ALTERNATE TALES OF THE STAR FORCE

STAR BLAZERS---PASSICAGLIA AND FUGUE IN C MINOR

Being the eighth part of THE RIKASHA INCIDENT--- BY: Frederick P. Kopetz


ACT SIX--NIGHTMARES AND DREAMSCAPES


Preface: From the Writings of the Dark Lord, written on parchment....

They call me mad....

They call me a lunatic. For what? For wanting to improve the lot of humanity? For wishing to drag Man out of the Primordial Slime?

Man, as I saw him, when I began my project ages ago, was a being that came naked and wet out of Mother like an animal. He suckled like an animal, rutted and reproduced like one, and died in the dust after three score and seventy like an animal. He even decomposes like some kind of animal if you leave him to smell bad and rot long enough.

I wish to be man's benefactor, Man's Saviour. I give Man the sublimity of artificial cellular structure, neurons and ganglia that never grow senile, muscles that never grow flabby, eyes that never grow dim, and facial features that never age.

I give unto them Eternal Life. And they shall never perish.

All I demand as my Due is that they follow My Grand Scheme. All I demand is that all of us who join in this enterprise join in either forcing all to become one with me or wiping the Organic Slime who wish not to Evolve off the FACE of the Eternal Cosmos as a lost Project! Is that so Evil?? I would do good, not Evil. I would create, not Destroy.

But, oppose ye the force of Mine Will long enough, and ye shall see I can Destroy like none other.

Yea, in the Words of The Terrans, these buckets of slime with ganglia and intestines and tear ducts and sweat glands that ooze repulsive salty ill-smelling slime and orifices that must eliminate poisonous chemicals and slimy waste every few hours...Yea, I AM become Death, Destroyer of Worlds!

EKOGARU THE GREAT, BENEFACTOR OF MAN!!!!


I. DEVASTATION

The Vicinity of Planet Beemira

Monday, April 5, 2202

1032 Hours Spacetime


"Nova, why is it that we're heading down to Beemira again?"

"To gather green plants, IQ-9."

"We just left Iscandar a few days ago. Why do we need more plants?"

"You don't remember when Baron Cha'rif attacked us again two days ago?" asked Nova in the cockpit of the modified Jet Recon Boat she was flying. "The Number One and Number Two refrigeration units were hit. We had to throw out a lot of food, and we're running low again. If we can avoid the Beemirans, I think we can get the edible plants we need and get out of here."

"Why do we need to avoid the Beemirans?"

"You compute it," huffed Nova. "The last time we were here, I sort of got tied up. So did you! Remember?"

IQ-9's lights flashed for a bit while he computed. "Yes. It would be wise to avoid the Beemirans if at all possible. Regardless of who is in power, they are likely to be hostile. They couldn't wait to see us leave the planet."

"Good. If we can land here in the jungle..."

Nova found a spot near one of the swamps, and she came in for a landing a moment later.

She and IQ-9 worked quietly for a while gathering green plants after climbing into a small cave to check an odor they had detected. In the cave, they found some plants that would be useful. When the cargo compartment of the boat was filled up, Nova reported in to Homer. "Would you tell Captain Wildstar that we've gathered up our first load? We'll be back on the ship to unload, and then we'll return to the planet later for a second load."

"Roger," said Homer.

Nova and IQ-9 flew back. They returned later that day, landing on another part of the planet to gather more edible plants. On the second trip, however, they found a somewhat disturbing discovery; the still form of a Beemiran underneath some large leaves. It so happened that IQ-9 found it. "Nova," he called.

"What?"

"Come here and look at this."

Nova and IQ-9 looked at the dead body lying on its stomach holding a sword. "I don't pick up any life signs," said IQ-9.

Nova turned over the body with a booted foot. "It looks like he's been dead for a few days. Do you think he died of that energy hit in his chest?"

IQ scanned the body. "I think so. It goes most of the way through him."

Derek called the party on Nova's headset. "Nova, IQ-9, come in. Are you two okay down there?"

"Yes we are, Derek. We were about to head back with the second load, but we just found a dead Beemiran. IQ-9 thinks he was killed with a beam weapon."

"Could he have been a casualty from the first time we were there?"

"No, it's too recent a death," said IQ-9. "His exoskeleton isn't faded due to weathering, and most of his internals are still intact. I estimate he's been dead about two or three days at the most."

"There may be hostiles on the planet, Nova. How far are you from the hive?"

"About a hundred klicks."

"Get back here with your second load. You're getting an escort for the third run, and I'd like you and your party to land within sight of the hive to see if the Beemirans are all right."

"Roger," said Nova. "We've gathered about fifty kilograms' worth of stuff this time, and we'll be back soon."

"Good. Be careful."


Nova and IQ-9 arrived safely back on the Argo with their second load. About an hour later, they left again, with Nova now piloting a medical shuttle. They needed the extra room. She was now accompanied by two young officers from the Living Group. They were Ensign Donald Hammersmith, who was a botanist, and an Ensign Clarisse Lange, who was an entomologist. Four enlisted men and women from Living Group also accompanied them. Some Marines also accompanied them down in a second landing shuttle that flew alongside the Nova's medical boat. IQ-9, of course, began bothering Lange when they landed. He only stopped when the dark-haired young woman grabbed a tree branch and threatened to smack him with it.

"Ma'am, how do you put up with this thing?" demanded Lange as she glared in Nova's direction. Nova was bending down on one knee, looking at some plants.

"Fight him, Clarisse. He used to be fixated on me, once."

"I still am," said IQ. "Especially on that behind."

"Can it, tinwit!" snapped Nova. Then, she thought. Oh, Lord God, what did I do that you've cursed me with this robot and his libido?

"Ma'am, look at this tree over here," said Hammersmith. "It took a laser hit."

Nova ran over to the tree. She looked at the burn mark and whistled to Lieutenant Hemsford.

"Look at this. It looks recent," she said.

"Looks like at least a .50 caliber," said Hemsford. "It seems that there's some people around here packing some nasty shit."

Then, they heard a loud scream. A moment later, laser fire whizzed in towards the party.

"Hit the deck!" yelled Hemsford. Nova ducked down beside him behind a tree trunk. The ground was swampy, so some water kicked up when they took shelter. Luckily, their boots and uniforms kept the muddy water out.

The enemy fire blasted in again. Hemsford returned fire with his rifle, with Nova backing him up with her Astro-Automatic.

The enemy was visible a moment later. The group was a good-sized pack of humanoids in camouflage green battle armor.

An enemy trooper then said, in a flat, electronic-sounding voice, "In the name of the Lord Ekogaru, give up, you scum!"

"Technomugar?" whispered Hemsford.

Nova nodded once. The electronic voice came again. "We know where you are. We have you surrounded."

A moment later, some of the electronic voices yelled. There came loud howls, and the sound of hand-to-hand fighting.

Then, right in front of them, from out of the tropical growth, came a pair of beings locked in mortal combat. A Technomugar trooper who had been disarmed was attempting to kill a Beemiran with only his armored hands. The Beemiran was badly wounded, but he still had enough strength to stab at the trooper with his short sword.

Then, the Technomugar troop grabbed the sword, and decapitated the Beemiran with it. The Beemiran's corpse then collapsed into the water like a rag.

"My God," whispered Nova.

Hemsford said to Nova, "Stay under cover here, ma'am," and then he jumped out into the fray. He pulled his K-Bar combat knife and soon had it against the Technomugar trooper's relatively unarmored neck.

"Let 'im go!" said Hemsford. The trooper refused, so Hemsford stabbed the enemy trooper in the neck. A pinkish fluid that resembled blood poured out over Hemsford's hands and over the enemy's uniform.

"Damn you, you organic piece of garbage," said the Technomugar trooper, who fell down a moment later. He was dying, but even in his death throes, he tried to strangle Hemsford. The Marine officer gasped, but he managed to extricate the enemy trooper's hands from his neck right before the armored soldier twitched and died.

Another Technomugar soldier spotted Nova. He ran up firing and howling. Nova dodged the bolts and returned fire, but her fire just skipped off the trooper's armored breastplate. The enemy trooper kicked her in the wrist, knocking her weapon out of her hand into the swamp. Nova backpedaled away from the trooper, who was laughing. "Good. Now, it's time for you to die, you organic scum. Too bad you'll never see Earth again, you half-witted woman!"

Nova found a fallen Beemiran and took a sword from out of his hand. With a high-pitched kiai, she swung and knocked the rifle out of the Technomugar trooper's hands. Then, the battle turned into hand-to-hand combat, with the trooper punching and kicking at Nova as she fended him off with the sword. Her helmet came off, and splashed into the water. Then, Nova fell as she avoided a blow from the trooper. Luckily, she was able to get up a moment later, fending off the trooper's blows with the flat of the sword.

Finally, he grabbed at her neck, hoping to grab her and just snap her neck like a twig. Nova responded by swinging at the trooper's neck with all she had. A moment later, the Technomugar trooper's head came off. Nova then leaned against a tree with one hand, holding her sword with the other as she caught her breath.

"Are you all right?" said IQ-9.

Nova nodded. "My party's still fighting. Let me go and help them, IQ."

