those men just manage the day-to-day affairs of the business. Many of our veterans do not understand the complexities of business and as such they hire these men to run their companies. The veterans invest their pensions into starting up the companies and they hire these men to run them. So in truth they do follow the letter of the law but perhaps not the spirit.” Boothe pulled out her paperwork as well as she talked.

“So what are they asking for in particular?” Stewart asked.

“Well, basically they want a contract to provide manufacturing services to us. They are astute business people, they saw the same problem that I have seen for some time, that we will need both military and non-military items and the question is how do we allocate production resources and manpower to accomplish it. What these men want is a contract to produce any non-military items that we might need which would free up our “state” controlled factories for military production. The bottom is that when we need the guns do we really want to fight over which factory has to re-tool from civilian production to military?” Boothe had folded her arms while explaining this as if this were a lecture to an inferior student.

“Boothe, I also saw the problem as well and I suggested to the Colonel that we simply nationalize any industry we need to meet the needs that we have.” Stewart replied somewhat irritably

“Yes, I suppose we COULD do that and then somehow come up with a compensation plan to pay back the veterans who invested their funds into the business but that would mean we would pay twice for something. No, I intend to propose to Colonel Santiago that we do accept competitive bids for non-military and even some low-grade military production contracts. This will free our resources to focus on the more critical military production items and key research. In time, we might even want to turn over some of our military research to these people and have them do it for us.” Stewart snorted at the idea but Boothe uncrossed her arms and held them out to him as if pleading for him not to jump to any final decision. “Think about it Major Stewart. We authorize civilians to do the pure research or theoretical work and then they turn it over to us for free in exchange they can use that technology for only civilian applications. Most importantly your office would control those lucrative contracts and you could expand your research greatly which would give you a great boost towards military applications.”

Stewart sat there for a few minutes and then said, “Tell me more how this might work?”

Boothe settled back into her chair and thought no matter where you go or how far you go the military industrial complex would always be there, like some cockroach. But it was still the best way she could think of to get the biggest bang or bullet for the buck. She also knew that in time both hers and Major Stewarts departments would eventually be the largest ones in all of Sparta and with that both of them would be very powerful indeed.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2122

The great CEO was more than relieved; he was elated. The garrison at Morgan Antimatter had survived, barely, against the onslaught of two mindworm boils. It had been a very near thing, and it was a good thing that they had taken the initiative and attacked. Heaven help them if they had been surprised!

Even better was the 20 megacredits of the ‘planetpearls’, the wonderful result of the eradication of the vermin. It had been immediately apparent that these organic residuals had an unprecedented amount of energy, and that it didn’t take much innovation to harness this boon of any purpose deemed appropriate. They were also easy to store. In sort, they were the perfect energy source!

That was good news, and Morgan put down that report and picked up the report of the latest research from his laboratories. They have made a breakthrough – Biogenetics. It was immediately apparent that some recycling tanks that increase minerals, food, and energy. As Morgan read through this he had an idea, turned, and called up the current production schedule of Morgan Industries. It was depressing – with their miniscule industrial production it would take decades to complete the recreation center. With a few keystrokes he changed the production target to a recycling tanks, and then authorizing 60 megacredits to complete it in a year. Yes, it was a lot, but it would pay for itself in 20 years in terms of raw resources. That didn’t even add in the benefits of growth and other production that can occur in the interim.

Yes, this was good. Very good.

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Sparta, MY 2121

Corazon had called a meeting of the senior command staff before the morning briefing. She glanced around the table looking at each of them sizing up the situation.

“Thank you all for coming. The report I have in front of me is unacceptable.” She threw it across the table as it slid to a stop just near the end. It was a joint report from Major Stewart and Master-Chief Tech. Boothe about research progress. In two possibly three turns the research department promised to report their next breakthrough but as of now there was little indication as to what it would be.

“I want answers! I want progress! Soon we will launch three more colony pods and within a decade we will have doubled the number of cities and at that time where do we go then. The report recommends that we build recycling centers next at each city to boost resource production but I would rather be building ships!” Corazon sat down and glanced around the table.

“Colonel, I know that you are frustrated by this process but scientific progress is not something you can snap you fingers at and say today we will know this!” Boothe had answered Corazon’s demand for answer with fire and passion. “My teams are working around the clock trying to engineer a power plant systems to work in a hull design that will be functional on these seas. It is tough work and we have limited resources. Our worst problem is lack of computers. We simply do not have enough computers to complete the analysis on the designs we have. So we are forced to do it by hand or should I say with our brains. We will make a breakthrough but you need to be patient.” Boothe by the end had calmed down and then sank back into her chair realizing what she had done.

“Thank you master-chief but I think we can do better, much better. I am giving you and Major Stewart a free hand to get your teams moving. If you need something, come to me and I will get it for you but I need results!” Corazon stood up which caused all of the others in the room to stand up.

“Do your jobs and I mean what I say, push your men but don’t break them? I want answers now!” Corazon turned and left the room.

“All right then, lets get moving!” Mannsfield shouted as the others began to pick-up their reports and folders. Mannsfield watched them all gather their stuff and leave and he wondered what would things be like if the teams did not discover the skills to build a seaworthy ship for Chiron.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2122

The loss of the terraformer at Morgan Antimatter was quite a setback, and Morgan thought through his options. Then colony pod would be done in the coming year, and it was clear the next significant project was a terraformer. But, that would take a long time, especially after a thousand people from Antimatter were sent with the colony pod. That would leave Antimatter short handed for a long time, likely years.

Still, it must be done. Expansion was the only choice even if it was at times uncomfortable and inconvenient. For instance, it was clear that in three or four years Antimatter would have half the resources required toward their new terraformer. Then it would be prudent to allocate 20 megacredits to complete it early. Although energy reserves were at an all time low of 60 megacredits it is likely that the investment would be worth it. At this point the two existing terraformers were doing a stellar job. Already there was a road between Industries and Collections, and a forest was being planted on the nutrient lode at this moment. Then more choices – a solar panel on the high-altitude farm? A forest on the low altitude arid sector?

These choices wouldn’t be so hard if there were more terraformers! It was so sad the other former was destroyed since by now it would have built the road for the colony pod. Now they would have to plod through unimproved territory, wasting so many years.

In the future this would not be acceptable, but right now there were no other options. Build what you have, and expand as you can. That is key.

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Sparta, MY 2123

Lt. Colonel Mannsfield looked across the command center to the main doors as they flew open and Colonel Santiago entered. Her elite “black guards” immediately followed her in and took up positions along the wall. Santiago walked across the ignoring the looks from the radio operators, technicians and officers and walked right over to Mannsfield. She had a very determined look on her face one that Mannsfield had come to know all to well.

“Lt. Colonel, what is the status of the 2nd scout/rover regiment?” Santiago had stopped in front of his desk arms behind her back.

“Colonel if you will follow me to the map table I will show you exactly where they are and update you on their status.” Mannsfield stood up and walked around his table to the large map table that represented the entire known and unknown areas of Chiron. Mannsfield picked up a long pointer stick and tapped and area about two sectors south of Sparta Command.

“Colonel, here is where the 2nd scout/rover regiment is. They have yet to encounter any alien life forms but are still working through the fungus fields there in hopes of finding some. The last report I have, dated from last night, states that the regiment is fully operational and is at 100% strength.” Mannsfield put the pointer down and waited.

“Lt. Colonel issue orders to be sent immediately to recall the 2nd from their current mission. I have ordered the rapid completion of the colony pod being built here at Sparta Command and I want the 2nd to escort the colony pod and colonists to the proposed site in the east. The colony pod should be ready to go next turn or there will be hell to pay. I doubt the 2nd will make it back here before the colony pod is done since they have the plow through all that fungus. Map out a rendezvous spot for the colony pod and the 2nd. Our own garrison from Sparta Command can escort them part of the way that should provide enough protection for the colonists.” Corazon had leaned over the table studying the terrain and Mannsfield had noticed that she did so somewhat awkwardly. Corazon looked up at Mannsfield and realized that he had noticed her movement.

“Colonel, I am with child.” She stated flatly and then bent over again to study the map.

Mannsfield made no further comment he understood immediately what she meant and the implications. It was crucial that every woman that could have a child did so in order to advance the Spartan nation and people. One of the first directives that had been issued by Santiago had been the need for all soldiers to do their duty in whatever capacity they could and that included procreation. Women were not discouraged from joining the military because of this policy, far from it. If any women had the desire or abilities to become a soldier rather than a technician or worker they were welcomed as equals. However, women were also encouraged to have as many children as they wanted with as many partners as possible. The gene pool had to be expanded to prevent inbreeding. Women in the military were expected to turn their children over to the military to care for after birth so they could continue their tour of duty. As a civilian citizen they could raise their own children or if they wished turn them over to the state to raise. Special children nurseries were set-up to care for the babies but after they reached six years old they were tested and sorted into one of three schools: military, scientific or workers. Once the child was absorbed into the system the identity of the mother/father/child was kept secret to avoid problems in the future. The ancient Spartans had done something very similar with their children and it had worked perfectly for them so why not now for their modern contemporaries. Already the young soldiers that were raised in the military schools showed more promise than was expected. They were more loyal, highly trained and motivated and they already were indoctrinated into the military life. The major advantage was that each “class” was extremely cohesive since they had spent their entire lives working together. Discipline problems were worked out years earlier. Once a “class” graduated they were always kept together. Each “class” had at least several companies and each company decided what military field they would choose, infantry, scouts, logistics or administration.

Since the implementation of the school system there had been some “cross overs”. A “cross over” was a person that had been sent to one school but for some reason had showed at a later date talents or abilities that better served them in another school. All schools however taught basic military tactics and discipline so that any child would have basic infantryman skills. After graduation at age 19 each student could enlist in the military system for 8 years, irregardless of the school they attended, and after the completion of their duty they would be accorded the highest privilege of all, the rank of citizen. Only citizens could hold property other than their homes. Citizens had the right to vote on decisions at civilian council meetings and hold office.

One of the unique aspects about the Spartan system was the idea of duplication. In essence every facet of Spartan society and economy was duplicated. There were civilian factories and military factories. There were civilian research labs and military labs. There were civilian support units and military support units. Another interesting aspect was the idea that not every civilian was a citizen. Civilians could accumulate wealth and material possessions (excluding property) and had many of the same rights to free speech and protection under the law but they were not citizens and as such could not vote. The privilege of being a citizen was granted to each veteran at the end of his or her tour. Current military personal could not vote or hold office with the exception of the senior command staff of the Spartan military. Each city had a council of delegates who worked with the commandant who was responsible for that city and surrounding territory’s security and administration. However, supreme authority rested with the military command council and the senior command staff with Colonel Santiago as the supreme commander who had the final authority overall.

Mannfield watched his Colonel move around the table while he thought about these issues and then out of the room and wondered how the next nine months would be as she continued to shoulder the burden of the Spartan nation and being pregnant.

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Morgan Antimatter, MY 2123

Morgan watched the colony pod leave. The productive potential of Morgan Antimatter had been significantly diminished, but it was for a good cause. In a few years the new base would be up an running. Even better, after the base was established a third of the resources would be used for a good purpose – form a new terraformer group. Forming a new colony is an investment in the future, which is always a good thing.

Energy was an object, perhaps the object. And more bases that are used to harness these resources are always a good thing.

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Sparta, MY 2124

The delivery had taken 10 hours and Corazon had been close to the end of her strength, something she shad always thought impossible, when the baby finally came out. It was a boy. The medics immediately began to give her stimulants and a saline I.V. drip to restore her fluid levels. The nurse took the baby and checked him out to make sure he was healthy and strong, which he was. The nurse then turned and began to walk out of the room with the child; Corazon understood what was happening when the nurse did this. She had signed the agreement to have the state raise her son. She could have kept the child if she had wanted to but she had no time to be a mother to a child when she was the leader of a nation, an army. What was important is that she had contributed to the overall population of the Spartan nation. However, none of that seemed to help how she felt right now, her mind was a spinning out of control.

“Bring him to me!” Corazon suddenly yelled.

The nurse turned and looked at the two medics as if waiting for some direction.

“BRING HIM TO ME!” Corazon yelled again.

The nurse did not hesitate this time and she walked over to the bed where she lay and held out the child for Corazon to see. He was perfect. Corazon could feel a tear begin to form in her eye and she quickly wiped it away. For a few minutes the nurse held the child before her and then she began to pull him back. Corazon in a sudden moment of insanity, brought about by the hormones in her body and the strain of the birth, reached over and grabbed the edge of the blanket that the baby was wrapped in. Then with her free hand she grabbed something on the table that was next to her bed and then she lunged towards the nurse and child. The nurse out of instinct, raised her arm to protect herself, the only problem with that was the baby was still in them. Corazon’s hand with the object hit the baby’s face and it began to cry. The nurse, at last, was able to pull away from Corazon and immediately rushed the baby to a small table where a medic rushed over to help her, they seemed to be working frantically on the baby. Two other medics rushed to restrain Corazon who was fighting them with all of her remaining strength. One of the medics was able to inject her with a sedative that seemed to take effect almost at once. Corazon slumped back into the bed and lost consciousness.

Sometime later she awoke in another room. She had been cleaned up and a man sat in a chair beside her.

“Good, I am glad you are awake so soon.” He smiled at her and stood up.

“What happened?” She asked.

“You lost a lot of blood and fluids. More than was good for you. You became distraught and incoherent. You had picked up a scalpel and attacked the nurse. Unfortunately you cut the child just below the right eye by accident. No real damage was done that would cause any long-term damage except for a scar, but that is nothing. You should not worry to much about what happened we have had this happen before a few times. The strain of the delivery and the hormones can cause extreme swings in your personality. The main thing is tha” Corzaon quickly interrupted the doctor.

“You will never repeat to anyone what happened. Do you understand doctor? I want all documentation destroyed if there is any mention of what occurred. DO YOU UNDERSTAND! I want the nurse and medics sworn to an oath never to reveal what they saw in there that day.” Corazon has sat up in the bed glaring at the doctor.

“I understand Colonel, it will be done.” He stood up and left the room quickly.

Corazon sat back down in the bed and let the anger seep away. She had wanted to keep the child, her child. She knew she could never do so, not with the task she had in front of her. Perhaps someday she might see him again, a young boy, or a man, with a scar under his right eye. The thought of him again made her begin to cry. DAMN these hormones that still raged in her body. She swore never again to get pregnant. She had done her job for the Spartan people. That was enough. She was ashamed at how she acted in the delivery room like some hysterical ninny! She had undergone the hardest training the military could offer and she had always passed with the highest mark but have a child and she fell apart like a schoolgirl. No she would never put herself through that again, never. She was tired again and very quickly she began to loose consciousness again.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2124

“Sir, the site is not optimal,” Rothchild said. “While it is three sectors away from Antimatter, it will likely interfere with future colony sites.

“I know that,” Morgan replied. “There are other considerations. First, every year the colony moves takes time away from its productivity as a city. Second, it is currently on a flat sector, which is good for very little else than a colony pod or a forest, and all the other sectors are prime real estate – rainy with abundant minerals without being too rocky. Third, if we establish the colony next year we can rush build a terraformer. This will allow a 50% increase in our terraforming efforts, which is considerable. Fourth, this will take the support drain away from Antimatter, which depletes its meager industrial capacity. At their current rate it will take 16 years to complete their terraformer. This will be cut in half if the colony pod is taken off their roles.”

“I see sir,” Rothchild said. “I’ll forward your recommendation right away. The colony leader is waiting.”

“Very good,” Morgan said. “Now, send in the scientific delegation. I require them to explain the sudden drop in our breakthrough rate.”

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Sparta, MY 2125

Corazon walked into the main research lab at Sparta Command with her black guards to the cheers and hoots of the scientists. Corazon stopped and watched for a few seconds as master-chief technician grabbed and hugged Major Stewart while several other white robed figures patted them on the back. Suddenly several soldiers saw that Corazon had entered the lab and yelled attention, that quickly halted the free for all that was taking place. Stewart and Boothe quickly unlocked their embrace and came to attention.

“At ease everyone. What has happened here?” Corazon walked into the room and went straight over Boothe and Stewart and the senior researchers.

“Colonel I have great news to report!” Boothe replied. “We have built and tested a successful design for a ship!” Boothe announced. Corazon’s heart stopped for the briefest of a second. At last she thought, ships! Ships meant that the Spartan people could move forward with their colonization plans.

“Let me see?” She asked. Boothe reached over and flipped a button on the consol and on the main screen a picture took form of a small ship, barely larger than a rover.

“You see Colonel, we built a smaller version of our fission reactor and placed it into that ship. It operates just like a larger more powerful version would for a larger vessel. That prototype ship allowed us to develop an efficient reactor system that would provide adequate propulsion for any hull design we can come up with. We will now lay out plans for larger versions of ships. We will design a transport ship and a laser foil first.” Stewart commented as he pointed out the design features to Corazon who watched intently as the floated on the screen near her.

“I will call a meeting later today to discuss this breakthrough. We have already begun on the recycling tanks here at Sparta Command and I would prefer to complete those first. Then we will build a transport and Ironholm can build the laser foil. This is excellent work, excellent work to be sure. With this we can move east and west during our next colonization push and claim those continents for ourselves.” Corazon replied as hundreds of plans began to surge through her brain.

“Colonel, I agree with you a 100% on that suggestion. The private firm that helped us design the propulsion unit has the contract for the management and operation of the tanks here at Sparta. It would be difficult to explain to them now that they would have to wait even more before they can begin operations of the tanks.” Boothe quickly replied. “Besides, as you said, we do not have a colony pod or the colonists to board a transport since they are all committed to spots on Sparta.”

“Yes, yes, yes…” Corazon cut her off. “I know about the contact with Thermo-Strike Inc. However, I see no reason to change our production priority now so they are safe. With the added resources of the tanks the construction of our transport ship at Sparta Command will go all the quicker.”

“Colonel, have you thought of who might head the new department of the navy?” Stewart asked.

Corazon looked at him for a moment and then said, “No, I have not. That is one more thing to add to the list. I will alert the others but expect to meet at 17:00hrs today to lay out a definitive plan.” Corazon stepped back and begin to turn and leave. Booth, Stewart and the others quickly came to attention and saluted, each of them with big grins on their faces.

Corazon watched them for a moment and said, “You have all earned a special commendation for your work here today. In addition, I am granting each of you a special 72 hours furlough for much needed rest and relaxation. Good work again and keep it up!” Corazon finished her turn and walked out of the room to the cheers of the scientists.

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Morgan Studios, MY 2125

“I hereby christen this fine city Morgan Studios, our fourth base on Chiron,” Morgan said. “I have to say that I am flattered that you chose to honor me by naming the city after me, in part at least. It just shows your sharp intelligence, and your keen wit.”

Morgan paused for the obligatory laughter. Some weren’t quite sure if it was meant to be a joke, but they laughed anyway.

“Already you are making a fine contribution to the greater whole. The river to the northwest is already harnessed to provide energy, and I hear the same rainy sector is providing ample food. Your growth potential is only limited by your industriousness and your imagination, which I know you all possess in abundance.

“The Board of Directors has voted to entrust to your new community 25 megacredits to be used to complete your first project, a terraformer. This is an investment in your future and, by extension, all of our futures. I want you to see this as an affirmation of the Board’s trust in your community, and our belief in your potential. It is my hope that you will work with us to expand the boundaries of your community, and that you harness the resources of Chiron to your benefit and ours.

“So, once again, congratulations!”

Morgan stepped down from the small podium, which was emblazoned with the yellow Morgan Triangle, otherwise known as the Golden Triangle or the Triangle of Prosperity. He waved to the crowd, which drew even more applause. It was clear he was drinking in this adulation, and his white smile was vibrant against his ebony skin.

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Sparta, MY 2126

Corazon stood up as three men filed into her office followed by her aide Captain Longstreet. The three men were dressed in similar uniforms except the pants they were white with a blue stripe and the tunics were a deep blue. They walked up in front of her desk and saluted.

“Colonel reporting as ordered.” The middle officer said.

“Thank you commander, at ease.” She saluted them back and then gestured with her hand for them to sit while she did the same.

“In just a few moments we will go into the morning briefing and I will introduce you the command staff. Commander as head of naval operations you will now sit the senior command council.” Corazon directed her comments to the middle man, Commander Miklos Stepovich, chief of naval operations for the Spartan Federation.

“Thank you again Colonel for the appointment, I will not let you down, I assure you. Allow me to introduce my two senior aides. This is Lt. Commander Maxwell Siemens who will be director of naval construction and logistics and this is Lt. Commander Archie Courtland who is director of personal and deputy operations director.” Corazon nodded to each of them as they were introduced.

“Commander I want to stress the importance of getting your fleet up and running as quickly as possible. As I have said once we complete the recycling tanks at Sparta Command the ship docks and construction yards will be complete and we can “lay down” the first keel. Ironholm is working on similar facilities but will complete their facilities after ours. We want a transport and escort ship in operation in less than 15 turns. Is that clear commander?” Corazon had leaned forward and looked at Stepovich with a look that could melt steel. He stared her back and didn’t blink.

“Colonel, I understand you orders clearly. However, my completion of any ships is subject to the accumulation of resources or more correctly the allocation of resources. If you give us the materials we can get the ships done. Lt. Commander Courtland is already training our first “sailors” and has instituted a rigorous training program. Our sailors will be ready the question is will the ships.” Stepovich replied.

“Commander, I assure you that you will have your ships. Now, lets go meet the command staff. Offices and space have been allocated to you by lt. Colonel Mannsfield so see him after the meeting and he will get you sorted out.” Corazon stood up and shot her hand out to shake Stepovich’s. “Congratulations again Commander, now lets get to work!”

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Morgan Industries, MY 2126

“We’ve learned a valuable lesson today,” Morgan said. “Having our garrison leave this city was extremely unwise since it allowed unsavory elements to cause problems, problems that civil administrators were unable to deal with. Hundreds of citizens had their activities interrupted and riots were just barely avoided, and at this point in our development it is unacceptable to have our primary base of operations fall into disarray. The consequences of having chaos reign instead of production and commerce is unacceptable.”

Morgan looked around at his Board of Directors. Thankfully for them they were all paying strict attention.

“Rothchild, here is Edict 2126-21B: No city shall allow its garrison to leave when it grows to 2000 people or more unless it has facilities to quell any potential unrest. This directive can be countermanded at the order of the Board of Directors, or in the case of dire emergency, as stipulated in General Orders Subsection 32, paragraph 2, clause 2A.”

Rothchild looked up and he nodded.

“Fill in the appropriate details and forward this to all base commanders. Now, I assume the garrison will be called back?” There were nods. “Very good. You will note that their little excursion denied us the resources of the newly forested sector to our east. We can never make up for this loss, as I am sure you are aware.

“I am disappointed in all of you. Meeting dismissed,” Morgan said.

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Sparta, MY 2127

Captain Ira Morning gestured to his driver to steer the rover more to the left as he continued to glance right and left at the other rovers in formation. A mind worm had been spotted just south of their position. The colonists had seen it first as the trudged through the thick fungus towards their new home. They had quickly alerted their escort, the 2nd scout/rover regiment of the worm’s location.

“All rovers this is command one. Begin the flanking movement on both sides to surround the beast. When you get within 500 meters open fire with everything you have!” Captain Morning flipped the channel to receive as he listened to each rover acknowledge his command.

The rovers continued to move forward at top speed, or as best as they could through the fungus and closed on the worm mass. Through the mag-glasses Morning could see that the worm was “sensing” their approach as it suddenly began to shudder and lurch towards them. However, the range was now 500 meters.

“OPEN FIRE!” Morning yelled.

Almost in unison every rover began to fire rocket propelled grenades, heavy machine gun fire and 22.5 auto-cannons into the worm. It was over before it started. The rovers had barely begun their flanking movement when the worm mass exploded apart from the hail of firepower brought down upon it.

“CEASE FIRE! Rover two and three form up on command while we move in to inspect the remains and retrieve the energy nodules.” Morning reached over and nudged his driver to move in. He smiled to himself as he watched the damage reports from the other rovers pop up on his display, none. The psychic mind blast from the worm had never even reached full intensity; only one man was partially stunned by the attack. Excellent. The rovers closed the distance to the remains and stopped a few feet from them. Morning and his teams jumped out and began searching the area for the energy nodules and quickly found them.

“Radio Sparta Command, have intercepted worm mass as it approached colony pod. Worm mass was engaged and destroyed. No damage to any vehicles or men. Have retrieved many energy nodules and will forward them to command at earliest opportunity. Will continue with escort mission. Expect to reach colony site next turn and colony should be up and running by following turn. Captain Morning, Commander 2nd scout/rovers.” Morning closed the link to his radio operator and watched the men recover the nodules, yes; it had been a good day.

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Corazon read the report from Captain Morning and smiled to herself. Excellent news. She flipped open a channel to the command center.

“Lt. Colonel Mannsfield, I want you to order the 1st scout/rover regiment to escort the colony pods leaving Ironholm and Hero’s Waypoint. They should have completed their preparations this turn and leave at the beginning of next. With the report from the 2nd scouts it seems our island is not as secure as we thought.”

“Understood Colonel, I will issue orders to the 1st immediately. Should Ironholm continue as planned with the tanks or build a garrison unit as planned earlier since the 1st will not be there to guard them?” Mannsfield replied.

“Order them to continue as planned. The 1st should only be gone a few turns and there is little fungus in the territory surrounding Ironholm, Santiago out!” Corazon closed the link. In two turns they will have their fourth colony up and running and a few turns later, two more will be completed as well. Yes, the Spartans were moving forward!

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Morgan Industries, MY 2127

“We have explored the territory to the west, and it appears to be a long island,” Morgan said. “What are our prospects for expansion?”

“Very good. We have room for 6 to 9 bases, depending on how close we place them. Most of the territory is reasonably hospitable except for the lee side of the mountain we landed upon.”

“I will recommend the bases be placed one to three sectors apart, depending on each specific location. This will reduce transit time, and increase the effective productivity,” Morgan stated. “Clear?”

“And what about the little peninsula to the south?” Morgan asked as he pointed to the unknown territory southwest of Morgan Antimatter. “Could this hold even more territory.”

“Yes, but we don’t know yet. Our scout is currently working its way in that direction, but it will be quite a while until it makes it there. There is also a bit of fungus in the way and we won’t know its extent until we get there.”

Morgan nodded. “It seems to me our progress is slowing. I want that changed. Immediate priority is to be placed on colony pods since that is our key to success. The only exception is to be Morgan Industries. I have other plans for our glorious capital.”

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Sparta, MY 2128

The colonists reached the far eastern shores of Sparta safe and sound. The area was slightly hilly but the coastline was beautiful. As far as anyone one of them could see to the east was endless ocean.

“Commandant Paulus, the chief engineer wishes to begin clearing the site for the colony pod to be unloaded, is that acceptable?” Paulus’s aide had jogged up the small hill overlooking the site.

“Yes, inform him to begin at once and do not stop until it is done.” Paulus looked back the west where they had just come from. Nearly three sectors wide of fungus separated them from the main colonies on Sparta. He remembered his last meeting with Santiago as she stressed the importance of getting his colony up and running as quickly as possible. She had warned him that there would be little assistance they could offer to help him if he had need. The fungus fields would make it next to impossible to send any reinforcements. The colonel had told him that the 2nd scout/rovers could stay until they get their garrison unit armed and trained. She had also told him that they would be the first unit to be armed with laser weapons. Additional supplies had been loaded into the massive crawler so that when they unpacked the small assembly/production facility could build an entire regiment of laser rifles and cannons. That had taken some of the worry away.

Paulus watched the far horizon to the north as Captain Morning’s rovers were making long sweeps through that area. To the north was a rich sector of nutrients and minerals that they would use to bolster their resources and population. Paulus looked back again to the west at the orange/red fields of fungus and began to worry again. Supplies and reinforcements were so far away, so far. He would have to use every trick in his book, all of his training to make this colony prosper.


Commandant Reginald Fitz-Wallace III walked ahead of this colony pod and colonists like a modern day Moses leading his people to the Promised Land. It would take them four turns to reach the site and get the colony up and running but after that it should be easy for them to accomplish great things. They would have access to a rich mineral deposit along the western shoreline that also was very fertile and rainy. Also, if they needed to they could send workers to the boreholes for minerals and energy. He was very glad of the challenge ahead of them but felt he could handle it easily.

He looked back at the thousand souls plodding along next to the massive crawler. He wished that the 1st scout/rovers were coming with them but no orders had been issued. The last intelligence report indicated that the likelihood of any native life forms attacking the colonists were minimal since there was so little fungus in the area they were traveling. Fitz-Wallace hated intelligence reports more than he hated the fact that he had been past over for command of a line regiment rather than being the mother/father to a colony. Santiago had tried to make it sound appealing but what he wanted was a real command. Well, perhaps if he did well in this posting the Colonel might move him. The resources they would have access to would make his city the premier choice for any production of new military units. Well, maybe after they build the first garrison he might get the next scout/rover regiment planned, a laser cannon equipped rover regiment. Now that would be a real challenge for him!

Fitz-Wallace stumbled again and he kicked the ground again in frustration. Well, for now he would have to be content with being an infantryman.

	28-04-2003 22:10									#11
	Full PM-box? Change here!

Morgan Industries, MY 2128

“Sir, we will have a problem in a few years. Morgan Industries will run out of land when it grows to 3000 people and it will not have access to more useful land due to the fungus, and the close spacing of our bases. Here are the Board’s recommendations. First, we can have Morgan Collections give up the forest sector. This would mean they would have to utilize the fungus to provide minimal food and nothing else, or perhaps the sea. Second, we could have Industries do the same of the fungus to the sea. This will significantly reduce our productive potential,” Rothchild said.

Morgan looked over the options. “Are no terraformers available to ameliorate this situation. This sector here,” he said, pointing to a moist, flat sector northwest of Morgan Collections, “seems to be a prime candidate for a forest. That is very productive, and it may grow and displace the useless fungus.”

“Yes, sir. That would countermand their order to build a solar collector at the 2000+ meter altitude where we have a farm,” Rothchild replied.

“I see,” Morgan said as he paused. “Tell the Manager at Collections that I recommend they move the former to the flat location and build the forest. Tell them I understand there will be a transport related delay, but that we foresee a resource problem in the near future.”

“Yes, sir,” Rothchild said as he composed the message and shunted it off to Manger Hollings at Collections. “This new terrain will not be ready before we grow. In the interim, what are your orders for Industries?”

“It is paramount that we maintain maximum resource collection at Industries,” Morgan said out loud. “Tell Collections that in approximately three years we will likely need to appropriate their forest, and that they are to use their best judgement to collect other resources.”

Rothchild nodded, composed the addendum, and shunted it to Collections.

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2129

Corazon was walking down the main hallway from the command bunker when one of Mannsfields aides ran down the hall towards her. When he got within 3 meters her black guards quickly moved to form a wall between her and the man, since they did not know what might be his true intentions. When the young aide saw the guards shift he immediately stopped.

“Colonel, I have an urgent flash message from communications, it’s from Commandant Woo.” He held out the paper and one of her black guards grabbed and it turned around and gave it to her. She quickly read it.

--URGENT FLASH PRIORTY-1---

HERO’S WAYPOINT STRICKEN BY UNKNOWN VIRUS, OVER HALF OF POPULAITON DEAD, UNABLE TO DEPLOY COLONY POD. REQUEST ASSISTANCE AND GUIDANCE….
COMMANDANT WOO

Damn! DAMN! Corazon crumpled the paper up and turned to her chief guard.

“Back to command, something urgent has come up.”



Three months later the support crews: workers, laborers and engineers, had completed their work and the new recycling tanks at Hero’s Waypoint had been built. It had cost the Spartan nation nearly 30 mega-credits to complete it, including the resources from the now un-needed and scrapped colony pod, its valuable components removed, metal recycled, and equipment distributed to other cities. However, Hero’s Waypoint had the first base recycling facility.

The new base Commandant Lee Waters looked down from his office as a private walked back and forth in front of the gates to Hero’s Waypoint, Private Mi Li Woo, former Commandant of Hero’s Waypoint. Santiago herself had arrived to make the change and issue the punishment. When Santiago left she told him that she assigned Woo to guard duty not only as a punishment but a reminder. Stupidity would not go unpunished. In Woo’s haste to complete the colony pod ahead of Ironholm she had reduced rations, water, the end result was a virus broke out within the small community that even the Spartan soldiers could not fight, or at least not in their starved condition. The new recycling tanks were “crashed” built in order to help the city regroup and rebuild. The new commandant had been installed with the expectations of rebuilding a city and the motivation, the morale of a people.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2129

“I think we are finally becoming coordinated,” Morgan said. “Industries is scheduled to grow to 3000 next year, and at the same time our first recreation commons is complete. It cost us 24 megacredits, but it is worth every joule.”

“Yes, sir,” Rothchild said.

“This will bring resources to Industries to unprecedented levels,” he continued. “The combination of the recycling tanks, a nutrient lode, and two forested sectors will allow us start truly ambitious Project: the Weather Paradigm!”

“Sir, the Board has also made a case for the Human Genome Project. This should allow significant stability in our cities,” Minister Snow said. “The investment is the same. We need to determine which is more advantageous.”

“That is a valid point,” Morgan said. “You are correct that the Genome Project would give us productivity, but I am looking to the future. Being able to bring great efficiency to our terraforming efforts is key to allowing us to harness the resources of this planet – extraction is paramount. Moreover, it looks like we will be able to execute very advanced forms of land modification, which should allow us to do things such as raise land on a massive scale. Imagine a situation where our available land is more limited than we hope it might be. If so, we might have to wait for many decades, whereas we might be able to get this Project up and running in less than 15 years.”

“We will have the opportunity to switch our resources to other Projects,” Rothchild said. “We have time to change to modify our decision as the situation requires.”

Several of the Board members nodded, and some of the tension in the room dissipated.

“That is an excellent point,” Morgan said. “I will take is that the Directors are agreed that we will dedicate our resources to a Project, and that for the time being we will concentrate on the Weather Paradigm and that this may be modified at a later date. Agreed?”

A chorus of agreement greeted this comment, the first in the entire day.

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2130

Santiago had spent the entire day and night with Lt. Colonel Mannsfield as they reviewed the reports and data for the important meeting in the morning. Santiago pushed herself back from the desk and rubbed her eyes Mannsfield reached for another cup of synth-coffee.

