27-09-2003 08:47									#31
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Office of Col. Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2184

Director and CEO Morgan,

I have had my senior staff review your latest proposal for a truce and unfortunately the language is unacceptable to us since it resembles a treaty more than a truce agreement. Our terms of a truce are plain and unambiguous. One, we acknowledge your sovereign rights as an independent faction. Two, we will not initiate any hostile actions against your nation either on land or sea. Three, we will respect any and all borders that your nation has indicated through colonization of those lands. Four, we will maintain an open communication channel between your nation and ours in order to foster better relations. By your agreement to these terms you acknowledge our rights as well. At this time we see no reason to include economic or trading terms in any agreement. Once you send us an acceptable truce agreement, along with the agreed upon energy credits, then we will release the files to your care.

It seems clear that you do wish to pursue additional levels of cooperation but at this time we cannot. Once we have made contact with all remaining survivors from the Unity crew then we can determine as to how we will proceed. Alliances for the Spartan people are taken very seriously and as such we do not enter into them lightly. If this troubles you all I can say is that patience is a virtue in both peace and war.

Lastly, I find it regrettable that you do not wish to release your map files to us in exchange for ours. I have told the Captain of the SFS WARRIOR to make the best repairs he can at sea and hope for the best. I would have hoped that even limited emergency assistance would be acceptable to both parties. You can be assured that should we ever find any of your soldiers or sailors in need of emergency aid we will do everything within our power.

Colonel Corazon Santiago
Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation
Sparta Command


Office of Director Boothe, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2184

“Surely Director there is something you can do to help convince Colonel Santiago of the merits of switching to a free market system.” Benze said in a very pleading voice.

“Mr. Benz the problem is Captain Somersby. He did a study and the results were not in our favor, for at least right now. It seems that even with the extra restrictions placed on the general populous there would be major problems with the civilian population. Control would be haphazard at best. Under the current system we are able to maintain control but the economic freedoms that an open market creates would require either a larger police force or more recreational outlets. Currently we do not have enough and the resulting disturbances would be overwhelming.” Boothe replied while reaching for another chocolate that Benz had kindly brought by.

“Director, surely something can be done. My fellow industrialists have all pledged our support for any political changes the Colonel Santiago requires. Whatever means she has to employ to stabilize the Spartan Federation will be looked on in a favorable light I assure you.” Benz watched as Boothe continued to pop another chocolate into her mouth. Her appetites for many things had grown and grown and now he understood many things about her and how to control her.

“Mr. Benz I will say this for the last time that as soon as certain improvements are completed within the next eight turns I have been told that Colonel Santiago will make the changes. Now if we can ever get payment from the Morganites then we might be able to implement changes even sooner.” Boothe stood up and began to walk around her desk, a clear indication that the meeting was done.

“Well, thank you again for your support Director and let us hope that things move along quickly for all of us.” Benz shook her hand and turned to leave the room.

“Mr. Benz, perhaps you could send over to my apartment another couple of boxes of these candies?”

“Why of course Director.” Benz replied smiling to himself the whole time.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2184

Coronal Santiago,

I reviewed my previous offer and found that I was in error. The entirety of the previous text was not deleted, as I had thought, and it did contain the treaty terms to which you did not agree. Please accept my apology for the oversight.

Your truce terms are both equitable and fair. I accept. You will find that I have modified the diplomatic offer, and I now believe it will be acceptable to you. The payment of 110 energy is attached and pre-approved, and your offer of a truce and the before mentioned technology is now clear.

It is my earnest wish that we can, in time, forge a closer relationship. I can understand your need to understand the political lay of the land, so to speak, and support that. Perhaps this first interaction can be the start of a larger understanding.

Yours truly,
CEO Morgan
Chair, Morganite Board of Directors

*~*~*~

Morgan finished his missive to Santiago, truly miffed at the bungling. To have something like this happen in the first negotiations with a potentially valuable trading partner! It was inexcusable and, regardless of thoughts to the contrary, the fault was purely his own. After a moment of thought he sent the revised message and hoped there was no error in it!

Now, to other matters. It seems the Cyborgs had moved a foil into position by the transport. Of course it had no means of escape. The probe teams might, however, be able to complete their mission. He looked over the map and, not for the first time, cursed the unending expanse of sea fungus that infested the entire sea-lane. The transport could move southwest, where the probe teams could then operate against two Cyborg bases. That might even buy the foil some time. Morgan thought that it might have been better to put some armor on the transport – then it might have a chance, slim though it might be. If they survived the coming year Morgan decided to invest that energy since that, in combination with the fungus, might give them a fighting chance.

The only other item of interest was that the recycling tanks were nearing completion at most bases, and most would be done in a few years. That was good. One side note was that the base manager at Solarflex had authorized raising the land his base, and an energy special had been raised out of the sea. At this moment terraformers were racing to develop this valuable resource. Morgan was pleased – this was a prime example of initiative, and he made a note to ensure he received a large bonus for his exemplary actions. This raising had another side benefit. It appeared that this had created a land bridge to the west. Now, wouldn’t that be interesting? More land for development, and exploitation! Marvelous!

*~*~*~*

Communications center, Sparta Command, SPARTA – 2185

“Major Hunt what do you mean you can not contact our new base at the alien temple?” Santiago yelled, her eyes full of frustration.

“Colonel, there is nothing we can do. Due to the unique nature of this system when solar flares occur we anticipated they would create intense magnetic fields that could disrupt communications. I have checked with Director Boothe and her scientists support our conclusions and that is the solar storms will last for 18 to 20 turns.” Hunt picked up a thick folder and began to hand it to Santiago who bashed it to the ground in anger.

“That is unacceptable!” Santiago roared. “We can not be without communications with our bases or troops for that long.”

“Colonel, once again radio communications are not possible I can not make it more clear than that. All of the bases on Sparta are connected via buried cables. Blast Rifle Crag, Defiance Freehold and Fort Ticonderoga are connected via an undersea cable trunk line. However, the three new bases will have to communicate via messengers to bases that do have communication links. It’s the best we can do.” Hunt quickly fired back annoyed that she was getting blamed for an act of nature. She did not add that several times she had sent forward reports asking for more resources to increase the reliability and scope of the communication network. One of the ideas would be to eventually add a satellite system that could bounce laser signals back and forth; such a system would be immune to solar flares.

Santiago watched Hunt standing there at attention waiting for another storm of anger but it was not her fault.

“Major Hunt, I apologize. I know it’s not your fault and it’s not fair for me to take out my frustrations on you. Thank you for your efforts and whatever you can do to help please do so.” Santiago saluted Hunt and then turned and left the communications room. Lt. Colonel Mannsfield was standing outside of the communications room waiting for her.

“No luck Colonel?’ Mannsfield asked as she fell in step with her as they walked down the hall towards the command center.

“No, no luck. I suppose we should count our blessings for the things we did do. Fort Apache is up and running and we took a huge chunk of land away from Pravin Lal in doing so. We took away a fully developed farm and solar collection sector and more importantly the alien monolith. I did contact the commandant of Fort Ticonderoga and they did confirm that the 1st scout/rovers are in route to Fort Apache to give support. I am sure Pravin is livid over the land we claimed. He was the one who established the rules on how land would be claimed by colonies so I bet he is regretting that plan now. His capital must be experiencing some starvation due the farms he lost. He has over 70,000 people in his capital and having to feed all of them has to be a strain on his resources. He has pandered to the mob in the past so perhaps he might use our actions to start a war.”

“Colonel, is that why you ordered the transport HAULER to move northwards to investigate the area around their capital? I did find it strange that you yourself handled the operational orders for that deployment rather than Commander Stepovich and the naval operations group.” Mannsfield waited for Santiago to reply but she continued to walk in silence. That was clearly an indication that the subject was not to be discussed in the hallway. When they reached the command center Santiago turned on him and grabbed his arm.

“Mannsfield you do not need to concern yourself with what’s going with HAULER, is that clear?”

“Yes Colonel.”

Santiago spun around and quickly walked across the large command center to her office while Mannsfield continued to wonder what she was up to.

	27-09-2003 08:50									#32
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Morgan Industries, MY 2185

Morgan was pleased. Not only had the Spartans accepted the diplomatic offer, they had done so just before the solar flares had rendered all further communication impossible. That was just as well. Moreover, the infiltration of the Cyborgs had gone very well indeed. There had been no resistance, and their lands now were open for inspection. Considering the dynamism of the infiltration it was highly unlikely that they would find all the creepers. The result was a treasure trove of information, from military status to research.

And that last topic was of extreme interest. The second probe team had acquired a technology-of-opportunity: Adaptive Doctrine. Surely it was of no use now, but it may be in the future and the cadre of Morganite scientists were even now poring over the details. It also appeared the Cyborgs had other research that could be acquired, and it would be in due course. Unfortunately, the Cyborg foil had eliminated the transport, but that had been expected. It had served its purpose. It did remain to be seen if a defense against the foil’s possible predations could be found. Hopefully it would attract the attention of an isle of the deep and die a nasty death. But, it would not due to count on happenstance.

The Spartan data had come through: Secrets of the Human Brain, High Energy Chemistry, and Nonlinear Mathematics. This, added to the theft from the Cyborgs, meant that Morganite science had advanced more on one year than in more than a quarter century. This boon was likely to affect future research, but that was acceptable.

Other fronts were progressing well. The Morganite treasury had been tapped to finish two recycling tanks, which would boost overall production and allow those bases to concentrate their efforts elsewhere.

The key would be the next year when the next breakthrough was predicted. Morgan could hardly wait to see what advance came in!

*~*~*~*

Monolith site north of Fort Apache, Macedonia, SPARTA – 2186

The espionage teams had left the transport ship by way of small inflatable rafts during the night as the ship was anchored off of the coast. It took little over an hour for them to reach the beaches were they quickly landed and then destroyed the rafts and swept the sands clear of any signs of the landing. Once inland they unpack their gear and handed out the various packs and parcels to the teams. They would travel in small groups and then once the various teams reached Fort Apache they were to rendezvous at warehouse that had been built for their use. Once there they would wait for the go signal from command and make their way across the border into Peacekeeper territory.

Highguard Fortress, temple of the planet, Thrace, SPARTA – 2186

“What do you mean we can raise command?” Commandant Jones demanded.

“Commandant, our equipment is in perfect working order. However, from the type of static we are getting it looks and sounds like solar flare interference. If that is the case even the advanced communication at Sparta Command is useless. Until a messenger gets through we are on our own.” The communications chief replied. He had been trying for days to get the equipment to work and when he finished the assembly process all he heard was static. Even the video channel was snowy from interference. He had tried everything for weeks now but it was no good.

“So that’s it then. We are cut off from command.” Jones slowly turned and walked out of the small communications room into the main meeting area. Luckily for the Jones she had her own garrison and the 1st L.E.R.P. regiment for support. She slowly walked into her office and then shut the door. Santiago had told her she could handle this command and had hand picked her for the assignment but now she was not sure. She thought things could be worse but they were not. The base had ample sources of energy, minerals and nutrients that seemed to all around the temple area. Even areas that were covered in fungus if a monolith was there one could still pull ample amounts of resources. It was like a miracle even the scientists from the investigation teams could not explain it. Well, she hoped that her sister who was commanding the other colony pod to the south found ample sources of resources as well.

Three sectors due south of Highguard Fortress, Thrace, SPARTA-2186

“Commandant are you sure this is the spot?” Commandant Terri Jones turned to face Captain Tom Sanders, commander of the garrison unit.

“Yes captain, I am. Or I am as sure as I can be given that our communications are knocked out. I say we proceed with the plan as command laid out, we have no other choice.”

“Commandant, there are always choices.” Sanders fired back. He hated being out here and he hated the fact that from every indication they would have next to nothing to support the base.

“Captain, unless you plan a mutiny I suggest we continue on as planned, now get moving!”

Sanders glumly turned and kept marching but he was mad a hell about this whole thing.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2186

The pointy-headed scientists had finally come through!

Morgan held in his hands the design parameters for Industrial Automation, which was without a doubt the most important economic breakthrough since Industrial Economics. While Industrial Economics gave a society the preparation to switch to a more efficient and lucrative Free Market economy, the wonders of Industrial Automation allowed something just as great, and near and dear to Morgan’s heart: WEALTH!

Morgan’s breath caught just thinking about it. Within this one breakthrough was, perhaps, one of the keys to success on Chiron. This one technology, when implemented, would improve Morganite economy by 33 percent, and industrial capacity by 10 percent. That was nothing but amazing. There would be some significant restructuring fees, to the tune of 40 megacredits, but it was worth every joule.

The long-term implications were staggering. Besides the obvious production advantages it provided something more – energy! Now each base would produce more energy, and that was the key to prosperity.

At first the scientists were dismayed that the breakthrough time had doubled after the discovery of Industrial Automation. But implementing a Wealth-based economy would cut that by half. Moreover, the extra energy provided to the treasury was significant, and to the tune of a 30 percent increase. Yes, a switch would pay for itself in mere years, if that!

And, as if these were not enough, there was more. Within this key technology was the ability to form units that would more efficiently gather resources, and then take them to any given respective city. After these supply crawlers were created they would provide a never-ending supply of resources, and this was a key. Previously production was tied to population, but no more. Now it was tied to created objects! The importance of this can now be overstated.

Reviewing base production ques Morgan noted that a few had either finished or would be finishing soon recycling tanks or network nodes. Now they would get new orders: create supply crawlers. And, this would not be a ‘suggestion’ from the Board, but a direct order. Morgan had no doubt that any sane base manager would understand the importance, but it was possible that a few would not be as studious as might otherwise be desired. This directive would ensure there were no errors; that was key.

Now, what to have the scientists focus on next? That was difficult. Nwabudike put in a request to have this put on the next Board meeting agenda; it would likely result in a furious and lively debate. Morgan looked forward to that.

*~*~*~*

Fort Apache, warehouse complex north side of city, SPARTA-2187

“Team leaders this will be the final meeting as a group because starting this afternoon teams #1 will leave followed by the rest of you in staggered in intervals. Unfortunately I still do not have any precise information as to the composition of garrison units stationed at the Peacekeeper capital. The solar flares make it impossible to send a clear signal so what we hope to do is send in the 1st scout/rovers to investigate and then they will pull back. On their way back they will rendezvous with your teams at these coordinates. Memorize them.” The infiltration team leader tapped a display screen next to him with a pointer. “Do not be late to the rendezvous point or you will not get the data. Well, before each team leaves I will meet them and cover any last minute details. Good luck to you all.” The group of forty-two men and women stood up and began to move to their respective areas in the warehouse to make last minute equipment checks. The team leader watched his people sort their equipment and make last minute adjustments. What worried him was the fact that they would most likely have to go right back to the Peacekeeper capital after this mission. Command had decided that the Peacekeepers could not be allowed to complete their newest secret project, the civilian defense force. The project would give each base the ability to quickly build a perimeter defensive wall and other improvements. Add this to their advanced command and control facilities and the Peacekeepers would rival the Spartans in military strength. It was crucial to the survival of the Spartan nation to have that technology. Hero’s Waypoint was only 6 turns away from completing the merchant exchange project but the resources could be switched quickly if they had access to the citizens defense force. So as soon as the teams left he had been ordered to begin planning the next infiltration attempt.


SFS WARRIOR 18 sectors north of Sparta Command, open seas, SPARTA-2187

“Captain radar has a contact bearing 270 relative. It’s a slow moving large contact. War-comp indicates the contact matches a transport vessel. Should we close to investigate?” The bridge officer turned and waited for a response. Captain Jorgenson had not been able to make any repairs yet to his ship since the last encounter with a sea worm. The crew had suffered only a single causality but the damage to the ship had been severe.

“Lay in an intercept course, best speed possible.” Jorgenson leaned forward and began to review the radar data that was now being fed to his station. Yes, it was a transport and from the days the shadowed the University transport he was sure as anything it was the same configuration. If he could follow the transport back to University territory he might be able to find a safe harbor there and make repairs without threat of attack by the sea worms.

“Once we close with the transport I want you to shadow them until and see where they are going, clear?”

“Aye sir.”

Jorgenson watched the duty officer log in the new orders into the computer and order the new course corrections. Without radio communications they would not be able to signal the transport of their intentions so he was worried they might do something dangerous if they closed in to hail them by voice. No, it would be much better to shadow them and see where they were going.

Office of Col. Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA – 2187


“Colonel you still have not made a decision as to when you plan on ordering the transition to a market economy. Can I ask why?” Boothe had asked for a private meeting today so she could find out why her proposal had not been acted upon. However, when she arrived at the colonel’s office Captain Somersby was already there. Santiago had asked for him to “set-in” on the meeting.

“Director Boothe the answer is simple and easy to understand, civil unrest. Even with the additional restrictions I would impose on the civilians there would be still too much unrest. Once we complete the network nodes and the holo-theaters then we can re-look at the situation. An effective fighting force is only as good as the support behind it. If the civilians will not cooperate then I am left with few options. However, Captain Somersby is working on a new police force training program that might help our soldiers become more efficient in fighting crime and keeping the peace.” Santiago handed Boothe a single sheet of paper detailing the training program.

“As you can see Director,” Somersby leaned over and pointed at one of the special training areas on the sheet. “That graft and corruption are the main reasons now why our current economic plan is not working as we had hoped. Many civilians are taking advantage of the many bureaucratic loopholes in the system to advance their own concerns.” Somersby looked up at Boothe, his eyes caught hers and she knew that he knew about all of her “gifts”. She was caught.

“So you see Director, in time we might make the change but not now. Is that clear.” Santiago watched as Boothe slowly stood up and nodded.

“Thank you Colonel.”

*~*~*~*

South of Morgan Construction, MY 2187

“So, what do you think is out there?” Private Lanny Westfield asked as he pointed to the ‘great unknown’ at the southern part of the Morganite continent.

“Who knows,” Private Wipf said. “And who cares.”

Lanny shrugged that off. “I’m going to ask the lieutenant. She’ll agree with me. We have to know!”

Wifp didn’t even bother to shrug.

Within minutes Lanny returned and he had a huge smile on his face. “Looks like we’re going! Get your stuff.”

Wifp groaned. Moving meant moving, and moving meant work. He hated that.

*~*~*~*

“I can’t believe my baby is so far away! Bring them home. They could get killed out there!!” Mrs. Westfield yelled at the seated base manager.

“You can’t be serious. There is no point to being in the fungus. That’s where the worms are! I’ve seen the tri-V vids, and I know what happens to humans in fungus! I will not have my son have his eyes eaten out, and his brain infested with worms. Bring them home now!”

There was a general murmur of agreement, and a hiccupping sob from Mrs. Westfield.

Manager Morrison had had enough. It was certainly not worth the pain and agony to have the forward armored scout go so far from Morganite territory. “I understand your concern, and I will place a request to the military command to have the garrison move back into Morganite territory. In fact, I will do this as soon as soon as I can have some peace and quiet.’

He left it unsaid that peace and quiet was impossible with a crowd of irate parents and anti-war activists. After he was done he examined some faces and was gratified to see that most had calmed down a little, and those in the back were leaving. The most resolute were the Westfields.

“Is there anything else?” Morrison asked.

“Yes, there is,” Mr. Westfield stated. “Our water tastes funny, and I think it needs to be tested immediately. If it is contaminated I’ll call my lawyer.”

This was Morrison’s territory: placating minor citizen concerns. “I’ll send a team over within the next few days. Please as them for the credentials, and feel free to observe if you wish.”

The Westfields nodded, and then they left.

As soon as they were gone Morrison got to work. First, he composed a vid for the local military command, explaining the situation. He was sure the scout would be recalled to friendly territory. Then he looked into the water issue.

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SFS WARRIOR, 32 sectors north of Sparta Command, SPARTA – 2188

“Captain, I am sorry, we lost them.” The XO reported while giving an info pad to Jorgenson for his review. Sometime during the night the University transport simply out paced them due to the ships damage.

“No problem, XO. Look at least we found land. We will anchor here and make repairs. It is amazing to find a monsoon jungle here of all places. Its just like the Amazon back on earth. At least we will have plenty of food to help tide us over till repairs are made.” Jorgenson swung out of his seat and walked out to the observation deck to watch the coast. It was gorgeous to say the least. White beaches of sand and jungle like vegetation. The crew had already been allowed to take day trips to the beach to relax under the security of an armed patrol. Once communications were restored he would inform command and have them send a colony pod here fast. With the rich resources of this land the Spartan people would expand even more.

“Sir, perhaps you should go aboard?” His XO had been trying to get him to relax but there was just too much to do.

“Sorry number one. Not now. Once repairs are done I will take a stroll, I assure you!”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2188

Morgan took particular relish in allocating 70 megacredits to complete the last two recycling tanks. With those complete the first tier of infrastructure was complete, and all the 12 Morganite bases were productive. It was heartening to know that in a short while these same bases would be cranking out supply crawlers, and at two per base that would be 24 remotely units remotely harvesting resources! Of course, that would be a while before that lofty situation came to pass, but it wouldn’t be too long. After all, resources beget resources – that was a truism.

There were some things on the back burner, such as a new transport to exact punishment on Aki for her unjust war. It would not be a hot war, oh no, but it would be an expensive one. For Aki the Cyborg, that is. The base would have to construct a new transport, but this time it would have to wait for at least one crawler to be completed. When it was ready there would be plenty of spies, and they would happily load up. Another interesting note is that the Cyborg impact foil that had caused so much worry had simply disappeared. It was unclear whether an isle got it, or if it was scrapped. Regardless, the Cyborgs were busy building a new foil. A Morganite foil would be done long before then, but its lack of training might be an issue. Hopefully a sensor and base advantage would be good enough. It was clear that it would not be venturing out into the fungus any time soon.

A minor note is that the garrison that inadvertently went outside Morganite territory and caused so much consternation at distribution was now back in friendly territory. The drones had calmed down, and everything was back to normal. This little incident highlighted the importance of establishing a footprint in these areas soon. In fact, a new colony pod would be at its new home in two years. The territory was complete with a sensor and a nutrient special, and a river with a brand new forest. What could be better?

That question was easy to answer: more money, industry, and bases, of course. The CEO promised that one day he would have it all, or have so much he wouldn’t care about the rest.

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2188

Corazon looked up from the report she was reading when the door buzzer alerted her that someone wanted to see here. She reached over and stabbed the intercom button.

“Who is it?”

“Colonel, Captain Somersby wants to see you he says its important.” Her bodyguard promptly reported.

“Let him in.”

The doors to her office opened and Somersby walked in holding a briefing book in his hand. One of the bodyguards watched him enter and then waited for instructions.

“Close the door, no one is to disturb us, no one!” The guard quickly pulled the door shut.

Somersby walked up to Santiago’s desk and stood at attention saluting which she promptly returned.

“Sit.”

“Thank you Colonel. The mission was a success. My team of computer experts has been able to examine all of the data and information stored in the Peacekeeper data banks and I have prepared this report. All of the team members returned unharmed and the Peacekeepers as far as we know have no idea of what we did. As new information comes in I will send you a report or if you wish I can get you the raw data. As you instructed all of this information is for your eyes only and not to be distributed to the other command staff elements.” Somersby put the report on Santiago’s desk. Corazon pulled it to her and opened it up.

The report was broken down into various categories but the first one she wanted to see was military strength what she found astounded her. The Peacekeepers had only a small handful of troops and none of them were equipped with nothing more then assault rifles and one rover had a laser cannon. None of the troops had armor of any type. What was amazing was the fact that of the seven cities the Peacekeepers had three of them had no military garrisons at all! The Peacekeepers had three counter espionage teams but that was it. The Peacekeeper capital was protected by a single laser armed rover and that was it. What did concern her was the fact that the Peacekeepers were only eleven turns away from completing the citizens defense force project. If they did complete it along with their advanced command and control system they could become very powerful enemies. If Sparta could steal the technology from the Peacekeepers they could complete the project before the Peacekeepers since they were only six turns away from completing the merchant exchange project. Santiago continued to read the report further as she delved deeper into the inner workings of the Peacekeepers. The research rates were about the same but the Peacekeepers had more energy to commit to production and research and as such they were averaging a breakthrough every 10 to 12 turns. What was really important was the lack of any organized military. Pravin Lal had always been a fool when it came to military matters and now he would pay the price.

“What are your thoughts concerning this information?” Santiago asked as she glanced up from the report.

“Colonel, I would attack.” Somersby replied quickly.

“Explain in more detail, why would you attack?”

“Colonel we could quickly upgrade our forces at Fort Ticonderoga within a few turns and build another infantry regiment as well. We stage them on the border and then quickly cross over and smash that lone defender to bits and claim their capital. As I see it we have no choice because if you read all of the report you can quickly see that the Peacekeeper nation is a sleeping giant. We need to strike now within the next decade before they have the chance to use their greater production power against us. What good does it do us if we have the best soldiers in the world when they will overwhelm us with numbers? If we strike and capture their capital we will force them on the defensive and then we can move against the other cities. We need to do it now.” Somersby finished and waited for Santiago to reply.

Corazon could not agree more but the issue was troops. She had ordered the transport to move northwards to scout along the Peacekeeper coast and now it would have to hurry back to act as a ferry to move troops across from Sparta to Macedonia to support the attack. That would be at least four turns to get the transport into position. Also, she would have to order the production stopped and switched at several bases to meet the new troop requirements needed for the attack and then holding the bases. She debated for several seconds with herself the pros and the cons but then she remembered the old saying, “he who hesitates is lost”. They Spartans would attack, they had to, there was no other choice but the attack had to succeed on the first assault that was clear. She could commit the alien battle robot to the attack that would insure their victory. However, the transport had to get back fast. All energy reserves had to be committed for this upcoming battle because even if they did capture the city they would have to hold it against repeated counter attacks and then launch their own counter-offensive. This was the moment Sparta had been created for. All of her work and her blood had gone into this moment of decision. The strong must become stronger. Once she had the Peacekeepers under her control she could consolidate her position as the strongest power on Chiron. What was even better with the solar storms in effect the Peacekeepers could not contact any of the other factions for military assistance, which was just another reason to attack now. She looked at Somersby her eyes a blaze with energy.

“I agree Somersby, we will attack. I will hold a war council session this afternoon to plan the attack and make the changes and orders needed to accomplish it. Any changes in troop deployments or in military production by the Peacekeepers and you will alert me at once. On the eve of the attack I might have your team launch another espionage mission to steal the citizen defense force technology. This way we are assured that one way or another we will complete it before them. Also, is it possible to sabotage their defensive wall before the attack?”

“Yes Colonel, they can do that.”

“Excellent. Okay first they will steal the technology a few turns before the attack and then launch the sabotage mission on the eve of the attack. If I am correct you have a plan in place that we could use to frame another faction for the theft of the project files?”

“You are correct again Colonel.” Somersby replied quickly.

“Excellent, we do not want to tip our hand as to our true intentions to soon. With their defensive systems off-line it would be all the easier for our troops to wipe out the garrison and claim the city as ours. Put a plan together as soon as possible as to how you would coordinate these attacks by your espionage teams and have it to me by tomorrow.” Corazon stood up and walked around the table and shook Somersby’s hand after he stood up.

“Excellent work, excellent. Now, you and I both need to get to work.”

Command center, Sparta Command, SPARTA – 2188

In the command center the entire senior council had been assembled as quickly as possible. Santiago stood up and picked up a pointer and slammed the tip down on the Peacekeeper capital displayed on the map.

“We are attacking the Peacekeeper capital in five turns.” She quickly looked up to gauge the reactions of the staff. Mannsfield was a blank slate, as always, he did not blink an eye. Major Stewart on the other hand looked like he had just been shot; his face was contorted and red. The others had various looks of surprise and dismay.

“Colonel, if I might ask, why?” Commander Stepovich was the first to ask.

“Simple, they are weak. I have reliable information that the Peacekeepers have practically no army to speak of. In fact, their capital has only a single loan unarmored rover regiment to protect it. If we strike quickly enough we can scoop up several cities before the Peacekeepers can even begin to react. In addition to their military strength I have good information that the Peacekeepers have only seven cities. Once we take two or three of them we would essentially cut them off at the knees. We then regroup and prepare for their feeble counter attack and then we go back on the offensive to scoop up the remaining bases.” Santiago quickly replied as she keyed in a program on the map table that showed the route of the attack and the forces used.

“Colonel, in order to get our troops ready we will have to use up all of energy reserves, is that wise?” Director Boothe asked hesitantly.

“Yes, it is wise. Once we gain the resources and population of even a few Peacekeeper cities will be able to build anything we want.” Santiago quickly fired back.

“Colonel I think this a bold plan but perhaps you could show us in more detail the intelligence that you have.” Mannsfield turned to Santiago, his eyes locked with hers.

“I will have a separate meeting later today with you lt. Colonel and Major Hudson, Major Gregovich and Commander Stepovich. At this time the how I got the information is very sensitive and for those who need to know only. After the meeting Major Hudson and Lt. Colonel Mannsfield will begin drawing up the war plan for my approval. Everyone here is to give both of these soldiers their full support, is that clear!”

“YES COLONEL!” Everyone replied quickly.

“Excellent, let’s get this done!

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Morgan Industries, MY 2189

“We need to find a path forward,” Morgan stated. “In five years we will be finishing the first set of supply crawlers, which will significantly boost mineral production. Some of these bases will produce more crawlers, but others will have to have to complete new infrastructure.”

“I recommend at least two bases produce colony pods. By the time the first wave of crawlers are complete the terraforming to our south will be well along, and will likely have at least two more base locations done,” Director Slike said.

Morgan nodded. “Agreed. Rothchild, please ensure that enters the record. Any other ideas?”

“Yes,” Director Smithe said. “We need to continue our actions against the Cyborgs, so Morgan Transport needs to complete a new transport and then drain the Cyborgs dry. If we’re lucky they’ll have another breakthrough or two. That will benefit us greatly.”

“Agreed,” Morgan said. “Any dissent?”

There were lots of heads shaking, and no objection.

“What about our special project, the Merchant Exchange?” Morgan asked.

“I am not sure we need to hurry that along. I’ve looked over the statistics, and I’m not impressed. Continuing to stockpile resources is a good idea, however,” Director Slike said.

“Any other critical infrastructure?” Morgan asked.

“I think we need to invest in children crèches,” Lathke said. “The efficiency bonus would be a boon, particularly in remote bases. This would also provide significant growth bonuses. Moreover, the increased industrial production facilitated by crawlers will make this a fairly short task. It might be a while before we can do this, though.”

More nods.

“A few bases may need holo theatres, but not many. Most are perfectly stable,” Smithe said. “I believe that Antimatter will finish its holo theatre soon, and that it has a supply crawler planned after that.” She looked over to Rothchild for confirmation, who nodded.

“Rothchild, formalize these recommendations in the minutes and then send it to the board members for approval,” Morgan said.

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Sparta Command, office of Capt. Somersby, SPARTA-2190

Somersby could not believe his eyes; surely this could not be true. The Peacekeepers had abandoned their entire research program for some reason and used the cumulative assets left over to build a scout infantry regiment. This had to be the most colossal waste of resources he had every seen. But another defender was better than none at all. Also, the citizens of UN Headquarters were near full riot over the lack of food and resources, perhaps Pravin needed more police. Santiago had authorized another intrusion into the Peacekeeper base and all they had come back this time is some worthless files on improving sea fungus production. Worthless. They would have to go back again but that did not matter. The fact that Pravin had dumped his research program was indication enough that he now anticipated the Spartan attack and was trying to stop it as best he could. Fool, it was too late. He had declared vendetta for all the good it would do him. Fort Apache had completed the upgrades on the 1st attack rovers, as they were called now. Synth-armor and laser weapons more than a match for lone scout rover at the base. Santiago had been true to her word. There were now four heavy attack rover regiments being built with full impact weapons and plasma armor. She had also authorized the production of another pulse-armor protected impact foil to destroy the few transports the Peacekeepers had. One of the transports had been detected carrying an espionage team moving south to Sparta. It would soon be destroyed as well. It seemed that as the data flowed in from the Peacekeepers they were trying to build several more scouts to help keep order rather than defend their lands. Somersby stood up and gathered his data. Off to see Santiago and give her another report.

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Morgan Energy Monopoly, MY 2190

Morgan was basking in the afterglow. The dedication of the 13th Morganite base Morgan Energy Monopoly had gone well. The inexorable expansion of the Morganites now extended well south into the partially unexplored lands, and they were rich. This base boasted a nutrient special, which massively boosted growth, and a nearby river. Terrain had long since been improved, and the base had been constructed on a sensor to ensure that it had an intrinsic defense. Nearby was a river, which was already forested. The formers who had prepared this site had already moved southeast to remove the rocky outcrop on yet another nutrient special, which was also on a river. That would be an even better spot for a base than this one!

This area was almost too good to be true. There was room for at least 10 more bases, if that amount of expansion was economic, and Morgan suspected that the laws of diminishing returns would start to kick in before too many more were constructed. But, the lucrative locations would have to be utilized, and hang the cost. These were excellent bases that gave an immediate return on the investment.

Morgan raised his glass in another toast. This one was for the first foil in the Morganite fleet: MS Bounty. It was a modest thing, but it was a start, and it would provide protection against Cyborg attack. The Cyborg lands were all too close. One day something definitive would have to be done about that.

For now Nwabudike was content to savor the moment.

*~*~*~*

War journal of Col. Santiago year 1, SPARTA – 2191

This journal is to record my thoughts and observations on the war with the Peacekeepers for future generations to learn from.

Year one of the war, 2191

The first year of the war opened up with some very interesting moves on both sides. We have completed our war production plans and the plants are now building heavy assault rovers and weapons. Sparta Command has nearly completed the construction of a new attack class foil that has pulse-plasma armor and high-energy dual impact cannons with trance protection shielding. Once the ship is launched it will scour the seas of Peacekeeper ships and transports. We did loose the SFS HAULER this turn due to an attack by Peacekeeper foil. The HAULER was destroyed but the crew fought bravely and drove their transport into the Peacekeeper foil causing considerable damage. I have awarded all of the crew our highest awards for bravery for their actions, posthumously. Our land campaign is still in the early stages since we are still collecting our forces to begin the drive. We have destroyed several espionage teams as they tried to penetrate our territory but in turn the Peacekeepers have done the same to us. We sent our espionage team into the Peacekeeper capital again but they were caught this time and executed by the Peacekeepers. I have used the Peacekeeper actions to create some very effective propaganda but if I had caught Peacekeeper saboteurs in our capital I would have done the same.

I am still confident of our ultimate victory since Pravin Lal is an idiot but I think it will be at least a decade before I can bring sufficient power to bear to strip his capital from him. We have many advantages that aid our cause the chief among them is the fact that the Peacekeeper capital is right on our border with no supporting cities near by. We can continue to hammer it while he has to funnel reinforcements along a coastal road. The mountains to the east make any military deployments very difficult. While we on the other hand have a road connecting Fort Apache and Fort Ticonderoga. My chief concern is still the fact that our bases on Macedonia have to be supplied by transport across the narrow channel between Sparta and Macedonia. We also need to concentrate on more probe teams to help defend our bases and steal more technology from the Peacekeepers.
Our greatest advantage, aside from our noble soldiers, is the fact that we have full access to the Peacekeeper data banks so nothing they build or do is hidden from us. While they are as blind as a bat where we are concerned. As long as we have this advantage I think victory is a forgone conclusion.

Our goals for now are simple and straightforward. Build more combat troops and when we have an effective field force take the Peacekeeper capital and all of the resources and the special command and control center they have there. Once we have that victory is ours.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2191

“Here is the simulation you asked for,” Rothchild said as he handed Morgan his datapad, which Morgan took and examined in silence for a few minutes.

“What is your analysis?” Morgan asked as he pored through the metaanalysis.

“Switching to a democratic political government has many advantages,” he started. “Overall the democratic political system is very efficient. It enhances growth, and it would allow some of our size 2 bases to grow to size three in fairly short order, and the difficult jump from 3 to 4 would be attainable in a much shorter time, too. Another significant benefit is the boost in overall efficiency. This means that our bases lose less energy to waste, which is a particular problem for cities that are further from the supervision of Morgan industries. In essence, distance breeds energy loss. This efficiency also reduces the bureaucratic overhead, which results in more effective application of governmental resources. The bottom line here is happier citizens, which is critical at our size 2 bases that don’t have a recreation commons yet, and our size 4 bases that are experiencing the joys of bureaucratic inefficiency and have to devote resources to keeping the unwashed masses happy.”

Rothchild leaned over to point out a few key elements of the analysis, which Morgan then examined. Rothchild continued, “Overall, our energy reserves would grow by 16 percent and our research by about 7 percent.”

“And the downside?” Morgan asked. He knew the answer, but wanted to hear another version.

“Each base will have less industrial resources to support its troops and support units. This will mean that each base will have from 12 to 20 percent of its industrial capacity tied up in direct support costs,” he said.

“It seems to me that is significant, and that the industrial loss is greater than the gain,” Morgan commented.

“Likely true,” Rothchild admitted. “But, that will not be true when the second wave of supply crawlers starts gather resources. Right now four crawlers have been completed, although one was allocated to complete the plasma steel prototype. In the next few years the rest of the bases will finish their first, and within six years all will have at least one and possibly two crawlers. This will double the industrial potential of most bases. Then the penalties of a democratic government will seem trivial by comparison to its advantages.”

“My conclusion exactly,” Morgan said as he put down the datapad. Holos continued to cycle, showing 4-D graphs and multi layered displays, many of which blinked into existence and then, seeing that they weren’t being examined, disappeared just as quickly. “It is not the time to execute a democratic government. Yet. But, within five years there will be no reason not to move in that direction.”

The CEO pushed the datapad back toward Rothchild. “Package this for the Board, and get their feedback. Some of them actually have original thoughts, or points of view that contribute to the decision making process. Get their opinions and prepare for a Board of Directors meeting in two days. Will that work?”

Rothchild picked up his datapad and tapped a few time, calling up a virtual calendar. “Yes, it will. Next Tuesday, at 10:00 am. Acceptable?”

“Fine. See you then. Now, show in the manager from Monopoly. She has a grievance that has made it to me so it must be important.” Morgan sighed. He knew it wasn’t, but to become detached from day to day drudgery was a dangerous path – one he would not follow.

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Santiago, SPARTA – 2192

War journal entry, year 2 of the war, SPARTA 2192

We continued our war preparations by taking another look at our war production capacity. It was clear to me that we would need more heavy attack rovers and three more units were put into the production queue. This would bring our attack force to four heavy assault rovers and two medium assault rovers along with several infantry units. The entire army should be complete in less than eight turns.

Pravin continues to build up his military but at a much smaller pace. He is building basic scout units that would stand no chance against a one on one battle with our heavy rovers. I am still amazed at his stupidity. With the small number of bases he has he lacks the industrial capacity facilities to create a larger force. I suspect that even building the few military units he has done is a great strain on his support capacity.

I have also made preparations with Captain Somersby to add more espionage teams to our attack force. They should prove very useful when the time is right. However, I must not let other goals or events to distract me from our primary goal, the capture of Pravin Lal’s headquarters. I have decided that we will build no further colony pods to expand but rather due it through conquest. Director Boothe has convinced me that we should still try to continue a modest expansion program in Thrace due to the fact that the continent is uninhabited and the resources there should be developed. I have placed her in charge of this program with the goal of expanding our four holdings into eight within the next twenty turns.

Lastly, I have decided that recalling WARRIOR would take far too long since she is so far north. It will be better to use her to continue her exploration efforts and hunting sea worms.

This completes my journal entry.

Morgan Transport, MY 2192

"I just hope we have better luck than our predecessor," First Officer MacGier said.

First Mate Wallans didn't say anything. He didn't have to. Everyone knew that the first transport went down with all hands just out of Cyborg territory. Yes, they had successfully delivered their 'cargo' of espionage teams, but it had been a one-way trip. It was also well known that roving Cyborg foils were not the only threat out there. Isles of the deep were a constant threat, and although the foil's armor might help a little they were likely to lose. Or if they won they would be critically wounded. It was too bad that the CEO decided that trance training was not 'cost effective'. That would have given them a fighting chance.

"Say, where are the probe teams? They were hear a while ago."

Wallans didn't look up. "They're in the forest southwest of Transport."

"Why the h*ll are they there?! They need to be in the city to load up! We'll be ready to go soon!"

Wallans shrugged.

"Does the captain know?" he asked.

"I suppose," Wallans said. "You're the First Officer. Go ask."

MacGier paused. Then he turned and left.

The First Mate never ceased to be amazed at how dense officers could be.

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Santiago, SPARTA – 2193


War journal entry –year 3, SPARTA 2193

The Peacekeepers made a crude attack on our outpost, Fort Apache. Our veteran medium attack rover regiment that was assigned there easily dispatched the laser equipped/synth-armored infantry regiment. I wonder why he wasted so many good men for nothing. I ordered the rover regiment to use the alien monolith technology to regenerate and then return to base. They had only suffered light damage but it was still better to get them back to 100%.

Our sensors detected a Peacekeeper transport sailing past Bunker 118 and it had an espionage team loaded on it. The SFS WARSPITE is complete and it will now leave dock and cruise at maximum speed to intercept and destroy the transport. I have issued orders to execute any espionage teams that Pravin lands.
Our war production is on track and we should be able to field our assault force within eight turns. It seems clear now that our attempts to capture the technology for the citizen’s defense force have failed. I blame myself for this, no one else. My plans were hasty and crude. I should have attempted several espionage attacks at multiple Peacekeeper bases.

For now Pravin still is not moving quickly to build any major infantry or heavy rover attack regiments so it now is just a matter of time.

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Middle Sea south of Morgan Transport, MY 2193

“We have a chance, but not much of one,” Captain Colsted said. “Industries just squirted me that our target Cyborg base just completed an impact foil. Don’t tell me how they did it so soon, or how they converted their production so quickly. All we know is that it is complete and on an intercept course.”

“What are our orders?” First Officer Shane McGier asked.

“To continue to our target,” the captain said. “We will have to bank on our plasma armor, and the fungus we hope to hid in. There is a small chance they won’t see us there, but I wouldn’t count on it. I hear reports that the fungus will give us a significant bonus, miring the foil before it can get to us.”

“What if we can’t enter the fungus? What happens then?” the senior purser asked.

“Then we’ll have to trust to luck. We have to get our probe teams into position, and they should be able to penetrate and, with a little luck, procure either data or energy. The decision has been left in their hands.”

“We don’t seem to have much luck with our sea efforts, have we sir,” the first officer said.

“No we don’t. But, we take what we are given. Gong back to base wouldn’t do much good since we’d just be destroyed in port. It’s better that we do what we can, and hope for a little luck.”

The crew nodded and got ready for the mad dash for the fungus. It was not lost on them that they were trusting their fates to a life form inimical to humans. Poetic justice? Hardly.

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Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, SPARTA – 2194

War journal of Col. Santiago, YEAR four of the war with the Peacekeepers,
SPARTA 2194

Another “uneventful” year in our war against the Peacekeepers. There were no attacks our counter-attacks. Our production goes well and more units are coming on line each year. We will have another transport done by next year and the SFS WARSPITE will make contact next turn with the Peacekeeper transport with orders to sink it. Pravin’s planning seems to be our greatest ally in this war. He still is woefully behind in production and when we complete our forces we will be able to roll over him like water over a rock.

However, with that being said we are dreadfully behind in the training and equipping of counter-espionage units and as such we are vulnerable to his attacks. We need to keep the war on our terms but Pravin seems to want to make it war of espionage. This will not happen.

Our colonies in Thrace our expanding and the 1st L.E.R.P team have found three more very hospitable sites for future expansion. I almost hope though they find more worms because we need energy now more than every. Even the infusion of 30 energy credits would go along way to completing several military units.

Once the war is over we can consolidate our gains and rebuild the shattered Peacekeeper cities but for now we need to concentrate at the task at hand. Destroying the Peacekeepers.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2194

Morgan was both pleased and disappointed. Alpha Team had procured the files for polymorphic software from the Cyborgs, and that would allow building artillery, which would be most useful when defending against Cyborg sea attack. The second team had tried to penetrate the same city and had decided the risks. After the first attack the citizens were on their guard, and Beta Team knew this. However, they decided to make the attempt, and that was the last that anyone heard from them.

The second major disappointment was that the Cyborg foil had barely destroyed the plasma foil. Dutiful to the last, the crew had squirted the results of the mêlée and then there had been silence. This was the second transport constructed and lost at sea, which is a terrific investment in resources. Was it worth it? Probably yes since two technologies had been acquired, and the Cyborg datalinks had been penetrated. But, when one considers two foils and a probe team the price in material was steep. The next question – construct a new transport, and a few more probe teams?

Not yet. The second wave of supply crawlers was about to come out. There were already eight working the land, and nine more in production. Morgan Mines boasted an impressive 14 production now, and Industries wasn’t far behind with 12. And, this was after support costs! In short order constructing a transport or probe team would be a trivial thing at almost any Morgan base. Then the Cyborgs would pay!

It was also clear that a switch to a democratic government was gaining strength. The company Morgan Information had been hired to begin laying the groundwork among the populous for the last two years and, it was clear, they had been successful. The Morganite democracy would not be the chaotic free for all that was so common on lost Earth. There would be no complete election. By law, Morgan would retain his position of Chair of the Board, and the elections would affect a parliament to guide some policy and local Managers would be elected. It had been determined that this brand of democracy would have the same efficiencies as other models, and that was a good thing.

The treasury was swelling too. With all the supply crawlers in production there was noting else to spend on, except for the Merchant Exchange project. After looking over the stats Morgan was not convinced. Another possibility was the Planetary Transit System, which would offer stability for small bases and incredible early growth. Tempting. But, accumulating resources was not a bad investment either. That seemed to be the prudent course.

*~*~*~*

Office of Col. Corazon Santiago, SPARA – 2195

War journal entry, fifth year of the war with the Peacekeepers, SPARTA 2195

This year marks a low point in Spartan history. Late last night we lost all communications with Fort Apache. We can find no explanation as to the reason for the fall other than treachery. There were no espionage teams nearby yet the base is out of our control. We also lost the 1st medium assault rovers and the garrison unit that was stationed there. They are no where to be found which only heightens the mystery. I have ordered that increased emphasis on military production must commence at once in order to reclaim our lost city. Pravin Lal will pay for this ultimate indignation! The final outcome is ordained, we Spartans are the superior race, the superior soldiers the superior planners.

Some of our military units will reach Macedonia soon to start re-claiming what is ours. I have ordered that no mercy showed by shown to any Peacekeeper soldier. Let their deaths pave the road to our ultimate victory.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2195

Morgan couldn’t resist. He had to spend some cash, and there were only a few things to reasonably spend it on. First, there was a small base that was struggling to get its first supply crawler done. Most bases were starting or finishing their second crawler, and one base was finishing its fourth. So, since they were half done, Morgan authorized their request for an infusion of energy.

