The Die is Cast

 

Chapter 17 of Starfighter! The Iconoclast

 

By: Tom Sczepkowski

 

With editing and clean-up by: Frederick P. Kopetz                                                                   

 

Copyrights: STAR TREK is © 2004 by Paramount Pictures, Inc. STAR BLAZERS is © 2004 by Voyager International, and, STAR WARS is © 2004 by Lucasfilm, Ltd. GARGOYLES is © 2004 by Disney Entertainment. The Technomugar Empire is © 2004 by Frederick P. Kopetz and is mentioned here by the author's permission. All original elements of this tale are © 2004 by Tom Sczepkowski. All rights reserved, not to be copied without the author's permission.  

 


 

Talan stood on the bridge of  Desslok’s newly built flagship.  He was surprised to find that his uniform fit somewhat looser since he last wore it a year ago. The last time he saw his master, he had been laughing hysterically in the situation room on Gamilon when the Star Force fired their wave motion gun at the heart of their largest volcano Targian which set off a chain reaction which devastated the planet. After the Star Force and Desslok left and with nowhere to go, Talan and other Gamilons lived wherever they could in the ruins of Gamilon for several months. Until, that is, with no hope left, Queen Starsha extended her home of Iscandar to the Gamilon Refugees.  Talan wished to be back there on Iscandar playing the old retired senator and General. 

 

Somehow he lost those days and even though it had been only two weeks since he was on Iscandar painting the picture of the unknown warrior in his garden. Now he had just been named Desslok’s Chief of Staff; a duty which he did not want or desire. He thought of the different ways that he could decline the offer. However, he feared for Desslok’s sanity. Also, he was suspicious of the Comet Empire. But those days were far from his grasp….That is, until a nervous young Lieutenant barely out of his teens approached and saluted Talan

 

“He’s here?” Talan asked as the boy nodded nervously while the rest of the bridge crew came to attention.

 

Desslok strode onto the bridge with a small entourage, that Talan paid no attention to with the exception of one green-skinned short humanoid wearing the uniform of a Comet Empire Servant. Right away, Talan didn’t trust him as their eyes met and the young man immediately turned away. Talan gripped the handle of his light saber tightly for a moment,  but he quickly eased that grip as Desslok strode over to him.

 

“Hello, my most trusted friend,” Desslok said as he gave a small and quick embrace.

 

“Leader Desslok,” Talan said. “I am glad you are well, sir.”

 

“I have you to thank for the rebuilding of our fleet.” Desslok said.

 

Talan shook his head. “Not me, sir. The men deserve all the credit .They have worked hard, and they have worked long.”

 

“An argument for another time,” Desslok said

 

“Do you wish to address your warriors, sir?” Talon asked “They have waited long for their leader to return.”

 

“Yes.” Desslok said “I would like that very much.”

 

Within moments, over the ship’s video panel, generals from all former Gamilon commands introduced themselves vowing their complete obedience. However Talan’s warm feelings quickly diminished when Desslok began to speak.

 

“All of my remaining generals; Now hear me…We go to Telezart to hunt the Argo….

 

The Generals shouted out; “Death to the Argo!”

 

“Destroy the Argo who murdered our people!”

 

“She was struck by many missiles and continued on…”

 

Desslok nodded “Yes…she’s struck full of missiles, and yes, she has murdered our finest and bravest warriors …death men… you’ve seen her….It’s the Star Force….. the Star Force which tore our once beautiful planet’s body and soul until they bled into each other! We’ll follow her round the planet Telezart, across the Milky Way and through perdition’s flames before we give them up!”

 

“Yes,” said Desslok, “This is why we have returned to ally ourselves with the Comet Empire to chase the Star Force on all sides of the galaxy…. until they all spit blood….and roll dead out….What say you, men?....I’ll say you still look brave...”

 

“WILL YOU SPLICE HANDS ON IT!?” Desslok shouted.

 

The men responded.

 

Over the speakers came the chants of “Desslok Desslok Desslok.” After a few minutes the chants died down as Desslok’s generals were served Gamilon  wine. Then, the Generals on each of their flagships waited eagerly for Desslok to raise his glass.

 

“Drink my brave Generals….Drink and Swear……May their Terran God haunt us all…… if we do not hunt the Star Force to their death.”

 

DESSLOK!  DESSLOK!  DESSLOK! DESSLOK!  DESSLOK!  DESSLOK! DESSLOK! DESSLOK!  DESSLOK! DESSLOK!  DESSLOK!  DESSLOK! DESSLOK!  DESSLOK! DESSLOK! DESSLOK!  DESSLOK!  DESSLOK! DESSLOK!  DESSLOK!  DESSLOK! DESSLOK!  DESSLOK!  DESSLOK! DESSLOK!  DESSLOK!  DESSLOK!

 

All Talan can do is stand there. For the first time, ever, he felt  afraid of his closest friend. Desslok looked at him and smiled; then he raised his glass to Talan, drank and smashed it to the deck as still chanted his name, over and over again.

 

“Magnificent.” Talan said dryly.

 

“All ships, advance!” ordered Desslok. “We go on to Telezart!”

 

And whatever fate awaits us, thought Talan darkly.

 

Doctor Sane had had just hung up the phone when he looked out of his office into the examination room where Nova was applying a cast to a ground support handler whom had just fallen down a flight of stairs. He stood in the doorway and watched her perform the task as he nodded with approval.

