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• Commander Isaac Reynolds; captain of the destroyer, Harrison
Harrison command crew
Ensign William “Will” Adams; sensor operator
Lieutenant Tom Chen; communications officer
Lieutenant Dennis Williams; navigational officer
Lieutenant Ryan Hall; weapons officer
• Airman First Class Jamie Reynolds; pilot and member of Tempest Squadron (Tempest 5)
Other Tempest Squadron members
Lieutenant Codey Cline; Tempest Squadron leader (Tempest Leader)
Staff Sergeant Todd Thrash (Tempest 2)
Senior Airman Cameron Rowe (Tempest 3)
Airman Mark Clayton (Tempest 4)
Airman Parker Caviness (Tempest 6)
Airman David Windham (Tempest 7)
• Dr. Christopher Overby; scientist in charge of research of Torinth technology and reverse-engineering
• Captain Derek Stewart; pilot and leader of Banshee squadron, stationed on defense station Delta
• Jared Swindall; former freelance freighter pilot and captain of the modified freighter, Solar Wind
• Lieutenant Junior Grade Haley Traylor; head surgeon on defense station Gamma
• Captain John Cleghorn; captain of the carrier, Davis
York’s Demise Chapter One
1300 Hours, June 4, 2613 (Military Calendar)/
Long-range Sensing Station Sentinel, on the edge of
the York Star System
Captain David Walker entered the control room of the long range sensor outpost Sentinel. The captain looked around to see the two lieutenants, Sanchez and Jones, at their assigned stations. The two of them looked to see who had entered and immediately stood and saluted.
Captain Walker returned their salutes without a single word.
The wall where the lieutenants’ were stationed was covered half with video screens and the other half showed sensor sweeps of the very reaches of the York system. If anything moved within a light-year of the system, they would be the first to notice it. It was also, the most uneventful assignment anyone could be given, leaving several hours of nothing to do but stare at a screen showing the stars.
Captain Walker, however, was always alert, ready for the slightest hint of a Torinth attack on the system. He never thought of this assignment as being “boring,” as others had described it.
He looked over their stations, making sure that they had not been spending their time lounging around. He made sure that all systems were running to proper standards and that the entire crew was ready for anything. He had personally made sure that everyone was in tip-top condition.
Considering that they were the early warning for the planet York, the largest supplier of warships and other war material within the Outer Colonies, nothing was going to be short of perfection under his command.
“Carry on,” he said finally.
The lieutenants continued on their scanning of the outer reaches of the system. They were even sending probes into hyperspace to search for anything that could threaten them. It was a new technique that the military was still working the bugs out of.
Lieutenant Jones leaned closer to his screen, not sure of what he sees. “Captain, sir,” he said. “You might want to take a look at this.”
Captain Walker walked up to the screen and looked at an anomaly that had appeared in space. “It’s a hyperspace window. Do we have any probes scheduled for reentry into normal space?”
“I don’t think so, sir,” he replied. “The vector doesn’t match any that we’ve sent out.”
“Captain,” said Lieutenant Sanchez, “I’m detecting something exiting hyperspace.” He works at the scanners to try to identify the object. “The object is close to nine hundred meters in length.”
“Get me a visual,” the captain ordered.
“Aye, sir,” he answered. On one of the many screens, the picture zooms in as close as possible and manages to focus on the object. “Sir, I’m identifying it as a Patriot-class Destroyer. Markings identify it as the Harrison, sir.”
The Harrison? That was impossible. That ship was listed missing in action for over a week after it failed to return from the battle at Atlas. “This has to be some sort of Torinth trick,” the Captain said. “Alert York High Command, I want them to know about this.”
“Sir,” said Lieutenant Jones, “I’m picking up a video transmission from the ship. Do you want me to patch it through?”
“What’s the nearest ship?” the captain asked.
“The carrier Davis,” Sanchez answered, “commanded by Captain John Cleghorn; just arriving from the Second Fleet for routine maintenance.”
“Tell them to link up with us,” Walker ordered. “If this is a Torinth trick, I want to have enough firepower to stop them before they can do whatever it is they came to do.”
“Transmission sent, sir,” the Lieutenant answered. “ETA: thirty minutes.”
“Alright,” said the captain, “patch the Harrison’s transmission through. Let’s see who wants to talk to us.”
On one of the video screens, the face appeared of that of a man who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, and who looked as if he had gotten very little sleep. His dark hair a little sloppy, his brown eyes were red with fatigue, and he was in need of a shave.
“It’s about time,” the person said finally.
“Identify yourself,” Captain Walker said firmly.
“Commander Isaac Reynolds, commanding officer of the destroyer Harrison,” he answered, “just arriving from Atlas. Who am I talking to?”
“Captain David Walker,” he said firmly, “your superior officer. You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t take you word for it, but I’m going to need proof that you’re not a Torinth in disguise.”
Isaac let out a sigh. “I was expecting something like this.” He rubbed his forehead out of exhaustion and looked back up at the screen. He took a deep breath before saying, “Identification code: Hawkeye.”
Captain Walker looks down at Lieutenant Jones. “Does it match?” he asked. Verbal identification was something that every ship commander entered in the database in case of being suspected of being a Torinth infiltrator.
“Database confirms voiceprint and codeword match,” he replied.
Captain Walker was still not convinced. Even though it was unlikely for the Torinth to figure out a personal pass code, he still suspected that there could be an infiltrator aboard the ship.