Done!

Next, Morgan Monopoly had two problems. First, it was growing too fast since it was on a nutrient lode. Soon it would be at size three and it was certain that, even with the stabilizing benefits of the Human Genome Project, that the base would start to riot. Second, they were working on a colony pod. So, to solve two problems at once Morgan allocated some energy to finish the colony pod. Now the base could start a supply crawler while the colony moved into position to take advantage of yet another nutrient lode a mere three sectors away. The road should be long done by then, and that base would be immediately productive. It was good thing to have too much growth!

The Board of Directors had recently resolved another troublesome issue. Core bases were either starting or would quickly finish children’s crèches. This would boost efficiency and growth, which was always a good thing. Now, with bases producing at least 12 industrial equivalents each, a crèche was not such a large undertaking anymore. Moreover, an infusion of energy could finish a project a bit early, if that made sense.

The other pressing issue had been decided, too: Morganite society would switch to a democratic government in two years. By then almost all bases would have their industrial power augmented by crawlers and the industrial inefficiency would be negligible.

Morgan signed the last energy transfer authorization and sent it on its way. Then he sat back and smiled.

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA – 2196


War journal entry of Colonel Santiago, year six of the war with the Peacekeepers, Sparta – 2196

The war has taken a turn for the worse, once again. Captain Somersby has informed me that several Peacekeeper espionage teams are poised to make an assault on Fort Ticonderoga. If this occurs we will loose our last toehold on Macedonia, a terrible blow to the Spartan war effort and our people. I have learned a great deal of the treachery of Pravin Lal and I intend to repay in ten fold for the indignity he has visited upon us. I ordered a probe team to be completed at Fort Ticonderoga but it might be too late to help. I have several other probe teams under construction. I have decided that we need build up our resources and stage them for the big counter-attack we intend to launch. There is a sector of fungus that should provide cover for our armies and counter-espionage teams as they build up for the attack. I have yet to decide if we need to strip some garrison units for the attack as well. Suffice it to say it will be ten long turns before we can begin our next assault and from the report I am getting from Somersby the Peacekeeper giant might be awake at last. It will be a tough struggle one that I am committed to winning at all costs but we need to win it or face the destruction of the Spartan nation.

I was worried that last turn we lost contact with the Peacekeeper transport, the captain of the WARSPITE guessed incorrectly that the transport went north when now it looks clear it went south. I have ordered the WARSPITE to change course and intercept the transport.
If there is any “silver” lining to these war years it can be found in Thrace. Our Thracian colonies are expanding and will be able to provide a secure source of energy and eventually soldiers to the conflict ahead.

I close this years journal summary knowing that I failed to anticipate and properly prepare for this war. I should have consulted more with my senior staff to the pros and cons of this war. If we had waited just another four or five turns the outcome at this point would be vastly different.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2197

Rothchild entered the conference room with a large contingent of scientists, headed by Dr. Lynn Brant, who had taken over as head researcher after the sudden resignation of his predecessor due to the “Progenitor Psych” fiasco. Morgan and the rest of the Board were in attendance, as they always were when the latest fruits of Morganite research were announced.

The scientists wasted no time since they knew the Board’s time was valuable. They set up their few hard visual displays and then activated a few data crystals they had brought with them. Rothchild took his chair near the side of the room and pulled out his datapad and immediately started making notes. Dr. Brant looked up at the CEO to indicate he was ready.

“I’m delighted you and your team can meet with us,” Morgan said. “As always, I look forwards to your results and the fruits they will bring our society.”

Dr. Brant inclined his head to acknowledge the CEO. He did not miss the direct reference to ‘fruits they will bring to our society’. He knew the CEO was results oriented.

“Thank you sir, and thanks to the Board for continuing to generously funding our research,” he started. “I’m sure you’ve all read the abstracts we sent in advance of our meeting. To sum up, we have developed a highly advanced economic model that emphasizes ecologic conservation and that has the benefit of extreme efficiency. We call it the Green model. The main penalty is that growth is impaired somewhat.”

He looked up at the Board and noticed the hard expressions on their faces. None of them was at all interested in ‘conservation’, nor were they particularly interested in efficiency. They especially weren’t interested in less growth.

“This is clearly laid out in the abstract, and you can use this to effect any simulations you might care to complete. This, however, is not the primary benefit of this technology, which we’ve dubbed ‘Centauri Empathy’, for reasons that will be clear in a moment.

“This breakthrough is more than just an ecologically oriented economic model, however. We have been able to prove, for the first time, that this planet is, in a sense, alive. Moreover, it appears that aspects of it may be sentient. Before you judge this prematurely please access the information in Appendix 2. This should show you that this is a serious finding, not some metaphysical fantasy, as we first thought.

“This opens some disturbing and fascinating possibilities. First, it implies that the attacks we have suffered may be cooridinated in some way by the ecology of Chiron. Mindworm attacks have afflicted us from our first days here. Second, this technology allows us the ability to overcome them, by forming an empathic understanding of their nature.”

A few Board members were getting restive, openly disbelieving what they were hearing.

“This is key,” Brant continued. “We are now able to use this empathic understanding against the worms. In short, we can use this to attack and defeat them. Our analysis projects we will have a fully 33 percent greater chance on land, and 50 percent greater success at sea by using what has been called the Empath Song. Again, before you dismiss this finding please look over the data I’ve provided. And then test it yourself.

“Lastly, this empathic link has a side effect I’m sure you will be interested in. Not only can this empathic ability of Chiron be used against native life forms, but it can also seek out human life forms wherever they exist on Chiron. Now, this is somewhat theoretical and it will take significant resources to prove, but I think this can be the ultimate data gathering ability known to man. Think of it: being able to locate any other Unity survivors and then, after contact, see the surface thoughts of their peoples. From this diffuse knowledge we can, with sufficient effort, literally know what they are doing and where they are doing it. There will be no need for probe teams, as was needed against the Cyborgs. For instance, if this Empath Guild Project is funded, we will be able to see the inner working of the University, or even the Spartans. I’m sure you will agree that would be eminently useful.”

Morgan held up his hand. His face was hard, and he had heard enough. Dr. Brant stood perfectly still.

“Your data are…interesting, and they will have to be confirmed,” Morgan stated. “If true this is an amazing breakthrough. However, I want to be clear that I will be sorely disappointed is there is some flaw in your data or conclusions. This Board has items of some importance to consider, and it would be unfortunate if our time were misallocated. Do you have anything else?”

Dr. Brant swallowed hard. “No, sir.”

“Very well,” Morgan said. “Thank you for the presentation. We will be in direct contact with you, and I have given the Board members a 1-megacredit budget to fund their own verification studies, if they deem it appropriate. Your finding will have to be verified. Good day, doctor.”

Rothchild got up and opened the door. The quiet scientists filed out of the room, and Rothchild closed the door after them.

As soon as they were gone the Board erupted in heated argument.

Office of Colonel Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA – 2197

War journal entry, the seventh year of the war with the Peacekeepers, Spartan year 2197.

We have lost Fort Ticonderoga. It fell to the combined assaults of espionage units and infantry units. This is now the lowest point in our war with the Peacekeepers and I now feel doubt creeping into some of my decisions. The usual tough and confident demeanor of the command staff of late was non-existent. I blame myself once again to listening to poor advice at the time and not being more patient.

We did complete the merchant exchange project and it has helped greatly to repairing our failing energy production. The loss of even two bases has been a blow indeed to our overall energy reserves. Our budget has now been depleted and we are running on low reserves. Energy credits have been spent to complete needed improvements such as energy banks or children crèches so that production facilities can be freed up to support more military production. My chief concern now is the transport of all of our military hardware. I have asked the command staff to prepare a report detailing the transport requirements to ship the needed military hardware to Macedonia to begin our counter offensive. It was bleak to say the least. We will need at least one, possibly two more transports. Currently our Spartan production facilities do not have the resources or capacity to build another transport. So we will most likely have our Thracian colonies help support the war effort.

In all, I am still positive of the inevitable outcome of the war but I fear we have given the enemy a terrible resolve to fight to the bitter end. I have amended the battle orders to reclaim our old cities first, fortify them against counter assaults and then on to UN Headquarters. It seems so easy but it will be hard.

We will begin to stage military units in a secret location next turn next to Fort Ticonderoga. Our hope, our plan is that the enemy will not see the forces until it is too late for them to react.

In closing this year’s summary of events I feel that in some way I have damaged the Spartan destiny beyond repair. I am sure other leaders have taken this time to build while we fight. What seemed so clear early has become foggy. I still believe, as do the other command staff members, that the Peacekeepers MUST fall; they have too. If not, we will fall in their place. Perhaps by striking now rather than later we will have minimized our lack of planning. We will try to hit the Peacekeepers again and again until they are under our control

In accordance with my new plans we will launch the first of our probe attacks against the Peacekeeper bases next turn. It is our hope that they will yield some benefit such as technology or energy credits. We will see what happens. If the base has counter espionage protection we will wait till we get further reinforcements.

This completes my review of the seventh year of the war.

	27-09-2003 08:56									#36
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Morgan Solarflex, MY 2197

“Sir,” technician Marl Slivney said, “former team 11 is reporting something strange to the far west.”

Manager Sarah Wendel looked up. Her base was too small to warrant a full staff, so she filled in as needed. Today she was at what passed for a command center, which was really a converted conference room in the old base headquarters. Most of the space was now used for storage.

“Really?” she said. “What kind of ‘strange’.”

“There are these strange artifacts. They look like human artifacts. Kind of like posts. Here – look at the vids they sent.”

She looked them over. They were simple enough, and they were much like they were described. Each looked like shaped stone or perhaps concrete posts about a meter out of the ground. Each had a roman numeral on it. That was evidence enough that they were human.

“Any scout teams out that far?” she asked.

“No, sir,” Slivney said. “There are no scout teams in the area. The nearest is here at Solarflex.”

“I think this is positive evidence there is another faction that has taken up residence to our west. And it looks like we share the same landmass, and that we have conviently built roads from this boarder to our lands. I’ll have to appraise Industries immediately. Our encounters with the Cyborgs have been less than pleasant, and they’re building transports and foils again, as I understand. I’d hate to see more irrational people on our boarders.”

“They could be friendly. Like the University,” the technician observed.

“Yes, they have been very friendly,” she said with a dry humor. “It’s just a good thing they don’t call us very often.”

“They can’t with sunspots still active,” the tech said, not getting her attempt at humor, or being too literal to see more than the obvious.

“True,” Sarah said. “Get me Industries on the line. I need to contact nearby bases, transport and Interstellar, to see if they have some defenses I could borrow, like probe teams. Transport is building an impact rover I hear. That could be useful.”

Marl squirmed a little. He didn’t like that sort of talk. “Yes, sir,” he said as he got the base managers and the grand CEO himself on the line. Actually, all he got was someone named Rothchild. But, that didn’t last long. Within 30 seconds he was talking to none other than CEO Morgan. After stammering a few times he shunted over to Manager Wendel.

He watched as they talked, and was amazed that Wendel answered all the CEO’s questions without a flinch, asked questions, and received advice.

I guess, he thought, that’s why she’s a manager.

*~*~*~*

War room, central command complex, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2198

“As you can see Colonel production is well on schedule. We will have three medium attack rover regiments completed in five turns. We will have one heavy assault rover regiment done in the same time giving us four very good rover regiments. We will also have heavy infantry company completed in the same time, as well as, two espionage teams. The should give us a sizable enough army group to storm any one of Pravin Lal’s bases.” Mannsfield had punched up the production schedules on the main screen for all of them to see. Over the past four turns the “war council” had expanded to include Lt. Col. Mannsfield, Commander Stepovich and Majors’ Hudson and Gregorivich. Santiago had told each of them of her clandestine operations years ago that had triggered the war with the Peacekeepers in the first place. They had all been sworn to secrecy and the operational information was sealed and locked away for safekeeping. Mannsfield had been upset at first, as were the others but none so more than Major Gregorivich, operational director of intelligence. He was livid that Santiago had gone behind him and used Captain Somersby and his team to procure data and coordinate a field operation without his approval or knowledge. However, they were all good soldiers and realized, in time, the dye was cast and that they had to accept the situation, Santiago had created. If anything good come from the fact that the Spartans had lost two very valuable bases it was the fact that Corazon Santiago now worked with her command staff rather than against them.

“Colonel, the main problem I still see is transport. When all of these units are built how do we get them across? Currently, we have only viable two options open to us. One, build at least two more transports so that when the troops land on the beaches they land in force. Two, we land the troops in piecemeal in a clandestine location, like a fungus patch, then build our forces up from there and when we have sufficient force then launch the attack.” Commander Stepovich hand punched up a map file of the western section of Macedonia. “I see three likely landing spots that we can use.” He used a laser pointer to mark each one. “Each of them have pros and cons against using them. Some have the advantage of being close to our old bases or near the Peacekeeper capital. It all depends on the eventual target. The bottom line is this; the further away from Bunker 118 that we land troops the greater the need for more transports. It’s that simple. Colonel, I have studied this plan and that plan for nearly two turns and I will tell you this. The more troops we can land on the first landing the better. I would recommend four transports at a minimum. One transport would have a counter espionage team, two others would have medium assault rover regiments and the final transport would carry our best infantry regiment with gatling pulse lasers and pulse-plasma armor. The rovers would move ahead quickly and destroy the base defenders and the infantry and espionage teams move in and secure the base. Anything else would, in my opinion, risk certain defeat.”

Santiago stood there quietly for some time thinking it over weighing the pros and the cons the other members stood silently as well.

“Colonel I really think Commander Stepovich has a very valid point. Another major factor to consider is reinforcements. With having four transports we can quickly send over reinforcements to help support the troops in the field. If we find a secluded spot and stage our troops and then they make an attack any reinforcements would arrive in piecemeal and most likely not keep up with battlefield attrition rates.” Mannsfield added as he turned off the display.

“I agree but we should be flexible. If an opportunity presents itself we should act. However, I tend to agree with the commander. We should wait and build three more transports before making the attack. I know this delays our final assault but it has to be it seems otherwise we risk certain defeat again.” Santiago looked around at the others. “Unless one of you disagree we proceed with the plan.”

No one moved or indicated their disagreement with the plan.

Santiago turned and walked out of the room slowly followed by her aide and bodyguards. The command staff assumed the position of attention as she turned and left and then relaxed as she left the room. All of them knew that her confidence would only be restored when she sat in Pravin Lal’s office.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2198

“The first reports of the recently completed Empath Guild are in, and it seems we were wrong to doubt the good Dr. Brant. I have already nominated him for an Outstanding Service bonus, and a General Commendation for him and his team. I am sure he will be most pleased with the remuneration,” Morgan said.

“As you can see in your Top Secret data packets, there are several more factions here on Chiron that we previously had no knowledge of. It seems Lt. Commander Skye survived and has created an apparently ecologically inclined faction. I suspect that is who we have found on our far western border. The Unity Chief of Security Yang also survived and, if the reports are to believed, has created a neo-police state on the Reformed Chinese model. Our analysts are still poring over that one since it is unlikely that a less efficient state model could be imagined. Lastly, we had suspected that there was a significant faction that was in contact with the Spartans and University, although neither would divulge who this might be. Now we know, and this faction is lead by the most senior Unity command officer, Pravin Lal. His society is modeled after the defunct United Nations.

“As of yet we are not able to communicate with any of these new factions. But, several things are clear. First, we have the largest population and bases of any faction on Chiron. Frankly, this surprises me. The race is close, however, since we, the Spartans and Peacekeepers, occupy the first tier. The second tier with populations in the mid 20s is the University, Gaians, and Hive. At the bottom are the poor Cyborgs. Apparently their machine nature has inhibited their productive potential.”

Morgan got a few productive chuckles from that comment.

“Anther item of personal interest is the economic vitality of each faction. Here we lead easily, with a surplus of almost 60 megacredits per year. Everyone else is 10 megacredits or less. It seems our emphasis on a sound industrial base is paying off.

“There are some significant disparities in technology, but not in ways that we previously imagined. As expected the Spartans are clearly ahead with 22 technological breakthroughs. The University, Cyborgs and us are behind them by two or three technologies. It seems the Peacekeepers have but 16, and the Hive and Gaians a mere eight or nine each. I suspect you all expected that. What is amazing is that our research output far exceeds all of them by a factor of three. We had always thought our scientists to be inferior to those of the Cyborgs and University, and our diplomatic skill much less that the wily Santiago who managed to parlay her resources to great advantage. I admire that skill and wish we had been even partially as successful. In the end it must be our economic output that provides our researchers with more researchers, and I see no reason to change this trend.

“Lastly, I do have stunning news in a day of stunning news. Please link to Appendix C. Now, look at the demographics of the Peacekeeper bases. See anything odd? Well, I did immediately. Two of the bases administered by Pravin Lal were formerly Spartan! I have no idea how this could have occurred, especially since the Spartans struck me as no nonsense militarists. What is even more amazing is that Pravin has very little military, although he is producing impact weaponry as we speak. This is a grave development since it can only mean that the Spartans and Peacekeepers are at war. Ladies and gentleman, war is bad for business, as we have found out to our dismay with the Cyborgs. It also means that one of these two factions, or perhaps both, have gone mad. Perhaps when the sunspots end we can intervene to stop this situation. Although, if these combatants are as rational as the ‘logical’ Cyborgs we will have our work cut out for us.”

Morgan looked around, and the Board members were having sidebar conversations and poring over the amazing data, which was rich beyond description.

He let them think and ponder. In particular the prospect of ideologically driven neighbors was vexing. Previously Morgan knew he felt safe on ‘his’ continent.

No more. The world just got much more complicated.

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA – 2199

War journal entry, the ninth year of the war with the Peacekeepers – 2199

Our plans are firmly in place to begin the end of Pravin Lal. Director Booth and Major Stewart have completed this years production reports and the bulk of our attack force will be done in three more turns. Then another four turns to build the additional transports needed and then two turns to move them into position and land the assault troops. After that they will make their attack on Pravin's capital the following turn. The transports will return quickly to pick up more counter espionage teams and reinforcements. It is our aim to take the Peacekeeper capital first and then re-claim our lost cities.

I feel more confident as the years progress as we gain more military power. Our fear that Pravin would use this time to build up as well seems to be unfounded. He has diverted much of his industrial power back into building improvements on his cities or more colony pods, all the better for us.

I close this years war journal with the firm belief that ten turns I will be walking through the gates of UN Headquarters.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2199

“What do you mean we need more terraformers,” Morgan said. There was a certain bite to his voice.

“Just what I said,” Rothchild said. “It seems that between the growth of our cities and the crawlers all over the place that there are no more improved land to supply resources. Of course, the fungus is worse than useless. Our existing formers are building mines, or are busy at our western and southern borders preparing future base sites.”

“What do you propose,” Nwabudike said. He didn’t bother trying to cloak the request in the guise of the Board. Most of their ideas came through Rothchild and it was difficult to tell his recommendations from theirs, if there really was any difference in the first place.

“We need to construct at least three more formers. They are relatively cheap now with our boosted industrial base. These need to work on removing fungus, preferably in gangs of two or three, and then turning the land into something useful. This will also reduce worm spawning grounds. Thankfully we haven’t been afflicted by worms in a while.”

“Very well,” Morgan said. “Assign the task to one of the Board members. They’ll get it done. Now, what did I hear about another Cyborg impact foil?”

Rothchild smiled. There is one right off the coast of Construction. It didn’t do anything, but I suspect that is because it just arrived. Next year it will likely attack.”

“Is our foil in place?” Morgan asked.

“Of course,” Rothchild replied. “I also took the liberty of suggesting that the base commander construct an un-armored impact artillery unit. She readily agreed after I explained that ground artillery is deadly to sea-based attacks. It turns out she like the idea of defense from Cyborg attack. Imagine that.”

Morgan smiled. “Good work. You didn’t happen to snoop in the Cyborg bases again, did you?”

“Who me?” Rothchild said with the best fake-innocent look he could muster. Morgan chuckled.

“Will they be ready for the attack?”

Rothchild shook his head. “The unit is inexpensive, but not that inexpensive. They will be ready in case they take out the foil. Consider it backup. They’ll take out what is left of the Cyborg foil even if it lives. If it doesn’t then it will be a long term insurance policy.”

Morgan nodded. “Well, it’s time for the celebration and my major domo will be here soon for the dressing. Is your tux ready?”

“Yes,” Rothchild said as he packed up his materials. “I’ll meet you there.”

War room center command, Sparta Command, SPARTA – 2200

“Why in the world did they do it?” Santiago asked as she watched the Peacekeeper troop deployments unfold in front of her on the holo-map. Within the past two turns Pravin had redeployed almost his entire military to UN Headquarters. Many of his bases were unprotected with the exception of a lone counter-espionage team.

“Its hard to say Colonel, our intelligence people along with Captain Somersby’s group have picked up a lot of conflicting “cross talk” between their garrison commanders and Pravin Lal. From what I can piece together when Pravin Lal woke up one morning and saw the SFS WARSPITE anchored just outside his harbor entrance he panicked, for want of a better word. “ Major Gregorivich pushed several more buttons at the station in front of him and on the side screens around the room video feed from the local news channel showed the lethal looking plasma foil anchored just outside of the harbor and in the foreground hundreds of curious Peacekeeper citizens were watching. “As you can see from this the panic did not end at Pravin Lal.”

“So, do you really think he makes military decision in this manner or could there be something else? I find it odd that just last turn we agreed to hit his capital first and then suddenly he begins a massive redeployment to his capital.” Mannsfield asked as he glanced around the room at the other command staff members. The ultimate location of the attack had been kept secret, supposedly, and the only people who knew about the decision were in this room.

“Colonel, are you implying something?” Major Gregorivich hotly responded. As chief of intelligence it would be his job to stop such a leak, if there was a leak.

“All right, enough. Lt. Colonel Mannsfield has posed a very proper question and it is not meant as an insult to anyone.” She looked quickly at Gregoivich. “If it is a leak then we make it work to our favor. We will switch attack. Both Fort Ticonderoga and Apache have been stripped of their defenders. We can move in and attack and then assume a defensive posture and beat back his attacks and then follow-up with a counter-offensive.”

“Colonel, there is one other matter before we finish. Director Boothe is still pleading with me to expand our colonies on Thrace. We could build set-up for production at least two more colonies to be completed within the next decade. The data seems to be very conclusive on this regard and I would recommend it.” Mannsfield passed to her the data sheets on expansion. She took them and quickly scanned them. It all seemed to make good sense but once again that meant the Thracian colonies would be concentrating on expansion rather than supporting the war effort.

“Mannsfield can we really continue to support our war effort exclusively from our Spartan cities? If we could spread out the production costs it might ease the pressure on Sparta.” Santiago handed back the data to Mannsfield.

“Colonel, I understand your point but the bottom line is that this war is a Spartan war, not Thrace. As it stands now they contribute next to nothing to our treasury due to the distance. It makes better sense to have them care for their own security and build up their resources and infra-structure than try to support us now.” Mannsfield watched the frustration flow over Santiago’s face as she came to grips with understanding their plight. Perhaps when a switch to a more efficient economic model would enable them to eliminate the inefficient programs and waste but now, they had to deal with the war.

	01-02-2004 06:03									#37
	Enter the AD-FREE zone

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2200

“We initiated our long-planned democratic system a few years ago,” the reporter asked. “Do you have any comment?”

Rothchild was a little uncomfortable. He was used to being behind the scenes, not front and center. And who knew he’d be elected to the Parliament, and then asked to head the Progressive party? Rothchild scowled. Morgan was behind this, and he was probably laughing his ass off right now.

Rothchild graced the reporter with his best smile, and hoped it didn’t send him screaming from the room. “It has been a grand success! The elections themselves were a model of efficiency, and the few irregularities that were identified will have already been addressed. As you know, there are four major parties, with the Progressive Party currently heading the majority. We have some important issues before us on the economy and resolving remaining legislative issues of separation of powers. I’m also happy to report that we are near a consensus on the 2201 budget.”

As he spoke Rothchild noted that the reporters were subvocalizing over his mini-speech as the broadcast it to their respective networks. No doubt they were offering expert commentary on everything from his suit to the inflections of his voice.

Anther reporter signaled and was acknowledged. “Prime Minister, any new news on the faction to our west?”

Rothchild nodded. “We’ve found more of the markers, but no other evidence of who placed them. A probe team is currently exploring the area. I would also like to point out that the Parliament recommended that our new impact rover and other probe teams be allocated to that area just in case, and we made sure that the defenders at Solarflex were upgraded to have the latest defenses. Our job is to protect and nurture our people, and I will see it done.”

That was a shameless plug, Rothchild thought, but they’re all writing it down. Good.

“And the Cyborg foil outside of Construction?”

“Yes,” Rothchild said to buy a second as he called up the details. There it was – still outside, and just bobbing in the water. “No actions, just like the last year. They seem to be trying to blockade us, or goading us into attacking them while they are in the sea fungus. We’re not biting, though. They are the war mongers, not us.”

Rothchild noticed this last comment got all of the reporters ‘off line’ for a moment as they gave more commentary. Did he hit a nerve? Maybe.

Before they could finish he said, “I’m sorry, but I have to get back to the House. I’ll shunt when I have a free moment.”

*~*~*~*

War room command center, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2201

Santiago looked around the table at the other senior command members trying to discern the mood they were in. Mannsfield was a blank slate, he was a good soldier and knew how to hide his feelings. Hudson, Stepovich and Gregivich were tense but nothing else. They were waiting for a transmission from Defiance Freehold concerning the 1st L.E.R.P. regiment. They had gotten an earlier message reporting that long range sensors had detected a carry-all transport to the north. They had also gotten a message from one of the newest bases on Thrace, Iron Tower. They had just completed connecting Blast Rifle Crag to Iron Tower via a buried communications cable so they had contact with that base at last. However, they still had no communication with the base that had been established in the alien temple area.

“Colonel, the transmission is coming in now.” Mannsfield reported as he activated the message and directed it to the main view screen.

>> Defiance Freehold <<
>Subject: Recovery of energy nodules from mind worm<
>Captain Madars encountered a mind worm and destroyed it. His unit
has suffered only minor damage, 20% decrease in effective fighting
capacity. Recovered over 30 mega credits in energy nodules. Issued
ordered to return them on the next carry-all transport bound for nearest
base. Will make repairs and push on.
Capatain Madars

“This is excellent new!” Mannsfield almost shouted he looked almost gleeful. “30 mega credits in energy is almost five turns of current production. With this extra funding we can complete production on several units sooner than expected.”

“If we wait till some of the units get nearer to completion we can use the extra credits to complete even more of them.” Hudson chimed in.

“For now, lets “bank” it. We might need the credits later. We are now only two turns from completing the first wave of troops. They will then move to their staging areas near Bunker 118 as they await transport. No matter what the cost now we need to stick with the plan.” Santiago looked at each of the command staff making sure they understood. “Now, lets go to the next point on the agenda,...”


SFS WARSPITE, just north of UN Headquarters, SPARTA 2201

“Captain, why don’t we just take a few pot shots at that transport anchored there.” The gunnery officer smiled as he turned toward his captain.
“Guns, I am surprised at you!” The mock surprise in his voice was overwhelming. “I feel your pain, I really do Guns but we have to get back and patrol just north of Bunker 118. Command is staging the invasion force there and we need to provide cover for them. So lets just keeping going and if they do “pop out” then you are free to open fire.”

The gunnery officer smiled back and then looked again through his mag-glasses at the fat transport just waiting to be blown up.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2101

There was an insistent chiming and Morgan woke up immediately.

“Status,” he croaked.

“Level 1 alert. Report to the Command Center,” the voice said.

“Update,” he said.

“Cyborg navy engaged and attacked Morgan Construction. Hostile forces landed near Morgan Construction,” the voice continued.

Morgan was now fully awake. “Let General Wang know I’ll be there in five minutes,” he said as he pulled on the nearest trousers and shirt. They were less than clean and did match, but that was no matter at a time like this.

*~*~*~*

The general looked up as Morgan entered the new Command Center. “Look at this. The Cyborg foil that was station keeping outside of Construction finally attacked. Here is the compressed version.”

Morgan watched as volley after volley was launched into the Morganite foil at harbor. It was hard to see exactly what was happening since half of the image was extrapolated. The sensor weren’t quite that good. But it was clear that the return volleys were hitting home. Rounds landed near, and then on top of the Cyborg cruiser. Its plasma armor couldn’t stand the punishment and the attack stopped. As the CEO watched the port side dipped into the fungus and then the ship gracefully slid beneath the waves.

“That was our first naval victory,” Morgan commented.

“Yes,” Wang said. “But, we have other troubles. A transport at the nearest Cyborg base left and deposited troops here,” he said, pointing to a location two sectors south of Construction. “Our best reports say that it is comprised of a synthmetal garrison and an impact infantry.”

“Can we deal with it,” Morgan asked.

“Probably yes, but it depends on where they go. If they go toward Construction we’re find. If they head toward Monopoly we could have trouble.”

“Can our probe team at Construction move in time?” Morgan asked.

“That will only work if they split up. Then we can bribe the impact infantry, just like before. If not, then we’ll have to take the direct approach.”

There was a pause.

“And when can we do that?” Morgan asked.

Another pause.

“Three years,” General Wang said.

Morgan was not happy with that answer.

*~*~*~*

Bunker 118, military production complex. SPARTA 2202

Commandant Fitz-Wallace watched as the last medium assault rover rolled off the production line. The crew for this rover walked over and as customary the production team handed the driver a set of keys. This was the last medium assault rover to be built at Bunker 118 since they now had orders to build a transport. Fitz-Wallace knew that at three more Spartan cities next turn more attack rovers would roll off of the production line bringing the attack force to four full regiments. Infantry units were being equipped and trained as well, some were even done and they were just waiting for a transport. Four more turns before the required transports would be ready to sail but then they would have started to build the second wave of assault troops and espionage teams. Fitz-Wallace couldn’t wait to see the faces of those Peacekeeper idiots as his troops marched through the gates of their cities. That was a wonderful thought, his troops! Colonel Santiago had given him the honor to be the field commander in charge of the amphibious landings since his base would be the main staging area. Once they took the first city he would have to return to Bunker 119 but before that he would at last get his dream assignment, a command of a field unit!

“Commandant, command wants an update on our production.” Fitz-Wallace turned to his aide.

“Inform command that Bunker 118 has completed the 1st medium assault rover regiment, the big red one regiment. They will now conduct training maneuvers until a transport is ready to ship them over.” His aide quickly jotted down the information and walked off. Fitz-Wallace walked down the ramp to the production floor to meet the crew, his men, before they drove off the rover to regimental headquarters.


SFS WARSPITE, north of UN Headquarters, SPARTA 2202

The WARSPITE listed slightly to port due to some damage just below the waterline. The sea worm had popped up right in front of them as they were clearing the harbor area just north of UN Headquarters. The sea worm put up a fight but it was no match for he WARSPITE. The sea worm died quickly but it had done some damage and had killed five crewmembers. After the defeat he had ordered a launch lowered to collect the energy nodules before they sank, it had been a good harvest.

“Inform the launch to make a course for Bunker 118 at top speed and then return to WARSPITE once they deposit the nodules.”

“Aye sir.” The deck mate flashed a light signal to the launch to five them the orders.

The captain glanced to his left watching the Peacekeeper coastline and the numerous military and civilian personnel that dotted the beach. Obviously they had watched the whole attack and had reported back to their general staff the WARSPITES weapon power and damage. Let them report, the captain thought, if that light attack foil was still out there they were still no match for WARSPITE.

*~*~*~*

Energy Monopoly, MY 2202

“…..under fire…can’t hold!….”

Silence.

“For god’s sake, send help!”

Silence.

Morgan Industries, MY 2202

General Wang looked up, “That is the last we heard from the supply crawler,” he said.

“Why weren’t they warned? They are non-combatants, and unarmored!” Morgan asked. There was a distinct edge to his voice.

“I will take the blame, sir. I was more concerned about marshaling resources to repel the invasion so we don’t lose a city. If there is any good news, most of the crew escaped. The crawler squad, however, was a loss.”

“Yes,” Morgan said. He wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily. “That crawler represented three to four years of production, now lost. And that doesn’t even begin to compensate the lost talent of the crew. See that it doesn’t happen again.”

General Wang nodded, and noted that Morgan didn’t say a word about the loss of human life. Interesting. “It turns out that the Cyborgs invaded with two synthmetal garrisons. The fungus obscured our initial scans, it seems. The second advanced on Energy Monopoly, and the garrison has been warned. I recommend that they be upgraded to the latest armor immediately.”

“Done,” Morgan said. It was worth the cost. Even garrisons could take out an unarmored garrison.

“Now that we know the extent we can deal with the invasion. Our intelligence shows that another transport is in the works. It will be a while before it is complete. One side note: it is evident that the Cyborgs are now a police state, likely with a planned economy. Their research and productivity have plummeted, even if their military capacity has increased.”

“Good,” Morgan said. “Let them waste their time and resources on building pointless military units, and their fruitless adventures. We will invest in our productivity. How much of our productive ability is being deverted to war material?”

“Just over 20 percent,” the general stated. “That will decrease when the impact rovers are complete.”

“See to it,” Morgan said. “Now, if you will excuse me. I have a Board meeting to attend. It seems the Parliament has made a few proclamations that require my attention.”

	01-02-2004 06:07									#38
	Got spare money?

Training grounds north of Sparta Command, SPARTA – 2203

Santiago watched the 1st medium attack rovers advancing quickly on the 2nd and 3rd medium attack rovers across the open plain. The 2nd and 3rd medium rover regiments were tasked with holding the area around them against all attacks. The 1st was making good speed but the combined firepower from the 2nd and 3rd was starting to take a toll. Three rovers had stopped and two more were about to be deactivated by the referee due to excessive damage. Then from the tree line just north of the 2nd another line of rovers suddenly appeared. These rovers were from the 1st heavy assault regiment with plasma armor. The 2nd and 3rd began to shift fire to the north when from the south more blood red rovers broke from the tree line. The 2nd and 3rd began to take heavy losses especially when the 1st medium attack rovers closed to point blank range with the 2nd and 3rd and began to engage in hand to hand combat. Santiago continued to watch the combat for another five minutes but it was clear who was the victor.

“Judge, order a halt to the war games. Inform all commanders and fire team leaders to report to my command center at 16:00hrs for debriefing.” Santiago turned away from the field and began to trudge back to her rover. Several of the judges began to signal with flags that the war games were done.

“Colonel, what did you think of how they did?” Major Hazra had been deeply involved in setting up the massive training exercises for the four rover regiments.

“Major, I suggest you have a word with the commanders of the 2nd and 3rd M.A.R.s (medium assault rovers) about tactics. They placement of their rovers were terrible and I suggest more gunner practice as well. The 1st M.A.R.s should have been crippled halfway across that field, if they had been able to accomplish that then the 1st H.A.R.s (heavy assault rovers) wouldn’t have had a chance.” Santiago continued to walk to her rover and as she reached it the armored door opened for her. “Major, I am leaving you in charge here the sunspot activity has lifted and I have some phone calls to make.”




Director Morgan,

Now that communications have been restored I have reviewed the data that has been flooding in to us as it has obviously been pouring into you. You will have by now been contacted by Aki-Zeta who will seek to make a truce with you at our demand. It seems clear that Aki-Zeta and her machines cannot be trusted but she does still respect strength and firepower and as such I have ordered her to make peace with you. I suggest you accept her offer. We did this for two reasons: One, the Cyborgs can be treacherous and as such a continued war with them could prove to be dangerous to you and our long term plans and second, compensation. Our efforts to bring peace to you will only increase your prosperity and as such we would expect some benefit as well. We will leave it to you to suggest an appropriate amount of compensation.

On other fronts you by now have heard that Pravin Lal attacked my bases on Macedonia and captured them. He made some wild accusations about acts of espionage carried out against him but no proof was forwarded to justify his actions. So we are at war. I suggest that you remain neutral in this affair at a minimum. A strong Pravin Lal will only use his power to try and dominate and re-impose the yoke of United Nations controls on us, and that is something we will not tolerate. Rest assured that my people are working around the clock to remedy this situation and by the end of this decade, 2210, not only will our cities be returned but Pravin Lal will not the taste of defeat.

I will entertain at this time the exchange of technology if it is appropriate and fair. We have made many innovations in weapon technologies and armor designs that could be of great use to you while, in turn, your industrial and technological breakthroughs would be of great benefit to us. We would even entertain the possibility of selling some of our technology to you as well since we are in need of energy credits to sustain our war effort but we would have to look at such exchanges, case by case.

It is my wish to see you and your people well and if you need further assistance in handling the Cyborg menace you need not but ask.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation, Sparta Command

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2203

Parliament was now in session, and Director Morgan walked forward toward the dais to present himself to the scrutiny of the legislators. In front of him was Prime Minister Rothchild, who was resplendent in his red and gold ceremonial robes. Director Morgan knew his own attire was much more subdued, as was appropriate for this venue: a blue suit with trimmed collar, starched pure white shirt with a hint of silver, and a croft tie, all very tasteful down to his polished patent leather shoes.

Prime Minister Rothchild stood up. “CEO, we are delighted you are able to give us some of your time. The parliament respectfully requests that you give this august body a summary of your recommendations, and interactions with other leaders.”

Morgan inclined his head toward the Prime Minister, as protocol required. “I am only too happy to report to this body, Prime Minister.”

That said Morgan turned his gaze to the chamber, which was filled to capacity. “I am sure you are all aware that the sunspots have now ended, and that communications with the other factions have been reestablished. I am happy to report that Coronal Santiago has offered to exchange data, and that the details can be worked out at a later date. Prokhor Zakharov has been contacted and he was less forthcoming. I did manage to trade him Industrial Economics for his world map, which you will see is most interesting. With it we can now see almost every faction’s home territory, which is more value than I had originally thought would come of this ‘deal’. He was unwilling to deal with further trades, and terminated our discussion.

“Santiago supposedly arranged for a truce between the Cyborgs and our peoples, for which we are grateful. But, as you all know, the Cyborgs have already broken the treaty, the ink of which was not yet dry. This is most unfortunate since we have never wished any hostilities, but it only takes one party to make war. Our forces to the west have been bombarded, causing great damage to a probe team. The garrison at Energy Monopoly also saw something extraordinary – the suicide death charge of a Cyborg synthmetal garrison. They were damaged, but survived, I am happy to report. Their plasma armor served them well. I will soon be asking this body to appropriate resources to secure our borders and, if necessary, push the hostilities to Cyborg territory. We have for too long been the victims and the day will come when this will come to an end.

“I also contacted Lady Deirdre Skye, as she styles herself. She was most unfriendly and immediately terminated our connection. Luckily we now know where her faction exists, and it is nowhere near us, I am thankful to add.

“Chairman Yang, the former security chief of Unity, was also less than friendly, but we did do business. We bought the southern world map from him for some technology, so now we have the full maps for the Hive, Peacekeeper, and Spartan territory. This is most useful, as you can imagine. The good Chairman offered to sell us technology, and he drove a hard bargain. When the transaction was complete we have Doctrine: Loyalty, which will allow us to construct better perimeter defenses. It cost us five years of our energy surplus, but I think you will agree that it was worth the cost.

“Lastly, I contacted Pravin Lal of the Peacekeepers. I had hoped for a warmer reception than I received. He immediately demanded we declare war on the Spartans. Of course I refused. As soon as I made this clear he terminated our communication. This was most unfortunate since I think we have much in common and we could have done business together. I will make further efforts in the future.

“In summary, our borders are secure and even with the Cyborgs at war with us the productive potential of our people grows with every passing year. I have every confidence that this growth will continue, and that we will be able to overcome the obstacles that may block our way.

“I am now open for questions.”

*~*~*~*

Coronal Santiago,

It seems your words on the treachery of the Cyborgs were prophetic. The ink was not even dry on our peace treaty when she again declared vendetta. So, while I appreciate your efforts, I must conclude that the Cyborgs acted in bad faith. Considering their past actions this does not surprise us.

We Morganites have no official position on your war with the Peacekeepers. Pravin Lal did indeed make accusations against you, offering proofs of your treachery in data theft. I noticed your missive did not deny this accusation. Regardless, we will try to maintain peaceful relationships with both parties since it is our belief that commercial ties can lead to a greater understanding, both societal and diplomatic. I do hope that your differences can be resolved short of all out war, since war is an expensive business. And, I can not help but notice, that the outcomes are none to certain.

I would welcome any technology trades you might suggest. It seems we have three technologies that may be of use to you: Industrial Automation, Centauri Empathy, and Doctrine: Loyalty. I would entertain any offer you may have on a technology trade with the stipulation that you decline to work on any Project associated with said technologies. I would also be willing to purchase technologies from you, if you would prefer. Terms for such a transaction are negotiable.

I trust this can lead to a deeper relationship, and look forward to your reply,

Director Morgan

	01-02-2004 06:11									#39
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Office of Colonel Santiago, SPARTA – 2204

Director Morgan,

Once again the actions of the Cyborgs speak for themselves, treachery! I had commanded Aki-Zeta to make peace and she vowed she would. Since she failed to honor her word I see no reason that should extend to us any compensation.

I was disturbed by your comments you made concerning our “role” in the current conflict with the Peacekeepers. I can assure you that the fault for this conflict rests solely with Pravin Lal. You can clearly see that he holds two of our bases! That is all the proof you need! When hostilities broke charges and counter-chargers were leveled. However, Pravin Lal can offer no evidence to support his claim of espionage while we can clearly point to our two lost bases! Suffice it to say they will not be lost for long and Pravin Lal will be made to suffer for the trouble he has caused us!

I have reviewed your list of technologies you wish to exchange and I have consulted with my technical advisors and they have recommended the following exchange. We would exchange information on optical computers and special armor designs that heighten the defenders protection against mind worm attacks. In return you would send us files on industrial automation and your advanced research concerning Chiron and the alien life forms here. I still find it remarkable to believe that the alien life forms here have a higher degree of intelligence than we earlier believed. I for one will never accept it. Suffice it say that the question is moot, we are the dominant life forms on Chiron and I have no intention of stepping down from that role.

If you accept this proposal send the attached files to us approved and we will agree to the exchange.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme commander of the Spartan Federation, Sparta Command




Fitz-Wallace watched from the grand stand as rover after rover went by in pass and review. This was the last “ceremony” that had been orchestrated by Colonel Santiago to help bolster the morale of the troops and people. The 1st, 2nd and 3rd M.A.R.s and the 1st H.A.R.s had arrived last turn and now more units were arriving the 12th heavy infantry regiment and more espionage teams. This was just the tip of the spear, more units were being built to “flesh” out the attack force but in truth they had what they needed to make the amphibious assault with the exception of the transports. However, they were coming, in just another three turns two more transports would be ready. The decision had been made to make the crossing in three transports rather than four since they did not intend to attack the Peacekeeper capital first but rather their old cities. Fitz-Wallace continued to watch the rovers drive by and he saluted each of them. The invasion plan was now his and his alone. Santiago had given him all the authority and if he failed all of the misery. He could not fault her for support. He had got the exact number and types of troops he wanted so he could not blame her or central command if his invasion failed. Just a few more turns and history would be made.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2104

Coronal,

I cannot in good conscience take any side in your conflict with the Peacekeepers. Morganite forces were not present to witness events and, as a result, all I have is your word against that of Pravin. There is some circumstantial evidence, but that is currently under advisement and no conclusions have yet been reached. I must say that I find it surprising that two Spartan bases fell so quickly, and any explanation you might give may be illuminating.

You will find that I have attached Centauri Empathy and Industrial Automation and pre-approved the transfer. I will remind you that Industrial Automation does come with strings: a pledge by the Spartans not to complete the Planetary Transit System project. If you cannot make this pledge I will understand and we will have to renegotiate terms. I will look forward to future trades, since they are beneficial to both our peoples.

The initial theories provided by the Centauri Empathy are compelling, even if I do not particularly like what they suggest. I am willing to keep an open mind, however, since it is my belief that an open mind can use data and situations to the best advantage: I dislike overly ridged paradigms, and one must be adaptable to circumstances. In my experience that is the key to survival.

I have been authorized by the Morganite Board of Directors to again offer a treaty of friendship to the Spartan people. If you review this proposal I think you will find that you will benefit from trade, particularly since you have some large and well-developed bases. Since I understand there are significant bureaucratic costs I am ready to compensate your people, and our best estimates are that 50 megacredits should be sufficient to cover your startup costs.

Warmly yours,
Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Council chambers – command center, Sparta Command, SPARTA 2205

Santiago walked into the room last flanked by her aide-de-camp, Captain Longstreet and her elite bodyguards. She walked directly up to the podium, waiting momentarily as her aide took a seat and her bodyguards assumed their customary positions along the room’s walls.

“I have asked you here today to open a discussion concerning a proposal forwarded to us by Director Morgan. He has asked to form an alliance with us, a treaty of friendship, with us. I have thought carefully about his offer and I am now seriously considering it.” Santiago looked around at the assembled command staff noting the reactions of several of the officers. In truth she cared nothing of what they thought but she always had reservations about several of them as to what they might do. “We are very close to starting our war with the Peacekeepers. I want to make sure we align as many factions with us rather than against us. Already the Peacekeepers have executive officer Yang as their ally, I would hate to see more added to the list. The only two factions we have not made contact with are the Gaians, led by Dr. Skye and the Hive led by Executive officer Yang. However, I don’t think we need to based on the information we have at hand, the Gaians are planet lovers, which we are not and the Hive are already aligned with the Peacekeepers which makes them our enemy. So I propose we move to align ourselves with Director Morgan and Professor Zakharov. This new alliance would align the greatest minds, industrialists and warriors on this planet behind one coalition. Unless any one here as any objection I will begin the negotiations with Director Morgan first.”

Santiago looked around the room waiting for someone to say something but no one did. She didn’t expect to. Her people were loyal but over the past few years she had learned from her error in judgment in confiding in only one person. Perhaps after the meeting one or two of them might come up and try to broach the issue then but she was now more confident than ever that this was the best decision.

“All right, that is all I have, dismissed!”



Director Morgan,

I have considered your offer of an alliance, treaty of friendship, at this time. Please send the appropriate documentation for us to review and we will approve it, if it is acceptable. We also considered your offer of 50 mega-credits as appropriate compensation and as such will accept them as well. Of course, you understand that this is not to be viewed as a payment, rather than a gift, such as the technology we gifted you some time ago.

