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LUNAR: Tales From Crystal Tokyo

By Daryll Pung

Episode 2-18: Badgering the Witless

Rated: R

 

 

Somewhere in deep space, in Dark Kingdom territory, 31 May 2738

The SLS Bahumat

            "Well?" Acting Captain Shelia Thompson asked.

            "Beginning detailed scans," came Sailor Vulcan's voice over the speakers.

            "It's opening," Sorcerer Derrelli said, gazing steadily at the screen.  On it, a greenish ripple filled the span of the gargantuan spaceborne ring-shaped structure, spiraling into a conduit.

            "What are we seeing?" Shelia wanted to know.

            Derrelli narrowed his eyes, and zoomed screen four in.

            "That fleet of ships is entering the conduit," Derrelli's eyes widened.

            "Yeah..." Sailor Cygni's voice came through.  "I think we've discovered the source Gate.  We've also got a little something else on long range sensors."

            "What's that?" asked Wizard Duke.

            "We think it's a shipyard."

 

Approaching the Dark Kingdom Gate, somewhere in the Alpha Zone, 31 May 2738

The SLS Destiny

            "Highness, we've just received a report from one of the advance scout ships," the duty comm officer spoke up.

            Princess Serena turned from where she had been studying ship status reports and placement.  "About what?" she asked.

            "Apparently the Gate is opening; we have live feed relayed," the comm officer replied.

            "Screen three," Serena ordered, pointing a finger at that screen.  It blinked on to reveal a storm of DK starships issuing out.

            "Oh, damn," Sailor Eos muttered.

            "Couldn't have said it better myself," Reeni sighed.  "Looks like we're going to have to step up our plans."

            "The SLS Pisces reports the ships are moving into positions to fortify the area," the comm officer continued.  "They'll keep us informed."

            "What's the enemy ship tally, at the moment?" Reeni asked.

            "Two hundred eighty five mixed classes; including five suiciders," tactical answered promptly.

            "Just keeps getting better and better," Diana muttered.

 

Somewhere in deep space, in Dark Kingdom territory, 31 May 2738

The SLS Orion

            "We're able to scan through the opened Gate," the Orion's science officer said.  "Probably because it's the Source Gate."

            "That's the funny thing about opening subspace tunnels," Sailor Cygni nodded.  "As far as the surface structure of the galaxy is concerned, distant places are brought near."

            "Yeah, well, on the other side is a pretty massive DK fleet.  And guess where the other end is, spatially speaking?" science asked.

            "Lemme guess," came Duke's voice over the link.  "Where this little escapade of ours started."

            "That would be it," science acknowledged.

 

The SLS Bahumat

            "So close, yet so far," Shelia murmured.  An air of dejection marked her.

            "So, doesn't that mean we can now accurately chart our location?" Derrelli pointed out.  "Not that we didn't already have a good reference from the Orion."

            "Your point?" Shelia said, turning slightly to face him.

            "Well, it's just that I don't think a shipyard- if that's indeed what it is- would be sitting in the middle of nowhere by its lonesome," Derrelli continued.  "I'm rather of the opinion we're onto something big, here, and the DK as of yet has no clue we're here.  Not to mention," he paused, indicating where yet another fleet of ships was entering the Gate, "a rather large quantity of their ships seems to be bound for the Alpha Zone."

            "So?" asked Duke slowly, trying to perceive what Derrelli was getting at.

            "Logically, that would mean there are few ships are left to guard this area," Sailor Vulcan stated.

            "And if the DK is set up anything like us, a vulnerable structure like a shipyard would be near other, important things... and a well-defended area," Sailor Cygni concluded.

            "Like maybe their home system," Shelia gasped, eyes wide.

            "A fair hypothesis," Sailor Vulcan said via the link.  "I must emphasize this:  if they are organized like us."

            "Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves," Duke said, shaking his head.  "We should sneak about and confirm our suspicions before going any further."

            "Right," Shelia nodded, calming down.  "This is all just unfounded speculation.  Sailor Cygni, we will remain right here and keep an eye on this gate.  Could you go on and find out what's out there, and come back in an hour?  If you're overdue, then we'll come looking for you."

            "Sounds like a plan," Sailor Cygni's voice replied.  "Be back in an hour!"

            The link went silent as the Orion, invisibly, spun about and headed away.  Shelia took a deep breath, and glanced at Duke.  "Move us in closer," she commanded.  "Enough so that our sensors can get a detailed scan of that Gate."

            As Duke complied, Shelia turned to move to her seat.  She noted Derrelli's intense stare at the screen.

            "What is it?" she asked, softly.

            "Well, I'm a little rusty," Derrelli muttered, "but I think I can give us a quick way home.  All I need is to bone up on DK computer algorithms."