Nearby, Clarisse killed another trooper with her astro-automatic, followed by Hammersmith.

"No. You look shaky. Rest there. Let me try to find your helmet."

Not far away, one Marine died, but the enemy trooper was killed by his squad mate.

Finally the jungle was again quiet, save for the cries of strange birds. The battle was over; with the squad of eight Technomugar troopers all dead.

Hammersmith ran up to Nova as she stood there panting. "Ma'am, are you all right?"

"I'm fine," she said through heavy breaths. "That guy almost finished me."

IQ-9 came up with Nova's helmet and then noticed that she still had her sword. "Nova, I'd better not tease you when you have a sword in your hand."

"Yeah, right," she said. She put her helmet back on, and swore softly as she found that the helmet's transceiver had gone dead. "Hemsford, can I have your radio?" she said. "I think we'd better call Derek for backup. There might be more of them around."

"Certainly, ma'am. Good job on that guy, by the way."

"Thanks," said Nova as she took Hemsford's walkie-talkie. A moment later, she was calling the Argo for backup.


A while later, the other Marine landing craft arrived, carrying Captain Wildstar, Sandor, and more Space Marines. By then, Nova was busy taking care of a wounded Marine on a dry spot when Derek showed up.

"How's it going?"

"We took care of the squad we were facing, but IQ-9's detected more of them around, Derek. Did you see what happened to the Beemirans' hive?"

"Yeah. We flew over it, and it was burning. It doesn't look good. We saw lots of dead Beemirans all over the ground."

"Poor people," said Nova with a shake of her head. "It's worse than what the Gamilons did to them. But why? What sense does mass genocide make?"

A moment later, more laser fire raked the area. Derek shoved Nova under cover with a yelp, but a moment later, they had their weapons out and were returning fire.

From what they could see, it was more Technomugar soldiers. Some were on foot, while others had armored vehicles of some kind. The vehicles stopped, and the troopers began to pour out like rats.

A moment later, a flight of Cosmo Tigers roared overhead. One of the armored vehicles began to shoot at the Tigers, but the flight leader roared back for a bombing run. The three CT II's from the Black Tigers took care of the armored vehicles a moment later with six missiles, two from each plane.

The planes roared overhead again, and Captain Wildstar heard a familiar Liverpudlian voice in his headphones. "Hey, Bryan Hartcliffe here, sir. Feels good to be back outta the brig. Good job, that?"

"Yes, nice job, Ensign. Thank you, Mister. Now take your flight up off the deck a little and search for more of them. We're heading towards the hive and we don't need to meet any more resistance like that."

"M' pleasure, sir," said Hartcliffe. The Tigers waggled their wings in Wildstar's direction and then roared off.

"Hardy must have sent him," said Nova. "I think his squadron's on Combat Air Patrol right now."

"You're right," said Derek. "Another one of Hardy's flights escorted my landing boat in. Okay...let's start making our way towards that hive..."

In the meantime, the Argo herself was under attack; two Technomugar space battleships and a number of smaller vessels were shooting at the ship.

Under Venture's command, Dash and Rosstowski were firing the main guns at the enemy battleships. The enemy returned fire, damaging the Argo slightly, but the next barrage from the Earth ship finished the enemy space battleships off. The remainder of Hardy's squadron and Conroy's squadron were then called back to the area around the ship to attack the smaller vessels. The invasion of Beemira was broken when two troop carrier ships were blown to bits by the Black Tigers.

Finally, mission accomplished, Conroy's squadron returned to the ship while Hardy remained on patrol to deal with any stragglers.


The giant beehive and surrounding outbuildings were all on fire. The area was littered with dead Technomugar troops and dead Beemirans. The Beemirans had obviously gone down fighting; some of them still clasped swords in their dead hands, while others held the crossbow-like weapons characteristic to their race. Nova remembered that those weapons had been crude but deadly; she had seen Beemirans slain with that weapon, and had remembered when the Beemirans had held her prisoner with such a weapon against her head.

"IQ-9, are there any life signs around, other than ours?" asked Nova as she and Derek looked at the carnage. Both of them looked a bit ill.

"I'm picking up something, now," said IQ. "Over there."

The robot pointed, and Nova, Derek, and Hemsford ran over to find a Beemiran woman in a torn-up red dress lying on the ground.

"Their Queen," said Nova.

"Is she the same one who enslaved them to the Gamilons?" asked Derek.

Nova nodded. "Uh...Queen Melina," asked Nova. "Can you hear us?"

"Gamilons," she whispered. "Desslok finally sent you back. Too late."

"No," said Captain Wildstar. "We're not Gamilons. We're from a planet called Earth. I'm Captain Derek Wildstar of the Argo. The young woman is my wife, Nova Wildstar, who is our survey officer and also our ship's head nurse."

"Yes, the old man held you prisoner," said Melina. "I'm remembering the revolt now. Seems this battle accomplished...what he meant to do."

"What happened?" asked Derek.

"They came from above...everywhere; the planet was overrun by these people. The Technomugar. They demanded we surrender. I refused. Now, I can tell I'm the last one left alive of my race. I had a link to the rest of my people; but no one is now left alive. A new race could spring from me...but I don't think it can...not if I die."

"Hold on," said Nova as Melina grimaced. "We'll take you to our ship for treatment."

"Won't help...I'm dying," said Melina. "Goodbye, from...the last of my kind. Please destroy the hive...mostly destroyed already..."

And, at that, Queen Melina died.

"No Beemiran life signs are left," said IQ-9. "Now, they're all dead."

"The last of her race," said Derek as he took off his helmet and saluted. Beside him, Nova did the same. No one said anything about the tears that ran down her face as she did so. Somehow, tears seemed appropriate at this moment.


A while later, they were all on their way back to the Argo. A dead Technomugar had been picked up; the body would be autopsied aboard the ship later. Scans, luckily, verified that there were no more Technomugar left alive on the planet. As the troop carrier flew back to the ship, Nova leaned against Derek's pilot seat in the cockpit.

"I wish I knew why they did that, Derek. What did they want with this planet?"

"I don't know. They mentioned Ekogaru, didn't they?"

"Yes. They acted as if he's still alive. I hope he isn't...but, if he is..."

Captain Wildstar sighed. "If he is alive, it seems as if this would be one of his works. Did you gather enough plants?"

"Yes I did. At least the food problem's solved." Nova looked at her helmet. "This thing needs a new transceiver."

"I'll fix it for you later on," said Sandor from the co-pilot's seat. "When are you and Dr. Sane going to be examining that dead enemy trooper?"

"Probably as soon as we get back.

"That won't be long," said Captain Wildstar. Before loomed the bulk of the Argo. Derek spoke into his microphone. "Lower bay; do we have landing clearance?"

"That's an affirmative," said a radar controller's voice.

At that, the troop shuttle landed.


II. AUTOPSY

Sickbay

Space Battleship Argo

Monday, April 5, 2202

1412 Hours Spacetime


 

The Argo was now a thousand lightyears away from Beemira, having made a space warp just a while ago. But now, quite a few members of the Star Force, off duty, were standing around Sickbay's observation windows, watching intently as Doctor Sane, Nova, and IQ-9 prepared to work on a tall bluish-purple form partly covered by a sheet.

An oxygen mask dangled near the form, but it was not connected since the being lying there would never need oxygen again. The dead Technomugar trooper, stripped of his armor and underclothing, looked a bit like a very tall and massive Gamilon to casual observers; he had dark hair, strong features, and was quite well-muscled.

"Nova, pull back the sheet so we can begin," said Doctor Sane.

"Yes, Doctor," she replied. Nova carefully removed the sheet from the alien body; at the chest, the pattern of three wounds that had killed the creature now happened to be visible. Nova worked carefully, occassionally jotting down observations on a computer padd. She had more to write down when she had removed the sheet all the way, leaving the Technomugar trooper naked on the table.

A few rivulets of sweat ran down Nova's bare legs under the hot operating-room lights as she stood near the instrument tray, ready to hand Dr. Sane a retractor at his call. Since this was an autopsy, neither of them needed to wear masks over their mouth or shoe covers over their sandals; there was no risk whatsoever of infecting their "patient". However, they still wore the usual caps; getting hair into the field of dissection was still not a good idea, and, of course, they wore gloves. There was no further need for any other protective gear because IQ-9's initial analysis of the corpse didn't bring up any caustic or acidic substances inside the purplish-blue alien body.

"How's the cut going?" asked Nova.

"Mmmhh," said Sane, tapping his geta-clad foot against the laser knife operating pedal to make the laser "blade" hotter. "He's got a thick hide."

"Smells like burning plastic," said Nova as she wrinkled her nose. "Same with these tendons in here under the pectoral muscles. Are they plastic, too?"

"My analysis says they're carbon-fiber," said IQ-9 as he came up.

"How did this creature get made?' asked Nova. "Don't you think we should have had Sandor in here? How much of this being is mechanical?"

"I'm not sure, but we'll find out."


Vorston, the Rikashan prisoner who had been a long-time "guest" of the Star Force sat meditating in his cell when he suddenly stiffened. A wave of cold ran over his bare chest, and he mumbled, in Rikashan, "What is it you desire? Who are you?"

