A continuation from
thisFort Llacheu Air Force Base, Astap
Konstan Ifrostik, Captain of the Nelagan Raven Corps, departed his shuttle flight still disgusted from the events of the past several days. “Lousy Shirerothians,” he mumbled to himself as he walked across the tarmac. “Always gotta pretend they’re the only ones that care, that can come up with a solution. We could have really used their help on this one.”
As Konstan entered the base , an air force officer of approached and saluted. “Captain Ifrostik? Commander Evos Darwin of the NAF, sir. I am here to discuss your preparations to Gralus.”
Ifrostik studied him, “Err, do you have enough security clearance to know about any of that? Or to even talk to me?”
The officer pulled out a security card and sharply handed it to Konstan. It read tripple diamond. That was amazingly high, equal to Konstan’s own rank as a captain of a secret organization. The only rank higher than that was the quadruple diamond, a security clearance rank only held by the President, which strangely meant that the only actual use the quadruple diamond was so a President could leave a future President information. But that was neither here nor there.
Commander Darwin smiled as he accepted his card back. “Taken a bit off guard, I see. In addition to being an air force commander, I am also in charge of this base. I am also an Enhasan-Batavian from birth,” he said, as if it explained everything. Which it did. President Jonas’s homeland pride was legendary.
“Okay, enough chit-chat,” Konstan said gruffly. “What is the status of the Nelagan Hope?”
Evos said, “The President has ordered the ship for full repairs and inspections a week ago. Since your report of the talks breaking down and us being sent without Shirerothian aid, we have begun final preparations for the Gralus operation ourselves.”
“And those preparations would be…?”
“Well, sir, besides the usual checks on the engines and weapon systems and provisions and all that lot, we have reason to believe that we will be fighting three distinct enemies. The first, these ‘Reflections,’ seem to have the ability to manifest within mirrored surfaces. To that end we have made sure that the report issued by MANA officials (before they all vanished, of course) was correct – that the ship is Reflection-proof. Which it is.”
Konstan said, “Down to the last shiny nut or bolt? We cannot take any chances.”
“Down to the last nut and bolt, sir. Everything remotely shiny has been painted over. It’s actually a bit unnerving to be inside.”
Konstan nodded. “All right then. Continue.”
“The second enemy is the Shadows, which may perhaps make up the bulk of the enemy forces. To this end, we needed something substantial. Ah, perhaps it is easier to just show you.”
Evos opened a door into a lab within the base. A man in a coat was writing some reports when they entered. Evos handed Konstan some goggles, which he almost put on until he realized they were awkwardly darkened. Scanning the room, Konstan could see it was some sort of weapon development area, with a firing range full of test dummies and a bizarre, huge rifles in various stages of construction scattered about.
“Doctor Perk, a moment of your time, if you please.” Commander Darwin said.
The doctor turned around. “Ah! Commander, always a pleasure. Things are going well with our tests.”
Evos noded. “Konstan, this is Doctor Necho Perk, one of the engineers on loan from JASO for the work here. Doctor, this is Konstan Ifrostik, a man of title and rank that I’m afraid you don’t have the security clearance to know. “He smiled. “Konstan will be leading up the Nelagan Hope expedition.”
“A pleasure to meet you,” Dr. Perk said as he shook Konstan’s hand.
“Doctor, could you give us a weapon’s test demonstation for Konstan here?”
“Of course, of course! This,” the doctor said, beaming with pride as he picked up the weapon, “is one of our newer tricks. The rifle chassis is based on some old JASO designs, as is some of the interior drive mechanics. As for the effect, well… it’s easier to observe. Goggles on, please.”
Dr . Perk waited until Konstan and Evos had secured their saftey goggles, then leveled the rifle at a testing dummy some 25 feet away and fired. There was a blinding flash of light that made Konstan turn away even with his goggles on. Spots danced before his eyes. He blinked them away, shaking his head, until his vision had mostly cleared. When it had, he found that the test dummy was not even scratched!
“What in the…” Konstan mumbled, an incomplete fragment that matched his own through process.
Dr. Perk explained, “This is one of our newest weapons. It is called Mithun Soloral rifle, which is Micron for “Sun Strike”. It was originally designed as a peacekeeping nonleathal weapon. The blast of light that you just saw overloads the eyes but, and I stress this, it does not cause any permanent damage to the optic nerves. When we found out that we would be facing shadowy beings, they were put into mass production.”
“Why the weird name?” Konstan asked.
“Ah,” Evos said. “Interesting story. When our Micron allies found out about the project, they offered their own special touches. In particular, they blessed the weapons with some sort of holy magic. That beam of light actually has a little bit of pure goodness energy woven into it. It won’t have too much affect on humans, even the worst of us really, but against beings of pure darkness and evil the effect is supposedly extremely harmful.”
“And against the Shadows?” Konstan prompted hopefully.
Dr. Perk said, “Should annihilate them. Perhaps. If it doesn’t kill them, it will definitely cause a great deal of discomfort.”
“Brilliant! And convenient, too, given the circumstance.” Evos mused.
The doctor hefted the weapon. “Gralus spent a lot of money making sure we would have access to JASO’s hidden technology. It’s good to use some of it to return the favor.”
Evos said, “We have been working on some larger versions to fit onto the Hope directly, but we’re having some trouble with power issues. In any event, thank you doctor.”
“Always a pleasure, commander,” Dr. Perk said as he turned back to his work.
“Well, you have three days to figure it out, and no more.” Konstan said to Evos as they exited the lab. “Now, you mentioned three forces, I believe?”
“Echoes,” Evos said, biting his lip. “We know little about them other than they have some of mind-including effect. Unfortunately we have not yet been able to come up with a counter.”
“Three days,” Konstan said slowly.
“I know,” Evos replied. “There’s some hasty work being done on trying to unravel some of old President Jason’s notes on Empathy, but they are… scrambled, at best, and use a lot of terms we have never encountered before. It might be a dead end, I don’t know. There’s only so much we can do against an enemy we have never even heard of.”
“Okay,” Konstan said, remembering for once that he had no real authority over the military here and that it was probably a bad idea to push his luck any further. “So the only thing that remains is finding a suitable strike team.”
“Ah!” Evos said brightly as he produced another piece of paper. “This I can help you with. The following candidates would make excellent choices for this expedition. There are about fifty there, ranked in what I consider order from best to worst. The top name is exceptionally well-qualified and even comes at the recommendation of former President Harvey.”
Konstan took the list and immediately groaned at the first name. “Ugh, why did it have to be her?”
Areuhat…