“Colonel, I think we are as ready as we can be?” Mannsfield stated. Corazon nodded her head in agreement.

“Mannsfield it all boils down to one issue, lack of resources, doesn’t it?” Corazon replied.

“I am afraid so Colonel. The report prepared by Boothe’s people is very good. It clearly indicates that our lack of resources is the main issue to further progress. Look how the recycling tanks at Hero’s Waypoint have doubled the nutrient, energy and mineral production at that base. What is even more frustrating is that we have many sectors of land that could be excellent sources for resources but are covered by fungus.” Mannsfield began to collect the papers and reports. At the morning briefing some tough choices were going to be discussed by the command staff. With the disaster at Hero’s Waypoint the Spartan people were now behind in colonization efforts, very behind. But that was only the tip of the iceberg. There were only two more sites left that could support cities and one of those was only marginal at base, a choice of last resort. The key was the completion of a transport ship to ferry colony pods to the continents to the east and west.

“It seems it always comes down to this Mannsfield, doesn’t it? Well, the first thing I want done apart from getting a colony pod across the narrow straights to the east and west is I want to put a rover regiment there first. I want those areas scouted first. We will either find one of three things: the areas are uninhabited and ready for colonization or there are Unity survivors there and they are in worst shape than us and if so we will absorb them into our society and finally, if there are survivors or aliens there that posses greater resources than us then we will have to consider either war or peace with them until we can strike with superior force. The key will be the building of those “footholds” on either continent so that we can stage our forces.” Corazon turned and walked to the door. “Good night Mannsfield.” She said as she left the room.

“Good night Colonel.” Mannsfield finished picking up the papers and then he walked down the corridor to the command center and found a junior lieutenant.

“Get these copied and put into briefing books for the morning.” Mannsfield turned and immediately went to his desk to sleep there for a few hours before the meeting.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2130

“We have started the Weather Paradigm at Industries, and our other three bases are working on colony pods. Our progress is maddeningly slow,” Morgan said. “Studios will finish their colony pod in 29 years, less what will occur when they grow to 2000 people in six or seven years.”

“Yes, but Antimatter just started their pod and they will be done in seven years,” Rothchild said. “Focus on the positive, sir. All things considered we are doing well. Consider that our road system is finally linking our first four bases together, and now two formers are building roads for our colony pods. That will speed our expansion enormously. What will be even better is that the roads will be ready about the time the next two pods are complete, and the roads may even be all the way to the proposed sites itself. The only problem is the lack of warning, and the Board has a new recommendation to construct a sensor in the forest northeast of Industries. This would protect Industries, Collections, and Antimatter – a fine investment.”

Morgan looked over the flimsy Rothchild handed him as he was finishing his last statement. “Yes. This is a good recommendation. See that it is done, and tell Collections the Board of Directors recommends that their formers construct this sensor when the forest is complete.”

“Yes, sir,” Rothchild said as he recorded Directive 2130-252A.

“Any word on our scout? Have they penetrated the fungus on the peninsula yet” Morgan asked.

“They just arrived in position this last year, and will make their first attempt soon. If we are lucky they will not have to try many times, if at all. Some of our crude topographic surveys suggest that we have a good chance of more land to the south. If so I hope it is rich.”

“As do I,” Morgan said with a nod. “It is late, Mr. Rothchild. I will see you in the morning at 5:00 am sharp. Make sure my valet is here at 4:20 am.”

“Yes, sir,” Rothchild said just before he turned and left.

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2131

Corazon watched the video feed as the 1st heavy infantry regiment completed its pass and review in front of the podium. She had wished to be there but without a road system to get there quickly traveling to Bunker 118 was something that you did not accomplish quickly. The 1st was Sparta’s first laser rifle/laser cannon equipped infantry regiment. Another heavy infantry unit, the 2nd, was being built at their new base, Parade Ground. It would another several turns before the work was complete in getting the unit up and running.

Corazon turned to look at Mannsfield who was watching with her, he noticed her look.

“Colonel, is there something I can do for you?” Mannsfield asked.

“No, I was just wondering, what was the time table for Sparta Command to get laser weapons.”

“Not for some time. We are working on the recycling tanks, then the transport. After that we can begin our laser weapons program here. I would suggest that we build a second infantry unit to compliment the 1st light infantry unit stationed here. In time, we can upgrade the 1st with heavy weapons.” Mannsfield quickly jotted a note to himself to send Santiago a report on this.

Both turned back to watch the review on the screen. The next units passing by were the heavy laser cannons that were mounted on the tracked sleds. Corazon could imagine the terror that these weapons could bring if they faced a unit equipped with only light projectile weapons. Soon they would have a transport and exploration would begin in earnest. Corazon tapped the side where she kept her laser pistol. God help those souls if they occupied the lands the Spartans wanted. She would not be denied her share of the land and prosperity of this planet. No, the Spartans would take what is theirs and to hell with everyone else.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2131

“Board members, I am here to report a success: a breakthrough in Information Networks. This is a key technology since it is the linchpin to future breakthrough that will allow greater utilization of our industry and energy production, both of which will enable our society to leapfrog our development. This will be our base, ladies and gentlemen – then we can devote our resources to other more…peripheral concerns,” Morgan stated.

“Such as what?” Board Member Audry Snow asked.

“Defense for one, and perhaps some weapons or defenses to use against malevolent native life forms,” Morgan explained. “But, keep in mind that Information Networks will be key to very potent weaponry in the future, or at least so I have been told.”

“I take it our base strategy is still intact? We will still pursue an aggressive base expansion plan?” Hsu Wang asked.

“Of course,” Morgan replied. “This portion of our strategy applies to our resource program, which will be augmented by our base expansion program if it succeeds.”

Director Wang nodded.

“And, I should add, that our scout has penetrated the fungus to the south of Morgan Antimatter and the results are very promising, very promising indeed! Mr. Rothchild, please give the Directors the update we just received.”

Flimsies were given to the seven Directors. The images showed the peninsula that was covered by fungus, and the scout which was now in the middle of it. A topographic survey of the area showed the land rose and expanded outward, and what looked like a river that flowed from the rise toward the southwest.

“As you can see,” Morgan continued, “the data are preliminary, and there is a lot of fungus that will cause problems. The key is that there is at least room for two more bases and it is possible that the land mass extends to the south.

“Now, to focus on our likely scientific breakthroughs, here is the list I have been presented by our stalwart researchers…”

	25-09-2003 21:46									#12
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Sparta, MY 2232

The 2nd scout/rovers had been ordered to leave Bunker 118 and travel the entire length of Sparta in order to reach one of the newest bases, Parade Ground. Captain Morning did not relish the idea at all of pushing his men for so long without rest but the needed it. The past three turns spent on garrison duty at Bunker 118 had allowed them time to complete some refits and training but only be being out in the field could you really get the real training they needed. There would be a turn or two of rest once they reached Parade Ground but that would be it. They would board the transport that would ship them across the western seas to the new lands. It was crucial that before colonists land there that they knew what to expect. Morning had been told that if possible they would get a laser cannon upgrade for each rover before leaving. That would be impressive and most welcome if they were going to be “cut-off” from support until a colony pod could be built and deployed.

“Sir are we still heading west?” Morning’s driver asked.

“Farther west than you can imagine corporal.” Morning shifted in his seat and pulled out the map sheet again and reviewed the course they had charted. It was crucial that that they get to Parade Ground as fast as they can so if an upgrade was possible, then it could be done before they shipped out.


Corzaon Santigao had been inspecting the military school at Ironholm for several days. The new school was the second built and it was important to future success of the Spartan people that it was being run by the best instructions possible. Today she was inspecting the barracks where the most junior cadets lived. As she passed down the isle she noticed a young boy. What drew her attention was scar across his face, just under his right eye. She stopped for a minute in front of him checking his uniform and locker area. Private Carlos Sanchez was stenciled on his locker. Santiago walked back to stand in front of the young boy.

“Are you happy to be in this school private?” Santiago asked.

“YES COLONEL!” He shouted back his eyes locked forward.

“Excellent private carry on.” Santiago continued her inspection but deep down she would keep an eye on this cadet’s progress.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2132

beep, beep….beep, beep…

Morgan snapped awake. “Morgan here,” he said.

“Sir,” a voice said, “our scout has had an incident.”

“Yes,” Morgan said. “Continue.”

“The encountered a mindworm as they were entering the fungus,” the voice said. “They persevered, and they report some are hurt. Their best estimate is that they are at 80 percent of their original strength.”

Pause.

“They also are shipping approximately 10 megacredits of mindworm pearls, sir,” the voice continued.

“Very good,” Morgan said. “Convey my best wishes to the valiant scout crew. Morgan out.”

Beep

Morgan knew the connection was broken. He thought about the situation for a moment and made a mental note to check in with the scout crew the next morning – after he had gotten his usual five hours of sleep.

*!*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2133

Commandant Paulus walked slowly down the catwalk as he watched the workers building the transport. In seven turns the ship should be done and ready for sea. The dockyards were impressive with the large cranes and great dry docks for future repairs. The dockyards had been built far large than they current needs of the Spartan nation. Paulus stopped as he watched the crane lower another “rib section” down onto the keel were workers were waiting to bolt it down. Over his right shoulder was the massive engine works production facility and to his front were the armaments factory. Nothing had been left out of the grand plan. Parade Grounds had the best shipyards in the entire Spartan nation. Most of that was due to the rich mineral deposits found to the west. Paulus imagined that someday they could build a mine, similar to the alien boreholes that would allow them to pull even more resources from that sector.

“Commandant!” Paulus stopped short as he looked around at the voice that yelled at him, it was aide, Captain Metzger.

“Sir, an urgent request from Sparta Command on the status of the transport.” Paulus took the note from his aide and read it several times before he crumpled it into his pocket. The colonel wanted almost daily status reports. So much “hinged” on the completion of the transport and when it would be done. He knew that the 2nd scout/rovers even now was heading towards his base for transport. After the transport shipped the rovers then it was expected to quickly sail to the center portion of Sparta and investigate three unknown objects that had been beached on reefs. Paulus had no regrets about his command when he compared it to the rigors that these ships would be put through. It was clear that the navy and army would be constantly fighting for resources but since Sparta was an island, deference would always be given to the navy.

“Sir, what should I report back to command?”

“Send them the daily report from the dock master and the shipbuilders. Inform them that everything that can be done, is being done.” Paulus chuckled to himself since that was the 20th time he used that same saying since the project began. Perhaps Santiago might become annoyed but there was little he could add until the ship was built.

“Sir, perhaps its time to return to command?” Captain Metzger asked as he watched workmen begin to climb the catwalk so that they could bolt the new rib section to the completed sections. Yes, he had better move or plan on helping.

*!*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2133

“Finally, Morgan Collections has fully utilized territory,” Morgan said. “They have both a farmed sector and a forest sector, boosting their resource base significantly. Their colony pod will be complete in four years,” Morgan said as he pointed to the new forested area. “Next, a sensor for defense, and then perhaps some fungus removal, and we can hope our four forested sectors will grow into the blasted fungus, obliterating it!”

There were some light chuckles at the CEO’s fervor, and other grunts of agreement.

“Studios is still in growth mode, and its colony pod won’t be ready for a decade or two,” he continued. “Antimatter will have its colony pod ready in four or five years. We can hurry this along with an infusion of energy, of course, if this Board deems that wise. Any comments?”

“No. Very good,” Director Snow said. “We’ll have to discuss future terraforming options, but for now I think we are all in agreement.”

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2134

Chief Technician Boothe sat in her office opposite two men. They had been meeting for hours trying to hammer out an agreement to present to the command council. The two men in the room were Mr. Franklin Benz of First-Star Manufacturing and Mr. Oscar Anderson of Ironworks Enterprises. Both of these men had been very instrumental in completing the engine designs for the prototype ship. Their companies had expanded vast amounts of energy credits and most importantly engineering expertise towards completion of the designs. Without their extra help the military construction teams lead by Boothe and the research teams lead by Stewart would have never been able to complete the designs.

“So I think we have an agreement we can tender to the council. With the directive from Colonel Santiago to switch back to normal military research and weapon designs there will be little time for us to do other projects or manage current programs. Your firms will step in and manage these “lucrative” contracts in exchange for your continued research support and production capacity.” Boothe was signing both documents as she was talking. Once she completed all of the signatures she took the documents and handed one of each back to the two men and kept two for her logs. “Now you have to understand that until I get command approval these are only tentative agreements. Colonel Santiago might wish to make changes.” Boothe had stood up, a signal that the meeting was done.

“We fully understand, don’t we Oscar,” Franklin Benz said as he turned to Anderson who nodded. “It is only understandable that the our leader, Colonel Santiago might wish to make some changes but lets hope they are small ones that we can all live with. You have to understand that we are only the managers and have to report back to our citizen owners for any major changes.”

“Yes, I do understand. Once the next breakthrough is completed, whatever that might be then we will schedule a meeting with the command council to address this.” Boothe moved to the door and opened it.

“Chief Director Boothe one last thing.” Mr. Anderson asked.

“Its still Master-Chief Technician until 24:00hrs today and then the change becomes official.” Boothe replied smiling.

“Yes, sorry. One last thing, both of our companies have several new products that we would like your office and Major Stewarts office to review for possible military procurements. New video monitors, computers, audio equipment could we have it sent by for your use so that you can get acquainted with the items. You could even take them home to try them there.”

“That would be kind of you. I would have to ask Major Stewart first, of course.” Boothe replied.

“Well, yes of course you should. Oh and I almost forgot. We are having a party at our factory two nights from now, at 19:00hrs. It is a kick-off party for a joint venture between our two companies. I would hope you could attend?” Anderson asked with a glint in his eye.

“I will try. Thank you again.” Boothe closed the door and pressed her back against it and let out a deep sigh. The Spartan people might live under a military command system but the forces for a free market system were too strong. Already the state operated factories were lagging behind the private ones; efficiency was nearly double in the private factories. Boothe could understand why at times, the private factories did not have to follow so many regulations and codes as the state operated ones did. However, having to deal with these managers made her skin crawl. She wondered how the Santiago would deal with men like these.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2134

Morgan smiled. “I am pleased to meet you, Aki Zeta Five,” he said. “I must admit that I am not familiar with your peoples. Perhaps you will enlighten me?”

A fair woman with almost white hair and what looked like metallic studs gave Morgan a blank look. “I am the Prime Function. We are an integrated consciousness, using cybernetic augmentation to enhance our biologic potential with the use of multifaceted algorithms. Ours is a superior form of life; we shall ascend to heights unavailable to lesser forms.”

“How delightful,” Morgan said as he maintained a tight smile. “Our society relies on…

“Your primitive ideology is of no interest to us,” the Prime Function said.

Morgan paused. “Indeed,” he said.

Aki’s looked changed, shifting from a blank stare to a glare and then she seemed to give a barely discernable shudder.

“We are willing to accept your data on Biogenetics. This will be used to enhanced our cybernetic integration,” she said.

“We will be happy to exchange technologies,” Morgan said. His pulse quickened ever so slightly, but he maintained his controlled expression. “Perhaps you will have something to offer us in trade, something…”

“The Consciousness is unwilling to grant you our valuable advances for your data; ours is orders of magnitude more valuable,” she said.

Pause.

“Indeed,” Morgan said.

“The Consciousness requires a grant of energy,” Aki said.

Morgan’s pulse quickened again. Was this going to degenerate into extortion?

“We will grant you the communication frequency to the pure organic form Provost Zakharov in exchange,” the Prime Function said.

Zakharov! Morgan thought. He survived! This is wonderful news!

“We are pleased you have made contact with Prokhor Zakharov, Prime function, and we will be delighted to grant you 35 megacredits in exhange for this data,” Morgan said. He held his breath – would she accept?

“Agreed,” Aki said. “The data will be transmitted upon receipt of the data. Here is the energy transit frequency. You are to beam the energy to us immediately.”

Suddenly, Morgan was looking at a blank screen: Prime Function Aki Zeta Five had signed off very abruptly.

Nwabudike paused for a moment to consider what had happened. First, it was obvious that there were two other human communities on Chiron, although these Cyborgs might not be fully human anymore – an amazing change in a short three decades. Second, the Cyborgs were barely civil, bordering on hostile and certainly quarrelsome. Third, he had just failed to exchange technology, but had gained something far more important – the ability to find and contact Zakharov! Surely he would be more amenable to a deal. The potential was almost limitless! Lastly, it was clear that these Cyborgs would have to be watched very carefully, and it was critical to advance future colonies to the south to claim territory from them.

Yes, that was critical. Next year the colony pod at Morgan Antimatter would receive a large grant to complete it quickly, and then move into position ASAP.

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2135

Colonel Santiago of the Spartan Federation watched the latest class of officer cadets receive their swords and diplomas from Major Hazra. As the last cadet left the stage Santiago stood up and walked over to the podium to address the young 2nd lieutenants.

“I want to thank you for the hard work you did in completing this school. The officer’s academy is the hardest school to complete. We washout nearly half of you in the first year alone and by the time you reach this stage you have seen nearly 65% of your class fail. You are the now the edge of the sword for the Spartan people! We are about to launch our first expeditionary force. Some of you will soon find yourselves either following those troops or perhaps leading future missions. It is crucial for the survival, the expansion, of the Spartan people that we claim what is ours!
I will ask each and every one of you at some point to put your life on the line for your men or for your mission or for the Spartan people and you must do so without question! It is crucial to our way of life that orders are obeyed, instantly! You understand this principal clearly, if not, you would not be here today. The Spartan nation also requires that you are thinkers, planners! You need to improvise, adapt and overcome! We have done so and we have built a new nation driven by the demand to achieve excellence! Lastly, I want to say that each of you represents the new future for Sparta. Your loyalty, your life, your honor and your spirit are at the command of the Spartan nation to preserve it, to protect it to honor it! I hope that I will have the honor to serve with each one of someday. The swords that you were given have three words etched into them: HONOR, LOYALTY, COURAGE and on the other side: SPARTA! If you live by the principals of these simple words the battle field will always be yours and victory will taste sweet!” Corazon stepped down from the podium and walked off the stage to the thunderous cheers of the cadets.

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 21235

“My old friend Zakharov,” Morgan said. “I am delighted to hear from you, and am glad you have prospered.”

Zakharov paused for a moment. “I wasn’t aware that we were friends, Mr. Morgan. It was my understanding that you were the primary contractor for Unity, and that I was the head engineer. You were not among the crew of Unity, so I find it interesting that you are now on Chiron. Isn’t that curious?”

“Why yes, it is. I must say that I used my connections to ensure I would be on Unity. I always believed in the great promise of the Unity project. That is why I ensured my company was able to give the UN very advantageous terms for its construction, at a loss, I might add.”

“And Unity broke apart as it neared Chiron,” Zakharov added. “But I’m sure that wasn’t your company’s fault.”

Morgan continued to smile, even though he saw the inference.

“That is the past,” Morgan said. “I wish to look to the future. Will you work with us to form a reunion of humanity? Perhaps consider a treaty of friendship?”

“Yes,” Zakharov said. “That seems appropriate.”

“And perhaps we might trade our technology? Such would allow both of us survive and prosper; a key to allowing us to help each other,” Morgan continued as he pressed his advantage.

“No,” Zakharov said. Then he paused. “I don’t believe that I want to do that at this time. Perhaps in the future.”

“Very well,” Morgan said. “I hope our friendship treaty will allow us to continue this dialog, and perhaps you might decide that our files on Centauri Ecology might be of interest. We will gladly trade this technology for what you might have, to your great advantage.”

Now it was Zakharov’s turn to pause. “Perhaps,” he said. “I’ll consider it. Zakharov out.”

The screen went blank.

Morgan thought that his meeting had gone well. It was disappointing that Zakharov wasn’t willing to trade technology, but that issue could be pressed later. The important thing is that a dialog had been established, and that a treaty of friendship had been finalized.

More would come. Morgan was sure of it.

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Sparta, MY 2136

“So what exactly is a terra-former?” Santiago had never asked any questions during the morning briefing, ever, until now.

Director Boothe was frozen in place for a few seconds as she looked around the room.

“We spend 11 turns of valuable research, energy credits and manpower for a “terra-former”. I understand that after this meeting you planned on giving me a more detailed analysis but I would rather discuss it here. My first question is, as I stated, is what is a terra-former. Second, how do we justify the cost of building these over building more ships and military equipment? Lastly, how do we plan on paying for these machines when our budget is focused on military expenditures.”

Boothe stood frozen. She glanced down at her paperwork for a few minutes and then looked up.

“Colonel, first the terra-former is a exactly what it sounds like, it terra-forms the land. We have combined several machines into one crawler based hull. It can bulldoze, dig, crush and haul enormous amounts of material. It has storage and processing facilities for seedlings for farms and a hybrid tree sapling that we think will grow and grow very quickly on Chiron. Another of the features it has is it can clear fungus. We can at last uncover the numerous resource rich sectors that carpet Sparta and utilize them to the fullest. The crawler can support a team of specialist for some time while in the field as they terra-form the land. The main reason for the design of the terra-former was the breakthrough by the biological/chemical research group. They were able to bio-engineer our earth seedlings that we brought with us to thrive on Chiron. With this ability we no longer have to relay on our hydroponics/airponics labs for food production. Instead of transporting soil and water to our cities for food production we can now plant outside of the pressure dome and grow larger crops. This was a major breakthrough, which will allow us to expand our food production and mineral production. We can build farms, solar panels, mines and roads!” Boothe had become somewhat impassioned by this point and had stepped to the side of the podium while speaking. “To answer part of your second question the cost of the a terra-former is about the same production cost as a colony pod. However, I have worked out an agreement with several civilian manufacturing facilities that will help ease the cost and operations of these units. These firms will operate the terra-formers and staff them. In exchange they will receive a small percentage of the energy, minerals or foodstuffs from any terra-formed area. This will free our military staff and manufacturing facilities from supporting these machines and crews.”

“Director Boothe, assuming I am persuaded to accept this plan how would you alter our current production schedules?” Santiago replied.

“Colonel, as soon as Sparta Command completes the recycling tanks I would issue orders for the production of one terra-former. When Hero’s Waypoint completes the colony pod they are building I would ask that you have them build two terra-formers. I would also suggest that the recycling tanks that were just started at Bunker 118 are stopped and that one terra-former is built there. I would also recommend that Ironholm would stop production as well on their tanks and build two terra-formers. Parade ground would complete the transport under construction now and the colony pod scheduled after that but once that is done they would build a sea-former or a terra-former designed to do the same thing as a land version but on the water.” Boothe finished and looked at Santiago.

Santiago had turned to her aide Longstreet and whispered back and forth for several minutes. Longstreet opened up a small laptop computer and began typing away. Not a sound in the room could be heard except for the light clicks of the keyboard. They continued to whisper for several minutes more and then Longstreet closed his computer.

“Make the changes as you have suggested Director Boothe. I see the value in these terra-formers and from what Longstreet has shown me the potential increase in production far outweighs any cost of the terra-former program. I also agree with your recommendation to turn over the management of the terra-former to a civilian control with military oversight and review. I want you department to establish a sub-directory to provide that oversight. I want to make sure you negotiate a good deal with these firms. I want an excellent return for the rights to the terra-former program, is that clear?”

“Yes Colonel” Boothe replied as she gathered up her binders and sat down.

Lt. Colonel Mannsfield walked back to the platform. “Okay, well I think we need to make some production changes to the briefing books and that will be sent out by end of today. Now, I think we need to hear from Major Hazra about the training schedules for the 2nd scout/rovers before they leave for overseas. I think it is crucial that they have the best equipment possible and that means laser weapons. I think that we will have the funding available before they leave so that we can have their rovers equipped with laser cannons. Major Hazra would you like to step in now?” Mannsfield stepped down from the podium and Hazra walked up.

Santiago continued to listen to the rest of the reports but her mind was on two things. One, getting the 2nd scout/rovers overseas as fast as possible and two, the terra-formers. If they terra-formers could unlock the vast potential that Sparta had buried beneath the fungus then that alone would be worth the investment. But it would still be more time, more time.…

*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2136

“Prime Function,” Morgan said. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I require your files on Biogenetics,” Aki said. Her gaze, as before, was blank but strangely penetrating. To Morgan it was as if she was looking through him, or perhaps into him. With her cybernetic implants that was a disquieting thought.

“That can be arranged. However, our gifting our valuable data to your people will require some sort of gesture of good will on your part. Information is power, after all, and if we are to entrust this data with you we must be assured of your good will,” Morgan said.

The strange wash occurred again, and Aki’s face seemed to tremble for a split second. Then she focused on Morgan. “We will grant you the map files for Zakharov’s lands. This is data of little interest of us, but it will be adequate to demonstrate our…good will.” Aki labored with the last phrase as if it were foreign, or difficult to grasp.

“That will be acceptable,” Morgan said. He didn’t let it show, be he was elated. Map files! Now he would know much more of this planet than before.

The screen went blank. The CEO noticed that there was a green light and a chirp, indicating that the map files had been received.

Morgan eagerly called them up, and was elated once again. It showed that Aki and the University were on an island! The Cyborg scout was a visitor on Morgan’s continent. It was clear that neither faction could easily expand. By comparison, the land bridge from Morgan’s linear landmass was connected to a much larger landmass! Its exact dimensions were indistinct, but it was huge. Another prime feature is that he hadn’t given them Morganite map data; that was key to maintaining a reasonable information advantage on potential adversaries. And, he noticed that the Morganites had as many or more bases as the Cyborgs and University, and that number would expand as the en-route colony pod was established in two years, and once the other colony pod was completed next year.

For the first time in a long while Morgan was content. Now he could pursue his aggressive expansion without concern of butting heads with the Cyborgs.

This was excellent. Superb!

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2137

Assistant Director Andrea Smith looked around her small office that contained two desks, one computer and two chairs. Across the hall her administrative support team of three people were trying to sort out there small area as well. Andrea smiled to herself and wondered why in the world did she ever allow Boothe to convince her to take this new department of terra-forming oversight and land management. It was a farce. There weren’t even any terra-formers yet to oversight let alone manage. A soft knock on the door behind her caused her to turn around and standing there were two young men dressed in civilian worker clothes.

“Can I help you?” Andrea asked.

“We have been sent by the directors of Firstar and Ironworks to bring you these items as a token of their appreciation and hopes that they can build a long term relationship with this office and with you.” One of them two young men said.

“I suppose, sure, what is it a fruit basket?” She halfway joked.

“No, not that.” He replied. It took the two men nearly half of the day to unload the items they had been sent with. New state of the art computers, expensive office furniture, a holo-projection table completely set-up that showed all of the land of Sparta in detail and tons of more material, much, much more.

Andrea just watched as they moved more and more stuff in, her staff of four trying to sort it all out. Well, perhaps this would not be so bad after all she thought.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2137

“My. That was a nasty mindworm attack,” Morgan said as he reviewed the scout data on the Cyborg scout party.

“Yes, sir. They barely survived,” Rothchild stated.

“And they have now retreated further south,” Morgan commented as he pointed to the map schematic. “Is our scout team prepared to follow?”

“Yes. They have already communicated their state of readiness, which is excellent. Their scout leader has offered the opinion that it is vital to continue south to both explore this prime territory and determine the fate of the Cyborg team.”

“I concur,” the CEO said. “Very well. Tell the scout team leader…what is his name?”

“Her name. She was newly promoted to Lieutenant, so she is Lieutenant Sharpton,” Rothchild said.

“Lieutenant Sharpton is to be told that I personally am in support of her recommendation, and that I anticipate their reports.”

Rothchild cocked his head up toward the CEO. “Why don’t you tell them yourself? It would mean a great deal to them to have a personal message from you, sir.”

“Excellent idea. I will compose the missive immediately. Be sure to forward me their communication channel, and the best time to contact them.”

“Very good, sir,” Rothchild said as he made a note to himself.

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2138

Commandant Paulus watched the cranes lower the reactor core into the transport hull. Once the core was installed and the radioactive shielding was put into place the shipyard workers could complete the hookups for the water/steam exchange system. The work on the engine should be done by next turn and then it would only take the dockyard a turn, perhaps two to complete the rest of the superstructure work and the ship could be launched. Paulus smiled to himself as he continued to watch the workers scrambling like ants all over the transport. It was tough work, work he wished that he could spread out and give these people some rest but that was not the case.

“Commandant, I have a message from Colonel Santiago. She is informing us that she will attend the launching ceremony in two turns. She hopes that sea trials can be completed quickly and perhaps while in route to the new continent.” Paulus took the message from his aide who, as usual, had seemed to have a knack at sneaking up behind him. He sometimes wished that he had more passion for his administrative duties rather than looking for any excuse to run outside and watch the work on the transport or observe the garrison during training exercises.

“Inform the Colonel that she is most welcome to attend.” Paulus handed the message back and went back to watching the workers.

*!*!*!*!*

Morgan Distribution, MY 2138

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to dedicate this new base, the fifth we have established since our landing on Chiron.” Cheers started to ripple through the crowd, and Morgan raised his hand to wave at the assembled colonists. Morgan was smiling broadly.

Then Morgan waved down the crowd and the clapping subsided. “Your efforts are advancing our society, making it prosper by expanding our boundaries. Yes, you are the key to our prosperity, not the bankers sitting at Industries.”

Appreciative chuckles, and a few laughs.

“We will not be able to provide for our children, and grandchildren, but sitting on our laurels. Yes, we have done well, perhaps better than any of us could have expected considering our catastrophic start with the breakup of Unity. But, we have pulled together, found common cause. Our sad experiences on long lost Earth do not bear this out. We must stay united, keep our common purpose and do all that we can to ensure our values are kept true.

“Once again, I congratulate you. Be assured that the Board will support your efforts, and this same Board has approved 25 megacredits, fully 2/3 of our treasury, to help you complete your terraformer. This shows our support of your efforts, for in supporting you we are supporting everyone.

I always wish you well, and a profitable future,” the CEO said. Then he smiled again and waved.

Cheers and clapping waxed once again.

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2139

Chief technician grade-7 Mikal Golonokov glanced around the control monitoring the progress of the terra-former as it slowly crawled along through the fungus. It had taken them several months to move south from Ironholm to the rich nutrient laden sector, a sector that was covered in fungus. His orders from the office of terra-forming oversight and management were clear: remove the fungus, build a road, plant the genetically engineered tree saplings and then build a sensor array. It was an ambitious schedule to say the least, perhaps too ambitious for the first terra-forming project sector. Another terra-former was being built at Ironholm but it would be at least another 5 to 6 turns before it was done. With the extra terra-former Golonokov had no doubts that they could complete the project in half the time but until it arrived it would just be them.

“Chief, we have arrived at the coordinates sent by command.” The terra-former driver reported.

“ALL STOP!” Golonokov barked. “Deploy the parking struts and power down the engine to operation mode. Inform the crew that we will begin fungus removal operations within the hour.”

“Chief do you really think the “goop” will work?” The question came from Golonokov’s second in command technician grade-5 Tim Anderson.

“I do not know, it worked back at base, I saw it myself, it killed the fungus. However, how it will work out here, over an entire sector, your guess as is good as mine.” Golonokov unbuckled his harness and stood up and stretched. It was hard to believe, no hard to accept, that the fungus could be killed with something as simple as urine. Well, urine mixed with a whole host of other chemicals. The masterminds back at base had tried burning the fungus but the cost was too prohibitive. They had tried a whole host of other methods until some junior tech had come stumbled across the fact that the fungus only thrived in a very narrow band in the PH spectrum. If you made the soil more acid or move base it killed the fungus. That simple revelation had allowed the scientists to mix up a chemical solution spray using urine as the base component to kill the fungus. It was simple and cost effective.

Golonokov walked out of the cramped command center of the terra-former and down the hall past the crew quarters to his private compartment. He opened the door and entered and quickly closed it and locked it. Privacy. He was the only member of the team to have a private compartment. Golonokov sat down at his tiny desk and pulled out his portable computer and began to enter his log. One of the aspects of his mission command was very curious about was would be the effect on his men from being away from any form of civilization for long periods of time. Re-supply trucks would visit about every month and a crew rotation schedule was set but even with that it would mean long periods of time with no contact with the exception of the terra-former teams. Golonokov quickly entered the data into his computer and then hit the send button. He stood up and unlocked the door and then relocked the door as he left. Next stop the biological storage unit one deck below that contained the precious tree seedlings, the most precious cargo they had next to water.
Golonokov slid down the ladder to the bio-deck and stopped and jumped off the ladder. He turned around and punched in his access code to enter the storage area, the door hissed open as the pneumatic system released the locks and opened the door. A sudden rush of warm moist air hit his face and he quickly entered and hit the close button, which caused the doors to slam shut.

Inside the air was even warmer and moister and the special lights used to help grow the seedlings hurt his eyes. A man in a white coat was about half way down the long corridor checking some gauges.

“Lancaster, how are they today?” Golnokov asked

“They are growing very well. By the end of this turn we should be able to move them outside to the special greenhouse tent and began their acclimation to Chiron. As soon as these saplings hit that carbon dioxide rich air they will explode with growth. The tough part is if the genetic engineering built into these beauties will help them to withstand that rapid growth.”

Golonokov smiled and took another deep breath and looked around. Nearly half a million seeds were growing in the special hydroponics tables that were stacked five high and ran nearly the entire length of the former. Once the seedlings reached a certain size they would begin planting. The crawler had a special attachment that would plant four saplings every minute. It would take a while to get them all planted but it would be worth it in the end. Golonokov turned and left the bio-storage bay pleased that his work would one day make the Spartan nation the most powerful on Chiron!

	25-09-2003 21:48									#14
	Support Apolyton, buy Civilization III: Complete

Morgan Industries, MY 2139

Beep, beep…beep, beep…

Morgan snapped awake. “Morgan here,” he said to the darkness.

“Sir,” the voice said. “Priority report from Morgan Distribution. They just got a squirt from our scout patrol.”

“Yes?” Morgan said, now instantly awake.

“They report they’re under attack by a huge tube-like native unit. It is showering them with caustic spoors, and they’ve already taken significant damage. They also are seeing a mindworm flowing toward them.”

“Flowing?” Morgan asked.

“They’re words, sir. It looks like a wave coming through the fungus,” the voice said.