A deep, cold voice in his mind replied. "I am Ekogaru, your God of War. You are sworn to serve me, Vorston. One of your brothers is being disgracefully cut up in the autopsy room. Rise, and help him kill the human animals who are profaning his form. There are two, a man and a woman. I want both of their necks broken."

I can't do that, thought Vorston. This can't really be Lord Ekogaru. Isn't he honorable? Isn't he merciful?

"Rise up," said the cold voice again. "RISE!"

After a long struggle, Vorston made his decision. "Lordship, I hear and obey Thee," he said.

A moment later, a Space Marine tapped at the hatch. "Hey, Rikashan!" he yelled. "This is your breakfast! Sorry I'm a little late, wanted it to get nice and cold, buddy!"

The hatch opened, and Vorston sprung out like a wildcat. In a moment, the Marine's neck was broken and the Rikashan had his Astro-Automatic. He pointed it at the other three guards and said, "Let me out of here! NOW!"

One guard thumbed a control at a console, and Vorston shot him through the midsection. Vorston snarled, "Want you to die, all you scum? NO! Get away from those, let me out!"

The marines moved, and, a moment later, Vorston used all of his strength to punch through a heavy steel hatch like paper. "I could have gotten out of here all along. Now there is something I must do. Apologize do I, but you will see why I must do what I must do. Fare thee well, Terranische!"

Vorston ran off as one Marine fired at him. Another one picked up a phone and called the First Bridge.


Aliscea sat up bolt upright from her meditations as soon as she had felt Ekogaru's astral presence. Goose pimples covered her body; she had been floating in the air in her sleepshirt in a lotus position when she had felt the presence.

"It's Sickbay," she murmured. She let herself drift to the deck, stretched out her legs, and ran out of the VIP quarters as fast as her legs would take her. Of course, she knew where Sickbay was. And, of course, she knew what was about to happen...


"It's cold in here all of a sudden," said Sane. "Nova, do you feel it?"

"I sure do," she replied. She felt frozen in only her Medical dress and underclothes. She looked at one of her bare legs; it was covered in goose pimples all the way down to her feet; and she felt as if her sandals had suddenly turned into blocks of ice strapped to her feet. "IQ, did you hit the temperature switch? It was warm in this compartment a minute ago!"

"No, Nova, I didn't touch anything."

"Thanks. Doctor Sane, what's going on?"

Doctor Sane spoke, surprised to see vapor coming out of his mouth just as it had from Nova's mouth when she spoke. "I don't know. Let's get this autopsy finished; then we can have some hot green tea, and..."

"Doctor, look!" cried Nova.

They were about to cut open the Technomugar's scalp to lay open his skull when the eyes suddenly opened. They glowed red with malice.

"Scum," hissed the Technomugar as he lifted his head. "You have disemboweled me, you stinking torturers! Get away from me!"

"We didn't know," said a horrified Sane. "We thought you were...dead," he said as he made a hand signal to Nova. She knew it meant "get the Morpheus-X". Morpheus-X, one of Earth's strongest anesthetic drugs, was kept in emergency syringes for such a purpose, in case regular anesthesia failed while a patient was on the table. Nova had never thought she'd need to use it during an autopsy, but she guessed there was a first time for everything.

Above, in the observation area, Dash and the others saw what was happened. "Damnit, we have to get in there to help them," he said. "Guys, follow me," yelled Dash as he drew his Astro-Automatic.

Both Hartcliffes, Raiden, Hemsford, and Homer all drew their weapons, determined as one to rescue Doctor Sane and Nova from this maniac.

Nova got the syringe while the Technomugar got up. Doctor Sane didn't see how he could stand up, let alone walk. Half of his internal organs had been removed, and others hung gruesomely out of his opened body cavity.

"Now, you listen," said Sane. "Get yourself back on that table and we'll see if we can help you! I didn't know you were still alive."

"You do now, you scumbag," said the Technomugar with a smile.

"Wait a minute, there's a lady present," cried Sane. "Watch that language!"

"Make me, you brainless pond scum," said the enemy trooper. He jumped for Doctor Sane, but Sane wheeled back. Taking off one of his shoes, he cried out and slammed the Technomugar in the head as hard as he could.

"Nova, get out of here!" cried Sane. "This is no place for you!"

"I can't leave you alone," Nova retorted.

"Prepare to die, scum," said the Technomugar as he grabbed Sane, who fought back fiercely with his geta clog. The old man slammed the clog against the Technomugar's head, but nothing happened.

"You're dead, old man," mocked the enemy trooper. "After you die, I'll take out the blonde babydoll of your assistant." With a snarl, the guard tossed Doctor Sane away like a rag doll. Sane hit a console and his head began to bleed under his paper medical cap. He looked dazed and then fell unconscious to the deck.

Nova gasped slightly. She was armed with only her hypodermic, and the monster was coming for her.

"Ready to die and go to hell, you accursed female thing?" growled the enemy trooper. "YOU are beyond your station! You know your gender is good for only one thing!"

"No, I'm...not," responded Nova in a shaky but authoritative voice.

Klaxons began to go off, and there was some announcement in Derek's voice that the Rikashan prisoner Vorston had escaped. Nova paid it little mind as she watched IQ-9 putting himself between her and the living-dead Technomugar. "Nova, I'll protect you," he cried. "Run!"

Nova backed up, grabbing a scalpel with one hand while she reached up and back with a foot numb with cold. She kicked the hatch lock, and listened as the hatch slid open.

She prepared to back out of the hatch when the Technomugar howled with rage and threw IQ-9 out of the operating room. The robot flew out of the hatch, hit the deck in the corridor, and collapsed into three pieces.

The enraged Technomugar then kicked savagely at Nova. But, Nova lashed out like a mongoose fighting a snake with her left hand and sunk the hypodermic needle into the Technomugar's ankle. She slammed home the plunger and stepped back.

"You attack me with such puny weapons, moron?" snarled the Technomugar. "I will have you know that Ekogaru lives and he wants you DEAD!"

He came at Nova, who found herself trapped against the round wall of the passage outside a moment later. She held the scalpel, preparing to defend herself when the Technomugar flew in like a blur from her left and knocked her to the deck. She cried out as his foot kicked her in the left thigh like a football, cutting her with her own syringe as it flew out and scraped her thigh. The impact threw her down the corridor like a doll and would leave a nasty bruise on her leg when she hit.

As she flew through the air, the Technomugar ran towards his enemy to finish her off...only to be greeted with a heavy punch in the mouth from an unexpected source, namely, Vorston of Rikasha. Nova's mouth fell open as she noticed the Rikashan jumping into the fray, trying to defend her. A second later, when Nova landed, she saw and heard no more after her head slammed into the deck with a sickening crunch. Blood began to flow out one ear beneath her hair. Nova didn't know it, but she was now mortally wounded. Without assistance, she would die in about one hour...or become a vegetable.

In the meantime, the fight between Vorston and the Technomugar continued. "Why do you fight me? We are allies!" yelled the Technomugar in what sounded like archaic Rikashan.

"Allies? Never. Not you. Some demon pretending to be Ekogaru spoke to me. We cannot harm these people. They are decent. They have treated me well. I will defend them against monsters like you, you sickness."

"Ekogaru damn you, you stinking Rikashan heretic!" howled the Technomugar as they grappled. He moved a little more slowly now; Nova's anesthetic was beginning to take effect despite the cyborg's mechanical defenses. The cyborg also knew that his psionic link to the Dark Lord and the Grand Fortress had been cut. The accursed doctor and nurse had taken out his D'ansheivalen link circuits while he had been in the stasis his wounded body had thrown him into while it healed or received new parts. The Technomugar felt that it was his duty to find his torturers and rip out their beating hearts even if he was cut off from the gestalt that was the Technomugar race. He would mutilate them even as he had been mutilated.

While Vorston (who was grievously wounded when the Technomugar ripped one of his eyes out) and the Technomugar grappled like grotesque Titans in their blood, Aliscea of Pellias ran down the corridor, and nearly stumbled over Nova.

She knelt and cradled the limp form for a moment. My God, her skull's fractured, thought Aliscea as she tenderly felt and probed Nova's body. Her brain's beginning to swell, leg's bruised and cut, she'll never wake up from this unassisted. Well, I'm not letting the Reaper have you yet, dear. You've been like a sister to me, and you have much to do yet. We need you alive and working, hon.

Aliscea began to glow a soft yellow as she reached out with her power, healing Nova's swelling brain, and also repairing the damage to her skull and meningial membranes. Then, she fixed the two broken ribs and even the wounds on her thigh.

A moment later, as Nova lay in Aliscea's arms, her eyelids fluttered open and she mumbled, "Momma, do I still have the chicken pox? Where's those Toll House cookies?"

"Nova, dear, I'm not your mom..."

"Aliscea!" she cried. "That battle. Got to get in there and help Doctor Sane! Head feels so...foggy...though...I..."