I do have to make one point that if you should accept our alliance, our treaty of friendship, you make this agreement with the understanding that you can not make one with Pravin Lal, or at least until Sparta and the Peacekeepers resolve their dispute. Simply put you cannot be our partner and Pravin Lals at the same time. If you cannot accept this minor stipulation then for now we will consider this agreement tabled and pursue other partners who understand our situation. However, I think you will clearly see that is more “advantageous” to be our friend rather than Pravin’s.

Lastly, if you do wish to pursue a treaty of friendship then I will also ask at this time if we could pursue a loan of energy credits. We would be looking at a sum of 200 credits to borrow.

We await your response…

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation, SPARTA COMMAND, SPARTA

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2205

“Rothchild,” Morgan said, and then he paused. “Or should I say, Prime Minister Rothchild?”

“Rothchild is fine,” he said.

“It has been a while. I trust you have been busy?”

“Quite,” Rothchild said. “The Parliament has asked me to get your report personally, in deference to your time.”

“How considerate of them,” Morgan said. “I’m always happy to serve our elected officials,” he continued with a dry voice. “Our operations against the Cyborg base went well. The base officials were willing to consider our persuasive arguments for only 140 megacredits. I considered it a bargain, and they did also – a win, win deal. The result is that we have our 14th base, which I ‘suggested’ be named Morgan Remuneration, out near the Pholus Ridge to our far west. The base came complete with a plasma pulse defender. How considerate of Aki to furnish our bases with the best armor energy can buy.”

“The Parliament will be most pleased. And the status of Aki’s peace request?”

“Rejected, of course,” Morgan said. “I was willing to consider peace, but her actions have proven that she is not to be trusted.”

“And what about Santiago?” Rothchild said.

“I recommend we accept her offer. Pravin has been most uncooperative, while Santiago has shown she is willing to negotiate. Pravin’s demand that we declare war on Santiago as his price for a friendship treaty was, of course, unacceptable. We should make back the 50 megacredits paid to the Spartans in trade within a few years. It is a worthwhile investment,” Morgan said.

“This will effectively align us with the Spartans,” Rothchild commented.

“In a way, yes,” Morgan said. “But that can change if circumstances warrant. We will treat Santiago fairly. There is still the matter of who started the war, and the reasons for Lal possessing two Spartan bases. I have to say I don’t believe that Pravin initiated the war, but that is a little matter.”

“You’re not going Machiavellian on me, are you?” Rothchild said.

“Of course I am,” Morgan said. “It is a simple matter. Santiago offers a useful deal, and accepts ours. That makes her a valuable trading partner. Pravin Lal sticks to his vaunted principles, and sidelines us in the process. We benefit more from dealing with Santiago. Elementary.”

Rothchild nodded. He had expected no other answer.

“And what about Santiago’s loan request?” he asked.

“I will deal with that,” Morgan said.

*~*~*~*

Coronal Santiago,

I am delighted we could come to terms on a treaty of friendship. I have attached the 50 megacredits startup fee to this transmission, as promised, and I have pre-approved the agreement to expedite the transfer. I trust it will be to your approval.

At this time I am embarrassed to say that I do not have 200 megacredits to loan your people. I have to admit that certain war expenses came up recently, and that these partially depleted our treasury. I could easily arrange for 100 megacredits, however, if you agree to pay 3 megacredits each year for 50 years. I think you will agree that this is a generous set of terms considering that you will be able to use this boon to fund valuable projects that will serve your people well. Kindly let me know your response so we can settle the electronic transfer.

Warmly yours,
Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2206

Director Morgan,

I think our new treaty of friendship is a positive development for not only us but for Chiron. We have also made a similar treaty with Professor Zakharov, which will only further our mutual goals of expansion. It is my hope that the Spartans will serve as a bridge between you and the University and in time the your two nations will become greater friends.

I agree to the loan of 100 mega-credits with a repayment schedule of 3 mega-credits per year with the following exception. The repayment process will not begin until 10 turns have been completed. After 10 turns the loan repayments will begin. We ask this due to the fact that our war efforts place a burden on our treasury as it is and to ask that we begin immediate repayment is too high a cost for us to bear. Within 10 turns we should developed new energy sources to help us aid our efforts to repay you. I think this stipulation is a minor one and in light of our new relationship, one that we can both live with.

Colonel Corazon Santiago,

Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation, Sparta Command.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2206

Morgan walked forward to greet his new aid. “I am pleased to meet you, Ms. Redfield. I have been in need of a good executive assistant for quite a while and I was delighted when I heard you had become available. The Prime Minister was loath to give you up.”

“No, sir, I imagine he wasn’t,” she said.

Morgan wasn’t sure, but he detected a note of sarcasm in her voice. If so, good. He didn’t like yes-men, or women.

“Then let’s get to work,” Morgan said. Ms. Redfield immediately gave him a datapad, just like Rothchild had done. Morgan smiled to himself. She was well trained, or perceptive, hopefully both.

“Sir,” she started. “The Cyborgs have landed a rover at Transport. A espionage team penetrated our security interlocks and acquired Industrial Automation. The transport is still nearby. I have taken the liberty of asking the impact foil, which will be ready within the year, to see to its destruction. The same is also true of the rover.”

“Why didn’t it attack?” Morgan asked.

“Unknown,” she said. “It may not be an attack rover, or it may have noticed that it has no chance against plasma armor with a sensor and an intrinsic base defense.”

“Can we eliminate this threat?” he asked.

“Yes. An empathy impact rover will be completed within the year. That should be more than sufficient.”

“Very good. It seems the Cyborgs have found a weak link in our armor. We shall rectify this. Order all bases to complete either an infantry or rover based espionage team, with the possible exception of bases far from the coasts. This will not be allowed to happen again.”

“Yes, sir. Any counter actions?”

“None at this time,” Morgan said. “Our sea probe team is making its way to the Cyborg coast, exploring as it goes. We have other concerns, such as the impact foils the Cyborgs are making, and rogue mindworm that is harassing our western lands. These take precedence. Perhaps I should thank the Cyborgs. This was an inexpensive lesson, one I intend to learn well.”

“And the Spartans?” she said.

“Yes, the Spartans. Their revised terms are not very advantageous. Still, I will approve them. I dislike having a loan with a term of 60 years, and interest free for 10 at that, but it is of little matter. What does matter is the good graces of the Spartans. We can both benefit from this relationship. I’ve already sent the missive to Santiago telling her of my acceptance.”

Elaine Redfield nodded. “Anything else?”

“No,” Morgan stated. “See to the espionage team improvements. And check if it is economical to put armor on the probe teams.”

“Yes, sir,” she said. Morgan had already turned to other work, so she left the room.

	01-02-2004 06:19									#40
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Invasion planning center, Bunker 118, SPARTA-2207

Santiago had spent most of the day talking with the commanders of the infantry and rover attack regiments that comprised the invasion force. She wanted to hear directly from the commanders what was the status of their regiments and if they needed any further supplies or training. Fitz-Wallace, the base commandant of Bunker 118 and the invasion task force commander had selected the 1st heavy attack speeder regiment, 3rd medium attack rover regiment and operational intelligence unit 221 ( counter-intelligence unit ) to be the spearhead of the invasion force. The 1st and 2nd medium attack rover regiments would follow in the second wave along with the operational intelligence unit 233. The third wave would consist of the 14th medium infantry company, operational intelligence unit 331 and the 1st mechanized assault infantry unit ( gatling-lasers equipped infantry with pulse-plasma armor ). The invasion plan was simple, something she had not expected from Fitz-Wallace who, in the past, always seemed to create elaborate plans only to see them fall apart. This plan was to land three consecutive waves of invaders next to the old Spartan city of Fort Ticonderoga. The first wave would secure the city and the beachhead while the remaining waves of invaders would land and move into Fort Ticonderoga and make final preparations for the attacks on the Fort Apache and then on the U.N. Headquarters itself. The invasion itself and the capture of Fort Ticonderoga was the easy part. The hard part would be to hold it against counter-attacks until more reinforcements could arrive from Sparta. Santiago had ordered more troops and rovers to be built but that was after many of the bases completed building the supply crawlers. In all Santiago had been please with the discussions she had with the commanders and the last one she had today was with Commandant Fitz-Wallace.

The door opened and her chief bodyguard entered. “ Colonel, Commandant Fitz-Wallace is here.” She merely nodded to the guard who then opened the door to allow Fitz-Wallace to enter.

“Good afternoon Colonel.” Fitz-Wallace walked up to the desk and saluted which she returned.

“Fitz your plan is sound. I have approved it.” She watched him smile slightly and he seemed to sit up even taller.

“Thank you Colonel.”

“Don’t thank me yet. You still have time to keep training your men and there are more troops on the way. It will be your task to keep the flow of troops flowing to Macedonia and it is Sparta’s job to keep the pipe full. However, for now the troops you have are the troops you have. Many of the Sparta cities are now building special supply crawlers and harvester units. Once completed the crawler teams will fan out over Sparta harvesting need nutrients, minerals and most importantly, energy. With those extra resource each city will be able to build more equipment and train troops faster then before. It is my goal to add another four heavy assault rovers to your invasion group by the end of the decade.”

“Colonel, the supply crawler program will be of great benefit I am sure but what my city needs is terra-formers! Director Boothe has been most stubborn about her allocation of terra-formers. For nearly twenty turns all of the terra-formers have been operating on the western side of Sparta. It has been some time since we have made any improvements to the surrounding land.” Fitz-Wallace had been arguing with Boothe for years about getting the terra-formers to make improvements. Both Sparta Command and Bunker 118 had transferred their terra-formers to Macedonia to help the fledgling cities only to have them either destroyed or captured by the Peacekeepers during the last conflict.

“Commandant! You need to concentrate on the task at hand! The invasion is your main focus for now.” Santiago slammed her fist hard on the table. “All of the work done over the past decade would be for nothing if the invasion failed. Lal has only a few military units of any value; many of others are still armed with assault rifles. I see this whole war turning on one thing and that is if Lal decides to attack or defend. If he attacks and wastes his meager forces on trying to weaken us all the better and in fact the command council believes that it is exactly what he will try. If not, if he waits for each blow to fall and relies on the defenses of his bases to help then it will be all the more critical that our espionage teams help. We have secured 100 mega-credits from Director Morgan that if need be can be used to subvert a base and the troops with them. That is why as soon as the crawlers are built along with the rovers we intend to build even more espionage units to protect our holdings. The last thing I want you to know is that depending on how things progress in Macedonia I might leave in you command after the invasion. It will be critical that we maintain a steady hand of leadership. If the situation demands it I will issue a field promotion to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel and you will be the commandant in charge of Macedonia and commander in chief of all armies there.” Fitz-Wallace could hardly contain the rush of emotions that hit him. Lieutenant Colonel! Military Commandant of all Macedonia! It was his dream come true. “ However if you should fail to regain our cities and fail to lead our troops to victory I will have you demoted to a private.”

The look of smugness was quickly wiped from his face. Santiago knew that Fitz-Wallace was a very able military leader and she needed a leader who would take bold chances and risks to maximize every opportunity on the battlefield. However, she also had to make sure Fitz-Wallace understood what failure meant.

Fitz-Wallace stood up quickly and saluted Santiago. “Colonel, there will be no failure!” Corazon promptly returned the salute and he turned on a dime and left he room. She sat there for some time starring at the door wondering if it was not too late for her to take direct control but she knew to intervene now would mean chaos and disorder. Now, she had to trust in the Spartan system and her people, Fitz-Wallace was the best field commander she had right now who knew how to run an operation this big. He was the one…..

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2207

“What are your conclusions?” Morgan asked.

Director Wang stood up. “If we allocate 20 percent of our budget we can indeed gain the immediate prosperity promised by a projected Golden Age. But, only one base will be able to take advantage of the growth benefits incumbent with this state. As such, it is the opinion of this Board that the Parliament not direct budgetary allocations to this end.

“Moreover, it has become clear that it is necessary to boost nutrient supplies at key bases. When this is effected then it is clear that we should reconsider these measures and that, in the short term, it will be to our benefit.”

Morgan nodded. “Thank you, Director. Any other Board recommendations?”

“Yes,” Director McKenny said as she stood up. “We just constructed our 14th base, and unrest is on the rise yet again. I recommend that we not concentrate resources in this way until we have additional drone suppression techniques available to us. To this end, we need to consider completion of the Planetary Transit System, which will provide growth for small bases, and a much needed boost to morale at these same bases, which typically have the fewest resources and are the most vulnerable to such unrest.”

“An excellent suggestion, Director,” Morgan said. “See that both are entered into the record. Any other recommendations to the Parliament?”

No one spoke up.

“Our treasury is at a low ebb,” Morgan said. “Although our surplus is still ample, we need to consider ways to enhance this output, or grow our way out of this decline. I put it to this Board to consider this issue.”

*~*~*~*

Two sectors east of Sparta Command on the main highway between Bunker 118 and Sparta Command, SPARTA-2208

Santiago had been dozing in the back seat of the rover for several hours now. The four rovers that made up her escort had been traveling around the clock since leaving Bunker 118 in order to get back to Sparta Command as quickly as possible. Santiago herself had taken the midnight to four driving shift and now she was getting some needed sleep.

“Colonel, I have an urgent flash report for your eyes only coming in now!” Santiago quickly woke up and nodded to her aide Longstreet who was sitting next to the driver.

”Send it through.” She reached over and pulled the consol over to her and activated the screen and the message popped up.

TO: Colonel Santiago
FROM: Commandant Fitz-Wallace – Bunker 118
Subject: Peacekeeper redeployment

SFS WARSPITE discovered that Peacekeeper troops had moved into the fungus sector northwest of Fort Ticonderoga. SFS WARSPITE was able to bombard a Peacekeeper armored infantry regiment and an unarmored rover regiment. Significant damage was inflicted on both units. Estimate 30% damage to rover regiment and 10% on infantry. I have ordered the captain of the WARSPITE to continue bombardment when possible to weaken forces in vicinity of Fort Ticonderoga. At this time I see no reason to change invasion plans due to this development. In three turns our troops will land on the beaches and that should give WARSPITE even more time to weaken the Peacekeeper forces hiding in the fungus next to the invasion site. Unless I am informed otherwise I will hold to the invasion plan as discussed. Current redeployment of Peacekeeper forces do not effect our planning.

Commandant Reginald Fitz-Wallace

Santiago re-read the message again and then deleted it. Then she quickly sent a response back to Fitz-Wallace.

FROM: Colonel Corazon Santiago
TO: Commandant Fitz-Wallace

REF: Invasion plans

I commend your use of naval artillery to harass and weaken enemy. I agree that at this time I seen no reason to deviate from plan. Command had anticipated the possibility that Pravin Lal might order his troops into the open. You should take this opportunity to destroy his forces in the open. The siege of Fort Ticonderoga can wait if you feel it more prudent to eliminate Peacekeeper forces in the field. Second wave of invasion can deal with base. However, all attacks must be swift and coordinated so that our end goal is achieved, the capture of the Peacekeeper capital and the Peacekeeper advanced command and control center.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Santiago hit the send button and then eased herself back into the chair while pushing the consol back into position. She was still confident of the eventual outcome of the conflict but everything was so dependent upon time. If the invasion force failed to secure the old Spartan cities quickly enough then Lal would have time to react and build a counter force to throw the Spartans back. Time! That was the key. Fitz-Wallace’s forces had to capture the cities with a minimum loss of manpower and equipment. The whole invasion would be for nothing if they failed to achieve the capture of Pravin’s capital. That was the key, the capture of Pravin’s capital. With the loss of that advanced command and control complex his forces would be incredibly weak. Santiago looked over at the mounting pile of reports and requests that she had promised to read and decide upon before her return however she just could not muster the mental energy to do it. Most of them were from Boothe and her department concerning production schedules, resource allocation requests and others. The one report she did read was the report by Gregovich and Boothe about Dircector Morgan’s empathetic spies and the likelihood that Morgan might be selling information to Lal. That would certainly explain a great deal as to how Lal seemed to be anticipating some of their moves. She still had not decided how to deal with that, yet. She closed her eyes and decided sleep was the best course of action now.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2108

“Lady Skye, I am absolutely delighted that we have come to such a magnanimous understanding. I am sure the Pact between our two peoples will be fruitful, and that this harmony will grow into something greater, perhaps much greater.”

Deirdre Skye smiled at Directory Morgan. “Yes, our relationship has been most fruitful, especially with the ‘gifts’ you have granted us. That, more than anything else, helped convince those on my Council that you were not as venal as we might have thought.”

“Most assuredly not,” Morgan said, chuckling a little. “We never have hostile intent toward anyone, let me assure you, least of all a people as inclined to peace as yours are. I am sure we will come to know each other quite well in the near future.”

Deirdre paused with that last statement. “I am sure we will. And I hope we can Walk with Planet together.”

Walk with Planet? Morgan thought. [/I]What is the significance of this statement? I must know![/I]

“As do I,” Morgan said without missing a beat. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No,” Dee said. “We’ll be downloading our maps. I hope you’ll do the same as soon as possible.”

“Of course,” Morgan stated. “Consider it done. Good Day, Lady Skye.”

“Take care, Nwabudike,” Dee said as she signed off.

Morgan looked at the blank holo grid, faintly annoyed. No one called him ‘Nwabudike’ except his close associates. But then, the Morganites were not pacted with the Gaians, as strange as that sounded.

This was a coup, no doubt about it. The energy windfall from trade alone was one third of their current surplus, and that was not insubstantial. Let Santiago keep her loan for a while – the Morganite economy would generate more than those measly 100 megacredits in one year.

It could all go south, though. Morgan had few illusions that the Pact would last – Morganite and Gaian philosophies were disparate, to say the least. What could be said is that, for the moment, they were traveling down the same road.

What was not clear is when, and under what circumstances, those roads would diverge.

*~*~*~*~

Harbor observation tower, Bunker 118, SPARTA-2209

The last transport for the invasion had rounded the north side of the harbor hills during the morning hours. While it closed the distance to Bunker 118 many of the soldiers of the invasion force had wandered towards the sentry/observation tower to get a glimpse. Just to the south anchored near the embarkation area were the other two transports of the invasion force. As soon as the last transport reached the anchorage area of the invasion fleet barges would begin loading the rovers and infantry regiments on the transports. Standing in observation tower stood Commandant Fitz-Wallace with his command staff and commanders of the various elements of the invasion force. Fitz-Wallace stood near the edge of the railing watching the transport come closer through mag-glasses.

“Order your men to begin loading this turn and by next turn they will be on Macedonia. As soon as I am done here I will transfer command to the WARSPITE to coordinate the invasion from there. What is the latest from her captain?” Fitz-Wallace asked as he continued to watch the transport.

“Commandant, the WARSPITE reports that they completed another bombardment of the coast and from the damage assessment reports the Peacekeeper rover regiment is down to half strength. However, another infantry regiment has been spotted to the north but it is only a scout regiment. No sign yet of any heavier units.” One of the aides reported promptly.

“Excellent. Send the following report to Colonel Santiago and the High Command at Sparta. Transport has arrived and will begin loading of troops as soon as possible. Expect to land invasion force the following turn.” Fitz-Wallace turned to face the assembled staff. “Okay gentlemen lets get down from her and get the men aboard!”

All of them began to thump each other on the back and smile as they walked to the elevator area to make the descent. This was what being a Spartan was all about the thrill of the battle to come and the comradeship of fellow soldiers on the night of a great struggle. The Spartan soldier was about to go to war…

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2209

“And with the cutting of this ribbon,” Morgan said as he positioned an oversized gold plated scissors across a wide, red ribbon, “I officially open the first Research Hospital on Chiron!”

Morgan drew back the handles with a flourish, and then brought the blades together. The ribbon parted, each side fluttering to the ground. The large audience started clapping, and Morgan turned around to wave. An aid took the scissors and spirited them off stage.

Morgan was perfectly happy to let the crowd continue to clap, absorbing the energy of all those enthusiastic workers and managers. Of course, all were dressed to a T, as was befitting this grand event.

“Who would have thought,” Morgan started, “that in a mere hundred years that we could progress from feeble beginnings, and barely scratching a living from the unforgiving soil, to tall and proud cities that fairly crackle with energy and vitality! This is a symbol of that dynamism, and I predict it will not be the last. No, we will build a society so grand, so vigorous, that the rest of those on Planet will come to understand that our way of life is to be valued, even treasured. We can lead this tattered remnant of humanity to all the glories we squandered back on Earth! We will do more than survive; we will prosper! Our works will speak for themselves, as they already do!

“But, I digress. That is the future, and this is today. I wish to honor the leaders and managers that enabled us to reach this pinnacle of achievement! Let me introduce Ms. Lu Lee, senior project manager at Morgan PolyEngineering!”

The crowd clapped, and Ms. Lee stood to take her bow.

“Next, the able administrator of Morgan Industries, Mr. Warren Sihg…”

Morgan continued, introducing each member with distinction. He knew this would be a day to remember and was determined to make the best of it, both for them and the Tri-Vee cameras that were recording the event.

As usual, Morgan had bigger plans than a ribbon cutting. This ‘event’ would be broadcast all over Chiron. All would see this grand structure, the first of its kind on Chiron.

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One sector east of Bunker 188 on board the SFS WARSPITE, SPARTA-2210

Fitz-Wallace watched the squadron of three transports sailing just south of the WARSPITE on calm seas from the starboard side observation deck. It had taken some time to get the three rover regiments, the mechanized infantry regiment and the two espionage teams loaded with all of their equipment, food and support material. Now it was just a matter of a few more days before they sighted land and the beaches they would land at. WARSPITE would soon leave the convoy and make a sprint towards the coastline and lay down the first of several coastal bombardments to prepare the way for the invasion. The last intelligence report he had gotten from Santiago was that the rover regiment that had been guarding the beaches had been shifted inland and had taken up a defensive position around Fort Ticonderoga. The remaining infantry regiment was still hiding in the fungus sector but it too had suffered considerable damage and they had lost a full third of their men. What still amazed him was the depth and detail of intelligence that the High Command sent him. How they got it made little difference to him but he was sure that the men and women of the special operations group that were sailing on the AJAX had something to do with it.

“Commandant, the captains of the transports ACHILLIES, AGEMEMNON and AJAX all report they have sighted the coast and they have alerted each of the commanders of the regiments they are transporting that the landing will take place within 24 hours.” The signalman stood there waiting for a response.

“Send the following reply. All ships to land troops at 0:400hrs tomorrow night at designated area. One hour prior to the landing the WARSPITE will commence a naval bombardment to cover the approach. No change in the invasion plan as of now. After the receipt of this message all ships to maintain radio silence until after the landings have been completed. Cry HAVOC and let slip the dogs of war!” The signalman quickly jotted the information down all the time smiling with pride. He then saluted his commandant and turned and left.

The invasion was on. His fortune now was tied to the men and women who now sailed into harms way. He had trained them for years now and if they were not ready to handle this then no one could. Fitz-Wallace looked to the stern where Sparta was. Back there were more troops ready to go and as soon as the transports unloaded their precious cargo they would quickly sail back to get even more troops and equipment. However, he would not be going back, he would be going in with the men and women of the invasion force…



War Room, main command center of Sparta Command, SPARTA-2210

Santiago stood silently over the large holo-map table watching intently as the four tiny ships on the map edged closer and closer to coastline of Macedonia. She had been here for days neglecting her other duties to monitor the situation with the invasion force. She studied each new piece of information or intelligence or radio intercept that came into the command center. There was not a single aspect of the invasion she did not know intimately.

“Colonel, you really should give yourself a break.” Mannsfield had quietly stepped beside her while she was watching the map. “If anything you really need to sit down with Director Boothe and her staff and review next years production schedules and the treasury report must be approved.”

“Director Boothe can wait! I have no intention of leaving now just so I can sit through a week of meetings with her bean counters and paper pushers.” Santiago turned and walked over to the larger wall map of Sparta and surrounding area while Mannsfield followed discreetly behind her.

“Colonel, if I may.” Mannsfield put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a computer disc. “On this disc is a proposal I wish for you to review. On it you will find my recommendation that Sparta form a governing council of elected citizens who could manage the non-military affairs of Sparta.”

Santiago turned on Mannsfield while grabbing the disc from his grasp. “This could be your death warrant Mannsfield. Why would you even think to propose such a thing, turning Sparta into a democracy.”

“Colonel it is clear to anyone who can see that while our society still grows it is not a healthy growth. Our economic system is stagnating our creativity and productiveness to such an extent that we are trapped in an endless cycle of stagnation. What I am proposing is that our society is too large for any one person alone to guide it. Even Caesar had the Imperial Senate of Rome. In many ways the new government I propose shares many of the same aspects and qualities. Every city in the Spartan Federation will elect three delegates to the Supreme Federation Council that will be responsible for setting social and economic policy throughout Sparta. The Supreme Council will then forward for your approval a Pro-Consul candidate who will be responsible for running the Consul and managing domestic policy. You will hold supreme military authority and act as final arbiter of all disputes within the Consul and have veto power over any legislation sent to you for approval.” Mannsfield waited and watched as Santiago continued to struggle with the idea. For nearly a 100 turns she had ruled Sparta and guided her but now even she knew in her heart of hearts that she could not longer carry the burden herself. She had even earlier discussed the idea of implementing a secret police force to control the growing population of Sparta but that created even more problems and it did not solve the one issue she wanted resolution to, freeing her from the endless paperwork and useless discussions that plagued her days. She knew Sparta would never be the economic giant that the Morganites were or the scientific geniuses that the University was but she could turn Sparta into the greatest military power of them all, if she had the time.

“How could we do this?”

“Currently, we lack the financial resources to make the change without reducing our treasury. I had thought we could sell the technology on gatling lasers to Director Morgan who could use them very effectively against the Cyborgs, a win-win for us both. We could have him pay us 100 credits but only take 50 credits and use the other 50 to pay down our loan. With 50 mega-credits we can make the switch to a democracy. Then it would only take a turn to organize the elections amongst the citizens of Sparta and then form the council.”

“Only citizens, right? No civilians could vote or hold a seat.” Santiago asked.

“Yes. However, I fear that in time some civilians might demand the right to vote but that is an issue we can deal with latter.” Mannsfield quickly replied.

“WE can deal with?” Santiago replied.

“Yes Colonel, we. I do not wish to serve in active duty anymore. I am tired of the military and this old soldier has found that dealing with building a new society can be more challenging. I would seek the office of Pro-Consul.” Mannsfield replied in a quiet and subdued voice.

“I thought as much. For some time you have not been yourself, the man I remembered so long ago. As your last act before retirement and joining the ranks of a citizen I want you to contact Morgan and see if he will make the exchange.” Santiago turned back to the map a clear sign she wished no further discussion on the matter.

Mannsfield turned and went back to his office to make a call.


Director Morgan,

I have been authorized by Colonel Santiago to make the following offer. We would be willing to sell our technology on gatling lasers for the amount of 100 mega-credits. We would only wish 50 credits to be transferred to us while the remaining 50 credits would be applied to our loan. If this is acceptable to you please inform us as soon as possible.

Lieutenant Colonel Mannsfield

Executive Officer and Chief of Military Operations of the Spartan Federation.

*~*~*~*~

Morgan Industries, MY 2210

Coronal Mannsfield,

I am pleased to accept your offer to sell us your technology on Superconductors for the sum of 100 megacredits. Your suggestion that 50 megacredits be paid in immediately and that the rest be applied to the balance of the Spartan 150 megacredit load is also acceptable. The sum of 50 megacredits is attached to this message, and the transfer will be accepted when the technology transfer has been approved. At that point the balance the Morganite loan to the Spartans will be 100 credits. Your technology will be of great assistance to us in our efforts to defend ourselves against the predations of the Cyborgs, and I can only assume that the princely sum of 50 megacredits will be put to good use.

Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Morgan finished his message to the Spartans and sent it on its way. The Executive Council and Board had already been appraised of this latest Spartan offer, and they were in full agreement that this was a fair trade. The Hive had extorted 250 megacredits for their technology Doctrine: Loyalty. At that price it was hardly worth it, but with a protracted war on with the Cyborgs any technology would be helpful.

Another thing had been bothering him. Why had this Mannsfield contacted him? He was a senior member of Santiago’s staff, but in the past it had been clear that Santiago was in control, especially in diplomacy and an important trade such as this. Evidently this would take more serious thought.

Morgan then turned to the summaries that had been thoughtfully prepared by Elaine. It was abundantly clear that none of the other factions had the vaguest notion about how to structure an economy. They were all backward, even when running a Free Market economy. Now, it was true that the 16 Morganite bases were prestigiously productive economically, even if they did suffer from an initial industrial penalty. This last problem had been more than solved with the use of supply crawlers, which were put to prolific use. In fact, there were almost no developed terrain that was not harvested for its resources and the race was on to build more terraformers to improve more territory.

But, when would this change? The pressures of the Cyborgs made it abundantly clear that the other factions were not stupid, and that some were inclined to take what they couldn’t build. Morgan understood this; it was the weak verses the strong, as always. The problem is that these same headstrong bullies would soon turn their greedy eyes toward the lofty spires of Morgan Industries. That was unacceptable.

One sector west of Fort Ticonderoga, Macedonia, SPARTA 2211

Fitz-Wallace slowly walked over the battleground trying to avoid the bodies of the dead Peacekeepers. Since landing the Spartans had wiped out three full regiments of Peacekeeper soldiers with hardly sustaining any damage. However, the battles had delayed them and cost them precious time. The time table to capture the old Spartan city of Fort Ticonderoga had been thrown off by nearly a full turn.

“Commandant, Colonel Santiago wants a status report.” Major Hansen waited patiently with the communication set as Fitz-Wallace walked over.

“Colonel, this is Fitz-Wallace. Nearly all of the infantry and rover regiments protecting Fort Ticonderoga have been wiped out. There is one small infantry unit to the north but it should not be too much of a problem. We will move in shortly and occupy Fort Ticonderoga and await reinforcements before moving on to Fort Apache.”

“Commandant. I suggest you kick your men into high gear and get them rolling. More reinforcements are coming to you but you need to move quickly. Now that you are there Pravin has ordered his production facilities to build impact infantry units at nearly every city. In short order if he presses you will find yourself outnumbered. You need to move as quickly as possible to smash down his forces before he can regroup and strike back, is that clear!” Santiago’s tone did not indicate this was a debatable subject.

“Clear Colonel. We have suffered only minor damage and the 2nd M.A.R.s regiment did take 50% damage due to a minefield they had to clear while assaulting the base. However, I see no reason why next turn we can not move out and take Fort Apache in the same turn as we do Fort Ticonderoga.”

“Make sure you just move! I am working with Pro-Consul Mannsfield to coordinate more resources for your invasion. You will soon have more highly trained and equipped troops than Pravin. Remember to rely on your training first though. Santiago out.”

Fitz-Wallace shut the link down and turned to face the outskirts of the city. Dead bodies littered the approach to the city but that was all there was left to protect it, dead bodies. He slowly waved his hand and the 1st heavy assault rovers began to move forward towards victory.


Director Morgan,

As agreed to you will find attached our files on gatling weapons. They should prove very effective against the Cyborgs in defending your cities. Since I have been told that your business operatives have amongst them several unique individuals I am sure you are now aware that the Spartans now have a limited form of democracy. I have been elected as first Pro-Consul to the Spartan Supreme Federation Consul. My authority covers a wide variety of areas but let me assure you that Colonel Santiago as Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation has the ultimate authority in our government. However, in matters of business or trade relations you may direct your inquires to me since Colonel Santiago is far to busy to handle such minor issues.

I hope in time we can forge a strong working relationship that will be both profitable and beneficial to both sides.


Mike Mannsfield

Pro-Consul to the Supreme Spartan Federation Consul

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2211

“I sympathize with your plight, Dr. Lal,” Morgan said. “I grieve for your people, and understand that they are under attack by the Spartans. But you have to understand my position. The Spartans have done we Morganites no harm, and they have been our friends. I cannot declare a vendetta against them. Moreover, even if we did they are a long way away from us. Remember, too, that they are a military power, and I am not.”

“Then you will do nothing as the Spartans attack and slaughter innocent civilians,” Pravin said. His voice rose a bit.

“There is nothing I can do, I’m afraid. It is unfortunate you did not choose to deal with us before, Pravin. Then we might have been able to talk to Santiago and persuade her to come to a just peace. In fact, I will ask her to halt her war against you at my next opportunity. But, there is the matter of the two Spartan bases you hold.”

“Our operatives liberated them after we were attacked by the Spartans!” Pravin said. “The people of those bases came over to our side of their own free will. They had tired of Santiago’s tyranny!”

“Yes,” Morgan said. “I’m sure they had.”

“At least aid us by gifting us armor technology,” Pravin said. He was more desperate now.

Morgan thought for a moment. His agreement with the Spartans said nothing about trading technology. This was definitely a gray area. Morgan decided to play his hand to see what he could get.

“That would be difficult,” Morgan said.

This cued in Pravin. “I can make it worth you while. I will transfer 50 megacredits to you in exchange for the armor technology.”

“That is a very low amount for such a valuable technology. It would aid you immeasurably,” Morgan said.

Pravin started to get agitated.

“But, in the interests of good will, I will agree,” Morgan said at last.

Dr. Lal looked relieved. Then he decided to roll the dice again. “Perhaps you would consider selling Polymorphic Software? Artillery would be of great use in our struggles against Santiago.”

Morgan drew the moment out. “Yes,” he said, “I think that can be arranged…”

*~*~*~*

Pro-Consul Mannsfield,

Dr. Pravin Lal of the Peacekeepers, with whom the Spartan Federation is in a state of hostilities, recently contacted me. He has asked that I act as a third party in the effort to bring your two peoples to a just peace. As I understand it, the Spartan Federation is pressing this vendetta, which the Peacekeepers wish to end amiably. Dr. Lal seemed most insistent on this point.

It would be most beneficial for me to understand the Spartan position on this state of hostilities between the Spartan Federation and the Peacekeepers. Specifically, I am interested in what conditions would be required for the Spartans to agree to a peace treaty, and a time frame that might be desired. Dr. Lal has already outlined his position.

Coronal Santiago’s efforts to broker a peace between the Morganites and the Cyborgs were appreciated, even if the Cyborgs didn’t hold their end of the short-lived end to hostilities. I am now returning the favor with the hope that the outcome will be more lasting and advantageous to both sides.

Sincerely,
Director Morgan

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Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2212

Director Morgan,

Perhaps Pro-Consul Mannsfield was not clear enough in his last transmission to you in that his authority is limited to the management of the economic and social systems of Sparta. In affairs of state I still hold ultimate power as well as supreme command of the combined armies of the Spartan Federation.

Your proposal to explore terms by which peace can be negotiated between the Peacekeepers and us is rejected. I intend to negotiate my own peace terms to Pravin Lal the next time I see him. I see no reason at this point to even consider a negotiated truce until I have recaptured all of the former Spartan cities in Macedonia. Even then I doubt any truce could be worked out since I find Pravin Lal to be a dishonorable man who is a coward and thief.

Now that we have dispensed with that we can address another subject, the sale of certain technologies to the Peacekeepers. I find it a serious breach in our relationship that at the time we are engaged in liberating former Spartan cities from Pravin’s tyrannical rule you take the opportunity to sell him highly sensitive military technology. We sold or traded or even gifted you technology to aid you in your struggle against the Cyborgs and to help you defend your people against the mind worms and this is how you repay us! While the other factions on this planet scorned you we accepted you and worked to build a friendship and now you do something like this for nothing more than money! We Spartans have refused the many advances and propositions by the Cyborg leader for technology that decades ago could have been used against you at a time when your forces and people could have been easy prey. A less than honorable person would have done that but not us. So should we now sell technology and make a treaty with the Cyborg leader, the answer is no. While your actions smack of treason we Spartans still know honor! We will not aid your enemy to spite you or to gain a few extra mega-credits.

It is clear that you profited greatly from the selling of certain technologies to the Peacekeepers. Pro-Consul Mannsfield suggests the sum of 100 mega-credits found there way into your pockets. Since we seek an honorable means to right this injustice you visited upon us so I declare that the amount we owe you from the loan you extended to us is now forfeit. This is the price you pay for profiting from a war that you should not be involved in.

I take this action with no pleasure but it is the only way I know of to seek an honorable end to the situation you created. Perhaps we both can learn from this costly lesson and in the future seek more honorable means to achieve peace or prosperity on Chiron.

For now I see no reason to end our treaty of friendship over one issue however you I wish to remind you again of the terms of our treaty:

Council chambers – command center, Sparta Command, SPARTA 2205

Director Morgan,

I have considered your offer of an alliance, treaty of friendship, at this time. Please send the appropriate documentation for us to review and we will approve it, if it is acceptable. We also considered your offer of 50 mega-credits as appropriate compensation and as such will accept them as well. Of course, you understand that this is not to be viewed as a payment, rather than a gift, such as the technology we gifted you some time ago.

I do have to make one point that if you should accept our alliance, our treaty of friendship, you make this agreement with the understanding that you can not make one with Pravin Lal, or at least until Sparta and the Peacekeepers resolve their dispute. Simply put you can not be our partner and Pravin Lals at the same time. If you can not accept this minor stipulation then for now we will consider this agreement tabled and pursue other partners who understand our situation. However, I think you will clearly see that is more “advantageous” to be our friend rather than Pravins.

Your response to my proposal indicates that you accepted my proposal in full and in fact I agreed to further stipulations you placed on the agreement as well as you can see below:

Morgan Industries, MY 2104

Coronal,

I cannot in good conscience take any side in your conflict with the Peacekeepers. Morganite forces were not present to witness events and, as a result, all I have is your word against that of Pravin. There is some circumstantial evidence, but that is currently under advisement and no conclusions have yet been reached. I must say that I find it surprising that two Spartan bases fell so quickly, and any explanation you might give may be illuminating.

You will find that I have attached Centauri Empathy and Industrial Automation and pre-approved the transfer. I will remind you that Industrial Automation does come with strings: a pledge by the Spartans not to complete the Planetary Transit System project. If you cannot make this pledge I will understand and we will have to renegotiate terms. I will look forward to future trades, since they are beneficial to both our peoples.

The initial theories provided by the Centauri Empathy are compelling, even if I do not particularly like what they suggest. I am willing to keep an open mind, however, since it is my belief that an open mind can use data and situations to the best advantage: I dislike overly ridged paradigms, and one must be adaptable to circumstances. In my experience that is the key to survival.

I have been authorized by the Morganite Board of Directors to again offer a treaty of friendship to the Spartan people. If you review this proposal I think you will find that you will benefit from trade, particularly since you have some large and well-developed bases. Since I understand there are significant bureaucratic costs I am ready to compensate you people, and our best estimates are that 50 mega credits should be sufficient to cover your startup costs.

And let me remind you of your final agreement:

Coronal Santiago,

I am delighted we could come to terms on a treaty of friendship. I have attached the 50 mega credits startup fee to this transmission, as promised, and I have pre-approved the agreement to expedite the transfer. I trust it will be to your approval.

As you can clearly see that your treaty with the Peacekeepers and the profits you reap from that treaty is in direct violation of our treaty. So I await your response as to how you plan on dealing with this situation. I for one wish that you had never created it but greed can always be a compelling force. The forfeiting of the loan only compensates us for the immediate damage you did to us but does nothing to rectify the violation of our treaty. I await your response to this issue with great interest.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation, Sparta Command




Santiago hit the send button and looked up at Mannsfield.

“So what do you think Pro-Consul?”

“Colonel, we certainly have a very strong case, there can be no doubt to that. I do worry about the arbitrary manner in which you voided the loan agreement. I can tell you that the Morganites hold great store in their business agreements. The fact you just canceled one will send a strong message to be sure.” Mannsfield adjusted his light gray suit as he shifted in his chair. The “uniform” of the new citizen council was a simple thing a very light gray suit with black pants with a red and gold cross-sash that was worn diagonally over the shoulder.

“I agree Mannsfield but we lost a major edge in our war with the Peacekeepers. Already Lal is building pulse-plasma armor for his equipment and troops. If he completes a major upgrade our war will go badly and it will be protracted. Something I am sure the treasury will not like, I am correct, yes?”

“Too true Colonel. However, perhaps a negotiated peace might be useful then?”

“NO! Never! I will not make peace with Lal until the advantage is ours and ours alone. When his forces are weakened when we take several of his cities then he will know the taste of defeat and then we can discuss peace.”

Mannsfield simply sat there for a few minutes and then stood up. “Thank you Colonel. I think we are done here. The war will continue for now and we will support it the best way we can.” He turned and walked from the room while Santiago watched him trying to analyze his last statement.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2212

Coronal Santiago,

It is unfortunate you chose to default on the loan we generously granted your people. It is the opinion of the Board of Directors and the Parliament that this action was rash and unjustified. Moreover, it has degraded the Spartan credit rating to a degree that further loans will be impossible until this issue is resolved satisfactorily.

Your claim that the sale of technology by the Morganites to the Peacekeepers is against the terms of our agreement is specious. There is no text in our agreement that precludes any direct business dealing between the Peacekeepers and Morganites. I suggest that in the future you be clearer when you draw up a contract.

I am entirely unclear on your basis for second accusation. You make generous use of quotations of previous documents, but your point has not been made. Please clarify.

Your wholesale rejection of peace talks with Pravin is also disturbing since it speaks to a warlike nature that exceeds the need to recoup losses. Recovering your lost bases is understandable, even if the pretext for those losses implies hostile acts on your part. I can also understand the need for a forward defense. However, your recent statements suggest a more belligerent attitude. ‘Honor’ can be used to justify many things, not all of which are wholesome or just. Be wary of where that line of thought might lead.

Director Morgan

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Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2213

Director Morgan,

Your are correct in your statement that the “letter” of the agreement does not spell out any specific terms in which you can or cannot sell technology. However, our treaty does state very clearly that by accepting a treaty of friendship with the Spartans YOU CAN NOT DO SO WITH THE PEACEKEEPERS! All one has to do is re-read the pertinent paragraphs that clearly state that if you accept a treaty of friendship with the Spartans you can not do so with the Peacekeepers as clearly shown below!

I do have to make one point that if you should accept our alliance, our treaty of friendship, you make this agreement with the understanding that you can not make one with Pravin Lal, or at least until Sparta and the Peacekeepers resolve their dispute. Simply put you can not be our partner and Pravin Lals at the same time. If you can not accept this minor stipulation then for now we will consider this agreement tabled and pursue other partners who understand our situation. However, I think you will clearly see that is more “advantageous” to be our friend rather than Pravins.

Our intelligence clearly shows that you have made such a treaty, do not deny it!!

Your treaty helped secure lucrative business dealings with the Peacekeepers that added wealth to your coffers and sensitive military technology to the Peacekeeper war machine. If you can somehow “clarify” how a treaty of friendship with the Peacekeepers is in keeping with the agreed upon terms of our treaty then please inform me! The only other solution we can agree to is the dissolution of our treaty which will free you once again to seek business dealings with anyone you freely choose to do so. In signing this treaty you offered 50 mega-credits as compensation for administrative costs. The ending of said treaty would cost you another 50 mega-credits that you could deduct from our loan and then we would begin paying you immediately the sum of three mega-credits per turn until we have paid you a sum of 50 mega-credits, the outstanding balance on our loan. We honor our agreements but we will not be taken advantage of by you or anyone else.

As to the issue of Pravin Lal and the Peacekeepers, one, it does not concern you. You do not have a stake in our disagreement and as such we do not see that it concerns you. Two, we have merely “reclaimed” our original colonies on Macedonia that were captured by Pravin and his thieves. These colonies have now been restored. As of now we seek no further retribution but should Pravin try to retake these cities he will pay the consequences by losing one of his, each and every time he tries we will then move to take one of his. Each time a Peacekeeper soldier attacks our stalwart defenders he will pay a price and that price will be a city of his.

You should remember that we Spartans have stood next to you when the Cyborgs attacked you nearly 50 turns ago. We have sold or gifted you vital military technology that has kept you on par or given you a superior position with the Cyborgs. We have been vital trading allies as well and we both prosper from these dealings so if you wish to jeopardize them it is your actions that do so not ours.

Lastly, as I stated earlier peace talks are now up to Pravin Lal. We have recaptured our lost cities, our primary goal in this expedition. If he continues to attack then we will make him pay. If you now wish to explore peace talks and be the broker of those talks then by all means do so but be warned it will be at your expense, not ours. So you see we are not against peace but against a peace that is unfair or unequal to us.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation, Sparta Command




Fort Apache, Macedonia, SPARTA – 2213

Fitz-Wallace watched as the intelligence teams herded the Peacekeeper leaders who were formally in charge of Fort Apache along the wall next to the command center. Fitz-Wallace walked up to the leader of the base.

“You were in charge correct?”

The Peacekeeper made a slight sneer and said, “Yes.”

“Shoot him.” Fitz-Wallace robotically said and three intelligence soldiers pulled out laser pistols and shot him dead.

“The rest of you are free to return to Peacekeeper territory and make sure you inform Pravin Lal that SPARTA now is in charge here not him! Let this be a warning that in the future we will not tolerate any further attacks by his regime.” The intelligence team began herding them out again leaving Fitz-Wallace alone with the dead Peacekeeper civilian leader. He watched the man for several minutes and then reached down and yanked off the United Nations medallion he wore on his neck and looked at it. These Peacekeepers had lost thousands of soldiers now and untold amounts of equipment and the Spartans had only lost one rover regiment in the conflict and yet the Peacekeepers still kept fighting. The next step in the invasion plan was to let Pravin make the next move and use it as an excuse to move on his capital. It also gave the Spartans time to repair the damages and losses they had taken and rebuild their strategic and tactical position. They needed more troops to just secure the two bases let alone another three to four rovers along with a like amount of infantry units to support them. He knew Santiago would not like the request he was about to make but he had now choice. The Peacekeepers were tough when cornered and especially when they had good defenses to stiffen their resolve. Fitz-Wallace pocketed the medallion and walked back to the command center.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2213

“Director Morgan,” Prime Minister Rothchild said. “Can you clarify the accusation made by the Spartans. Is it true that we entered into a trade agreement with the Peacekeepers?”

“Apparently so, Prime minister,” Morgan said. “It seems that there was an error during our sale of technologies, and that this was construed as a ‘treaty’ by certain parties in our government and in the Peacekeeper government.”

The Prime Minister frowned. “And how will this issue be rectified? It seems that this significantly complicates our political situation with both the Peacekeepers and the Spartans. Putting us in the middle, as it were.”

“Yes, that is true,” Morgan said. “I propose that we acknowledge our error…”

“Your error,” the Prime Minister said. “Regardless of who made this slip, you are the person responsible according to Article 21, Subsection 2b of our Charter of Incorporation.”