“Can they retreat?” Morgan said.

“They’re in the fungus, so they answer is probably not. The squirt came through a few minutes ago. Distribution hasn’t heard from them since. Do you have any orders?”

Morgan thought for a minute. “Not at this time. Make sure Distribution has all possible defenses. If necessary forward a request for an energy grant from the Board. They just produced a terraformer, so they don’t have a defender yet. Get some of our defense strategists on this. We need to know when the mindworms are likely to attack, and we have to know now.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll forward the information immediately. Priority status?”

“Red,” Morgan said. “Understood?”

“Perfectly sir,” the voice said.

The line went dead. Morgan reflected that he had recently sent a congratulations to the new Lieutenant Sharpton. It would be sad if they were lost.

*!*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2140

“I name this vessel, S.F.T. HAULER!” The bottle struck the bow and exploded as the transport ship eased backwards along the ramp/rail system and slid into the water with a great “whoosh” of water. S.F.T. ( Spartan Federation Transport ) Hauler was now a sea going vessel.

“As soon as she is ready get her loaded ASAP!” Santiago quietly said to Commandant Paulus who was standing right beside her. “Make sure the 2nd scout/rovers can leave next turn for the new continent.”

“Colonel, its all been worked out. HAULER will leave next turn with the 2nd loaded and ready to go. It might take some extra effort to clear the sea fungus just out there but once they do it should be clear sailing.” Paulus replied.

“Make sure it does, Commandant.” Santiago stepped back and down from the stage and walked down the ramp towards the massive transport. Paulus watched Santiago as she seem to drink in every line, every aspect of the ship. If she was so intrigued about a transport Paulus wondered what she would act like when she saw a attack foil for the first time.

*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2141

Morgan stared at the holo screen, and it was an understatement that he was less than happy. To date neither the Cyborgs nor the University were willing to trade technology on the premise that they didn’t want certain secret projects to fall into his hands. Well, fair enough.

But now that Morganite scientists had made a breakthrough in Planetary Networks they still weren’t willing to trade! It made no sense, no sense at all. It was even more disturbing that they demanded Morganite files on Centauri Ecology, and that they seemed perturbed when Morgan said no. They were willing to impoverish their people by denying them the advantages of basic terraforming for no reason. Or at least, no reason he could fathom.

These two faction are disturbed, Morgan decided. Neither was behaving rationally. At least Zakharov has entered into a friendship treaty, but that was all. Perhaps that would be a beginning. The Cyborgs were a different matter since they were closer.

Morgan banished those thought from his mind since they are long range problems. Right now there were reports that the mindworm that had destroyed his scout was still out there, and that it was likely to advance on his new base. Worse, mindworms had appeared at Morgan Collections, reportedly adjacent to the base. Orders had been sent to the garrison to eliminate the threat, but there may be more. That was a distressing thought since defenses were thin.

Those orders had been sent; there was nothing left to do. Of it own volition Morgan’s thoughts drifted back to the Cyborgs. Planning was the key, and if properly executed it would be advantageous for all.

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2141

Lt. Commander Marshal Jorgenson scanned the surrounding seas with his mag-glasses looking for any sign of trouble. Jorgenson had issued orders to double the number of lookouts until they cleared this sea sector that was covered in fungus. No one knew for sure if there was a sea version of the mind worms but it was better to be safe than sorry. Marshal took no comfort in the fact that even though his transport was loaded with rovers and soldiers their weapons would only be effective when the creature struck the ship, he lacked any form of long-range weapons. He had been told that plans were completed for a laser armed attack foil, but no keel had been laid yet.

“Sir, we should be clearing the fungus area within the next 24 hours if our long range scans are correct. Is the course that we plotted back at Parade Ground sill in effect?” Jorgenson turned to his right to face the speaker, Lieutenant Sirius Carsten, his first officer.

“Yes, make sure the helmsmen and duty officer are clear that no change as of yet has been made. Until long range scans can give us more information as to what is out there we need to stay on course.” Marshal replied as he turned back to make another sweep with the glasses of the horizon.

“Aye sire!”

Marshal could hear his first officer turn and return to the bridge. He looked below at the lounging soldiers from the 2nd scout/rovers taking some much-needed rest. Ever since they had boarded the ship and left dock their commander had worked them around the clock. It seems he was adamant about his soldiers staying in peak condition and training, just earlier today they were practicing hand-to-hand combat on the foredeck. Marshal scanned his ship from stem to stern looking for any thing out of the ordinary, out of place, and found nothing. The naval training school that had been set up over a decade ago had prepared all of the officers and crew on his ship for the day the Spartans would have their first ship. It had been by the narrowest margin that he had beat out over 120 other candidates for the job as captain of the HAULER. Some of the naval candidates had refused to put their names forward since they hoped for a warship but for Marshal he just wanted any ship and HAULER was his. His current mission was simple: take the 2nd scout/rovers to the unknown lands to the west and return. After that task was accomplished he had been briefed on a plan to salvage three “possible” UNITY pods that had been spotted just off the coastline around Sparta Command. He would probably not have time to check on all three since he would have to return to Parade Grounds to pick-up the next colony pod and colonists destined for the new continent.

Marshal completed one last scan of the horizon and then turned and walked into the bridge and closed the outer door.

“CAPTAIN ON THE BRIDGE!” Chief bosons mates Reynolds yelled.

Marshal smiled to himself as he walked across the bridge to the map table and then checked the plot. The ship was handling excellent! The ship was at peak performance from the power plant all the way to down to the crew and they were making the fastest speed possible through the fungus. Marshal looked up and around the room and he was very proud to be the first captain of the first ship in the Spartan navy.


*!*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2141

CEO Morgan was relieved.

Not only had Morgan Collections’ garrison attacked and destroyed a mindworm that landed next to it, collecting a nice bounty of planetpearls, but it had also survived an attack of a healthy mindworm that erupted out of the fungus. The garrison had been severely weakened, up to 50 percent if reports were to be believed. It turned out the key was the sensor – it gave the garrison the edge it needed to prepare. Granted it was now critically damaged, but they survived and preserved the citizens from almost certain death.

There were other bits of good news: the sixth Morganite base had been established! Only a few weeks ago Morgan had been presiding at the dedication of Morgan Robotics. The base could take advantage of the wet, fertile area on the west side of the rise. This was good since it would save considerable terraforming time, and make the base immediately productive. Another key would that 25 megacredits had been allocated to finish the former at Morgan Robotics, resulting in the sixth terraformer active in Morganite territory. Actually, there seven had been constructed, but one had been lost decades ago in a mindworm attack. Overall they were a wonderful investment, but they left the base vulnerable while resources for the garrison were formed.

Yes, it had been a good year. Threats had been removed, and the expansion plan was being executed. Threats still existed, like the mindworm that killed the scout team, but that would be taken care of. Or, Morgan hoped they would be.

*!*!*!*

Sparta, MY 2142

Santiago quickly walked down the hallway into the command center and made a straight line for Mannsfield.

“Is it true? They have found land so soon?” She asked in a very slightly raised voice.

“It looks that way Colonel. The report we got from HAULER informs us that they expect to reach land next turn. The sonar reports indicate they crossed over a continental shelf and it is raising fast. The captain of the hauler should be able to deposit the 2nd next turn and quickly come about to check out the possible UNITY POD to the north. Then it can return to Parade ground, as planned, and pick up the colony pod.” Mannsfield handed her the report, which she quickly took from him and read several times. After she finished it she handed it back and asked.

“I am still not sure if we should investigate the pods now, if they are pods. The action seems almost desperate and the HAULER lacks any escort ships.” Santiago turned around to examine the holo-table map.

“Colonel, we need the resources, if they are out there, you know it as well as I. We need to check it out. The fact that Sparta Command has embarked on this genetic research, something I am still not comfortable with consumes almost every morsel of minerals and energy and most importantly research staff. I understand that it will be useful to us but at what expense. Even with the energy output the alien artifact is giving off that allows our labs and research facilities to run around the clock it is still a great burden.” Mannsfield stated quietly as he walked up beside Corazon. Mannsfield had kept his comments low and Corazon only heard them. Regardless of Mannsfields feelings he was a soldier and as such when an order was given he followed it.

“Understood Lt. Colonel but I think you are being too cautious. The alien battle robot allows us to expand our population and resources due to the protection it gives. No other Spartan city has this ability so we must take the lead. Right now our energy production is at an all time high. We need to combine all of these positive elements into one effort, the human genome project. With it we can unlock the secrets of our very essence and with that power we can make even better soldiers. At first I was skeptical too but after Boothe advised me of the possibilities that it could bring I decided that we must have it. Good night Mannsfield.” Corazon turned and left the room leaving a very tired Lt. Colonel behind.

*!*!*!*!*

Morgan Industries, MY 2142

“Anything new?” Morgan asked.

Rothchild clicked through his PDA for a moment. “No, sir,” he said. “Just updates. Our population has grown to 10,000 people, and our terraformers are busy, very busy. One is building a solar panel on a high-altitude farm, a second is leveling a rocky sector where there are the strange energy sources you’ve been advised of. Others are building roads and forests.”

“Very good. Any more mindworm attacks noted? Perhaps at Collection?” Morgan said.

“None reported yet, and I hope not for a long time. All is quiet.”

Morgan nodded. “Then it is time for to end our meeting. Good night Mr. Rothchild.”

“Good night, sir,” he said as he turned and left.

	25-09-2003 21:49									#15
	Lose 30 kilos (of popups)

Sparta, MY 2143

Captain Morning watched his rovers maneuver up the large hills and made a mental note to check with the sergeant Ross, fire team leader of rover four, to check the rear axel it didn’t look right. Since the landing they had moved steadily west with contact with anything. They had done a considerable amount of mapping. To the north a long wall of fungus stretched from the coastline where they landed to the other side of the continent or so he thought. That information had prompted him to call back to command and get guidance. Their advice was to move south and avoid the wall for now. The key aspect to their mission was to find a suitable site for the next colony pod, pod number seven. It would be done in four turns and with the distance being so short between the Sparta and the new continent the transport could get it over in a turn. So, time was at a premium. They had to find a site that offered access to minerals, nutrients or energy sources. So far they had found a lot of land, some of it fungus covered but nothing of any special note.

“Sir, we have reached the coordinates to turn south!” His driver shouted at him. Morning keyed in the communication frequency for the 2nd.

“All rover commanders this is red-sword one. Make your turn south now and form up on red-sword one. We will make camp at 18:00hrs. Red-sword one out!” He closed the channel and waited for the rover commanders to confirm, which they all did promptly.

Morning’s driver put the rover in a steep turn and he felt his stomach jump. Field rations had never been his first choice; in fact, they had been the one thing he hated about his job he had from birth a sensitive stomach. He turned to his driver who had a nasty grin on his face and he knew he had done it on purpose. It had become a small joke between them on how soon he could jolt his commander’s stomach. If it were not for the fact that Argyle was the best driver in the regiment he would have busted him down to cook.

“Try and take it easy on me today Argyle, I had chicken-ala-king for breakfast since someone could not find any of the breakfast packs. You wouldn’t know anything about that you would private?” Argyle had a mock lock of shock on his face. Morning turned back to watch the rovers, yes, they were doing fine. He just hoped that this turn south would turn up something.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2143

“And how did we come upon this choice bit of information?” Morgan asked.

Rothchild smiled. “Privileged sources, sir.”

The CEO gave him a skeptical look. “You don’t know, do you.”

“You got me. We intercepted a Cyborg transmission. Actually, it was a distress call. It seems one of their transports got into trouble when investigating a Unity pod floating off their coast. Here, see for yourself.”

Rothchild handed Morgan his PDA and touch activated the playback. It showed a primitive looking transport racing away from a moving pinkish mound. Then, the mound started moving, and it seemed to be gaining on the transport. The crew started screaming, one of them near the edge of the images dropping, apparently unconscious. Another out of the holo image was saying ‘Oh, mygod! Ohmygod!!!’. There was a splash to the left; someone just went overboard. Distracted, the holo flicked left, showing a woman swimming away from the transport and toward the moving mass. The holo flicked back to the stern, and now the moving mass was truly huge. Gradually the holo image drooped, then fell to the floor. More screaming, and babbling.

Silence.

Then the image ceased.

Morgan was silent for a moment. “What was that?”

“We’re not sure. It looks like a sea vector of the mindworms. If so, that will make travel by sea very hazardous.”

Morgan simply nodded in mute agreement.

“Get me everything you can on this horror. When we build a navy we must be prepared.”

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2144

Santiago stood next to the table along with the other command staff members trying to decide if the new colony spot was acceptable or not. The 2nd had found an area that offered excellent room for expansion and it did have an area rich in uranium deposits. One of the other features of the colony site would be its location on high ground. In fact, one of the more interesting aspects that the 2nd had reported back was that the new western continent was much higher than Sparta; the highest point so far was over 1,700 meters, nearly 500 hundred meters higher than the highest point on Sparta.

“So we are agreed.” Santiago used a pointer to indicate the spot on the holo-table where the seventh colony pod would be located. She looked around and everyone nodded his or her heads. “So in two turns the pod will be completed then another turn to load it onto HAULER and then a turn for HAULER to sail across the straights here and then a three turns to move into position and build the colony. That make a total, by my count, of seven turns to get our seventh colony up and running.” Again she looked around the room and they nodded their heads in agreement. “Once the recycling tanks are built at Parade Ground I want another colony pod built ASAP. After that Director Boothe wants us to transport a terra-former over to the new land to help with improvements there. I concur.”

“Colonel?” Mannsfield interrupted her, “That might put a small glitch in our plans to have HAULER investigate those possible UNITY pods. As it stands now she was unable to breach the fungus fields fast enough so she had to abandon the plan. As it stands now HAULER is doing nothing more than shuttling back and forth between Sparta and the new lands.”

“I understand your concern Mannsfield but I think an opportunity to have HAULER check out those pods will be available once she deposits the seventh colony pod. Parade ground has to build recycling tanks and a colony pod. I think that will give her nearly 12 to 15 turns before she is needed back at Parade Ground.” Santiago glanced again around the room and no one else said anything.

“Excellent, I am very pleased so far with our progress and I want to commend Director Boothe and her people in the work they have done. Soon we will have cleared and planted three sectors of land that will increase our production and our resource base. Also, Major Stewart and Director Boothe have just told me prior to this meeting that they expect another breakthrough in the next three turns. Even though we are tapping only a fraction of the energy potential of the boreholes it is still enough to boost our research rate greatly.” Santiago waited for the other command members to also congratulate the two and then continued. “There is still a lot of hard work ahead of us and even more “unknowns” so we must work harder and do everything within our power to maximize our resources. I want a report from each of you as to what you can do within your departments on energy conservation.” They all nodded again, acknowledging her orders.

“All right, lets get to work!” Santiago put the pointer down and Mannsfield yelled out, “ORDER ARMS!” and they all saluted. Santiago returned the salute and turned and left the command center.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2144

“Most of the rocky ground was removed, allowing us to fully utilize this sector’s potential,” Terraforming Specialist Kakra said. “At this point we can access the fully biologic potential of this rainy area, as well as the still abundant mineral deposits. Of course, the energy lode was always there, but it didn’t make economic sense to utilize the area. There were much more likely areas that were more profitable.”

Morgan displayed signs of being impatient. “What is the bottom line, Doctor.”

“The bottom line is that this improvement boosted energy production by 67 percent, which translates into one extra megacredit of energy for the national treasury and more research resources, which are always welcome,” she said.

“Was it worth eight years of effort?” Board Member Terrance B. Warren III asked.

“In my opinion, yes,” Kakra stated. “This area will be a linchpin and, as it stands, will require no more terraforming at our present level of technology. We could have built a solar collector, but this takes six years. Focusing on this sector increased food production and made the sector viable.”

Morgan leaned forward. “I accept your analysis. Are there other sectors that could benefit from such modification?”

“Yes. There are several nutrient lodes, similar to that utilized by Morgan Industries, which currently are obscured by xenofungus. A few others are handicapped by rock formations, as was this energy source.”

“Couldn’t we construct a forest and wait for it to grow into the fungus?” Warren asked.

“Yes, but that is not something you can count on. We have seen two sectors of fungus be replaced by forest, which is welcome, but we can’t predict this, not yet at least. I recommend we combine our terraforming effort with roads, and coordinate this with our colonization efforts. A secondary strategy is to devote a few formers to interior work, refining and honing our sectors at established bases, while allocating two-thirds of the formers to our frontier.”

“That seems prudent,” Morgan said. “Any other discussion?”

Warren seemed like he was about to say something, and then changed his mind.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2145

Commandant Reginald Fitz-Wallace III walked along the path with his staff in tow. They had decided to visit the first forest ever planted on Sparta or on Chiron for all they knew. Both Director Boothe, Ast. Director Smith and Colonel Santiago wanted a first hand report of their forest operation and recommendations for the next project. This sector had always been very prosperous since it was rich in nutrients but with the addition of the forest mineral production hand doubled and an increase in energy. The major problem facing Fitz-Wallace and his colony, Bunker 118, was the lack of arable sectors. The wind patterns on Sparta and the mountains to the west caused much of the free moisture to fall on the western slopes of the mountains leaving the eastern slops arid. Also, much of the land surrounding Bunker 118 was covered in fungus.

“Okay gentleman, we have seen the forest, watched the civilian workers care and manage the forest so what else is there?” Fitz-Wallace had never enjoyed accepted, or liked, the idea of being a base commandant. He wanted a combat command more than anything so inspecting a forest was near the bottom of his list.

“Sir, Asst. Director Smith and her terra-forming department have sent forward several recommendations as to how they wish to proceed. They recommend that the terra-formers be allowed to move south and plant another sector of forests.” Fitz-Wallace’s aide replied.

“Yes, yes, yes. I have read that too. However, we are cut-off out here. The fungus fields to the west make it next to impossible for any reinforcements to reach us. So I am going to recommend to the Colonel and Director Booth and Ast. Director Smith that we build a long-range sensor array in this area. The forest will provide excellent cover for the site. It will be able to scan an area two sectors in all directions giving us good coverage to our north, east and west. It will also provide excellent surveillance of the fungus and surrounding sea sectors. I think it is crucial to our operations here. When the sensor is complete the terra-former can move south and clear the sector just south of Bunker 118 and plant another forest along with a sensor array. That would give us a 360 degree coverage, two sectors deep of the entire area around our city.” Fitz-Wallace had stopped during while talking and was looking at a group of civilians harvesting several trees.

“I will write up that recommendation and add the tactical analysis you have given Commandant and send that to command. I am sure they will have to agree with your recommendations based on this.” His aide replied as he waited for his commandant to return to the speeder.

“Yes, I hope they will or else. I know you know how much I hate this job but if I am going to do it I want to have the best city in all of Sparta. Once we get our recycling tanks done we can begin with Asst. Director Smiths plan to build a sea version of the terra-former. By harvesting the fruits of the sea we can double our nutrient production over any land sector and increase our energy reserves by building those tidal wave energy collectors. Then we can start on building another garrison unit for our city and much, much more.” Fitz-Wallace had at last tired of watching the civilians harvesting the trees and began walking back to the speeder. Yes, once he had made Bunker 118 a shining example of his efficiency then command would surely allow him a transfer to a combat command.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2145

“Board Members,” Morgan began, “we have a proposal by the base administrator at Morgan Antimatter to allow 40 megacredits of energy so that they can complete their recycling tank five years ahead of schedule. Here is a summary of their rationale.”

Morgan paused while Rothchild shunted the details to their datapads. Each board member called up the specifics of the proposal, which boiled down to a 50 percent increase in surplus food, a 25 percent increase in industrial capacity, and a 20 percent increase in energy production. All told, the allocation would net Morgan Antimatter 15 extra units of production, which was significant. Moreover, it would allow it to start on another infrastructure improvement and complete it five years or more ahead of schedule.

There were many nods as the Board read the text and scanned through the graphics, some of which blinked into existence above the board member, who then took the trouble to interrogate the model with soft but distinctly spoken commands. Soon this became a spectator sport to some, with a few participants vying for the most penetration question that would make the simulation fall apart.

None was able to do so.

Nwabudike was pleased. Here was a group of highly intelligent and motivated men and women, the best humanity had to offer. They were putting this proposal through its paces, just as he had done. His analysis was complete, and it looked like the board members were reaching the same conclusion. Although it was a significant outlay, it was well worth it.

“Is there any discussion?” he asked.

“Yes,” Director Shirer said. “It is an almost water tight case. The only question that remains is can we afford it? In my opinion the answer is yes. We will still have almost 20 megacredits left, and we will replenish our treasury in four or five years. It seems like a wise investment. For me, though, the clincher is that they will be able to start on a recreation commons next year, which will prepare them for bigger, grander projects.”

There was a chorus of agreement and affirmations.

“Then, as President of this board, I call for a vote,” Morgan said.

The vote was unanimous.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2146

Santiago read the recommendations sent forward by Hazra for the next class of officer candidates. She had reserved the right to approve or disapprove any cadet wishing to enter the academies. For the most part her review was only cursory and she rarely ever went against the recommendations made by the officer candidate committee. What she looked for were the marginal candidates to see if they should be allowed to enter or not. Sometimes she would even interview them in order to get a better feel for the cadet and his possible leadership skills. The “marginal” candidate she was going to meet today was Carlos Sanchez, her suspected son. He had adequate marks in all areas but nothing stood out. When “asked” by a superior to take charge he did so but and performed “adequately” but he never asked for command nor while in command took any chances. The door announcer began to beep, Carlos was here, she hit the unlock button and the door opened. A very young man of almost 18 years of age, had it been that long? He marched up to her desk and snapped a crisp salute and waited for her to return it.

“At ease,” She returned the salute and he assumed the position of parade rest. “Do you know why I asked you here today cadet?”

“I would bet it was concerning my application for officer school, Colonel.” He replied.

“Why do you want to be an officer?” She asked.

“Because I do.” He said curtly.

“Well, that is not an adequate answer, not be a long shot. I need officers that will lead men into combat, into situations that they might loose everyone of them in order to accomplish the mission. The greatest challenge before a military leader is after he has trained his men and women does he have the courage to order them into harms way. Do you have the courage?” She barked back, upset at his smug response.

“Yes colonel I do.” He shot back.

“Your records do not indicate that willingness in any way. In fact, they place you near the bottom for any possibility of becoming an officer. You seem to lack any desire to command so why should I give you a chance when I know someone else might actually use the opportunity?” She was becoming annoyed with her “son”; his arrogance had no end it seemed.

“Colonel, school is school, combat is combat. I never as much effort into military training school because it was just that, school. If you give me the chance at the academy I will not let you do or our nation. I promise you.” His response was full of conviction and honesty. Santiago watched him for a moment waiting if he would panic and try and say something else to sway her but he held his ground.

“Okay, I will place you on probation. You are in providing you remain in the upper 10% of your class. Is that understood cadet?” She stood up and waited for his response.

“Yes colonel it is!” He shot back with a smile in his eyes.

“Dismissed cadet!” He saluted her and she returned it and he performed a picture perfect 180 turn and left her office. She stood there for a few minutes remembering that she had disliked preparatory school as well.

	25-09-2003 21:51									#16
	Put an end to popups!

Morgan Interstellar, MY 2146

The opening ceremonies were now over and Morgan could enjoy the afterglow. It was always satisfying when a new base was formally inaugurated, and this was the seventh Morganite base to be established. True, it was on moderately useful territory, but it had potential. But, more importantly, it now meant Morganite population was equal to that of Zakharov, and significantly more than the enigmatic Cyborgs. With more bases and population it logically followed that there would be more resources, and long-term success. Let Zakharov and Aki hoard their intellectual resources – the same would happen to them in the future, unless they paid the price, of course.

Morgan smiled almost constantly and worked the crowd with fervor. As with all ceremonial events, it was an opportunity to press the flesh as any good politician would. Technically he knew he wasn’t more than the leader of the Board of Directors, established after the last Unity faction had been defeated. In truth he was the leader of these people and he took pride that they reflected his values more every day. Even the old Unity officers were loyal, if subordinate, supporters. They had been willingly co-opted long ago.

The only worry was future growth. Three core bases were now given over to internal improvements and, as such, colony production had slowed. This was now in the hands of the three small bases, and they wouldn’t have more colony pods ready for a decade or more. Now that there were six terraformers, soon to be seven now that Morgan Interstellar had received its 25 megacredits to complete its own terraformer, land change projects would accelerate. Forests, roads, farms, sensors, and even a few solar panels would dot and then cover the land. There was not ample time to create roads, sensors and improvements to new colony sites. Still, in four to six years he knew he would have double the population of the Cyborgs and twice as many bases: likewise with Zakharov.

Time was on his side, and CEO Nwabudike Morgan knew it.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2147

Commandant Willard Smithe watched the colonists below working hard to complete the final work needed to get the newest Spartan colony up and running. Colonel Santiago had allowed him to name his colony, as was now the tradition and he choose to name the sixth Spartan colony, the Citadel. The Citadel was the last colony to be established on the Sparta Island all future colonies would be established overseas. Probably for the next two decades the Spartan cities would build, equip and staff the colony pods for oversea deployment but after that the new colonies would be required to shoulder the burden of expansion while the core Spartan cities made needed improvements. His colony, the Citadel, was operational but there was still work to do, but the most important work would still take another turn or two, the completion of the garrisons weapons. The garrison for Citadel still lacked the laser rifles and laser cannon sleds that were being built and assembled as fast as they could in the just assembled assembly areas. After establishing the colony the command staff had ordered Parade Ground to relinquish control of the mineral/nutrient rich sector to the north in order for Citadel to get a good start. Parade Ground had little need for the sector since they had just dispatched half of their population on the seventh colony pod that left harbor aboard the HAULER.. It would be nearly four turns before Commandant Chang Ki-Ro would be able to establish his colony on the new lands to the west. Smithe had been ordered to build his garrison first and then concentrate on recycling tanks and then he would have to build a colony pod, one destined for the lands to the east. Once HAULER deposited her precious cargo of colonists it would return to the central Spartan seas and investigate those possible UNITY pods. After that he had been told that HAULER would transport the 1st scout/rovers to the lands in the east to scout for a colony site for the colony pod destined to be built here.

“Commandant, if you could sign these forms to authorize more workers to the production of the laser weapons?” Smithe’s aide, Captain Shelly Anderson had quietly walked up behind him while he was thinking and watching. The observation deck just above the command center had become his favorite spot to get away from the turmoil and chaos below. He was an excellent soldier but he had never been good at the paperwork, administration was not his favorite area. Luckily he had Shelly Anderson to help him with it. She was his right and left hand when it came to managing this place and he had already decided that when the next colony pod would be built he would put her name down for the list of candidates for commandant.

“Thank you captain.” He took the papers and quickly signed them and handed them back. “So how goes things today?”

“Excellent Commandant. If the promised energy credits arrive from command we can complete the work on the weapons next turn and begin training our garrison with them. It was good planning by command that they sent with us a core group of non-comm’s who were already familiar with laser weapons to train our soldiers.” She replied as she put the papers into a folder she was carrying.

“Yes, command does seem to think of everything. Captain have you seen latest map files that they forwarded to us?” He asked as he continued to watch the people below.

“Yes Commandant. It is amazing to think how much land is over there just waiting for us to claim it. Once we can get some colonies up and running over there and especially a few terra-formers we should be able to expand our holdings and resources greatly. Why, the mountains over there alone will give us the ability to set-up a massive solar collection stations that could supply power for all of Sparta.”

“Yes,” He turned to face her and moved to the door leading to the stairwell to the command bunker. “However, I am not sure if expanding to the west is the best route. Command wants to expand to the east as well. This way both the right and left flank to Sparta will be strong enough to shield the home island and us. The plan is ambitious but I am sure Santiago will find a way to get it done. I know that she plans on sending the 1st scout/rovers over to the east as soon as possible.”

“That would be fascinating and a great challenge to accept. I enjoy reading the reports from Captain Morning of the 2nd as he details all the things he finds and sees on the new continent. It is a great challenge to keep his team operational out there without any direct support or supplies. As soon as Commandant Chang gets his colony up and running at least Morning will be able to get fresh supplies and a base to service his rovers. From the last report they are almost directly south of us about seven sectors away, is that correct Commandant?” She asked as they walked down the stairs.

“Yes, they are still moving south by east and then they have orders to make a 180 degree turn and move back northwards along the far side of the continent thus completing their survey of the southern portion of the continent. When they begin to move back to the north they can refit at Chang’s new base.” He reached the bottom of the stairs and opened the doors and walked in.

“COMMAND ATTENTION, COMMANDANT ON THE DECK!” Shouted the master at arms who was responsible for security in the command bunker.

“AT EASE!” Smithe yelled and walked through the command bunker past the map tables and communication centers to his office, captain Anderson followed behind him.

Smithe walked up to the duty officer who’s desk sat just out side his office.

“Commandant, this update just came in from command for your eyes only.” The duty officer handed him a folder, which Smithe opened and read then handed it back to the duty officer.

“Put that to file.” Smithe turned and walked into his office followed by Anderson.

“What did the flash report say Commandant?”

“It was an update on the secret project at Sparta Command. It seems the alien artifact has been very useful to them in increasing their productivity. They expect to make a breakthrough in less than 20 turns! That could give the Spartan nation an incredible edge over any other group that might have survived the crash. We could either complete the genetic research or go with the project that Director Boothe is pushing for, the advanced terra-forming project. Either way it would give us an incredible boost.” Smithe sat down and began to fumble with the papers on his desk.

“Commandant, allow me, please.” Anderson worked around the desk and began to organize his papers. Smithe could only imagine how terrible things would be if he did not have Anderson around.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2147

“Well, this is interesting,” Morgan said as he accessed the Summary View and pulled up more information. A fragmentary image of a vessel plying the oceans appeared and then played for a few minutes. Then the craft, which was already at the edge of detection range, faded and disappeared to the west. “So now the Cyborgs have a navy?”

“So it would appear,” Rothchild said. “Our garrison at Interstellar only saw them for a moment, but we definitely saw a small sea craft, kind of like the old foils of Earth.”

“It is unfortunate that the Cyborgs seem to have no interest in sharing their technology,” Morgan commented as he viewed the image again. “I could see some use in such a device.”

“But not until our cities have grown a bit, sir,” Rothchild said.

Morgan looked up. He knew he was referring to the chronic support problems smaller Morgan bases had, and how this limited development and expansion. The problem largely went away when the population expanded to 2000 people, but before then there was typically only one industrial unit, which meant not much got built.

“Yes,” Morgan commented. “Of course.” Morgan was quiet for a moment. “Although we have a decent land mass to deal with it is limiting. If we had this technology we would be in the position to…acquire other technology, if we deemed it appropriate.”

Rothchild’s eyebrows went up ever so slightly. “Anything else, sir?”

“No. Take the rest of the day of. I’m turning in early,” Morgan said.

Rothchild inclined his head and turned to leave. It was only 8:30 pm, and it was unusual for the CEO to stop work so early. As he left he accessed some tell-tales and found that the CEO was feeling reasonably well except for a small buildup in lactic acid, indicating fatigue.

He shut the door behind him as he left.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2148

“A WHAT!!” Santiago barked as she glared at Mannsfield, Boothe and Stewart.

“Colonel, I understand your disappointment but Boothe and Stewart have driven their departments hard and they are still working on projects with little success yet. However, Boothe’s civilian researchers have offered these designs for recreational commons to be built at each base. On the surface it does sound disappointing and as I said Colonel I understand your disappointment but please let Boothe explain.” Mannsfield asked hoping Santiago would check her temper for a few minutes and listen. He watched Santiago struggle for a few seconds with her anger, something she had gotten better at over the years.

“Okay Boothe, tell me why I should invest our time and efforts into building recreational commons at each base.” Santiago leaned back in her chair still glaring at them.

“Colonel, the answer is simple. Not every Spartan is a soldier. In time, even our soldiers retire from service and live and work in the civilian world. Our civilians and surprisingly even some of our citizens are unhappy that all of our efforts, all of our energy, all of our resources go into military applications and expansion. As our populations grow at each base I fear that resentment and anger will began to spread. I am not saying that a mutiny is brewing, our people are loyal and a good number of them our citizens, ex-soldiers who know that duty and honor and service are life long commitments but still this could be an issue, in time with the civilians. The civilian contractors that worked on these plans invested a great amount of research and time into studying the effects that recreational outlets have on the health and prosperity of people. If our people are happy they in turn will support our efforts even more. To put it simply Colonel we really do not want to see the day our soldiers have to put down riots in the streets. These recreational outlets will keep that from happening. Also, the contract proposal they forwarded with the plans seems very beneficial to both parties. They provide the plans and technical blueprints for the recreational machines and common areas and, in turn, we build the recreational commons. If we grant them an exclusionary contract to manage, maintain and staff the recreational areas they will pay us a substantial portion of the profits which we can use for our military operations.” Boothe pulled out from a folder a thick spiral bound book and put it on Corazon’s desk. “Its all in there Colonel. I think if you take the time to study it you will see that this is a good plan for us all.”

Corazon leaned forward and pulled the notebook towards her and began to read it. She continued on for several minutes and then glanced up at them, a look of annoyance on her face.

“You are dismissed!”

She then bowed her head and continued to read. The three of them quickly turned and left the room thinking that perhaps they had just dodged a very big bullet.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2148

Morgan continued to pore through his daily Situation Report, or SitRep for short. Each entry was merely a few sentences with hyperlinks if more information was needed. It was a good was to start the morning, although today’s looked a bit dull.

Item 23: New University sea base off their western coast. Intelligence estimates population at 11,000 at four bases.

Item 24: Cyborg population is 8000 with four bases. No evidence of sea bases at this time. No further information on the sea foil.

Item 25: Farm completed near Morgan Interstellar. One former continues west to build a road. Others will head east to build a forest, then a sensor.

Item 26: Former south of Morgan Distribution made it through the fungus successfully; no mindworms reported. The garrison went back to the base. The former’s mission is to construct a road and any appropriate terraforming in preparation of future colony sites.

Item 27: The two formers to the northeast have completed their forest, and the second is going to the coast to construct a road and a sensor. Estimated time to complete: seven years.

Item 28: Former completed road at solar panel near Morgan Collections. Former moved and successfully entered the fungus by Morgan Industries. Will begin removing fungus next year. Forest to the east now has spread to six sectors.