"Do not try to get up yet," ordered Aliscea in a stern voice. "What I did to save you will take a few minutes to fully take hold. Sit there with your head between your knees and rest. Your husband will be here for you in two minutes. You're a very brave young lady, taking on one of those with only that little knife. Stay there, I shall handle this!"

Aliscea kissed Nova and ran off.

In the meantime, Vorston and the Technomugar fought. They tore at each other with tremendous strength like gruesome prehistoric reptiles. Vorston was in great pain from his wounds, and he was bleeding like a river, but the stoicism bred into him by the fierce cruelty of Rikashan military training made him almost unstoppable. Even in his last moments, he continued to fight the cyborg warrior who was about a thousand years old now and had once been of his race, taken long ago in a raid.

Aliscea noticed the fighters and howled with rage as she leaped on the Technomugar's back. In a moment, like a Harpy from hell, she tore out one of the Technomugar's eyes and threw it across the deck. Then, she pushed Vorston out of the cyborg's foul embrace with a bare foot. She focused her power, began to gleam again, and then she began to tear off the Technomugar trooper's head, unmindful of her exposure as her sleepshirt hitched up, revealing her otherwise naked bottom.

Gore smeared against Aliscea's bare legs as she tore at the head. "Scum! Scum! Scum!" yelled the Technomugar. "When I get my hands on you, you father-lover, so help me, I will..."

"You'll what?" snapped Aliscea.

She finally broke off the head, and, howling words in ancient Pellian, she caused fire to run down her arms and explode on the face of the still-living cyborg head. The Technomugar's mouth opened in a silent scream as Aliscea incinerated the head right in her hands. In her rage, she also didn't care about the pain she felt in her hands from the creature's metal skull.

Aliscea herself enjoyed immunity to fire, but hot metal could still burn her. Indeed, she focused her power so intensely that her holy, terrible fire literally began to soften the metal of the cyborg trooper's skull as she roasted the living human brain that lay inside the unholy metal carapace.

Aliscea screamed as the sprinkler system went off, dousing her flame and giving her an unexpected cold shower that caused her long hair to cling to her now-exposed body like a natural nightgown. She was still screaming when Dash and the others found her in the corridor, accompanied by Wildstar, Sandor, and Rosstowski.

"What happened?" said Captain Wildstar.

"Are you okay, Aliscea?" asked Paul Rosstowski.

The Pellian nodded. "I'm fine, if a little underdressed right now. Nova and your doctor tried to autopsy this without reckoning on his stasis circuits." Aliscea cast the charred Technomugar head to the deck. Paul saw the burns on her hands and pushed aside Wildstar to get at his wife.

"God, what happened to your hands?" he said. "And you're naked! You can't let everyone see you like this!"

"The burns will heal, Paul, I'm working on those now. As for my clothes, they've just seen me naked, so what's the concern? Losing your clothes in a good fight is no sin if you live. I ended up like this because I threw on a sleepshirt when I felt HIM but then burned it off fighting that trooper."

"HIM?" asked Paul as he took off his shirt.

"I am referring to Ekogaru, Paul. Why are you doing that?" asked Aliscea.

"I'm gonna cover you up, damnit. And, again, who's "HIM?""

"Ekogaru, I said," snapped Aliscea as Paul dressed her in his Star Force shirt. She let him do it out of chivalry, because she knew it was a loving gesture on his part. "He lives and was trying to give that thing aid and comfort, what do you think? But Sane and Nova cut his psi-link, but the Dark Lord didn't know that! He was also trying to corrupt the Rikashan who broke prison to fight for us. I wish I could help him, but I cannot...not at this time. It is because I used and drained my inner power to heal Nova and kill that creature. As for the rest of you, when you fight those, the only way to kill them is to hit them in the head, cut off the artificial blood supply to their head, or decapitate them! Their bodies can go into stasis and recover, but if you get their brains, they become as dead as rocks in seconds."

"Aliscea, are you all right?" asked a soft voice as Derek suddenly noticed Nova coming up the corridor. She, too, was soaking wet, and she had her arms over her bosom since her clothes were plastered to her body like a wet T-shirt and could be seen through, leaving Nova's body quite visible.

"Listen, you!" snapped Aliscea. "Sit that tush down on the deck and be quiet! You're still healing, Nova! You'll be as right as rain in ten minutes and able to go do gymnastics or run up on the First Bridge and lead cheers with pom-poms or whatever sort of tribal rituals you Terrans do! For now, assistant shaman, sit down and cool it!"

"Assistant shaman?" asked Nova, puzzled. A minute later, Derek was cuddling her in his arms.

"The lady told you to be quiet," said Derek in a husky voice. "I see blood on your ear. What the hell happened to you?"

"She was too damn brave, as usual," said Dr. Sane as he staggered out of Sickbay.

"Well, what about you?" snapped Nova. "Trying to fight him off with your shoe, Doctor, really!"

"Fighting is no job for a lady," snapped Sane. "There you were with that needle. And now you look like a refugee from a wet T-shirt contest on Spring Break or something! I can see you through that! Don't you have any shame, Nova?"

"I can't help it! The sprinkler system went off," said Nova while Sane (wearing only one shoe) ran in and got a lab coat.

"Wrap her in this, Wildstar. She'll catch her death from cold! Why is this place so cold?"

Derek did so while Nova whispered quickly in his ear, letting him know about how Aliscea had saved her and how Vorston had also tried to come to her aid before her head slammed into the deck. Derek nodded as Aliscea came up. "Aliscea, why is it so cold?" he asked.

"The influence of Ekogaru," said Aliscea. "He lives, in case you haven't noticed, and his malice powered this scene."

Then, Sane heard a moan. He and Nova ran together to Vorston's side.

"Looks like I am going now to your Valhalla," said Vorston.

"Don't talk," said Sane. "It'll make it hurt worse."

Derek knelt in the blood beside Vorston as the dying Rikashan grabbed his hands. The Rikashan's gore-soaked hands were trembling. "Decent you have been to me, Wildstar. I am sorry; my command of your language is quite poor. You and your men and women. I have a wife and child on Rikasha. Let them know how I died."

"You were defending us," said Derek. "You should have let us know you wanted to join our cause. I would have let you out of that brig and let you join us as a fellow soldier, not a prisoner."

"I have joined you," said Vorston as he saw how Nova was holding his hand as tears ran down her cheeks into her wet hair. "Your wife's tears and my blood have sealed my acceptance into your people. I pray I go to your Valhalla. I don't wish to go to Ekogaru's. Not now. My god of war has become more evil. Tell me about your gods."

"We worship many Gods, all of us," said Nova. "But mine, well, He...He's merciful."

"Let Him know I'm coming. Would you? Now, I go. Fare...."

And, at that, Vorston breathed his last. He went limp with his eyes open, finally liberated from the pain of this life.

Nova's sobs filled the air a moment later as she held the bloody corpse and cried into his hair. She wasn't the only one wetting the body with her tears; Derek managed a shaky Star Force salute as his tears also wet the Rikashan's face as he lay sprawled like a child in the couple's laps.

Captain Wildstar tenderly closed Vorston's eyes and then laid his head back. "Rest well," he whispered over Nova's sobs. "You died as a member of the Star Force, and you'll be buried in space as one of us. Farewell, Vorston of Rikasha."


III. THE PIONEER

The Milky Way Galaxy

Deep Space, Not Far From Procyon

Monday, April 5, 2202

1648 Hours Spacetime


Mio Hoshiyama stood over an instrument panel on the Earth exploration vessel Pioneer, looking at some instruments at her bridge station.

"What are you finding, Lieutenant?" asked Commander Harold Moline, the ship's Deputy Captain.

"Life signs," said Hoshiyama. "Good thing we're stopped. There's a welter of life signs around Procyon."

"And they picked up signals, too," said Moline. "That's why the flagship went in with some cruisers to investigate."

"Think he did the right thing?"

"Yeah, I'm sure he did, Mio. We're still covered. We have our screen...a good number of cruisers, and those gunboats."

"I don't know," mused Mio. "It doesn't feel right. My boyfriend told me once that his commanding officer said that you have to listen to any feeling you might get out here in deep space. He said a mistake can kill you very quickly."

"Who's your boyfriend again?"

"Jefferson Hardy, on the Argo," said Hoshiyama with a smile. "I just sent him an e-mail some time ago. Hope he sends me back an answer soon."


On the Argo, Todd and Becky Voorhees were at attention together in the Captain's quarters quite a while after the gruesome fight that had made its way through the Scuttlebutt Express already. They were a bit relieved that things didn't seem as bad as they had thought; Nova was clad in her regular gold and black uniform again, and was dry, presentable, and doing some quiet paperwork at her desk behind Captain Wildstar as Derek appraised the Voorhees couple.

"So, why did both of your request mast?" he asked. "Is anything wrong?"

"Well, yes and no," said Todd. "Uhhm...would you like to tell him, Becky?"

Becky sighed. "Guess I will. Captain, sir, if it's within your power, we need a transfer off the Argo when we finally arrive home, hopefully in a month or so."

"Why's that?" said Derek.

"Sir...uhh...well..." stammered Becky. "Through no fault of my own, since...uh...I have been protected as per regulations for this couples experiment...uhhmm...I just found out that I'm pregnant."