“So are you going to let us through?” the commander asked, his voice sounding annoyed. “I don’t want to have to wait out here any longer than I have to.”
This man’s attitude was really starting to get to the captain. “Watch what you say around your superior officer. You’re lucky you’re not under my command, otherwise I’d make sure that you were transferred to a ship patrolling the frontier and no chance of being transferred out of it.”
The commander just shrugs, unfazed by the threat the captain gave him. “Just stay where you are,” the captain said finally. “We’ll have a ship sent over to escort you to York.”
“Yes, sir,” the commander replied.
The screen went dark and Captain Walker let out a breath as he crossed his arms over his chest. He stood there silent for several minutes trying to figure out what to do next.
“Sir,” said Lieutenant Jones, “we’re receiving a transmission from York High Command. Their orders are for us to keep a visual on the ship and wait while they dispatch a task force to this area.”
“My God,” Lieutenant Sanchez muttered. “Look at the ship.”
The three of them looked at the screen. On it, the Harrison filled the entire view and they could see a large amount of damage all over it. The ship was covered with scorch marks and had numerous holes within its hull; some of them going clear through to the other side of the ship.
“I think I can see why they took so long getting here,” said Lieutenant Jones. “With that much damage, I’m surprised it even made the jump to here all the way from Atlas.”
For the next hour, the men at Sentinel kept an eye on the Harrison, and the crew of the Harrison waits for their escort to the shipyards orbiting York. The Davis was the first to arrive and was soon joined by an entire battle group, making a total of ten ships.
Commander Isaac Reynolds watched as the ships took positions to destroy the ship if necessary. “What have you picked up on the COM, Lieutenant Chen,” he asked.
Lieutenant Tom Chen was the son of Chinese immigrants. He was shorter than the commander but he was one of the best code breakers he knew. “They’re suspecting that there are Torinth aboard the ship,” he explained.
“I’m not surprised,” the commander replied. He hid a yawn behind his hand. He had gotten only a few hours of sleep over the passed several days as they made the long and dangerous journey from Atlas. They had made several random, but safe, jumps to make sure that the Torinth were not following them, and then set a course strait for York, which had been very dangerous due to how much damage they had received in their last battle.
“Sir,” said Ensign Adams, “you should really get some rest.”
Ensign William Adams was the ship’s sensor operator. He was also one of the best at finding anything that wasn’t supposed to be there. Around the same height as the Commander, he could find a needle in a haystack if he wanted to, which made him an invaluable asset to the crew.
Isaac shook his head. “No,” he said. “Not until we’ve reached the shipyards. Then I’ll catch up on my sleep.”
“That’s enough from you,” the commander said finally. “And that goes for the rest of you as well.” He looked around at the rest of the bridge crew, who were all staring at him. Isaac could tell by their faces that they were all going to do what he said.
“Sir,” said Lieutenant Chen, “I’m receiving a message from the flagship of the battle group.”
“Patch it through,” the commander ordered.
On the screen, the face of a man in his forties in an admiral’s uniform appeared. “This is Rear Admiral Patterson. I am ordering you to have your ship ready to be boarded and scanned for Torinth infiltrators.”
“If it’ll get me to York sooner, go right ahead,” the commander replied.
“I don’t like that attitude of yours,” the admiral said firmly.
“You’ll have to forgive me. I haven’t gotten much sleep lately,” Isaac explained. “I’ve been trying to keep my ship in one piece.”
“I can tell,” the admiral said, his voice still firm. “Stand-by, I have shuttles on approach to board your craft.”
“Yes, sir,” Isaac replied. The screen turned black as the transmission was cut off.
“How long to you think the sweep will take, sir?” Lieutenant Hall asked.
Isaac looked over at Lieutenant Ryan Hall, who had been one of his closest friends since they were in the academy. Being the same height, the two of them had gone to the naval academy and had graduated the same year. When Isaac had become the commander of his own ship, he personally chose Lieutenant Hall for one of his bridge crew.
“If they send the proper number of Marines over, they’ll probably finish within an hour, give or take.”
“This is going to be a long hour,” Lieutenant Williams said, stretching in his seat.
Lieutenant Dennis Williams was the ships navigation officer, the tallest of the bridge crew, and the most athletic. Formerly a basketball player, he had joined the Navy and was immediately shipped off to combat after training. He had been in several engagements and his black skin hid any scars he may have received from those encounters. He was also the strongest on the ship and everybody stayed out of his way when he was in a bad mood, which was rare.
Normally, he was a good person to be around.
Commander Reynolds assumption was correct. After about an hour of searching and screening the crew, the Harrison had been cleared to approach York, with an entire battle group as escort.
As they approached the planet, he could see dozens of ships in the shipyard’s docks being completed or being repaired and refitted. There were several ships from the battle at Atlas, with most of them in the docks. He could also see two of the fifteen orbiting defense stations, making the planet very difficult to attack, even comparing it to the Torinth.
“Lieutenant Williams,” said the commander, “plot us course to the nearest of the defense stations.”
“Aye, sir,” he answered. The ship slowly turned and headed on its new course.
Isaac watched as they came closer to the planet. He could see the oceans, the mountains, and even several storms forming over the southern continent. He had never been so happy to set eyes on a planet before. To him, it was the most beautiful thing in the galaxy.
Commander Reynolds took a deep breath and watched as they came closer. Soon, he would be able to set foot on solid ground again.