“Very well. My error. I will offer Santiago the following advantageous deal. If she will agree to resume payments on our loan we will terminate our treat with the Peacekeepers. The amount of trade we gained in the interim will be ducted from what the Spartans owe on the balance of the loan.”

“We are liable to take a hit on our reputation by terminating our treaty with the Peacekeepers,” Minister Lawrence said. “That can hardly be a good for our long term interests.”

“I will be sure to mention that,” Morgan said.

“And what if Santiago refuses?” Minister Waylen asked.

“She has been more than difficult, and is free with her ‘deductions’ and ‘compensations’ in the past,” Morgan said. “I will have to make it clear that abrogation of our loan will permanently harm our relationship, as will random one-sided ‘deductions’, as she is inclined to do. Put in that light she might be inclined to view our agreement as fair, especially since material help from us to the Peacekeepers and the Hive would harm her cause and not be in her long term interests.”

“That is rather harsh,” Minister Lawrence said.

“I would not be so harsh in matters of diplomacy; it will be left unsaid but implied.”

“It seems we have come out the loser on most of our ‘deals’ with the Spartans in the past,” Minister Sihg said. “Would we be better off writing off the loan and the Spartans? I would hate to throw good energy after bad. They seem to be rather belligerent, regardless of our past dealings. In particular, Santiago seems to be more than volatile – hardly character traits in a leader to be trusted.”

“I think it is too early to write off the Spartans as business partners,” Morgan said. “There is still a chance we may find a reasonable middle ground.”

“And if Pravin Lal refuses to allow the treaty to be rescinded? Or refuses to talk to us?” the Prime Minister said.

“That is a potential problem,” Morgan said.

“Yes,” Rothchild said. “There are lots of problems, and few solutions. I hope your recommendation succeeds.”

Morgan just nodded.

	01-02-2004 06:38									#43
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Coronal Santiago,

Upon review of our records it seems there was an error: a trade agreement was made between the Peacekeepers and the Morganites. Although the circumstances are still unclear it seems that parties in our governments construed the technology sale to the Peacekeepers as a trade agreement. We regret this error and will work to rectify the problem. This situation is a difficult one, and we offer the following solution. First, that we will terminate our treaty with the Peacekeepers. This will likely result in a loss in reputation; we are willing to accept this penalty. Second, we will deduct the trade profits for the duration of this treaty from the Spartan loan balance of 100 megacredits. This value has not been calculated to this point, but it can be if your government agrees.

Errors aside I want to be clear that the Morganite government view the unilateral abrogation of loans to be a serious matter. At this point your credit rating is in the ‘junk’ status, and will remain so until cause is given to revise it. If a mutual agreement is reached then this rating will be increased to at least ‘B’ status, and with that will come the potential for future dealings with your people.

The Morganites would be distressed if this error on our part will permanently damage our relationship. However, let me be clear that we have trade relations with other governments, most of which are favorably inclined toward us. It would be unfortunate if present circumstances gave cause for us re-evaluate our geo-political stances toward the other factions.

Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2214


Director Morgan,

I was most pleased by the response you gave in your last communication. As I expected once you realized the error that had been made I am sure you will move quickly to rectify the situation.

As I stated in previous communications we Spartans consider honor, loyalty and integrity as our most prized possessions so it was with great difficulty that we even issued the statement about the forfeiture of the loan. However, we clearly believe that someone on your staff entered into an illegal agreement with the Peacekeepers that increased your wealth and gave considerable aid and comfort to the Peacekeepers. So now that you have, in theory, acknowledged that a wrong has been committed upon us the matter of compensation is in order. First, as soon as an appropriate amount of compensation has been transferred to us then we will begin the resumption of payments on our loan. So the question before us is what form of compensation will it be? But before we discuss what that will be let us examine the damage that was done in order to craft the appropriate amount of compensation. I could go into great details about the aspects of the injustice that was done to us but that would serve little purpose. But we can simplify the issue very quickly. One, Pravin Lal gained two very valuable technologies, military technologies, he is now using against us. Two, you profited from the sale of those technologies and in the process you also entered into a treaty that allowed you to craft the sale along with increasing your trade surplus. I think that sums up the issue.
So here is our proposal. You transfer to Sparta two technologies. We will resume payment on our loan and you will also end your treaty of friendship with the Peacekeepers. We consider this a very equitable offer that compensates us for the long-term damage that your ill-devised treaty has caused us. Of course, we will listen to your counter offer but let me make one point clear, any offer must include your cancellation of the treaty with the Peacekeepers. We feel this is the most simple and straightforward way to handle this horrible issue that has come to stain our relationship. If for some reason you have a problem in transferring two technologies to us you might well remember that we Spartans “gifted” you several technologies shortly after we made contact with you as a sign of our future friendship. Consider this your payment to rebuild a weakened friendship rather than compensation for the grievous violation of the treaty. Once again I think you need only look at the geo-political reality on Chiron to see that Sparta would make a better friend than a foe. Let us hope as long time allies as well as trading partners that you will see that our offer is both fair and just.

I await your response.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation, Sparta Command

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2214

Coronal,

We need to be clear that there are two distinct issues before us. One is the terms of the Morganite-Spartan friendship treaty, and the other the transfer of technologies between the Morganites and Peacekeepers. To mingle these issues significantly impairs any equitable resolution.

The transfer of technologies was outside any treaty between our peoples. As such, it is not subject to the topic of ‘compensation’. The fact that we profited from this sale is academic since this transfer was not within the bounds of any agreement between us, nor was such an agreement ‘implied’, as you seem to suggest. No mention of this side agreement was made to us, and since we cannot directly read minds, this is a moot point.

We have offered terms as compensation for our error in effecting a friendship treaty to the Peacekeepers. It is equitable in that it compensates your people for any profit enjoyed by us during the term of this treaty. Moreover, we did say we would cancel our friendship treaty with the Peacekeepers. If I understand you correctly, you are demanding two technologies as compensation. This is excessive since we have not profited to a degree that would warrant such a transfer, nor, as mentioned above, was such a transfer illegal. We have already shown our good faith in acknowledging our error, and agreed to accept a diplomatic penalty that may incur when we terminate our treaty with the Peacekeepers. Since you have not given your opinion on our offer I cannot seriously consider your demand.

Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Morgan shunted his message to Coronal Santiago. That woman was really too much, and her demands were outrageous. Nwabudike had to restrain his missive from being much more pointed and he could tell his blood pressure rose just considering her demands. What was even more irritating is that Morganite trade with the Spartans war a relatively small thing and would not really be missed. It would be unfortunate if that income was lost, but Santiago was riding a fine line. In a grudging way he admired her; she was pushing for all she could. But, Morgan would only be pushed so far.

Now he had other matters that demanded his attention. There had been a major ecological disruption near Morgan Mines. It turns out there had been significant ecological pollution due to enormous mineral extraction, and that the strange native fungus had grown, destroying a forest. This was irritating since the energy lost lowered the scientific output at Morgan Collections, increasing research time by a year. This damage would have to be repaired, and a nearby former would be called in to remove the offending fungus.

Anther problem is that there were so many supply crawlers across Morganite territory that formers were not able to keep up with demand for improved territory. As a result, supply crawler production had slowed and finally halted. Infrastructure and some military units were now being constructed. Morgan was proud that his faction had over three times the infrastructure as any other faction. Soon the first batch of habitation complexes would be complete and his cities could grow beyond size four – a notable achievement. The only downside is that maintenance costs rose, but that was more than acceptable considering the benefits.

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2215


Director Morgan,

Your last communication has made it clear to me that you characterize our partnership as nothing more than a business one. I find that regrettable. I will make the following point clear and easy to understand and that is you aided our enemy. The selling of military technology to Pravin Lal will most likely cost many Spartan soldiers their lives. We promised to withhold such technology from the Cyborgs due to the fact that they were at war with you as a matter of respect to you and your people. I am also sure that by denying advanced weapon and armor designs the Cyborgs were not as aggressive as they could have been and in turn this saved lives. You could have sold them industrial or agricultural technology but you choose to sell them military technology. This was a reprehensible act!

As of now I have not seen any formal proposal by either you or your prime minister that addresses the fundamental issue of compensation. We offer a plan and you scoff at it but make no counter proposal. Also, you have yet to end your treaty with Pravin Lal that is in direct violation of our treaty! Each and every turn you profit from this as does Pravin Lal and his Peacekeepers. I would fully expect any compensation package to include not only the amount of energy you profited but the amount of mega-credits that Pravin Lal has reaped as well! My plan was a simple way by which we could quickly and cleanly end the issue of the treaty violation. So once again I will state the position of the Spartans clearly for you to understand. One, end your treaty with the Peacekeepers. Two, either transfer two technologies or the sum of the energy credits that has been generated by both you and the Peacekeepers from the start of your agreement or forward your own compensation plan for our review. Lastly, one you have completed steps one and two we will resume payments on our loan. I see no further need to discuss this issue with you unless you forward an official compensation plan. It is the Spartans that are the injured parties here, not Morgan Conglomerate! We give you two turns to complete a proposal and end your treaty with the Peacekeepers. If you do not do so then we declare vendetta on you since that is the only means by the terms of the treaty we can end our treaty and then we will offer the following turn a “blood truce” and both sides may be free to pursue other interests. I would regret having to take that action but it would be an action of last resorts. I am positive though a man of your business acumen can, I am sure, “get things done” before the due date nears and resolve this issue to both of our satisfactions.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation, Sparta Command.



Mannsfield watched as Santiago sent the message and waited for her to speak first.

“Well Mannsfield, what do you think he will do now?”

“Colonel, I am not sure. His reluctance to take “action” up to this point seems to indicate an unwillingness to resolve the situation. From my sources it seems Morgan acted without consultations with his prime minister and government. The resulting problems have become somewhat of a black eye for all concerned it seems. We have had several riots by civilians and citizens about this issue. Many Spartans feel that we were betrayed by Morgan at a time when we were involved in a conflict he had no right to interfere in let alone profit from and even worse aid a faction that was at war with your ally, or treaty brother. The council has not been very happy at all about this and many are demanding that we seek to ally ourselves with the Cyborgs and use that relationship to put pressure on Morgan and gain another trading partner.” Mannsfield replied quietly.

“No, no treaty with the Cyborgs. They can not be trusted.”

“Only just a few turns ago I would say you were correct Colonel that Morgan and Zakahorv would stand with us but now events seem to show they lack moral integrity as well.”

“That is not relevant. Our actions are and I will not play such a game of diplomacy that stinks of treachery. However, if we do not show some positive results soon the citizens will demand we do something. We are duty bound to due so to preserve our honor in this case if that is all we can salvage from this.” Santiago pushed some papers from her desk towards Mannsfield.

“Here is the report for you to take to the council. You can give them a report on the progress of the war.” Mannsfield picked them up and quickly looked through them.

“The loss of the SFS WARSPITE will not go over well in the council either. However, I think I can balance the loss with the stunning ground victories. It seems Fitz-Wallace is doing an excellent job in command over there.” Mannsfield replied.

“Yes, but the real challenge is about to come. As soon as we can get a few more troops into position I am ordering Fitz-Wallace to send in his espionage teams to breach the Peacekeepers walls so that our troops can make an assault on the Peacekeeper capital. Pravin’s new general seems to have learned from the errors of his predecessors and he is now building equipment and training troops that are nearly equal to ours. We need to take a chance on a bold move to shift the momentum of the war completely into our corner.”

“Colonel, what you are planning is very risky indeed and if it were to fail it could mean the loss of our restored colonies.”

“Failure is not an option now Mannsfield.”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2215

The Board of Directors and Executive Committee of the Parliament read Santiago’s diplomatic message. There were no happy, some unhappy, and some angry faces among the diverse assemblage of Morganite dignitaries.

“As you can see, Santiago’s reply is rather problematic,” Morgan said when he noticed most of the delegates to this special session had finished reading.

“Yes,” Rothchild said. “She wants us to give her 100 megacredits so she can pay us back 100 megacredits over 50 years, and then hold that loan over us like she has already done.”

“And she keeps bringing up the issue of technology sales, as if that were pertinent to this discussion,” Delegate Sihn said. “She isn’t slow, is she?”

“No,” Morgan said. “It is apparent she thinks differently than we do, however. She takes my department’s error personally, and demands a large payment to salve her pride.”

“Can we afford it?” Minister Lawrence asked.

“Easily,” Morgan said.

“Do you recommend we accept this deal?” Minister Lawrence continued.

Morgan was silent for a moment. “This error was mine, and I want to ensure we do not travel down a road we will later regret. Santiago has made it clear that we are to pay her 100 megacredits, sever our treaty with the Peacekeeper, compensate her for any gains we made with our treaty with the Peacekeepers, and then she will resume payment on the outstanding balance of the loan, the term of which is 50 years. She asks for a compensation package, but she has already made her terms and seems unwilling to compromise.”

Morgan paused again. “The real question is, do we value our relationship with the Spartans that we are willing to pay 100 megacredits extortion? In doing so we retain her trade, but lose that of the Peacekeepers. If we agree we pay a sum that it would take 12 years to make up in trade, but will eventually gain back our loan over 50 years. Either way we lose.”

“This is an unpleasant situation, Director,” Rothchild said. His voice was formal. He was speaking on the record. “We have benefited from your ability to craft working relationships with other factions, most notably the Gaians. It seems you have erred in this instance. But, we all have to take risks, and one of those risks is the potential for failure. It is equally clear that your judgment is sound far more often than it is not.

“I move that we not accept Santiago’s terms as they currently stand, and that you act to enhance other relationships where you find them to replace lost trade opportunities. Do any delegates wish to amend or second this resolution?” Rothchild asked.

A quick hale of seconds came, and no offers to amend.

Rothchild turned back to Morgan. “It is the decision of this Special Delegation that Director Morgan will continue to deal with other factions as he sees fit, with consultation with this body. Moreover, we recommend that the offer by Santiago not be approved, and that further conversations be initiated by Director Morgan as he sees fit.”

Morgan nodded. He wasn’t happy, but neither was he surprised.

“Now,” Rothchild said. “Director Morgan, the Parliament has approved allocating 10 percent of our budget to social enhancement. This will place a number of our cities in a state of Golden Age, facilitating enhance growth and economic production. With the completion of the habitation module it is anticipated that we will be experiencing a population boom. Certain cities will be given grants to complete their habitation complexes, and these cities will grow substantially soon. Additional grants will be made to control social unrest, and the facilities that allow this. Do you have any comment?”

“Other than to say I am delighted, no I do not,” Morgan said. He finally smiled since he had something to be happy about.

*~*~*~*

Coronal,

Your terms are clear, but unacceptable. Your continuance to mix treaty terms, non-treaty occurrences, and excessive compensation packages means that, although we would like to make things right, we cannot do so. In particular, your demand for 100 megacredits for violation of terms not subject to the treaty flies in the face of logic. From our point of view you are demanding that we pay 100 megacredits to you so you can pay us back 100 megacredits over a 50-year span, and then continue to hold this loan under threat of default.

If you reconsider the Board and I will happily entertain any new proposal. Our previous offer stands, and it is not immutable, as yours seems to be.

I want to personally apologize for this episode, and I regret that you have taken it personally. It is my hope we can work together and, in time, put this disagreement behind us.

Director Morgan

	01-02-2004 06:42									#44
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Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2216

Director Morgan,

Your last communication clearly exposed your position on this issue and for that I am thankful. It seems that the only form of redress I have for your failure to follow the terms of the treaty is to accept your terms. Now I have reviewed all of the past communications concerning the treaty violation and as I understand it your proposal is this. One, you end your treaty with the Peacekeepers effective immediately. Two, you will “calculate” the amount of revenue you have profited by from this treaty and deduct it from our outstanding loan. I think that is correct? Now, if you review my last communication I essentially offered the exact same agreement with the following addition that you also include in you calculations the amount of revenue the Peacekeepers received as well during the duration of the treaty. So if each tern your faction earned, for example, 12 mega-credits and the Peacekeepers earned 8 then the total amount would be 20 mega-credits per turn since the beginning of the treaty that would be deducted from our loan. We consider this last stipulation as both fair and just and within the bounds of our agreement since neither of you should have profited from this agreement. The inclusion of the Peacekeeper revenue as part of the compensation package is viewed more as punitive damages not compensatory and within the scope of the treaty violation since it pertains exactly to the benefit received from the treaty and nothing more. Since there is no higher legal authority I can bring this case to for arbitration I can only hope that you see the justice in our argument.

That is our current proposal to you and it will be our last. If you do not accept this in your following response then we will end our treaty with you on the following turn and accordingly default on our loan payment as the only form of compensation we can salvage. I have no wish to continue with this negotiation since it is clear that you do not see your actions in the same light as we do. It has become crystal clear to me that you cannot seem to grasp the indignation your selling of technology and the creation of the treaty with the Peacekeepers has created. The fact that we have a treaty of “friendship” would indicate a certain level of mutual respect and honor. Any action taken by either of us should at the minimum do no harm to the other partner. As I wrote earlier the sale of non-military technology would have been acceptable to us since it would in effect, do no direct harm to us. However, while we were engaged in the process of liberating our Spartan cities from Pravin’s grasp you choose to sell them highly advanced weapon technology that he has subsequently used to kill Spartan soldiers. Your actions in no way indicate your willingness to be our friend but rather our enemy. I understand that is a harsh statement but when I attend the funerals of fallen soldiers who bravely gave their lives in defense of our nation it is the only perception we have that seems to fit. It is especially hard for us to deal with when those soldiers died due to artillery fire or from the fact that their weapons were not effective as a direct result of your sale of pulse-plasma armor! If the Peacekeepers had acquired that technology from Chairman Yang or Aki-Zeta then it would make sense to us but when it was gained from our treaty friend, well, that creates an entirely different picture. I understand that technically and legally we are dealing with two separate issues here but the basis for our mutual friendship has been one of trust and respect. Your actions violated the spirit of the agreement and that is why I am so incensed about this whole situation because even a businessman has to understand that every contract has an implied meaning that can be as important as the actual wording itself.

In summation, we have made our last and final offer, a minor variation to your own proposal. If you do not accept the terms then we will end our treaty the following turn. We will then offer you a “blood truce” that you may or may not accept which will restore our relations to the same level as before.

Lastly, I wish to pass on to you a bit of news. I was able to make contact with Dr. Skye and her faction this last turn and it seems she was most grateful to learn that other people survived the crash. For some reason the other two factions she had contact with, you and the University, lead her to believe that the other factions on Chiron were “insignificant” and nor worth contacting. I am sure that this was the result of another miss-communication or oversight by someone on your staff. Regardless our talks were very productive and we signed a treaty of friendship. I then took it upon myself to bring her up to speed on the events on Chiron and she seemed very interested in your dispute with the Cyborgs. As part of my efforts to expand our friendship we were able to work out an arrangement and I sent her the communication frequency for the Cyborgs for a minor sum of mega-credits.

I for one still have a hard time excepting that life on Chiron has some sort of higher intelligence than we previously believed but Dr. Skye can be most convincing. What I did find illuminating was her evidence that seemed to indicate that the more ecological stress we place on Chiron the more the native life forms will react violently. For example she mentioned a recent event that occurred to one of your cities as a result of pollution that caused her great discomfort and emotional distress it seems. Perhaps Dr. Skye could offer you some assistance on this matter.

I leave you with this last thought. When you are considering our proposal you should remember that during those early days it was Sparta that offered its hand of friendship. While the University and Cyborgs treated you coldly and even declared war on you it was Sparta that was your first friend.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation, Sparta Command



Office of the Pro-Consul, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2216

Mannsfield watched as Director Boothe and assistant Director Smith walked into his office. Each day he had a meeting scheduled with both of them so that when the council meet later in the afternoon he would be prepared. The walked over to the large conference table in his office and sat down in their customary spots as he walked over and took his.

“Good morning to you both.”

“Good morning Pro-Consul.” Boothe and Smith replied.

“Well, what do we have today?”

Boothe pulled out a large binder and pushed it over to him while she pulled out an electronic PA.D. Mannsfield had never “taken” to the use of P.A.Ds and preferred the use of paper. “As you can see Pro-Consul the riots are still occurring with some alarming regularity. We are working hard to coordinate our specialists to help reduce tensions and the production schedules have been modified to build additional recreational outlets and holo-theaters/network nodes. However, the military continues to bump our production schedules so that more equipment can be built for the war. I suppose the good news is that even with the disruption in production we believe that the riots will soon end. Our specialists are doing a great job in helping our people to live healthy and happier lives. What I could suggest is that we allocate 10% of our treasury to increase services and support for these people. It would give us even greater stability.”

“I have mentioned that before but Colonel Santiago needs every mega-credit for the war effort right now. Should we find peace through one means or another with the Peacekeepers then we could like at your proposal again.” Mannsfield flipped the tab to the next section a clear sign to them now that the issue was closed.

“Okay, what’s next?”

“Pro-Consul the urgent need for more terra-formers. Your plan to send the Sparta terraformers to Macedonia is proceeding but what about Sparta? I know the need is urgent there but there is still much to be done here.” Boothe urgently replied. Since loosing the last three terraformers to the Peacekeepers had been a hard blow. They still never heard from the Peacekeepers as to what happened to the crews so they had to assume the worse.

“I will try and see if I can get two built out of Sparta Command and Bunker 118. However, until the war pressure eases up luxuries like terraformers will be hard to get approved. I have been told that Fitz-Wallace will send an escort to make sure the terraformers see no harm. Now, I suppose we should get down to the nuts and bolts lets see the treasury projections for next turn.” Mannsfield flipped to the next tab the sign that the discussion was closed, again.

Boothe glanced over at Smith and they locked eyes on each other and both of them knew that it would be just another wasted day of effort. The war was beginning to drag down all aspects of the Spartan economy and until the war reached a conclusion, either way, the Spartan people and economy would pay the price.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2216

“Director?” Elaine said as she peered into Morgan’s new office. “Remember the news you were waiting for?”

Morgan disengaged from his data emersion holo and looked at his assistant. “I am sorry Elaine. I was distracted. What did you say?”

“The news you were waiting for has come to pass,” she said with a slight smile on her face.

A smile appeared on Morgan’s face. “Truly outstanding! And has the effect been what was predicted?”

“Oh, yes,” Elaine said as she stared up her datapad, which projected a schematic of industrial production all across Morganite territory. There were a few notable spikes, and Morgan knew exactly what that meant.

“Ecological Engineering was all that it was said to be,” he said. “Look at that! Morgan Mines is producing 20 industrial units! And the many of the other bases harvesting from our mines are doing likewise, although not nearly as prolifically. There still is this worrisome pollution, however,” he said, pointing at tell-tales that were known precursors to fungal outbreaks.

“But,” he said, “that is a small thought. Here, I have something to show you. The Coronal came through with a counter offer, and I was examining it as you entered. What to you think?” he said as he handed her the simulation.

She put it on, took a brief moment to orient herself, and then dug in. “It looks like she recinded her demand for 100 megacredits and asked…” Elaine paused. “She asked nothing in return?”

“Not quite nothing,” Morgan said. “She demanded that we compensate her for trade the Peacekeepers made during our friendship treaty. But, since they made no profit the Spartans will get compensated for nothing.”

Elaine nodded absently as she continued to pore over the data. “And our payment will be?”

“The treaty was effective in MY 2212. It will terminate on MY 2217. That equals five years of trade, which we profited to the amount of 9 megacredits per year. That yields 45 megacredits, which will be deducted from our loan to the Spartans, if we agree.”

Elaine took off the headset. “What are you going to do?”

“I am still pondering that very question. If we terminate our relationship, and great diplomatic cost, with the Peacekeepers we will lose 9 megacredits a year. If we do not then the Spartans were terminate our trade treaty, which will result in a similar loss. The only benefit is we would get our remaining loan with a balance of 55 megacredits back at 3 megacredits per year.”

“You will be cutting the Peacekeepers loose, and abandoning them to the tender mercies of the Spartans. She’ll eventually cut them to ribbons, you know,” Elaine said.

“Yes,” Morgan said. “And they will likely do that regardless of who is their business partner. I am inclined to accept Santiago’s offer, to take effect in the next year.”

Elaine put the headgear down on the desk. “Good luck, sir. Just don’t let her change the terms again.”

*!~*~*~*~*

Dear Coronal Santiago,

I have reviewed your latest offer and, assuming I understand it, I accept. In the coming year we will terminate our friendship treaty with the Peacekeepers, ending our trade agreement with them. As compensation to you we have calculated the amount of trade gained by the Peacekeepers and us. We profited at a rate of 9 megacredits per year over 5 years, from MY 2212 to MY 2217. This yields a total of 45 megacredits. The Peacekeepers profited not at all due to their primitive economic system. This deviance will be applied to your loan, resulting in a balance of 55 megacredits to be paid in 3 credit increments per year until the loan comes to term.

I invite you to confirm this understanding so that its elements can take effect. I am glad we have come to terms, and look forward to an amiable relationship in the future.

Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2218


Director Morgan,

Sparta agrees to the terms and conditions as detailed in your last transmission to end the current diplomatic dispute between our two nations. Once we confirm that you no longer have a treaty with the Peacekeepers we will resume payment on the balance of our loan. Please forward a new balance sheet to Sparta concerning our loan status and the amount we are to pay after you end your treaty with the Peacekeepers. It is our understanding this agreement will go into effect the minute you end your treaty of friendship with the Peacekeepers and all calculations concerning the loan payments will be made from that date.

It is well that we have been able to resolve this issue to out mutual satisfaction. Sometimes it is said that for any negotiation to be successful each party must compromise on something or give up something. I think your 6th sense for business has aided you once again in choosing the best long-term partner. You may not know this but Chairman Yang has now declared vendetta on Pravin Lal and is in the process of attacking several of his cities. I have yet to determine the reasons for the war but I am sure Pravin Lal must be at the heart of the matter. Whatever the reason it clearly shows his lack of military knowledge or diplomacy to become entangled in two wars on two separate fronts. His meager resources will be spread even thinner. I do wish to inform you that Pravin Lal has continued to harass and inflict damage on our city, Fort Apache. If this continues we will have no choice but to continue our war against him in order to force him to the peace table.

Lastly, now that we have resolved our dispute I wish to explore the possibility of a technology exchange. We have in our possession files on cyber-ethics that we are willing to trade to you. I would feel that this would be an important step to rebuilding our friendship and trust. Also, I feel that it would be appropriate at this time modify our current trading agreement concerning the exchange of technology. I do not wish to change any of the terms of the current agreement but rather add a new one. In light of recent events we will no longer exchange military technology with you. I am sure you can see our side of the issue on this matter and the wisdom of it. We are more than willing to exchange non-military technology, such as the current offer, with you but since we can not control or hope to impose on you restrictions as to who you would trade military technology with we feel it would be better not to include military technology as part of any future trade. I hope you can see the wisdom in our approach and we should be able to avoid any future instances where a conflict of interests are involved.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation, Sparta Command

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Partially completed advanced command center, Sparta Command, Sparta

Santiago looked around the giant complex buried deep within the bowels of Sparta Command and felt the same surge of pride and power she had the very first time she saw it. Here was the command and control facility she had always dreamed about. The facility was massive, comprising five subterranean levels deep below Sparta Command sandwiched between layers of granite bedrock that made it all the more invulnerable. Technicians and workers were still working around the clock to build all the systems and adjoining training and control areas but she had ordered them to complete the most vital control systems first. Nestled in the very center of the giant room was a massive holo-graphic map table that served as the nexus for the command facility. Hanging above the table and around its perimeter were giant flat screen displays that continually flashed data on various military units, intelligence information and tactical and strategic maps of various areas. At the head of the table was a large chair that was for the supreme military commander of the Spartan Federation. Seated around the table was where the newly created supreme military command and advisory council sat that consisted of the following members: newly promoted Lt. Colonel Robert Hudson, Chief of Operations and executive officer; Commander Miklos Stepovich, Chief of Naval Operations; Major Pete Gregovich, Chief of Military Intelligence; Major Janice Hunt, Chief of communications and Major Blake Stewart, Chief of Military production and procurement.

“I want to welcome you all to our new command center. Officially this facility is still under construction but the core elements are in place so we can begin our work. From now on Lt. Colonel Hudson will continue to supervise the daily briefings for the remaining junior officers of the High Command but from now on I will not be attending since the rest of us will hold a senior command briefing here. We will meet once a day and if need by twice depending upon the situation. As of now Lt. Colonel Hudson will be in operational control of this facility to include staffing and support. However, each of you will be asked to stand duty from time to time as “watch officers” in case of an emergency situation. Now, Lt. Colonel Hudson will start the briefing.” Santiago nodded to Hudson.

“Good morning. Major Gregovich can fill in the details but it seems that the Peacekeeper allies have either deserted them or turned on them. Colonel Santiago has been able to negotiate a settlement to the dispute with the Morganites and as a result they will end their treaty. Also, Chairman Yang has declared war on the Peacekeepers as well. This now creates a new strategic and tactical picture in Macedonia.”

“Lt. Colonel Hudson how exactly does these changes alter our plans?” Stepovich asked.

“Commander, what we want to see is how much pressure Chairman Yang will bring to bear on Lal. His total military strength is nearly equal to ours so if he even brings a fraction of his power to bear Lal will be forced to divert forces to meet this threat. When or if he does we will move to take advantage of it. This will also give us time to bring up the second wave of troops. As you can see from the reports on Peacekeeper strength once we crack the outer shell the inner bases will be easy to take.”

“Excuse me for interrupting but before we go any further I want to inform you of decision I have made. Commandant Fitz-Wallace has done a great job in Macedonia but I now believe that he is not the right person to lead the assault on the UN Headquarters. I myself plan on taking command.” Santiago watched the faces around the table as each of them registered both mild surprise to shock. “I will leave in five turns and when I reach Fort Apache I will then begin the assault on Lal’s headquarters. I think by then we will find out how much of a war Chairman Yang plans on making. The main reason I am assuming command is simply this, a good general sometimes has to risk the destruction of his army to win the day. I am not going to ask Fitz-Wallace to that risk if I myself would not. With this command center up and operational as long as I am in contact with Sparta Command I am essentially in contact with all of Sparta. Please continue lt. Colonel.”

The rest of the meeting covered the latest intelligence, production schedules and troop strengths but the bomb had already been dropped.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2217

There was a small beep and Morgan looked up at his diplomatic display. It was Santiago. Morgan was annoyed – he had bigger things to worry about, like more fungal blooms at Morgan Mines and valuable terrain destroyed, or the new Cyborg invasion near Morgan Construction. What was irritating is that the invasion had occurred just as the formers were finishing constructing a sensor to avoid that very problem. Vexing!

The population boom had occurred, and now it was over. The bases that could grow had grown, and now they had slipped out of the lucrative Golden Age. Since they would cease growing that energy was re-allocated to scientific advancement, always a worthy cause.

He finished up he was doing, and shunted off the final polish and mundane letters to the invaluable Elaine. She had become a parallel mind, and was almost able to finish his sentences. And, she seemed to enjoy her work. All the better!

Now, to Santiago.

*~*~*~*

Coronal Santiago,

I have had some difficulty contacting Pravin of late. He has politely but firmly refused to take my calls. The result is that I have not been able to terminate our treaty of friendship. I trust this doesn’t distress you too much. As per our agreement, the trade we receive will reduce your loan by a like amount. If Pravin continues to avoid my calls your loan will be reduced at no cost to you at triple the normal rate, which should be some consolation.

On the topic of technology trade, I am afraid that we are also in a similar situation. Your rebuke of our technology deals has made the Morganite parliament wary, and there will be a hiatus while they work on a new policy of technology trading with your people. I hope this will not take too long since I am sure that technology trades are beneficial for all involved.

I was aware that the Hive had declared war against the Peacekeepers some time ago. It seemed none of my business so I kept out of it. Chairman Yang has generally refused to deal with me on principle, so if he wishes his isolation I will be only too happy to grant it. Although his society’s infrastructure is very advanced and militarily inclined he has the most primitive economic system and regressive political apparatus one can imagine. Still, he is a potential business partner, so it is useful to keep the lines of communication open.

Director Morgan

On board the transport ship SFS AJAX in route to Fort Apache, SPARTA-2218

Director Morgan,

I was not shocked by the contents of your last communication. I fully anticipated that Pravin Lal would “stonewall” your efforts to end the treaty. It might take you some time to end the treaty with the Peacekeepers but that should not stop us from moving forward again as treaty partners. As a gesture of “good will” we will not require that you make any extra effort of any type of compensation to us. As I understand our current arrangement every turn, up until, you are able to end the treaty with Pravin Lal you will apply the proceeds of that trade agreement against our loan amount. That is all that is required by us. We will still require that you eventually end your treaty with Pravin Lal but should it take longer due to Pravin’s stubbornness we fully understand and will work with you. If this process to end the treaty with them takes a long time, then so be it. Once our loan is paid in full by either us or from the proceeds of the trade agreement you have with Pravin then any funds you earn from that treaty are yours alone. I hope this calms any fears you or your board of directors had concerning Sparta’s response to your failure to end the treaty with the Peacekeepers.

I understand your reluctance to exchange technology but as I stated clearly in my last communication I see no reason why we could not “limit” ourselves to non-military technology exchanges. Since I doubt you would ever accept any limitations as to which faction you could trade technology with it is better to limit it to technology that would not directly cause harm or injury to our people. With that being said I have attached an encrypted file that contains technology on cyber-ethics. If you could offer a technology of similar quality then perhaps we could work out an exchange. Once again I think this would go far to rebuilding our relationship.

I am not sure if you are aware of this but the Spartan Federation is now in a state of war with the Cyborgs. Our attack foil SFS WARSPITE was trying to negotiate passage through a narrow channel only to find that the Cyborgs had placed a base in the center of the passage blocking our progress. The captain of the ship tried to negotiate an agreement for passage around but the Cyborgs would not agree unless we joined forces with them. I then ordered the captain of the WARSPITE to destroy the sea colony and he did so. The Cyborg menace is not to be underestimated to be sure and I will not allow the Cyborgs to control the sea-lanes.

Lastly, I wanted to inform you that perhaps one of the reasons why Pravin is not responding to your calls is the fact that Hive soldiers are now moving against his bases. I have intelligence that clearly shows Hive soldiers advancing on Pravin’s outlining cities. And yet, Pravin continues to bombard our cities with long-range artillery fire, a technology he gained from you, and he is inflicting damage on our troops and civilians as a result, this can not be allowed to stand. I can no longer stand for this and as a result I am traveling to our city of Fort Apache to take command of the troops there and bring about a “quick” solution to this problem.

If there are further issues you need to address you can still contact me through normal channels since Sparta Command has advanced communication equipment and I am constantly in contact with them.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation, Sparta Command


Corazon hit the send button and then stood up and walked to the door and opened it. The hallway was bathed in red light due to it being nighttime and the need to preserve night vision. Her bodyguards snapped to attention as she closed the door behind her and allowed her eyes to adjust. After a few minutes she walked down the corridor to the hatchway and opened it and stepped out onto the main deck. It was dark, or as dark as night could be in a solar system with three suns. She looked about and saw a lone figure standing by the rail and she quickly knew who it was, Longstreet, her aide-de-camp. She walked over and as she approached he snapped to attention.

“Good evening Colonel.”

“Good evening Longstreet. I thought you would be asleep now.”

“No Colonel. I went back to the radio shack after I brought you the report about the Hive forces approaching the Peacekeeper base to see if there was any more information and sure enough there was. However, it really didn’t “add” any more to the basic information we already got.” Longstreet replied.

“Excellent. I see no reason to change the plan that I talked with you about. Sparta will be sending more troops soon to reinforce the army in Macedonia. Once those troops arrive I intend to attack and capture UN Headquarters. It will be bloody but if all he has to block our attacks are a handful of troops armed with assault rifles he will loose.” Santiago looked over the rail as she spoke and watched the luminance water slip by.

“Colonel why have we not attacked before now?”

“Simple, I wanted to complete the business with Director Morgan first. I, unlike Pravin Lal, have no intention of alienating my friends.”

“What of the Cyborgs?”

“Not an issue. They are so far away and seem very content on beating away at Morgan. I have no reason to believe that even with the destruction of that minor outpost they would change strategy and launch a major attack against us. That sea base had to go. It blocked the only way through that area and regardless of our current military situation I was not going to allow the Cyborgs that level of control over a vital sea lane. Sometimes you have to strike to avoid a battle latter.” Santiago stood back up and looked over at Longstreet. “Do you have the information with you on the Hive forces?”

“Yes Colonel.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the bundle of paper and handed it to her. She opened it up and briefly scanned it then handed it back.

“He is attacking with troops equipped with assault rifles. Is every faction on Chiron mad! Surely you would think he would send some more heavily armed units unless this is just a scouting force. We will see what happens when we get to Fort Apache and have a look then, perhaps by then the Hive will have sent more troops.” She turned back from the railing and looked up into the sky.

“Colonel do you think we will win?”

“I have not doubt of the ultimate victory we shall taste. It will be a tough battle since the espionage teams are unable to find a means to shutdown the bases’ perimeter defenses. But our troops will be better armed and have better armor than the Peacekeepers.. The key is to not wait anymore than we have to because the more time we give him the more time he can upgrade. In a sense it’s a race now. Who can get the most amount of force to bear at the right spot before the other person can counter. That is the key. After I take a look myself if need by I will take the troops in now before he can get more prepared. He does not have that many bases that actually contribute to his war effort. Even by taking one or two bases we would deny him a vast portion of his production capacity. Now, the time calls for action!”

Santiago looked out into the night and then made a straight line towards the command center. Longstreet sighed to himself and then quickly jogged to catch up with Santiago knowing that tonight he would get no sleep.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2218

“Elaine, send a commendation to the Base Manager at Construction. Here idea to ‘counterattack’ with a plasma defender was brilliant. I love the idea of daring the impact rover to attack while defended by the blasted fungus and a sensor. They will stand almost no chance.”

“They won’t be removed, though,” Elaine said.

“It is to our benefit that they stay exactly where they are. The Cyborgs are using a free market economy and those two units are causing two of their cities to riot - all the better for us. Also make a notating on the use of the land artillery and our foil against the Cyborgs. Making them as uncomfortable as possible is a good thing.”

“Now,” he continued. “What of the Board’s proposal to the Parliament?”

“The Board of Directors proposed spending 20 percent of our treasury to increase social programs. This will produce a golden age in at least 11 of our 16 cities and end unrest problems in the rest. Four of those cities, those with habitation complexes, will experience a population boom. The Parliament has decided that this is a worthy investment, but asks for your formal approval before they implement any fiscal change of this magnitude.”

“Give me your datapad,” he said. She gave to him and Morgan formally notarized the document Elaine had thoughtfully prepared for him. “Done. Also, I recommend that any crèches that are near completion be finished. This might spur a population boom in those cities, too. Any other items of interest?”

“Yes,” Elaine said. “Construction asks permission to devote their recently completed crawler to a prototype gattling rover. They do have a command center, and are interested in putting it to good use.”

“They are one of the only bases without crawler enhanced production,” Morgan said to himself. Then he looked at Elaine. “Tell them I leave it to their discretion and will support their decision. They have done well so far, and I have no reason to second guess their judgment now.”

Elaine nodded. “The last item is a replay to Santiago.”

“That is already prepared,” Morgan said.

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Coronal,

I thank you for eliminating the Cyborg base. We saw it leave a decade ago but had not the means to track it down and deal with it appropriately. I am pleased you saw fit to declare war on the Cyborgs. They are duplicitous in their dealings and are not to be trusted.

You will have noticed I did not reply to your offer to exchange technology. The Parliament has tabled that issue while they deal with significant internal development strains, and also continuing Cyborg harassment of our people and bases.

Lastly, Pravin still refuses to answer my calls. Your attacks and those of the minions of Chairman Yang likely distract him. He also might also suspect what I have to say; he is the former Unity officer, and not unobservant.

Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

One sector northeast of Fort Apache, Macedonia , SPARTA-2219

Santiago watched the troops march by from just off the roadway. She had arrived only several months ago and quickly reorganized the army of Macedonia and then ordered it to war. The first task was to destroy a scout regiment sent by Pravin to spy on her preparations but the unit was quickly discovered and destroyed. The second mission was to destroy a mobile artillery unit just south of UN Headquarters and an infantry unit quickly dispatched them. The last task was to get the bulk of the army moving and try to bring all of the units together so they could delivery one massive blow. Fitz-Wallace had spread out the troops at both bases in order to provide security but Santiago quickly ordered that each base build a single light scout garrison unit so the more highly trained and well armed units could participate in the battle to come.

Now she turned and looked down the on the UN base. From the point where she stood the grand sloped down towards the coast and city. It was good ground to fight a war and the Spartans would have an elevation advantage in the combat to come. Down there in that city Pravin was hastily building more plasma armed troops something that could not be allowed to become reality. Damn that Morgan!! How it galled her each time she thought of his stupidity and greed that now forced her actions. She could not allow the Peacekeepers to build up a superior defense force and then the war would devolve into a war of attrition, something that she knew she could not let happen. So action had to be taken and quickly. So far Pravin had only one infantry unit with plasma armor. They had the city and the perimeter defenses to help their efforts so it was critical to strike now before they could add more.

Santiago turned and walked back to her command rover.

“Alright, lets get down there and show them how a Spartan soldier fights!”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2219

“The Cyborgs left?” Morgan asked.

“Yes,” Elaine said as she showed Morgan a clip of the impact rover and infantry boarding a transport.

“Can we take out the transport before it gets to base?” he said.

“Unknown,” Elaine replied. “It might cause distress at Construction.

“Hang the social disruption!” Morgan almost yelled. “We could take out three military units in one blow! Check into it.”

Elaine nodded. “Also, the golden age is going as planned. Next year we should see the results in a significant growth of population, which will be followed by an increase in resource production.”

“Is there terrain to utilize?” Morgan asked. To date almost every spare bit of territory was used by supply crawlers, primarily for harvesting minerals to stoke the fires of industry.

“Generally, yes. Crawlers can be re-assigned,” she said.

“What of the Cyborgs. Is our probe foil in position?”

Elaine nodded with a smile.

“Let us hope they acquire something useful,” Morgan said.

Then he looked over the economic position, which was both good and bad. Industry was developing at a frantic pace, and its growth was outstripping their energy reserves’ growth. That was especially true now that 20 percent of the budget was allocated to social programs. But, that wouldn’t last forever, and the growth was much needed. He had noted that the Spartans had undergone their own significant population boom, and had surpassed them in total population.

The old calculus of population equal production no longer applied with the advent of crawlers, but it did have a significant effect. Larger bases were good, and the theories of Malthus were obsolete with the small human populations on Chiron. For a while at least.

*~*~*~*

Several kilometers south of UN Headquarters, SPARTA-2220

Santiago watched the Peacekeeper major from the looks of his uniform approach her command post. The army of Macedonia had arrived during the night and quickly dug in about two kilometers south of the UN Headquarters. The Peacekeeper farmers and civilians were very surprised to see in the morning all of these heavily armed soldiers where just yesterday crops were growing. Within an hour they had all fled.

“Colonel Santiago, High Commissioner Pravin Lal, the planetary leader of Chiron demands that…”

“PRAVIN LAL makes no demands on Sparta or myself! You can inform Lal that I have no intention of leaving anytime soon and in fact I order him to surrender his city to us. As far as his being the leader of Chiron he can make all the claims he wants but until I vote for him or he defeats me his claims are worthless.” Santiago snapped back while stepping forward to stand nearly toe-to-toe with the Peacekeeper.

“I see. Then there is little else to say then, is there Spartan. I will inform the High Commissioner of your response.” The major began to turn but Santiago grabbed him by the arm.

“You are not going anywhere Peacekeeper until I get a salute!”

The major looked around nervously and then back at his escorts. He then looked Santiago in the eyes.

“We no longer salute in the Peacekeeper defense force.”

“I am a superior officer, salute!”

The young major raised his hand and performed a poor salute and then began to turn when Santiago grabbed him again.

“It will enjoy teaching you the proper method of saluting again Peacekeeper. Inform Pravin Lal I have no intention of leaving and if he wishes to push me out then he will have to come and get me. I will soon reposition my forces to cut off more supplies to his capital. Either he can meet me in open combat on the plain around us or hide behind his walls like an old women.” Santiago then turned and went back into the command center leaving a very worried Peacekeeper major wondering what on Chiron had caused this calamity to befall his people.



Pravin Lal watched the Spartan army spread out over the fields below his city and rubbed his hands again behind his back. The soldiers were already digging up the fields and looting the storage bins and behind them fires had broken out in several of the storage buildings.

“Father, shall we attack them?” John had walked in quietly into the room but he doubted that even if he come in with a marching band his father would not have heard him. John looked out from the massive observation onto the plain below and each second he saw the Spartans destroying the land around his city his anger grew even hotter.

“As commander of the defense forces of the United Nations are you advising me to attack or asking me to decide to attack?”

“I am not sure father. We might hold out longer if we wait for them to try and breach our walls. But then if we can bloody them now perhaps they will leave.”

“Let me think on this and I will let you know. Are your forces still keeping things under control here, have food riots broken out yet?”

“No father not yet. I am trying to make sure that does not happen.”

Pravin turned and walked back into his main office and John realized how quickly he had aged in just a matter of days.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2220

The population boom was coming along very well, and it was impressive how the new population adjusted to their continuing state of golden age. The wealth of energy was flowing, and would keep flowing – it was worth every joule to keep the people hyper productive. And this was with only five hab complexes up! Soon the ability to grow would decline, and this would probably happen within a few years. It would take some time to get more hab complexes on line, and the requisite social facilities. Well, that wasn’t quite true. Most cities were well equipped, except those on the very fringe of Morganite territory.

There were some setbacks. The probe foil had failed and been captured, and likely executed for their actions. This was most unfortunate, and alternate plans would now have to be made. The foil at Construction hadn’t taken out the transport before it got back to port, and a Cyborg foil was now on the hunt. The return would be dicey, and it would be unfortunate if the foil succumbed to the enemy foil. At least the artillery could do some damage to the Cyborgs, but without the foil there would be no coup-de-gras.

Morgan knew he needed more growth! Relying on farms, nutrient specials, and kelp farms was not enough, not if they were to grow to truly large stature!

He pondered this, and hoped that the scientists came through this time.

*~*~*~*

Office of the Pro-Consul – Spartan Federation, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2221

The doors banged open and Lt. Colonel Hudson rushed through the doors and up to Mannsfield’s desk. Mannsfield quickly stood up, as did several other council members who were seated around the room. Mannsfield was in the process of holding a meeting with the leaders of the federation council and Director Boothe and Assistant Director Smith. Hudson strode up to Mannsfield's desk and slammed down a paper on his desk.