Derek's mouth fell open. "Oh? I mean...well...I guess I can't blame you for that. You said you were obeying regs on the topic...uh...Nova...?"

"Yes?"

"Can that happen...I mean...if you're...uhh..."

"Occassionally," said Nova with a blush. "The meds are supposed to be about 99.5% effective. Now and then, though, you have a case where...a dose doesn't work. Then, you find yourself in your predicament, if you can call it that. Well, the regs are clear on that. The mother-to-be has to take shore duty by her seventh month, unless she can't do so otherwise."

"So, our request?" asked Todd.

"I think I can grant it," said Captain Wildstar. "Of course, you guys can't go home right now, nor can you go aboard a ship heading out even further, like the Bolivia, which we're supposed to be meeting in three days. But, I can ask the Commander if a replacement can come from the task force; at least he can fit in a bit until you two pipe off the ship when we get home. Let me speak to the Commander and I'll let you know."

"Yessir," they said together. Todd and Becky left. Nova was smiling a little after they left.

"That must be a nice predicament to be in, Derek." she said softly.

"What?"

"Expecting."

"You've been talking about this quite a bit lately, Nova. Can I ask why?"

"No reason," she said with a little smile. "When we have peace, though..."

"Yeah, know what you mean," replied Derek with a sigh. "I know what you mean."

And, on that note, they just held hands and looked out at the stars for a while together.

It was a relief to simply do that after they morning they had both experienced....


In the meantime, Captain Jorge Peronada of the Bolivia was approaching Procyon VI, the world where, he had been told, the Comet Empire had recently had a base.

"I've got life signs, sir," said Lieutenant Hiroshi Yamaguchi, his Living Group Leader and Survey and Analysis officer.

"Yes, Mister Yamaguchi?"

"They're Cometine, sir. That base is still manned! And I'm picking up radar contacts, sir. Eight ships at QV-234, range,. Eight megameters, speed, twenty-two megameters. Switching to video panel."

"Cometine cruisers," said Lieutenant Commander Tyrone Westlake, his Combat Group Leader and Deputy Captain. "The Gamilons were wrong; the base is still manned!"

"Open our guns," said Captain Peronada. "Target, the Cometine squadron."

"Aye, aye, sir," said Westlake. "Petersen! Open turrets one and two!"

"Yessir," said Lieutenant Julie Petersen, his Artillery officer. She pushed her dark mid-back length hair out of her eyes and said, "Open turrets one and two. Range, seven point ninety-two, speed, twenty-two. Angle of fire, forty degrees!"

The Bolivia's guns locked on the Cometine squadron, followed by the guns of her escorts.

A moment later, the Cometines fired, hitting one of the task force's gunboats.

The Bolivia, her escort cruiser, and four gunboats responded with their own barrage, which struck three of the Cometine ships and blew them apart just as the enemy task force fired a second time. Their second barrage blew up one Earth gunboat, and lightly damaged the Bolivia and her escorting patrol cruiser.

"Sir," said Lieutenant Walsh, the Bolivia's communications officer. "The Valkyrie's calling in."

"What's the message?"

"Captain Carroway's reporting the approach of a Technomugar fleet; and she says they've destroyed the patrol cruiser Lehigh and have also opened fire on the Pioneer."

"Tell her to hold the line here until we can get there; we're a little busy at the moment."


"Hold the line, huh?" said Carroway. "Just the Vampyr and us and the two survey ships, and we've got to hold the line, huh, Eager?"

"So what do we do?"

"You're Star Force, Eager. What would Avatar and Wildstar do?"

"Kick some butt?"

"Right, good boy," said Carroway as she patted his head. "Let's get to it."

"Okay, y'all, we're gonna kick some butt!" yelled Eager.

"Full speed, Mister Eager."

"Right!"

The Valkyrie and Vampyr roared towards the Technomugar fleet with guns blazing in a move that shocked the fleet's commander. "What the hell?" she muttered. Then, Yvona Josiah slammed her fist hard against the command chair of her ship. "You're an accursed kamikaze, you"

"Get them, Tolgarth!" she yelled to her executive officer.

"Lady Josiah, I can't! They're under our guns!"

Yvona got up and grabbed Tolgarth by his shirt. The Technomugar officer's white uniform contrasted sharply with the EDF peacoat that Yvona was wearing...a peacoat stolen from her late husband. "You failed us at Beemira by running before the Argo showed up and leaving the garrison behind! I wanted my revenge upon the Star Force, and you ruined it! Likewise, it looks as if you will fail here! Get them!"

"Let's board one of the scientific vessels, Lady. The one they call the Pioneer."

As Yvona's flagship, the Sabga, took hit after hit from the Valkyrie and the Vampyr, Yvona nodded. "Ready the party. I could use some hostages. Then, open up a signal to their flagship. In the meantime, dispatch the second task group to Procyon VI. Have them destroy the Earth Fleet and then burn the Cometine base clean of all life."

"Yes ma'am!"


"Captain!" said Walsh on the Bolivia. "The Captain of the Yangtze is relaying a message from the Cometine Base Commander to us."

"Good pickup on our patrol cruiser's part," said Peronada. "Have him relay the message to us."

"Yessir."

A moment later, a green Cometine face appeared on the screen. "So. You are Earthlings. You're biting off a bit more than you can chew, you know. I am General Devat. I was one of Zordar's finest, and I am sworn to aid Gernitz when he returns to finish enslaving your foolish, stinking world. What is your name, Earthling?"

"General Devat, I am Captain Jorge Peronada of the Earth Federation Space Battleship Bolivia. We are here because your presence is a threat to Earth's survival. I will be forced to attack your base if you refuse to withdraw."

"Forced to attack?" sneered Devat. "Your ships are attacking, already! You've brought down my first cruiser squadron, and you people are now attacking my base positions."

"Are we?" said Peronada.

"Sir!" said Yamaguchi. "Radar contacts! Ten battleships and eight cruisers at RX-225 off the starboard bow, range, nine megameters, speed thirty space knots! They're attacking the whole fleet!"

Soon, fire raked both the Earth Fleet and the Cometine base as the Bolivia shook and the lights dimmed. On his ship, Captain Peronada saw the lights dimming in General Devat's command bunker on Procyon.

"That's not us!" yelled Peronada. "Whoever it is, they're attacking us, too, Devat!"

"Very well, it seems we both need to survive in order to carry on our argument," said Devat. "Would you like a temporary truce, just between us? I can send you Scorpions to provide cover, and battleships to help you out."

"Why would you do that?"

"This is between us. I don't like it when the Technomugar interrupt our battles, and those machines are also a threat to our survival and imperial ambitions. Shall we say, uhh...blood is thicker than water against cyborgs?"

"Devat, if you're telling the truth, thank you. But if this is some trick..."

"No trick, Peronada. I give you my word of honor!"

"Good," said Peronada as his ship took and returned heavy fire from the Technomugar Fleet. "If you're sending help..."

"I shall get right on it, as you inferiors say," said Devat with a smile. "The truce begins now. Good luck, Captain."


The Pioneer was boarded a moment later when a capsule rammed through the hull. Shot after shot rang out a moment later in the smoke and dust as two squads of Techomugar raiders poured in like ants, killing as they went. The crew of the Pioneer took defensive positions and killed a few of them, but more Earth survey crewmen died than Technomugar.

"Defensive positions, bridge crew!" yelled the Pioneer's skipper, a man named Captain Valery Podsednek. "Hoshiyama, Moline, you two get behind your panels and fire first!"

"Got it!" cried Mio. The bridge hatch exploded inwards a moment later, and she opened fire first as the Technomugar poured in.

"Set on stun!" roared the Technomugar sergeant in his own language. "We want this lot alive!" The beams turned from blue to green, and the enemy sergeant then yelled, in Terran Standard, "Are you scum ready to be captured?"

"LIKE HELL!" cried Mio as she pumped shot after shot like a madwoman along with Moline, Podsednek, and the rest of the bridge crew. Some fire from a hit console burned Hoshiyama's blue EDF uniform, but Mio just beat out her own flames and then kept on firing, ignoring the fact that the spit shine on her boots was being ruined by her shifting position so much behind her console.

The older Podsednek was the first one hit. He fell with a scream and was dragged off the bridge by two Technomugar. Then, Reeder was hit, followed by Schmidt, Tashkent, and Comard. Finally, only Moline and Hoshiyama were left.

Moline yelled with rage as the brave but hopeless defense of Hoshiyama ended when her astro-automatic's battery pack went dead. Then, Mio threw down her gun and tried to slam one of the Technomugar with a piece of metal before a bolt hit her. Then, she was brutally dragged off by the Technomugar like a sack.

Well, guess I'll go down fighting, too, thought Moline. A moment later, his gun went dead, and he was hit a second later. Everything went black, and he saw and heard no more.


The Technomugar boarding pod and its load of prisoners flew back to the Sabga. A moment later, Yvona's smoking flagship blew the Pioneer apart with a single barrage from her guns.

There were still twenty-one enemy ships left in the area, though. The Vampyr finally kamikazed into one of the battleships, taking it out along with two others.