Item 29: Lead scientist Throanson suggests there will be a break thought next year. No speculation on what the breakthrough might be; they just know they are close to ‘something’.

Morgan read the last items with some apprehension. He knew what he wanted – a more advanced economic system, one that would provide the understanding to implement a Free Market system. But, he also knew not to be too hopeful since he had been disappointed in the past.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2149

Santiago waited patiently for the enemy scouts to walk past her position, as she remained motionless beneath the fungus that covered her. She had issued orders to her team to remain still until the main body arrived. Suddenly there was shooting all around her and she realized that her plan had failed; someone had panicked. She eased herself up allowing the fungus to slid back down as she surveyed the scene. Chaos. The enemy scouts were all around the area and her team had reacted by firing thus exposing their positions.

“CEASE FIRE!” She yelled as she jumped up.

Everyone began to hold his or her fire and slowly stand up.

“WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!” She roared as she stomped into the middle of the training area. “Who opened fire first?"

“Colonel, I think it was me.” A young female officer cadet raised her hand. “The enemy had just stepped on top of me, on my back and I moaned. I turned over and fired.”

“Why didn’t you use your knife?" Santiago was tired, very tired. She had decided some field training was in order, more for her benefit than these cadets and now she almost regretted it. She did not have the patience anymore for training cadets, raw recruits.

“Colonel, I didn’t think.”

“That was your problem cadet. Your thinking or not thinking was the problem at least you go that right. In combat we Spartans need to rely on instinct. That is why we train and train and train to develop your instinct, your instantaneous reaction to a situation. When you think or lack of that is what causes failure in combat.” Corazon turned and looked around, as the other cadets seemed to be grasping it.

“Now, we will try this again and again and again until we get it right. Now, gather up and lets review what happened in more detail and then we can go on to the next training exercise.” Santiago kneeled down and pulled out a sheet of plastic covered paper that she could mark on. She watched the eager faces of the cadets as the crowded around. Some of the other command council leaders thought her time out here was a waste but the future, the prosperity of the Spartan people could be found in these young cadets. That is why she took the time to train them.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2149

Morgan reflected that getting away is good for the soul, and in this case he had to get far away. Yes, his soul would need lots of good karma to wash away the tongue-lashing he had given his bumpkin scientists.

Eight years he had waited, eight! And what to they present – some gibberish like ‘Ethical Calculus’. Rubbish! He knew he could be a terror when he wanted to be, and he had given it to them and more. Terror was a practiced thing, a tool to sway the weak willed or, sometimes, those who through no fault of their own have less ability to resist. Regardless, the function is the same; the stronger prevails.

It didn’t give him any solace, however. It would likely be a five to ten years before another breakthrough was truly possible. This time, he had instructed his cowed scientists, they are to be sure to emphasize Building and Exploration, the cornerstones of economic breakthroughs.

Maybe one day democracy, as fashioned by Ethical Calculus, would be appropriate. But not now since it was neither needed nor useful. Economics, however, are an entirely different story.

	25-09-2003 21:52									#17
	Support Apolyton

Sparta, MY 2150

Assistant Director Andrea Smith kept reading the report over and over again and it was hard not to believe the smile on her face was getting larger each time.

“What an amazing thing, simply amazing!” She stood and walked around her desk and hugged the junior aide who had given her the flash report from terra-former #2. The terra-former crew reported that the sector just northwest of the one they had just finished planting with tree saplings had show signs of tree growth. When they investigated the sensor readings they not only found them it to be correct but actually understated. In the time it took for the crew to build the sensor array and move eastward the forest had expanded. Smith left her office and almost ran down the hall and up the stairs to the Director Boothe’s office. When she arrived she did not even wait for Boothe’s aide to announce her, she just went right on in.

“Smith, what are doing?” Boothe barked as her door was flung open.

“You have to read this!” She almost ran to the Booth’s desk and flung the report at her. It took only a few seconds to read and Boothe was now smiling as wide as Smith.

“This is wonderful news! I will issue orders today to have Ironholm take control of that sector to boost their energy and mineral production. We can only hope the forest near Bunker 118 will also expand quickly to eat away at huge fungus field. If the forests would only expand this fast then we could transfer one or even two terra-formers to the west.” Boothe had stood up and walked around her desk to congratulate Smith. She reached out and hugged her and Smith responded. They both were happy for the simple reason that they knew that as the importance of their work grew and helped to feed and defend Sparta their role as advisors and leaders amongst the command council would grow as well. Boothe released her hug and noticed that Smith held hers for a few more minutes longer. She looked a Smith who seemed very happy and yet strange.

“Perhaps we should continue our celebration later tonight?” Boothe asked and Smith only continued to smile.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2150

“This is truly an auspicious day,” Morgan stated. “We have finally surpassed the University in population with our recent growth spurt at Morgan Distribution, Morgan Studios, and Morgan Industries. 14,000 people! That is quite an achievement.”

Director Shirer nodded. “Yes, it is. You will note that our research ability increased markedly, although not as much as hoped. Has our research liaison commented on this?”

Rothchild spoke up. “Yes. He said that most of the extra energy went to the treasury, and a little was unaccounted for – waste he called it. I tracked this down and he is correct. It seems there is an inherent inefficiency where a little is lost here and there, resulting in a cumulative loss of a megacredit or two. Even so we cut a few years off our research schedule.”

“And that will first increase when Robotics and Interstellar grow to 2000 soon,” Morgan said.

“That is only temporary,” Rothchild commented. “Studios, Distribution, and Robotics all have colony pods in production, which will be active long before they reach 3000 people.”

“No matter,” Morgan said. “The new bases will more than make up for it. And, but that time they will likely have sufficient stores to almost immediately grow back to 2000. It is as near of a sure bet as I have ever made.”

“Will they be established in time for our next breakthrough? We are expecting a new economic paradigm, aren’t we?” Shirer asked.

“We’d better,” Morgan said.


*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2151

Commandant Chang Wa-Lee walked along the perimeter of Defiance Freehold making sure everything was in order. Chang was pleased at how quickly they got the base up and running considering how few supplies they had. The HAULER was a big ship but it simply could not carry everything. For one, they could not bring the equipment and parts to equip the garrison with laser weapons they had only enough room for the assault rifles as it stood. Command had felt that terra-forming parts were more important since they would not have access the terra-formers on Sparta. Chang had been walking for some time and he was getting tired. He was the oldest member of the colony, a UNITY crewmember. All of his charges had been born on Chiron. His people looked up to him, they relied on him to make the right choices. At least he had Captain Morning to help him to protect and expand Spartan holdings on Thrace. Thrace, the name for the new continent that they had found. He had named it honor of the Thracian warriors who had been allies to Sparta. Santiago had liked the name as well.

“Commandant!” A soldier had run over up to him from behind. “Commandant, there is a communication for you at the command bunker from Captain Morning.” The Soldier assumed the position of attention and waited.

“Inform command that I am returning.” Chang began to walk back but the soldier ran.

Chang reached the air lock for the command bunker and let it cycle through the venting process and then stepped into the security annex where he checked in with the master at arms and took off his environment suit. A young lieutenant walked up to him with a piece of paper.

“Commandant, here is the radio traffic from Captain Morning.” Chang took it and began to read it. Morning had reached the southern pole area and was planning to move eastward to complete his survey of the eastern shores of Thrace. The southern pole area was not as fertile as the northern areas. No sea corridor could be found along the pole area so there would be no “southwest” passage route as hoped by command. Morning had found another excellent colony site along the coastline that had access to a rich nutrient sector and a river, which he had named the Tigress River. Most of the remaining information was housekeeping traffic, fuel levels, and supply requirements. Morning and his rovers would need a major overhaul when they got back. Chang handed the note back to the lieutenant.

“Forward this to Sparta Command at once so they can update their maps and situation reports.” Chang looked around the cramped bunker and was pleased at the hard work these young men and women were doing. They were all along way from home now and they had only each other to rely on now. Chang knew that he would make Defiance Freehold one of the most important and crucial cities in the Spartan nation with the help of these people.

	25-09-2003 21:53									#18
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Morgan Industries, MY 2151

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a pretty clear business case,” Shirer said. “The allocation of 22 megacredits from our treasury will allow us to finish the recycling tanks at Morgan Collections by four years. While this may not seem like much keep in mind that those minerals would be spent on the tanks can now go toward other things, and that the tanks themselves will yield energy, minerals, and food for our populous.”

Morgan steepled his fingers and asked, “How long will it take that surplus to be replaced.”

“A mere two years,” he replied. “Our energy surplus has grown considerably since our last growth spurt.”

The Board was waiting on Morgan, and he let them wait for a moment.

“I agree with Director Shirer,” he said. “It is prudent, if for no other reason than it moves production along. Either Collections or Antimatter can start on a larger infrastructure improvement or a Project once their recreation commons are complete. Any discussion?”

The CEO looked around the room. There was no discussion. None was really needed since similar issues had been hashed out previously.

“Very well,” he said. “Did you get that Mr. Rothchild?”

He nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Then our meeting is adjourned.”

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2152

Santiago walked into the morning briefing as everyone jumped to his or her feet as Mannsfield yelled, “ATTENTION!”

“At EASE! Take your seats.” Santiago replied as she walked over to her customary chair in the front row and sat down. Her aide, Captain Longstreet, was a few feet behind her moved quickly past her and sat down next to her on her left side.

“Good morning Colonel.” Mannsfield commented and Santiago nodded back in acknowledgment. “Well, as I was saying the program developed by Major Hazra and myself is coming along well. We have production and training schedules set-up at each of our cities to begin building a second garrison company. All of the new infantry companies will be heavy infantry equipped with laser rifles and laser cannons. In fact, Bunker 118 has just completed its second garrison company this turn. This should also help ease the strain on the current garrison unit and help provide better coverage while patrolling the city. Major Hazra has developed, what I feel, is a very good training course for all of our garrison units that will cover policing procedures. Not all of the people that live in our cities are citizens, many of them our civilians that even though they have had some military training for the most part they are still civilians. As such they lack the discipline and integrity our troops and veterans so keeping the “peace” in our cities is important. In time, we can build facilities to provide controlled recreational outlets for our people that will help to manage the boredom and stress. But until then we have to rely on the army to do so. Next turn Sparta Command will have over three thousand people living within our walls. Luckily, the alien robot we have under our control is a constant reminder to anyone or any group that would get out of line that the army is willing and able to move and restore order. Now, Director Boothe would like to update everyone on the status of terra-forming operations.” Mannsfield walked away from the podium and Boothe quickly walked up and grabbed the projector control.

“Good, now if you can please turn to tab four and follow along.” Boothe waited for everyone to get to the page. “Now, as you can see we have made a great deal of progress in our terra-forming operations. Asst. Director Smith should be commended for her tireless work. As you can see we now have four forest sectors in production. We have completed three sensor arrays that have been placed in three of the four forest sectors. The sensor array control centers are heavily camouflaged in those forest sectors. We have cleared three sectors of fungus and we are working on one more that when cleared should expose a rich nutrient sector for production. In consultations with Asst. Director Smith we have decided to build a farm and solar collection facility on that sector. Terra-formers from Ironholm will assist the crew already there from Hero’s waypoint. We have one sector fully developed just north of Hero’s Waypoint that has a farm and solar collection generator. The solar collection system is not very efficient but it does generate one terra-watt of power per turn. There are now roads linking Ironholm to Hero’s Waypoint. We are also working on a farm sector and solar collection sector just north of Sparta Command. Along with that they will complete a road system that will eventually link Sparta Command to Bunker 118. The terra-former crew from Bunker 118 is now clearing a road through the forest sector to the west. In all, I can state our terra-forming operations are progressing very quickly and once we can team up our terra-formers on the eastern and western halves of Sparta then the work will go even faster. Thank you, and is there any questions?” Boothe looked around and didn’t see any and was about to step down but Santiago cleared her throat and quickly asked, “What is the status of research?”

“Colonel, due to the energy from the boreholes we have maintained a good research capacity and we seem to be maintaining averaging a breakthrough every 10 to 11 turns. Also, we have several lines of research in development now. The most promising is research into a new form of metal, a synthetic metal that will be far stronger than any metal we can now produce. It could be used to build stronger buildings but Major Stewart’s group who are spearheading the work wishes to apply it toward military applications. They have designs for infantry body armor and armor for rovers. Major Stewart’s team is working with my team and our civilian contractors on this project that could lead to further advances in industrial operations. Currently our civilian contractors are helping us with our research at no expense to us so long as they can also share in the non-military applications of the technology.” Boothe waited for Santiago to say something, anything.

“Why has researched continued to lag in weapon design?” Santiago asked with a strong emphasis on lag.

Major Stewart quickly got up and walked up to the front alongside Boothe.

“Colonel, it has not been from lack of efforts I assure you. The bottom line is that our efforts to develop more advanced weapon systems is and has been hindered by our ignorance in other fields of science and technology. We simply lack the industrial research facilities to make further advances possible. That is why the work being done by all three research teams is so crucial to our weapon research. Once we have these new industrial facilities up and running along with their labs we should make quick progress towards new weapons and new armor designs. We really lucked out in developing laser weapons since we had so many of the answers in front or should I say since we had the alien robot. It helped us greatly in our efforts it answered a lot of questions before we had to ask them since we had a working model in front of us.” Both Booth and Stewart waited for Santiago to ask another question but she only turned to her aide Longstreet and talked with him. Mannsfield quickly walked back to the podium and motioned for them to set down.

“Well, now, lets keep going so we can stay on schedule. If you will turn to tab five I will….”

Santiago shut out Mannsfield from her thoughts, as she looked at the projections in the briefing book. In less than five turns they should complete the first advanced factories and labs and then if all went well they could start working on new weapons. Well, if she had waited this long another decade or two would not hurt, she hoped…

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2252

“Sir,” Rothchild said. “I have what may be disturbing news.”

This statement got Morgan’s undivided attention.

“It appears that our scientists’ research may go in one of two ways. One would be a breakthrough in an economic paradigm, which is what you have told them is preferable. An equally likely advance would unlock the biologic potential of our farms, allowing increased food collection. At this point it is not at all clear which is likely, and the scientists will not commit.”

Morgan frowned. But, he wasn’t irritated, yet at least. There was something to be said for more food and growth. But, economic were the key.

“Find some way to give them an incentive,” Morgan said. “And let them know I will be somewhat displeased if they do not give appropriate attention to economic issues. I do not understand how both could be equally likely – biologic potential and economics have nothing to do with each other!”

“Actually,” Rothchild said, “it is more that both are making progress and although they are focusing on economics, more progress is being made in biologic potential. If you ask them the scientists will tell you that science can’t be accurately planned, and only somewhat predicted and that there is a high degree of variability.”

“I understand that,” Morgan stated as he pushed back his chair. “It does not mean I have to like it, nor does it mean I will idly sit back and accept this…predicament. I am not a passive person.”

“Yes, sir,” Rothchild said. He noticed Morgan had grown quiet – his ‘musing’ time he called it. Rothchild took this opportunity to quietly slip out since he had other duties to attend to, like berating scientists, which was like hitting a dog with a newspaper: they don’t understand, but feel bad anyway.

*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2153

Captain Marshal Jorgenson and his executive officer, Sirius Carsten, watched the crew operate the deck crane as they hauled in the UNITY pod from the sea. The pod was much, much smaller than the other pods Spartan troops had found on land decades ago. The crew maneuvered the pod over the deck and slowly lowered it down. Once on deck the chief bosuns mate ordered the crew to clear away the netting and sea fungus.

“Its much smaller than I expected.” Carsten remarked as he followed his captain down the ladder to the deck.

“Sirius I am surprised at you. This is a communication and emergency beacon pod from one of the UNITY landing pods. During re-entry six emergency beacon pods would detach and scatter over a wide area from each of the colony pods. What we have here is one of those pods and from the markings it looks like it came from the white colony pod. If you remember we landed in the black pod so this beacon pod would have the communication frequency for the white UNITY landing pod.” Jorgenson grabbed Carsten by the elbow and pulled him over to the railing. “Okay, first, order the crew to lower this into the hold and place a guard on it, 24 hours. Second, I will need the chief radio operator, Robinson, to meet me down there in an hour. He and I will pop it open and pull the frequency information to send back to command. Number one, this is a prize beyond measure!”

Jorgenson walked back to the ladder and began climbing up to the bridge. Carsten turned around and began looking for the chief of the boat to get the pod moved down into the hold.



Mannsfield walked quickly down the hallway to the command council meeting room where in minutes Santiago would be talking with Professor Zakharov. When Mannsfield opened the channel several days ago he startled a very young radio operator from the white UNITY pod survivors who then immediately contacted his superior. Mannsfield spent several hours talking with an aide to Professor Zakharov who was the leader of the white UNITY pod and the chief scientist aboard the UNITY. It turned out that during the chaos on that fateful day Zakharov had managed to gather most of the top scientists and technicians into his pod and now they had formed a scientific community or as they called it, the University. Mannsfield had worked with Zakharov’s assistant to prepare some background information for both leaders to help them during this first meeting. In some ways Santiago had been pleased at the news they had found other survivors and in other ways she had become even more tense and moody about the prospect of neighbors or more correctly future enemies. Mannsfield reached the command council room just as the main screen began to light up and the face of Zakharov filled it.

“Greetings Corazon Santiago, I was very glad to hear that more survivors had made it through the catastrophe.” Zakharov smiled and leaned his head slightly to the right.

Santiago immediately looked at Mannsfield, nothing in his report had indicated the prospect of “other” survivors, and his expression said it all. An obvious trick to gain the upper hand in the negotiations today by forgetting to inform the Spartans of such important news.

“Yes.” She responded. The simple answer seemed to annoy Zakharov.

“Yes, well, there are several other colony pod leaders that managed to survive. I have communication frequencies for both Director Morgan and Aki Zeta of the Cyborgs and for a small sum of 20 energy credits each I will give them to you.” Zakharov resumed the same silly smile.

“No.” She replied.

Zakharov’s face seemed troubled once again by the tense and simple response.

“I have reviewed the preliminary data that was sent to us and I wish to offer the following exchange of data. For your files on terra forming I will trade you our files on informational networks. Also, in exchange for your map files I will trade to you our files on polymorphic software.” He waited for a response.

Santiago had seen the list as well and had asked her staff for recommendations. This had been the exact list they had wanted as well. Two technologies for one and a map file an exchange that greatly favored the Spartans.

“Agreed.” She replied.

Zakharov smile got even larger then as if waiting for her to add something to her simple response continued to smile. After a few minutes of silence his smile began to droop.

“I wish to offer a treaty of friendship between our two nations it will help to insure continued peace amongst the lea..” Santiago cut him off.

“No, Zakharov, no treaty. I will send our files to you at the appointed time agreed upon by our aides. Sparta OUT!” She looked over at Mannsfield to cut the connection and the screen went black.

“I want a report on my desk as soon as possible that gives me a clear picture of these other factions. I will not sign a treaty with any leader until I have a clear picture of the other players. Is that understood? Boothe and Stewart! I want a report from you two on the impact the new technology will have. I saw a brief note in Mannsfield’s briefing book about the possibility of using that software program Zakharov is trading us to build long-range artillery units. I want a detailed report on that and consider it priority number one. If our possible enemies have technology that gives them a military edge over us I want that edge as well. Lastly, I want the best report possible on who these other leaders are, Morgan and Aki Zeta and I want to know what the hell is a “cyborg”, now MOVE PEOPLE I WANT ANSWERS!” Santiago stood up and marched out of the room. Mannsfield didn’t even have time to call the room to attention.

“Okay, you heard the Colonel. I will assign the work in the next hour. Those of you who were named specifically to provide a report I want to see a draft in 24 hours, is that clear!” The room quickly emptied leaving Mannsfield all alone. Now, the real work begins he thought.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2153

“And exactly why are our people harvesting resources from less than optimal territory?” Morgan asked.

The managers of Interstellar, Distribution, and Robotics looked at each other. Finally Director Schwartz ventured an answer, “We don’t know. Clear orders were given, and then it appeared they were being followed. But when task managers checked they were harvesting resources from, as you put it, less than optimal territory.”

“Yes. Less than optimal,” Morgan said. He pulled out a flimsy. “Interstellar was harvesting from an undeveloped moist area instead of the nutrient lode.” He paused. “Distribution was harvesting a single nutrient from fungus,” Morgan said. He almost spat out the last word. “Instead of a forest. The situation at Robotics was not quite so unfortunate since that team was harvesting from a rainy square instead of the forest as they had been ordered.”

Morgan put down his flimsy and looked at the assembled managers. “I believe in accountability, ladies and gentleman. Having reviewed these files I find you all culpable in gross incompetence. Mr. Schwartz, Ms. Laine, you are fired. Each of you will be fined in accordance with the established ordinances, and your cases will be brought before a magistrate to determine if they warrant criminal prosecution. Ms. Wathworth, you will receive an official censure, but since it was not gross misconduct you will be given a chance to redeem yourself. You will have your chance to defend yourself as your hearings are held.”

Morgan paused again. “I am very disappointed in all of you. This audience is complete.”

	25-09-2003 21:53									#19
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Sparta, MY 2154

Commandant Chang watched the boiling mass of worm “stuff” surge towards the outer perimeter of Defiance Freehold. The observation post to the north had detected the approach of the mass and had retreated back to base to report. The mass seemed to sense their movement and followed them back through the sector that was strewn with rocks and boulders. The mass was definitely “slowed” by having to move through the rugged terrain unlike the scouts. That was several days ago and now the worm mass had arrived.

“OPEN FIRE!” Chang yelled over the microphone and in a second every assault rifle opened fire. The concentrated firepower tore into the worm mass and began to shred large chunks away like a hot knife through butter. However, the creature would not go down without a fight. It sent searing waves of psionic energy at the defenders forcing many to fall to the ground, blood flowing from their ears and eyes. The battle seemed to last forever but only a few minutes past and the worm mass was torn to shreds.

Chang checked in with his aide and the garrison captain to get their reports. The garrison had suffered nearly 40% casualties due to the mind attack, many of the injured would recover but it would take time. Chang’s aide had immediately organized the recovery of the energy pearls that were left within the remains. Now, Chang thought the most important battle, the report!


Lt. Commander Marshal Jorgenson watched the recovery of yet another small pod from the sea. He knew instantly that it was not another communications pod but rather an informational storage unit. The mission commanders fearing that the landing pods might become damaged during re-entry had decided that a backup system was needed to insure that valuable data would not be lost. Jorgenson quickly slid down the ladder to the main deck and watched the crew clear away the netting. He knelled down and quickly opened the hatch to examine the contents. Data crystals! Jorgenson quickly reviewed the contents inside and found a vast array of data crystals. Each was marked with small laser etched codes indicating what material was inside. Jorgenson quickly reviewed the chart he had been sent by command and found no matches.

“What the hell!” Jorgenson blurted out. He quickly looked up at the crew who were watching him. “Inform the XO to come down here right away.”

Jorgenson picked up several more crystals and looked at the codes, no match again. He flipped the code sheet back over and immediately something struck his eye. The same design or “code” on the crystals was the same emblem that was found on the cover of the manual book near the bottom. It read Property of Nwabudike Morgan Enterprises. What in the hell! He knew Morgan was one of the businessmen who had helped build the UNITY but why in the world would these crystals not be logged on the inventory sheet and why would they have the corporate symbol of Morgan Enterprises.

“Sir, you asked for me?” Jorgenson looked up at the sound of his XO’s voice.

“Take these crystals back to the radio shack and have the data downloaded ASAP. Send it back to command via the encrypted channel.”




Director Boothe had quickly arrived at the command bunker as ordered by Colonel Santiago. She found that nearly the entire command staff was there and they quickly gestured for her to come over.

“Boothe, look at this information that was sent by HAULER. It seems to be some sort of technical files that they found at sea in a data pod. What can you make of them?” Santiago asked.

Boothe quickly began to review the information and within a minute she knew what it was. Industrial plans for building advanced factories, chemical formulas, production blueprints for advanced factory machines.

“Colonel, where did you get this!” Boothe turned and almost grabbed at Santiago. “Colonel this is what we have been working on for nearly 6 turns. These are plans for setting up factories, industrial automation and chemical formulae for creating new synthetic products. Where did you say these came from because I know these were never part of the data files on UNITY.”

“Director, as I said, they were found in a data pod at sea. We decoded the crystal identification markers on the crystals and found that they were the back up files for a businessman named Nwabudike Morgan. Why they were on UNITY I have no idea. So, exactly how valuable are these?” Santiago asked watching Boothe’s smile get wider and wider.

“Colonel, with this information I can build armor for our troops, ships and rovers!”

Santiago at last began to smile…

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2254

CEO Morgan was in a foul mood. He held in his hand another report of a setback, a significant setback. One of the formers had been destroyed in the southern lands by a rogue mindworm.

No. Morgan corrected himself. They were ALL rogue mindworms! This was the second terraformer that the native infestations had destroyed. Each was a huge investment in their meager industrial output and energy.

Morgan crumpled the flimsy. He had personally allocated 25 megacredits to construct this former! Now he would have to either delay the construction of a colony pod or do without their seventh terraformer. Neither was a desirable proposition. But, they did have six other terraformers, and that counted for something. Two more were near Distribution, and these were now go west to prepare more lands or continue preparing land by developed bases.

But, there was another problem: the rogue worm! It would undoubtedly consume the terraformer’s work, rendering it useless. Then it would go on its ravenous way to Distribution.

That was unacceptable, and Morgan called up some files to see if another scout could be fashioned without too much inefficiency.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2155

Captain Morning slowly crawled across the ground towards the command rover trying to reach the emergency radio beacon before he died, his last act as commander of the 2nd scout/rovers. During the night a giant spore launcher creature had attacked them and Morning had ordered a counter-attack, a foolish mistake, one that cost him his life and command. His unit was tired and their equipment in terrible condition due to the long period of time since they last got supplies. It had cost them.

The counter-attack went badly, the spore launcher quickly disabled their already malfunctioning vehicles and one the men were reduced to foot speed it was all over. Morning looked up and saw the creature was sending out another wave of spores, this time he would die. He used his last remaining strength to reach the command rover and reached in and hit the emergency marker beacon. He had been told be command that if he hit this beacon they would assume the worst case scenario that they had been attacked and that their last act would be to initiate the beacon, and they were correct. The spores began to land all around morning and on him. The pain was too much to bear and he began to black out. Too much pain.


Santiago waited patiently in the command center for any word but the radio operators only heard static. The continued their efforts in vain, knowing that there was nobody out there to return their hails.

“Keep trying for 24 hours and if they do not report in, list them as missing in action.” Santiago stood up and slowly walked to the doors. This had been the first defeat suffered by Sparta and she vowed it would be the last time any Spartan soldier, citizen or civilian would die by these creatures. They would be hunted down; their fungus fields burned and she would rid them from the planet, once and for all.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Distribution, MY 2155

Faroqu activated his radio. “Distribution, this is scout 2. I just registered an explosion near where Distribution’s terraformer used to be. Activating high-res now.”

His field of view shot forward, making the fungal fields in the foreground blur and then disappear. The view was fuzzy for a split second before the image enhancers took hold. Gradually the image cleared and was filled with icons: mindworm at the edge of the fungal field with certainty 97 percent; unknown hostile in the un-resolved and unexplored fungus to the south.

“Mindworm still present. Enhancements indicate it is still slightly damaged. The road is gone, however. It is likely that a spoor launcher took it out, although it is not in view. No indication where it might be. Per CEO Morgan’s directive I’m shunting this report and visuals to Morgan Industries for analysis. Will continue to observe per the Directory’s requirement.”

Morgan closed the data file. This was distressing. Not only was there one mindworm to trouble them, but now a spoor launcher wrecking their hard-won terraforming advancements. And that was the site for Distribution’s next colony pod, which was due to be completed in two years!

This was vexing, but could not be ignored. Interstellar was on notice that its colony pod might be switched to a scout, and that order was likely soon.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2156

Santiago looked around the room at the senior command staff as they waited for the communication line to be established between themselves and the University. Santiago had ordered all of the senior command staff to be present since Zakharov would not tell them why he wanted to talk with her. Mannsfield had tried several times to get the details of the meeting from Zakharov’s aide but he was under orders not to reveal them.

Suddenly the black screen began to light up and the symbol of the University popped up and below it read, “stand-by”.

Santiago was becoming slightly irritated by having to wait and but she kept her anger under control and waited. Then the screen switched and Professor Zakharov was now on the screen. In the background several of his aides and senior staff were there.

“Good morning Colonel and greetings to lieutenant Colonel Mannsfield and your staff.” Zakharov announced. He was extremely pleased with himself this morning by the tone of his voice and the smile on his face.

“Zakharov you have kept me waiting long enough, what do you want?” Santiago barked back at him.

“I wish to give you a gift, as a token of our appreciation and support for your people. I am going to forward the communication frequency for Aki-Zeta of the Cyborgs at NO cost to you, as sign of our good will and friendship.” Zakharov continued to smile all time waiting for a response.

“We accept your offer.” Santiago replied quickly showing no sign of emotion. However, she chuckled to herself that just a few turns ago Zakharov wanted to charge her 20 mega-credits for it and now its free, where was the catch?

“Excellent, now perhaps you might reconsider our offer of a treaty between our people?” Zakharov waited once again, smiling all the while, for a response.

“No, our policy has not changed. We are not entering into any treaties until we have a much firmer understanding of the other factions that have survived. We will certainly remember your generosity when we do decide to make an alliance, Santiago OUT!” Santiago reached over and closed the channel and then looked up and smiled at the other command staff members.

“I am not sure exactly what Zakharov’s plan is but suffice it to say that I think the man is desperate. To give away the cyborgs communication frequency and ask for nothing in return was lunacy, desperation. I what to contact the cyborgs now! I want to find out what is going on.” Santiago looked over at Mannsfield who was already punching in the frequency into the system that was linked to the communications section of the command bunker.

“Mannsfield, once we establish contact if I need to I want to be able to put the cyborgs on hold, in case we need to discuss something, alert the radio center to be prompt.” Mannsfield nodded his head in reply as he continued to talk to the radio center over his headset. After a few minutes he put down the headset.

“The cyborgs should be coming on the line in a few minutes, they already seem to be aware of us, perhaps Zakharov has told them something of us.” Mannsfield replied.

“What, if anything new do we know about the cyborgs and their leader, Aki-Zeta?” Santiago asked looking around the room.

“Colonel, unfortunately we have little else to add to the report I have already sent you about a turn ago. The University has been very reluctant to provide us with any additional information. We know that Aki-Zeta was the lead researcher on Zakharov’s staff in the field of computer science, in particular, artificial intelligence. From what little we know their pod took heavy damage when it landed and she used her research to “replace” the damaged or lost parts that her people suffered whether that was an arm, leg, ear or eye or part of the brain. Aki-Zeta herself suffered severe head trauma and had part of her brain augmented with electronic components to help regain her command of speech and walking. Over the years the cyborgs have worked to expand their holdings to improve the process and devices they use for cybernetic implants. From what we can tell at birth this process is started and carried on up to adulthood when any last changes are made.” Major Pete Gregorivich responded.

“You are not telling me anything new!” Santiago barked again. “In the future when I ask for new information only give me what I ask for, I don’t need a history lesson.”

“Colonel, the cyborg leader is standing by.” Mannsfield reported. Santiago turned to him and nodded and he patched in the video feed. The screen lit up and the face of a very attractive women who had blond hair and blue eyes and attached to the side of her head and on top were several electronic devices.

“Colonel Corazon Santiago I am Aki-Zeta prime functionary of the cyborg colony.” The voice was flat and lacked any emotion.

“Aki-Zeta I was given your communication frequency by Professor Zakharov. He had mentioned before that there were other survivors, namely you. We have enjoyed a beneficial relationship with the University so perhaps we can too. I would be willing to entertain the exchange of technology. I am uploading a list of technologies we have to offer.” Santiago reached down and hit the send button. When Santiago looked up she saw that Aki-Zeta’s eyes were glazed over as if in a trance. For perhaps twenty seconds her eyes were unfocused and then they fluttered and she looked back at the screen.

“Transmission received. We would offer the exchange of our trance-mind protection technology in exchange for your files on advanced polymorphic software. Indicate your status to this offer.” Once again the same lifeless voice spoke.

“What exactly is trance protection Aki-Zeta?” Santiago asked.

“Trance protection will increase your ability by over 50% to defend yourselves against the native life forms on this planet.” Aki-Zeta replied.

Santiago quickly nodded to Mannsfield who hit the pause button.

“I am against, in general, exchanging any military technology but I think we should not pass up this opportunity to gain such a valuable technology. If we would have had this “trance” technology Captain Morning would still be alive. I have vowed to myself that I will see every native form of life cleansed from this planet; Chiron is for the humans, for Sparta. Unless someone has any issues with my thinking speak now.” Santiago looked around the table and no one disagreed. Santiago nodded again to Mannsfield who opened the channel.

“Agreed, we will accept your offer Aki-Zeta. After we review the specifications for the trance technology we will release our files on the advance software.” Santiago replied.

“Affirmative. We now offer a treaty of friendship with the cyborgs colony, do you accept?” Aki-Zeta responded.

“No, as I have told Zakharov we will not entertain any alliance with any faction until we have made contact with all of the remaining survivors. We agree to a truce, nothing more.” Santiago very forcible replied.

“Regrettable decision, flawed in your facts. Alliance with the Cyborg colony would be of benefit to all. Short sighted approach to long term issue.” Aki-Zeta replied with the barest hint of annoyance in her voice, the first emotion she had shown.

“Its our decision, Santiago out.” Santiago nodded to Mansfield to close the channel. “I want a report on my desk within 24 hours. I want more information on the Cyborgs now. I want to find out everything we can. Begin by getting access to their open communication channels.” Santiago stood up and everyone quickly jumped to attention as she walked out of the room.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2156

Morgan reviewed the first good news he had gotten in a while: the completion of solar panels near Morgan Robotics. He scanned the stat sheet and it was impressive – they’d increased scientific output by 11 percent, and energy reserves by 8 percent. Most satisfying! If reports were correct there was even likely to be a breakthrough next year.