“SHE DID IT!” He barked at Mannsfield and then a big grin broke out on his face.

Mannsfield picked up the letter and quickly read it and a smile crept across his face as well. He then looked up and began to read it to the other people in the room.

“From Colonel Corazon Santiago, Army of Macedonia
Victory!

At 01:00 hours the army of Macedonia began the assault on the UN Peacekeeper capital. At 08:00hrs Spartan forces broke through the outer defenses and eliminated all remaining organized resistance. Large numbers of civilians, administrators and deserting Peacekeeper soldiers began leaving the city. I have issued orders to have the Peacekeeper foil docked in the harbor destroyed and Spartan soldiers have begun that mission. Large numbers of soldiers have been captured and they will be sent back to Sparta as soon as possible for internment for the period of the war. We have captured the city and most of the systems are intact including a secret project. The secret project is an advanced computer system that infiltrates other faction’s computers and steals secrets by comparing data and then piecing together the stolen parts to create the original technology. Once the city is secure I will move in the remaining military units and begin repairs on equipment for the next assault. I order you to send replacement troops and any reinforcements that are able to depart. The 1st H.A.Rs was destroyed during the fighting as a result of them being the spearhead of the attack. Once new troops arrive and repairs made I will lead an assault on the nearest Peacekeeper base. The Peacekeepers war machine has been crippled it is essential that we complete the job and finish the job. When the last Peacekeeper base has fallen then I will return.

Colonel Corazon Santiago, Fort Victory”

Mannsfield stopped reading and looked up to hear a cheer erupt around the room. He slowly sat down and watched the various council members leave the room slapping each other on the back. Well, Mannsfield thought, perhaps this could be the end he had so wished for and then Sparta could return to building up their society.


Dockyards of Fort Victory (formerly UN HQ), Macedonia, SPARTA-2221

Santiago walked alongside the docks watching the Peacekeeper foil burning at the bow; the stern had already sunk below the water. Her troops had quickly brought up mortars and the heavy gatling cannons and demolished the ship as it was trying to leave. There had been a fierce fight to buy the ship time to leave but that had failed and many of the Peacekeepers had been either killed or captured. Santiago walked slowly up to group of Spartans who were watching some captured Peacekeepers. Her leg was still stiff from the wound but it would heal.

“Corporal what do we have here?” She asked as she walked up to them.

“Colonel these are the remaining Peacekeeper survivors from the battle off the docks. I think some of them are high ranking officers.” The corporal remained at attention.

“Excellent, I will take a look myself.” She walked down the line of grim and dirt caked soldiers, most of them had minor wounds however one of them caught her eye. She immediately caught the fact that his Peacekeeper rank was one that she had never seen. She used her command baton to reach down and move back a piece of cloth that had torn on his uniform and it revealed his name tag, Lal. Santiago knew immediately that this man had to be the son of Pravin Lal, the general in chief of the Peacekeeper forces.

“General Lal?” She asked.

The man looked up at her with hatred that could burn through steel.

“Yes.”

“Well, well, I knew there had to be some reason as to why the fighting at the docks was the best I had seen. You are a good tactician but you had poor soldiers, if you had been a Spartan you would have made an excellent addition. However, now you will rot on your days in POW camp. I should remind you that as a prisoner of war you will no longer receive any gene therapy so if I were you I would pray that the war is short or you might return here one day to find that you are older than your father.” She laughed and then turned back to the corporal. “Make sure you inform you superior office of the rank of this man and that Major Gregovich has a turn at him in the interrogation room.

Yes, it was a good day to be a Spartan.


Pravin Lal stopped at the top of the hill looking down at his burning city with an anger that matched. His city was lost and his army shattered and his son was lost somewhere. The remnants of his city continued to pass him as he stood watching from the side of the road his burning city. He knew he would have to move quickly and get to another Peacekeeper base and organize a counter-attack, if it was even possible. He was about to turn away when he saw the blood red flag rise from the top of the command tower flagpole. It was easy to see since the red contrasted against the white buildings of the city. Damn Santiago, damn her to hell!

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Morgan Industries, MY 2221

Morgan watched the live holo of the fall of the Peacekeeper capitol UN Headquarters. It had fallen a somewhat faster than his strategists had thought, but it was clear that regardless of the timeline that Santiago would be victorious. What was surprising is that it had taken the Spartans 40 years to achieve this victory, and it had come at a considerable cost to their home territory. Their infrastructure was…Spartan, barely adequate to meet their needs. They would get a new influx of resources from the conquered Peacekeeper city, but that was likely to be a long-term drain. Almost the entire infrastructure of UN Headquarters had been destroyed and it was in full scale and massive starvation, a side effect of the martial law Santiago was giving the former Peacekeeper citizens who were none to happy on their new less enlightened master.

As he watched he wondered how to respond. With congratulations? A warning? Silence? He was well aware that anything he said now would likely come back to haunt him. The Cyborgs would eventually also have to be conquered, even if that prospect now seemed unseemly. There would come a point very soon where the material production of Morganite cities would dwarf anything else on Chiron. Some argued it already did, and a few researchers cited the fact that four developed Morganite cities had more industrial production than all the cities of any other faction put together. This productive potential was matched by energy production, which was the lifeblood of any faction.

After pondering he decided he was sanguine. It would be difficult for the Spartans to turn their spoils into short-term or even medium-term gains, and their war would keep them distracted for a long time.

That was good. Very good.

*~*~*~*

Command center, Fort Victory – Macedonia, SPARTA-2222

Santiago watched the video feed for a second time and then turned it off. It was clear that Chairman Yang was now moving with more force against the Peacekeepers however he had yet to bring even a fraction of his total military to bear.

“When can the army move out again Fitz?” She asked as she reached over to pick-up a manpower report.

“Colonel, it could be at least three turns before all of the replacements troops are incorporated into their units. Vehicles still need a lot of work. What I suggest is that the more damaged units take advantage of the alien monolith for repairs.” Fitz had opened his report too and motioned to Santiago which of the four papers she should look at first.

“Okay Fitz make it so. When will the new troops arrive?”

“They are at Bunker118 now. I suggest that they land the troops near the alien monolith so they can get the “boost” as the troops call it now from it. Once that is completed they should arrive here the following turn. In all, three turns.”

“Right, in four turns we move out against the Peacekeeper base to our east, the one that is the epicenter of their advanced command and control system. Once we seize the base that system will belong to us as well. I intend to leave the impact infantry units here at Fort Victory to secure our rear. I will take three gatling infantry regiments along with the 2nd and 3rd M.A.Rs regiments as well as the newly arrive 2nd H.A.Rs. That should give us more than sufficient firepower. I am still amazed as to why Pravin has not reinforced that base. It is the logical target for our next attack but perhaps the loss of his son has driven him to try desperate measures. How are the terraformers proceeding with the construction of those sensor arrays?” She replied while putting the report back on the table.

“Fort Ticonderoga’s southern sensor array will be done next turn and then they will move on to the northern area to build that one.”

“Excellent, I don’t want us to get blind sided in our rear by a sneak attack from that large fungus field.”

“Colonel I have one more thing for you today, it was sent by Major Stewart.” He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a sealed envelope and handed it to her that she quickly opened. She began to read the documents and almost immediately a smile began to creep across her face.

“Have you read this yet?”

“Yes Colonel.”

“Amazing, rocket/missile technology is now ours! That will make our infantry and rover regiments the most powerful units on Chiron again and this technology we will not trade. It also seems that a spin-off from the research has been the discovery of a chemical that will destroy the fungus in half the time.” Santiago closed the folder and handed it back to Fitz-Wallace.

“Colonel, the last thing I have is a recommendation from the Pro-Consul and the federation government to begin a program of improving our education system in order to increase our research rates and improve communication between the various schools of learning.” Fitz-Wallace began to pull out the report but Santiago waved her hand to put it back in his case.

“Yes, I have read the report but I have no intention of making any switch now. Major Gregovich’s report clearly shows that such a system would make us more vulnerable to espionage attacks. Until the Peacekeepers are subdued I have no intention of making any change that would give Pravin an edge. Make sure you send my reply back to the federation council that I veto their recommendation.” Santiago stood up and walked over to the large floor to ceiling windows and looked out over the massive city. The room was totally impractical from a military standpoint. However, she did enjoy the view of her conquered city. The troops were doing a good job in keeping the food crisis under control. Pravin had allowed this city to grow unchecked. The amount of nutrient material gathered had always been precarious it seems to the amount needed to feed the population. The city leaders had pleaded to her for more shipments but her response had been if people die so be it. The survival of the strongest, the Spartan code of life, if some did die then they should do it quickly so that others may live. The massive window covered nearly the whole room with the exception of a small area to his back that housed the elevator and a bathroom. Yes, she had to admit she did like this window.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2222

The barrister pounded his silver gavel three times, and the sound echoed across the hall. After a few moments the delegates stopped their debates and looked toward the center of the Parliament, where Director Morgan was standing. He was dressed in his traditional navy blue suit, starched white shirt, and patent leather shoes. His suit seemed to shimmer ever so slightly, and as he turned light refracted off his diamond studded buttons and cuff links.

“Director Morgan, the Parliament wishes you welcome and thanks you for your attendance. As Special Delegate Extraordinaire, are you ready to submit to the questions of this august body?” Prime Minister Rothchild asked.

“I am, Mr. Prime Minister,” Morgan said.

“Very well,” Rothchild said. A few Delegates stood, and Rothchild acknowledged Delegate Shinel from Morgan Processing.

“Director,” he said, “we have reports that the Spartans have not stopped their aggression against the Peacekeepers. Do you view this as a threat? And, due to their development of missile technology, how will we respond?”

Morgan turned to the ancient delegate to address him directly. “This is only a threat in that they will be using former Peacekeeper resource bases to increase their power, and their access to Peacekeeper former Special Projects. We need to keep this in mind in our transactions with them and other factions. As to their development of missile technology, Dictator Santiago has made it clear they will not share any military technology with us. This is unfortunate since it is my understanding that this technology is the key to removing xenofungus at a greater rate. The advance of missile weaponry is not impressive: it increases attack efficiency by only 20 percent for existing platforms.”

The delegate nodded. “And what of our relationship with the Peacekeepers? And does this relationship continue to be problematic with the Spartans”

“That is a difficult question, and one I have been trying to work out with Pravin. However, he has refused to let me through. I imagine he is indisposed at the moment,” Morgan said. “The Coronal does have a myopic view on our relationship with the Peacekeepers. We will eventually have to choose.”

Rothchild acknowledged Delegate Cupa from Morgan Interstellar, who stood up. “Will our technology be able to keep pace with the Spartans?”

“Yes, although I should point out that we are pursing peaceful technologic advances. Properly applied, this should allow us to expand our resource base. Our research rate is more than double that of the Spartans, even though they spend 60 percent of their budget on technologic endeavors. We should be able to retain our status of the most technologically advanced faction on Chiron in the short and medium term. Beyond that I cannot say.”

“If I may,” Delegate Cupa continued. “Would you advise us to trade technology with the Spartans?”

“No, I would not,” Morgan said. “The Spartans have little to offer us, and their ban on trading military-based technology is repugnant. Until she changes her attitude I see no reason to modify the ban currently in place by this Parliament.”

That generated few murmurs of approval and disapproval. The aggression of the Spartans had generated more ill will in the Parliament, and Morgan was using that for all it was worth.

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Office of the Pro-Consul, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2223

Mannsfield re-read the transcripts from the Morganite special council meeting just to make sure he had a good grasp of the text. He then reached over and hit the inter-officer buzzer on his desk.

“Open a channel to Colonel Santiago at Fort Victory at once.”

“Yes Pro-Consul.” His aide quickly replied.

Mannsfield waited about four minutes when his aide beeped him.

“Pro-Consul, Colonel Sanitago is ready to open the channel.”

Mannsfield reached over again and pushed several other buttons and a view screen began to rise from the center of his desk and then it flashed white light and Colonel Santiago’s face was displayed.

“Yes Mannsfield?” She must have been asleep, he had forgotten about the time delay since Fort Victory was so far away.

“Colonel, it seems that the Morganites are worried about our discovery of missile technology. Also, they have concerns about the continuing war in Macedonia.” Mannsfield promptly reported.

“I don’t care what Morgan is concerned about right now. As far as the missile technology is concerned they will not get it from us. I made a mistake, one that I will admit to you and you alone, in trading military technology to them. I wont make a second mistake.” Santiago snapped back.

“Colonel, they contend that the technology has both military and non-military applications.”

“Mannsfield the only way I would trade that technology is if Morgan promised not to exchange it with anyone else and I am sure he would never agree to that. As for the war it will go on until it is done. We have two more turns of preparation and then the army of Macedonia moves out again towards the nearest base and Lal’s new capital. Once we secure that command and control center there and turn it towards our use then we will see what mood Lal is in then. I know have reports that more Hive troops are pressing on two Peacekeeper bases now. It is not critical that we secure what bases we can and leave the rest to the tender mercies of Chairman Yang.” Santiago leaned closer to the screen as she shifted her body on the bed.

“Understood Colonel, I do wish that you would have approved the changes we requested on improving the education system. It would have made a great difference in our scientific research capacity.”

“I understand Mansfield but right now I can not afford for Sparta to made more vulnerable right now. As soon as Lal sues for peace and it is a Peace we can accept then bring it up again. Santiago out.” The screen went dead.

Mannsfield lowered the flat screen into his desk and wondered if Lal would ever make peace. His son was living in a prison camp just to the south of Sparta Command and had many of his ribs broken during his interrogation. Also, without the ant-aging treatments he would soon begin to show his age more and more. He was reported to be nearly to be over 95 turns old. Well, Mannsfield turned and picked up a piece of paper and checked his schedule. Just enough time for exercises if we left right now.

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Morgan Construction, MY 2223

Captain Skaargaard of the foil Free Enterprise asked his sensor tech, “Where did the bombardment come from?”

She pulled up a holo and pointed to a sector deep in the fungus north of the Cyborg base, “Here, sir. That is our best guess, and there isn’t much chance they’ve moved since they failed in their attack.”

“Good,” he said as he turned. “Gun, target that sector. Fire when ready.”

There were a series of retorts, which were followed quickly by a pillar of smoke. “Direct hits!” the sensor tech exclaimed. “More hits!” Then she bent forward to examine her readouts. “It looks like there is a fully loaded transport that is taking collateral damage. It has…a probe team and a garrison.”

More retorts sounded. Then stopped. Captain Skaargaard turned, “Why have we stopped firing?”

“Target destroyed, sir,” she said.

“Really?” the captain said. “Call Construction and have them use their artillery to take out the transport. At least they’ll have to retreat to base.”

There were more retorts and the sensor tech smiled. “Looks like they were monitoring the situation, sir, with the Command Center interlinks. The probe team is critically damaged, at the transport is at 90 percent.”

“Excellent!” the captain commented.

*~*~*~*

Command center, Fort Victory-Macedonia, SPARTA-2224

A good looking major walked into the command center and took a quick look around and when he spotted the “knot” of command officers near a holo-table he quickly walked over and stood at attention.

“Major Carlos Sanchez! Commanding officer of the 1st combined operations task force reporting as ordered!”

Santiago stood up and looked at the major as well as everyone else. Santiago stepped over to the major and as she moved closer he saluted her and she returned it smartly.

“Good to have your task force with us Major. I hope your command is just what we needed to begin our next phase of the campaign.” Santiago took Sanchez by the elbow and guided him over to the holo-table.

“As you can see our forces are nearly ready with the addition of your special combined arms task force. I was very impressed by the paper you wrote on this combined operations group, heavy attack rovers with infantry support working hand in hand. I like it and I am sure it will work out better than we expect. Now, as you can see here our forces are beginning to move out and I will recombine the armies of Macedonia here just east of Fort Victory.” Santiago folded her hands together over a sector just east of Fort Victory. “Once we are all together we will push on towards the Peacekeeper base just to our east, here.” She stabbed her finger at the base.

“Colonel, how many troops aside from my task force do you plan on committing to the operation” Sanchez asked as he began to jot down on his pad information from the map table.

“Your group of course, the 2nd and 3rd M.A.S (medium attack speeders) regiments and two more heavy infantry companies. I plan on leaving the impact infantry behind to guard Fort Victory. That should be more then enough since Lal seems to think that reinforcing his next important base is not important. He will pay for that error in judgment. Once we take it” Santiago swept here arm across the table in chopping action. “We will cut the Peacekeepers in half. My plan then is to move south and capture these bases here and then, if Chairman Yang has not taken the northern ones, move north and capture those. My only concern now is support and leaving sufficient forces to guard the cities we capture. Lal has only a few “free” infantry regiments left that are mobile that he can commit against our thrusts and if we catch them out in the open then its all over for Lal. The prize gentleman is this advanced command and control project. Once we have control over it and link it into our Spartan command network system we will have the best C&C system on Chiron and more importantly it robs Lal of its benefit and his soldiers will be all the more easier to defeat. So for now we stick to the plan. Dismissed!” Everyone saluted promptly and the group began to break up and filter out of the room.

Santiago quickly walked over the Sanchez and motioned him to follow her back to the table.

“Colonel?” He asked with a somewhat confused look on his face.

“I want you to join me for dinner tonight, dress mess is appropriate for attire. I like to get to know all of my field commanders before I go into battle. I want to learn all about you and what you have done.” Santiago waited for a reply

“Thank you Colonel, I would be honored. Should I bring my executive officer as well?”

“No, not tonight. I plan on a dinner later this week for the command staff but since you are new I need to get to know you first.” She smiled at him.

“Thank you again Colonel.”

“18:00hrs and do not be late.” She turned and walked over to an elevator, her bodyguards falling in behind her.

Sanchez watched as they got on the elevator and wondered what in the world he had done to deserve this honor.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Antimatter, MY 2224

“What do you mean we can’t build a borehole here!” the terraformer foreman yelled. “My specs call for a borehole here, and by G*d I’ll build one here! I don’t need no pointed headed academic to tell me how to do my job!”

Wellington held his ground. “You are welcome to try, but I can assure you that the cores will not be stable, resulting in systemic collapse. As I said, you options are to clear the land for a farm or forest or build a mine. The area is rainy, so either would be beneficial.”

Foreman Willis crossed his arms and glared at the pipsqueak.

“Of course, I will be willing to sign off on the change order,” Wellington said.

Willis’ face immediately softened. “Well, why didn’t you say so? We’ll be happy to build anything you want, as long as it’s reasonable, and in writing. Standard terms – 30 percent contingency, and overtime guarantees for my crew.”

“Yes, standard terms,” Jared Wellington stated. Then he gave him the authorized data crystal, and the deal was complete.

The foreman turned and waved to his crews, who immediately started work.

For his part, Wellington was reasonably happy. He’d managed to buy the crew off fairly cheaply, and he hoped the crew near Industries would be partially as amenable.

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Command center, Citadel, SPARTA-2225


Pro-Consul Mannsfield had arrived with his emergency action team just hours ago and they did a quick assessment of the situation and it was not good. The “blight” as it was called had destroyed all of the farms and forests sectors in a three-sector radius around Citadel. It was clear action had to be taken in order to stabilize the situation since it also had destroyed a farm near Hero’s Waypoint. Mannsfield had called a meeting with the base commandants from Hero’s Waypoint and Citadel to discuss the action plan he had put together.

“Pro-Consul when the commandants arrive and hear your plan do you think they will accept it?” Mannsfield’s aide asked.

“Well, they are going to and I have no intention of leaving this facility until they do.”

“Pro-Consul I share the same sentiments as your aide, I mean, technically we have no authority to act unless the council itself grants us this power or Colonel Santiago herself issues the orders under her authority as the supreme military commander of the Spartan Federation.” Director Boothe replied.

“The constitution is not very clear on this point based on the circumstances, I agree but we need to act now. The council is in recess and will not reconvene for nearly 4 months. I tried contacting the leadership but many of them are out of contact for some reason or another and I can’t get a quorum together. That is another issue I need to address by the way. I have the support of the council members from the Citadel and Hero’s Waypoint so I can use that as part of my stick. As for Colonel Santiago she moved out with the army of Macedonia nearly three weeks ago and they are observing operational radio silence. So she will not contact us until she sees fit to do so. So that leaves me.” Mannsfield folded his hands over his folder on the desk.

“Pro-Consul your plan solves the problem and will maintain enough food supplies for both cities but in the process the entire production capacity of both cities are lost as they rush to build terra-formers and a biology lab. Do you think the Colonel would approve of that?” Captain Allenbee asked. Allenbee had been sent by the High Command to “observe” and report back to Lt. Colonel Hudson what action Mannsfield took to resolve the crisis.

“Captain Allenbee I have no intention of letting people die, our own citizens die, just so that we can build one more ship or rover regiment. No, that will not happen. Once we fix the problem and replant the fields and forests and build a biology lab that will help us to fight this “blight” the next time it hits. When they are done with these improvements they can resume military production. But for now they are essentially out of action. I consider the situation similar to a wounded soldier on the battlefield. The wounded soldier can keep on fighting at minimal capacity and then die of blood loss or from shock or he can go back and heal his wounds and fight another day.” Mannsfield fired back.

The doors to the conference room opened and the commandants of both cities walked in with their aides. Mannsfield stood up and opened his arms as a sign of greetings.

“Please be seated, we have a lot of work to do today.”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2225

“Ladies, gentlemen,” Morgan intoned as he stood upon the dais of Morgan Industries Polysoft. “This is truly an auspicious day! With the advent of Environmental Economics we can break through some of the last barriers that have held our economy back from its full potential. It seems that economic prosperity is dependent on understanding the ways in which Chiron is different from our long lost home Earth. Some lessons were hard to learn, and only came to us through hard work and loss. The first was the advent of Gene Splicing that allowed us to unlock the full potential of the local biome, and allow us to better utilize native foodstuffs for our own use. The second was Environmental Engineering, which was key to crafting our advanced engineering techniques to coax the maximum extraction from the wealth of resources present in the earth of Chiron. This gave a much-needed boost to our industry.

“Now we come to Environmental Economics. Again, we have learned to apply the key differences present on our new home to the paradigms of economics. And, they were nothing like we would have guessed: energy is the key, and the biome of Chiron allows for full extraction. We would never had understood this if it had not been for our advances in Environmental Engineering of Chiron and relearning the lessons of Earth with Industrial Economics.

“Already the latent energy is coursing through our labs, and into our coffers, spiking both to unprecedented heights. Single cities now produce more research than entire factions, and our two lead cities produce much more than any one faction’s entire scientific output. And, just when it looked like our infrastructure costs were causing our budget surplus to diminish, it is now reinvigorated!

“With this key advance we will begin a new phase of our expansion, for we now understand that the forests of Earth are key to our prosperity. We will build Tree Farms at all our cities using the cresting strength of economy, and with this advance grow to heights. The threat of ecological disruption will diminish as we manage our resources more carefully, and we may therefore coax even more industrial minerals of the planet.

“In short, this advance opens up a whole new range of development, one that will ensure our prosperity now and in the future,” Morgan concluded.

“Now,” he said as a fifth spotlight broke off to highlight a group of men and women to his right, “I wish to present to you the group of scientists and engineers that made this day possible. There is no way we can repay them enough, but I assure you I will try.”

Then Morgan broke with the script and left the spotlight. He walked over to the startled scientists and started shaking their hands, gripping them with both of his. The spotlights caught up with him and highlighted him and each man and women in turn. Each received a personal note of thanks, and Morgan commented on a bit of personal data, asking about a child or loved one, or a circumstance. His assistant Elaine had done her research well, and he knew what to say. Each was immensely flattered.

Morgan worked them with a practiced skill and made a show of it, and he reveled in the spontaneity. He knew it would come off as more genuine, even if he had planned it from the start.

*~*~*~*

Command Nexus Center, Fort Saratoga, Macedonia: SPARTA-2226

Santiago was still amazed at the complexity of the Peacekeeper command “nexus” center. She sat in a room much smaller than then command center at Sparta Command but the layout was similar. However, the Peacekeepers had used holo-displays almost everywhere instead flat panel displays and the computer handled many of the tasks that people did at the Spartan command center. The major difference, and most important, between the two command centers was the Peacekeeper advanced command & control computer system. The “command nexus” computer system was far beyond anything the Spartans could have built or dreamed about building. A computer system completely dedicated to war. Once the city had fallen she had ordered Major Sanchez to seize this facility as quickly as possible and secure it for Sparta and it turned out to be one of her best decisions ever. Lal had in his hands a powerful weapon system but had failed to fully utilize it to its fully capacity, a mistake Santiago would not make.

The battle for the city had not been as terrible as previous battle at the former UN Headquarters. There were even less defenders here and Santiago had even more of and advantage in quality of troops and quantity. As soon as she had captured the second Peacekeeper city she had contact both Lt. Colonel Hudson her executive officer and Pro-Consul Mannsfield to update them on her victory and what was the current status of the Spartan Federation. The first order of business was to link the Spartan battle computers to the “Nexus Command Center” and when that was done every Spartan city instantly had an advanced command and control center. What followed after this was not that good at all. Both Mannsfield and Hudson had given her the bad news about the home islands and their Thracian colonies. The “blight” had destroyed a significant portion of the food crops in and around the Citadel. Mannsfield had taken immediate action to help solve the crisis but the end result was that both the Citadel and Hero’s Waypoint were “out of action” until they could rebuild their infrastructure. Sparta Command had experienced explosive growth since she had left and just last turn riots had broken out. The bottom line was that over half of the Spartan “core” cities were now out of action, not good. To add even more misery the expansion program in Thrace was in grave peril due to the fact that a mind worm and a spore launcher were about to destroy 75% of the terra-formers there. The only positive note was the announcement made by Major Gregovich that the planetary data-links computer at Fort Victory had been able to penetrate the computer systems of three factions and had “pieced” together the files on advanced terra-forming operations. Along with the new designs and engineering plans to build better terra-formers they had gotten plans on building boreholes, condensers and solar energy reflecting mirrors. In addition, they had also been able to unlock the potential of mineral production so now the ancient boreholes that the aliens had built were no producing amazing amounts of minerals. However, as a result some industrial pollution was now occurring in Sparta but at minimal levels, for now. The news could have been better but it also could have been a lot worse.

“Colonel, I am sorry to interrupt you but I have that report you asked me to prepare.” Santiago turned in her chair and Major Sanchez was standing there at attention. Shortly after the base was completely secured she had asked him to work with the High Command and prepare a strategic situation report for her. “Also, as I was passing the communication officer she handed me a not to pass to you, it seems that UN High Commissioner Pravin Lal wishes to talk with you.” Sanchez handed her the note.

“What do you think this means?” She asked as she waved the note

“If Pravin is a smart man he is looking to make peace and end this war. The Peacekeepers are getting hammered. The Hive is now attacking three bases along a broad front and we have taken huge chunk and a very important chunk of his holdings. If he does offer peace we should accept it.” Sanchez quickly replied.

“Why? Why would I make peace now when I could easily take the two perhaps even three more cities?”

“You know that answer already Colonel. My report and the report sent from the High Command clearly show our society is teetering on the edge. We have sufficient forces now to hold what we have taken and hold it securely. However, if we continue to pursue this war Pravin could launch a sneak attack into our rear or even worse we could expose ourselves to the Hive. I support the High Commands recommendation that we seek a truce at this time and take care of other issues. We have a lot to absorb right now and we are still expanding in Thrace. As it stands our resources could be better spent in building up our nation for the next major conflict to come.”

“I agree. I will look at your report before I contact Lal. Thank you. Dismissed.” He saluted and she promptly returned it. Sanchez laid the report on her desk and then he left. Santiago picked it up and began to read.


“Pravin Lal, what can I do for you?” Santiago said in a serious manner.

“I want peace with you Santiago. That is all I wanted from the start. I also want my son back. I will offer a “blood truce” and not seek to recapture any of my cities if you accept my offer.” Pravin looked tired, very tired. She had no idea as to “where” he was at but she was certain it had to be at a base not far away.

“Pravin why should I agree? Your forces are broken and the Hive hounds are howling for you blood even now. So why should I seek peace?”

“Simple, you started this affair by your underhanded espionage tactics and as a result I took two of your cities. Now, you have taken two of mine. Your forces are powerful but not all powerful. I know you have problems too so let this be the end.” Lal replied with a sound of near desperation in his voice.

“Alright Pravin. I accept the truce. I warn you I do plan on adding a few more colonies to the south of Fort Victory and Saratoga so expect the border to shift. Is that agreed?”

“Yes. Now when can I have my son and other prisoners returned?”

“As soon as we can allocate transports to return them. Santiago out.”

She closed the channel and let out a deep breath of air. She only hoped that this peace was not a mistake.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2226

Morgan reflected that the Cyborgs were certainly persistent. No sooner had they completed a gatling speeder than they had fired on Construction, destroying the artillery guarding the city. This was most inconvenient, since in the coming year they were sure to try to destroy the impact foil, and the foil stood almost no chance against the land based artillery.

No matter. Construction would have to form a new artillery group, this time using gatling technology. Even better, they would form two. And they would have to protect the coastal improvements against sniping, which the Cyborgs were likely to attempt now that the defending artillery was gone.

Perhaps another tack was needed. Although half the Morgan cities were constructing tree farms, it might be possible to allocate a few cities to the construction of a new army. After a few years it would be more than enough to take out the Cyborgs once and for all. He did a little mental math, and adjusted resource allocation. Unfortunately, there was only one Command Center in that area, and that was at construction. Having a societal emphasis on Wealth did have its disadvantages, the most significant of which was a lagging military morale.

Numbers could offset that. The industrial potential of three frontier cities was now enough to take on the Cyborgs alone, with about a decade of planning. And would slow transports be needed? Certainly not! Why, it was much easier and safer to raise the land, creating a sculpted land bridge. In fact, that would require the right amount of time to finish the construction of a new strike force.

There was the minor problem that there were no formers in the area. No matter – one could be constructed in one year, and then set to work.

Yes, it was time to teach the Cyborgs a lesson, and it would be most satisfying to do so with almost two hands tied behind his back.

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Office of Colonel Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2227

Director Morgan,

I am contacting you to offer my congratulations on your appointment as the new planetary governor. I hope you understand that I am not all together happy about the results since I feel that this planet needs a strong leader to guide the lesser factions towards a secure future.

As you are aware the war between the Peacekeepers and Sparta has been resolved and we have agreed to a truce with them. However, it seems Chairman Yang is far more ambitious and greedy than anyone had anticipated. When I ordered him to remove his “thugs” from my land he refused so I ordered them destroyed. Their destruction by the way required only a minimal amount of effort. It seems that when I bring peace to one area I now must bring peace to another, Chairman Yang. Even though Chairman Yang voted for your installation as governor I do not believe you have any formal treaty arrangements with him. If you do please advise us.

In closing, I once again wish to offer cyber-ethics in an exchange of technology. I hope that with hostilities at an end we cannot move forward with a greater promise of prosperity and peace for us all. I would find it most regrettable if you choose NOT to make an exchange at this time. Of course, as I have stated very clearly we will not trade military technology to you unless you agree to limit its spread to “approved” factions. We feel this is only fair and just.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command

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Morgan Industries, MY 2227

Coronal Santiago,

I am pleased you have resolved your dispute with Pravin Lal and I can assure you that you have proved your martial superiority. Your people have made significant gains, and the Peacekeepers have lost much. And, I have it under advisement that that Hive has continued their unjust war and have within the last year conquered a Peacekeeper city. It seems that your peace with Pravin comes at a time at unbearable crisis, and I think it was wise since it is likely that Pravin, in his severely weakened state, is not a threat to anyone.

Your decision to call planetary elections was a surprise, and my election as planetary governor is an even bigger surprise. To be forthright, I will not turn down such an honor, and you will have noted that Pravin voted his trust in me to lead humanity for the period of my tenure. Chairman Yang’s support was unexpected to say the least. We have never had any sort of treaty, or much more than a rather frigid business relationship. The only reason I can think of for his support for me in the election is that, perhaps, he views you as a threat. My people are far away, and not likely to be a threat to his people’s utopia any time soon. Consider his position – you have defeated his main opponent, and then called off your war. This leaves him exposed, and potentially at odds with both of you – a betrayal of sorts. You may have noted that although you faction has the best troops that the good Chairman has the largest army, and I can assure you that that this is by a considerable margin. I view this a worrying, and a threat to long-term peace.

The resolution of your war with the Peacekeepers has changed the entire geopolitical situation, as has Chairman Yang’s continued war against the remnant of Pravin’s holdings. Pravin is severely pressed, and before you contacted me Dr. Lal called me with a plea for assistance. He offered me a Pact, the technology Cyberethics, and a modest sum of energy as compensation if I would assist him in his war with the Hive. Considering his vote of support in the Planetary Governor election I could hardly say no, and I think this is advantageous for him and for my people. It is also clear that this violates neither the implicit nor explicit terms of our treaty since your people are no longer at war.

I look forward to a renewed relationship with your people, and in keeping with our modified treaty agreement your loan is hereby absolved. I have no claims upon you, and our slate is clean. Unfortunately, it seems that with the gift of Cyberethics from the Peacekeepers you have no technology for a technology trade except Synthetic Fossil Fuels, which I have been lead to believe is off the table. I am willing to entertain further offers.

Warmly yours,
Director Morgan

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Office of Colonel Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2228

Director Morgan,

I am sure it was not your intent but your last letter gave me much amusement. I suppose in the business world even the perception of an alliance might have a tremendous effect on the market and business strategy but in war you need hard and substantial support. Your “pact” with Pravin Lal will do nothing to save him. Even if you were to send him vast amounts of mega-credits I doubt at this point it would do much to change the balance of power. I for one have no further dispute with Pravin Lal or his people. He has paid the price for his reckless behavior and Sparta has established a “buffer zone” in Macedonia that serves our long term strategic goals and security concerns. However, Chairman Yang is another subject. I have no interest in seeing Chairman Yang “gobble up” the remaining cities of the Peacekeepers; such an event would prove to be tactically and strategically unsound for Sparta. Should events continue to move forward unchecked then Sparta will act unilaterally to secure certain highly strategic Peacekeeper Cities in order to prevent them from falling into they tyrannical hands of Chairman Yang’s grasp. I am sure we can all agree that it is better for those Peacekeepers cities to find themselves under the democratic rule of Sparta than the dictatorship of Chairman Yang. However, these events do not even need to come to pass if you accept my following proposal.

Sparta would be willing to support Pravin Lal and help defend his people and as many of the remaining Peacekeeper cities as possible in exchange for the following items.

One, Morgan Conglomerate will transfer those technologies to Sparta that will increase our energy production and reduce pollution.

Two, a written promise from you as Planetary Leader that Sparta will not be in anyway penalized for actions taken against Chairman Yang in order to support Pravin Lal and his Peacekeepers. We would define such actions, to include only those actions taken to “liberate” his cities and deny Chairman Yang the means to make war and as such those cities would remain under Spartan control as a protectorate of Sparta.

Third, you would agree to the exchange of map files.

If you do not agree to our terms and conditions, and there is no debate on this subject, we will move to preserve Spartan strategic and tactical interests. We will confine our actions to defensive operations against Chairman Yang and we will move aggressively to secure those strategic Peacekeeper cities from falling into the hands of Chairman Yang. It is the consensus of the Spartan High Command that even if we had not taken as payment the two cities from Pravin Lal he would not have been able to win this war against Chairman Yang. I think you can see the wisdom of our proposal in that it will immediately provide direct military assistance to Pravin Lal and his people rather than energy credits or technology that he is unable to take advantage of. Suffice it to say we are not totally heartless. Should you not accept our proposal we will immediately deploy our forces to secure at least three Peacekeeper cities within the decade. However, Pravin Lal has established several small island outposts north of Sparta. I will issue orders that those bases will be considered a protectorate of Sparta and the Spartan navy will move to secure them against all possible attack. As long as Pravin does not use these bases as platforms to stage military actions against Sparta, they will remain under Peacekeeper control. They will remain under Peacekeeper control but we will insure their security against any sea invasion.

Lastly, I leave you with this information. I was contacted once again by Aki-Zeta and during our discussions I ordered her to make peace with you and your people. She agreed to do so. I suggest that you contact her and try to finalize this arrangement. We made this effort with no expectation or with hope of compensation. It was an act of friendship. I hope that you take advantage of this opportunity.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command

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Morgan Industries, MY 2228

Coronal Santiago,

I admire your bravado, and your sense of self. Your statements froth with confidence and the Morganite Board reads them with great interest.

In particular, you point that the new Pact between the Morganites and the Peacekeepers would be ineffective in preserving the Peacekeeper civilization did strike a chord. As a result, the Morganite Board of Directors has agreed to a rather risky plan, which I originated. The objective is to preserve the Peacekeepers and to effectively use Morganite resources to affect their long-term well being here on Chiron. In effect, it would make the Pact more than a trade agreement and transform it into a true Pact of Brothers.

You will by now note that there is now a Morganite city on the continent that the fractious parties of the Spartans, Peacekeepers, and Hive share. While Pravin Lal thought it below his dignity to sell this city to us, he was more than willing to trade cities, and this we have done. He now has a safe city on my continent, one that will now be protected and nurtured.

You might ask what are the chances that this newest Morganite city might have against the minions of Yang, to which it is so very close. The answer is that it doesn’t have much chance. But, this is where the risk enters into the equation. There is a small chance that, if it survives, that this city will become a bastion. Already the good Chairman has failed to take it when it was undefended and at its most vulnerable. Within a year it will have a pulse armor defender behind it perimeter defense, and each year it will acquire another defender, probe team, and assault rover or infantry unit it is secure from all but the most fervent attack. This will be a bulwark to preserve the remnants of Peacekeepers, who have lost so much against your onslaught and against the treachery of Chairman Yang.

If this city stands then your need to effect military action against the Peacekeepers ‘to protect yourself’ will be unnecessary since my resources will take the brunt, and perhaps win back some of Pravin’s lands from Yang.

As to the rest of your proposal, the Board will consider it when it is clear this experiment has failed. It most likely will, but even if it does we will have lost a small base and Pravin will have sacrificed what he would have already lost. But, in the end Pravin will have new lands in which to expand, and these lands will be near a friendly neighbor that bears him no ill will and has no designed on the works of his people.

In other matters, the peace treaty you ‘ordered’ between Aki and us lasted less than the time it took for you to finish your sentence. Once again the Cyborgs have proven themselves faithless and to be uncivil neighbors in the extreme as they continue to press their wars with us.

Take care Coronal, and I wish you well,
Director Morgan

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Office of Colonel Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2229

Director Morgan,

I wish you well in your endeavor to save the Peacekeepers. The Spartan offer will stand, for now, and should your endeavor fail then you have an option. As chance may happen it seems that that one of the main routes to several Peacekeeper cities pass through Fort Saratoga’s lands. As such many Hive “thugs” (since I could never give them credit for being soldiers) have attempted to utilize this route to their doom. Consider this our small effort to stabilize the Peacekeeper regime. As I have stated we will not press this conflict against the Hive, for now, since we are waiting to see if we need to act upon other matters first.

I was not surprised to hear that Aki once again disobeyed our command to make peace with you. It seems you have made a mortal enemy with her and she will do all she can to see your doom.

Take warning!

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command

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Morgan Industries, MY 2229

Coronal,

The gambit has failed. The change in regime at UN Education Agency was traumatic with massive unrest, resulting in starvation. As a result the workers failed to complete the garrison and the city was undefended. So, in an attempt to save the undefended city I transferred ownership to Zakharov in the feeble hope that the Chairman would not attack Zak. It was a false hope, and the city now is in the hands of the Hive.

I also have some rather odd news for you. An air vector of the mindworms attacked the Morganite city Morgan Antimatter. It was more than surprising since this new vermin came out of nowhere. Of course the trance defender beat off the attack with ease, but it was disconcerting.

Director Morgan

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Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2230

Director Morgan,

I was not shocked to hear of the failure of your project to save the Peacekeepers. The Spartan High Command studied your plan in great detail and quickly came to the conclusion that it was doomed to fail. It was a half-hearted attempt on your part but I understand the reasoning behind it. I want to remind you that my offer is still on the table and in anticipation of you acceptance I have sent our map files to you in an encrypted format pending your answer. I have consulted with the High Command and Pro-Consul Mannsfield and we wish to make the following modification to my proposal. Sparta will return to Pravin Lal, with the exception of Forts Victory and Saratoga, any former Peacekeeper city that is recaptured from Hive control. Any base will be returned as quickly as possible to Pravin Lal as soon as arrangements can be made. Our motives for this offer are not based on some newfound generosity but rather due to cold hard facts and simple practicality. Sparta is expanding in Thrace and in other areas soon so our resources are thin and we do not have the time, energy or administrative staff to support these former Peacekeeper cities. Once again I urge you to accept our offer. Currently Sparta is expanding a great deal of effort in stopping the flow of Hive war material that could be used against Pravin and his Peacekeepers. We could just as easily use that same force to secure certain Peacekeeper bases under our banner than continue to risk their fall to Chairman Yang. Do not hesitate any further!

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command.



Santiago hit the send button and looked up at Mannsfield and Hudson who were waiting patiently for her to finish the letter.

“Alright, that’s done. Assuming that Morgan accepts our offer how soon can we begin operations against the Hive?” Santiago eased back into her chair and picked up a pen and paper to make notes on. She had never liked using PADs and she was not about to start now.

“Colonel, assuming once again Morgan sends us the technology to increase our energy production and the files on improving our tree farming capabilities and reduces pollution we can begin a program of phasing those improvements into our production schedules almost immediately. We will start with those bases that are causing pollution now and gradually move on to the other bases. Even with the best completion estimates fully half of the core Spartan cities will be out of action for a decade. The remaining cities can continue to build war materials, as they are able. Currently most of our Spartan cities are completing much needed infrastructure improvements to extend their production facilities and living space. As far as our Macedonia colonies go they are still trying to build or rebuild basic infrastructure items such as recycling tanks, terra-formers and recreational facilities. It will be decades before they can contribute to the war effort. Thrace is simply too far away to assist in war material production and the current policy has been on expansion and improving the infrastructure systems at each city. To have them switch now to war production items would be difficult to say the least.” Mannsfield finished his report and put his PAD on his lap.

Santiago turned now to Hudson and nodded for him to begin.

“Colonel, our current war production schedule is limited to say the least. Sparta will complete the first missile rover regiment in a few more turns and as per the plan it will be shipped to Macedonia to join the army there. There are some other military units set for production but those units have been “earmarked” to replace and upgrade the garrison units currently stationed at those cities. Our Macedonian colonies as the Pro-Consul has said are just trying to complete basic systems and garrison units so that the army of Macedonia can be free to maneuver again. Currently Commandant Sanchez at Fort Saratoga has the army operating on a strictly defensive capacity. We are doing considerable damage to the Hive and that has allowed the Peacekeeper base to the north time to rebuild some garrison units to help defend their city but the army of Macedonia is getting worn down due to the constant defensive actions. Commandant Sanchez will have to hold back his troops from any operations to give them a chance to rebuild, and retrain otherwise he risks loosing the army.” Hudson finished his report and waited.

Santiago looked down at her notes for a few minutes to give her time to gather her thoughts and review her strategy.

“All right so as I understand it even if Morgan agreed to give into our terms we could not even begin to go on the offensive against Yang for a decade or more?”

Both Hudson and Mannsfield nodded in agreement.

“This is not good at all. I simply will not accept this. Perhaps when we get the map files from Morgan the High Command can determine a better military strategy against the Hive. Perhaps Yang has to funnel his troops through one or two areas to get to this area if that is the case we can move some troops in and secure those areas to stem the tide. Then after we have put a stopper in the bottle we can then move against the former Peacekeeper bases.” Santiago was guessing and they knew it too but to accept a defensive military strategy was not acceptable either.

“Colonel, perhaps we get the technology that will help us to expand our energy production we can use all of the extra energy to speed up production.” Hudson’s statement sounded more like a question than a statement.

“I want to caution both of you that we have no idea as to how much more production will increase. To make a plans around a “possible” boon in energy production could lead us down a path of destruction.” Mannsfield quickly responded.

“Mannsfield is right.” Santiago stood up and walked over to large wall map in her office then turned and faced them. “For now we hold our course and see what Morgan does.”

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Morgan Industries, MY 2230

Morgan finished digesting what the synopsis he had requested from his empaths on his enemies factions, the Hive and the Cyborgs. He was quite pleased with the state of the Cyborgs, weak and miserable. The Hive, however, was growing faster than anyone might have thought possible. The overconfident Santiago was going to be in for a rude shock in a short period of time, and it would be most unfortunate if Spartan holdings on the Tri-Continent were to fall to the Hive.

With that in mind he penned his missive.

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Coronal,

I think we are closer to an agreement. But, before I start that discussion, there is some information I feel you will find to be directly salient to your situation. As you might guess, Chairman Yang has his entire empire fueling his war machine. This is not a new idea since he has been pursing this end for his entire existence on Chiron. His war machine is, in a word, amazing. At this point he has three times more offensive troops than does the Spartan Federation and a good number of these are gatling armed, and many of these troops have just as high morale as the Spartans enjoy. I was surprised when my empaths informed me that his prototype missile rovers and infantry have been deployed in some numbers. More worryingly, almost every Hive city is producing missile infantry or rovers. It is clear that his military production will increase by almost 50 percent in just a few years.

Coronal, this realization suggests that your holdings may be immediately threatened, not just those of the sad remnants of the Peacekeeper empire. He has several brigades, if that is the right term, that are moving at this moment toward your and the Peacekeeper’s positions. Almost all of the Peacekeeper cities have fallen and those few remaining non-Hive cities will be his next target. Chairman Yang had no qualms about taking a ‘University’ city, and I am certain that he will have no qualms about enforcing his regressive ideology on your people as well.

As if this weren’t enough, Chairman Yang is now prototyping missile attack aircraft. This raises the stakes enormously, and puts everyone on your continent in grave peril. With this new mode of attack perimeter defenses are useless, and he can bypass terrain at will. Moreover, you can be sure he will produce these in prestigious numbers.

This inclines me to hear your proposals with a favorable stance and I have the following counter proposal.

First, the Morganites will gift to the Spartans the enormously valuable technology Environmental Economics. You have already recognized that this technology is key to an advanced and productive society since it augments nutrient production, reduces pollution, and increases the level of contentedness of citizenry. This gift is made from the Morganites to the Spartan Federation to ensure their continued well being, and to enhance the viability of your thriving economy.