"Call up the other ship," said Yvona. "It's about time I let them know we have prisoners and that we want their surrender."

"Of course."

"Communication from the enemy!" yelled the comm officer on Carroway's ship.

"Patch them thorough."

A moment later, Yvona Josiah appeared on the screen on the console between Eager and Carroway with a smirk.

"Hello, there," said Yvona. "And what would your name be, you little pants-wearing trollop? You remind me a bit of my rotten little niece, whom I hate with a passion."

"I am Lieutenant Denise Carroway, the Captain of the Valkyrie. And who would you be? You look like an Earth person. And why are you wearing one of our peacoats?"

"I am Lady Yvona Josiah of the Grand Technomugar Empire, granted eternal life as a cyborg by Ekogaru the Great, Carroway. Do you want to plead for the lives of these prisoners?"

"Prisoners?" said Carroway.

"Drag them in," said Yvona pleasantly. A moment later, two Technomugar troopers dragged Mio Hoshiyama and Captain Podsednek in like a pair of sacks. They were still unconscious, with Mio bleeding from a head wound she had taken while unconscious...

"You recognize them?" said Yvona pleasantly as Denise gritted her teeth.

"Yes. The woman. She was a good woman. What do we do to get her back?"

"Disable your weapons, surrender, and maybe I'll parole you and her and let you take her home. Or maybe not. It depends upon my mood."

"They said you were crazy," hissed Carroway. "My God, they were right."

"God? Ekogaru is my God. He'll be yours, too, you little tramp. And am I speaking to Christopher Eager, formerly of the space battleship Argo?"

"You are," hissed Eager. "What'ja want? She always said you were nuts."

"Who?" said Yvona.

"You know who. A lady who'll be more of a lady than you'll ever be, Yvona!"

"That's Lady Josiah, you hick," hissed Yvona. "Oh, yes. When you see Mrs. Wildstar again, tell her to just strip and wait for me in the nude? It'll save us the trouble of undressing her when we take her captive for experimentation, along with you two."

"Like hell you will," said Carroway in a flat voice. "And this has gone far enough. Goodbye, your Ladyship."

Carroway ordered the signal to be cut with a hand gesture. "What an inhuman little creep. But, we'll deal with her. You note how the Vampyr just went kamikaze, Eager?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Well, guess it's our turn next," said Carroway with a grim voice as her smoking gunboat evaded shot after shot from the fleet. "Eager, aim us for that flagship; I want to take her into the next life with us."

"Yes, ma'am. Out of missiles, aren't we?"

"Yeah. And the forward turret is out," said Carroway. Denise then smiled and flipped on her mike. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, we're about to stand between our homes and the war's desolation and make the big sacrifice. I just want you to know that you were a great crew, and we'll be hitting the flagship in about thirty seconds. Mister Eager, full power."

"Aye, ma'am," he said. Well, guess I'll never get to marry mah girlfriend Lisa, he thought. Honey, ah hope you don't cry too much when you get the news...here we go..

Eager put his hand on the throttle and threw the Valkyrie into her final charge.

Then, as three laser bolts flew about the ship and he was ready to feel the collision, the enemy fleet gleamed, wavered, and faded away. The ship the Valkyrie was to ram was gone a moment later as the Earth gunboat flew pristinely alone through space.

"They're gone," muttered Carroway.

"Musta warped out," said Eager. He slowed down and said, "Now, what do we do?"

"Search for that flagship. They took some of our people, and...."

"We're being ordered to rejoin the Task Group at Procyon, ma'am!" yelled the Valkyrie's communications officer. "What should we do?"

Carroway thought hard. "We're more likely to capture that flagship with twelve ships than with one. Eager, take us back to Procyon VI. We're rejoining the Fleet."

"Yes, ma'am."


"Captain Delgadar!" yelled Yvona's voice aboard the second Technomugar squadron flagship, the Kervat.  

"Yes, Lady Josiah!" snapped the Technomugar officer.

"What do they have, Delgadar?"

"One Earth battleship, one Terran cruiser, three Earthling gunboats, and six Cometine antimatter missile ships, two battleships, and six cruisers. Twenty-four ships in all. The Earthers and the damned Cometines seem to have some kind of agreement. They seem to have joined..."

The Kervat shook as a squadron of Cometine Scorpions from the base came in on one side and a squadron of Terran Cosmo Tigers from the Bolivia came in on the other side.

"Delgadar!" snapped Yvona as the transmission faded out on her end and then came back up.

"Sorry, Lady. We've taken some damage, and we've lost two ships. Both sides have sent planes at us. Scum! They're coordinating their feeble resistance!"

A moment later, the Bolivia fired her guns along with the nearby Cometine battleships, and the antimatter missile ships. The fire skipped into the Technomugar fleet, blowing up four more ships. A moment later, the Cometine antimatter missiles took out two more battleships.

"Now, we'll start the real fun," said Devat in his base. "Major Bermar! Send a message to the Earth ships and our own...ask them to clear a corridor at RT-224. Then, ready our new weapon...our stationary base Magna-Flame Gun."

"Yessir!"


"Move aside?" mused Peronada on the Bolivia. "Looks like they're moving, too. Wonder what they've got down there?"

"Looks like we're about to find out." said Westlake. He got up and wiped his handsome chocolate-colored face. "I don't know if I trust these suckers, sir."

"Mister Westlake, let's observe. If we assault this base later on..."

"Of course..."

"Sir, the corridor is clear," said Bermar.

Devat smirked and pulled a special handgrip up from his desk on a coiled wire. "Base Magna-Flame Gun, open fire! Our target is the Technomugar Fleet!"

A moment later, the stationary rectangular gun barrel, which looked a bit like that of a Gamilon Reflex Gun, fired an orange burst of energy. Two fields of warp distortion appeared at each side, and the lance of energy vanished.

A second later, the lance reappeared in the middle of the Technomugar Fleet, blowing it apart with one blast. Devat fired a second burst, just to make sure, but the Fleet was gone a moment later.

"Holy crap, sir!" said Westlake. "They've got a Magna-Flame Gun down here on that base! What the hell else do they have down there? And why'd they let us see that?

"A warning," said Peronada. "They must've wanted us to see that. Very effective game of brinkmanship on that General Devat's part. But that just told me that a frontal assault on that base would be suicide. If we want to hit that base, we'll have to send a landing party down there, first..."

"Sir! Devat's calling back!"

"Good, Walsh. Put him up on video."

The Cometine General's face appeared again. He looked amused.

"Did you like that, Earthling?"

"Not bad, General. Do you mean to let us escape?"

"Maybe I shouldn't," mused Devat. "But, no. Shooting someone in the back is no fun. You have six hours, Peronada. Leave the immediate area of the planet now, and then get all of your ships out of this quadrant in six hours. If you don't, well... when our truce ends, I think you know what I've got down here waiting for you if you try anything funny. And I may have more than one of those...or reflection satellites, my friend. Think of that. Maybe when we finally beat you, I can share a drink with you when I visit you in a concentration camp?"

"Devat, mark my words, I'll be back. But unless you and your rulers change their tune a little...well, our next meeting won't be quite so friendly. But, thank you for the favor. You're the first honorable Comet Imperial I've ever met."

"And you're decent for a stupid Earthling rebel, Peronada. Remember; we still claim your world. You surrendered."

"I don't think so, Devat," smiled Peronada. "Isn't Zordar a little bit dead?"

"Yes, by a fluke, I understand. When Gernitz returns in Zordar's cloak, I think you shall find otherwise. But, for what it is worth, farewell, Peronada. Just get out of my sight and out of my system. Got that?"

"Of course," said Peronada with tight lips. Then, at his end, Devat ended the communication and the Bolivia's screen went dark.


A while later, the entire EDF Task Force (or what was left of it) made a rendezvous and warped out of the Procyon system. Captain Peronada sat in his office with a bowed head as Captain Denise Carroway of the Valkyrie made her report about the fate of the scientific vessels.

"Those

"So, the survey vessels are gone and you want to try and get those prisoners back? That was our whole reason for being out here."

"Not good, is it, sir?"

"No, Carroway, not good. But, thanks for trying."

"Hey, I did my best," she grinned. "Not my fault they didn't let me ram them."

"I like your spirit, Lieutenant," said Peronada. "As Captain of your ship, you're going to go places. I'll join you for dinner a bit later on if you don't mind."

"I've got a fiancée, sir," said Carroway. "I don't know if he'd like it. And I think I'm a bit young for you."

Peronada laughed. "No, I don't mean in that sense. You're my guest. I can't send you back to your command without giving you some of the fruits of our galley. Besides...it'll enable me to see if I can get permission from General Stone to allow us to go back out there and get back those prisoners."

"But I thought we were under orders to go to Iscandar. Don't we still have scientists on this ship?"

"Yes, but I think we can manage a side trip?"


Later on that afternoon, Denise Carroway and Eager sat eating a pair of steaks in the Bolivia's messhall when Captain Peronada showed up. He smiled at them and said, "I've got good news, and bad news."

"What's the bad news?" sighed Carroway, who had, in one hour, just fought off two different requests for a date from two Cosmo Tiger pilots from the Bolivia's squadron, which was known as the Blue Condors.