More worrisome was news that the worm had started advancing toward Distribution. It was clear the colony pod, which was due to be completed at Distribution next year, would severely deplete their resources. Moreover, Interstellar wasn’t ready to add their resources to the fray by allocation them to another scout.

It was enough to give him a splitting headache. Morgan rubbed the bridge of his nose in a feeble effort to relieve the tension but, as usual, it didn’t work.

Morgan hoped, even prayed, that the worm presented itself for execution. That wasn’t likely, but there was always hope.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2157

Santiago watched as the first test on the trance protection modules were started. The garrison unit from Sparta Command had found a neophyte mind worm in the fungus fields to the south. It was strong enough to kill but it could stun very easily. The specially designed room for the worm was dimly light but Santiago could see the worm moving. On the other side of the movable wall stood a young soldier wearing a slightly larger helmet than was standard.

“Raise the wall!” Stewart yelled in the microphone and the large wall began to rise. As soon as the worm “saw” the human it moved within a few feet and it began to pulse. Everyone in the room far above began to hold their head to help “cushion” the psychic blow from the worm except the soldier standing next to the worm. He continued to take a defensive stance but never once did he flinch.

“EXCELLENT, end the test” Stewart yelled. As soon as the soldier heard the order he reached down and picked up a laser rifle and began to fire continuous bursts into the creature cutting it up like a hot knife through butter. Within seconds the worm was no more.

“Major Stewart order all current military production of infantry garrison units to include trance protection modules and that includes our newest ship, is that understood?” Santiago asked.

“Perfectly Colonel.” He replied.

Santiago climbed down the long ladder into the testing room as she watched the testing crew enter and help the young soldier take off his equipment. The small worm lay at her feet and she kicked it once and it only “oozed” some more goo. Now, let us see planet attach us now, when we area on equal terms. She let her mind go for a few minutes imagining and entire planet free from the fungus and the threat of the worms. She held on to that thought for some time since it was much better than remembering the loss of Captain Morning.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2157

CEO Morgan was in his best blue suit, which he had tastefully accessorized with an apricot undervest and starched white edge-down shirt. He even had his favorite diamond cuff links, which were one of the few truly valuable items of apparel he had saved during the chaotic Unity descent. Even his perfectly matching navy shoes, which were buffed to a high shine, were exuberant.

It was not Morgan’s attire that made him shine, however – it was his countenance. He stood posing with other dignitaries holding a gold plated ceremonial scissors that he held up for all to see. With the other hand he motioned to the crowd to cease cheering since he had something to say.

After a few moments a hush spread and then all eyes were on the Good CEO. “My friends,” he started, “I have rarely had the great fortune to address all of you and to officiate such a grand event. And, make no mistake this is a grand event. For many years, decades certainly, we have pooled our resources to our grand Project – the Weather Paradigm. Now all of our hard work and planning have paid off. The Weather Paradigm is complete!”

A spontaneous cheer broke out and Morgan smiled. He could hardly blame them.

“This will be a boon to us all,” he continued during the lull, “even as our satellite network and probes start their work it is clear that our terraforming will be massively accelerated, allowing our valiant terraforming teams to complete in four years what it once took six. This will make our lands all the more productive, to the benefit of us all. We will even have the ability to undertake great feats of works not even dreamed on Earth such as the whole-scale raising of lands, or even the creation of rivers – such is the power of our achievement!”

Now Morgan branded the golden, oversized scissors. He lowered them to the red ribbon the stretched in front of him. Using one hand on each end of the handle he opened the scissors wide and place the open blades over the ribbon. Then he motioned to the nearby dignitaries to join him and, once they understood they were to take part, they all went over to place their hands on his. A few moments later Morgan took a deep breath, then slowly closed the scissors blades. The thick ribbon was sundered, and it fell to the ground.

Another cheer broke out. An assistant appeared to take the scissors and Morgan and the assembled dignitaries waved to the crowd, and the yells swelled to a crescendo.

Through it all Morgan looked radiant.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2158

Santiago followed by Mannsfield, Hazra and Santiago’s elite bodyguards walked into the military testing research room and were quickly met by Major Stewart.

“Good morning Colonel, have we got something to show you today!” Stewart stood at attention, saluting. Santiago quickly returned the salute and asked, “So from what I hear you have a new weapon to show us, is that correct?”

Stewart suddenly looked shocked, stunned, “Colonel, how did you know?”

“Well Major, it seems that we have a leak somewhere in your organization. Earlier this morning I was contacted by Aki-Zeta asking for us to “release” our new weapon designs. Of course, Lt. Colonel Mannsfield had know idea of exactly what she was talking about so the conversation ended very quickly. Suffice it to say we will never exchange military technology to anyone for anything. So I ask myself, how did she find out before even I, or Lt. Colonel Mannsfield know that you had finished your work on this weapon?”

“Colonel, I... I... I am not sure how she knows about the impact-particle cannon!” Stewart looked bewildered and stunned.

“Major I intend to have Major Gregorivich to look into the matter and he will also implement a new security system. Major Gregorivich will also appoint a new chief of internal security to make sure this will not happen again. So, the cyborgs know we have a new weapon so perhaps you should show it to me now.” Santiago began moving into the room and towards a group of scientists clustered around a weapons sled and table. As she approached they moved back allowing her a clear view. The “sled” was a slightly modified version of the tracked sled they were using for the laser cannons however it had a larger power unit and a gun shield made out of the new synthetic metal. The particle cannon was slightly larger than the laser version but the design was far more sophisticated and refined.

“Colonel, allow me to demonstrate the improved firepower of the impact cannon.” Stewart jumped up on the sled and powered it up and moved it into position to fire at the target at the other end of the firing range. “The firepower of the impact cannon is roughly 200% more powerful than our current laser cannons. The ratio is the same for the impact rifles over the laser rifles our infantry units are using. As you can see we have already fired several shots down range using an assault machine gun and with a laser cannon. The machine gun had no effect on the reinforced concrete wall that is covered in an inch thick sheet of synth-metal. The laser cannon was able to scorch and burn through the metal and slightly damage the wall underneath but only after numerous concentrated shots over a 20-minute period of time. Now let me show you what this can do. Everyone please stand back!”

Stewart swiveled the cannon into position and activated the laser range finder and locked on to the target. Suddenly the cannon began to pulse with a “bluish” light and then a searing white stream of pulsing energy blasts that lanced out from the cannon and the stream of energy struck the wall and it exploded into tiny fragments. Dust and smoke filled the far end of the firing range for several minutes then it began to clear revealing that the only a small portion of the wall remained. The upper part of the wall had a melted look to it and the surrounding walls were scorched from the heat.

“As you can see Colonel even our best armor offers no protection to this weapon. Our offensive capabilities now far out distance our defensive systems.”

“Thank you Major. I will review the remaining data later. Inform you team that I am impressed with their work and congratulate them for me.” Santiago quickly turned and began to leave the room with her “entourage” trailing behind. As they left the room and walked down the long corridor back to the main complex Santiago motioned for Mannsfield to move next to her.

“How soon do you think we can get these new weapons into production?”

“Colonel, not for some time. I would estimate ten turns at best. We are nearly done with building our entire second garrison units with trance and synth-metal armor upgrades so that all of the “core” Spartan bases will have at least one laser armed unit with armor. We can upgrade the old light infantry units at a later date.” Mannsfield replied.

“What I want to see by the end of the day is a plan to put together a strike force using these new weapons. I want a mobile strike force, no infantry, just rovers. Keep the number to four rover regiments, no more than that, three assault rover regiments that are fully armored and one artillery regiment for support but it doesn’t need to be armored. I want to see plans on how soon we could get a strike force put together. If we do find “other” survivors out there who are not nearly as “advanced” as us I intend to offer them our hand of friendship to join with us in the greater Spartan Federation.” Mannsfield looked over at Santiago. “Colonel, I suspect they will find it hard to find our hand of friendship as it will most likely be holding an impact rifle.”

“That’s the only hand of friendship I intend to offer Mannsfield. We might in time seek “allies” that we can build a greater alliance with but for now we have a decided “edge” in military weaponry and training. I fully intend to use that edge to bring the other survivors under our flag, is that clear?” Santiago asked looking back at Mannsfield.

“I thought that was the plan from the day we landed Colonel.”

“Yes, it has.” Santiago smiled and continuing walking towards the command bunker. The only problem now was creating that reality. Currently Sparta Command was nearing the end of the long research project on the human genome project, perhaps when that was done they could begin building one of the rover regiments. Hero’s Waypoint was building a recreational facility and then they would begin another special project. Ironholm was already supporting two terra-formers and soon to be completed two heavy infantry units and there are plans for another transport to be built as well. Parade Ground, Citadel and Bunker 118 would have to take up the burden of building the remaining units once they complete their colony pods. Within a decade the Spartan nation would have three more colonies operational which would much needed resources. However, the most crucial step would be to find these “other” factions. Bunker 118 would complete next turn the first attack foil armed with lasers and trance protection and that ship would be the key to finding those weaker factions. Yes, Santiago thought, in was just a matter of time now and a little bit of luck.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2158

Just when Morgan thought things were going his way he gets this: more mindworm attacks!

The CEO’s composure cracked and he threw the datapad across the room.

Already the scout defender at Distribution had tried and failed to kill the worm. The best estimates were that it was damaged to 60 percent. That wasn’t so bad – more scouts were in production, and others could be shunted from other bases.

But now a second worm had shown up on the heel of the switch to a Free Market system. Morgan remembered all too well the warnings he had gotten on how a Free Market system would impair their defensive team’s ability to attack and kill native life.

It was all so frustrating! Their economy was humming along even with the setbacks. It would be near thing if Distribution were lost.

Those blasted worms!

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2159

Commandant Reginald Fitz-Wallace III watched as the newest ship in the Spartan fleet slowly slid down the dry dock ramp into the harbor. SFS Warrior was a beautiful ship, sleek, fast and powerful. The attack foil was armed with forward and aft mounted aft laser cannons in armored turrets. The ship had belts of synth-metal up to three inches thick would protect its vital areas. However, the most advanced system it carried was ship wide “trance” protection system to help shield the crew from the mind attacks. Fitz-Wallace turned to the young man standing next to him, Lt. Commander Roger Kent, captain of the WARRIOR.

“You have an amazing ship Kent, simply amazing!”

“Thank you Commandant. WARRIOR is just the first of many ships, our flagship. We will soon be the rulers of the sea.” Kent began to walk down the steps to the harbor; Fitz-Wallace followed right beside him.

“Do you know where your first mission is Kent?” Fitz-Wallace asked.

“Yes Commandant. I have orders from the Chief of Naval Operations, Commander Stepovich, to scout the seas to the south then west to complete our survey. If I encounter any hostile sea creatures I am to destroy them. If I meet any survivors from the UNITY I am to report in and get further orders.” They had reached the bottom of the steps and began walking along the harbor towards the ship.

“I almost wish I could go with you Kent, I truly do. However, for now I am stuck here.” Fitz-Wallace had never fully come to terms with his posting as commandant of Bunker 118. He had always wanted a field command, not a desk job.

“Commandant, I am sure that once we find other survivors out there leaders with experience such as yourself will be first in line for a field command. We will need our top soldiers leading the way.” They had reached the gangplank to WARRIOR and Kent turned and saluted Fitz-Wallace.

“Permission to leave sir!”

“Permission granted!” Fitz-Wallace returned the salute and watched Kent turn and walk up the gangplank and onto to his new ship and all the while wishing he would be the one standing on that deck and not sitting behind a desk.



“Commandant Chang! Commandant Chang! The terra former is about to leave and you asked me to notify you when it did.” Chang’s aide had rushed into his office slightly out of breath.

“Thank you.” Chang slowly stood up and walked around his desk and picked up his environment suit as he walked out the door. It took him a few minutes to suit up and cycle the air lock but it was another 15 minutes to reach the main gate. By the time he had reached it the terra former was already moving eastward. The site selected for the first project was just east of the base where a large energy deposit was located. The plan was to start a tree farm in that sector and build a sensor array as well. Once completed the terra former would move northward to help build farms in the central highlands of Thrace. Chang watched the large machine lumber slowly off into the distance. The next project for the assembly team was the construction of a new “trance” rover team to replace Captain Morning’s lost team. The new scout team would search the northern area of Thrace and hunt down any native life forms to help secure the new bases.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Distribution, MY 2159

Morgan paced up to the assembled squad of soldiers. His pace was deliberate, almost a march. The men and women he was approaching were standing erect, or as standing as erect as they were be able to. Most of them were severely hurt, and one was being held up by two of her comrades. It was clear she was barely conscious.

“Mr. Erin Barthow,” Morgan said as he held out his hand, “please accept my personal gratitude for your sacrifice and those of your squad mates. Also let me try to share your sadness at the loss of some of your brave comrades. They passed in the line of duty, and all the people of Morgan Distribution owe you and them their lives.”

Mr. Barthow took Morgan’s hand and shook it as firmly as he could.

Then the CEO broke from the program. He stepped forward and took a surprised Lieutenant Barthow in a full hug. For a moment the soldier did not know what to do. Should he embrace the CEO back? Just stand there? He decided to go with the moment and he returned the embrace.

Morgan whispered Thank you.

Erin nodded a little.

Morgan pulled back a little. “I would be honored if you would introduce me to you fellows. And I would like you and your people to tell me how you did this, if you feel up to it. You can’t imagine how proud I am of you, and I think we can all learn from your example.”

“Yes, sir,” Erin said. He cleared his throat as he motioned toward the wounded woman to his left. “This is Private Edwards. She led the attack and personally wielded the flamethrower that brought down the first boil. Her second, Private Hsing, did not survive.”

Morgan approached and put his hand on her shoulder. It was all he could do at the moment.

“Privates McDonald and Huddles,” Erin continued, nodding to the two holding up Edwards, “led the second rank that actually killed the second worm.” Morgan shook each outstretched hands in turn.

One by one Morgan worked his way down the line. He did so in all seriousness, and it was the first time he gave any serious thought to the military. This event had proven, more than any other, how vulnerable they were to this blight. Morgan vowed they would not be so vulnerable again.

*~*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2160

Captain Roger Kent watched the coast line sail by marveling at the rugged beauty of the new land. It seemed strange that the great eastern continent was only one sector away all this time. The reports he had sent back had already changed a great many minds at command concerning further exploration and colonization. It was clear that for security purposes alone that the great eastern continent had to be under Spartan control.

“Captain, shall we alter course to head south by east?” The helmsman asked.

Kent glanced to his left at the plot board where the navigational officer had just completed the latest course projection.

“Come to new course helm, steer 120 true, make revolutions for standard cruising speed.” Kent ordered.

“HELM! Make your course 120 true, cruising speed!” The duty officer repeated the officer to insure all bridge crew understood the order.

“CONN! Course is now 120 true, at cruising speed!” The helmsman replied after he punched in the new course and speed corrections.

“Captain, helm is now 120 true at cruising speed.” The duty officer reported to Kent.

“Thank you.” Kent replied and began to look out the window again at the coastline. Sure it would be nice to someday to see that strange new land but there was an entire sea to check out first. Kent watched for several more minutes and then decided he had to finish those reports for the chief of naval operations or face the consequences.

“Duty officer, I am going below now, you have the conn.” Kent stood up and pulled his hat down lower and walked across the bridge and out the hatch. The weather had become much colder as the moved to the polar regions and they would be getting closer to the poles every day.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2160

“Sir,” Senior Aid Rothchild said, “our production took a significant dip with the production of our last two colony pods last year. As you can see the two bases are back to a population of less than 2000 now.”

“Yes, I see that,” Morgan said as he looked through the data. “But, they had unrest problems due to our switch to a free market system. Those populations were only causing trouble, so I see no problem in having them go elsewhere. Perhaps it will give them an incentive to be productive.”

Morgan paused for a moment. “In fact, it seems to me that our new bases are our most productive. Each base produces at least 4 terraquads of energy, more if they have access to improve terrain. Our size factor two bases are no better unless they have a recreation commons, which we have built at only two bases to date.”

“Perhaps we should be completed the Human Genome Project?” Rothchild ventured.

Morgan looked up. “You could be right. We invested for a considerable period of time, and I understand several other factions are racing to complete that Project. I doubt we will get it.”

“There will be other projects,” Rothchild said. “Here is the proposed location for the colony pod from Robotics. It has a sensor, and a farm and forest sector already prepared. Of course, roads have been built to the territory already.”

Morgan nodded. “Very good. The base will be established next year?”

“Yes,” Rothchild said. “It should boost our energy production by 12 percent.”

Morgan nodded again. “And the second pod?”

“That is problematic. The worm attacks destroyed the former that had almost completed the terraforming. All that remains is a single, unconnected road. It will be of no help. However, the site is on a river and a mineral lode. I recommend that it is an excellent base choice. However, it will need a scout escort.”

“Is one available?”

“As it happens, yes. A scout is being completed at Distribution next year. It was our backup in case our attack on the mindworm failed. We will have to exercise caution when entering the fungal field, however. Our free market system makes our people less able to fight off any mindworm attack.”

“Then send two,” Morgan decided. “Get them both into position, then have one try to enter the fungus. Between the pod and two scouts they could get through.”

“Yes, sir,” Rothchild said. “Now, the only item is that our research rates has spiked sharply, and it will spike even more sharply when we establish our ninth and tenth base. We still have room for at east two or three more to the west, but beyond that we will have to go south.”

Morgan nodded as he heard this. It was not new since the general topic had been the focus of conversation at the recent Board meetings. “I am in agreement with Director Wang. We need to start developing our internal bases, and let our new bases worry about colony pods and formers. Priority is to be given to recreation commons and recycling tanks, then other projects. Will Studios or Robotics finish their commons soon?”

“I’m afraid not, sir. It may take a significant allocation of treasury resources to move that along.”

“We have time,” Morgan said. “They do not need the commons yet. But, make sure we keep an eye on it.”

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2161

The WARRIOR had been at general quarters for nearly an hour, the crew and ship were ready for action. The main forward laser cannon turret had been energized as well as the aft turret. The trance protection system was at full power. The ships radar had detected an “unknown” contact nearly 3 hours earlier and a new course had been laid in to intercept. As the ship reached visual range it became very clear the “unknown” contact was not another ship but a sea version of the mind worms found on land. It was far larger than anything they had seen on land and it was very similar to the land worms except it had a more flat, round shape, like a small island. As the ship approached the pulsing in everyone’s head began to get worse.

“XO bring the trance shielding to 110% power NOW! GUNNERY OFFICER OPEN FIRE! I WANT THAT THING OUT OF MY SEA, NOW!” Captain Kent pulled out his mag-glasses and watched as the forward laser cannons explode with twin beams of light that shot out and hit the sea mass dead on. For several minutes the pulsing in everyone’s head got worse and worse. Several crewmembers began to drop to the floor, blood flowing from their ears, nose and eyes.

“RAPID FIRE GUNNERY OFFICER! I WANT 120 % OUTPUT ON THE LASER CANNONS NOW!” Captain Kent roared into the headset.

“ROGER SIR!” The gunnery officer replied.

The forward guns began to fire again and again and they were at last taking a toll on the creature. In a few seconds the creature was listing to port, then to aft and smoke was rising from it. Then a fire broke out somewhere near the port side and more smoke. In a few more minutes the pulsing in everyone’s head began to ease off slowly at first then it dropped to nothing. The creature was in its last moments now. It was barely on the surface now, the fires were out but it was now breaking apart and the forward observers now were reporting that large nodules were floating on the surface, similar to the “planet pearls” found in the remains of the land creatures.

“Order the gigs lowered away number one and begin retrieval of the nodules. I have to contact command and inform them of our victory. Bring me a damage report as quickly as possible.” Captain Kent slowly stood up and realized that blood had been trickling down his nose as well. He stumbled a bit and grabbed the handrail as he made his way back into the chart room to prepare his report.

“Should I have the medics come sir?” Kent’s XO had moved quickly to him after seeing the blood as well.

“No, have them check the men first, then me.” Kent brushed the helping hand of his XO away and went into the chart room. He did not have time to fight this battle with his captain now, he had a ship to check out and crew to make sure they were all right. It was a victory and good one but if the bridge crew was any indication of the losses the ship took they were looking at about 25% casualties. That meant returning to port.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Mines, MY2161

The dedication ceremony for the ninth Morganite base Morgan Mines was over. All the dignitaries had made a brief speech, including the rather long-winded and repetitive harangue of the new base administrator Niles Svenson. Everyone was polite but, after a full hour of insipid metaphors, they were grateful when Senior Aid Rothchild burst into the room. He was apologetic, but needed Morgan’s attention immediately. Of course, Mr. Swenson didn’t object and waited for the great CEO to leave. He didn’t, forcing a merciful end to his speech.

Of course it was an ‘accident’ that Rothchild had arrived when he did. Morgan reflected that tight beam communications were a wonderful thing and vowed to use this tactic when needed. Luckily most of his administrators were brilliant and has more common sense than Mr. Svenson, but Morgan knew he had to take the good with the bad. And replace Mr. Swenson when someone better made themselves available.

*~*~*~*

Spartan MY 2162

Santiago watched as Commandant Byram Robertson walked into her office and saluted.

“Commandant Byram Robertson reporting as ordered, Colonel!” Santiago saluted the man back, “AT EASE, take a seat Robertson.”

“Thank you Colonel.” Robertson quickly sat down took out his PAD unit to take any notes, if needed.

“Robertson, I will assume your colony pod is ready and loaded to go, is that correct?” Santiago asked.

“Yes Colonel.”

“Excellent, I would be shocked if otherwise. I know command has been somewhat in turmoil this past turn as to where to send you and your people. Well, I have decided that you will go to Thrace, as originally planned. Once there you will be able to establish you colony three sectors away from Defiance Freehold and the two of you will support each other and become the “core” bases on that new continent.” Santiago could see her news was not too welcome from the look Robertson had on his face.

“Commandant, I understand your desire to be the “first” new colony on the great eastern continent but it is more important we build on what we have now. The colony pod that will be completed at Ironholm in five turns will be sent to the new eastern continent along with the one being built at Bunker 118.” Santiago stated firmly so that Robertson would understand that there would be no more discussion.

“Understood Colonel. Do you have any further orders?” Robertson replied stiffly.

“None, the consensus at command, and I agree with them, is that you should concentrate on expanding our holdings there, more colony pods. You should have little problem in that area since the colony site we have chosen for you is rich in nutrients. Commandant Chang will be the ranking officer on Thrace and as such he is strategic control there. Is that understood?” Santiago stood up indicating the meeting was over.

“Understood Colonel. Thank you.” Robertson saluted and held it then Santiago saluted him back. Robertson turned and left the room. Santiago watched him leave and her aide, Longstreet, closed the door behind him. Robertson was the youngest Commandant she had assigned but he was one of the best officers in the Spartan military. Robertson’s promotion also had an additional feature, it allowed a very young Carlos Sanchez to be promoted to the rank of captain and he would be the newest and youngest base garrison captain in the Spartan Military. Mannsfield had almost argued with her when she announced her choice since it contradicted the recommendations by the command staff. She had ended any further discussion quickly and ordered the promotions. Santiago wanted to test these men; in particular, one of them and the best way to test someone was to see if they could break under the burden of command. Now she will see what her son was made of.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY2162

“Thank again for your time Prokhor,” Morgan said. He wore his most winning smile, and he was disappointed with what that bought him.

Zakharov abruptly terminated the communication link.

Morgan couldn’t say he was happy, but then neither was he sad. Zakharov’s attitude had always been turbulent and less than friendly for no reason Morgan could surmise. Was it his proximity? Had he given him some offense in years back? It was impossible to say. At least he had done business, and that was the important thing. The negotiations had been hard won, but now the Morganites had Zak’s files on Doctrine: Flexibility, which gave them the critical infrastructure to build sea units. While that wasn’t on the docket for the immediate future, it would become more than useful soon. Then the first efforts to go out and see the world could be fulfilled.

Another bit of news mollified Morgan somewhat. Rothchild, in his usual efficient fashion, had prepared an executive summary of economic output. This surprised Morgan since he knew he could obsess on optimizing individual cities. What Rothchild had done was to pull together the whole picture and it painted a rosier picture. The energy total output of Morgan Industries was 77 terraquads. Some was lost to waste, but the vast majority went into the Morganite energy reserves and laboratory output, which were spiking nicely.

And that was fairly impressive.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2163

The lead team of genetic researches at Sparta Command sat across from Director Boothe in her conference room. The purpose of today’s meeting was to decide if they should use the alien “device”, as it was know now as, to complete the genetic research project in a two turns or to continue on as planned and finish it in twelve turns.

“Director Boothe the consensus of the research team here and those still working on the project agree we should try and withhold out use of the device. It was certainly complete the work much faster but then we would loose any further chance of studying it to see what other secrets it might reveal.” The lead scientist reported while handing over a very hefty written report as well.

“I also asked for a dissenting opinion as well.” Boothe asked.

“Director, if I may, I was asked by the chief scientist to provide that. It is my contention that we should unleash the power of the device now or by next turn. By completing the project now we can free up valuable lab and research teams to work on other projects. Also, our population is growing and the benefit that these genetically enhanced specialists will be pronounced. Sparta Command has plans for a state of the art command center and then plans for a sea former. None of these projects can take place until the human genome project is done. Lastly, the possibility that another faction might sneak up and complete it before us is a prospect that none of us want to see. It is the minority opinion that in three turns we should complete the project by using the device. In three turns Hero’s Waypoint will have completed their recreational facility and then they can begin the next project, the merchant exchange or other project that might be more useful.” The researcher finished his report and placed on Boothe’s desk a single page letter recommendation.

Boothe was quiet for a few minutes as her eyes weighed the hefty report against using the device and the single page report for using it. She knew that Santiago would never “read” the massive report expecting her to summarize and make her recommendations. It all came down to a very simple analogy do you go with what you know or throw the dice and gamble on some “future” possible project.

“Thank you gentlemen I will review the reports and let you know.” They group of researchers stood up and left the room leaving Boothe by herself. It was clear what she would do; unleash the device in two to three turns. She knew that Santiago would okay that with little fuss. She pushed the massive report the lead researcher gave her into the recycle basket there was no need to read it now.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Distribution, MY 2163

“So, let me get this straight. None of the base managers are asking for an infusion from the treasury for a city project. And, there are no immediate crises like marauding mindworms destroying formers or threatening bases. Our production is humming along, less the social problems caused by our free market system.” Morgan rattled off these non-events with some relish.

“That is right,” Rothchild said.

“Our colony pod made it through the fungus without incident?” Morgan asked.

“Yes, sir. The scout is advancing ahead of them, and they should be in position in a few years.”

“Very good. It’s too bad the road and sensor were destroyed. That would have cut a year of the transit time. There’s nothing to be done about it, though.”

“There is the issue of deciding the next improvement for Industries, sir,” Rothchild said. We have many choices including another Project, or perhaps a network node. Director Pathly suggested a holographic theatre would increase morale, and he does have a point.”

“We have less than a year to decide?” Morgan aasked.

“Yes.”

“I’ll leave it for the Board to make a recommendation. Let them know, however, that after the construction of the second garrison I am not too interested in more military units. Our other bases can concentrate on that type of investment,” Morgan stated.

“Acknowledged,” Rothchild said as he made a few notes and then shunted them off to the Board of Directors. “Anything else?”

“No,” Morgan said. “That is all for the day. Good night.”

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Sparta, MY 2164

>Office of Planning and Statistics, Sparta Command, 2164<

Chief statistician Miles Silverberg had always enjoyed his job as head of long range planning and statistics until today. When he had arrived at work the newest figures had been downloaded overnight and he was able to use them to complete his computations and what he found scared the hell out of him. After a few minutes of deep breathing to calm himself he methodically began to re-calculate and check his figures. Miles worked through the day and into the night with barely a stop for a quick bite of food and a bathroom break. By morning he had completed his rechecks and calculations and the outcome was the same again. This was not good at all. Silverberg looked all around his tiny office as if trying to find a life preserver or an escape hatch only to realize there was none. Silverberg was a civilian, a non-citizen, one of a growing handful that worked in Director Boothe’s department of planning and production. There was just too much work to be done in planning and production and the military personnel alone could not do it all. Originally he had wanted to work in Major Stewart’s department of military research and procurement but had been denied, as all civilians were, from working there. Only military or citizens, ex-military, could work in military research for security reasons. However, coming to this department had been a challenge and as time had passed he had enjoyed working here until today. He looked down at has paperwork and gathered it all up and then copied his statistical information and formulas onto a disc and then stood up and left his office for Director Boothe’s. He walked slowly going over the data in his head one last time and trying to organize the data so that he could clearly explain it to the Director. Suddenly he realized he was standing in front of the door to the director’s office and he had been standing there for several minutes, slowly he opened the door and walked in.

Director Boothe’s aide looked up Silverberg who had a good days plus facial growth, disheveled clothes and an expression of despair. Silverberg stood there for about a minute not saying a word.

“Can I help you?” The aide asked.

“Yes, I need to see the director.” Silverberg replied in a flat voice.

“Well, she is free now, let me check.” The aide got up and opened the door to the director’s office and closed the door. Silverberg stood motionless waiting. After about five minutes the door to the inner office opened and the aide stepped out followed by Director Boothe.

“Technician Silverberg, what can I do for you?” Boothe asked.

“Director, I need to talk with you and show you some data.” Silverberg quickly added, “Privately.” As he glanced over at the receptionist.

Boothe looked at Silverberg and then down at her aide then back at Silverberg. “Well, come in. Tasha hold me calls unless it’s from someone on the command council.” Boothe waved her hand for Silverberg to enter her office.

Slowly Silverberg entered the room and sat down in front of Director Boothe’s desk. Boothe followed behind then circled behind her own desk and sat down.

“Okay Silverberg, what is so urgent that you needed to speak to me about?” Boothe asked as she reached for a pen.

“Director I have been doing some projections based on the information I have gathered. Some of the information I have obtained comes from the University and Cyborg databases. Primarily my analysis concentrated on growth rates based on our current social and economic models. What I found was very disturbing to say the least. If you will read the synopsis of my report you will understand what I am talking about.” Silverberg reached across the desk and handed Boothe a large binder. Boothe opened the binder and began to read. It took her about ten minutes to complete the synopsis and when she was done she was as white as a ghost.

“Are you sure your facts and caluclations are correct?” Boothe asked somewhat shakily.

“Yes Director they are.” Silverberg replied flatly.

Boothe reached over to communication panel on her desk and hit a button. “Hold all of my calls and cancel any appointments today.” Boothe hit the button a second time and turned back to Silverberg. “Okay, you and I need to go through this page by page and you need to teach me so that when I present this to the command council I know what I am talking about.” Silverberg nodded his head and began opening his books.

“Director if you will turn to tab one we can start there on population growth projections.”


>Office of Lt. Colonel Mannsfield, Sparta Command Center, Sparta Command, 2164<

“Director Boothe, I have reviewed your report for tomorrows morning briefing and frankly I am stunned. You can not possibly expect to have me put this on the agenda!” Mannsfield pushed the thick report back across his desktop towards Boothe.

“Lt. Colonel Mannsfield, I understand your frustration and anger over my proposal but we have no choice. Simply put by the time we acquire these technologies we will be so far behind the other powers that we will be at their mercy. The longer we wait to make these improvements the further behind we will be. It will not matter how powerful our army is if the enemy can out build us, out man us and out fight us!” Boothe hastily replied.

“Boothe I think you go to far. Our soldiers are the best on this planet. To suggest such a thing borders on treason!” Mannsfield barked back.

“If you will just take the time to review the data and calculations I think you will see that you are wrong. Allow me to explain, first; lets look at the technology the Cyborgs have concerning advanced economic planning and informational networks. By current projections will not discover this ourselves for some time, for a long time. This technology would allow us to increase our industrial production and help us to increase our population. Currently our growth projections are flat which over time will put us at a great disadvantage. Another important aspect to this technology is the ability to create special espionage units that can both gather and protect technology and information. What good is our technological lead in military weapons if our enemies can just land these espionage teams and steal it from us without us ever knowing! It is clear to me and the facts support me on this that we need this technology. Also, with the advanced computer systems we can create advanced recreational facilities, holographic theaters to help entertain our population. As our population will grow we will need more outlets to help provide recreational outlets to keep our people happy.” Boothe had flipped open the binder and pointed out to Mannsfield on several pages the specific numbers and information she was talking about.

“Okay, for the sake of this argument I agree that we should make the trade with the Cybrogs but why should we make an exchange with the University for their files on advanced governmental models and child development. I can not see in any way why we should make this exchange.” Mannsfield grumpily replied.

“Lt. Colonel, it seems clear to me, and I am sure you will agree, that Colonel Santiago will never allow a national version of a democratic government.” Boothe watched Mannsfield trying to determine from his expression how he would reply. In truth there was no form of democracy practiced in the Spartan Federation. At the local level there were citizen councils who handled routine decisions but for everything else the military was the supreme authority and Colonel Santiago was the ultimate authority. “However, with the technology we can obtain we can implement a city wide democratic system to manage the civilians and citizens. The data clearly shows that even the civilians in such a system would be more highly motivated and contribute more to the system, to the city. This in turn will bring about increased production and growth rates. This in no way would threaten or weaken the military’s control of national policy. The military would still remain the supreme authority under this system.”

“Director Boothe I have read the report, it took me some time to get through it all but I did read it and I agree with you. However, the issue I have is what will it take to get these two new technologies? I frequently talk with both the University and Cyborgs and I can tell you that the only thing we have that they want is our advanced impact weapon. Colonel Santiago has made it very clear that the Spartan Federation will never exchange our weapon technology to others.” Mannsfield began to rub the side of his head for few seconds. “Colonel Santiago would need to be convinced, to be really convinced that such a trade would benefit us more than them.”