            A faint grin began to stretch across Shelia's face.  "By all means," she nodded.  Derrelli turned towards the lift, already talking quietly to Neo.

            Shelia gratefully sat down in her chair, the apprehension she felt slowly turning into anticipation.  Her eyes twinkled with an inner humor over the irony of the situation.  All she could do at the moment, though, was wait, as the doors hissed shut at the back of the bridge.

 

            Down in Engineering, Derrelli leaned over the master system monitor, a thoughtful expression on his features.  "Neo, you're sure this doesn't bother you?"

            "I have no problem with this plan," the Bahumat's AI replied.

            "Well, I must admit, it'll be the first time I've ever used an AI for the actual hacking," Derrelli chuckled.  "Oughta make it a cinch."

            "Translation algorithms complete," Neo reported.

            "Excellent.  Time to craft a plan, then... and do some probes," Derrelli said.

            "We'll have to move in closer to avoid detection of the carrier signal," Neo reported after a second.  The AI was slightly apprehensive about this hacker, but up to this point he'd been an excellent engineer, and he appeared to have scruples enough to leave GM AIs alone... presumably unless the situation required it.  Neo devoutly hoped it never did.

            "How close?" Derrelli wanted to know.

            "Within ten thousand kilometers," Neo replied.

            Derrelli blinked.  "Whites of their eyes range, huh?  Right...  Derrelli to bridge.  To do a little prep for this hacking, we need to move within ten k, if you would please."

            "Moving now," came the response.

            "Okay," murmured Derrelli, frowning in concentration as the displays all around him lit up.  "Get your game face on; it's time to party."  Soon, he was so engrossed in his work he noticed nothing of what was happening in his vicinity.

 

            Precisely fifty-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds later, a beep on the bridge of the Bahumat signaled the return of the Orion.

            "Welcome back," Shelia said.  "Anything interesting?"

            "Oh, this and that," Sailor Cygni's voice replied.  "A shipyard, and it's rather fascinating how they grow and craft their ships.  Orbital defenses up the wazoo, starbases, listening posts, orbital laboratories that scans revealed were for genetic tampering and are the birthplaces of Slashers, Infiltrators, and every other unpleasant Dark Kingdom troop we've ever faced, and the stuff that's next.  Some rather nasty stuff in the pipeline, although we haven't finished going over the data.  Did I mention that the place was rather unguarded?  We only noted a couple dozen or so ships."

            "You said orbital?" Duke broke in.

            "Yeah, orbital.  Yellow G-type star, similar to our own Sun.  Six planets, all of them extensively terraformed and defended," Sailor Cygni answered.

            "And?" Shelia asked slowly, putting a wealth of emotion into that one word.

            "Intercepted ship-to-ground communications prove that we have discovered the home system of the Dark Kingdom," Sailor Vulcan answered matter-of-factly.

            "By the Crystal," murmured Shelia.

            "I think we need to back off and make some plans," Sailor Cygni said seriously.

            "Agreed," Shelia replied, recovering her composure.  "Let's head a few AU's out, and then we'll bring you in."

 

            Derrelli walked through the open door with a frown on his features, and, as the door hissed shut behind him, took a seat.  Sailor Cygni smiled brightly at him, and he couldn't help but reply in kind, before both turned serious.  Sailor Vulcan, Shelia, and Duke were also present, as were all the department heads of the Orion and the Bahumat.

            Once Derrelli was seated, Shelia nodded to Sailor Cygni and rose.  There had been some good-natured arguing over who was in overall command, but since the Bahumat was the bigger, more powerful ship, Sailor Cygni had pointed out, it was Shelia's show, and Sailor Cygni simply promised to back her up as much as possible.  It just wasn't Sailor Cygni's nature to take away from Shelia what she had so capably earned, and was capably demonstrating.

            "Now, I'm sure you've all heard by now what we have discovered.  Extensive poring through of all available data, acquired through subtle scans and, thanks to the DK, extensive signal leakage, has revealed some rather interesting facts about our situation.  We can all bless the fact that DK SIGINT and ELINT technology is simply awful; it makes it a hell of a lot easier to find things out from them without their notice."  Shelia paused; behind her, the screen lit up with a spatial diagram.  "This is what we know so far about local area of space.  Besides the source Gate, we also have discovered eight starbases, two shipyards and dockyards, twenty orbital laboratories, thirty-three ships, and several hundred orbital batteries, listening posts, and defensive platforms.  The system, which we have agreed to call Hell, has a yellow G-type star only slightly less luminous to our own Sun, at an approximate age of three point six billion years.  The planets range from Mercury-sized to Venus-sized, and are all terraformed to Earth-like conditions.  Estimated population of the system is 300 billion."