"Two pieces of bad news. No, Stone says we can't search for the survivors from the Pioneer, and, also, you have to give up your helmsman, Carroway."

"What?" said Carroway and Eager in shock.

"Sir, I don't wanna go anywhere else," said Eager. "Ah like bein' Carroway's XO. You ain't putting me on your ship."

"Sir, I think this is..."

"Carroway, hold your tongue a second," said Peronada. "The transfer's on the Commander's orders. Eager's going back to a place where the Commander feels his experience is needed. I'll give you one of my crewmembers as a replacement. The transfer of Mister Eager will take place in three days, after a couple of warps...when we rendezvous with the Argo."

"Sir?" said Eager as his face lit up. "No offense, Lieutenant, but do ya mean...?"

"Si," said Peronada. "Your orders are to report back to your old post on the Argo in three days. You and a lady named Parsons will be working together on alternate shifts."

"That's great!" cried Eager.

"I don't understand why you're happy, Eager, I mean...you're taking a demotion," said Carroway.

"Yup, but I'll be back with mah friends. Wonder if Nova's coffee is as black and strong as usual?"

"Oh, no," said Carroway. "Is Star Force coffee really...that bad?"

"You can try it in three days," said Eager.

"And what are we doing in this rendezvous?" said Carroway.

"We're getting some survey people and sharing our intelligence with Wildstar," said Peronada. "The rendezvous point will be near the Wishing Star of Voton...an idea spot...as we go out, they'll be coming home...or going to whatever they have to do. Stone was vague about that."

"Wonder what it'll be like when we meet them?" mused Carroway.

"Oh, you'll like mah friends," said Eager. "They're a neat bunch."

"Excuse me, Captain Carroway?" asked a Blue Condor pilot as he came up with his helmet and flight plan. "Like to go out with me?"

"No, I have a fiancée," said Carroway with a smile. "But thanks for asking."

The three of them chuckled as they saw the pilot slam his fist into one hand and mutter, "Looks like I struck out, too," before he left.

"Don't worry, sir," said Carroway with a smile as she saw the shocked look on Peronada's face. "It happens all the time.":

"Yes, I'll bet."


IV. DREAMS AND MEETINGS

Space Battleship Argo

Approaching the Milky Way Galaxy

Monday, April 5, 2202

1105 Hours, Spacetime


"Another two thousand lightyears closer to home, luv," said Bryan Hartcliffe as he and Angie cuddled naked in their cabin. After a long, long, time, they had finally decided to resume intimate relations.

"I hope this mission will be over with soon, Bryan," said Angie. "I could use some leave with you. You know, we never had a real honeymoon?"

"Yeah, and I don't know if we can afford one now, either. Through me own fault, I'm makin'...."

"Shhh," said Angie softly. "We'll have pay socked aside in the bank waiting for us when we get home. I think we can go somewhere on that. What's Britain like?"

"Rainy and cold this time o' year. How's about the South Seas?"

"Sounds better," said Angie with a kiss. "By the way, you were really, really good before. And it didn't hurt at all, honey."

"Thanks."

"Now if I can cure those wandering eyes of yours, I think I'll have the perfect husband. And, oh, yes, please don't pick any more fights with the Captain?"

"I'll try not to, luv."

"Good," cooed Angie. "I think you're finally learning, Bryan."


"Hello?" whispered Nova Wildstar in a soft voice as she and Derek lay together in their cabin. "Derek? Sorry to bother you, but..."

Nova stopped as she looked at her husband's face. It had been a trying day, and Derek finally looked peaceful in sleep. "You're so tired," she whispered. "And you worried about me so much. Maybe too much, Derek. I'm all right. And so is Aliscea. I know we have new orders from the Commander," she said as she stroked his bare chest, "I know it's our job to find Ekogaru, and to take out Yvona...preferably with extreme prejudice after what happened today with the Bolivia and the Pioneer...but...we have some time. Enough time for us to catch our breath before the next plunge," she murmured in a sleepy voice as she lay against Derek's chest, her firm breasts pressing close against his warm chest. "I think if I hold you enough, I won't want to get up and wander the ship, koiichi. And, even though you're asleep, you were grrreeeeaaat before, my love. Boy, have you learned to make me feel good," said Nova with a soft smile as she shut her eyes. "Hope you give me some of your sweet dreams," she said through a yawn. Then, Nova blushed as a little bit of saliva rolled out of her mouth onto her beloved's chest. "Drooling on you again. Boy...does that make me feel....stupid," she mumbled as sleep began to roll over her.

Unknown to her husband, Nova was softly snoring on his chest about two minutes later. She smiled a little in her sleep a while later. Her dream was very pleasant and sweet.

On the other hand, Derek Wildstar's excursion into Dreamland wasn't quite as pleasant as his wife's dream, which was filled with grass, flowers, laughter, and rabbits hopping around in a meadow.

In Derek's dream, he was on a foggy quay somewhere near the ocean, dressed in his Captain's peacoat, Star Force uniform, ascot, and Captain's cap.. A foghorn moaned in the distance, and a ship's set of lights also loomed in the distance.

Wildstar heard footsteps in his dream, and then he saw a figure coming up slowly, leaning carefully on a walking stick. The hazy figure turned into the figure of a stocky, but strong man in a Captain's hat and peacoat.

Finally, the hazy figure resolved into that of a man with a beard. A seafarer, but not just any man.

Captain Derek Wildstar found himself gazing at Admiral Abraham Avatar a moment later.

"Captain Avatar..." he said in a quiet voice.

"Don't worry. As you can see, I'm back in good health," said Avatar. "You look good in that coat, and, my old wound's not bothering me any more. The sea smells good, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does," said Derek. "Where are we, Captain?"

"Look up."

Derek did so, and the lights finally took shape. The great ship looming above them in the fog was the Argo. But, the odd thing was that she looked bigger than she normally was.

"Why are we here?"

"The time has come for us to talk," said Avatar. "You know that you're facing a threat that's cold, that's death, like this fog?"

"Ekogaru?"

Avatar nodded. "His power is getting stronger. We're even beginning to feel glimmerings of it over here on this side."

"This side? My God, am I dead? Did I die in my sleep? Is Nova going to wake up in the morning and find she's been sleeping with a dead body?"

"No, you're just in a corridor, a sort of anteroom," said Avatar as he lit up his pipe. The ash glowed like a red eye in the fog. "We can meet here. And, mark these words well."

"What words?"

"Nova will be here in a while. Just a visit. But she'll be back. I can tell you that much." Avatar paused and listened. A strange sound came to their ears; the sound of a baby's cry.

"What's that?" said Derek.

"Just your son," said Avatar.

"But Nova's not pregnant!"

"Someday, she will be. Remember that much. It'll help you." A cold wind began to blow around them, and Avatar's scarf blew out of his peacoat and blew back in the wind. Avatar snorted with distaste. "Wind's changing. I've got to go back."

"Go back where?"

Avatar chuckled and pointed up to the Argo. "There. It's not quite Heaven, and I'm not there all the time, but there are times when He lets me check in on you. You mean you've never felt me around? I'm glad that you and Nova are enjoying my cabin, by the way. And don't be ashamed, either. It's been too long since there's been happiness and laughter up there. Nice change, having you kids there...."

Avatar then put his hands on Derek's dream-shoulders. "Remember, Wildstar. I picked you for the post of Deputy Captain. Don't lose heart, and don't lose hope! I see better days ahead for you...and for Earth..."

Then, the old man turned and walked off, disappearing into the fog. Soon, the sound of his cane was blotted out by the sound of the foghorn, and Wildstar stood there, knowing he was alone.


Then, the dream flipped. Captain Wildstar found himself in an odd place with nothing on.

"Weird," he said. He had been naked before in his dreams, and it was always a little disquieting. "What's this place?"

He looked around. There was a bed with a cheap white simulated wood headboard...a small couch, a dirty white rug, and posters on the wall. There was a poster of a popular basketball player of the day, posing in just a swimsuit. Another poster depicted a male stripper. Yet another one depicted a woman in a bikini above a Periodic Table, and another one was an EDF ship recognition poster.

There was a small desk with a chipped nameplate on it. The nameplate read MICKEY HENSON.

"Now I know where I am," said Derek. "The apartment that Diane Henson's brother used...the place we used to spend our..."

Then, Derek looked puzzled. On an end table sat Diane's bedroom slippers, open-toe mules with high heels and white fur covering the uppers. Beside them sat a small globe.

The globe was a representation of the city of Denver. He shook the globe, and snow fell on the little city.

"Nova's gift to me, here?"

Then, Derek noticed another object on the end table. It was a pair of black surfer thongs with pink straps. Unlike Diane's slippers, these shoes were pleasantly battered, and some sand was stuck to the soles.

"Nova's slippers?" he said. "What the hell are they doing..."

Then, the door to the bathroom opened, and Diane Henson herself walked in, totally naked, tossing her hair. Before the door closed, Derek thought he could see someone else in the shower behind the frosted glass....