“Lt. Colonel I think I can make that case. Simply put we have no choice, we have to make the trade and here is why. One, by trading with both the Cyborgs and University we get a two for one exchange in technology. That alone saves us nearly 15 turns of research and credits that we can hardly afford now. Two, the direction Colonel Santiago has ordered our research teams to follow will never give us a chance to obtain these technologies anytime soon. In fact, it could another fifty turns before we ever get close to researching them ourselves which would put us considerably behind the other factions again. Third, we are not at war with either of the other factions. We do not even know where they are at on this planet. Based on the data you have collected the University and Cyborgs are equal to us in many areas, perhaps not in military strength, but in many other ways. At this time any military campaign would be ill advised for many reasons such as logistics and transport capacity. We simply could not stage enough military force quickly enough to be effective. With this technology we can obtain we can build up our society so that we can eventually stage such a military action, if needed. Fourth, our pre-eminence in weapon research will give us an edge. Already our scientists and researchers are working on more advanced weapon and armor systems. By the time if we did get into a conflict we would have superior weapon systems. Lastly, any successful military campaign is composed of two components: superior military forces and superior logistics. We have superior military forces but without the superior logistic support we will not able to equip our soldiers with the best weapons and armor, we will not be able to build the largest military force and we will not have the transport capacity to project our force. If you look at the most successful military powers in history, the Romans, Great Britain and the United States each of them had good to excellent military forces but where they excelled in, what gave them the clear advantage was logistics. The Romans had an excellent road system, Great Britain had sea power and the United States had a powerful military industrial complex that allowed them to support and project a massive army worldwide. Since Sparta is an island nation we will need to be the masters of the sea. We will need superior industrial capacity to out build our enemies in times of war.” Booth finished her statement waiting for Mannsfield to reply but he just sat there for some time with his eyes slightly closed then he raised his head and smiled.

“Director Boothe I had no idea that you are such an astute military expert. I cannot agree more with you position. When Colonel Santiago made her statement about not trading military technology she was not aware at that time about the full situation. At one point the University just wanted to “gift” them the impact weapon technology. I think we can convince her of the merits of your position and then have her negotiate a deal with them. The bottom line is if we do make an exchange we want to trade it to everyone at once or as many factions as we can. We want to benefit as much as possible from the technology as possible. I certainly do not want to see the University trade our weapons technology to the Cyborgs and gain more benefit than us. Okay, give me a couple of days to put something together for the Colonel. Keep this information between us for now, there is no reason to include any of this in the morning briefing, agreed?” Mannsfield stood up and reached his hand out to shake Boothe’s hand. “I am glad we have someone like you heading up your department Boothe, all of us military types would have missed this opportunity completely.” Boothe shook Mannsfield’s hand and then picked up her folders and left the room knowing that once again her position in the power structure of the Spartan Federation had climbed once again.

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>Main conference room, Command Center, Sparta Command, 2164<

“So Colonel Santiago I am glad that we can at last come to agreement. We will send you our files on advanced democratic institutions and policies and you, in turn, will send us data on these “impact” weapons. My military advisors inform me that they will be very useful in defending us against the mind worms.” Zakharov was a very happy man today and his face was beaming in pure pleasure.

“Professor Zakharov, lets complete the transaction now. On my count transmit the files as agreed.” Santiago reached over to a control station mounted on the desk. “On the count of three, 1 , 2 , 3, and transmit!” Santiago pushed the button. Both leaders continued to stare at each other and for several minutes then a small beeping could be heard indicating the transmission was complete. Santiago looked down at the display and confirmed that the transmission was done and the data was correct.

“Once again I think this can be the start of a new chapter in our relationship Colonel. The exchange of date can benefit us all.” Zakharov was all smiles.

“I can not agree with you more Professor. The Cyborg leader Aki-Zeta made the same statement just shortly after I traded her the same technology for advanced files on informational networks and holographic projectors. Santiago out!” As Corazon reached over to close the channel she could see the utter dismay and anger flash across the Zakharov’s face. It was obvious now that he wanted to benefit again from the exchange of data with the Cyborgs or at last threaten them with his advanced technology. The fool!
Santiago looked around the room and then zeroed in on Director Boothe.

“Okay Boothe, we have gone with your plan and we now have the two technologies safely stored in our data banks. What do we do with them now?” Santiago wanted a response now; luckily for her she was ready.

“Colonel, I have prepared a plan and Lt. Colonel Mannsfield has reviewed it and his made some comments and changes.” Boothe stood up and then moved about the room quickly distributing the plan to the fellow senior command staff. “As you can see my first recommendation is that we have the research team at Sparta Command immediately review the new technology on holographic systems. The virtual world project has even more promise than the human genome project in helping to control our citizens. Since we are only a few turns away from completing the human genome project we have ample resources to look at this virtual work project and try and complete it before anyone else. Also, with the aid of the alien artifact we have an “edge” over everyone else. The main benefit is that each network node that we build at each city can be connected to a holographic recreation system at no extra cost to build. We essentially get two benefits for the cost of one facility. Now, even if for some reason another faction might beat us we can still implement the humane genome project as a fall back, or another more worthwhile project. Now, I would also recommend that every city once they complete their recycling tank projects build a children’s crèche. Essentially the changes we would have to make to our current child development system would be modest but the rewards far exceed the costs. We will gain a 20% increase in population growth and I fully expect an increase in fighting effectiveness of our troops. Lastly, we are eight turns away from another major military breakthrough. Once we complete that research I propose that we switch to a planned economy. I have laid out a plan to organize the privately held or “citizen owned” enterprises under my department’s control. The list would only include a select number of the major companies in operation now. In essence the government of the Spartan Federation would become the “major” stockholder and as such we would provide overall guidance to the business but the current management would still operate the factory itself. Essentially the Spartan government would control the major means of production but we would also provide protection to the other Spartan industries by means of tariffs and taxes to imported goods. In addition, my department would develop guidelines and regulations for all remaining non-government controlled business in order to make sure they operate in “harmony” with each and the greater Spartan federation. I think that there might be some resistance by some of the major business leaders, the managers, but the citizen stockholders will still have a share in the business still so I suspect they will support our initiative. This move to a planned economic model will help protect and nurture our fledgling economy and we will also be able to maximize our economic power toward improving our military power.”

“Director Boothe, I will review your recommendations today and I will decide as to how to proceed.” Santiago stopped and looked around the room at the other members of the council. “It is clear to me that we need to move more quickly than planned to dominate this planet both militarily and economically. We need to get more colony pods built and deployed as quickly as possible until we reach a point that continued expansion would be counter productive. We need to improve key elements of our infrastructure and to do so evenly throughout all Spartan cities. However, let me make this clear and that is we will never back down from any conflict anywhere. We will always be the masters of our own destiny!” Santiago stood up and everyone else jumped to there feet. “DISMISSED!” Santiago barked and they all began to filter out. Santiago watched each of them leave and but the person she watched the most was Boothe. Boothe over the past several decades had become more and more powerful and her department’s influence had risen as well. The directorship she held was a civilian rank, the highest civilian rank possible under the current system and she was the only civilian to sit on the command council. To many of the civilians amongst the Spartan Federation cities her name spoken with pride and she was revered by them as a symbol of inspiration. Corazon watched her leave the room and then she herself made her way out followed by her aide.

“Inform Captain Somersby that I want to see him in my office at 15:00hrs today.” Santiago ordered as she continued out the door and down the corridor, her bodyguards in tow.

“Yes Colonel. Should I inform Major Gregorivich to attend as well?” Longstreet replied.

“No, Captain Somersby is sufficient what I have to talk with him about does not concern the major.” Santiago hastily replied.

“Yes Colonel.” They continued to walk in silence towards the Colonels office but Longstreet knew that something was up. Ever since Gregorivich had appointed Captain Hannah Somersby to be the new officer in charge of internal military and civilian security Santiago had begun to spend more and more time with her. Usually many of the meetings she had with the other leaders were always recorded for posterity but none of the meetings with Somersby were.

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>Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command, 2164 <

“Somersby I intend to make sure that you have every resource you need to insure the security at each Spartan city. I intent to build these “children crèches” that Director Boothe has recommended but the very next unit that will be built will be an anti-espionage security team, which will be under your control, at each city. Your department will be know as the Department of Homeland Security and you will be given broad powers to maintain civil order, protect our informational network and prevent subversion from outside agents.”

“I will do my best Colonel. I did have one question. From what Lt. Colonel Mannsfield sent me my “charter” is officially restricted to internal actions and defense only, can you clarify that?” Somersby smoothly replied.

“Somersby, officially that is correct. However, your budget and operations will now fall under my eyes only for review. You will still prepare and forward for approval an “official” budget but in turn you will send me the real one the will account for all of your operations. Also, I fully intend for you to develop, train, equip and deploy special espionage units for use against other factions. From now on you and I will both refer to these units from now on as “ghost recon” units. They will operate solely under your control only and you and you alone will have operational control of them. There is a small island of the northern coast of Sparta, which I intend to turn over to you and your ghost recon units. There you will set up operations and training facilitates for these units. Let me be clear on one thing and that is this, I will give you a target and a goal. I do not need or ever want to know how you achieve complete the mission. The ghost recon program is under my control alone, is that clear?” Santiago pushed across to him an identification card. “This card will clear you through any system or any access point. You can requisition any supplies or material you need with it. It has my access approval pre-coded on it nothing or no one should ever be able to block your requests. If there is a problem concerning the ghost recon team or operations you bring it to me. Otherwise the other aspects of your job and the internal security operations you perform go through regular channels.”
“Understood Colonel.” Somersby replied flatly as he picked up the identification card and pocketed it.

“Good. Lastly, as we build and implement these local or city wide democratic changes I want you to keep a close tab on any instigators or subversive elements. Sparta is a military society and there is only one commander, me. Is that clear?” Santiago stood, a signal the meeting was over.

“Thank you again for the trust you have put in me Colonel, I will not let you down.” Somersby quickly and smartly saluted.

“If you do Somersby you will regret it greatly. Dismissed.”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2164

Rothchild had been very quiet when he gave it to him, and then he had slinked out of the room. He could be excessively discrete, and they had worked together long enough that he knew what it meant: bad news.

Morgan looked over his datapad one more time. In it were endless technical details on the new technology that had been produced by Morgan Laboratories, Inc, founded MY 2114. It was glossy and the presentation was flawless, that Nwabudike could admire. It even managed to render a seemingly dreary ‘advancement’ and make it seem important.

But, Morgan knew it wasn’t. What possible use could Doctrine: Mobility have to him? The White Paper had given him at least five applications, but none really mattered, at least not now. What really mattered was fine-tuning the economy and, for this purpose, this ‘advancement’ was more than useless. In fact, now that he thought about it, it was a setback since it meant that their laboratories would have to work for at least five years to make their next breakthrough.

In the meantime his perimeter cities were struggling with industrial problems, and there was only one colony pod in production. The rest of the cities were producing recreation commons to control drones, which had become a serious problem after the population got much higher than 2000 people. Granted, that improvement would be needed anyway, but it was a shame to spend so much effort for so little gain.

What to do? That was simple: allot some of the significant energy surplus to finishing these improvements quickly. Then the cities would be more than productive in terms of local industry and energy production, which is what really mattered. The problem was that at their production rate it would take an interminable amount of time!

Morgan fumed. He felt trapped.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2165

Commandant Byram Robertson watched the workers assemble the communications station outside of the command bunker. Since landing several months ago they had worked hard to build the new base to get the living quarter built, the power station and the command bunker. With the equipment installed in the command bunker and power on-line the communications tower could be raised and the base could then contact Sparta Command for the first time since the transport ship, HAULER, had left. It was delicate work raising the large tower but the technicians Robertson had selected were the best he could get. Standing next to him was the base garrison commander, Captain Carlos Sanchez.

“Commandant, when you contact Sparta Command later today, what do you plan on calling the base?” Sanchez jokingly laughed. It had become a joke to many that the new base commander had yet to select a name for the colony. A betting pool had been started and a large amount of credits were on the line.

“No, young captain I have not picked a name yet!” Robertson sarcastically replied. Sanchez was only a few months younger than Robertson. Both of them continued to watch the tower raise and then settle into its final place. In the background the rocky crags of the large hills formed an imposing site for all to see. For the first time Byram noticed a particular formation of rocks to the hills beyond.

“Captain, do you see that formation of rocks, just over there.” Robertson pointed to an area slightly to the right of the tower.

“Yes Commandant. My troopers call in blast rifle rock since it looks so much like an impact blast rifle. I am surprised you had not noticed it before.” Sanchez replied with a smirk on his face.

“Well, I think I just thought of a name, Blast Rifle Crag.” Robertson replied as he began to walk towards the command bunker.

“Commandant, surely you can not be serious. Blast Rifle Crag?” Sanchez trotted alongside Robertson to catch up.

“I am totally serious. Blast Rifle Crag is the name. Do you know who won the pool? Was that one of the names?” Robertson replied as he reached for the airlock to cycle the controls.

“Well, I think my sergeant picked Blast Rifle Castle. I suspect he will win the pool. Well, at least I will get a free drink out of it.” Sanchez laughed as he stepped into the airlock and slammed the door shut and hit the air pressure equalizer.

“How are your men doing? I am sorry that we could not bring supplies to build laser weapons but the syntharmor and trance protection modules should prove very effective in defensive operations.” Robertson watched as the green light went on indicating the pressure was equalized and he removed his facemask.

“They are doing very well. I understood the decision to leave the lasers behind so I have designed the training around defensive operations only. We might only have assault rifles for now but we do have good armor and the trance protection modules should give us decisive edge in any combat. Once we get more powerful weapons we can adopt more aggressive tactics but for now we need to work with what we have.” Sanchez removed his facemask as well and then hit the button to open the inner door.



Santiago watched the game intently as the Ironholm players moved the football down the field against stiff resistance. The American style football games had just been started this turn with the help of Major Hazra and Lt. Colonel Mannsfield. Each city put together a football team to represent their city and the teams played every other month on a revolving schedule. Two Sparta Command defenders just tackled the Ironholm receiver when her wrist communicator started to beep. Santiago reached down and activated the communicator and put the receiver unit into her ear.

“Sparta Command, this is Santaigo.”

“Colonel, we have a report of an unknown ship spotted off of our western coast, very near Parade Ground. We have no indication as to the type of the ship but a vessel was spotted.”

“I am returning to command now. Inform the chief of naval operations to meet me along with the other senior command staff at the command bunker. What is the status of WARRIOR? Is she ready to sail?”

“Colonel, WARRIOR is completing a refit and training of the replacement crew lost during the battle with the sea worm. They could leave next turn but they would be shorthanded.”

“Inform the captain of WARRIOR to sail within the hour. I am now heading back to command. Santiago out.”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2165

Rothchild stuck his head in Morgan’s office to try to gage his mood. He was seated in his chair and he was going over some economic reports, which were his favorite. A brown datapad, which held the year’s production reports for reach base, had not been touched. That was not his most desired way to spend his time. As he watched a smile crossed Morgan’s face.

Rothchild knew what that was about. The solar collector at Morgan Antimatter had finally come on line and that sector was producing six energy – a very prestigious amount indeed. It was the type of detail that vindicated Morgan’s philosophy, and Rothchild knew enough to ‘bury’ it enough so that Morgan would have the delight at having pried some important tidbit from an otherwise dreary report.

“Ahm,” Rothchild said when he gaged the time to be right.

Morgan looked up. “Yes?” he said. His manner was detached.

“There is some urgent business for you, sir,” Rothchild said as he walked in.

Morgan tensed a little. ‘Urgent business’ was a pseudonym for bad news.

Rothchild handed him a data crystal, which Morgan slid into his personal datapad. Then he scanned the contents, which included a schematic of the landmass to their south and the scout and colony pod. There were also a few well-chosen holos that Morgan declined to view.

“How recent is this,” he said.

“Hours old,” Rothchild stated. “The scout commander is requesting guidance, and they need it quickly.”

Morgan considered. He looked back at the datapad. It showed a spoor launcher that had erupted just as the colony pod had moved into position – very unfortunate timing.

“What is the chance the scout team can defeat the launcher,” Morgan asked.

“It is about even,” Rothchild said.

“Then tell them to sit tight,” Morgan said. “The first unit the base will be ordered to produce after it is set up next year is a scout. Then, if our luck fails us, we can deal with the spoor launcher. An added bonus is that we will have a second scout to defend the vulnerable base until a sensor net is established, and perhaps a forward observation post.”

Rothchild nodded. That is exactly what he would have done. “Yes, sir,” he said.

“And Rothchild,” Morgan said as he was leaving. Rothchild stopped and turned around, waiting. “Thank you for the energy report from Antimatter. It made my day.”

Rothchild and Morgan shared a small smile. Perhaps they knew each other too well.

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Sparta, MY 2166

Santiago watched the live video feed from her desk monitor. The camera picked up every detail of the University transport ship as it sailed northward now along the coastline just south of Parade Grounds.

“Colonel, as you can see, look right here.” Major Mannsfield pointed at a section of the forward deck of the transport. “These are rovers. Military intelligence and Naval operations agree that the transport is loaded with light scout rovers.”

“Have they made any attempt to land?” Santiago asked as she continued to watch the ship sail northwards.

“No Colonel, they have not. I have repeatedly asked the University contact I deal with for an explanation as to why the ship is there and I get no response.” Mannsfield eased himself back across the desk and sat down.

“Has WARRIOR left Bunker 118 as ordered?”

“Yes Colonel. Also all repairs and crew replacements are on board. She is at full strength and steaming at top speed along our northern coastline to intercept the University ship. Also, if you will switch to the next screen you will see that WARRIOR charted more land just to the north of Bunker 118. We do not know how far north it extends, it might be an island, but we will follow up to check it out.” Mannsfield had collected his reports and then pulled out a pen and paper. “What should I inform the captain of the WARRIOR to do when he intercepts the University ship?”

“If the transport does not leave our seas, destroy it!” Santiago slammed her fist down on the control panel and the screen on her desk went blank.

Mannsfield did not move for several seconds as he watched some of the anger drain from the Santiago’s face. “Colonel, I do have some good news to report. The scientists linked the alien artifact to our computers and we have reduced the length of time to complete the virtual world project to less than twelve turns. If, for some reason, another faction would complete it before us we can always switch back to the humane genome research and complete it in one turn! I have also been told that Hero’s Waypoint has also started a research project as well!”

Santiago turned to Mannsfield, frustration still filling her eyes. “Lt. Colonel, I want to complete that virtual world project. If need be allocate any resource you need to do so, is that clear?”

“Yes Colonel, we will do our best.”…

*~*~*~*

New Morgan River, MY 2166

Morgan was walking with the newest base manager Ms. Irene Sheffield. Both were smiling.

“You have a very promising base, Madam,” Morgan said.

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied. “I have to say that I didn’t quite believe in the potential for the base until I got here. It is impressive. Between the river and mineral lode where the base was placed, and the fertile river lowland, I think we have the third highest energy production of any Morganite base.”

“You are quite correct,” Morgan commented. “You also have the distinction of having the third highest industrial output, which is no small feat for a fledgling community.” Morgan paused. “I have great expectations from you.”

Irene listened very closely.

“Your expansion is at last reaching the edge of what our bureaucracy can manage,” Morgan said. “As much as I’d like to colonize all the land to the south we much be more judicious in our expansion. Moreover, we need better ways to control our drones, those who cause untoward discontent. I think that your base can set an example. With your productivity you should have that in hand quite quickly. But first there is a more immediate problem.”

“The spoor launcher,” Irene stated.

“Yes. I strongly urge you to complete a scout as a backup to the scout that escorted the pod through the fungus. Then dispatch the launcher. With luck both scouts will survive, and we will be richer for it.”

“Already ordered, sir,” Irene said. “It will take some months to train and equip the crew, but it will be done. After that the scout will be stationed in the fungus to ensure no additional mindworms are lurking out there, or if they are that we are given advance warning of them.”

“Very good,” Morgan said. “I look forward to your reports.”

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2167

The bridge klaxon went off and everyone jumped a foot it seemed. The deck officer reached for the intercom but the captain was coming through the door, he must have been on observation deck just outside the bridge.

“CAPTAIN! Radar reports another isle of the deep just off our port bow and closing fast contact in just under one minute.” The bridge officer yelled.

“Order general quarters! Inform the XO to bring the trance shielding on line to 125% power now!” Captain Kent roared as he moved to his chair and began putting on his trance helmet and vest. The other bridge officers and crew were doing the same. Kent leaped into his chair and hit the tactical display on the screen mounted next to his chair. Damn, it was too close. The trance shield would never reach full power in time, perhaps 80% maybe 85% before it hit, if they were lucky. Already he could fell the pounding in his head.

“This is the Captain. I want the main laser cannons set to auto track and fire as of now. Damage control teams report in the instant we destroy the creature.” Kent could now see the creature rushing at his ship at speeds that rivaled his own ship. Suddenly his head began to explode with pain and everyone else began to hold their heads in their hands.

“STEADY!!! STEADY, MIND THE CONTROLS!! INTIATE AUTO FIRE NOW!!!”

The main guns began to spit out long beams of hot energy that seared the beast as it began to attack the ship by ramming it. Kent could no longer focus and he barely could make out the rest of the bridge crew. The time seemed to stretch forever but then the pain stopped almost at once but it took a few more minutes to clear their heads. Kent looked up and the only thing left of the sea worm was bits and chunks floating on the surface. However, he could easily see that the worm had done extensive damage to the bow section, dry dock time.

“Captain this is the XO. I am getting casualty figures now but we lost about half of the crew, mostly those near the bow section of the ship. Either they died from the closer proximity to the worm or where thrown overboard during the collision and were crushed.”

Kent was numb. There was only one thing to do.

“Helmsman! Navigator! Lay in a course for Ironholm, best possible speed. Chief of the Boat before we leave, we need to recover those energy nodules at once before they sink. At least it will be some compensation for the lives we lost today.” Kent sank back into his chair and began to scan the damage reports that were now flooding in. It could be as long as a four turns to complete the repairs and train replacements.

“Communications, get me a channel to Sparta Command, I need to talk with the Chief of Naval Operations and inform him that we will not be able to intercept the University transport as ordered.”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2167

“I’m glad to see the spoor launcher was dispatched,” Morgan said as he skimmed the report. “And it looks like there was minimal damage to the scouting team, which is good. Have them take up position in the fungus south of the base. That should give us some advance warning of any other worms that might happen our way, and give us the chance to attack them before they get too close.”

“Yes, sir,” Rothchild said. “And what about the Special Project proposal?”

Morgan was silent for a while. “I agree with the Board’s assessment. However, we are a little short of resources, even with the surge in our energy output and reserves.”

Rothchild waited for a few more moments, then Morgan spoke up. “Tell the Board that we’ll table it for now. I have a few ideas.”

*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2168

The SFS WARRIOR slowly limped across the sea at barely half speed due mostly to the fact a good chunk of her bow was missing. Captain Jorgensen watched from the seas slowly slip past from the starboard side observation platform next to the bridge. Jorgensen was frustrated at the slow speed of the ship due to the damage. Even with their best efforts they could not repair the bow damage sufficiently to withstand the pressure of the sea at higher speeds.

“Captain? I thought you had gone below.” Jorgensen turned towards the voice of his XO who stepped out onto the platform. “I thought I would take a solar position, just to check the computer.” The XO hesitated for a moment slightly fumbling with his sextant.

“Its okay, come out.” Jorgensen watched as the young officer put the sextant to his eye and began taking a reading. Tim Anderson was his new XO, the next in line, after the tragic death of his last. During one of the attempts to shore up the bow section a deck plate fell and cut the arms off at his elbows. The rushed the XO to the sickbay but it was too late.

Jorgensen watched the young lieutenant complete his reading and then slip back onto the bridge as quickly as possible. Once back at base he would be reassigned and Jorgensen would get a more senior XO. Next turn they should make it back and then repairs could be started. What worried him the most was the fact that Ironholm had only a very basic harbor and a dry dock yard. Parade Ground or Bunker 118 had much more sophisticated harbors and docks but they were to far away too reach under their present situation. No, the best course was to reach Ironholm and safety.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Construction, MY 2168

“The problem is getting serious, sir,” Rothchild explained.

Morgan and the rest of the Board of Directors pored over the holo, looking for angles and hidden nuggets of information. Unfortunately, Rothchild had done an excellent job, as usual.

“Fully five bases now have social stability problems, so one fourth of our population is non-productive. This is a severe drain on each of these city’s productive potential, and it has led to a significant drop in food, industrial, and critical energy output.”

“Can’t they finish their recreation commons?” Director Hsu Lee asked.

“They are working on it, but their industrial output crippled they have a very low output. It will be difficult to see how some of them will finish their commons in less than 10 or 15 years,” Rothchild explained.

“Years!?” Director Furgisson almost yelled as she looked up from his meta analysis.

“Yes, years,” Rothchild stated. He looked over at Morgan, who nodded in agreement. The rest of the Board noticed this not so subtle exchange. “Some will take even longer since they have no industrial output at all, and no growth.”

That got their attention.

“And now we have an added problem. It is now quite clear after the establishment of our tenth base, Morgan Construction, that we are entering a bureaucratic morass that is itself causing more social instability. In short, our growth is causing formerly stable bases to slip into anarchy. We saw this at Robotics last year, and it has almost shut down their meager industrial output.

“The point is that we can no longer grow our way our of our problems. More definitive action is needed,” Rothchild finished.

“Not needed,” Morgan said, finally breaking his silence. “Required. We no longer have the luxury of sitting back and allowing this wave of instability cripple our society. The penalty for inaction is high, too high to be allowed.”

The Board had reviewed the data, and some had even done some cross checking to ensure there were no ‘creative’ elements of the analysis. Although some of the statistical evaluation skirted the edge of what the data would allow, it was all valid, even solid. If anything, the extra analysis by Director Shin only added to the meta analysis, proving the conclusion.

“I invite your suggestions. It is now time for you to earn your pay, or perhaps to prove you should earn your pay,” Morgan said. The point was not lost. “I will expect to see group or individual analyses to be presented in a period of two weeks. Your budgets have been increased by a tenth of a megacredit each. Spend this as you see fit.”

Morgan gave Rothchild a very quick glance as he rode herd on the departing Directors. It had gone well, and the seeds had been planted. It remained to see what they would grow into.

*~*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2169

Commandant Iris Montgomery watched the seas flow by the sides of the ship during the early hours of the morning. She glanced up over the bows of the ship and for the first time she saw the feint outline of land to the east, their final destination. The captain of HAULER informed her that they would make landfall by the end of next turn and they could unload the colony pod, supplies and colonists. It had been a long journey since leaving Ironholm but the end was almost in sight. I suppose she would be lucky in one sense in that just after the colony would be set-up two terra-formers would arrive from Sparta to help improve the area. Since the discovery that just one sector of water separated Sparta from the eastern continent it had been decided that HAULER would stay on station and act as a ferry shuttling the terraformers and other units across the stretch of sea. They had also been promised that within five turns the 1st scout/rover regiment would arrive to help explore the surrounding area.

“Commandant? May I have a word with you?” Montgomery turned to her left to see her future base garrison commander approaching. “Has Sparta Command informed you as to the site we are to set-up on yet?”

“No Tom they have not. The latest word from Command is that we are to equip your garrison with trance and armor protection and immediately start on building a recycling tank. As to where we will do all that Command has yet to tell me.” Montgomery at first had not liked the choice of her garrison commander Tom Mitchell. Captain Tom Mitchell had an excellent record but unfortunately he had a streak for abusive behavior toward superiors. His excellent performance had gone a long way to cover up his behavior but in time he had been passed over several time for promotion to senior captain. One this position came available he had personally come to see her and almost beg for the chance to become the commander. Something in his attitude made her take a chance on him, something she almost regretted immediately due to his temper and behavior but overtime the long sea voyage had allowed them to get to know each other and now they understood each other.

“I hope they select the nearer site rather than the southern one. With HAULER acting as a bridge if we need reinforcements they will arrive quickly once we get a road set-up.” Tom walked over to the railing and stood next to her.

“I agree, I asked to set-up there as well. I will find it hard to believe that they would choose the southern site. No, if I know Santiago she will pick the nearer one.” Montgomery watched as the colonists started to come on deck and look out over the bow towards their new home. She watched as they pointed and chatted back and forth and wondered if it would be as wonderful as they hoped.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2169

“Director Shin,” Morgan said, “let me congratulate your team on your innovative solution to your social stability problem.”

Director Shin gave the CEO a short bow, and his team followed suit a fraction of a second later. Behind him were two other directors and the leaders of his technical team. All were dressed in their best for this occasion. It was not every day that CEO Morgan paid for 15 minutes of prime time on 3-D Holovision to personally present an award and announce commendations.

Morgan shook each person’s hands as he walked by, and he continued his semi-formal monologue. “Your insight into the root cause was singular: lack of infrastructure and inducements to enhance productivity. But, that wasn’t the brilliant part, since it was well known. While other teams focused on the problems of each base, frequently recommending individual enhancements, your team focused on the big picture. Your singular question was key: what improvement could help our citizens achieve their potential? That led to your answer: the Human Genome Project, which gives the populous the benefits of its gene therapies and enhanced life. Moreover, its effects are spread over our entire society. In itself that was an exemplary observation, but your team didn’t stop there. You further noted that the increased social harmony would allow the latent quarter of our people to become productive again, and therefore finish the base-specific improvements quickly! And they would provide more research, and energy reserves.”

Morgan stopped and stepped back. He was beaming, and he didn’t have to put on a show for the crowd. He was genuinely pleased. “You can each be justifiably proud of yourselves. The Board of Directors is happy to allocate 400 megacredits from the Morgan Central Bank to ensure the Human Genome Project is finished within the year. Your extraordinary insights will serve us all for decades to come, and I believe we will see this day as a critical turning point. And for that I thank you!”

Several on the team were wiping away tears and others were beaming. Dr. Shin was his normal quiet self, but he seemed to stand a bit taller than normal meter and three-quarters.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2170

Captain Antonio Madars could hardly believe his eyes as the object came into focus in his mag-glasses. It was a giant obelisk that measured nearly 6 meters tall and it was covered in runes of some sort, similar to the ones found on the alien ruins near Sparta Command. Captain Madars was the leader of the 1st L.E.R.P (Long range – Evaluation – Reconnaissance – Pathfinder) rover regiment. It was Madars job to scout the remaining portions of Thrace and report back all information. His unit had the very latest “trance” protection modules installed on each rover as well as each team member had a trance helmet. The rovers had laser weapons but no armor since they could not afford the weight due to the need to carry extra supplies and equipment. Sparta Command had learned a lot from the deaths of the 2nd scout/rover regiment and they were not about to make the same error in judgment twice.

“Captain, what is that thing?” His gunner asked as he zoomed in on the obelisk with his range finder scope mounted to the laser turret.

“Bender, I have no idea. Driver! Lets make for that object, full speed. This is Captain Madars to all L.E.R.P. rovers converge on my coordinates and investigate object. Rovers seven, eight and nine take up over watch positions to our flanks.” Madars closed the channel and continued to watch the object get closer and closer. It was not to far away from Defiance Freehold or Blast Rifle Crag but it was difficult to get too since it was in sea of fungus. Madars flipped another set of communications switches on his command panel.

“Sparta Command this is Captain Madars! I am up linking our newest telemetry and recon photos. You will not believe what we found!”

Commandant Iris Montgomery walked across the beach towards the hillside and towards their new home. She glanced back over he shoulder at the workers struggling to pack the colony pod with all of the equipment that had been shuttled across from HAULER. Time was now of the essence. They were vulnerable out here and they need to get set-up fast! She reached down and hit the open communication channel.

“Alright everyone! Lets get moving!” Montgomery shouldered her pack and began to walk up the hill towards their new home on the continent of Macedonia.

	25-09-2003 22:01									#25
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Morgan Industries, MY 2170

Morgan pored over the results of the completed Human Genome Project. As projected, all drone problems had disappeared. Or, rather, those who were quite happy with the advantages the Genome provided to them had subsumed negative reactions of the discontented. The drones, as they were called were still there, but only just muted and below the surface.

That made completed the recreation commons at most bases just as critical. With that in mind Morgan authorized 34 megacredits to complete the recreation commons at Distribution. It could work on other projects now, such as possibly a colony pod. It wouldn’t take too long now that all the population was gainfully employed. The multitude of forests was providing ample minerals and energy and a modest allocation of food. In particular, the energy special forest near Robotics was quite productive. The total production of minerals had spiked noticeably, and food had risen as well. Energy to the treasury had increased 13 percent, which wasn’t bad at all. The laboratory allocation hadn’t changed that much, which was disappointing, though – there was not noticeable change even if the total lab output had increased. This would take some further analysis.

In the end Morgan was pleased. The HGP was a rousing success, and it would pave the way to the quick establishment of a half dozen more bases and some serious infrastructure improvements. More terraforming would be completed, too, and now it could be fully utilized since all the malcontents were back at work. The disaffected would not be given cause to stop work once the rec commons were done, which would also be soon.

Now that the immediate crisis was over Morgan turned his thoughts to the immediate future. A base would have to be chosen to start accumulating resources for a new Project, and the infrastructure of Industries and Antimatter would need a network node. More growth would be needed, so crèches’ might be in the future. It was a relief not to have to worry about all the drones, and to plan a path forward.

It was a good day.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2171

The 1st L.E.R.P regiment rovers began to slowly move through the fungus along a long line stretching nearly the entire sector so as to maximize their reconnaissance efforts. Captain Madars had almost wished he had canceled that command and regrouped his rovers. After discovering the first monolith they quickly found three more, one to the west and two to the south. The monoliths were arranged in such a manner as to form an angle. They had also found many smaller stone obelisks with writings and mathematical formulas. The most startling discovery had been purely accidental. Once the bulk of the rovers had arrived at the sector with the first monolith the research advisors who were attached to the L.E.R.P. regiment began to examine the monolith and a strange energy wave erupted from it. Within seconds the entire regiment felt stronger, more vibrant, full of energy and strength. The medics had examined each of them and soon discovered that the energy wave had somehow altered their physical structures. Each of them had undergone a massive rejuvenation treatment of sorts. Old ailments were healed, they had all become stronger, faster and their eye hand coordination had been improved by 50%! It had been an incredible. All the data they had collected had been sent back to Sparta Command who would certainly be able to use it to advance their medical research into anti-aging. As soon as they had discovered more of the monoliths it became clear that this area would be of vital importance, both strategic and tactical. The 1st L.E.R.P. regiment had found a single sector of land in the center of the area that was free of fungus but it was very inhospitable place. Ancient ruins littered the area and some energy blast had left it barren and dry. However, a new city and research complex could be built here to study the ruins and protect them from anyone else gaining access to them. Madars had left a small team of researchers behind to continue their work at the future colony site but he had been ordered to move on further west to scout the far side of the alien complex.