Second, the Spartan Federation will use all humane means to affect war against the Hive and will not delay in maintaining a minimum parity of forces to hold off and then push back the Hive and its forces.

Third, the Spartan Federation will take reasonable efforts to defend the remaining Peacekeeper cities and former Peacekeeper cities liberated from the Hive will be returned to Pravin Lal at a prudent and reasonable time. The Spartan Federation will understand if Pravin or his people may occasionally make imprudent actions that may impact the Spartan Federations, and will be judicious in resolving these disputes short of war. The Morganite Board of Directors will in this instance act as arbitrators, if necessary.

Fourth, the Spartan Federation will make every effort to acquire Doctrine: Airpower directly from the Hive or by original research. Within a few years after this acquisition the Spartan Federation will turn this technology over to the Morganites. It is well understood that this is a powerful technology, and I would argue that it would have as powerful effect on society as Environmental Economics. In our view these technologies are of the same caliber. Moreover, you will benefit from Environmental Economics for a significant period of time. We are willing to wait, however, in the interests of goodwill and understanding. In addition we will pledge not to turn this technology over to a third party, even on to which we area allied.

In the view of the Board this is a fair agreement that gives the Spartan Federation a powerful tool to enhance their society now, and with that tool press the war against the Hive.

I can’t emphasize enough the magnitude of forces the Hive possesses. With the ability to harness your economy, and with the noteworthy ability of Spartan troops, I am confident you will prevail in your efforts to limit the onslaught of Chairman Yang’s mindless minions.

Sincerely,
Director Morgan

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Spartan High Command Center, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2231

Director Morgan,

I was not “shocked” by your revelation concerning the Hive. For some time the Spartan High Command has considered them the greatest threat on Chiron. However, in truth, we did not know of their prototyping of military aircraft. This does cast a new light on matters. So I will respond to your proposal:

First, the Morganites will gift to the Spartans the enormously valuable technology Environmental Economics. You have already recognized that this technology is key to an advanced and productive society since it augments nutrient production, reduces pollution, and increases the level of contentedness of citizenry. This gift is made from the Morganites to the Spartan Federation to ensure their continued well-being, and to enhance the viability of your thriving economy.

Response: We accept item #1. Transmit this technology, along with your map files.

Second, the Spartan Federation will use all humane means to affect war against the Hive and will not delay in maintaining a minimum parity of forces to hold off and then push back the Hive and its forces.

Response: We agree with this point. Sparta has already made some “adjustments” to our production scheduling. However, the “key” to sustaining long term military production will be the implementation of those technologies that allow us to harvest more minerals and produce more energy than we are currently doing so.

Third, the Spartan Federation will take reasonable efforts to defend the remaining Peacekeeper cities and former Peacekeeper cities liberated from the Hive will be returned to Pravin Lal at a prudent and reasonable time. The Spartan Federation will understand if Pravin or his people may occasionally make imprudent actions that may impact the Spartan Federations, and will be judicious in resolving these disputes short of war. The Morganite Board of Directors will in this instance act as arbitrators, if necessary.

Response: We have already agreed to the return of all Hive controlled Peacekeeper cities to Pravin Lal when we retake them. As for aiding Pravin Lal we have been doing this for some time already by destroying as many forces as we can as they have tried to move towards his cities. However, our current equipment and manpower levels only allow us to operate in a defensive capacity for now. We will try to do all we can to preserve any of the remaining Peacekeeper cities. We pledge now NOT to take offensive operations against Pravin Lal or his people unless he would sue for peace and join with Chairman Yang. If that were the situation we feel that all agreements concerning Pravin Lal and the Peacekeepers are null and void.

Fourth, the Spartan Federation will make every effort to acquire Doctrine: Airpower directly from the Hive or by original research. Within a few years after this acquisition the Spartan Federation will turn this technology over to the Morganites. It is well understood that this is a powerful technology, and I would argue that it would have as powerful effect on society as Environmental Economics. In our view these technologies are of the same caliber. Moreover, you will benefit from Environmental Economics for a significant period of time. We are willing to wait, however, in the interests of goodwill and understanding. In addition we will pledge not to turn this technology over to a third party, even on to which we area allied.

Response: Agreed. Once we have YOUR MAP FILES our intelligence teams can “plot” the best course of action and begin operations to obtain this valuable technology. As we have stated the only additional condition we make to this point and to point #1 is that you also include your map files.

We also make the request that you add a “fifth” point. Our last demand would be that you would continue to supply us with as much intelligence as possible. Normally our intelligence teams would infiltrate Yang’s network to gain access but the more important target right now is the plans on aircraft design.

Lastly, I will offer the following additional item as well. We will sell you the chemical formulas to create missile weapons and the anti-fungus compounds. In exchange you will give us 250 mega-credits AND your promise NOT to sell this technology to anyone else. Since you have agreed to limit yourselves on the selling of airpower technology we see that this minor stipulation would be easy for you to accept as well.

This last “request” can still be open for debate. However, the other five issues above are not and we would demand that you decide now and send the files to us on your next transmission without delay.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command


Santiago walked into the room and made straight towards the central command meeting area where all of the High Command members were waiting for her. As she approached the command staff jumped to their feet and saluted which she returned and said.

“Take your seats.”

Santiago walked over to her chair and pulled it out and then sat down.

“Okay, you have all read both my letter and Director Morgan’s so the question is what do we do now?” Santiago looked around the table.

“Colonel, if I may.” Major Gregovich stood up and began using a screen remote to pull up some data on the side screens and on the main holo-table. “We have seen no credible evidence to support Director Morgan’s statements. I have contacted Commandant Sanchez at Fort Saratoga and he confirms that not a single Hive unit that they have fought has had anything like our missile weapons or even gatling lasers. I am not calling him a liar but clearly the evidence so far does not support his statements. I tried to dispatch one of my teams to infiltrate one of the Hive cities but the road was patrolled by Hive troops and they are now trying to return. It is the combined opinion of the intelligence corps that Morgan is getting misleading information.”

Gregovich began to sit down but Hudson slammed down his fist on the table and the sound made him stop.

“Dammit Major we have to assume the worst case scenario here. We cannot be playing around with guesses or “combined opinions”. We need hard data and your people had better get it fast.” Hudson turned to Santiago. “Colonel, it is clear that Yang or his generals are much better than the Lal was in deploying his forces. Which makes the risk all the more dangerous. So far our troops have fought only poor to average troops, nothing near our army of Macedonia’s capability but that does not mean somewhere Yang might have better ones. Our tactics are more advanced than his and I think we have better leadership but we will still need to break his army. We have no idea as to how many cities he has or what is the composition of his army or his production capacity. Morgan claims he has three times the numbers but what is the force structure and the composition. Before we make any moves we need this data before we try anything rash.”

“I agree Lt. Colonel.” Santiago stood up which caused the other command staff members to do so as well. “I have to leave so I can meet with the Pro-Consul and confer with him. While I am gone I want options and military production plans prepared for my review. I want options and I want them now!” Santiago turned and left the command and control meeting area as quickly as she had come in.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2231

Coronal,

I am afraid we don’t see eye to eye on the exchange of world maps. The omission on our part was not an accident. You must understand that the world map we have was purchased at great price from none other than Chairman Yang, Prokhor Zakharov, and Lady Skye. Each of these transactions required the gifting of technology or significant amounts of energy, all of which are dear to us. In short, it is not something to be lightly given away. Moreover, I fail to understand how the world map would influence your ability to press your local war against the Hive.

That said, the rest of your terms are acceptable, but for one thing. In compensation for not attaching our world map I have persuaded the Board to gift the Spartans 100 megacredits to aid your war efforts. While this is a significant sum, it will be of great assistance to your war chest. I have also attached the technology Environmental Economics. If you agree to these modified terms then signal you acceptance and the deal can be complete next year.

As a gesture of good will here is the latest information my empaths have on Hive forces:

Impact plasma infantry – 17
Impact synthmetal rovers – 4
Missile plasma infantry – 1

The following forces are in production:

Missile plasma infantry – 7
Missile synthmetal rover – 4
Missile needlejet – 1 (which will be complete next year)

You can see that Chairman Yang will almost double his army in a few short years. Also, if you will look at Pravin’s nearby base you will see that it is heavily besieged. He may be able to hold out, but it will be difficult for him since his people will be starving soon. We found out the hard way that starving people will not man factories even if the alternative is to be overrun by a deadly enemy, and UN Education Agency fell the next year to the Hive.

Lastly, with the potential gift of 100 megacredits to your people the Morganite treasury cannot sustain further depletion for the purchase of Synthetic Fossil Fuels. I hope this offer remains on the table since this is a technology that is of interest, and per our agreement we will not sell or trade this technology to a third party.

Director Morgan

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Spartan High Command Center, Sparta Command, SPARTA-2232

Director Morgan,

We will not be able to provide any immediate assistance to Pravin Lal since we can not leave Fort Saratoga undefended. Your information as to the composition of Yang’s forces has forced us to reexamine our tactics. It is now the consensus of the High Command that we should adopt a defensive strategy for now until we can field more troops. I am sure you do not find this statement acceptable but the simple fact is that if Yang does have the numbers in troops you claim he does our best chance of causing the most damage to him is by allowing him to throw his troops against the walls of our cities to die. Our forces can take advantage of their skills, weapons and defensive capabilities and thus cause the most damage to his forces. We currently lack the energy reserves to “rush build” more troops and equipment so we have to work with what we have.

I have accepted your terms and conditions. Please approve the release of your information and “gift” as soon as possible. I do find it regrettable that you fail to see the wisdom of sending us the map files. One of the strategies we considered was a flanking movement to strike deep into Yang’s territory to stem the tide of his advance and force him to pull back his forces to take care of his rear area. However, without the lack of proper reconnaissance I will not risk our troops.

I want to make one thing clear. Should Fort Saratoga or Fort Victory become so threatened that they might fall we will take steps to destroy those cities so as to deny them the use or the special facilities inside to Yang. The resulting death and damage will be terrible but Sparta will do anything to deny Yang such an advantage.

Our conviction is firm…

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command

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Morgan Industries, MY 2232

“I am sorry, Prokhor,” Morgan said. “I am afraid that I am not allowed to gift you our technology Advanced Military Algorithms to your people. For the time being that is a state secret. In normal circumstances I would be delighted to strike a deal, but not in this instance. Would you be interested in Environmental Economics instead?”

Zakharov shook his head. “I am afraid not.”

“I am sorry to hear that,” Morgan replied. “I am willing to extend our hand in friendship, as always. We Morganites are always interested in furthering peaceful relationships with those neighbors where this is possible. Would you consider a Pact as a sign of our growing cooperation? Such a treaty would surely benefit both of us.”

“Yes,” he said. “I think that would be wise. I accept, pending approval of the Advisory Council. Is our business concluded?”

“I have no further issues. Feel free to call upon me whenever you wish, Pact Brother!”

Zak nodded, and then terminated the holo link.

Morgan sat back and reflected. The Morganites were now Pacted with the Peacekeepers, Gaians, and University, and had a treaty with the aggressive Spartans. There were wars with the Cyborgs and Hive, but the Cyborgs would shortly cease to be a problem. Trade income from the Pacts was skyrocketing, as was energy production.

Even better, the Parliament had authorized another Golden Age by allocating 10 percent of the budget to social programs. If the modelers were right a third of the Morganite cities would enter into a golden age induced population boom, and this boom would likely continue due to the completion of a half dozen tree farms.

Yes, life is good. Soon three more colonies would be established, and with the Cyborgs out of the way there would be almost no impediments to uninterrupted economic expansion.

Now, to the Spartans. Morgan authorized the transfer of 100 megacredits and his files on Ecological Engineering. That would help the Spartans in their bloody war with the Hive. After seeing the last reports from the empaths the Spartans were in for a very rough ride, and that ride would start sooner than they would be comfortable with.

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One sector east of Fort Saratoga, Macedonia, SPARTA-2233

Commandant Sanchez walked up to the small knot of soldiers standing near a large outcropping of rocks. Sanchez immediately picked out his intelligence operatives who had set-up the meeting and also standing there, he assumed, were the leaders or commanders of the Hive missile infantry regiment. Sanchez approached the group and the Hive soldiers snapped to attention and slammed their fists against their chests as some form of salute he assumed.

“Commandant Sanchez this is Thought Guard Master Igan Roe, commander of the Hive missile assault regiment #3.” Sanchez stuck out his hand and the Hive commander looked at it for a second then slowly put out his hand and Sanchez shook it. “I have already explained the details of the agreement to Master Roe but before he agrees he wanted to see you and hear it from you.”

“Commandant my men and I have fought a long time for Chairman Yang and our battles have been without honor. From what I have been told by Mr. Paradiso we will be free men in your country, correct?” Roe asked forcible but not too loud.

“Yes, as soldiers of Sparta you will be free men. Once you complete 20 turns of service in the Spartan army you can then retire and become citizens of the Federation. At that time you can buy land, own a house, start a family. 100 mega-credits have been set-aside for your men in a special account for you. Each year you may withdrawal no more than 5% of the total amount. It is up to you to determine how you wish to disperse it or use it.” Sanchez replied and then he watched the Hive commander look at the other men around him, most likely his aides and company commanders. They exchanged looks for several minutes and then he turned back.

“Agreed.” He slammed his fist to his chest again.

Sanchez saluted the man and he held it for a few minutes and the Hive commander then moved his hand up towards his head and performed a Spartan salute.

“Good to have you with us Roe. Now, we need to get your men back to Fort Santiago as soon as possible. Can they move now?”

“Yes.” Everyone one of them began to nod their heads.

“Okay, then lets get moving.” Sanchez turned an motioned for the officers standing behind him to coordinate the return trip with the Hive commander while he continued to walk back to the command rover. Once there he reached in and picked up a radio headset and put it on. He flipped a switch on the communication panel.

“Colonel are you still there?” He asked

“Yes, I am. Did you convince them?” She asked with some urgency in her voice.

“Yes I did. They will be returning to Fort Saratoga within the hour. One full infantry regiment with plasma armor and missile weapons.”

“Excellent. Sparta Command just completed a missile pulse-plasma rover regiment and they will be leaving to support you. We will have more troops soon but you have to hold out. Also, Assistant Director Boothe will begin building sensors to help aid your defense. The sooner those are up the more accurate your weapon fire will be. The High Command has established new production schedules to get you as much material as we can as quickly as we can. You need to hold, is that clear?”

“Yes Colonel, we will hold.”

“Santiago out.”

Sanchez took off the headset and turned around to see the first of the Hive soldiers pass by the rover. Most of them had impact rifles but each squad had a missile sled that mounted a six tubes filled with deadly missiles. He had to hold, those were the orders. If the Hive troops got past Saratoga and captured the weaker Spartan cities in the rear all would be lost.

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Morgan Industries, MY 2233

“It is therefore resolved that, with the full consent of this august body, the representative Parliament, and defender of our people, the budget resolution authorizing 20 percent of our treasure be allocated to the well being of our people, so that they may prosper and enhance their lives. And, in doing so, enrich the entirety of this society, whose founding principles were on the wealth and affluence of all Morganites.” Prime Minister Rothchild sat down, and a thunderous storm of approval washed over him. This was one item upon which all the delegates could agree: prosperity and growth.

Morgan looked on from a private balcony. He enjoyed seeing this drama play out, with all its pettiness and bickering it was clear that these were men and women who profoundly agreed. It was a far cry from the early days after the Unity disaster when it was a daily struggle to formant a consensus, with force if necessary. Now it was not necessary.

It was clear that two-thirds of their cities would experience a golden age, and with it unprecedented growth. There were a few cities that needed key improvements, such as hab complexes, but these were growing few. Indeed, worthy city improvements were growing thin, and some cities were now on their third tier of improvement: biology labs.

What to do when there were no more improvements? That was easy to answer, too: build more cities, formers, and especially supply crawlers. There was always more to terraformers to do, such as ripping out fungus and building boreholes, or perhaps an ‘energy park’, a new concept that seemed to have great merit.

Spartan High Command Center, Sparta Command – SPARTA 2234

Director Morgan,

We require more energy mega-credits to assist us in our campaign against the Hive. I have consulted with Pro-Consul and it seems the “balance of trade” between our two nations is hardly balanced. It turns out you reap a great deal more wealth for our business dealings that we do. I have been asked by Pro-Consul Mannsfield to impose a tariff of one energy credit per city to help “even” out the balance of trade. I understand this would complicate our warm and friendly relationship so I will trust you to make the appropriate gesture that will mollify the council members and Pro-Consul Mannsfield. I would hate to have to end our treaty just over a few mega-credits but there is talk of this in the council. However, I am sure you will see the wisdom of being our friend rather than just our business partner.

We have recently convinced an entire regiment of Hive missile infantryman to join our cause. For just another 100 mega credits we could “convince” another infantry regiment to join. It seems Pravin’s cities are about to fall and it is unfortunate that at this time I am unable to spare any troops. However, more troops are in route to Fort Saratoga and I feel that we should be able to launch a counter attack in several more turns. Once Yang stretches out his forces a bit more we can counter-attack and catch him flat footed.

I regret that we have been unable to break the grip of Yang’s forces from Pravin’s cities but our resources are thin as well. We will soon be able to launch our espionage missions into Hive territory and retrieve the plans on airplane designs.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2234

Coronal,

It is my understanding that the last two major Peacekeeper cities on your continent have fallen to the Hive onslaught. This means that your cities are the last bulwark against further Hive advancement, and I urge your people to steel themselves for the trials to come.

With that in mind I remembered an offer you made to sell Synthetic Fossil Fuels to us for 250 energy. I have attached this sum and will approve this transfer upon the attachment of the key files for this technology. As I have said, we pledge not to give or sell this technology to any third party. Moreover, I can assure you that the main Morganite interest is the key ability to remove fungus at a more rapid rate, which would be a fine benefit for us as our lands are afflicted with fungal blight due to an excessive number of fungal blooms we have suffered, eight at last count.

My second suggestion is to use your probe teams to not only subvert Hive units, but to infiltrate him. Intelligence is all. Moreover, you can cripple him by stealing his energy, and any technology you acquire can also be used against him. This benefits you while depriving his People’s Utopia of the resources it needs to expand. Subverting his cities may also be an option; his capital is far away, and his people may be amenable to the values your society has to offer. Using probe teams is a shadow war, one that I am sure you will win.

Beyond this I can only offer advice, and this advice is to increase your economic output by switching to a Free Market economy. This would entail sacrifice and some social disorder, but that is manageable. What is key is the huge boost it would give all your cities, allowing a prestigious increase in energy production. Energy is life, Coronal. You might be concerned about unrest associated with military units in the field. You have told me you intend to fight a defensive war for now, so this shouldn’t be of much concern once your military units are back within your territory.

It is my opinion that after a brief period of disorder that your people would reap huge benefits in switching your economic model. These benefits could be used to push back the forces of the Hive, punishing his primitive economic system that values raw production over economic performance.

Sincerely,
Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Sparta High Command Center, Sparta Command – SPARTA 2235

Director Morgan,

We have agreed to sell our technology to you for the sum of 250 mega-credits.

Your tactical advice on the current military situation has been reviewed. We will soon begin offensive operations against the Hive. Our naval forces are bombarding his troops to weaken them and we will also initiate covert operations against Yang. Our ground forces are highly motivated and skilled while most of Yang’s troops are raw recruits that lack any proper military training. Our reports indicated he actually has a group of young “green” cadets as soldiers in his missile rover regiment!

As far as your suggestion concerning a “switch” as you put it to a free market economy that is for Pro-Consul Mannsfield to decide. It is my belief that something so traumatic as a wholesale switch to a new economic system is unwarranted at this time. Our production in both energy and minerals continues to increase so it does not seem prudent right now, in the middle of a war, to risk social disorder for a few more mega-credits of energy.

The High Command staff would request that you provide a current military assessment of Yang’s forces. Of late, we have dealt him several serious blows and as such I am sure it has weakened his forces. Please include in your report a detailed analysis of war material in production and the expected completion times. This will help guide our actions as to our own production timetables. Once we commence offensive operations: covert then traditional ground, I am sure the pendulum will swing towards us.

I suggest that you consult with Pravin Lal and inform him that once we retake his old city north of Fort Saratoga we will return it to him as quickly as possible. As a “pact mate” to Pravin I would hope you would provide him with as much “military and economic” assistance as possible to build up his forces there or he might suffer another city to fall into the hands of Yang.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2235

Coronal,

Here is the latest information my empaths have on the Hive disposition of forces. This only includes offensive units. Defensive units are almost too many to count.

Impact plasma infantry – 9
Impact synthmetal rover – 2
Missile plasma infantry 8, 8 in production
Missile synthmetal rover 2, 4 in production
Needlejet – 1, 1 in production

I still think you should have your aids consider a switch to Free Market. The economic boost would be considerable, and it would also increase your trade income. In short, it is a long term investment, and perfectly suited to defensive wars and probe actions.

I also wish to inform you that the Board has sanctioned and offensive war against the Cyborgs. To date our hostilities have been one sided, with the Cyborgs launching an occasional invasion and we Morganites defending ourselves. As a result of Aki Zeta-5’s repeated broken treaties we have come to the unpleasant realization that we cannot be good neighbors and that we must act to defend ourselves. We take no delight in doing this since we are not suited to war, and it is a massive waste of resources. Regardless, we will push this to a quick conclusion.

Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Fort Saratoga, Macedonia – SPARTA 2236

Sanchez was still stunned for the explosions that rocked the city during the attack. It had happened so quickly that no one had even had time to sound the alarm. Just before dawn a squadron of Hive ground assault aircraft had struck the city from the northeast. An entire infantry regiment had been destroyed during the attack and their barracks were now a smoking ruin. He knew he would not be able to hold Fort Saratoga for long under this type of attack so he immediately contacted the High Command for instructions on how to proceed. Suddenly his communication consol began to beep and he rushed over to activate it. The screen went from black to white then Colonel Santiago’s face was displayed on it.

“Good morning Colonel.”

“Commandant it seems that you’re having a bad morning. Well, I have some good news for you. Our scientists were able to complete their work on anti-aircraft weapon systems and I am sending you the plans now. You have full authority to use whatever resources you feel are needed to build at least one anti-aircraft infantry regiment or to upgrade as needed.” Santiago replied quickly.

“Thank you Colonel. I think an upgrade is in order first and I will begin that work at once. Do you know where the aircraft came from?” He asked quickly.

“No, but we know where they are now, they are at the Peacekeeper base just to your north. USF SPARTAN FEDERATION has the city under constant bombardment and the USF WARRIOR will join next turn to assist. We estimate that they attack squadron is heavily damaged now and most probably will not attack you again. Also, we received your after-action report on the battle at Fire Base 111. Excellent work! That will hopefully stop the flow of war materials from that direction and give us time to launch espionage attacks at his forces. I also see you convinced another Hive missile infantry regiment to join you, good work again. The High Command is well pleased with your work to date. Expect more reinforcements within four to five turns. You need to hold out till then, understood?”

“Yes Colonel. I also need to report that Pravin Lal has sent troops across the mountain range to our south. Why he has done so is unknown. Suffice it to say it has taken them some time to reach the northern slopes and they are worn down from attacking worms it seems. What are your orders concerning Pravin’s troops?” Sanchez picked up a P.A.D. to write down Santiago’s instructions.

“For now, nothing.” Sanchez looked up at the screen in puzzlement. “Commandant, I want no action taken against his troops unless he would attack us. Is that understood?”

“Yes Colonel.”

“Commandant, you just need to hold on for a little longer. Major Gregovich has informed me he will begin operations against the Hive as soon as he can get clear access of his operatives to get in cleanly and quickly. In five turns you will have more troops. Parade Ground and Citadel will complete some much needed improvements and they will begin building more troops as well. The Spartan Council is even considering a policy change to adopt a free-market economic system that would boost our energy reserves but no decision has been made yet on that. Just a little bit longer Commandant and even more war material and support will be at your command. If need be we will strip our core city garrisons to get you the manpower you need.”

“Thank you Colonel but I think we can manage for now. From all reports if Yang does launch an attack all of the troops he hits us with will be under strength and poorly trained. Our forces should hold.”

“See that they do, Santiago out.” And the screen went dead.

Sanchez put down the P.A.D and eased himself back into the chair. He really at times he had not allowed Santiago to talk him into this job. Commandant of Fort Saratoga and field commander of all the armies of Macedonia, nice titles but far too much work with the resources he had at his command. The few Spartan cities in Macedonia were still trying to build basic infrastructure and help provide what forces they could. It was critical that help came soon….


Director Morgan,

I have no issue with your war with the Cyborgs, good luck!

The Federation council has decided that a change is in order but not at this time. We simply could not risk the wholesale disruption to both our economic, social and environmental systems. When certain improvements are completed perhaps then we can make the switch.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2236

Senior Attache Redfield entered Morgan’s office. She had a big smile on her face, and Morgan put down his work.

“Sir,” she began, “our scientists have come through again, and this time with another totally unanticipated field of research.”

Morgan frowned. “I typically do not like surprises, nor do I like ‘unanticipated research’. Such is a waste of time and effort. Witness the glories of laser weapons, which was useless and for which we spent nine years researching so many decades ago.”

“I think you’ll appreciate this breakthrough, which is in Pre-Sentient Algorithms. This improves our operatives ability, and gives us the ability to design a new project to protect us from almost any espionage attach, the Hunter Seeker Algorithm.”

That got Morgan’s attention. “Indeed.”

Elaine could tell he was pleased. Now for the icing. “Our troops also took Morgan Terminus from the Cyborgs with very little loss. It is garrisoned with three probe teams, one defensive, and six offensive units. Three more offensive units will move in next year.”

“I gave no such authorization to rename the Cyborg city,” Morgan said.

Elaine could tell there was a gleam in his eye though. He was a vain man. “It was the decision of the new base governor. And they are rush building a trained infantry, and will request funds to upgrade it to plasma pulse next year.”

“Very good. Keep me informed,” Morgan said. “Now, I need your assistance for these economic and population projections. It seems we can’t grow our cities past 11,000 people…”

	01-02-2004 18:43									#52
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Sparta High Command Center, Sparta Command – SPARTA 2237

Santiago had been sitting for hours while they completed the annual military review of the war with the Hive. Lt. Colonel Hudson, the last to speak, was giving the tactical/strategic overview on the war.

“Now, it is clear that we can not at this time begin offensive operations. We lack the troops in theater to allow the Army of Macedonia to maneuver freely. Perhaps in several more turns but not now. As you heard from Major Gregovich the way is clear now to begin covert operations against the Hive. Next turn we will send in three teams to breach the security and steal military secrets, infiltrate their networks and transfer energy credits from their offshore accounts into ours. We will hammer the Hive this way every turn we can as long as we can. Commander Stepovich will continue to order his squadron to hammer the Hive coastal city thus weakening any forces trying to find sanctuary there.” Hudson looked up for a moment and paused, everyone looked up from writing notes wondering why he had stopped. “The bottom line is we need more military equipment as soon as possible. As soon as Parade Ground, Ironholm, Hero’s Waypoint and Citadel complete their projects we must convert all production resources to the war and build up our troop levels so that we can begin offensive operations.”

Hudson sat down and looked over at Santiago.

“Thank you Lt. Colonel. I want to stress how important it is that we retool for increased war production. Commandant Sanchez is forced to fight a war on a shoestring budget and with insufficient forces. If I had made way I would scrap every project that is holding up war production but the Pro-Consul has convinced me that our long-term ability to fight this war is better served by completing these projects. Be that as it may I am still not happy. I have ordered next turn the rapid completion of the rover regiment being built here at Sparta and the missile regiment at Bunker 118. This will give Sanchez more men and material to work with. The troops he has now are good but we need to get him more of them. That’s it, lets get back to work.” Santiago stood up and everyone else jumped to their feet and saluted and she returned them. The meeting began to break up but Santiago sat down and studied the holo-map again.

Fire Base 111 had been lost in a counter-attack as well as the troops guarding it. The battle had been fierce, so much so, that when the battle was over the base was gone. One positive development from the battle was the destruction of the city as a forward supply point for the Hive and with the bases destruction the road system had been destroyed as well. Any Hive troops coming that way would be slowed considerably by the lack of a proper road system. What was worrying her now was the lack of credible intelligence on the Hive and the where their troops were at. So it was more important than ever that special operations group got the data they needed. She looked up and Hudson was standing next to her.

“Yes, Lt. Colonel?”

“Colonel you need to get some sleep. You have been putting too much time in here of late and it is wearing you down.”

“Hudson, until we get more data I will be here around the clock. Now, get me the latest troop manifests and strength reports for all of Macedonia.” She turned back to the table and began to study the map again.

Hudson stood there for a second or two more then turned and left to get the reports. There was nothing to do when she was like this. Mannsfield had warned her about this but he had not seen it until now, her near fanatical devotion to managing every aspect of the war. When things began to go bad she felt that only she could solve the problems. He hoped that this time would not be one of those cases.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2237

“Sir, the Cyborgs finished the Project Planetary Transit System,” Elaine informed Director Morgan.

“Good. We delayed our attack on their capital so they would finish it before we continued with the subjugation of the troublesome Cyborgs. What are the defenses at their capital?”

“Substantial,” Elaine said. “They have two synthmetal defenders and three plasma defenders at last count.”

“And our forces?” Morgan asked.

“Two gatling infantry, five gatling rovers, and a scratch impact rover. We have a garrison rover and a pulse infantry. We could build a few more and upgrade, if necessary.”

“Ensure there is enough to take the city in one season. Delays are costly in ineffective. It is better to amass overwhelming force and then shock the Cyborgs. Hopefully then Aki Zeta-5 will see reason and agree to an enforceable peace.”

“You mean a surrender,” Elaine said.

“Of course. Total surrender,” he said. “Now, what of our population boom?”

“It is going well, but it seems many of our bases have the same habitation limit of 11,000 people, and our secondary ring of bases are now approaching that limit. We did found a new base to the south, too. The base commander at Construction thoughtfully recommended the garrison at Processing take up residence to ensure the Cyborg base that is nearby, which has a transport, does not take an undefended base.”

“What of probe defenses?”

Elaine was silent for a moment. “I’ll check, but I don’t think there is any.”

“A critical oversight. We do not have the Hunter Seeker Algorithm active yet, and it will be a few more years before it is done. Before that time we must be vigilant.”

“Yes, sir,” Elaine said as she made a note in her datapad.

*~*~*~*

Office of the Pro-Consul, Sparta Command – SPARTA 2238

Mannsfield laid the latest “request” from the High Command for greater military production on his desk. The war with the Hive was consuming vast amounts of mega-credits, credits that could be used elsewhere. However, there was nothing he could do about it. He had tried several times himself to talk with Chairman Yang and the man was simply too arrogant for words. He must really believe all of the things he has them write about himself, it was the only explanation he could come up with.

He picked up another folder and quickly saw it was another status report from the High Command concerning war production and he threw it back on the pile. No, he had enough for today. Things had been so much clearer when in those early days when the Spartans were struggling to survive on just a few meager food packs and hoping that the next dawn did not bring a worm attack. He stood up and put his sash of office on and walked to the doors.

“Lights off.” He commanded and they blinked off and he opened the door.

His aide and two assistants that sat in the outer lobby stood up quickly as he walked through the doors.

“At ease, at ease.”

“Going home Pro-Consul?” His aide asked.

“Yes.” Mannsfield rubbed his head with the back of his hand. “I am going home and I do not want to be disturbed.”

He walked out of the room and around the corner and he was gone.

“What’s wrong with the boss?” The junior assistant asked. He always asked where Mannsfield was going which had made the other assistant and Mannsfield’s aid suspicious that he might work for the intelligence department.

“We don’t know. Go back to work.” They too returned to work but each of them wondered why the “old man” was getting so tired of late.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Terminus, MY 2238

“We have a problem,” General Wheeling said.

General Clocke looked over to invite him to continue.

“Morgan Construction and Morgan Interstellar are in full riot. Their people object to the war effort, and the fact that our troops are now out of our territory. The base governors have tried converting all their people to placate the crowds, but nothing works. They are asking, no demanding, answers and have forward their formal complaints to Director Morgan, the Parliament Executive Council, and the Board of Directors.”

General Clocke simply nodded. “They won’t have to worry after next year. If the projections are correct we’ll take the base after we destroy their sensor suite, even with their reinforcements. They don’t have a perimeter defense so we won’t lose anyone like with the assault on Terminus.”

“Are you going to go the expected inquiry?” Mark Wheeling asked.

“Of course,” Clocke said, “With Alpha Prime as a war prize.”

General Wheeling smiled.

*~*~*~*

Central military industrial complex assembly area, Sparta Command – SPARTA 2239

Santiago walked up to the edge of the catwalk and looked down and around the vast assembly area. Everywhere she looked she saw the skeletal frames being assembled that would constitute the first attack aircraft squadron of the Spartan air force. It would take another four turns to complete the first squadron since the designers had decided to upgrade the designs stolen from the Hive and add armor belts to protect vital areas and the pilot cockpit.

“Colonel, what do you think?”

Santiago turned and faced the speaker, Air Marshall Wallace Goodknight, commander of all air operations for the Spartan High Command

“I like what I see. You have done some excellent work getting the production lines set-up here and at Parade Ground and Citadel. But what I will really like is when I see them flying off to Macedonia to support the war effort there.” Santiago replied as she motioned for Goodknight to follow her down from the catwalk.

“Colonel I could not agree with you more. The odds we will be facing will be stiff since the Hive already have five full squadrons of attack aircraft.”

Santiago smiled to herself when Goodknight made the comment about the Hive air fleet strength. Along with the designs for aircraft they had also infiltrated their computer network and had stolen a good “chunk” of energy mega-credits. She ordered more “covert” missions as soon as possible to gain more data or if possible more energy credits. What was the most shocking to her was the fact that the Hive’s economy was in shambles and yet they still could build and support a massive military force. It seemed the only thing that was keeping them going was their massive treasury surplus. If somehow that could be eroded then perhaps the Hive’s military production capacity would be destroyed.

“Goodknight your planes will have armor and that will hopefully equalize things. We will build as many as we can as quickly as we can but we also need to get the aircrew training facilities up and running for you as well. With those facilities up and running you will also have superior pilots.” Santiago stepped down onto the production floor where her bodyguards had been standing and she walked over to the nearest plane. The production assembly teams were still measuring and cutting the various beams that were used to make the airframe itself. The workers looked over as she approached and began to look a bit afraid of the great Colonel Santiago.

“Understood Colonel. I agree that we need to begin offensive operations as soon as possible. If we can take out several of these Hive controlled cities then we will deny them resources and production facilities. But Colonel, do you really intent to turn them over once we capture them to Pravin Lal and his Peacekeepers?” Goodknight stood patiently as Santiago bent down and examined the underside of the plane.

“Well, let us say that we will return some bases to Lal but if we do not keep some of them how can we continue to fight the war cut off from our supply lines. No, should this become an issue with Morgan I will simply say I can either keep the base so I can continue the war or return them to Yang since returning them to Lal only set-ups him up for failure.”

“Do you still plan on turning over the aircraft designs to Morgan?” Goodknight quickly replied.

“Yes, but not right away. I want to have at least three aerospace training facilities built first before I turn over the information. The agreement did not stipulate and exact time. Now if Morgan would like to speed the transaction up with a few mega-credits then perhaps we can work something out. Morgan is getting more powerful each turn so I see no reason to add to his wealth on his timetable. Anyway he is enjoying the fruits of his little war with the Cyborgs anyway and will soon but an end to that abomination.”

Santiago stood up, dusted her hands off and turned around to face Goodknight. “Now, lets go see those pilots.”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2239

“General Clocke,” Prime Minister Rothchild said, “you are standing before this Parliamentary Special Commission to answer allegations of gross misconduct in military doctrine, which resulted in massive unrest in two Morganite bases, Morgan Construction and Morgan Interstellar. This disturbance was due to your taking troops outside of their accepted field of battle. The evidence has been presented, and it is clear. How do you plead?”

“I understand charges Prime Minister, and I plead guilty with extenuating circumstances,” the General said. He was in a green military uniform with a full ‘fruit salad’, the most notable of which was a gold starburst of bravery for ‘liberating’ Alpha Prime. No one could fail to see it.

PM Rothchild nodded to accept this plea.

“The diversion from standard fighting protocol was required to conduct a brief out-of-theatre action against the Cyborg capital, Alpha Prime. Troops were stationed outside of their city on rocky terrain, and they were technically in Cyborg territory, which is why I say they were ‘out of theatre’.

“This was required, however, to assault the entrenched defenders at the base. Aki Zeta had reinforced this base with six garrisons, and sound military doctrine suggests that half measures are not appropriate. We had numeric and offensive superiority, but it was not overwhelming.

“The result was that the city was taken this last year, and that it occurred with minimal loss of Morganite life. In fact, no Morganite units were lost except for an obsolete impact rover, the captain of which got carried away and failed to remember she was specifically given orders her group was in the reserves.

“In the end we took the base, secured the Planetary Transit System, and brought in fresh troops to garrison the base from Morgan Terminus.

“I trust this answers the allegations. If it is insufficient then I will tender my resignation to Director Morgan immediately.” The general sat down, and the Commission members were quiet.

Then Rothchild spoke. “General Clocke, your answers and actions are more than sufficient to answer the charges made against you. It is the opinion of this Commission that your actions were both justified and necessary. All charges are henceforth dropped. Moreover, this Commission wishes to thank you for your efforts in bringing the Cyborgs to heel, and pledges to give you the resources necessary to finish the task.”

“Thank you, Prime Minister,” he said.

The barrister then rose and thumped the base of his oversize baton on the floor, causing it to echo through the cavernous room.

**boom…boom**

“The Prime Minister and the Commission have spoken. All issues before this august body are resolved. This Commission is dissolved.”

**boom…boom**

*~*~*~

[b] Command Nexus control center, Fort Saratoga –SPARTA 2240 [/b}

Commandant Sanchez had been working on some reports through the night for the High Command when he suddenly heard the emergency claxon. He jumped up from his desk and rushed down the hall towards the command center with every step the alarm was louder and more ominous. The guards stationed at the entrance to the command center quickly opened the doors as he ran into the room.

“WHATS WRONG!” Sanchez yelled.

The duty officer suddenly turned with a surprised look on his face in his right hand he was holding a comm-unit.

“Commandant, I was just trying to call you. We have an urgent priority #1 flash message from Fort Victory. It seems they are under attack by some biological agent.” Sanchez quickly walked over to the duty officer and was handed the message.

--FLASH –
At 04:31 hours this morning reports from all over the city began to flood into the command center about mysterious deaths during the night. Current estimate puts death toll into the thousands! Can only assume some sort of biological attack from unknown source. Request immediate assistance.

Sanchez put the message down and was about to give the duty officer an order to contact the High Command when the emergency claxon went off again. The duty officer swiveled about and began hitting some keys on the command consol. Within a few seconds a second urgent priority #1 flash message began to scroll across the holo-screen.

--FLASH –
Fort Apache Command Center
At 04:55 hours Fort Apache reporting under attack from unknown biological agent. Hundreds have died during the night including the base commandant. Cannot trace source of attack. Request immediate assistance.

Sanchez slumped into a chair next to the duty officer and tried to absorb the flood of information that was now scrolling across the holo-screens from both bases. The death toll was in the thousands. How could this have happened? No reports of any enemy activity or even covert operations in any area controlled by Sparta so how could this have occurred.

“Captain, have there been any reports here of mysterious deaths or at Fort Ticonderoga?”

“No Commandant.”

“Okay, inform the base medical officer to organize a relief mission for both bases that have been infected. All extra food and medical supplies are to be sent to those infected bases at once. I want our medical teams there as soon as possible.” Sanchez stood up again and pushed his hands through his thick black hair to comb it and then he straightened his uniform.

“Okay, get me the High Command, emergency flash # 1 priority. I want to speak to Colonel Santiago at once.”

	01-02-2004 18:47									#53
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Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command – SPARTA 2240

Santiago watched her computer screen as it continued to flash information about the losses at Forts Victory and Apache. The viral outbreak had killed over four thousand Spartan citizens and civilians and had reduced the populations at both bases to just around three thousand souls in all. What was still so baffling was the fact that they could not find any source for the virus. The only thing they could determine was the virus was airborne and it was deadly. None of the research teams had been able to break down the genetic code and what was even worse the virus had mutated and from all indications it was now non-lethal. The perfect bio-weapon it decimates the population making it easy to re-populate the city with your own citizens since none of the buildings are equipment are destroyed. Instant city! If Yang really had control of such a weapon then the war was over. Perhaps this is why he had stopped attacking, build up your forces first, launch the bio-weapon then simply move in a few infantry regiments to mop-up. The perfect weapon.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Santiago reached down and activated the inter-department vid-phone. The face of Major Stewart popped up on the screen.

“Colonel I have the final report on the virus.”

“What did you find out, did Yang create this?”

“Colonel, I think we have ruled out Chairman Yang as the creator of the virus. Since we gained access to his computer network it is clear he lacks the either the resources or technical skills to create this. What we do know is that the base virus is indigenous to Chiron and has been somehow mutated to be lethal to humans. It enters through the skin and then quickly begins to kill red blood cells, which in a sense suffocates the victim. Once it enters the blood stream it begins to multiply but it does not begin to attack the red blood cells until it reaches maturity and by then there are so many of them death is almost instantaneous.”

Santiago was stunned. A perfect bio-weapon.

“What else do we know?"

“The good thing is if we can detect it soon enough a hospital facility could treat the victims before the virus reaches maturity. However, you need to have a hospital that has the equipment to process a serum to kill the virus.”

“Why don’t we just make a supply up for each base and then have them store them?” She fired back.

“Colonel the antidote can not be stored since it loses its effectiveness within a day. Also, we cannot get enough serum to remote locations in time. So it all depends if a hospital is there that can make the serum.”

“Who made this thing?” Santiago questioned.

“To be honest we do not know but what I do know is that there are only two factions on Chiron that could do this. The Gaians and the Morganites.are the only ones that have the technical expertise and knowledge of Chiron to create such a weapon.”

“Thank you, Santiago out.” She reached over and killed the link.

Damn! Skye or Morgan? One of them had tried to cripple Sparta. She thought hard for some time about the entire situation and what troubled her was that lone Peacekeeper infantry regiment that had set-up camp near Fort Victory. Perhaps Morgan had used Lal to be his agent to deploy the bio-weapon. That was the most likely explanation that had to be it. Now how to deal with it?


Director Morgan,

An unknown enemy has used a terrible biological weapon to kill thousands of Spartans in Macedonia. We have named the biological weapon the “Prometheus virus”. It seems clear that some “agent” has created it as a weapon of war. We have no hard evidence as to who it was but we find it very suspicious indeed that Pravin Lal has stationed an infantry unit next to our city Fort Victory and refuses to communicate with us. Since Pravin lacks the resources to create such a deadly weapon we are left with only our questions as to who could have made it. It seems clear to us though that the culprit would have to have large reserves of mega-credits and sophisticated research facilities.

At this time we are still investigating the attack.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command

*~*~*~

Morgan Industries, MY 2240

Coronal Santiago,

I grieve for your people and your horrific loss. I would caution you, however, to examine the situation again when the pain has subsided somewhat before you make unwarranted accusations, and I commend your willingness to study the circumstances before placing judgment.

Chiron is a very big place, Coronal. I am sure you have examined the geologic data that is freely available and then compared them to our available technology. For any party near Morganite territory, and by that I mean the Cyborgs, Aki, the Gaians, or the Morganites, to reach your territory would have required a trip of at least 15 or 20 years, depending on the delays caused by the accursed fungus. Moreover, there would be additional time needed to both research any offensive toxin and its delivery system, and the means to get it to your territory. In short, such a situation is not probable. That said, in the future I have no doubt that the horrors of biological warfare will rear their ugly head again. The unscrupulous or desperate always are tempted by such an ‘easy’ feat, and at the same time they do not see the consequences.

The other item I would like for you to consider is the obvious: we live on an alien planet. This planet has it own unique and virulent ecosystem, and as we have seen this ecosystem shows signs of being much more integrated that anything that ever existed on Earth. Witness the unending attack of mindworms, and how the xenofungus ‘spawns’ these seemingly as a defense, much like white blood cells in our body. It is clear to me that, if this theory is true, that we are ‘germs’. I can bear witness to the attack of these ‘antibodies’, and I am sure you can also.

The Board does not have any words of wisdom for you that can console you for your loss. They did approve a gift of 50 megacredits to help in the rebuilding process, which I will hope you will pursue with vigor.

Sincerely,
Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Sparta Main Command/Control Center, Sparta Command – SPARTA 2241

Santiago had been waiting for this day for a long, long time. Commandant Sanchez had reported that the espionage teams had once again infiltrated the Hive network and had obtained their map files that he would send via encrypted format as soon as possible. Now the computers were decrypting the coded files and within seconds all of the maps the Hive had obtained would be theirs.

“Colonel we are ready now.” The computer technician reported.

“Display it on the main holo-table now!”

Suddenly the table seem to dissolve then the map began to reform and become clearer. All around the table the entire command staff stood waiting to see how the Hive cities were laid out. Then the image sharpened and locked in.

Almost everyone with the exception of Santiago went white as sheet. Some of the officers sank down into their chairs in shock. A few of them uttered phrases like “my God” or “This can not be”.

Santiago began to look around the room and realized how great of an impact this was having on her command staff and what it might do to them.

“Alright! ON YOUR FEET!” She bellowed at them. “We are Spartans! When I see this map I see possibilities, strategic choke points just like we thought there would be. If one little map has this effect on you then by God I need to get a new command staff!” Her voice was like a whip and it snapped all of them out of their stupor.

“Colonel I am sure you are right but this changes the entire strategic and tactical plan.” Hudson replied quickly.

“Yes it does, so lets get to work and make a new one!” Santiago sat down and the others took their seats. Yes, there would be work to do, lots of it. She was not as shocked by the map as were the others but what did trouble her was the entire map, something all of them had failed to notice. Morgan, Zakharov and Aki-Zeta. All of their cities were now mapped in detail for her review. No wonder why the Cyborgs and University were so backward. They had fallen on even worse luck when they landed than she did. Why had Zakharov never developed the rich jungle continent was still an amazement to her and why had Morgan not gone after the energy rich uranium fields and what amazed her the most was that structure, another massive alien structure. What other secrets could it have? Well, this changed many things for Sparta and Corazon Santiago.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Prime, MY 2241

“Well, this is messy,” Lieutenant Wallace said. He was looking at the new land the Cyborgs had inexplicably raised northwest of Morgan Prime, the former Cyborg capital. A huge swath of land, at least three sectors worth, had risen out of the fungus-choked sea. It was odd since General Clocke ordered that they remain unmolested; they choked off the Cyborg’s manufacturing ability and posed no real threat. And, the Cyborgs might need them when the day came submit to the Morganites.