            Shelia turned to tap a few controls, and the screen moved through the system, cycling and highlighting various points and structures.  "From what we can tell, the seat of government is on the closest planet to the Hell star.  It is highly defended; and the area is littered with so much detection gear even our cloak could be penetrated."

            She gazed over the gathering.  "Now, the big question is, what do we do?  We have a few options.  One, we could simply turn back.  We now have detailed knowledge of where we are; we can head back for GM space the long way and let everyone know what we found.  This is no small feat in itself.  Two, we can attempt to do something about this rather unique situation we've found ourselves in."

            "What can we do, though?" asked the chief medical officer of the Orion.  "Granted, we do have the firepower to bring down thirty-three starships, but the rest..."

            "Ah, but we'd have to make sure they couldn't reinforce," put in the Bahumat's tactical officer.  "And we've confirmed that Gate is two-way.  We've watched six hundred ships pour through that Gate in the last few hours; the Alpha Zone is about to become a huge battlefield, even if there is nothing left here."

            "Well, it is good to know they're finally stretching themselves too thin, and we finally have the historic advantage of knowing where they sleep at night," Duke added.  "But the point is, they could always call all of those ships back.  This system would be a tough nut to crack even without them."

            "Logically, we will accomplish nothing by brute force," Sailor Vulcan spoke up.  "Our best approach should involve guile and guerrilla tactics."

            "No problem," said Derrelli.  "I've already gained complete access to their Gate's computer system."

            Utter silence and disbelieving looks followed that statement, with a smirk on Shelia's face.  "I take it everyone forgot about the foremost hacker in the GM?"

            "It was easy," Derrelli shrugged.  "I'm used to the far more sophisticated and much better protected GM technology; the DK simply pales in comparison."

            "Wait a minute," Sailor Cygni interrupted.  "How come you couldn't hack the first Gate, then; the one in the Atlantis system?"

            Derrelli grinned.  "I didn't know the language, for one; and I didn't have Neo to serve as a hacking platform.  The first time compared to now is like comparing a Fokker Triplane to the SLS Destiny."

            "A Fokker Triplane?" Duke wanted to know.

            "A German aircraft from Terra's World War 1," Neo said.

            "Well," Sailor Cygni replied, looking thoughtful.

            "So, I guess the question is, what do we do with this?" Shelia asked the gathering.

            "You mean, how can we use this to totally stymie our enemies?" Sailor Cygni elaborated.

            "Sorcerer Derrelli," Sailor Vulcan broke in, "you said you have total access to everything.  Does this include the back-up computers for vital systems like life support and reactor controls?"

            "What back-ups?" snorted Derrelli.  "The DK takes too much on organic weaponry and magical power; they're babes in the woods technology-wise."  He paused, narrowing his eyes as he picked up on what she was saying.  "There are no safeguards against a skilled, directed, preprogrammed assault."

            "You two already have an idea?" Shelia asked.

            "The beginnings of one," Derrelli said.  "A multi-faceted worm program."

            "To what end?" asked Bahumat's tactical officer.

            "Simple; destruction of the enemy facilities is easy; I can simply bypass all safety systems and induce a controlled breach of their core by overloading it.  We also add in a program to wreck the command pathways after the damage is done so they can't recover the system before it explodes," Derrelli began.  "But we can do so much more; especially since I have at least two people who can help me program it."

            "Being myself and Sailor Vulcan," Duke said.

            "Yes.  Further input from various science department experts would also make it even more deadly," Derrelli confirmed.

            "Well, we have an idea already," spoke up the science department head from the Bahumat, indicating himself and the senior science officer of the Orion.  "How about having it transfer via subspace in a local spectrum, via communications?"

            "And furthermore," added the Orion's chief science officer, "multi-stage it; after the initial virus is purged, have the remainder of the worm seek out anything about us, genetic research, technology research, et cetera, and erase it.  Thus, once the Gates are destroyed, they would also lose everything they know about how to build them; and odds are, with the research facilities blowing up, the people who originally figured this stuff out would also be eliminated.  Not to mention, no more Slashers, Infiltrators, et cetera... aside from what's currently out there, anyway."

            Derrelli let out a deep breath.  "Whoa," he whispered.  "That's good stuff.  We're gonna need a few hours just to figure out what to program in this hydra-virus.  After that, it'll take maybe five, six hours to program depending on what we put in; then we can set stuff in motion."

            "How do we infect them?" asked Sailor Cygni.

            "Simple:  I already have access to the Gate.  So, once we're ready, we upload it there, perhaps with a slight time lapse; then, we have the Orion decloak just long enough for the Gate to yell.  And we use that method to continue the infection, all around their defenses," Derrelli said.  "Which reminds me:  I'm going to set up a scan program, a harmless system analysis sort of deal.  While we get our ideas together, we need to know that all their computer systems share the same vulnerabilities."

            "I think we can handle that," Sailor Cygni grinned.