“Captain, why do you think they built this place?” Madar’s driver asked as they rumbled along.

“I don’t know. One of the scientists suggested the site most likely a temple of some sort. The lack of houses and other facilities suggest the place was used for a single purpose. The combined energy of the monoliths is staggering when added to together they would out produce our current entire energy production.” Madars watched the screen next to his command display looking for further signs of monoliths. They were pretty easy to spot since they stuck out like a sore thumb on radar.

“CAPTAIN, this is rover two! I have multiple contacts now to the west. It looks like this entire area is “boxed” in with these things.” Madars hit the send button on his command line.

“ROVER TWO, send your telemetry to my station now. Hold your position until the regiment arrives at your position. Madars OUT!” Madars closed the channel and then typed in a quick message to the other rovers to converge on rover two’s position. Well, it looks like the eggheads were right this entire area was a square design with the monoliths forming a wall around the area. Madars reached down and hit the button to open a communication channel with command he had to report this!

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2171

Morgan reflected that infrastructure development was really humming along now. In the last few years two recreation commons had been completed, and that would keep the citizens productive and relatively happy for a long time. Other bases would be finishing their commons soon, and then they could concentration on more colony pods and perhaps a recycling tank. Stability and resources are key!

Another interesting proposal was for the construction of a transport and a bevy of probe teams. There were lots of possibilities, and some of them were very tempting. Aki was relatively nearby and it would be very instructive to be able to see what she was up to. After all, she had been singularly unfriendly for decades now, and forewarned is forearmed. This transport might be useful to do a little exploring, too.

Recent analysis indicated that perhaps the HGP was not the best idea. Another researcher had pointed out that the investment from the Morgan Central Bank of 400 megacredits could have completed most of the commons quickly. But, the HGP does have several advantages. First, there is no maintenance cost and second; it would allow most bases to grow to 4000 people after the commons were constructed. That was good, since the holotheatres were very expensive to build and maintain.

All and all the situation was doing nicely. There would be another base established in a few years, and the third wave of colony pods were likely to be done in the next decade or so. In the meantime core bases would be free to pursue defenses and infrastructure – always a good thing.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2172

Commandant Iris Montgomery watched intently as the communications chief tried to lock in the frequency to Sparta Command. The colony was still under construction but the command center was the first thing Iris had ordered built so that she could coordinate support from command. Already the first terra-former had arrived from command, it had been transported across from Bunker 118 and it was already clearing the fungus to the south. Soon another terraformer would arrive to help with the work.

“Commandant, I have Sparta Command.” The communications chief held up the microphone to her.

“Sparta Command, this is Fort Ticonderoga, OVER!” She paused for a few seconds waiting for a reply. It had been her choice to name the base and what better name could she have chosen. Fort Ticonderoga had been a key military base protecting the rich and populated land below. Their colony would much the same thing since their city was now the stepping-stone to the new continent.

“Fort Ticonderoga, this is Colonel Santiago, you are coming in 4x4, OVER!”

”Colonel, this is commandant Montgomery and I am please to report the base is up and running. We have completed assembly of the garrison equipment so they are now fully armored and have the trance protection modules installed. We will begin construction on a terraformer next turn and then a recycling tank. I wish to inform you that support has begun to arrive from command. A terraformer arrived this turn and has begun clearing the rich nutrient laden sector to the south. Once they complete the terraforming operations they will move westward to prepare a sensor system for the next colony, OVER.”

“Excellent work Fort Ticonderoga. Report any contact with any faction. The 1st scout/rovers will be arriving next turn to provide additional security and support. Sparta Command, OUT!” The line went dead and Montgomery handed back the microphone to that radio chief. She then slowly turned and left the room feeling immensely pleased with herself. Fort Ticonderoga was the ninth colony pod built by the Spartan people and it represented a great achievement for them all.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2172

“This is most interesting,” Morgan said. “I was not aware we were underutilizing our farms, particularly those on the rainiest portions of our lands.”

“Yes, I’m afraid it is true. We were not even aware of it until we had the breakthrough in Gene Splicing. Then we were able to immediately put some fairly simple enhancements to allow our earth plants to thrive even better than before. Of course, it was only simple after we made the discovery!”

Morgan nodded a few times. He has half listening to the lead scientist’s explanation. The other half of his attention was focused on the economic summaries. They were impressive. Farms in rainy areas would now produce 50 percent more food! Moreover, it made constructing condensers to gather more rainfall even more profitable. Now Morgan had a use for those formers who were working on secondary or tertiary terraforming projects!

“…and so, as I said, we will be able to implement most of these improvements immediately. A few bases will benefit from this, but these have the most room for growth.”

“Excellent,” Morgan said, cutting him off. The scientist stopped his explanation since Morgan was standing up.

“I am most impressed with the work you and your team have completed,” he said as he ushered him gently but firmly to the door. Morgan had learned the art of freeing himself from unwanted guests long ago, and he could even do it without the guest realizing he was being dismissed. “Please give me updates on your next project.”

The scientist beamed, and Morgan smiled back. It was a veritable love fest.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2173

Santiago sat in the command conference room watching a map display with of Spartan territory and the surrounding area. The newest telemetry and map updates had been loaded into the system and the most current display was now in front of them to study.
Santiago leaned picked up a laser pointer and flashed an area just north of Fort Ticonderoga. SFS HAULER had been ordered to scout just north of Ft. Ticonderoga and to land the 1st scout/rovers and then return back. When sailing north along the coastline HAULER had spotted another monolith just like the ones found to the east on Thrace.

“I want the 1st scouts to land here.” The laser dot highlighted the sector with the monolith. “I want them to begin their sweep due west then move south and then back toward Ticonderoga. I find it highly suspicious that none of the other faction leaders have reported any contact or discoveries or remains of the alien civilization that was here before us. Either they are lying to us or the aliens only colonized certain portions of this world. Regardless of the final answer we have clear proof of more ruins and the possibility of alien contact. I want HAULER back on station as soon as possible if we need her to ferry reinforcements to Ticonderoga, is that clear?”

“Yes colonel!” Mannsfield and the senior command staff replied.

“Once we complete this “Virtual World” project I want a change made in the production schedule. I want to move the advanced command, control and training complex to the front of the line I want it built next. With those advanced facilities on line I want to create the 1st armored rover regiment immediately and they will be equipped with trance protection, is that clear! We can then send them across to Ticonderoga to bolster their defense.”

“Colonel, the captain of the 1st L.E.R.P. team wanted instructions as to how to proceed since they found that huge fungal tower.” Mannsfield asked as he punched up the video feed from the team of the giant tower. The fungal tower was massive measuring over 20 meters tall and 8 meters at the base. The reports from the science teams attached to the L.E.R.P. team had hypothesized that the towers acted like a breeding center for the fungus. Perhaps by destroying the tower the surrounding fungus fields might die. It was clear that if they did plan on building a research city in the center of the temple area they would have to destroy the fungal tower.

Santiago stared at the video feed with fierce determination. She hated the fungus. She was convinced that it was the fungus that had driven the previous inhabitants off of this planet or destroyed their civilization, something that would not happen to the Spartans.

“Order the 1st L.E.R.P. to engage the tower and burn it to the ground!” Santiago replied with a cold and icy voice.

“Colonel, that is a very LARGE creature. If it has the same defensive capabilities as the other native life forms it could prove to be too much, even with the trance modules.” Mannsfield quickly replied. Secretly he hoped to persuade Santiago to allow the rovers.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Solarfex, MY 2173

Morgan was basking in the afterglow. This was the eleventh Morganite base, and now that social instability problems were manageable it was much more fun to preside over the founding of new bases since they did not immediately go into riot.

Rothchild was working his way through the crowd, and he was making a b-line for Morgan. That got his attention, especially when he elbowed a partygoer that refused to get out of the way. The highly offended woman now had a fruity drink all over her sequenced low-cut dress, and she screeched in indignation. It came out more as a bellow due to her inebriated state, but the effect was the same.

He paid no attention to her, and didn’t even turn around to acknowledge her existence. There would be no apology forthcoming, apparently.

As he got near he bent near Morgan. “Sir, we have a situation. I need to talk to you immediately,” he said. Morgan nodded once and nodded toward a balcony.

It was brisk outside, but Morgan didn’t notice. “Cyborg troops have landed near Morgan Construction,” Rothchild began without preamble. “Best reports are that they are armed with lasers and synthmetal armor, and that their morale is pretty high. The incursion was reported by a former crew preparing a forest.”

Morgan frowned. Aki had always been most uncooperative, but this was something entirely different: their relationship of purposeful neglect had apparently devolved into something worse.

“Any communication from the Cyborgs?” he asked.

“Yes,” Rothchild said as he handed Morgan his PDA. Morgan took and activated the device.

The Prime Consciousness Aki Zeta-Five appeared. She turned slightly and looked into the holo imager. “Your society is illogical and weak. You are required to give the Consciousness your files on Industrial Economics.”

Morgan instantly understood what was not said – this was a threat. Morgan forces a smile, “Of course, I will be happy to share my data. We are friends here, after all…”

“Transmit those files now,” she said.

Morgan nodded to Rothchild, and he enacted the transfer.

Something to Aki’s left beeped and she looked down momentarily. “You are required to give the Consciousness your files on Gene Splicing,” she interrupted.

Morgan’s smile disappeared and he immediately regretted his effort at appeasement; historically it only whetted an aggressor’s appetite, but those in a diminished state frequently had few options. “As much as I’d like to accommodate you, I’m afraid that I not possible.”

“I will take great pleasure in eradicating your faction,” Aki said. The line was severed.

Silence fell between Morgan and Rothchild.

“Upgrade the defender at Construction immediately,” Morgan said. “Get the former out of the way, if you can. I suspect they will be too slow, however. Send our reserves in the reserves.”

Morgan was curt. He had few options, but he would use them all.

	25-09-2003 22:02									#26
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Sparta, MY 2174

Santiago walked down the main corridor to the command center with Mannsfield and her elite team of bodyguards. They had just left a meeting with Director Boothe concerning colony pod production.

“Colonel, after we complete the four colony pods in production do you plan further expansion as suggested by Director Boothe?” Mannsfield asked as he pulled out his data device to record her answer.

“No Mannsfield I do not. We currently have nine colonies in operation and the four we have in production would bring us to thirteen. Most importantly it will give us a total of four colonies on Thrace and Macedonia which should give us a sizable hold on each continent. I want to focus our efforts on building recycling tanks and terraforming projects.” Santiago replied as they continued to walk down the hall.

“Director Boothe will not be pleased with your response on continued colonization expansion however more terraformers will make her and Assistant Director Smithe happy I should say.” Mannsfield replied blandly as he quickly made a note of all of this in his data pad.

“Whether Director Boothe is happy or sad is not my worry or concern. As long as she manages her department properly I do not care how she feels. Perhaps I should have a talk with her to explain to her that her role in supporting the greater Spartan federation is just that, support, nothing more.” Santiago fired back hotly.

Both of them reached the main doors to the command center when they were flung open and young captain stood there, slightly out of breath.

“Colonel, we have been contacted by the Cyborg leader Aki-Zeta she wishes to speak to you about an urgent matter! She wishes to talk with you now.” The captain stood at attention waiting.

Santiago brushed past him and walked directly to the main conference room. The doors opened automatically for her as she approached. The room was empty but the main screen was on but on hold status. Santiago walked over to her chair and sat down and adjusted her uniform. Mannsfield followed behind and sat down to the right of her. He then flipped several switches and then screen lit up with the face of the cyborg leader.

“Colonel Santiago of the Spartan Federation. We wish to propose a new alliance. Our plan is this, you would join with us to attack the Morganite faction as part of our sneak attack on them. After the Morgan faction is under our control we can disperse their technology, resources and wealth between us. Do you agree to our terms?” Aki’s voice was as flat and lifeless as usual. Corazon could not help noticing that Aki had added more electronic devices to her body.

“Aki-Zeta our policy has not changed in regard to alliances. We will not agree to any until ALL other factions are accounted for. Two, our society holds honor, loyalty and duty sacred and your proposal for a “sneak attack” is an insult to them. Should we Spartans go to war we will do so with honor!” Santiago fired back.

Aki went blank for several minutes as she “processed” the information. Mannsfield had told her that the Cyborgs were all linked together and even though Aki was the leader of the Cyborgs all major decisions were made by the collective mind.

“Colonel Santiago your decision is based on antiquated ideals and primitive beliefs. It is not logical. You are a primitive people that have yet to see the future of mankind and our infinite capabilities. Your relentless pursuit of ancient customs and social order will only lead your people to ruin. Reconsider our offer.” Aki was almost indignant in her response.

“I see no further reason to discuss this, Santiago out!” Mannsfield promptly killed the link and then turned to Santiago.

“Where is WARRIOR?” Santiago stood up and walked over to the main map display. Mannsfield quickly brought up the latest telemetry from the ship and its exact location, which then showed up as a dot on the map. WARRIOR was now due north of the main Spartan holdings, nearly seven sectors north.

“Order WARRIOR to continue north and scout for any Cyborg vessels. If they see any inform command. Also, I want them to try and find the Morganites if possible, as quickly as possible. We still think they are just north of us, here,” Santiago pointed at a point on the map that was blank but it did have some elevation marks. “WARRIOR is to go due north and scout this area and then move east to here and then south. Is that clear?”

“Yes Colonel.”

“Its now clear to me that these cyborgs can not be trusted. If we can make contact with these Morganites there could be a possibility for an alliance against they cyborgs. Also, it could prove beneficial to us to exchange technology with them and at least “even the odds” against the cyborgs. If the cyborgs dominate the Morganites then they become stronger. In this case a very old saying seems to fit here very nicely, “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”. If we can align ourselves with the Morganites we create a block against the cyborgs. Both of these factions will fight, bleeding each other dry why we on the other hand prosper, grow and become the dominate military force on the planet.” Santiago slammed her fist into her hand to emphasize the point.

Mannsfield had been taking notes during her statement trying to filter the relevant portions that would have to be translated into orders. When she stopped talking he stopped as well and looked up. She was standing there in front of the large map starring at the large black area of the unknown lands of Chiron as if in a trance. He wondered sometimes if Santiago really believed in those principals she just mentioned to Aki. Perhaps if the roles were reversed it might have been Spartan storm troopers landing on those beaches......

*~*~*~*~

Morgan Industries, MY 2174/b]

Morgan entered the hastily modified war room, which previously had been a secondary meeting chamber. Now it sported a holo display with a few detail schematics of the War Front – Morgan Construction. Rothchild and General Samuel Perkins were waiting for him.

“News,” Morgan said without preamble.

General Perkins took a small step forward and pointed to the detail map of Construction. “The infantry didn’t attack the former last turn and it made it safely south, where it helped another former finish a sensor.”

“Will that sensor help Construction?” Morgan interrupted.

“No. It is too far away – three sectors,” Perkins.

“What is the infantry group doing?” Morgan asked.

“It appears to have upgraded its weaponry,” the General said as he touch activated a few holo shots taken of the Cyborgs. They showed shipments of equipment being brought ashore, and that the main guns were being modified. The guns looked much bigger now. “Our best guess, and it is a guess, is that this newer weapon is twice as effective as the old one.”

“How do you know that?”

“The configuration is similar to a design that a minor and unfounded science technician devised. It is just theory, but the overall design is similar to this device,” Samuel said.

“How does this stack up to the defenders at Construction?” Morgan asked.

Perkins paused. “Not good. The scout was upgraded to synthmetal this last year, but it has less than half the armor we think they’d need. They’ll get some defense from the base, but that is offset completely by the infantry’s ability at siege. It is clear that we half to get a sensor up to augment defense.”

“Then do it,” Morgan said as he surveyed the holos. “Have the three formers move in so that they can create a sensor to protect Construction. Gentleman, we have to buy time. I would hate to have the former crews sacrificed, but it is critical the base does not fall. We have too much invested. What is the status of our probe teams?”

“Probe team Alpha left Industries yesterday, and probe team Beta left Collections three days ago. Both will be in position to strike at the infantry by next year when it is proximate to Construction,” General Perkins said.

“Good. Any chance we can…induce the infantry to change sides? We do have a lot to offer, and I’m sure we can make it worth their while,” Morgan said.

“I don’t know,” the General said. “It all depends on how loyal they are. We have no way of knowing until we approach them.”

“Can we do that without losing the probe team?” Morgan said.

“Yes, with ease.”

“Assuming we survive this intact we much have more options than we have now,” Morgan said. “Examine nearby bases and find those that can create more probes, and we have to have a transport ASAP. We have to even up this technical disparity, gentlemen, and we have to do it now.”

Morgan fell silent for a minute. “If you will excuse me, I have to ride herd on some very unhappy Board member. Rothchild, please follow. I’ll need your assistance.”

Both men filed out of the room. As soon as they were gone General Perkins started into work.

*~*~*~*

[b]Sparta, MY 2175

> Sparta 2174, four sectors north of Fort Ticonderoga. <

The 1st scout/rovers were in “V” formation as the first rover crested a very large hill and suddenly stopped. Captain Mars who was in the command rover several hundred meters back watched the lead rover stop and quickly opened a channel to the lead rover.

“Rover 2 why have you stopped, what’s your status?” Mars barked.

“Captain! You need to hustle up here ASAP!” The fire team leader of rover two replied.

Mars motioned to the driver to close the distance and quickly while they moved in Mars ordered all other rovers to halt and take up defensive positions. As Mar’s rover got near the crest he could see that the fire team leader had moved his rover back down the hill slightly so it was out of sight and his team had dismounted and were laying on the ground. Mars ordered the rover to stop next to rover two and he quickly jumped out and scrambled forward on the ground to the hillcrest. What he saw blew his mind away. There far below stood a huge gleaming city of white and gold towers. The city was over twice the size of Sparta Command and it looked like more buildings were being built. As Mars looked through his mag-glasses he suddenly caught a flash of blue on the large tower in the center, quickly he refocused the glasses and the symbol came into focus, the United Nations symbol. Pravin Lal. Mars quickly keyed in the channel on his enviro-suit data pad to Sparta Command.

“Sparta Command, this is Captain Mars, get me Colonel Santiago NOW!”



>3 weeks later, Sparta Command main conference room, Sparta – 2174 <

“Pravin Lal will be contacting us in a few minutes but before he does I want to quickly review what we know so far. The “Peacekeepers” as they call themselves now follow a strict democratic governmental system modeled after the United Nations. Pravin still believes he is the leader of the human colonists here and he is seems driven reunite all of the factions under his control. His business and industrial operations follow a “planned” economic model just as we do now. What is more disturbing is that there are nearly 60,000 citizens in the Peacekeeper faction, which is three times larger than our own. They have also completed a special project that links ALL of their cities into an integrated command and control system making their soldiers very effective. However, in our favor we have an “edge” in weapons since as far as we can tell they still only have laser weapons. Also, our recent discovery of plasma armor gives our soldiers a tremendous edge in combat. In all, the Peacekeepers would make a very worthy opponent. Currently we have two terra-formers moving northward to level a particular rich sector of land at the headwaters of a river. This spot will be the future site of a colony that is being prepared at Bunker 118. Once the land is cleared a sensor will be built to add advanced early warning detection to their defenses. The new base will be only two sectors away from the Peacekeeper capital but it will be built on OUR side of the current border. Once the new colony is built it should push our territorial claims even further and thus allow us to claim the alien monolith for our own. The consensus of the command consul is that this base should be operated as a forward command and control center and it will be strictly operated under military control and supervision. Lastly, we will move rapidly to place another colony pod south of Fort Ticonderoga in order to provide more security for the base. I think that about sums things up and I see from the message flashing across my screen that Pravin Lal is now on line with us.” Mannsfield sat down and waited till Santiago give the sign to activated the screen. Santiago turned and nodded slightly which was the signal to activate the screen.

The screen suddenly lit up and Pravin Lal was on the screen. He looked older than the last time Santiago saw him, much older. It was clear Peacekeeper scientists had not unlocked some of the secrets of the monolith to fight aging as they had done.

“Greetings Corazon it is good to see you again. I was so worried that none of the other pods had made it other than myself and Chairman Yang of the Hive.” Santiago could kept her face and body motionless but she wanted to smash her fist down in anger as to why they no one had told her about this Chairman Yang. “I wish to offer to you the promise of a new beginning for us all on Chiron by joining with me to rebuild the dream we had when we left earth. I for one would be willing to exchange the communication frequency of Chairman Yang for some of your technology as a symbol of our new friendship.” Pravin smiled at the end of his speech.

“Pravin I have no intention of joining with you on anything. It was your stupid incompetence that caused this fiasco in the first place. We Spartans will not make any treaty with any faction until we have contacted them all. Third, I have no intention of trading the technology you requested on artillery systems for a mere communication frequency. So I see no reason to discuss any issues further with you. Santiago out!” Mannsfield killed the channel and turned back to Santiago.

“Why was I not told about Yang!” Santiago spat out.

“Colonel, we did not know ourselves. It seems that piece of news Lal kept to himself. Do you really think it is wise to antagonize him so?” Mannsfield asked hurriedly.

“I care very little what Pravin Lal thinks. I suggest Mannsfield that you organize a committee to review our production plans at once in light of this news.” Santiago sank back into her chair and watched as Mannsfield stood up and began to speak. She mused to herself about what she hated more; Lal or the fungus.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2175

“General,” Morgan said, “are you telling me the Cyborg infantry hasn’t moved in over a year? That they are just sitting there?”

General Samuel Perkins nodded. “Yes, that is exactly what I’m telling you. See for yourself. They have made no move toward Morgan Construction, or toward the road that connects it with the rest of our bases.”

“Have the formers moved forward to construct the sensor?” Morgan asked.

“Yes,” the General said. “They are not quite done, but considering the Cyborgs haven’t moved that is not a problem.”

“This is a perplexing but welcome development,” Morgan said. “What about our probe teams?”

Samuel smiled. “Team Alpha has made contact with certain command elements of the Cyborg impact infantry, and they are willing to switch sides for ‘consideration’.”

“Of course,” Morgan said. He understood this completely. “How much?”

“Considering the situation, it is rather steep: 169 megacredits,” he said.

Morgan didn’t flinch. He did not have that kind of cash, but he knew who did.

“Get me Zakharov on the line. We have to chat…”

	25-09-2003 22:03									#27
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Sparta, MY 2175

Mannsfield walked up to the podium in the briefing room and opened up his briefing book.

“Good morning. As customary on the last day of a turn we will have a review of the year along with projections for the coming year. But first, we need to review current events. Late yesterday Pravin Lal contacted us to request the communication frequency for the Cyborgs. I consulted with Colonel Santiago and she agreed to transmit the frequency for 40 mega credits. It is the Colonel’s belief that once Pravin is exposed to the devious nature of the cyborgs he might feel inclined to support the Morganites. We gave them a very brief review of our dealings with the Cyborgs and he thinks he can negotiate a settlement. So if that is how he wants to occupy his time all the better for us. Now, the other news of importance is that Ironholm completed a colony pod and it should be moving out in few days towards the colony site just south of the Peacekeeper capital. It will take nearly 9 to 10 turns for it to reach the site but by then the land should be leveled and a sensor array built upon its arrival. That base should give us an excellent staging area for any offensive or defensive operations. Based on the report from the command advisory consul we will need to invest a great deal of mega credits to improve this base as quickly as possible. Colonel Santiago has pre-approved any expenditure needed to get that base up and running. So that is all I have, Director Boothe is next." ”

Mannsfield stepped down from the podium and took his customary seat and Director Boothe walked past him to the podium.

“Good morning. I have both good news and bad news to report today. The good news is our industrial capacity has improved greatly due to the switch to a planned economy. Along with that our growth rates are up as well. However, our efficiency at managing our economy and planning production is not going very well. The system is bogging down and as result our energy production has taken a huge reduction. Which in turn has effected our research rates as well. Many of our top research people left to pursue other activities due to the difficulties in getting supplies, computer processing time and funding issues. My department is working around the clock to clear up these issues but suffice it to say it is a monumental task. As our cities grow we can expect more productivity and with more productivity we can increase our research rate. Also, as our cities put into operation the children crèche projects we expect to see a full 50% decrease in inefficiency. In fact, several of our cities are completing these improvements now and they should help considerably to elevate the waste that is strangling our system now. Now, on to better news, the “virtual world” project. As you can see from the data in front of you we will complete the project next turn! With the completion of the virtual world system our people will get to use the most state of the art holographic system for recreation. It will be linked into each network node built in each city so we do not have to build a separate system to operate it. Our terraforming operations are ahead of schedule and we should have a second sea-former to help clear the fungus away and tap the limitless potential of the sea. Thank you.”

Boothe picked up her briefing book and walked back to her seat. Major Robert Hudson stood up and quickly walked up to the podium.

“Good morning. If you will open your briefing books to tab five you can review in detail our current operational battle force and garrison units. What I intend to concentrate on future operations and troop deployments. First, the 1st L.E.R.P. regiment is still bogged down in the fungus fields near the alien temple. Once they reach a monolith and activate the healing properties they will then assault the fungal tower and destroy it. After that they will work their way back to the east to help escort a colony pod. Our 1st scout/rovers have taken up a defensive position along the ridgeline where the forward base is to be built. I strongly encourage and request that at least two plasma armored, impact armed rover units are built as soon as possible. I think it is crucial for our security that we get a mobile strike force deployed that can withstand anything the Peacekeepers throw at us.”

“Major, why just two?” Santiago asked.

“Colonel, I have reviewed our current production schedule and I think I would lucky to get two, I would prefer four but I can live with two.”

Santiago leaned sideways in her chair and motioned for Major Stewart to come over.

“Major please get with Major Hudson after this meeting. I want to see two armored impact rover regiments built within the decade, is that clear.” The tone in her voice left little room for discussion.

“Thank you Colonel. That is all I have for today.” Hudson stepped down and Major Harza walked up to the podium and began his report. The reports continued through the morning and by noon they were done. Santiago left the briefing room and made her way to her office. When she sat down there was a light knock at the door.

“Enter.”

Captain Somersby walked into the room and stood at attention.

“Sit.”

Somersby quietly eased himself into the chair.

“Can it be done?”

“Yes. If we can allocate resources immediately and I can select the right people it can be done. The team will infiltrate the Peacekeeper headquarters and implant a virus into their computer system that will allow us to infiltrate their systems and will give us full access to all of their databases.”

“I have issued orders that Bunker 118 will supply the resources for you to train and equip your team. When they are ready to leave order them to the new base for pre-operational briefings and preparations. The new base will assume support duties for the team when they arrive.” Santiago leaned forward slowly. “You understand if the team is caught there has to be full deniability.”

“Yes Colonel, I understand.” Somersby stood up and saluted and left the room as quietly as he entered.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Construction, MY 2176

“Please. Allow me,” base manager Sarah Watkins said as she opened the door to the VIP Suite. The room inside was sumptuous to say the least with a heated marble floor and hand crafted dark wood furniture. Sweeping maroon curtains graced the windows, which looked out on at the wide fertile valley. At the near horizon was the sea.

The beginnings of a smile formed on Commander Zeta Phi’s face. He slowly walked into the room and ran an appreciative hand over the nearest velvet-covered chair. “This feels…nice.”

“Only the best for Morganite soldiers, Commander,” Sarah enthused. “We treat our people differently than the Cyborgs. Ours is a society that thrives on rewards for exceptional ability, and for exceptional service.”

The commander slowly looked up at Sarah. “Is what you propose an example of ‘exceptional service’?”

“Oh, yes,” Sarah said with a small laugh. “I can assure you that CEO Morgan himself has already authorized payment for services rendered. Commander, you and the people in your unit are very, very rich. I have to say I am somewhat envious.”

Sarah looked on as the Commander got another one of his blank stares. Metallic studs gleamed on his shaved head and, for a moment, his shining eyes were dull. It was disquieting for Sarah but she hid every bit of her apprehension. She was in the presence of a killer, and alien killer at that.

“Wealth has a different meaning for Cyborgs,” he said. “But this is nice.” His fingers ran up and down the velvet again.

Then he stopped and turned around. The change had been so sudden that Sarah almost started but held her ground.

“These are the specifications for the Impact technology,” he said as he handed her a small wafer. “You will be able to use them to build more like our infantry.” After she took the wafer he turned and ran his fingers over the velvet again and a shallow half smile formed on his face.

“I cannot stay in this place,” he said.

There was a long pause.

“Have some of this cloth brought us. The others will want to feel it. It feels good,” he said. “Lead me to the food dispensary. I am hungry.”

“Of course! Anything you want!” Sarah said as she backed out of the way.

Sarah kept smiling the whole way and making small talk, trying to draw him out. She failed. But, she had the wafer. The Commander could do what he wanted; the data was the key.

*~*~*~*

Sparta, MY 2177

>Blast Rifle Crag, Sparta – 2177, North watch tower<

Captain Carlos Sanchez was exhausted and worried. Over the past two turns mind worms had made repeated attacks against the base. They had destroyed the base’s terraformer and now they were hitting the base. His garrison unit, a full regiment, had been reduced down to 20%. Many of the infantrymen had been killed by the mind worms attack while others had suffered a more painful death, a slow death. Those soldiers that did not die during the attack from the mind blast but were just stunned found themselves easy prey for the mind worms offspring that burrowed into their heads through their ears. Some never even knew it had happened until blood started oozing from their eyes, mouth, ears and nose. New recruits were being trained but they were recruits not the battle hardened veterans he had brought with him. Suddenly a noise from behind him made him jump and he spun around and leveled his blast rifle. It was Commandant Robertson.

“Commandant, I could have killed you.” Sanchez said as he eased his blast rifle down and put it on safety.

“Sorry Captain, I just wanted to check in with you before I made my report to command.” Commandant Robertson walked towards him and stopped in front of the thick armored plas-glass windows. “Do you think they will hit us again? If the do can you hold?”

“Commandant, I do not know. We do not have the manpower to organize a scout team to check the area for worm signs. If they are out there and they hit us again this turn I doubt we can hold. Our chances are slim at best with the manpower we have.” Santiago replied as he stepped next to the commandant.

“I understand. No one can blame you in this affair, no one. Your actions during these attacks have been above and beyond the call of duty. You saved six men by risking your own life to retrieve them before the worms got them. I have made sure every report I sent back to command included your bravery and resourcefulness and leadership. This base would have been destroyed if it had not been for you.”

“Thank you commandant. If there is anyway possible I promise you I will defend this city to the last man.” Sanchez turned and put out his hand and Robertson took it and shook it.
>Sparta Command Center, Main conference room, Sparta 2177<

“Prokhor I want you to remove your scout rover NOW from our territory. We have tolerated your transport ship for some time as it scouted our seas but landing a full scout rover regiment is unacceptable!” Santiago stood up and slammed her fist down on the table.

Zakharov watched her for a minute via the video link as if hoping to see a “chink” in her armor. He knew he was in no position to force the issue. Somewhere out on the high seas the Spartans had a ship that could sink his transport in a blink of an eye. Also, his scout rovers would stand no chance in firefight against Spartan troops that had impact weapons and plasma armor.

“Okay Santiago, in the best interests of peace and to avoid a vendetta between your people and mine I will withdrawal my scouts.” Zakharov reached down and took a drink of water.

“I want them gone as soon as possible or I will unleash our secret weapon and then you will understand the power of Spartan might! Santiago OUT!” Mannsfield disconnected the link and turned towards Santiago.

“Do you think he will leave? Would you really unleash the alien battle robot against them?”

“Yes and yes.” Santiago sank back down into her chair and rubbed her forehead.

“Colonel, do you have a chance to review the request from the Commandant of Blast Rifle Crag?” Mannsfield asked as he pulled out his data pad.

“Yes, I did. Inform the commandant we have no spare troops to spare to reinforce his garrison. His people must hold. You can also tell him that I intend to award the legion of courage medal to his garrison commander. What is the status of the 1st L.E.R.P scouts?” Santiago began to rub her eyes now.

“Colonel, the 1st L.E.R.P. is still bogged down in the fungus. If they can make it to one of the monoliths they will be okay but if not they will perish soon. We have completed several children crèche programs, which should help our energy production. Also, since Bunker 118 is the only base to have a network node up and running at this time they have asked for you to attend the ceremony of the completion of the virtual world project.” Mannsfield continued to jot down notes while he spoke.

“Inform Commandant Fitz-Wallace III that I will not attend. Inform Director Boothe she is to attend in my place.” Santiago stood up and picked up her command baton and papers and handed them to her aide Longstreet who had been sitting quietly behind her along the wall.

“Colonel, I think you might reconsider once I tell you this. Bunker 118 is almost done with their colony pod but after that nothing has been scheduled for production but resources are still being allocated to Bunker 118, perhaps the commandant is involved in some scheme or graft?” Mannsfield stopped taking notes to look up at Santiago who stopped dead in her tracks.

“Mannsfield you need not concern yourself with that issue. I have it under control. Cease all further investigations, is that clear?” Santiago starred at him, her stern gaze not wavering a bit. “Is that clear!”

“Yes Colonel.”

Santiago turned and left followed by her aide. Mannsfield watched the door close behind them automatically and then put down his data pad and stylus. Something was up and she knew all about it. Why wouldn’t she tell him? Events seem to be happening faster and faster each turn and there was so much work to do. Mannsfield stood up and picked up his data pad and made for the door.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2177

The day was finally done and Morgan was taking a well-deserved extra hour off for a semi leisurely dinner, followed by a bath, massage, and a steam bath. In all, it was to be a perfect evening. The troubles with Aki had ceased to be a crisis, and basic weaponry was now in his grasp. It was more than satisfying to learn that both a impact infantry and rover could now be constructed without the usual prototyping; the 169 energy that had been required as ‘consideration’ for the Cyborg infantry to switch sides had been worth every joule, oh yes!

He pushed away his plate and the china clinked faintly against the crystal goblet. They were fair imitations of the best of Earth, but they were crude. Considering that Morganite society only had 25,000 citizens it was somewhat amazing that someone found the time to make these in any quantity or quality. Even the ‘silver’ was almost craftsman grade, even if it was obviously electroplated. Silver was still too valuable a commodity to waste on such a frivolous thing as a full silver service.

Morgan stood up and slipped on his red silk robe. The bath was waiting, as were his ‘attendants’, who were more than eager to ensure he was more than clean.

Yes, it is good to be king!