“That doesn’t matter. The Cyborgs are using their last artillery piece to bombard our forces massed outside one of their bases.”

“Any effect?” Wallace asked.

“Nothing significant. The forest protects us, and many of our units have armor. And,” Senior Aid Perkins said, “it looks like we’ve goaded their gatling rover into attacking.”

Both watched and the battle washed too an fro. The pulse plasma defender was doing a good job, and both knew that if they failed their reactor would hurt everyone in the massed attack.

That was not to be. The Cyborg rover fell silent, evidently rendered useless by the return fire.

“What remains to defend that base? Clocke will want to know.”

Wallace shunted through the command datapad. “A synthmetal garrison.”

“Is that all?” Perkins asked. “Well then, the Cyborg will fold faster than we thought.”

*~*~*~*

Office of the Pro-Consul, Sparta Command – SPARTA 2242

The doors opened and Mannsfield stood up as Colonel Santiago walked into the room and up to his desk. It was always hard to read Santiago but if he had to guess he would say she was happy.

“Good morning Colonel.” Mannsfield moved from behind his desk and walked up to her to shake her hand.

“Good morning Mannsfield.” She shook his hand.

“Please set down.” He motioned for her to sit and he moved back around his desk to his chair.

“So Colonel, what can I do for you? It was a bit out of the norm for you to want to see me.” Mannsfield picked up a stylus and his P.A.D.

“Let me get to the point. I am pleased, very pleased for the first time in some time all of the core Spartan cities are producing equipment for war.” Santiago replied.

“We are trying to meet your requirements Colonel.” Mannsfield replied defensively.

“Not to me liking!” Santiago leaned forward in her chair and slammed down her fist on the desk. “I need more guns for the infantry, more attack rovers and more planes. If we are going to defeat the Hive or even bring them back to the peace table we need to begin going on the offensive. The Hive is simply out building us at every turn. For every rover we build he is building three and it just keeps getting worse.”

“Colonel I have seen the information on the Hive and I agree it is a daunting task but if we give up on improving out cities and production capabilities then we will really loose. I would suggest a limited military campaign against the Hive. Target just one city every ten turns and the first one I would take is that city just to the north of Fort Saratoga.”

“Mannsfield that is the plan I already came up with but I can not do it until I get some more planes and more troops.”

“Colonel, then I would suggest the following. Once Parade Ground and Citadel complete their attack squadrons then lets transfer some of this military production to the Thracian colonies. Many of them already have good internal infra-structure and that way we can spread out the production more and allow our core cities to grow.”

Santiago crossed her arms over her chest and bowed her head in thought. Mannsfield watched her as she debated the pros and cons with herself. She really had not choice. Sparta could not “out build” the Hive so what they had to use was their superior technology and troop quality. They had to chip away at the Hive “inch by inch” rather than any grand invasion. Take a base and hold then move on. Let Yang throw his troops into the Spartan meat grinder as they try to storm the walls. Then move to the next base.

“Okay pull together a plan and send it the High Command for review.” Santiago stood up and quickly turned and walked out of the room.

Mannsfield hadn’t even had a chance to stand up and show her out. Ever since the creation of the council Santiago had never been too pleased about sharing power let alone having to compete for resources. For her it was simple and easy to understand, Sparta is at war therefore Sparta should build weapons. However, Yang’s society, his cult, could out produce Sparta in war material any day. So the battle could not be one by numbers it had to be done with tactics and patience. Chip away, chip away…

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2242

Morgan cut the holo link and sat back in his throne-like black leather chair. It was over. Aki Zeta-5 had formally surrendered, and this time in a Pact that was more than just a piece of paper. She had finally realized, after the easy victory and the taking of her latest city, that she had absolutely no hope of survival, much less victory.

Now investment could continue apace, not that the war material had been too much of a strain. It was more of an irritation since troops that were out of Morganite territory caused so much unrest. There were benefits, though. This new Pact would bring in 23 megacredits per year in trade, and megacredits were always good.

Other changes had gone well, too. The Board had made a surprising discovery – switching from Wealth to knowledge would bring greater benefits than would be believed. Research was predictably increased by 20 percent, but overall efficiency was increased, too. That meant greater stability, and more economic gain through less waste. Morgan reflected that the emphasis on intellectual freedom would make them more vulnerable to attack, but the recently completed Hunter Seeker Algorithm would solve that problem.

So there were no enemies nearby, so what were the unresolved problems? The only significant issue was the war with the Hive, who empire was waxing while the Spartans were trying to keep and preserve their holdings. What could be done about that? Morgan frowned. The answer was that not much could be done. The Spartans were too far away for any material assistance. It did not take too much of an imagination to see that the situation could continue for the foreseeable future.

If only Santiago would see reason! Economics was the key, not brute force military strength. Head to head the Hive would beat them on that front since they were much more numerous and productive.

Morgan sighed. He had tried. The next step was Santiago’s.

*~*~*~*

Command Nexus control center, Fort Saratoga – SPARTA 2243

Sanchez had just received the latest intelligence report from the High Command and it was not good. Yang had issued orders to deploy most of his air power forward to the Hive base just north of Fort Saratoga. What made matters worse was the fact that Yang had also reinforced the base with more ground troops and assault rovers. It was clear Yang was planning something and he needed to contact Santiago and consult with her.
He reached over and activated the communication link and contacted the High Command. In about 10 minutes they were able to track down Santiago and route the call to her.

“Good morning Colonel, I am sorry to wake you up.” Sanchez commented when he noticed that she was still in her quarters and was dressed in a gray robe rather than a uniform.

“What’s happened?”

“I am about to send you the latest intelligence now, it should be on your screen in a moment.” Sanchez activated the transfer and waited while the information was downloaded to Santiago and she had time to read it. About 20 minutes went by as Sanchez watched Santiago read the information he had sent.

“Okay, it looks like Yang might move against you soon, is that how you see it?” She asked

“I agree. It does seem clear that he is moving more troops into the area to either help defend the old Peacekeeper base or launch an attack, I would say it is the latter.”

“I concur. Up until now he has lacked a forward support base that he could launch air sorties which limited his ability to strike at us since none of his planes would make it back. The fact that he has moved them up to clearly indicates he is willing to expose them to our forces in order to use them against us in an attack.” Santiago pulled a book from out of her desk and began to read it then after several minutes she looked up. “Okay, as I see it you have only one air defense unit right now. If at all possible we need to get you another air defense infantry regiment as soon as possible, by the end of next turn. Also, we need more attack and interceptor airplanes. We need to gain control of the air or this war is lost.”

“Once again Colonel, I agree. The question is how?” Sanchez replied.

“Leave that to me. I will get you the air defense troops as quickly as we can. The planes are another issue. Keep me apprised of any changes immediately, is that clear?”

“Yes Colonel.”

”Santiago out.”

Sanchez watched the screen grow dark and the lights in the room automatically adjusted the light level higher. He had to hold….

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Personal quarters of Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command

Santiago sat quietly in her chair for some time going over all of the possibilities she had in front of her and she didn’t like a single one. Mannsfield had completed his economic policy proposal that would “switch” the Spartan economic system from centrally planned to free market. He had also prepared a similar report that explored the possibilities of “switching” the economy to a green system. The main drawback to the free market system would be the social disorder it would create. More specialists would have to be allocated to support the population and as a result food riots could occur along with other social problems such as crime. The “green” plan had some good features to it but it would not solve the fundamental problem of production. She had even requested a separate report, a secret report, from Major Gregovich that explored the possibilities of dissolving the federation council and replacing it with the military command council with her as the supreme leader of the Spartan people, essentially a military dictatorship. The plan drafted by Gregovich included recommendations to help focus their efforts into either research or pure military conquest. Both ides had interesting and beneficial aspects as well as negative ones.

However, there was one idea she had been thinking about for some time and perhaps it was time to explore that option. She stood up and let her robe fall to the floor as she walked to the shower naked. The anti-aging treatments and a strict military regime of exercise and diet had kept her skin and beauty nearly flawless. In fact, the only leader on Chiron that looked more ageless was Skye. However, no leader had her health and stamina and physical capabilities. Her “idea” made her think about all of the other leaders on Chiron and the one she respected the most was Morgan. He might be fat and soft but his mind was as sharp as hers, perhaps even more so. He was also ruthless but he had demonstrated he had some integrity and in his own way he would honor any agreement you just had to make sure you read the “fine print”. As she turned on the shower and let the cold water snap her attention back into focus she realized that there was only one faction on Chiron, other than Yang, that could help Sparta in any measurable way and that faction was Morgan. So she would propose the plan to him and see if he would accept. If he did accept then depending upon how things developed she would or wouldn’t have to implement the changes in the economic and social system of Sparta. If he refused then she would gather her resources and in four turns she would make the change to a military dictatorship with a free market system and she would assume control of the research complexes of Sparta and give them whatever they needed to improve their technology and efficiency. It was not her first choice but it was her only choice that would increase their resources to fight this war. The biggest problem Sparta had was the simple fact that none of the Sparta cities or production capacity was centralized on one landmass while Yang had all of his bases centralized on one continent. The Spartan nation could never be easily overrun simply due to the fact it was spread out over three continents but it also made it very difficult to focus the industrial capacity of the entire nation into one purpose.

Santiago stepped out of the shower and toweled herself off. It was time to contact Morgan.


Director Morgan,

It has become very clear to the High Command that even if we implemented drastic social and economic changes to combat the Hive hordes it would simply not be enough. It would take many, many turns for Sparta to recover and then utilize the new prosperity brought about by the changes. In the meantime, Yang will be free to exploit our temporary weakness to secure even more land and power. This is something neither of us wishes to see. If left unchecked Yang’s power will continue to grow menace all the factions on Chiron.

So this is what I wish to propose. We have secured the plans for airplane technology and per our agreement we will send these to you as soon as we are able. With aircraft technology you will be able to build airplanes that will significantly increase your military reach. However, even with such technology the distance between your nation and ours is very far. So I propose the following. We will dispatch a transport loaded with terraformers to build an airstrip in a strategic location. This will allow you to move your air fleet to our theater of operation and assist us in repelling and in time defeating the Hive. In order for us to work so closely we would have to establish a much higher level of treaty, a pact. With this “pact” we can both jointly use facilities and support each other. In essence we would provide the ground forces and some air support and you would provide the remaining air support. With such an arrangement we can quickly push back the Hive and reestablish dominance over him.

I hope you take the time to consider my offer.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2243

Coronal Santiago,

Your offer is most intriguing, and I commend you in your efforts to improve your economic situation while your society is under duress. I would venture to guess you have found that the initial transition to a free market economy is painful. We dealt with the social disorder while Morganite society was much less developed than yours, although we had the advantage of not being under serious threat from one such as Yang.

The Board is fully supportive of an upgrade of our relations. Such a move can only serve to strengthen both of our societies, and bring significant economic benefits. I can assure you that if such an offer is made that it will be accepted. However, as gesture of good faith we request that you transfer to us the files on Doctrine: Airpower. My empaths noticed you acquired this technology from the good Chairman some time ago. I did not mention it previously, but this is a good venue.

The second part of your proposal is most interesting, and audacious. You must understand that any Morganite aircraft would have to be defensive interceptors. Such are the limitations of a free market economy. This would mean a significant number of air bases, and a considerable period of time to develop. After a bit of through it occurred to me that a string of bases would be more efficient, and permanent. I have not broached the subject with the Board, but now that we have secured the Planetary Transit System from the Cyborgs such bases would be immediately significant. A string of sea and land bases might be sufficient, but each would have to be no more than eight or ten sectors apart.

But, even if such a grand plan were to come into being it could not be so in a small amount of time. Such a plan is predicated on the construction of aircraft, which would require city improvements to ensure they had proper training. And, we do have other priorities that will take a good portion of our not inconsiderable resources.

Coronal, this is a grand idea – one that we should explore further.
Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command – SPARTA 2244

Director Morgan,

I was genuinely pleased and surprised and your acceptance to our offer of a “pact”. I have sent to you in encrypted format the files on aircraft design and our offer of a pact. Based on your previous communication I can only assume that you will agree. I was somewhat offended by your comment concerning the length of time we have had the plans for fighter craft. If you review your own agreement no firm timetable was set, just the mention of “several turns later”. We only had obtained the files less than five turns ago. However, I am willing to overlook this matter in light of the greater good we can achieve.

The only stipulation I would “add” to this pact agreement is this. While we are allies neither of us would take any action that might cause harm to the other. For example, if Yang decided to make peace with you and not us you would not take advantage of this situation and sell him highly classified technology to him. Our guiding principal in all actions should be “to do no harm”. I doubt you could find fault in this or have any objections. By entering into a “pact” or “alliance” we become brothers in arms and as such all actions should be reviewed with that in mind.

The High Command has reviewed your proposal for bases to serve as refueling stations rather than an airbase. We submit that the construction of just two sea bases could provide a suitable route between your territory and ours. If you agree to this proposal submit your coordinates to us as to the location of your bases and then we will to you.

Lastly, as a gesture of your goodwill I propose that we exchange map files. If you agree we will send ours in the return communication. As alliance members there should be no reason now to keep such information secret.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command


Santiago hit the send button and then stood up and looked out her window and up into the sky. There far above the capital of Sparta were con-trails from the 1st attack squadron, the “screaming eagles”. Next turn they would deploy to Macedonia followed by even more planes. In some sense Santiago regretted sending the proposal to Morgan, perhaps she had been too hasty in seeking his help. However, by locking Morgan into her camp she denied this option to Yang. Check! Sparta could not risk the possibility of Yang making a separate peace treaty with Morgan and then cutting Sparta off. She turned and picked up the report from Sanchez, her son. The squadrons of attack planes Yang had deployed to the Peacekeeper base had been badly damaged by naval gunfire. Should they attack they would not be at full strength. More anti-air infantry regiments were coming on line as well. Perhaps next turn would be the year that marked the high water mark of the Hive.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2244

Coronal,

I have accepted your offer of a Pact, and attached our map files. I notice that you attached the filed for Doctrine: Airpower and your map files and that the deal awaits your final approval. I look forward to a period of greater cooperation between our peoples!

Since we are now Pacted the Board agrees not to provide assistance to those with whom our Pact sister is at war. Such is only just. I should point out that we Morganites bear Yang no love whatsoever, and that it would be against our interests to support him in any case.

In the meantime the Parliament will draw up plans for construction of air training facilities and the construction of interceptors. I do think your estimate of the number of bases that will be required to traverse the territory between our peoples is grievously low, however. Moreover, it is likely that a combination of sea and land bases will be appropriate to assist the flight of air resources to your territory.

Sincerely,
Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Office of Colonel Corazon Santiago, Sparta Command – SPARTA 2245

Director Morgan,

I will soon issue a directive to the Federation Council to organize the required resources to build several sea bases once these have been established they should easily provide access to our “sphere” of the planet. This should allow you to “shuttle” your aircraft to Sparta and aid our cause. Each time we establish a sea base we will update our map files and send them to you.

I understand that it will take some time to organize your forces and make the suitable preparations to build your forward bases to create a supply chain. I do need to make one thing clear. As it stands now our “spheres” of influence dominate the northern and southern areas of the planet. I see no reason at this time to extend our spheres into each faction’s territory. We will extend our sea bases northwards but not to extend beyond the equatorial line. We feel that this limitation will only serve to prevent any issues or areas of contention. As allies in arms we need to work together to establish safe and secure facilities and trying to over-extend ourselves only serves our enemies, not each other.

So once again I hope this will begin a very honorable arrangement between brothers and sisters in arms.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2245

Coronal Santiago,

I have requested that the Planetary Council be convened so that we may all discuss an issue of prime importance to us all – the enhancement of trade. The Morganite Board of Directors has requested that all of us on Chiron form a Global Trade Pact, which will have the effect of doubling all of our trade. It is instructive that only those enlightened factions, such as ours, will benefit from this trade pact. Those un-enlightened factions, such as the repressive regime of Chairman Yang, will get exactly nothing from this proposal due to the primitive nature of their economy and the sad fact that they have no trade. I have unofficial word that my Pactmates Aki Zeta-5, Zakharov, Deirdre, and Pravin Lal will all support this measure, and I hope you will see the value in supporting this effort.

Your argument on spheres of influence seems a bit premature. You will have noticed that we Morganites have been perfectly happy to expand our current holdings. But, if you wish to claim half of Chiron I will not stop you. I would venture to guess that the other faction leaders who are directly affected by your unilateral pronouncement, such as Pravin Lal and Chairman Yang, might feel differently.

Director Morgan

	01-02-2004 18:56									#55
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Command Nexus control center, Fort Saratoga – SPARTA 2246

The doors to the command center opened and Santiago walked in wearing a flight suit and under her arm was her pilot’s helmet. Sanchez stood up quickly and saluted, as did the entire command staff in the room.

“Colonel, I had no idea that you were coming!” A very surprised Sanchez remarked as he dropped his salute when Santiago returned it with a quick flip.

“Commandant I have decided to take command of the Army of Macedonia. Based on the intelligence the old Peacekeeper base Yang captured to the north has been considerably weakened by naval gunfire. Add that to the fact that your stubborn defense of Fort Saratoga has destroyed thousands of his troops in the process. The High Command and I agree that the time is right for us to make a move on the base. We will soon have two more fighter squadrons join us and they will be the tip of the spear. The plan is simple: fighters will strafe the city and take out any planes on the ground or in the air then ground forces will move in and take the city.” Santiago sat down in a chair at the head of command/conference table and began punching up the map around Fort Saratoga. “As soon as the fighters that I arrived with are refueled and the pilots briefed I want a reconnaissance flight sent out to scout east and north of the city. Once we are sure there are no Hive troops marching from the east we can then issue orders for the army to march to here.” She stood up and picked up a laser pointer and highlighted a sector just north of the city. “Once they are in position the planes will make their sortie and then the army can move in.” She sat back down and began to unbutton her flight suit.

“Colonel I thought the plan was to wait till we could get some Morgan military assistance?” Sanchez replied as he sat down next to her.

“We can not wait on Morgan and to be honest with you the more we capture before he gets any forces into position the better for us. Once he has troops or planes or equipment in theater it will be all the harder to get him out. Besides our energy reserves are up and we can now build equipment faster than before. I want to see us take at least four to five cities before he arrives. Then we can assign his forces to security work in the rear rather than helping in any attack.”

“The plan you have laid out does not speak to highly of our new ally” Sanchez replied in a mocking tone.

“ I agree. Our alliance we simply a means to check any move by Yang to create an alliance with Morgan. What the command staff and I feared was that once we began our attack on Yang he might try and make a quick peace with Morgan. Now that we have Morgan in our camp we are free to act.” Santiago looked around the command center and began to study the holo-displays that floated around the room. She always liked this command center the best; it was smaller and more intimate, the information was easier to view and comprehend.

“Colonel I have to ask, will I be allowed to join the army?” Sanchez’s comment made her stop looking at the displays.

“No, you will stay here.” The look on his face was firm but she could tell he was very disappointed. “However, I have good news for you. In appreciation for your supreme tactical skills in the constant struggle to defend Fort Saratoga, your management of relief services during the viral outbreak at Fort Victory and your management of the Army of Macedonia you are being promoted the rank of Lieutenant Colonel and military governor of all of Macedonia. Your base of operations will be here at Fort Saratoga and your first act as military governor will be to name a new commandant.” Santiago looked around the room and she could see from the happy smiles of the command staff they also were pleased with the news. Sanchez was well loved by his men due to his reputation as leader and hard worker who cared for his men.

“Colonel, I could think of new better replacement than my second in command here, Captain Sosa.” Sanchez replied quickly and then looked over at his friend who had been standing a few meters away at a communication station, Sosa quickly turned when he heard the news and smiled and nodded his head in appreciation.

“Excellent! Now as a military governor you will be a member of the High Command staff and a voting member of the Federation Council. You will have your own transport plane to shuttle you anywhere you please or need to be. Also, just to let you know I have appointed Lt. Colonel Hudson to be the new military governor for Sparta and I promoted Commandant West to Lt. Colonel and the new military Governor of Thrace.” Santiago looked around the room quickly then stood up and motioned for Sanchez to follow her over to his office. As they entered the office she closed the door and turned to him. “I have told the others and I am telling you. I need for you to become as knowledgeable as possible concerning the operations that the Federation Council manages. If need be, in a time of crisis, I might have to dissolve the council and impose martial law. You three governors will assume control of the government and answer to me, is that clear?”

Sanchez was stunned for a minute as he absorbed her words. “Understood.”

“You three are the people I trust the most and as such in a time of crisis the ones I will count on to help preserve the Spartan people, the Spartan dream.” Santiago sat down in a chair and shook her hair free from the knot she had tied it in. Sanchez moved to sit at his desk but Santiago motioned for him to sit next to her.

“Carlos it is important that you understand something else, something for you to know only. If I should die in this coming battle I have prepared a document for you. In that document is my recommendation for you to become the next Colonel and supreme military commander of Sparta.” Santiago looked into Sanchez’s eyes and realized the enormity of the statement she had just said. Since landing at Sparta Command her will has been the guiding force behind every action taken. She had built a whole new society with her own hands.

“Colonel, why me?” Sanchez asked with a hint of panic in his voice. Santiago was glad to hear it if she hadn’t then she might have thought she had made the wrong choice.

“You are the best man for the job. Everything you have accomplished to date is a tribute to yourself and to our nation. I also have other reasons but that is for me to know.”

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” Sanchez ordered.

A young lieutenant walked in the room and held out a piece of paper.

“Commandant this just came in from the High Command for the Colonel, her eyes only.”

Santiago stood up and took the note and read it quietly for several minutes and then looked at Sanchez.

“A note from Morgan, I need to send a reply.”


Director Morgan,

First, let me say that I have no plans on conquering half of Chiron, as appealing as that may sound. We are still new to being allies and as such I wanted to make sure there were no incidents that might damage our new relationship. Your resources, just like ours need to be put to the best use possible and building bases in the southern continent or us in the north would be a waste. I can support your troops if need be as I am sure you would ours.

I also wish to inform you that we will soon began our first offensive operation against the Hive. Yang has wasted countless numbers of troops trying to breach the walls of Fort Saratoga to no avail. We have an air force now that can contend with his and we intend to put it to the test. Our first target will be the old Peacekeeper city to the north. Once we have secured it then we will determine then if we can continue the struggle.

Once again, I feel, in time, I think we can work more closely to resolve other major disputes and problems that might arise to the satisfaction of all concerned.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Fort Saratoga

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2246

The bailiff slowly raised his gold encrusted staff into the air and then ponderously brought it down again.

**boom…boom**

“The most honorable Prime Minister, exemplar of the Parliament, duly elected representative of the Morganite people, enters. All rise,” he intoned.

Men and women in long flowing robes, which varied from elegantly sedate to garishly ornate, rose as one. Lush fabrics swished, and Prime Minister Rothchild entered the room. He bowed to the member of the Loyal Opposition, Minister Payne Watkins of the Conservatives, and then to his Senior Deputy Rose Ssarn. Then he pulled his high back gold leaf Chair Of State and sat down. An attendant materialized to help him push the heavy carved wooden seat to the proper position.

The bailiff strode forward.

**boom…boom**

“All rise! The honorable Director Morgan, Chair of the Morganite Board of Directors and Minister Without Portfolio Exemplar,” he said. All heads turned as the CEO pushed the grand doors of the Parliament inward and walked down the crimson carpet to the central dias. Whereas the ministers wore flamboyant robes befitting of his rank, the CEO was understated with a meticulously cut navy blue collarless suit and iridescent white shirt. His diamond studded gold cuff links and buttons refracted the light, making him seem to shimmer slightly as he ascended.

“Director Morgan,” the Prime Minister started. “I welcome you on behalf of the Parliament to our humble chamber.”

“I am pleased to attend,” the CEO replied, bowing slightly to the Prime Minister, then giving a brief nod to Minister Watkins and Ssarn. “It is my duty to report to this august body and sate the people’s right to understand the place in which we stand, and the vision we have for the future.”

Rothchild nodded, motioning for him to continue.

“Our position is strong, Prime Minister. Our war with the Cyborgs is long over, and we have come to a permanent solution to that conflict. We are Pacted with the University, bringing us the knowledge the good Prokhor graces us with, the vaunted Lady Deirdre Skye and her deep knowledge of Chiron, Pravin Lal and his people of peace and upholders of the best of old, lost Earth, and Coronal Santiago, whose martial people are an example all of us on the principles of honor. It is telling that we have come to such a position, and it has been through hard work and the values our people possess. Alone among the survivors of Unity has Chairman Yang chosen not to be our partner; he stands alone.

“More than that, we have convinced these disparate parties of the value of trade, and the riches that it brings. That, and the completion of the Planetary Energy Grid, has boosted our coffers to unprecedented levels, quintupling our energy reserves in one year and almost doubling our scientific output. And, our people benefit with a greater level of happiness.

“Truly, the future looks bright. I submit this most inadequate report to this Parliament, and invite their questions,” he said, bowing slightly.

Rothchild looked over. “Director, it is true that we have an unprecedented level of diplomatic success, but at what cost? Our Pact with the Peacekeepers came at the cost of war with the Hive. And our Pact with the Spartans came with the commitment to purse that war. My question to you, is what will be the cost of these alliances? The Parliament and the Morganite people have a right to know the full impact of what they will be expected to sacrifice for these ends.”

“The cost will not be more than they can bear, and indeed, pursing these aims will allow us to expand our influence to a much greater extent. I propose that our efforts to assist the Peacekeepers and Spartans against the Hive follow three phases. The first phase will be the concurrent establishment of sea and land bases. These will be both forward sentry points and staging areas for aircraft that will eventually assist in helping the denizens of the Hive see reason.

“Phase 2 is the construction of at least three aerospace complexes. This can happen concurrently with Phase 1, and it should since these facilities have a significant price tag. Phase 3 will be the construction of a two interceptor wings. The first wing will be sent to assist the Spartans in their war efforts. The second wing will be for local defense and will be stationed in and around our holding for both defense of our core cities and our newly built frontier.”

Minister Watkins ventured, “A grand plan, Director. What time frame would you place on this…expedition? It seems much needs to be prepared, and much energy spent, to see such a plan to completion.”

“You are entirely correct,” Morgan said. “I propose that 10 percent of our cities production be devoted to this cause. This is not a hard number, and will of course be dependent on local needs. Such a commitment should not overly tax our productive capability. Indeed, with the completion of boreholes and as terraformers make more and more land useful for resource extraction I expect this will not be much of a burden. Our construction of infrastructure will continue apace, I assure you, and with the guidance of this Parliament all such projects will be expedited.”

Minister Ssarn then called for a recess. Morgan looked over the senior council, trying to read their faces. Most were ambivalent, but Nwabudike could feel a growing excitement, a tension at having a new vision.

Morgan smiled. Just as he planned.

*~*~*~*

Command Nexus control center, Fort Saratoga – SPARTA 2247

Director Morgan,

I called for elections so that we could determine the level of support for our new alliance. I had heard rumors that Yang was trying to undermine your authority and coerce several other factions to declare war against you. This would certainly distract you and our alliance from the greater goal of defeating Chairman Yang.

I congratulate you on your re-election to office.

Colonel Corazon Santiago,

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Fort Saratoga

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Morgan Industries, MY 2247

Coronal,

Thank you for your trust. I truly appreciate the gesture.

You will note, if you examine the production of our cities, that two have started the first start up of our efforts to aid you in the struggle against Chairman Yang. Morgan Robotics is now starting construction of an aerospace complex, and Morgan Mines is starting a transport to ferry a few colony pods to nearby islands. The Board decided that a few well-placed land colonies would be more efficient that a sea colony, at least at this time. The proposed bases will be placed on the large landmass southeast of our territory. That, in combination with the use of Zakharov’s bases, should be a good start. We will not count on Zakharov, of course, but I consider his bases a backup in case of the worst.

Sincerely,
Director Morgan

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One sector north of Fort Saratoga, Army of Macedonia – SPARTA 2248


Santiago jumped out of the command rover and looked down the hillside of dead Hive soldiers. The battle had lasted the better part of the day and for once the Hive infantry had put up a fight but in the end the superior mobility of the Spartan rovers won the day. The Spartan wounded and dead had already been removed from the battle field but Santiago had ordered that all dead Hive soldiers were to be left on the field of battle to honor their sacrifice today.

“Colonel a high priority message coming in for you” The communications officer for her command rover rushed over to give her the mobile vid-phone unit. The face of Pro-Consul Mannsfield popped up on the tiny screen.

“Mannsfield what do you need?” She barked as she wiped some grime and blood from her face.

“Colonel, the Spartan Federation Council wishes to inform you that late last night we completed an alliance with the University. This alliance is based on the exchange of technology and information between our two societies and as a result we have seen a marked increase in our research rates and efficiency. The University will make excellent scientific partners but not very good allies in arms.” Mannsfield reported.

“I could veto this alliance, right Mannsfield? Don’t you think in the future you should consult with me? What did you get in exchange for this pact?” She fired back.

“Nothing except the increase in technology that we will reap as a result. We did have to trade some technology to the University to speed up the negotiations.” Mannsfield quickly replied.

“So if I understand you correctly, we have opened up our scientific research channels that make us more vulnerable to attack by espionage units. We traded our technology away for nothing, is there anything else?” Santiago barked back.

“Well, I thought it prudent to solicit a loan from the University to secure the completion of some projects and an earlier than project date, such as the new air-force training facility at Sparta Command.” Mannsfield allowed some irritation to sneak through his normally even toned voice.

“Mannsfield send me everything you have on this new alliance. Santiago out!” She slammed the vid-phone to the ground and smashed it with her heel. DAMN!

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2248

Morgan sighed.

In many ways this was tedious, but necessary. Offering solicited or unsolicited advice to base managers had become an institution and Morgan knew exactly where that fault lay with himself. He had seen to it that these decisions reached his desk in the early years. Now there were many more decisions to make and they still needed his approval. In fact, no social improvement or project was started without his explicit approval.

That said, Morgan knew that if he objected he could have the base managers be completely independent and then trust to those decisions. But he knew that he got a perverse pleasure from finding good terraforming projects, moving around crawlers, suggesting social improvements that may not be intuitive but very useful in the future. Such was his lot.

At least he was spared the painful political process. Poor Rothchild! He did seem to relish the challenge for riding herd on all the ministers. As the old saying went, it was like herding cats. He was a very good cat herder, however.

It seemed the latest breakthrough had been…disappointed. Centauri Meditation was useful, but not as useful as the recent breakthrough Zakharov had. And he had turned down a trade flat saying he was not authorized to trade at this time. Morgan had used that exact wording in the past with Zak, and even though relations were at an all-time high it was irritating.

Time to redouble effort and spend 60 percent on research. That still left a hefty cash surplus, and took breakthroughs to three years. He could live with that.

*~*~*~*

One sector north of Fort Saratoga, Macedonia – SPARTA 2249

Corazon turned over at the sound of approaching soldiers.

“Over here!” She yelled or what she thought was a yell. Her oxygen tank and re-breather unit had been damaged in the fighting so all she had left to keep her alive were the emergency O2 tablets that helped her lungs process the air but only barely.

“COLONEL!” Several medics heard her gasp and rushed over and began to administer oxygen and checking her for wounds.

“What happened Colonel?” One of the medics asked as he checked her pulse and temperature.

“The command team I was leading got cut off by a Hive infantry regiment we fought for hours but eventually they overran our position.” She took another long pull on the oxygen mask and continued. “It was hand to hand combat for hours, something those Hive soldiers don’t seem to practice much but they soon learned. We won but it was costly. I blacked out trying to reach the rear.”

“Well, Colonel we did win the battle. The entire army of Macedonia was engaged in hand to hand combat, just like you, through the night. It was not until this morning we realized that all of the Hive soldiers were dead, nearly four thousand men!” The medic took out an IV bottle and hooked it up to Santiago. “I will inform the High Command you are okay and we will call for immediate EVAC. Governor Sanchez just knew you would be alive and ordered more medic teams to search the area, good thing he did.”

“How is the army?” She asked faintly.

“One infantry regiment was wiped out and almost every other regiment is down to 20% capacity. It was a tough battle. More troops are being rushed in to secure the area but Governor Sanchez has ordered the army to hold this area for now. Attack planes are providing security for now.” The medic looked up at the other medic who made a hissing sound. The second medic had gently turned Santiago to one side only to find a Hive knife stuck in her leg.

“Colonel did you know you had a knife in your leg?” The second medic asked.

“Yes, I was afraid if I pulled it out I would bleed out so I left it.” She laid her head back and took another deep pull on the oxygen.

“Colonel, I have found perhaps a hundred men today with similar wounds and they were all dead. How did you live?”

“It will take more than a Hive knife to kill me. Now lets get going.” She closed her eyes and took another deep breath of oxygen.

The medics finished up there field dressings and decided it was best to leave the knife in as well until they could get her back to the field hospital.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2249

Manager Sedrick Sing, Morgan Distribution: Request to use the resources of three supply crawlers to advance the special project Aesthetic Virtues.

Morgan looked over the proposal, viewing the lost resources that would be sacrificed by switching the crawlers from resource harvesting to scrap. After a few moments he determined that the decision was elementary. Due to growth, the crawlers had no sector to harvest resources. In short, they were redundant until more terraformers were brought on line. Morgan made a note to self: encourage base managers to fund more formers, particularly if they requested significant projects like boreholes.

Morganite Board of Directors: Fund completion of two hybrid forests, one of which was at Morgan Industries. Cost: almost 700 energy. Justification: increased nutrient and energy production, enhanced social stability, and reduced pollution.

The cost was high, but completing the social improvements was worth the expenditure. Granted, this would not be preferred at most bases, but these bases were the core Morganite bases, providing much of its energy and research. Morgan marked the request approved.

White paper recommendation: boost social psych allocation from 10 to 20 percent to enhance growth at bases where hab limits had not been reached.. Morgan reviewed the core simulation analysis and found it lacking. Only a few bases would be affected, and others in the third tier did not have the proper infrastructure, which required both tree farms and hab complexes. Morgan marked this white paper rationale inadequate and referred it back to the think tank.

That was the last. It had been a long day, and he knew his major domo had prepared his bath. It was a treat, not one he indulged in very frequently. He simply did not have the time. Contrary to popular opinion Morgan’s life was not one of the idle rich. Far from it. He worked 12 of every 18 hours in the Chiron day, every day. It was a passion had driven him since he was a child and such a imperative could not be denied.

*~*~*~*

Two sectors north of Fort Saratoga, battlefield area known as the “rocks”, Macedonia – SPARTA 2250

Santiago walked over to the map table and watched as one of her lieutenants moved an infantry company marker from Fort Saratoga to the “rocks”. The “rocks” had been a nickname that some of the junior officers had called the battlefield area that for two turns Sparta and the Hive had fought over. The area was a critical piece of ground that controlled access to the Hive city just north of Fort Saratoga. Santiago had just returned from the front where she had lead the last assault on the remaining Hive soldiers in that sector. She was tired, hungry but most importantly she was worried. Worried for the first time that all of her vast knowledge of tactics and warfare accounted for nothing. The battle for the rocks had devolved into nothing more than a slugfest, a meat grinder. Yang had thrown into the grinder 8,000 infantry soldiers and for the most part all of them had died. Spartan soldiers had captured 355 Hive soldiers during the two turns of fighting was not too surprising. Yang had issued orders that no quarter was to be given and as a result Santiago had issued the same orders, no quarter. Since most of the combat in the rocks basically came down to hand-to-hand close quarters combat it was hard to take prisoners in that type of fighting anyway. The one thing she regretted was the fact that she had lost two full rover regiments during the battles. In order to “plug some holes” in the battle lines she had ordered them in to the battle but the rocks greatly limited the rovers ability to maneuver and as a result they had been destroyed. They did accomplish their goal in stopping the Hive advance but the did it with their own bodies.

“Colonel, Governor Sanchez reports that the High Command has more troops and aircraft to send the next turn and another missile rover regiment will arrive soon as well.” The lieutenant handed her the report listing the various units in route to the front. She quickly looked it over and then put it down.

She looked at the map again and it was clear to her that if she could not take the rocks this next turn and advance on the Hive base then she would have to fall back on Fort Saratoga and rebuild the army. Damn!

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2250

Morgan looked at the report on the latest breakthrough and tried to fathom its implications. At first glance it was somewhat frightening. Neural Grafting meant that the boundaries between the artificial and human, or even the biological, were well on their way to breaking down. It was clear that it would have grave, or stellar, implications for all humanity.

If managed properly it could be the biggest boon to mankind. The wedding of augmentations would continue what had been done for hundreds of ears, where artificial ‘parts’ replaced those that were worn out within the human body. These could now do much more than replace systems – they could supplant them, make them materially better. Even make humans wholly different from their current form.

That was the frightening part. If used by a dark or driven power this ability could be twisted to horrific ends.

Of more practical import was that it allowed a simple (yet very expensive) upgrade for all Morganites – a Neural Amplifier that could be of great assistance against any attack by the native life that infested Chiron. That Project would be given immediate priority.

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Two sectors north of Fort Saratoga, the “rocks” battlefield area, Macedonia – SPARTA 2251

Santiago had marched with her troops through the night and they had at last reached their destination, the outskirts of the former Peacekeeper city. She stopped and in the center of the roadway as the company commanders issued orders to the men to take up defensive positions to her flanks. She could catch out of the corner of her eye her command team setting up the field headquarters. She was tired and her leg still hurt from the knife wound.

“Colonel, we just got the radio set-up as ordered and here is the reply from the High Command you were waiting for.” The lieutenant handed over to her the P.A.D. She simply nodded and took it and activated the screen.

FROM: SPARTA HIGH COMMAND
TO: COLONEL SANTIAGO
REF: STATUS OF MORGAN PREPARATIONS.

COLONEL, IN RESPONSE TO YOUR QUESTION WE STILL SEE LITTLE TO NO ACTIVITY BY MORGAN TO CONVERT ANY OF HIS PRODUCTION FACILITIES TO WAR MATERIAL. ONE BASE IS BUILDING AN AEROSPACE TRAINING AND COMMAND CENTER BUT THAT IS ALL. ALL OTHER FACILITIES ARE STILL PRODUCING ADVANCED BASE MODIFICATIONS OR SPECIAL PROJECTS. FROM LATEST REPORTS MORGAN HAS WELL OVER, 1,000 MEGA-CREDITS.

IF THERE IS ANY FURTHER INFORMATION YOU NEED INFORM US AT ONCE.

Santiago threw the P.A.D. to the ground with all of her strength as it shattered on the ground. She turned and stormed over to the command post.

“I need to send a message to Director Morgan!” She reached for a marker board to write her message.


Director Morgan,

I have to ask myself if you understand that a state of war still is in effect between our alliance and the Hive. From the latest reports I have seen your production facilities and resources are over 90% committed to non-war related projects. You are making advances faster than anyone else on Chiron and you have either through conquest or your own efforts completed more special projects than anyone else. So I have to ask the question why should I continue to wage a war by myself? Wouldn’t it be easier to make peace with Yang and then with our combined war machine turn it against YOU! Perhaps then you might decide to switch over a few more factories to war production.

I have been in the field for four turns as the Army of Macedonia has been fighting and killing over 11,000 Hive soldiers and we have only advanced two sectors. My army is tired and it is under strength. So I hope you can appreciate the situation I am in as opposed to you. If you have no intention of honoring your previous commitments to the war against the Hive then inform us and we can end our pact with you and seek allies elsewhere that appreciate the strategic situation. If you still wish to help your “pact mate” than I will need the following at once:

900 mega-credits
Hybrid forest technology

In turn, I will send you our files on bio-resonance, one of the few technologies you do not seem to have, yet. I need those energy credits to crash complete many projects that are monopolizing production facilities and resources. Once we can complete these we can then build more war equipment and train more troops.

From our perspective the amount of money we are asking for is a trifle since the balance of trade is in your favor anyway it will only take you a few turns to rebuild it anyway while I can use it to jump-start the Spartan war machine.

I expect, I fully expect that your next transmission will include the above items, pre-approved.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Army of Macedonia

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2251

Coronal,

I do not take kindly to threats, Ms. Santiago, and would urge you to temper your statements since, as they stand, they can be easily misunderstood. The Board of Directors was highly insulted that our Pactmate would threaten war with us. I urged them to reflection and moderation, and to consider the stress from your protracted war with the Hive. After considerable effort on my part reason prevailed.

That said, I fully understand your position with regard to Chairman Yang and am sympathetic to the cause. As you have duly noted, approximately ten percent of our resource base will be devoted to the production of war material. You will note that ‘war material’ includes the supplies necessary to set up the required infrastructure. A transport is being finished, and when it is complete colony pods will be formed so that bases can be constructed on the continent. All this takes time, Coronal; you are a long way away from us and supporting you will be difficult to say the least. That is why it is unfortunate that our gambit to create a beachhead on your continent failed. If it had succeeded I expect that considerable Morganite forces could have been unleashed upon Chairman Yang. Creating a series of transports, bases, and a slow wing of interceptors would not have been needed. But, such is fate.

I have attached the requested 900 energy and the files for Planetary Economics. This transfer is not pre-approved. Planetary Economics is an extremely powerful technology and it is not one we give away lightly. Moreover, 900 megacredits is a considerable amount of energy, even for us. Your files on Bioadaptive Resonance, while interesting, are hardly critical. So, this deal will be culminated with your agreement to transfer of one additional Spartan technology. We do not ask this immediately, of course. Your technology path is significantly different than ours, and I have noted with pleasure that your technological ability is rising nicely. Lest you take offense, consider this a Morganite investment in your future, and all investors wish to see long-term benefits.

One last note, Coronal. Morganite energy production is the product of our advanced economic paradigm, the research of development-based technology, and diplomacy we have worked very hard to maintain. Even with your war with the Hive you could also have these benefits but you have elected not to purse the glories of a Free Market. I urge you to reconsider, and ponder the long-term benefits of such a change. At the price of short-term instability you would be able to vastly increase your energy production and the energy from trade. As long as your war is largely defensive you will not have a problem, although a proactive war can be pursued as we did with the Cyborgs.

I wish our friendship to grow, Coronal. Consider my advice.

Director Morgan

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“The Rocks” two sectors north of Fort Saratoga, Field Headquarters of the Army of Macedonia, SPARTA 2252

Director Morgan,

First let me say I am so relieved that you are, and I quote “sympathetic to our cause.” Your actions to date have not mirrored those sentiments but perhaps that was my fault. I have been slightly pre-occupied with a war in which I am leading my army into battle. I have been wounded on several occasions and I can personally claim 67 kills during the past four turns of combat. So perhaps the fault is mine for not gathering all of the information first before I attacked you and your government for lack of effort certainly 10% war production is nothing to be ashamed of. I can assure you that I did not threaten you or your government with a war. However, I did want to dramatize the situation I am in. Simply put even if the Peacekeepers and Sparta had never gone to war I doubt Lal would have been capable of stopping Yang. Suffice it to say the two cities we now control would most likely be under Yang’s control and the special projects they contain.

Far be it to say that Sparta will not aid you in your hour of need so I have the pleasure to inform you that we have completed our first sea colony transport. The colony pod will move to sector 85,85 and establish a colony just off the coast. That base will be up and operational in 6 turns! With the completion of that base you will now have the ability to “shuttle” fighters through University territory to Sparta. If you begin building fighters this turn they should be completed and ready to fly by the time the base is built. The Spartan High Command estimates it will take 3 turns to shuttle your fighters to our sea base and then another three to the front lines in Macedonia. So if you begin right now you could have aircraft fighting the Hive in about 12 turns!

On another issue we no longer need your files on hybrid forests since our own scientists made that discovery recently with the help of our superior computer systems. So there is no longer a “need” for you to send us those files. We will still honor our agreement with you and send you the files on bio-adaptive resonance in exchange for the 900 mega-credits. Once the exchange has been made we consider this transaction to be complete. We do not agree with you statement that we would, and I quote, “…this deal will be culminated with your agreement to transfer of one additional Spartan technology.” Your payment of 900 mega-credits is your contribution to the Spartan-Morgan alliance against the Hive. We are offering bio-adapative resonance technology as “token” compensation for those funds. If we still needed hybrid forest technology then that would be another issue. If you have “another” technology in mind that you would like to make an exchange on then please notify us and then we can consider a one-for-one exchange at that time.

Lastly, time and time again you have returned to the issue of a free market system for Sparta. At this time I feel it would not be prudent to risk any chance of social unrest that could jeopardize war production. Every turn that guns and rovers or planes are not being built then that is a turn that Chairman Yang has won. Once we can secure our dominance over Chairman Yang I have authorized Pro-Consul Mannsfield to look into the possibility of making that transition. My biggest concern at the moment is each Hive city that we capture will be in a state of Chaos. I see no reason to add to the confusion and drain on resources a free market economy.

I am sure that once we see Morgan planes flying escorts and attacking Hive facilities our brotherhood will become stronger.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Army of Macedonia Field Headquarters

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Morgan Industries, MY 2252

Coronal,

I congratulate you on your superior negotiation skills. I am sure Lady Skye drove a hard bargain in her sale of Planetary Economics to you, but in the end you will be the one who profits the most.

Since you have no need of our files then our previous deal no longer seems appropriate. As such I have rescinded the technology transfer and reduced the energy gift to 600 megacredits. It is the opinion of the Board that this is more than generous for these files, and that the Spartan Federation should consider most of this energy to be a token of our friendship.

We have begun construction of our first Interceptor and I have to say I was less than pleased with the cost. For the same price I could build a tree farm. Granted this is the prototype cost but it is galling. A second aerospace complex has been started, as has the first of several colony pods at Morgan Mines. At this point I am unsure how to protect these fledgling bases since any transport of military material will cause significant unrest. Perhaps an armored probe team with trance ability? I will have to see if this is cost effective.

You should know that we have completed the Aesthetic Virtues. This is hardly a Morganite philosophy, but it will allow our more unenlightened citizens to find more room for others within our sprawling cities. Most of our holdings will be entering a Golden Age population boom so we can fill in this space appropriately, which will give us more resources to assist in the war expansion.

Lastly, I have to complement you on how you are halting all building at the Hive-occupied Peacekeeper base nearest to your. The continual bombardment is preventing the Good Chairman from completing his recreation commons, which is keeping his city in a constant state of unrest. This bombardment is also crippling his air force, and preventing his defenders from recuperating. It is unfortunate you do not have the forces to take advantage of this situation, but after a major war effort your valiant soldiers need time to recuperate. Their morale and valor are nothing short of astounding. You should be proud.