            "In that case," Shelia concluded, "we all have work to do.  Get to it."

            The meeting broke up with remarkable alacrity.

 

Approaching the Dark Kingdom Gate, somewhere in the Alpha Zone, 31 May 2738

The SLS Destiny

            "Say that total again?" Reeni said incredulously.

            "Eight hundred eighty-seven ships; ten of which are suiciders," tactical said slowly.

            Reeni sat down, her hand on her head.  "Mother of Serenity," she groaned quietly.  "Where do they get them all?"

            Sailor Eos stood silently behind her, moving a hand to her shoulder; she gave her a gentle squeeze.

            "Doesn't matter," Reeni sighed.  "We still have to deal with it.  Battle formation.  Prepare to launch fighters.  Comm, get me the fleet."

            "You're on, Admiral," the comm officer announced after pressing her panel.

            "This is Admiral Tsukino speaking," Reeni began.  "I'm sure the news of how many ships the enemy possesses has reached you all.  I must now remind you that those numbers do not matter.  We have faced long odds before; we have triumphed over those odds.  Remember, we are not fighting just for the purpose of closing this Gate.  We are fighting for our peace; we are fighting for our homes, for our loved ones.  We are fighting for a happy future.  Keep this in your hearts; keep this in your thoughts.  If the fight gets difficult; if things do not go exactly our way, remember these facts.  Draw strength from them.  Draw from each other's strength.  Draw it when you need it; for the battle starts, now.  Here's to victory... and a happy future.  Good luck.  Task Force One... go to Red Alert."

            Around her, on every ship, lights dimmed to red, and sirens blared as each ship's AI announced battlestations.

            Engines glowed fiercely red; bluish arcs were barely seen springing into existence.  The various ships began shifting their positions; the resultant formation appeared almost as a fork.  It charged ahead, with the core of each tip being a small group of battleships, and the Destiny's group behind that, surrounded by even more ships.  Yellowish prefire charges could be seen racing along blaster arrays; proton cannons glowed fiercely in their readiness.

            They swept inexorably towards the enemy.

 

The Mauler

            The lead DK battleship, the Mauler, was a scene of feverish activity as orders were passed from ship to ship, divvying them up into their respective forces and destinations.  The captain of this ship sat indolently in his chair, leaned back, arms crossed, yawning with boredom.

            Until his tactical officer spoke up.  "Lord!  Reading a massive inbound fleet, GM in origin!  Sensors tallying the ship count... looks like three hundred ships!"

            The captain leapt to his feet.  "What!?  Alert all ships; prepare the suiciders.  Break formation and create a defensive net!  Battle Alert!"

           

The SLS Destiny

            "They've seen us," reported Diana.  "They're breaking up to create a net."

            Reeni shrugged.  "Fleet, increase speed to max, sublight.  Launch fighters just outside of DK weapons range.  Here we go!"

            Tactical overlays popped on screens four and five; tactical looked up.  "We're ready," said the tactical officer.

 

The Mauler

            "They're now approaching the limits of weapons range," reported the Mauler's tactical officer.  He studied his display a bit longer, bringing it up on one of the secondary bio-screens.  Each of the larger blips now had a group of smaller blips issuing from it.

            "What are those?" snapped the captain.

            "They're shuttle sized, but heavily armed and shielded," tactical reported.

            The captain's eyes narrowed.  "Fighters," he growled.  "Clever.  Why is it we can never keep apace with GM technology?"

 

The SLS Destiny

            "Now in weapons range!" tactical called out.

            "Fire at will," Reeni ordered.  "Order the scout ships to close and assault the suiciders from behind, and then to recloak and get the hell out of here.  Fighters should carefully pick targets so as not to get blasted by their mother ships."

            The first yellow beams crisscrossed with green; the first red and white torpedo barrages were exchanged with black; and a massive salvo of death ray fire slammed into the DK ranks.  Shield arcs flared dark purple and light blue.

            The Battle Of The Alpha Zone was joined.

 

Near the Source Gate, just outside of the Hell System, 31 May 2738

The SLS Bahumat

            Nine hours since the Orion had returned, Shelia thought.  She was trying to sleep, knowing it wouldn't be long when she may have to be awake for a while.

            Unfortunately, it wasn't working.

            "Derrelli to Shelia," she heard.

            She sat up, clad in merely a nightie, and tapped the panel next to her bed.  "Go ahead."  She swung her bare legs over the side.

            "The Unraveller hydra virus is complete," he reported.  "Ready to transmit on your mark."

            Shelia grinned, adrenaline already flowing.  "I'll meet you on the bridge in a few minutes!"  She hastily flung the nightie aside, grabbing for her uniform.

            The time had finally come for the Bahumat to strike back.

            And what a devastating blow it was going to be!

 

 

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