*~*~*~*

Temple of the Planet, southwest monolith – Sparta 2178

Captain Madars reached up and touched the monolith with his bare hand a flash of energy exploded throughout the area. It lasted for some time and while it was active all sense of time seemed to stop. However, after nearly eight minutes the energy wave ceased and Madars looked around. All of the rovers were repaired! His badly injured men were standing around healthy and sound. With the replacements that had caught up with them the unit was now at full strength.

“Now, lets go tackle that fungus tower!” Madars roared at his men who cheered him back in triumph!



>Bunker 118, central community center- Holo-tanks recreation center – Sparta 2187<

“On behalf of Colonel Santiago I welcome on citizens and civilians to enjoy the wonders and pleasures of these holo-tanks! It is just another achievement that our Spartan society has brought to you!” Boothe opened the doors and within minutes a flood of people came pouring into the facility. There were several others in the city that could be used but this unit was the main one that tied into the others and the network node. Boothe turned to Commandant Fitz-Wallace III.

“So Commandant what do you plan on building next that could top this?” Boothe asked in a lighthearted manner. Fitz-Wallace suddenly became stiff and formal. “Director Boothe I do not think you have any authority to ask such questions.”

“Commandant, I sit on the command council and I hold the directorship on production and civil planning. I think I have the authority.” Boothe responded in an offended manner.

“No Director you do not.” Fitz-Wallace turned and walked down from the podium area and towards the command center leaving a very puzzled Boothe wondering what in the world could be going on here.

	25-09-2003 22:04									#28
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Morgan Industries, MY 2178

Rothchild looked over the development plans, touch-activating the sequential datastreams where he needed more information. As he was scrolling through he said, “It seems rather infrastructure heavy, sir. Most bases have finished recreation commons and are working on recycling tanks.” He looked up at Morgan, who was staring directly at him. “The Board of Directors recommended a steady expansion of colony pods, which will move south with the formers. They are going to demand an explanation.”

“And they shall have one,” the CEO stated. “Several factors interviened. First, there is the continuing war with the Cyborgs. Although the immediate threat has passed, it did highlight how we have neglected our infrastructure and that we were spread very thin. In our current state we had difficulty defending our core and immediate perimeter bases. I shudder to think what would happen if a Cyborg force landed at the southern continent.

“Second, we still have instability problems. As we grow this will only get more acute, even if the Human Genome Project and the construction of recreation commons mitigated the effects significantly. A negative side effect was that these bases were producing a shockingly low amount of industrial output. A recycling tank can go a long way to mitigating this problem.

“Third, the Cyborg attacks disrupted our terraforming efforts. Thankfully none of our terraformers were damaged or destroyed before we induced the Cyborg infantry to have a change of heart. And, after the threat had passed, the manager of Construction asked that we construct a sensor, forest, and farm to enhance their productivity. They are on the front line, and I thought it best to agree to her wishes. Only now are some of the formers on their way south.”

Rothchild was taking a few notes as Morgan spoke. He was due to have a morning planning meeting with the Board, and they like specifics.

“A colony was completed this last year at Distribution, and it should set up next year. We need have roads, sensors, and basic improvements complete so the pod doesn’t waste so much time in transit. This will take time.

“Lastly, it makes no sense to have our far bases create colony pods. The will take an unseemly amount of time in transit. Instead I have worked with their managers to construct basic infrastructure, and they will then work on enhancing growth, more infrastructure, defense, and at least one Project.”

Morgan stopped. “Is that enough for the meeting?”

“Yes, sir. Quite enough. I can’t say they’ll disagree with you, but they will undoubtedly have suggestions.”

“That is what they are paid for, and any who don’t would likely be dismissed,” the CEO stated. “Let me know what their positions are, and when we will have our meeting. I am booked for the next few days. Check with my calendar.”

*~*~*~*

>Thrace, Temple of the Planet, Southern monolith area, Sparta-2179


Captain Madars and his rovers were about to attack the fungal tower when an urgent call came through over the command frequency.

“This is Commandant Alexander Primus requesting immediate assistance from Captain Madars, OVER?”

“This is Madars, OVER”

“Captain, I need your assistance. I am the new Commandant for the colony-research city to be built in the temple of the Planet. We are on route to your area when our long-range sensors detected a spore launcher creature. We need for your team to dispose of it. The creature is three sectors away from your current position, just on the eastern side of the temple of the planet, over.”

“Confirmed, we will move as fast as we can to interdict the creature. We still have to move through the fungus so expect us to be some time. I suggest you move more west by north to give the creature a wide berth, over”

“Confirmed and thanks. We would have requested help from the garrison at Blast Rifle Crag but they have been weakened from constant attack by worms. Suggest you take caution in reaching the creature as to avoid contact with other creatures, over.”

“Roger, over and out.” Madars closed the channel.

Damn, what a mess. He would have to break camp and move eastward to help the colonists just when they were so close.

“This is Captain Madars to all rovers and base camp, cease all current operations. We are moving east to destroy a spore launcher. OUT.”

Madars slumped back into his chair as the driver turned the rover about and began to move eastward. It was a long trek due to the fungus, too long. If they got delayed too much the spore launcher could wreak havoc on the bases and improvements they had made.



>Thrace, Temple of the planet, eastern monolith area, Sparta – 2179<


Madar’s rovers had made good time and they were about to pass by the eastern line of monoliths when the emergency communication channel sounded.

“Captain, this is rover five, we have contact with a mind worm request assistance, over”

“Confirmed rover five help is on the way.” Madars flipped a few switches so he could contact all the rovers in his command. “This is captain Madar to all rovers. Converge on rover five he has made contact with a mind worm. Activate trance shields.” Madars put his trance helmet as did the other crew members in the command vehicle and then he activated the rover’s trance shield. The driver accelerated to full attack speed and it only took 12 minutes to reach the area of rover five. Several other rovers were attacking the worm already and he could see more on the way. The gunner began to fire into the creature and it became clear very quickly that the creature was not going to put up much of a fight. Even without all of the rovers the 1st L.E.R.P finished off the worm in record time.

“This is Madars to all rovers, continue east and we will stop at a monolith to restore ourselves before we go into combat with the spore launcher, good work everyone, Madars out.” Yes, it had been a good day but it was also another delay.


>Macedonia, mountain area three sectors west of Fort Ticonderoga, Sparta – 2179<

Captain Mars just finished giving his latest report to the command and it was a good one. At least he had discovered the reason why the Peacekeepers had prospered so much. Almost the entire are east of Fort Ticonderoga was extremely fertile and had an abundance of rain and good soil. If the Spartans had landed here they could have fed their people easily with no problems at all. It made him angry that Lal and his people had somehow obtained this area rather than the Spartans. Well, it wouldn’t be his forever that was for sure. Two more colony pods were in route to this area and would be built on their side of the border. Once that was done a good chunk of this area would be theirs.

“Captain, I have response from command, they want us to move southwest to provide escort for the colony pods and security for the terraformers.” Mars’ radioman reported.

“Inform command we are in route.” Mars tightened his belt; it would be a bumpy ride down the mountain.

*~*~*~*

Near Morgan Construction, MY 2179

“It’s a bloody circus,” Dietrich said, “and they’re the head clown.”

Elizabeth, known as Liz or ‘Lizard’ to everyone in her unit, looked over at her scout mate, annoyed as usual. “They’re formers. Of course they’re slow and ponderous. Just be glad you don’t have their job.”

“Yah,” he said as he adjusted his shredder for the third time this minute, evidently trying to look more macho with his ‘weapon’ displayed for all to see. “Bunch of limp-wristed, concentrate sucking civilians!”

Liz didn’t even respond to that. Fred had had a bug up his butt ever since he had met the Cyborg Commander Zeta Phi. Now there was a real soldier, even if he was creepy. His impact siege gun made their little shredders look like cheese graters, which they were. They were OK for dealing with crowds, or with worms, but not much else. Against the Commander and his ilk they didn’t have a chance. Liz accepted that. Fred didn’t.

Fred made a few more exaggerated rude gestures the former crews, who were many kilometers away, would never see. Well, if that made him feel better then that was fine. Three formers were working their way south, and they had been assigned to ride herd, both as escort and to coordinate their activities. Just to their south was an expanse of unexplored fungus. Well, it was semi explored. A Morganite scout team and Cyborg team had been there decades ago, but they had all died in a worm infestation. That had not been pretty. Apparently the Cyborg had stirred up some worms and then been unable to deal with the onslaught. The Morganite crew had been caught trying to find a defensive position in the fungus, which was a hopeless proposition.

Liz had an idea. She activated her communication stud. “Scout Unit Delta Three to Construction.”

“Construction here,” came the immediate reply. Elizabeth recognized 2nd Lieutenant Sammy Wilk’s voice right away.

“Formers are almost in position. I have a suggestion for HQ regarding worm defense. Have the formers construct a sensor at the north end of the fungal wall. That will give us advance warning if anything is coming, and maybe scare them off. We need a reply very soon or the formers will be entering the fungus, likely within weeks.”

“Roger Delta Three. Good idea, Lieutenant. Will forward, priority. On my authority instruct the former crews to beginning immediately. I’ll clear up the paperwork, and I’ll put your name on it.”

Liz paused. “Thanks,” she said.

“No problem,” Sammy said. “Good luck. Out”

SFS WARRIOR – 12 sectors north of Sparta Command, SPARTA –2180


“Captain, our supplies are at the level where we might need to think about turning back. If we continue our search we will either have to reduce rations or send out a scouting party for food stuffs;” The quartermaster laid a paper in front of the captain detailing the exact amounts of supplies they had left.

“Thank you quartermaster, I appreciate your concern but we will find civilization soon, I am sure of it. Somewhere near here has to be the enclaves of the Cyborgs, Morganites or University. We just made landfall a turn ago and we will continue our search of the coastline. For now we will keep the men on full rations until I inform you different. Dismissed.” Captain Johansen saluted the quartermaster and who promptly saluted back and then turned and left the cabin.

Johansen looked down at the map and began to plot his course along with the checking of the days against the amount of foodstuffs they had left. Four more turns, that’s all the food they had left at full rations, perhaps 6 if they halved it. Johansen did not want to do that he needed his men sharp and alert. He really was convinced that some of the other factions had to be along this coastline, they had to be. The continent to the north was huge and the other factions had to be somewhere.


Terraformer crew #4 northwest of Fort Ticonderdoga, SPARTA – 2180

The terraformers had gotten use to the Peacekeeper soldiers watching them from across the border to the north. They had been here for nearly four turns and they had just completed their work in clearing the area of large boulders and rock formations. It had been hard work but farms, trees stands or solar collector units could not be built here. The crew chief of terraformer # 3 had just informed them that Sparta Command had given them the green light to begin the sensor array. As soon as the first sensor discs had been unloaded they noticed that the Peacekeepers had noticed as well. The soldiers along the border began running to their command tents, probably to radio the news back to headquarters.

“Stan, do you think they will get mad?”

“Oliver, I don’t know. If the erection of this sensor tower does not stir up the hornets nest I bet you 100 credits the site of the colony pod that arrives here in two turns will send them into orbit.”

“I wish I could see it but as soon as we get this down its westward for us and more rock clearing I hear.” Stan dropped some wire on ground and began to get more.

“Well, if they want any part of us I am sure the Colonel will tear them to bits.”

Sparta Command Headquarters, office of Colonel Santiago, Sparta – 2180

“Mannsfield I was shocked to hear that you made this agreement but after reviewing it I have to say you did an excellent job in negotiating this exchange with the Cyborgs.” Santiago leaned back in her chair smiling.

“Yes Colonel it was more of surprise to me than anything. To think that they would trade standard plasma armor for the more advance pulse armor design is beyond belief. With pulse armor our soldiers will be even more protected against enemy defenses than before. And its not like we traded them a technology they did not already have.” Mannsfield put the complete agreement on her desk.

“I appreciate your initiative Mannsfield. I want leaders and this is the type of command decision I like to see. What is even better is that we can now trade the specifications for plasma armor to Zakharov for some other technology and we still have a lead in armor design. Well, done again.” Santiago stood up and saluted him.

Mansfield quickly replied in kind. “Thank you again Colonel.”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Collections, MY 2180

“Do you feel it?” Sharon asked as she looked around. “I think we’re being watched.”

Paul didn’t even look over from the controls of the harvester he was driving. “You’re just being paranoid. We’re out here in the sticks, with no one for kilometers. North of us is the remaining fungus, and there is forest all around. I suppose there might be some birds watching you, or maybe one of those Chiron mud skippers that seem to like Earth pine forests pretty well.” His tone was gentle, but mocking.

Sharon took the point and was quiet. Still, she couldn’t help feeling that there was something out there, something malevolent, or if not malevolent then certainly alien. “How long until we’ve gotten enough to meet our energy collection quota?”

“Another two days at our present rate,” he said. “We’re able to get much more energy than normal, and the bosses like that a lot. Keep your eyes open for good sources, you know what they look like.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said. Their training several years ago had been intensive and thorough. It was not difficult to find and secure the bountiful energy sources in the forest; it simply took time and patience. Normally Sharon had lots of patience, but not today. Now she was too uneasy.

A flicker of motion caught her eye to the left, near the horizon. It looked like the a low grayish cloud in the increasing dusk.

EEEEERRRRRRRRKKKKKKK

“Oh, god!” Sharon yelled. “Turn around! Now!”

Paul didn’t get it and started at her outburst. “Now, what’s the problem? There’s nothing out there….”

“Yes there is! Turn around, now! Worms!” Sharon grabbed Paul’s arm and he almost lost control of their service hauler. He could feel her terror now, and the look in her face said it all. What cinched it was that he started to feel tendrils of fear creep into his mind – fragments of old nightmares he had forgotten long ago, flashes of color, disquieting low chittering sounds.

He didn’t hesitate. The service rover heeled and broke into an impromptu 180-degree turn, bouncing over the unimproved terrain. “Call base,” he croaked as he fought with the steering.

Sharon nodded between the sharp bumps, and then activated the comm stud. “Collections 23 to Collections. Collections 23 to Collections.”

“Yes, 23,” a voice said.

“There are worms in the forest north of Collections! Get the scout teams, now!” she yelled. “Returning to base!”

	25-09-2003 22:06									#29
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Command center –Sparta Command, Sparta – 2181

“Colonel, I suggest that we proceed with caution. The Peacekeepers have built a perimeter defense field around their headquarters which might cause the infiltration team some problems in gaining access.” Somersby pointed at the photo on Santiago’s desk that showed the new defensive structure.

“Can your team still get in?” Santiago asked again with a slight tone of frustration.

“Yes, I believe they still can get in. It seems that the Peacekeepers use a magnetic card for identification purposes and we have created a card that when “swiped” through the reader will link with the computer and gain access. However, the Peacekeepers frequently reissue cards so we have no idea of what they look like. As long as the team members are not asked to show their cards we should be okay. However, once inside they will have materials with them to alter the outward appearance of the cards once they know what the current cards look like.” Somersby reached into his pocket and handed Santiago one of the cards.

“They don’t post security teams throughout their city like we do?” Santiago continued to look at the card while holding it up to the light.

“No, they don’t that’s why they rely on this system. They have a democratic political system so everyone is supposedly committed to the preservation and welfare of the Peacekeeper society. It should be very easy once we are in to infiltrate the networks they have and implant the virus.” Somersby reached across the desk and took back the card.

“Excellent work. How goes the training?”

“Good, they should be ready in three turns and then it will take another three to reach the Peacekeeper base. Our only major concern is lack of intelligence on what troops are there and if they Peacekeepers have any anti-espionage units standing by to protect their base. If that is the case all of our work has been for nothing.”

“I will take care of that next turn. The 1st scout/rovers will be ordered to make a cross border incursion into Peacekeeper territory and they will try to get next to our near their Headquarters. Once there they can question civilians and send in observers to check the composition of the forces there. The cover story will be that the field commander got over zealous in his duties and forgot to respect the border. It should be easy to pull back the rovers if Lal demands their extradition.” Santiago stood up indicating that the meeting was over. “Good luck to your men Somersby.”

“Thank you Colonel. Let me know as soon as possible what forces they have there.” Somersby saluted and released his salute as soon as Santiago saluted back and then left the room.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2181

Morgan read over the reports. Setbacks, more setbacks!

First, the defender at Collections had attacked and failed to kill the little mindworm that was threatening the city. Of course, a defender had been moved from a nearby city to ensure its safety, but that meant that a new defender had to be created, and that cost valuable construction time. The impromptu defender survived the attack of the 90 percent damaged worm easily, but it was distressing – they had been so close, and if they had won there would have been a boon of planet pearls.

It also seemed the Cyborgs weren’t the rubes he thought they might be, or hoped they might be. The transport full of espionage teams was not in position, and it seems that Aki outfitted her city with a defensive probe and blocked the landing area with an impact infantry unit. What to do? It was a dangerous area since the entire sea was covered with fungus, and one false move could cause one of those nasty sea vector mindworms to be generated. That would spell doom for the transport and the teams inside. In reality it was an easy decision – wait. Perhaps the infantry team would leave, and the defending probe team, too. When the infantry left the decision would be harder: a full-scale espionage attack to eliminate the defender, then penetrate the Cyborg datalinks. That was likely to result in the death and capture of two probe teams, since even if they won the remaining team would be summarily destroyed by the Cyborgs. A third probe team was on the way, but this was getting expensive. Morgan mused: so much for the plans for an easy infiltration and energy and technology theft, when it could be arranged.

Other news was better. A recreation commons had been built at Interstellar, so now it could have the social stability to have more than one mineral a year in production. A recycling tank had been built too, but Morgan didn’t recall off hand which base completed it. That didn’t matter, really. What did matter is that basic infrastructure was quickly falling into place, and that the second wave of colony pod expansion would start soon. At the same time the core bases were finishing network nodes, spiking research nicely, and starting Projects. The eleventh Morganite base had been build a few years ago, and it would be finishing its recycling tank soon. Both it and Construction were very promising bases since one had a mineral lode and the other a nutrient lode – these were keys.

One last irritation: Morganite science had given him another ‘boon’; something called ‘Progenitor Psych’. What in the world was that? Sure, it gave extra food in sea kelp, that that was completely useless right now! This was the second time a rather useless technology had been pried from the pointy-headed scientists. It was all so infuriating since every advance was achieved alone since neither Aki nor Zak were forthcoming with technology trades.

Morgan put the report down, and tried to focus on other things, like guidance for former activities. Many were running out of things to do. That was a good thing, but it didn’t make up for those blasted scientists!

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, SPARTA – 2182

Director Morgan,

I have at last obtained your communication frequency from Professor Prokhor Zakharov of the University at some expense to us but I feel that it is in our best interests to open negotiations with you. I have little information about your or your faction since Zakharov wanted and additional charge for those files but I subsequently declined. From my own resources I have determined that you were not listed on the crew manifest so I am puzzled as to how you came to be aboard the Unity. If you or any of your people were involved in the sabotage of that craft I should warn you that any hope of positive relations with the Spartan Federation will be zero. We Spartans value duty, honor and loyalty above all virtues and our observance to a strict military lifestyle. Since landing on Chiron we have devoted ourselves to the pursuit of the ancient Spartan military societal code. We work in unison as one nation behind a single goal under the strict disciple that a military lifestyle affords. I am aware of several other factions on planet and I must warn you of one of them, the Cyborgs. They are not to be trusted! They have twice tried to contact us to pursue relations in order to secure our military support against you via a sneak attack. We have twice decline. We will not be party to any sneak attack. Initially we were unaware of the Cyborgs hostile nature and as a result we did exchange certain technology with them. In order to correct the insult the Cyborgs inflicted upon us we would be willing to “even the odds” since we have no interest in seeing them subdue you. If you agree to an exchange of some type we will be willing to transmit to you the following technologies:

Non-linear mathematics
High-energy chemistry
Polymorphic software

Also, we would be willing to “gift” you as a sign of our good intentions a technology to help better defend your people from the insidious attacks of the mind worms. I have pledged my people and myself to the destruction and eradication of the wind worm/fungus menace. We have uncovered many ancient ruins of a previous life form of high intelligence that once dominated this planet. But for some unknown reason their civilization fell. It is my belief it is due to the mind worms and fungus. Perhaps they lacked the technology or perseverance to destroy the menace that faced them.

I also will inform you that Pravin Lal our former leader has survived and now is the leader of a very sizable faction to our east. He is very insistent on rebuilding the old United Nations order under his guidance something that I am opposed to.

Lastly, once you transmit a list of possible technologies or suggestions for other compensation packages we will review it and then we can complete the transaction if all is acceptable to both parties. Regardless we will send to you next turn the trance protection technology as a gift of friendship that we hope you will take and honor. We have also offered a truce to you and your people until such time we can determine if further military or political arrangements are warranted.

Colonel Corazon Santiago
Spartan Federation

Sparta Command

Main Conference Room, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2182

“Colonel if you read my report you will see that our current economic system is not as effective as we had hoped it would be.” Director Boothe activated the main screen and several graphic displays began to appear that illustrated her argument. “The main issue we suffer with is inefficacy. My organization simply is not effective in coordinating the industrial capacity of the entire Spartan Federation. We do achieve an increase in industrial capacity but the waste we generate is strangling our society in almost every measure. A solution of sorts to our dilemma is now available to us. I was contacted by the former leaders of the industrial conglomerates, prior to the nationalization of their factories, that we worked closely with us and they have forwarded some proposals for our review.”

“Director Boothe, if we were to add more people or create another department would that help?” Santiago asked as she began to leaf through the proposal.

“No Colonel, it would not. In fact, I would guess it would just make matters worse. Even with the children crèche program our society struggles to produce the material we need. With the help of the industrial leaders I have reviewed their proposal and amended a counter proposal.” Boothe began to hand out another spiral bound book to the each of the command staff. “What I suggest is the following. First, we switch back to a free market economy. This will increase the effectiveness of our industrial capacity and improve our energy resources. With the addition of more children crèche programs we can still maintain a good population rate and have the benefits of a positive production system.”

“Director Boothe I do not think I need to remind you that such a system would also create a lot of social disorder and chaos. Chaos and disorder would not be beneficial to the overall health of our society and it is contradictory the very principals of Spartan life.” Major Mannsfield asked as he stopped on a page that caught his interest.

“Yes you are correct Lieutenant Colonel. However, that is where our agreement comes into effect. As I said I was contacted by a group of former industrial leaders and they have all agreed in exchange for Colonel Santiago’s pledge to return to a free market society they would accept additional public and personnel restrictions. These restrictions would allow us to control the civilians within our society so they do not fall into social unrest. Of course our citizens would never be an issue, just the civilians.”

“Director Boothe I am still unclear as to the motivation of these businessmen. Please clarify.” Santiago asked tersely.

“Colonel, simply put these industrial leaders for the most part are civilians that represent former citizens who as veterans pledged their lives for the protection of our Federation. Now that they are retired soldiers, they are citizens, who only wish to enjoy the benefits of their years of loyal service to the Federation. Civilians of course will continue to work and support the Federation and they will earn a fair wage but our citizens feel they deserve more. Also, a select handful of favored civilians would also enjoy a greater stature and rewards as well. Our citizens as former soldiers understand that certain personnel liberties might have to be sacrificed in order for the larger good.” Boothe watched Santiago intently hoping to catch some glimpse of her intentions.

“How much would this cost to prepare the changes you require?" Santiago asked.

“Over 135 mega credits.” Boothe replied calmly.

“We don’t have near enough credits to even begin this change then so the issue is moot. Our current treasury is 85 mega credits so it will be some time before we can afford the change. I have no intention of making a half step move and incurring further social or economic disorder. When we have 135 mega credits then we can discuss the issue again.” Santiago quickly replied with a slight tone of sarcasm in it.

“Colonel, we could amend our offer to Director Morgan and ask for energy credits in compensation for the technology. With that funding we could then afford to make the change. I doubt he has much to offer as it is. We can set an amount of 75 energy credits per technology as an exchange rate. We would still have many more technologies to trade with at a later date.” Boothe quickly replied.

“That is then, this is now. Until we have the resources to make the exchanges the discussion is done. Now on to the next issue, I want to commend Lt. Colonel Mannsfield on the shrewd exchanges he was able to make with the University, Peacekeepers and Cyborgs. With two technologies we gained five! That is excellent work. Let us hope that our scientists can continue to work harder in order that we can continue our leadership in technology. Now on to the next issue.”

Director Boothe only half listened to the Santiago as she continued to discuss military issues and deployments. She knew from the numbers that all the speeches in the world would not allow them to remain as the technological leaders. Scientists were leaving daily to pursue more worthwhile projects or areas of study and as result Spartan science suffered. No, she needed to move things along. Perhaps if she talked to her business contacts they could approach Director Morgan with the subject, being fellow businessmen they understood the importance of this change, and perhaps they get the ball rolling. Yes, and of course she was sure her business friends would once again appreciate her concern for the greater glory of Sparta.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2182

Coronal Santiago,

I am delighted to hear from another survivor of the Unity disaster. As you may know, my former company was the primary contractor responsible for the design and construction of this splendid craft. Initially my interest was purely financial, since this was a lucrative UN contract, perhaps the largest that organization ever successfully enacted. As my involvement grew I came to understand the true value of the Unity experiment. It would allow humans to finally spread their seed to the stars, and in doing so create a new society without all the baggage of Earth. I also realized, as Unity reached completion, that the UN was finally and irrevocably losing its tenuous hold, and that Earth was spiraling out of control, fatally so. The UN proved weak and helpless in its efforts. As such, I arranged to become a member of the crew. True, it was not exactly legal, but I did have the tacit agreement of a few key construction managers. You should also know that my companies financed Unity long after the United Nations was unable to pay. I could have ceased payment, and the Unity project would have stopped. But, by this point, I was committed intellectually and emotionally. Unity had to go on – it was the only hope for the survival of humanity. Due to this situation I felt no guilt in securing passage, since it was for services rendered, so to speak.

Your assessment of the Cyborg’s nature is completely correct. They have been unfailingly hostile since we first met of 50 years ago, and their conduct stands in direct contradiction to their purported logical nature. Their actions have been nothing but illogical. Less than a decade ago they launched an unprovoked attack on our holdings. We had done nothing to warrant their enmity, I can assure you. The attack was repulsed, and some cost and benefit to us. It was a salient lesson, and it proved what I had long suspected: the Cyborgs are a dangerous faction that needs to be contained. We are working toward that goal at this time, and will prosecute these efforts to the best of our ability.

The Morganite Board of Directors would be more than happy to discuss any technology trade you might deem prudent. In particularly, your trance technology would be an extreme help in our efforts against the unfailing malevolence of the mindworms that infest this planet. In the last year one of our cities suffered such an attack, and it was beaten off at some loss. We have also lost formers and a few scouts in the more distance past, and your trance protection might have saved us no small amount of loss. Offering this as a gift is extremely generous of you, and you have earned our gratitude and respect.

It seems we only have one technology that might be of use to you: Progenitor Psych. I was at something of a loss when my scientists developed this, but I am told it will allow for better harvesting of sea kelp resources. If this is of interest to you I would be willing to trade this technology for one of the technologies you have listed. Beyond this, I am willing to offer energy credits to compensate your peoples for the efforts. I am sure we can work out a suitable amount and schedule of payments. At this point I would recommend 50 megacredits per technology.

I had always wondered if any of the Unity command staff survived the disaster. Of course I know Pravin Lal, and his skills as a medical officer are well known, as is his dedication to the ideals of the former United Nations. It does not surprise me that he has modeled his society on that old Earth bureaucracy. I am pleased that he and his people survived and, from what you have implied, that he is doing well.

In acknowledgment of your kind offers I am forwarding to you a counter offer. I am willing to enter into a treaty of friendship with the Spartan Federation. I know this would incur significant organization costs on your part, and that your society would be taxed in manpower and direct costs. In deference to this, I am willing to offset these costs with a direct payment to you of 50 megacredits, payable immediately upon the acceptance of this treaty. Consider this a gesture of goodwill and faith that we have in your peoples, a reciprocation of the generous actions you have had toward us.

I am sure we can work together, and look forward to your reply.

CEO Nwabudike Morgan
Chair, Morganite Board of Directors

*~*~*~*

Nwabudike got the last review comments on the letter and adjudicated the various suggestions. On the wholes they were positive, although one Board member expressed some concern at the tone of the Spartan’s letter. It was undeniable that the Spartan Federation’s offer was generous, and there was no reason not to pursue further contacts. They could very well be lucrative trading partners in the future, and that was a desirable outcome. It was also important to cultivate a trading relationship, since the Cyborgs and University had not been forthcoming in technology trades. Coronal Santiago seemed to be willing to discuss the matter, and he was determined to make it worth their while.

That was happy news. It was not so happy that the Cyborg’s infantry and probe team had not moved. Morgan had reluctantly authorized the transport to move deeper into the fungus. Each sector of movement increased the risk that an isle of the deep would attack it, and if it was attacked there was no question that it would be destroyed. It was a significant investment and it would be a sore loss if it was destroyed. A larger problem was getting the transport back, and Morgan saw no hope in it moving both to and from its target. Next time their plans would not assume stupidity on the part of the Cyborgs, and the transport would be constructed in open water where it could move more freely - so much for grand plans.

After reading the message to Santiago and her Spartan Federation one more time he finalized the text, secured a coded interlock on the pre-approved 50 megacredits, and sent it on the communication frequency. In a short time there would be a reply, but in the meantime there was a faction to guide.

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, SPARTA – 2183


Director Morgan,

I have attached to this transmission three technologies: trance protection, plasma armor and impact weapons schematics. We will accept 50 energy credits for the schematics for impact weapons and 60 energy credits for plasma armor. The schematics to build trance protection modules is yours with a promise that you will do everything within your power to destroy the worms and fungus that infest the planet.

We refuse your offer of a treaty at this time. It has been our policy NOT to enter into any treaties or alliances until we have clear picture of all surviving members from the Unity mission. Once we have a clear understanding of the geo-political situation at that time we will then entertain offers of alliances. So at this time we can only accept a truce. You may agree to these terms or not, it is your choice. If you wish to resend the 50 energy credits again along with another 60 energy credits for technology we will consider the negotiations complete and will approve the transaction.

I would also entertain the exchange of map files at this time as well. Some time ago we dispatched an attack foil northwards to search for other survivors. While searching they encountered a sea version of the land mind worm and were heavily damaged. If you could offer a safe harbor for them to rest and refit that would be compensation enough for the trance protection module technology we have given you.

Colonel Corazon Santiago
Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation

Sparta Command

Office of Franklin Benz CEO of First Star Manufacturing, Hero’s Waypoint, Sparta 2183

Director and CEO Nwadbudike Morgan,

I greet you and your consortium with admiration and praise. I have attached a list of other industrialists like myself that would like to strengthen economic bonds with your enterprises. It was good news for all of us leaders of industry that individuals of like minds came together to form a new society. There are excellent business opportunities for a shrewd man like yourself but you have to be aware of certain restrictions in doing business in Sparta. Under Spartan law only citizens are allowed to own property and have a legal voice in the operations of government. Myself along with many of my fellow industrialists are simple civilians who are allowed to collect wealth but cannot own the means of production or land. However, that does not preclude us from buying land or investing in operations in your land as partners.

I wanted to close with a bit of insider news that you might find valuable. Colonel Santiago is currently considering a change in our current inefficient economic system to a free market system. I am sure if that system could be adopted our fortunes would grow along with our mutual friendship. I am sure any assistance you can “give” to Colonel Santiago would help her see the merits of a free market system.

Once again I am so very glad to hear that you and your people are well a prospering and let us commit ourselves today to building a new and stronger business alliance.


Franklin Benz
CEO of First Star Manufacturing

The premier leaders in weapon defense technology
Making the world safe for a new tomorrow!

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2183

Coronal Santiago,

I am pleased to accept your generous offer of 110 megacredits for the armor, trance, and weaponry technologies. In particular, the trance and armor technologies will be most welcome, and will allow our society some degree of safety in a dangerous world. We ‘acquired’ the equivalent of impact weaponry from the Cyborg’s abortive attack on us, but having the actual specifications for Impact weaponry will be helpful, if for no other reason that we will not have to research this ourselves. It is my earnest hope that the 110 megacredits will be of benefit to your Federation. After all, agreements need to be mutually beneficial.

Although I’d prefer otherwise, I understand your desire to keep above entangling alliances. For the time being it will have to be good enough to know that there is another rational faction leader with whom we can converse with, and with whom we can share the fruits of each other societies to the betterment of both. Perhaps in time we can grow our trust and you will feel comfortable forming a friendship treaty. Until that point I hope you will understand that the Board will decline to share our world map. As much as I’d like to see more of Chiron, the Board on a narrow vote did not deem it prudent to share our map with a faction with which we do not share a friendship treaty.

I was distressed to hear of your damaged foil, and please accept my best wishes on their safe return. However, I do not see how we can help your valiant crew unless we would have a full alliance. Considering your reluctance to form a friendship treaty it would be unlikely that our ports would be open to the degree you wish. Your crews are free to visit and partake of our hospitality, but I think the logistics of repair might be more than what is possible at the moment.

Again, I am pleased we have come to an understanding and look forward to our next meeting. I will be sure to let you know if we make a technological breakthrough that you may be interested in, and I trust you will consider doing the same in kind.

Respectfully yours,
CEO Nwabudike Morgan

*~*~*~*

Mr. Franklin Benz,

I was pleasantly surprised to receive your letter, and was pleased to hear that your Federation is considering a Free Market system of economics. I am sure we can both agree that an aggressive and competitive economic model is what will allow your people and your societies to prosper. The fruits of industry are not lightly turned aside, and I am sure that an advanced economic model is the key to a more productive and efficient society.

Unfortunately Coronal Santiago has chosen not to enter into a friendship and trade agreement with our faction. As you can guess, I was quite disappointed, since without a friendship agreement there can effectively be no real trade between our peoples. This is unfortunate since both would profit from such an exchange, especially when both parties are using such an advanced market economic system.

Until the time that the Coronal deems it appropriate to enter into such an agreement I’m afraid all we can really talk about is setting the groundwork. This is no small task, and it would serve us both well to determine what actions might persuade the Spartan Federation leadership that trade links are both appropriate and mutually beneficial.

Yours truly,
CEO Nwabudike Morgan