Then, Derek lay there, moaning, gasping, and crying out in his unspeakable, sick dream. He began to sweat, and then he began to gasp...

...and the gasps turned to screams.


Derek Wildstar woke up screaming, screaming his lungs out while a concerned Nova looked into his face.

"Derek, darling. Derek! Come out of it! It was only a dream, honey...come out of it! You're with me! You're safe. Nothing to fear."

Derek finally stopped screaming. With his eyes half-shut, he looked into Nova's face.

"You're alive?"

"Of course I am," she said softly while she pushed away the covers and crawled on up over him so she could see his face better. "What happened to you? Another nightmare?"

"Yes....I..."

"Boy, you almost..."

"Thank God I didn't, given what I dreamed about."

"Was it about me?" whispered Nova as she began to...caress...him...in the unashamed and innocent manner of the loving wife she was. Since this was the touch of his loving wife, and not the touch of some awful phantom, Derek didn't resist, even though tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Nova, I dreamed of Captain Avatar. That was nice. Then, I dreamed I was in Diane Henson's apartment...and...and..."

"Derek, everyone dreams about their past. You can't help what you dream about, my love. If she did some nice things for you, I..."

"She belittled me...and in the dream I was married to you, but I was forced to be with her...and then, God...you showed up."

"Did I rescue you from Diane?" she whispered. "Derek?"

"Then, you turned...uh...into a skeleton in my lap while we were making love, and then your Aunt Yvona showed up, followed by Ekogaru. And then, they went at me! I hated it!"

"No wonder you were screaming," said Nova in a very soft voice. "Your poor dear. Well, it's over...and it's just us..."

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"I dunno," giggled Nova as she began to tease him again. "How's about enjoying this?"

Then, she kissed him...and Derek did lay back and enjoy it.

He was with his dear Nova. How could he not like it?

They were up far into the night.


The next morning, a certain young couple looked very, very bleary-eyed as they sat together eating their hotcakes and synthetic bacon. They needed a boost so badly that Nova had slipped into the galley to make a small specially strong pot of coffee for Derek and herself.

"Well," teased Mark Venture as he showed up with Holly Parsons. "Three guesses as to what you two were up to last night."

"Partly right," said Nova with a blush. "But there was a reason. He had a horrible nightmare, Mark."

"Derek...I'm sorry," said Mark as he gave his friend a rough hug. "Your parents?"

"No. It was about my wife dying in my arms. I won't say any more about it than that."

"I had a weird one, too," said Holly. "In my dream, I was being lowered into a tank and slowly drowned by a figure with a black hood. Then, he pulled me out, and I was paralyzed. He said "Just wait until it happens, Holly. You'll never be a bride." Remember, Mark? I called you at 0400 to discuss that one."

"Three guesses as to who the figure was?" asked Nova.

"Ekogaru," said Holly. "I just knew it somehow."

"Hey, I had a weird dream, too," said Conroy as he came up, having overheard them. "In mine, I was going down in flames in the rear place of a Tiger, and HE was at the controls, just laughing like a maniac. Laughing and laughing. Then, I woke up."

Hemsford came up. "I had one, too. In mine, the SOB had tied me to a Claymore mine. Which he then set off."

"I had one, too," said Tatiana Lubyanska. "In mine, I was receiving a live autopsy...from him, of course."

"In mine, I was shoved down one of the ship's guns...and then shot out burning into space," said Dash. "Of course, he did it."

"Guys, guys," said Captain Wildstar. He put his hands up to stop the flood of crewmembers who were running up to their table. "Enough for now. It seems most of us had some pretty weird experiences last night. For now, I'm asking anyone who has had a dream to see Dr. Sane, Dr. Bradford, or Lieutenant Wildstar for counseling through normal channels. Then, I'll consult with someone to see what we can do about it."

"Yeah," said Hardy as he came up. "Another naight o' this and we won't be able to do ouh jobs. None of us will!"

"If I have a dream like the kind I had again, I'll go insane, I swear it!" cried Royster.

"Yeah...I'll go insane if I have another one like the one I had," said Homer.

"Aaaaa, you already are insane," snorted Venture.

"Hey!" cried Homer as everyone in the messhall laughed. "That's a low blow, Venture!"

"Just kidding, Homer," laughed Mark.

"Yeah, I'll bet!" snapped Homer. "Hmmmmph!"


"Captain, this is very, very strange, " said Doctor Sane much later on that day while he pored over some results that Dr. Bradford handed him. "With our Marines, Black Tigers, flight crew, and regular ship's company of 114, we have just under 280 people aboard now, counting casualties."

"That's two hundred and seventy-two," said IQ-9. "Two hundred and seventy-three if you count me!"

"You're a robot, not a human," said Nova while she doodled on a pad. She, Sane, Captain Wildstar, and Dr. Bradford were meeting in the small briefing room in the bridge tower. "Doctor, did you get the same conclusion I did?"

"I did," said Sane.

"Well, what's so strange?" asked Derek.

Sane adjusted his glasses before continuing. "Well, out of two hundred and seventy-one officers and enlisted men on this ship, and one guest, that's Aliscea...two hundred and sixty-nine people had nightmares of various kinds. Most involved violent death, some involved a bizarre sexual element, many involved both. Only three people didn't have nightmares last night...as a matter of fact, they reported pleasant dreams."

"Who were they?" said Derek.

"Aliscea Rosstowski of Pellias, Lieutenant Paul Rosstowski, and Lieutenant Nova Wildstar. Paul's on duty, and Aliscea, who is quite upset, to say the least, is meditating. Something about these three people made them immune from the dreams, but I have no idea what it was."

"From what I can figure out, I think it involved contact with Aliscea's power in some fashion," said Nova. "Paul has a bond with her, and I was touched by her almost thirty-six hours ago when she healed me. If there was some way Aliscea could spread that immunity to every one of us..."

"But it'd drain her," said Bradford. "We know that after she exerts her power to a great degree, she is exhausted. Can she give her power to over two hundred people? And wouldn't it kill her?"

Someone outside tapped at the locked hatch. "We're having a confidential meeting, could it wait?" called out Derek.

"No it can't, I'm afraid," said Aliscea. "I understand I'm being discussed?" 

"Derek, let her in," said Nova.

He nodded, and got up to undo the lock. "What can you suggest?"

"There may be a way I can deal with these nightmares," said Aliscea. "But, it will take time. I will try concentrating upon keeping the Dark Lord's essence out of the ship. You do know he lives. And you do know it'll be difficult."

"Aliscea, thank you."

"You are most welcome, Captain Wildstar."

The meeting ended on that note.


V. LORD EKOGARU'S PLANS

The Grand Technomugar Fortress

At the Edge of the Milky Way Galaxy

Tuesday, April 6, 2202

1903 Hours, Spacetime


The Grand Technomugar Fortress had just entered the Milky Way Galaxy.

Ekogaru, at last, was home.

"Vergar, how are we on my attack plan?" asked Ekogaru in his Audience Chamber.

"Better than expected. We obtained fresh acolytes and slaves from the Rikashans. They have helped our remaining population repair the Grand Fortress and the Phased Density Cannon.  We have resumed speed, in fact, we are doing better than before, being able to warp 2,500 lightyears a day, now. We are here, not far from Carufax in the Rikashan Empire. The Rikashans have allowed us to aid them in their administration of the colony, and we have taken more slaves from the Carufaxi. Our trap for the Argo, therefore, is all but laid."

"I will ensure they come here in three, perhaps...four days," said Ekogaru. "Yvona! You failed me before, but it is forgiven. Take a Goraizu Fortress and go out and find the Argo and attack her. I have weakened the will of her crew, and this shall do more. When they get to Carufax, I want them to be putty in my hands so I can enslave them."

"Of course, " said Yvona.

"What about the invasion of Earth?" asked Gralnacz.

"Thirty-five days to go now," said Ekogaru. "We must stop at R'Khelleva, receive their blessings and gifts, and then I foresee we shall merge the Rikashans and R'Khell into my Government at last under Zaden as Viceroy. Baron Cha'rif continues to harry the Earth forces. He shall do so, weakening them, until I warp this way, along a parabola from the outer spiral arm, through the Galactic Core, attacking Earth from the center of the Galaxy like so," said Ekogaru as he made a graphic appear on his grand screen. "Then, I shall play them a symphony of destruction on my rebuilt organ until they either surrender or I have to blow Earth itself into dust. Then, the Grand Rikashan Fleet under Lord Zaden shall arrive a few days behind me to take care of any final resistance. Are we clear?"

"We are," said Ekogaru's underlings as one.

"Excellent," said Ekogaru. He sat down and began to slowly play Bach's "Passacaglia and Fugue in C Minor." Then, he stopped, laughed, and said. "The next time I play this, the Star Force shall hear me. And they shall follow this tune, yes, to their doom. And they shall bring Aliscea with them, and I shall begin corrupting her into my new image, after my own likeness."

And, again, Ekogaru laughed. Today, he felt almost triumphant.


THERE ARE NOW 35 DAYS TO THE ARRIVAL OF EKOGARU IN EARTH'S SOLAR SYSTEM 


To Be Continued With Act Seven: "The Journey Home (?)"

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