Sincerely,
Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

One Sector south of the Hive controlled city UN Information Agency on the outskirts of the city, Field headquarters of the Army of Macedonia – SPARTA 2253

Santiago sealed the door behind her and removed her facemask as she entered the field headquarters center of the Army of Macedonia.

“Is he still on the line?” Santiago questioned as she unbelted her battle harness and handed her impact rifle to one of her bodyguards.

“Yes Colonel he is.” Captain Longstreet replied.

“Is everything ready? All units are standing by for my command?”

“Yes Colonel.” Longstreet quickly replied as he pulled a chair out for her to set next to him. Santiago sat down and waited for Longstreet to activate the view screen for her. The screen began to flicker and the face of Chairman Yang appeared.

“Good morning to you Colonel Santiago it has been a long time since we talked. I was somewhat surprised to hear that you were with your army in the field.” Yang’s voice was soft and he spoke with a rhythm that almost made it seem like he was singing each sentence.

“Chairman Yang what can I do for you?”

“Surrender” He chuckled for a few seconds his eyes on fire with excitement. “Yes, I want you to surrender to me. I have positioned five infantry regiments to your east and they are advancing on Fort Saratoga and when they reach there I have ordered them to take your city.”

Santaigo had known about the approaching Hive soldiers for some time due to high-level surveillance flights by the air corps. She waited a few more seconds before responding watching his over confident face beaming with pleasure.

“Chairman Yang do you recognize this image?” She nodded to Longstreet who activated a live video feed and tied it into the transmission. It showed the southern outskirts for the Hive city and the airfields and fortifications that protected it. A rover regiment had dug in around the perimeter of the airfields to help provide security. From the video feed you could clearly see the four squadrons of Hive fighters, which comprised two-thirds of the Hive air force.

“Yes Colonel I know this place.” His voice slipped and a slight tone of irritation. “What has it to do with our discussion.”

“Chairman do you know this place?” Santiago nodded to Longstreet who manipulated the screen again and an aerial view was displayed showing the territory just east of Fort Saratoga. You could clearly see the advancing Hive infantry in staggered formations.

“YES I DO SEE IT!” Yang fired back his anger getting out of control. “You are beaten Santiago, BEATEN! DO you HEAR ME! My forces outnumber yours by nearly five to one you have no chance of winning!” Flecks of spittle shot from Yang’s mouth as he barked back at her.

“The question is do you see it Chairman?” Santiago turned her head slightly. “OPEN FIRE!” Behind her several radio operators began to shout in their mouthpieces the same command Santiago had given them.

Within seconds the airfield and the surrounding defensive positions were being blown to bits by Spartan missiles. Planes were being flipped hundreds of feet into the air as missiles tore into the fragile hulls. Pinpoint missile attacks were blowing the rovers out of their defensive positions and leaving nothing behind but smoking ruins. On the other screen Spartan soldiers began to fire into the advancing Hive soldiers near Fort Saratoga. A Spartan attack fighter swooped in and destroyed one entire infantry company before the squadron was blown out of the sky. Suddenly from the left flank Hive infantry began firing into their own troops providing the coup de grace’. Defecting Hive soldiers began to rush at the remaining loyal Hive soldiers and quickly overran their positions and eliminated the remaining troops. It was all done in a matter of minutes and when it was done the Hive had lost three infantry regiments near Fort Saratoga and two-thirds of their air force and all of the garrison troops at the old Peacekeeper base were gone.

Santiago looked back at the screen watching the stunned expression on Yang’s face as watched the smoldering ruins of his army. In the background Santiago could hear Hive military advisors screaming about status reports and demands to get communications on line to contact units.

“Well Chairman, I suspect that we will be taking some property of yours soon. Have a good day.” Santiago nodded again and Longstreet closed the link.

“Okay, how bad did we get hurt?” Santiago said as she turned around to face her commanders.

“Colonel, we took some loses, the attack fighter squadron was completely destroyed and some minor losses to the infantry units but nothing major.”

“Excellent work people, well done!” Santiago stood up and looked out the window at the Hive city to the north. Yes, soon she will be calling Yang from inside there.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2254

Morgan looked up from his datapad. “And why should I approve a military upgrade budget of 2000 megacredits? The very idea of spending that amount of energy is…ludicrous.”

“Sir,” Coronal Khilling said, “the advent of fusion reactors makes our offense and defense twice as effective. But more to the point, it makes the offensive force of our enemy’s twice as effective. Think of it this way. If some unknown assailant pulled up to Morgan Industries with a transport full of fusion missile infantry and rovers, do you think your plasma defender would be able to hold them off for long? Then do you think the upgrade cost would be worth every joule?”

“Excellent point, Coronal,” Morgan said as the impact sunk in. “I will approve this budget, but over a number of years. I will recommend that you be directly responsible to the Parliament and a liaison to the Board, and that you upgrade forces at our critical and isolated cities first. Make your budget count, Coronal.”

The Coronal gave the CEO a broad smile, and it wasn’t a pleasant sight. “Yes, sir!” he said, and then he saluted and left.

Morgan watched him go and could help but think of another bloody minded Coronal half a world away.

*~*~*~*

Central command center of Fort Sparta (former Peacekeeper/Hive base) – SPARTA 2254

Santiago walked into the cramped and primitive command center and realized how lucky again they had they command nexus system. Spartan workers were already installing the interface units that would connect them to the main system at Fort Saratoga. Even though the room was small the capabilities of the command center would be immense.

“Colonel, I have an urgent flash message from the High Command!” Captain Longstreet had remained on the surface with the field headquarters until this facility could be brought on line. He handed her the note and she quickly opened it.

TO: Colonel Corazon Santiago
FROM: Sparta High Command

Major Gregovich reports the planetary data links computer system has infiltrated the networks of three factions and has pieced together technology on fusion power. New discovery will increase our firepower and defensive capabilities ten fold! Have begun process to upgrade all current production units with fusion power cells. First units should roll off the line in three turns. Expect another discovery within a turn.

Santiago briefly glanced at the bottom of the message and the notes on the other benefits fusion power had given them. Oh, Chairman Yang, she thought, you are in trouble now! She handed back the paper to Longstreet.

“Okay, lets get this base up and running now. I need to coordinate with the High Command production schedules.” Santiago sat down at a desk and began to write down her demands for fusion powered rovers and missiles. This day could not get any better she thought. They had captured the Hive city north of Fort Saratoga, demolished even more Hive soldiers in the process and made a massive discovery. Yes today was a good day.

	07-05-2004 07:29									#58
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Morgan Industries, MY 2255

“It appears, Elaine, that the Spartans have achieved Orbital Spaceflight at the same time we have,” Nwabudike said. “I can not say I am pleased, however. Coronal Santiago will undoubtedly build as many of the planetbusters as she can, and, in her bellicose way, use that to bully all around her.”

“Sir,” Elaine said as she got up to get a cup of coffee. “Keep in mind that the planetbusters have a fairly limited range, which I am told is about 16 sectors. It would take some doing to target anything near Morgan Industries. Now, if I were Yang I’d be worried.”

Morgan shook his head. “No, Yang need not fear Santiago’s planetbusters. Her aim on her continent is expansion, and planetbusters only destroy. Or used for threats or intimidation.”

“Do you think she’d try to intimidate us?” Elaine asked. “We’re her pactmates.”

Morgan smiled. “She would not hesitate to do what she could to get what she wants. That includes threats, intimidation, and blackmail. I have endured scathing criticism at the Board for giving in to her demands. Some of that criticism is warranted. So is the old phrase, ‘Keep your friends close, and enemies closer.’”

Elaine’s eyebrows rose a notch. “The Spartans are our enemies?”

“A poor choice of words. Adversaries might be better. Would you like some cream?” Morgan said as he lifted the silver creamer in her direction.

*~*~*~*

Fort Sparta central command center, Macedonia – SPARTA 2256


Director Morgan,

I am contacting you to request your assistance in a matter of some urgency. For some time Pravin Lal has stationed two infantry regiments within our territory. They have set-up camp in two sectors that have resources that we need to feed our soldiers and people. I have repeatedly asked Pravin to remove his troops but he will not return any of my calls. I will be blunt and to the point if Pravin does not move them by 2260 I will be forced to remove them myself. I need those sectors for production and I can not long tolerate UN Peacekeeper troops within my territory. If you can “persuade” Pravin to remove these troops you will do all concerned a great service.

I also wish to inform you that we will soon be moving against more Hive cities in two turns we will have our new aircraft on station along with new troops to replenish the army of Macedonia. We intend to move northwards to secure the Hive city just north and east of Fort Sparta and then northwards to the old Peacekeeper base there. Once we secure these northern cities we will move eastward and secure more cities there.

Once we secure the eastern Hive cities I will move my forces northward again to capture the remaining Peacekeeper cities. I will turn over the three cities to the north to Pravin Lal I will need to keep two cities under my control until such time as Yang has been “pushed back” from this side of the continent.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Fort Sparta

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2257

“Lady Skye,” Morgan said as he hastily sat down. “It is good to hear from you.”

“Yes, I imagine you would say that,” she said. “Since we are pactmates I’m going to remind you again that your free market economic system is causing great harm to Planet. It would be best if you chose a more enlightened system that embraced Planet.”

“Thank you for the advice,” Morgan replied as he examined her body language. After moment he decided it was decidedly ambivalent, to downright hostile. She was turned slightly away, her manner more than reserved, and her language less than friendly. He would have to tread carefully.

“I understand that you have files on airpower, and I ask you as a loyal Pactmate to share them with us as a measure of trust,” Deirdre said.

Morgan didn’t hesitate for a second. “Of course. How forgetful of me. I will send them immediately. There is one item of note. One of our transports spotted an isle immediately west of your transport, and you may want to warn their crew…”

“No need,” Dee said with a wave of her hand. She smiled knowingly. “The crew knows it is there and they have no fear of it. Such are the benefits of harmony with Planet, Nwabudike.”

“Be that as it may, they are in the xenofungus and should consider retreat,” Morgan continued.

Dee gave him a pitying stare. “As I said, we have no fear of isles. They will not attack us, and we are more than acquainted with the sea fungus. You should look after your crews since they are vulnerable. Now, this has been a lovely chat but I have other duties. Goodbye.”

The channel went dead. Morgan reflected that it had not gone that badly. The pact was still in place at least. Now to Santiago.

*~*~*~*

Dear Santiago,

Pravin has been as uncommunicative with me as he has been with you, I am afraid. But even if I were to speak with him I am unable to see how I could get him to remove troops from your territory. I recommend not bothering him for a while, then trying again. Perhaps his aids are screening your calls, and this may be particularly true if you have been more than persistent.

Even though I understand your irritation at his presence in your territory there is another option – pact with Pravin. Then his troops would not be hostile and block utilization of resources. Of course this will only occur if you can get through to Pravin himself so this solution does not solve your immediate problem. I urge you not to attack him since I doubt he would understand your needs, and it would likely permanently damage your relationship, which is strained due to past actions.

Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Fort Sparta command center, Macedonia – SPARTA 2257

Santiago read the reply from Morgan again and then crumpled it in her hand and tossed it to floor. It was as she had expected, platitudes and meaningless statements. She knew he could force Pravin to remove his troops if he wanted to. To think otherwise was foolish to say the least. Pravin was Morgan’s lap dog and everyone knew it. Well, if that is how he wanted to play it so be it. She turned back to the holo-map table and watched the little markers move ever so closer to Fort Sparta. Soon the army of Macedonia would be reconstituted and back to full strength. New fusion-powered fighters would lay waste to the Hive base to the east and then the infantry and rovers could move in and mop up and take control. More equipment was being built but key improvements kept “bumping” even more military items from the production schedule. However, these improvements Santiago could understand and wanted: fusion labs and the new satellite space station complex that would be launched soon. These improvements would only add to the increasing power of the Spartan war machine.

Santiago punched in the intelligence data on the next two Hive cities: practically defenseless. Yang had at last exposed his soft underbelly to her and she was about to claw his guts outs. He had thrown everything he could at her and her army and she kept on coming and now he was about to pay the price for it. In two turns Yang was going to learn how it felt to have his world come crashing down around him.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2257

“Members of the Board, the golden age-induced population boom at our secondary bases continues as planned. A few bases required the allocation of substantial energy to complete infrastructure projects to facilitate the population boom, but this was judged by the Board to be prudent. The only other significant event is the completion of the Neural Amplifier. This Project will give our troops a much-needed defensive weapon against the predations of all native life forms.”

Prime Minister Rothchild leaned forward. “And against human-guided worms too, I gather?”

“Yes, indeed,” Morgan continued. “In the unlikely case that a human faction would use native life forms against us then this ability would manifest itself, to the detriment of those trying to attack us with Chiron’s native forms.”

“Very good,” Rothchild said. “How has the chain-of-colonies progressed?”

“Slowly. The distances are significant even with a transport and the benefit of the Maritime Control Facility. Our first new base should be ready next year, and more colony pods are being formed as we speak.”

“And the hydroponics satellite? The Board is most excited about the prospect that we will again be in space.”

“I am happy to report that the honor of being the first humans in space since the Unity disaster will go to we Morganites. Our hydroponics satellite will be launched next year. I am told it will allow a detailed scan of the entirety of Chiron – a useful thing, indeed.’

Rothchild nodded. “An encouraging report, Director. Thank you for coming. There will be reception at 1900 and you are welcome to attend. Coat and tie, of course.”

Morgan inclined his head to the Board and smiled. “Of course.”

*~*~*~*

Fort Sparta central command center, Macedonia – SPARTA 2258

Director Morgan,

As I stated in an earlier communication we will establish next turn a sea base at the coordinates we have given you. I see no reason as to why you cannot begin “shuttling” aircraft to the theater of combat immediately. Delays will only indicate your true intentions in this matter.

I expect to see aircraft flying southward next turn.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Fort Sparta

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2258

Coronal,

The entire Morganite air force left Morgan Industries this year and they are on their way to your territory. Currently they are in Morgan Processing. The chain-of-bases is not yet complete, and the interceptors and penetrators will have to move through University bases. I have been told it will be at least six years before they reach your base Militia Station, which is in the northwestern portion of your lands. It is unfortunate that progress cannot be greater but these planes, even with their advanced fusion reactors, have a maximum range of 18 sectors and their flight path to your lands is strictly limited. I am afraid your sea base was not of much use in locating an appropriate flight path.

Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

Field headquarters of the Army of Macedonia, Macedonia – SPARTA 2259

Santiago watched through the mag-glasses as the last rounds hit the Hive city blasting away at the remaining defenders. Her scouts had reported that only a few ragged units were left inside the city. The bulk of the city’s garrison units had been destroyed by the attack fighters during the first wave. No resistance was left in the city to speak of and she could now move her army in and rest them up for the next assault. More troops would be coming but each base that they took required that they leave behind some garrison troops of their own. With combat losses and garrison requirements she calculated they could take two more cities before she would have to halt the advance.

“Colonel, I have a message here from the High Command. They report that Director Morgan is now sending attack craft to support the army.” Longstreet handed her the P.A.D. and waited for a response.

Santiago looked at it briefly and then handed it back.

“No response.” She added flatly.

Longstreet turned and went back to the communications table. Santiago picked up the mag-glasses again and watched the missiles blow chunks of concrete and steel from the armored entrance to the Hive city. She had to give credit to Yang for coming up with such a unique idea to build his cities underground. Well, it would do him little good in this case.

“Longstreet!” Santiago turned and walked back to the map table. “I am leaving for the front to lead the troops into the city. Alert me the instant Yang calls.”

“Chairman Yang is planning to call you Colonel?” Longstreet asked in a questioning manner. He had not been aware of any previous agreement for him to call the Colonel.

“Longstreet the minute that city falls I am sure his spy’s will inform him and I will get a call from him demanding its return. I fully intend to keep squeezing him and then force him to either surrender and become our loyal vassal or be hunted down like the dog he is and face the tender mercy of Major Gregovich’s interrogators.” Santiago walked to the pressure seal and slammed the button down hard as the doors opened. She hit it as hard as she planned on hitting Yang.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Mines, MY 2259

“Your transport has been scheduled for upgrade to fusion power,” Coronal Willis said. “The fusion speeder colony pods are ready to load, as are the formers. The will not all fit into your hold until the upgrade, unfortunately.”

Captain Sue Hsuou smiled. “Excellent.” She padded through the manifest and nodded a few times.

“One more thing. Here is your destination,” the Coronal said. He watched her reaction as she scanned the coordinates.

“Well,” she said. “That is not what I had expected. It will take a while, but we’ll get there. Any other orders?”

“Yes,” he said. “You are to remain at the new base until a garrison can be built. While en route you are to upgrade the formers, if that becomes practibable. Keep in touch with Industries. Director Morgan will be checking up on your progress.”

That got Sue’s attention. “Yes, sir. I’ll inform the crew.”

The Coronal shook his head. “No, you will not. This is for your eyes only. Understood?”

“Yes, understood.”

*~*~*~*

Firebase 112 (formerly known as Seat of Proper Thought) Macedonia – SPARTA 2260

Santiago waited patiently for the techs to check out the communication console that kept flashing a message:

URGENT: For Colonel Santiago
Message from Chairman Yang

Captain Longstreet had ordered the techs to check the system in case of booby traps that had been left behind by the fleeing Hive commanders. The battle for the city had taken a short amount of time but the unexpected arrival of Hive attack planes had made things messy. Several Spartan ground units had been wiped out during the strafing runs but they had shot down a good number of planes in retribution. What still amazed her was how primitive these Hive cities were. This was the first “pure” Hive city she had captured and it was a rat nest. The people lived like animals with the barest pretense of civilization. Many of the civilians freed from the lower mines had no idea that even other people were even alive on Chiron. Almost all of the lower echelon of people who made up the bulk of the population could not even read or write. This was how Yang had kept them under his control for so long she guessed.

“Colonel the console is clean.” A tech sergeant reported to her.

“Activate it!” She ordered

The tech reached over and hit the flashing button and after a few seconds the screen began to flash a white light then the image stabilized and Chairman Yang’s face was displayed.

“Ah Colonel, I guessed correctly it would be you leading the attack.” Yang’s smile looked awkward on his face.

“What do you want?”

“My city for starters. If not, then a truce, I see no reason to continue this battle against you when it seems clear I can not stop you.” Yang smile faded as he talked as if the words were washing away his façade.

“No and No.” Santiago quickly replied.

For a minute a wave of anger washed over Yang’s face as if the retort had been a slap in his face.

“Then so be it, to the death!”

The communication line went dead along with the console. Santiago knew in her heart of hearts that it would be Yang’s death and not hers. Firebase 112 gave them access to either the northern Hive bases or the east. Yang would now be forced to protect both flanks and thus weaken his position overall. There was much work to do and her army needed replacements and rest before marching again, to where, she was not sure yet.

“Colonel we have cleared out several rooms down the hallway that you can use as your quarters while you are here.” She turned to face Longstreet.

“Captain, that’s fine I think we will be here for a while before we move out.”

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2260

“Do you have any explanation?” Morgan asked.

The assembled panel of economic advisors squirmed and Morgan waited patiently. He had found that was much more effective than outbursts, or even a carefully crafted word.

Finally astrophysics Gregor Chernenko spoke up. “Sir, I believe we are witnessing the convergence of our trinary star system, and the fact that this convergence has augmented our energy production by a factor of approximately two.”

“Or more,” the woman seated next to him said.

“This effect is present at all of our cities, and those of the other factions. One can only imagine what it is doing to the native life forms since they seem to be tuned to Chiron’s movement with respect to this system’s suns,” he said.

The woman continued. “Our research has spiked to the unheard of level of almost 5000, and our yearly energy surplus has risen by a factor of four to almost 1500 megacredits.”

Morgan listened as watched each person in turn. Then he asked, “Will it continue? And if so, for how long?”

Gregor spoke up. “It will likely not last more than a year, a few years at most. Then energy production will go back to normal.”

“Any possibility of…engineering this to be permanent?” Morgan asked.

“Not likely,” Gregor said. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Director. And keep in mind that while we are benefiting more than the other factions since our energy output was much higher, they are still experiencing a flux of energy that we are used to.”

Morgan nodded. He liked where this earth scientists was leading. “I see. We could use this as an example of what our more advanced economic system has to offer.”

Gregor smiled. “Yes. They will be particularly susceptible when the flux ends and they are forced to return to their energy-starved condition. A truly sad state of affairs.”

Now it was Morgan’s turn to smile.

	07-05-2004 07:34									#59
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Firebase 112 command center, Macedonia – SPARTA 2261

Santiago was pleased at the work they had done in the past turn at Firebase 112. In just one turn they had rebuilt the command center and improved the housing situation and food distribution system. However, there was a lot of work ahead that still needed to be done and to make matters worse Firebase 112 was the far away from the normal supply routes so getting new equipment, troops and supplies had been difficult. One of the most recent changes she had made was an organization change in the army of Macedonia. For all future operations the army would operate as two distinct units codenamed Army Group ODIN and Army Group Zeus. Majors Ross and Holms had been selected by her to command the two armies. She would remain at Firebase 112 and provide operational control and coordinate fire support with the air corps.

“Colonel I have an urgent incoming message from the High Command, it’s Major Stewart.” A communications technician stood a few feet away at attention.

“Send it to my station now.”

The tech saluted and returned to his console and a minute later the face of Major Stewart appeared on the screen.

“Good morning Colonel.” Stewart happily said with a big grin on his face.

“Good afternoon Major. What is so urgent that you had to call me directly?” She replied quickly with a slight hint of irritation in it.

“Colonel I have great news. My research staff made a marvelous discovery just recently, we call it organic super lubricant. With that breakthrough we have been able to construct the first fusion cannon! It is over 80% more powerful than missile weapons! It is also more powerful than these “chaos” weapons that the University is working on by nearly 25%! I suspect the Morganites will not be far behind us in this discovery but none of our adversaries have this technology!” Stewart’s face faded and it was replaced by a picture of the fusion cannon, mounted on a tracked fighting sled, with a large fusion reactor and gun shield composed of blood red pulse armor. It was a dangerous looking weapon to be sure but it was also the final piece of the puzzle to destroy the Hive. For some time Yang and herself were equally matched in firepower and armor but now that was about to change.

“Thank you Major and thank your team for me. Santiago out!” She turned off the screen and sank back into her command chair. Yes, this was the end of Yang.



3rd Light Infantry regiment mess hall, Bunker 118 – SPARTA 2261

The mess hall coordinator was a retired infantryman from the 4th regiment and he was very annoyed today. Both the 3rd and the 4th regiments, the garrison regiments for Bunker 118 had not shown up for morning chow. The servers were ready but not a soul was there, not even the top officers from the command team. He double-checked his schedule to make sure that training had not been scheduled without his knowledge but everything checked out. So he decided to go take a look for himself. He had walked to the 3rd Infantry regiments area and walked up to the Company A’s barracks. He knocked on the door and heard nothing so he opened the door and went in.

The room was dark so he hit the lights and what he saw at first pissed him the hell off to no end. In every bunk was a soldier sound asleep.

“OFF YOUR COTS YOU DOG FACES!” He screamed at them and not a one of them moved. He then kicked a trashcan near the door down the center isle and still not a soldier even wiggled in their cots.

Now this was strange. The ex-infantryman knew that soldiers could fall into a deep sleep but Spartan soldiers were trained to be alert even while sleeping. So he went over to the first bunk and pulled the sheets down. The soldier that lay there froze his blood and his heart. Blood had oozed from his eyes, mouth, nose and ears and fingernails. The entire cot was soaked in blood and the soldier was as pale as a ghost.

“My God!” The ex-infantryman had seen his fair share of fighting during the Peacekeeper war but this was beyond belief. He quickly checked each bunk and then the next barracks and each of the soldiers were dead. When he left the second barracks he ran over to a field communication node mounted next to a guard shack and activated the emergency line.

“Hello, the is Citizen Mclurry and I have got to inform you of a huge problem!”

Days later the cause of the deaths had not been determined but what was known was that every soldier, the entire garrison of Bunker 118 was dead.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2261

“Dr. Watkins, this is rather frightening. The implications of the Mind/Machine interface are push the bounds of the human condition, and I am not comfortable with that,” Director Morgan said.

The other members of the Board nodded, or were silent.

“I agree, Director,” Dr. Watkins said. “But consider that was the response to our past advance in Neural Grafting, which also pushed the bounds of the human condition. I would suggest that as long as we go into this and future advances with our eyes open then we will be able to set appropriate bounds. For instance, would any of you decline the neural regeneration treatments that have extended all of our lives, making them more fulfilling and more productive? The same can be said of the Mind/Machine interface, which will allow us to use biomachinery to enhance our lives.”

“And then there are these Projects,” Morgan continued. “These have a powerful allure, since the Cloudbase Academy and Cyborg Factory promise to affect our entire society and in particular our military. Do you have any comment?”

“No, Director. These are as you have read. I would suggest that with these advances our military, should we chose to invest in it, could be the best on Chiron.”

“Indeed,” Morgan said. He did not sound very interested in such ‘investing’. “And where will this line of research lead, doctor?”

“That is unknown. We are emphasizing discovery and building our society, and I have to say that this technology was not on our radar, to use an obsolete metaphor. I imagine the future will offer us more surprises.”

“Yes, this planet is full of surprises, Dr. Watkins. Let us hope we survive them,” Morgan said.

*~*~*~*


Firebase 112 command center, Macedonia – SPARTA 2262

Santiago watched the attacks unfolding all along the front and she was not pleased. Yang had pulled out the last of his reserves, including artillery and he was trying to break through the lines and in some places he had. Damn!

“Inform the commanders of Army Group Odin and Zeus that I want them in my office within the hour! I have new orders.” Santiago barked and behind her a flurry of voices began to issue the orders. It was important, very important that they hold until the new weapons could be brought to bear. Yes, then everything would be different.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2262

“Santiago has made another key breakthrough in weaponry,” Elaine said.

Morgan didn’t look up. “I am hardly surprised. If I am correct this will give her army triple the firepower than that of the Hive.”

“Yes, sir, when her fusion gun is combined with a fusion reactor it is quite formidable. Do you see any value in prototyping a fusion chassis at this time?” Elaine asked.

“No,” Morgan said. “Perhaps in a few years, but not right now. It would be advantageous to complete the Cloudbase Academy and the Cyborg Factory.”

“That will be more than a few years away, sir,” Elaine commented.

“Then it will have to wait. We have that luxury,” Morgan said.

“Santiago will be less than pleased,” Elaine said. “She has commented frequently on our lack of investment, where she is putting considerable resources toward her war with the Hive.”

Morgan paused. “You are correct. We need to hold to our agreement. See that two or more bases start producing more aircraft, prototyping the new fusion gun in the process. Then tell Santiago that we will upgrade the aircraft coming to her territory. It may be prudent to finish the Cloudbase Academy in an expedited way. Our treasury can afford it, I assume.”

“Yes. Do you want to divert crawlers from the Supercollider at Industries?”

“That is prudent. Do it. We should still finish the Collider before Zakharov, unless he rushes its completion. Unfortunately for him he chose a base poor in industrial resources or he would have completed the Project long ago. His loss.”

“What do I tell Santiago in the meantime? We have no military material to send her,” Elaine asked.

“Tell her we are gifting her 500 megacredits as compensation for next year. That should be adequate compensation,” Morgan said.

Elaine nodded and left the room.

*~*~*~*

Office of the Pro-Consul, Sparta Command – SPARTA –2262

The doors opened automatically as Santiago walked in flanked by the military governors of Thrace and Macedonia. Mannsfield quickly stood up as did Chief Director Boothe and Assistant Director Summers as well as Major Gregovich. Santiago had called this meeting only a week ago in response to some major issues that had come to light. It had taken almost the entire week for Governor West and Sanchez to fly in and Santiago had just arrived several hours ago.

“Colonel its good to have you back at Sparta Command!” Mannsfield quickly walked around from behind his desk and motioned to where the new arrivals should sit. “Should I have some refreshments brought in?”

“No Pro-Consul we need to get to business right away. The fighter plane I used is needed back at the front as quickly as possible so I will be leaving within the hour. So I suggest we get started now.” Santiago undid the top clasps of her flight suit and sat down in the chair between West and Sanchez.

Mannsfield stood silently for a few seconds and then walked back to his desk and sat down.

“Major Gregovich has released the latest intelligence update on the Hive and it is clear that Chairman Yang is not going down without a fight. Every Hive base is now building and training replacement rover and infantry units and at pace that far exceeds our own.” Mannsfield stated as he dimmed the lights in the room and activated a holo-display along the right side of the room so everyone could see the figures. “Now, I have coordinated with Governor West and she has agreed to begin supporting the war in Macedonia. Two cities in Thrace will begin building war material and soon a third one will join the effort. However, even with that help we will still be far below the quota that the Colonel has set.”

“Well, I wish Macedonia could be of more help but we are still building up the cities and trying to shore up the defenses. Many of the bases under my governance are still being attacked on a daily basis. Why, just this turn Fort Saratoga’s new supply crawler was destroyed by Hive attack fighters from the last attack so building expensive terraformers or other improvements is out of the question. Until we can gain air supremacy the resources we can gather and put into production are limited to say the least.”

“I had expected additional air cover support from Director Morgan but from last reports his planes are still sitting idle and none of them have arrived at our sea base. But, they have not arrived. I intend to contact Director Morgan and get a resolution to this issue. But let me make this clear I intend to crush Yang but I need troops and equipment and I need them now. I am issuing a directive today, before I leave, that as cities complete any non-military production they will switch over to military production until Yang is brought before me in chains. Is that clear?” Santiago stood up and looked around and then turned and left the room grabbing her flight helmet on the way out.


Director Morgan,

Once again I find myself in the position of informing you that your war effort seems to be “lacking”. You certainly find the resources and credits to build numerous special projects and city enhancements but little seems to be spent on war production. This is the last time I will come to you asking for your aid. The next time you will receive a notice of the termination of our “pact”.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Sparta Command



*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2263

Coronal,

I see by your missive that you did not receive my last message in which I acknowledged that we had been less than forthcoming in our military assistance and that, in compensation, we would forward the sum of 500 megacredits to your people this year. This sum is attached, pre approved, and it should assist in your efforts. Our air force is making its way to your territory, although one of our airplanes took an unexpected detour when its pilot thought she had to return to base out of fear of running out of fuel. They either have or will arrive in your territory next year.

I am also happy to announce that we have completed the prototype fusion fusion interceptor. This will allow us to upgrade the wing that is in your territory. Considering that two of the planes are interceptors I would prefer that these be upgraded before they see combat since they are less than optimal for attacking ground targets. If you have other needs please let me know.

After a brief review my emapths informed me that your latest conquest is being severely contested by Chairman Yang. The only advice I can offer is to augment your forces, but not with the most expensive configuration possible. In most cases this is simply not economical. For instance, I noticed that your fusion infantry are almost as expensive as can be designed. Although I am not militarily inclined I would suggest that two less optimal fusion fusion infantry would be better, even if they did not have the latest secondary upgrades. I do not mean to tell you your business; I am merely making an observation that may be wholly or partially in error. It could also stem from my aversion to construction of military equipment unless it is needed, and even then only in the most cost effective manner possible.

Warmly,
Director Morgan

*~*~*~*

[b] In flight to Firebase 112 – SPARTA 2264 [/b}

Santiago read the response from Morgan again and then turned off the display screen. Another 500 energy credits and another promise, typical Morgan, just enough support again to get himself off of the hook and that’s it. It was becoming very clear to Santiago that Morgan was just playing for time. While Sparta continued to slug it out with Yang the Morgan Conglomerate continued to prosper and become more powerful.

She glanced out the window and down at the blue-green seas below and wondered how soon would it be before Morgan merchant ships and military vessels were the only ones you could see down there. They would have to do something soon to restore the balance of power or face domination by Morgan. However, until Yang was dealt with there was little she could do now. Once Yang was safely “tucked” away in a Spartan jail then she could turn her attention to Morgan. She knew that Aki, Skye and Zakharov had little love for the man or his people but until she offered them proof of Spartan support they would never move against them.

“Colonel we are about to feet dry. Macedonia is 5 minutes out.” The headset crackled in her helmet as her co-pilot alerted her. It was time to begin checking the skies for Hive fighters. The Hive planes never ventured out over the ocean for some reason and they did tend to stay within their territory but you could not count on it.

“Roger that. Going activate on radar and infra-red scanning and weapons safety is now off line. I repeat weapons are now hot!” Santiago began activating the controls and double-checking the system to make sure everything was okay. It took her mind off of the troubles with Morgan and Yang that was a welcome relief. Recently only when she was at the front or deeply involved in military planning did she find any release from the constant turmoil that plagued her thoughts.

“Lieutenant my scope is clear and there are no E.M. warnings in this area. It looks like we are clear all the way to Firebase 112.” Santiago reported. Even though she was the supreme military commander of the entire Spartan Federation this was still Lieutenant Reed’s plane and he was in command.

“Roger that Colonel. I estimate we will land at Firebase 112 in two days barring any problems. Since we are now in hostile territory I suggest that begin combat sleeping schedules, four on four off.” The pilot commented.

“Roger that. You sleep first and I will take the stick.” She replied.

“Roger, the stick is yours. See you in four hours.” The pilot activated his sleep induction unit and within seconds he was out.

Santiago loved to fly and now for the next four hours she could concentrate on flying and nothing else.

	07-05-2004 07:41									#60
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Morgan Industries, MY 2264

Coronal Santiago,

I am forwarding to you, pre-approved, our files on Silksteel Armor. This, in combination with fusion reactors, should make your soldiers all be invulnerable to the Hive – a significant tactical and strategic advantage, I would say. This armor is fully 33 percent more effective than that currently in use around Chiron. These defensive abilities combined with the offensive abilities of fusion guns should make your soldiers the force to be reconed with, which the Good Chairman will undoubtedly learn to his loss.

Our prototype fusion interceptor is on its way to you. We will be completing the Cloudbase Academy in the coming year, and with this completion we will be able to field larger numbers of good morale air force. Currently only two of our bases have an aerospace center, but that will change. Another advantage is the increase in range, which is particularly important for interceptors since they will increase from nine to 11 sectors per year.

Director Morgan

*~*~*~*~

Firebase 112 central command center, Macedonia – SPARTA 2265

Santiago had arrived several days ago and she had wished now that she had never left. Yang had been able to penetrate the Spartan forward positions and now had three bases under constant artillery bombardment. Yang’s troops had even reached Fort Saratoga and attacked there as well. The air corps had been doing all it could to weaken the oncoming Hive infantry but they had not been able to attack the artillery positions. Now to make matters worse the newest Spartan Base, Fleet Anchorage, had lost one of their sea-formers and the base itself was now threatened.

“How soon can our ships reach the sea base?” Santiago asked as she watched the holo-map intently.

“Colonel as you can see here.” Longstreet highlighted a sea sector about nine sectors east of Fleet Anchorage. “Our fleet is still too far away to reach them anytime soon. At least three more turns at flank speed. The commandant of Fleet Anchorage expects an attack this turn. He does not believe that he can hold out against the attack. The Hive ship is armed with Mark-III ship missiles and it has plasma armor. The garrison unit at Fleet Anchorage was equipped to defend against native attacks so it has trance and resonance equipment with laser weapons.”

Santiago was not happy. Damn! To loose Fleet Anchorage was not acceptable but perhaps unavoidable.

“What other assets do we have nearby?” She asked.

“None. The only other military units in the area are the Morgan fighters but the report we have on them is that they are only interceptors and lack the avionics to attack ground targets.” Longstreet quickly replied.

DAMN! Well there was no use in yelling at Morgan for help since there was little he could do. At least she was spared from making a phone call to plead for more help from him.

“Order the captains of the Warspite and Warrior to make best possible speed to Fleet Anchorage. Support the base if possible. If the base has already been taken they are authorized to retake the base.” Santiago slammed her fist down hard on the table scrambling the holo-projection for a second.

Longstreet turned and walked back to the communication stations to send the signal leaving Santiago alone. Wartime production was still slow, too slow for her liking but when they did arrive they were the state of the art, top of the line. That in and of itself caused even more production delays due to the procurement process. Major Stewart ordered the very best equipment possible and due to the red tape the contractors seemed to go overboard and provide every extra enhancement possible. Santiago had tried to investigate the problems with the contracting and planning process but the systems seemed to be riddled with loop holes and problems. Even Stewart admitted that he had lost control of the process decades ago and now the entire military industrial complex seemed to operate with no regards to the reality of the current situation. Santiago needed troops, and more of them, and even if they were armed with missiles or gatling lasers it would be better than none at all.
*~*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2265

Morgan looked over the latest reports from the empaths and they were quite distressing. It seems that Santiago had overextended herself. Although the situation was not dire it was…uncomfortable. Hive forces were swarming through perimeter breaches in the north and south.

He knew he was no military man – that’s why he hired the best. But even to his mind it was clear that Santiago had not been afflicted with overt greed or strategic blindness. She simply had the overwhelming problem of taking on the Hive and its mindless minions while trying to devote half of her production to military units. That, and trusting to a significant technological advantage, would allow her to prevail, but it would be slow going.

That entered into the calculus. It was not in his people’s best interests to have the Spartans bear the Morganites significant ill will.

There was only one thing to do.

*~*~*~*

Coronal Santiago,

You will note that I have forwarded, pre-approved, another gift of energy to help your people in their efforts against the Hive. I clearly understand, as does the Board of Directors, that your efforts are more than expensive and that you are bearing the cost of subduing the Mad Chairman by yourself. It is my hope that this will allow you to invest or upgrade your military as you see fit.

The Board also agreed to upgrade the two interceptors and single bomber already in your territory to the most advanced type available. These should be ready for service in the Hive theatre within a few years. Kindly let us know where they should direct their efforts. The pilots have been put under your personal command and will follow your orders. More interceptors are being and will sent to your territory as they are completed.

Sincerely,
Directory Morgan

*~*~*~*

Fleet Anchorage Command Center – SPARTA 2266


1st lieutenant Samuels stood on one side of the holo-map table and on the other side stood the sea base Commandant, Richard Brooks. They had been arguing for hours over the best plan of defense for the sea base. Brooks plan was to evacuate the garrison, along with the command staff, and wait till the fleet arrived to retake the city. Samuels had listened and now it was his turn.

“Commandant, I will put this on the record and I want everyone to hear what I am about to say. First, I have no intention of leaving fleet anchorage. Two, I intend to fight the Hive scum when they arrive and defeat them. Any order you issue to the contrary will be ignored. I know my duty sir and as a Spartan I will die fighting if need be!” Samuels snapped to attention and saluted and then turned and left the room. Brooks stood there in stunned silence watching the young lieutenant leave with his aides.

Outside of the command center Samuels XO grabbed his arm and forced him to stop.

“Sir, exactly how are we supposed to defeat a missile armed attack foil with just laser weapons?”

“Lets get the men together and I will tell you.”



Two days later at the Harbor entrance to Fleet Anchorage

The Hive missile foil had circled the sea base for some time and all the sensors seem to indicate the base had been abandoned. The Hive foil captain was ecstatic over the prospect of capturing a fully operational Spartan base and the prospect of advancement by Chairman Yang, so he ordered the foil to enter the sea base.

The foil glided through the large gates that protected the harbor and as soon as the foil cleared the gates the shut behind them. Suddenly from all around the harbor laser beams began to lash out at the foil blowing chunks of metal into the air. The foil began to maneuver and pick up speed to come about but it only served to expose the aft sections of the ship to concentrated laser fire. A lucky hit by a laser took out the aft steering compartment and the ship could only turn now by propeller action only which made her even less agile. What even made matters worse for the Hive ship was the simple fact that the main missile batteries could not engage the Spartan defenders due to the extreme close range, the missiles would simply not activate in time after they launched from their tubes so they crew was forced to use only secondary armaments to defend the ship. Within 20 minutes the foil had stopped moving and it was sinking by the stern in the harbor. Several Hive sailors had already jumped overboard and tried to swim to the dock walls but it turned out swimming was not a required skill in the Hive navy so all of them drowned. The battle had been short and sweet and another victory for Sparta.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2266

Yes, the transport is vulnerable. The cargo is precious and bound for distant shores, and inevitably not to the liking of Chairman Yang. Santiago would likely be annoyed, also, Morgan thought to himself. He also contemplated what Chairman Yang would do if he found this transport – sink it immediately.

That would not do. So, Morgan tapped a few commands and ordered the production of Morgan Industries changed to prototype the latest armor, silksteel, on a rover frame. Of course, the prototype would use the latest clean technology, which would eliminate the bane of support that was such a drain on the industrial capacity of host cities.

In a moment it was done. Then he ordered that all new interceptors also use clean reactors. True, it increased the build time but it was well worth it in the long run. Then he could devote three or four cities to build nothing but interceptors and effectively produce at least one per year. This would nicely supplement Santiago’s war effort, and provide some home defense.

In other news, he noted that Lal had finally built another base. A far-flung Morganite base on the large continent had been given to Aki, and the Pact-based trade it was generating more than compensated for its industrial loss. Morgan made a note to himself to build many more bases of this sort and give them to Lal and Aki – they were very productive at very low cost.

Finally he put his work down and heaved a sigh. It had been another long day, and his favorite courtesan was waiting. Matilda was quite talented.

*~*~*~*

Command bunker, Firebase 112, Macedonia – SPARTA 2267


Director Morgan,

I have been with the main army of Macedonia fighting the Hive for several turns so I have understandably only concerned myself with events or tasks to win the war. Your aircrews still seem to be “bogged” down with maintenance issues and repairs while my fighters are hammering away at the Hive while being 90% under strength. The sooner you can force the issue with you air commander and order them into combat the better for us all.

Colonel Corazon Santiago

Supreme Military Commander of the Spartan Federation of Free Cities, Firebase 112


Santiago hit the send button and then eased herself back into her chair. The war was not going well. Yang had taken a beating like none other in history and yet he still continued to fling his soldiers into the maw of the Spartan war machine. The army of Macedonia was now spread out over three bases and had taken a beating as well. It would take three turns or more for the army to regroup and get back on line and it would still be another three turns above that before more reinforcements arrived. Six turns in all before she could re-launch the attack on the Hive with any measure of victory. What she needed was those damn Morgan planes to give air cover for the ground forces.

Santiago stood up slowly and walked over the mirror. Her hair was graying now but even still she was in good shape. Her advisors had told her that she must regenerate soon but there was no time for that. Yang had to be put down and the security of Sparta established. That was her goal now and nothing else was relevant.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2287

Morgan read the latest missive from Santiago and was seriously annoyed. That woman apparently had no conception of the difficulties of crossing an entire world to bring an air wing for her aid. She also had no appreciation that it cost 120 megacredits to upgrade the interceptors, and a more reasonable 40 megacredits to upgrade the bomber. ‘…maintenance issues and repairs..’ indeed! The upgrade was costly, but it made all the units combat effective by providing six times the firepower needed to destroy a plasma steel Hive unit. Now the interceptors could engage ground forces and win, all things being equal.

It was irritating, but Morgan could understand. The Spartan campaign had not turned out to be a steamroller, with the Hive folding when seriously opposed. Santiago only now understood that Chairman Yang, paranoid that he was, was no pushover like Pravin. All of Santiago’s actions had only reinforced Yang’s delusions, making true his belief that all oppose his blighted vision for humanity.

Morgan sighed. Santiago deserved support, and in view of this he ordered upgrades for all interceptors in production to the latest weaponry. Two supply transports would be used to speed prototype production, and then each would be sent to support the Spartans. This would be a major setback, but not so much as the Spartans were forced to bear.

*~*~*~*

Main military runway, Fort Victory, Macedonia – SPARTA 2268


The last Morgan fighter plane was beginning the landing approach. The plane like that other eleven fighters that had landed was painted a rich golden yellow but for intents and purposes it looked exactly like a Spartan fighter. This was not totally unexpected since it was Sparta that had given aircraft technology to Morgan. However, Morgan engineers in there great zeal for efficiency and not wanting to spend a single mega-credit to continue the design process simply used the Spartan design. The last plane landed and quickly taxied to the hardened bunker where it would stay until it left. The Spartan ground technician waved the plane into the bunker and then signaled to the pilot to cut his engines. After a few minutes the cockpit opened up and the Morgan pilot, the commander of this fighter wing, jumped down from the plane and walked over the technician.

“So where are our quarters?” The pilot asked as he pulled his helmet off.

“Here.” The technician replied as he put the chocks under the wheels and then moved to a control panel.

“Excuse me technician, do you see here?” The pilot replied.

The technician didn’t say a word but quickly activated the controls and the massive blast doors began to shut.

“If you will follow me I will show you where you can sleep. Also at the end of the runway is our command center and repair facility. You can take your meals there.” The technician locked down the doors and then moved to the back of the bunker with the Morgan pilot in tow. Once at the back of the bunker a heavy “man-sized” blast door could be seen and once the technician opened the door the pilot saw that it lead downwards. The walked down the stairs for several minutes going about fifty feet down and the stairs ended at another heavy blast door. The technician opened it up and they walked in. The room was nearly empty and it was unpainted. The room measured 30 feet by 30 feet and it contained a bed, table, two chairs, a small monitor screen mounted to the wall and near the far corner of the room was a toilet and sink. The “shower” was tucked into the corner of the room and it had a simple dingy plastic sheet to keep the water out of the room.

“The door over there leads down a long corridor to the command center. Along the way you will find the rest of your crew. When the support crews and planes land they will be housed at the end of the runway near the repair facilities.” The Spartan jumped to attention and just stood there. The Morgan fighter pilot watched him for a few seconds and then nodded his head to the man, in the Morgan confederation useless military ceremonies such as this had been eliminated due to the fact they were inefficient. The technician dropped his salute and then turned and left the room via the door along the wall. The pilot walked over the bunk and sat down and wondered what in the world had he gotten into. From a strict military perspective the entire facility made sense it was designed for one purpose only, war. However, even the most “crude” Morgan bases had luxuries and excellent quarters to live in. Director Morgan took care of his people and made sure that the military was well cared for. This room on the other hand was worse than any jail he had ever seen. Well, there was not much else he could do now. This was the home base of operations for now.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries, MY 2268

Coronal Santiago,

I just saw the breaking news on Morganvision HoloNet about the Planet Blight that has struck one of your larger cities. Let me be the first to express my deepest sympathy since I know this will grievously affect your citizens. As we speak the Board has convened an emergency session on how to respond to this crisis, and I can assure you they will act promptly. The only small note of advice I can offer is to speed terraformers to the area as soon as possible to start rebuilding the devastated farms and forests.

Warm regards,
Director Morgan