“Thanks,” she snapped. Nova was trying to be careful not to get the plaster over her; however, this was a task in which she was failing miserably as it was already over her clothes, face, and hands. She looked as if she had been dipped in the sort of powdered sugar that goes on a donut.

Doctor Sane then put on his uniform jacket, picked up his cat and started walking towards the door without even saying anything to Nova.

“I’ll be right back,” Nova said as she walked out through the exit into the hot and humid night.

He waited until she was finished, then asked if he could speak to her privately. She sighed heavily as she walked with him as they walked outside.

‘Dr Sane!” Nova shouted with anger as he slowly turned around.

“That was Mark Venture on the phone, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was..,” said Sane. “Personal business!”

 “Personal business my foot, Doctor! And now you are leaving Earth?! Have you ever thought of asking me my input into this?”

“Nova it’s far too dangerous!” Sane said. “If something were to happen, the consequences to you could be severe!”

“I have the right to make those decisions!” Nova said

“No you don’t!” Sane said.

“I am a solider and a member of the Star Force!”

“I can’t do this now, Nova!” Sane said. “You can’t come with me and for obvious reasons! You cant walk across a hallway without tripping, falling, or dropping something! You’re the best nurse I have but your place is here! Safe! On Earth!”

Nova stood in the middle of the parking lot as Sane turned and walked away to his air car and quickly sped away. Nova clutched her fists hard as the remnants of wet plaster oozed through her fingers.

She shuddered with anger and she turned and walked back into the hospital. She stalked back into the treatment room, kicking the door open and startling her patient with her wrath.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Nothing. Personal business,” she said sarcastically. She started to go back to work but then stopped suddenly and turned and started to walk away to the patients protest.

“Hey, nurse!” He shouted “What about my leg!?”

“Well you have two of them!” Nova said “Use the other one until you can get into someone else’s office.”

“But…”

Nova didn’t answer. She turned away and slammed the door on her way out.

“Must be her time of the month or something,” muttered the patient. “I’m gonna get her written up.”

Nova returned to her apartment still covered in plaster. She quickly undressed and stepped into the shower which did nothing to relieve her level of anxiety. She was angry with Derek and with Dr. Sane mainly because they hadn’t give her the right to make her own decision. Her thoughts immediately turned to Vaught, who was an enigma who spoke in riddles and proverbs.

“At least he sees me for who I am.”  Nova thought to herself  I envy Starsha…Starsha I wonder if we met she would like me…According to Vaught we’re the same age..The same age……..

There was a small window in the shower. Nova opened it as air came inside. She leaned up against the wall, with water running down her body. She looked outside as the water beat on her gently as she gazed out the window into the parking lot, while she rubbed her eyes gently.

“Okay. Queen Starsha mistook me for Astra. Vaught said he reminded me of his daughter…who conveniently is named Starsha…who is my age …Vaught as handsome as he is, but just short of Derek on looks, looks and acts old enough to have a daughter that age but Queen Starsha looked younger than I did  and if Astra was Starsha’s  younger sister, then…what? mused Nova as she washed her hair. She rinsed and then stuck her head by the window again, sighing as a hot breeze ran over her .Okay, so they’re not human;  they age differently… more slowly than us….Why come here after everything is over with? Unless there is something deeper? I need to know….

Nova quickly rinsed off the last of the shampoo and then dried herself off as she stepped out of the shower.

Sandor always felt that there was a third party involved when it came to the Cosmo DNA and the wave motion technology……All right… let’s assume that’s true….It would make sense with a military might like Gamilon what would they have a need for Wave motion for? And the technology of the Cosmo DNA was light years ahead of anything we saw on Iscandar or even Gamalon…and Sandor said that there were things that Vaught knew about the Wave motion engine that were the most classified…Maybe he designed that thing or knew the designer……Still doesn’t make sense…or does it?

Nova dressed in another nurse’s uniform as she decided to go back to the hospital and see if the patient she walked out on still needed help she locked her apartment door and began walking down the street as the breeze picked up slightly.

Supposed to be a storm coming….In more ways than one …..Vaught got the weather report on that geeky watch of his…. That Geeky watch…he’s always checking it always making sure he has it on always checking his wrist to see if it’s there……

Nova stopped in the street to see a Danube Class Destroyer pass over head, as she could see flashes of lightning in the distance.

A data link? To another ship maybe…I met him in Key West he had that strange plasma burn…all those small keys and islands are big enough to hide a ship and all of that took place when Derek was out in space and was attacked…Sandor said Vaught was an excellent pilot…the best he’d ever seen was he the one who attacked Derek out in space?

Nova shook her head. “Get a grip, Nova,” she said as she kicked one of her boots against the curb. “You’re getting paranoid.”

She walked down the street and stopped short of the bus stop where the bus was already waiting across the street there were the taxi cabs waiting for fares Nova looked between the two.

I can get on that bus; I can go back to the hospital and be the good obedient little girl I always have been. Or I can go grab a taxi to the airbase go to the abandoned hanger where the remains of Astra’s ship is and maybe find some answers, but I know that once I choose either path I can never go back.

She looked between the two and paused for a moment

What was it Vaught said? “The will of the force.”

She walked over to the taxi where an older man was leaning against the car.

“Could you take me to the Air Base?” she asked

“Sure thing, Miss.” The man replied in a friendly voice of course glancing at her legs.

She walked over and opened the back door and looked over at the bus stop as the bus began to pull away.

“Yes. Will of the Force,” Nova muttered to herself as she got in the air car and closed the door.


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