M.J. Markgraf
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BSE Chapter 5-19
🕑 Added 2025-06-12 12:00:11 +0000 UTCLOCATION: XIN SPACE
SYSTEM: XIN PRIME
DATE: 2402
Kaela had Omari jump Kitsune into the system well outside the Oort cloud. They didn’t know the capabilities of the Shican, if they truly were in the system, so she erred on the side of caution, which was counter to her normal approach to dealing with threats.
The system, so aptly named Xin Prime by the megalomaniac in charge, or who was supposed to be in charge, wasn’t much to look at. It was a basic yellow dwarf, much like Earth’s star, if a bit larger. She ignored the rest of the scientific information on her console, not interested in it.
What she was interested in was the planet in the habitable zone, the three large asteroid fields, and the two massive gas giants in the outer system.
The ship’s sensors classified the habitable planet as near-perfect for human life. Technically, it gave a bunch of scientific calculations about atmospheric composition, magnetic strength, and other such nonsense, but she knew a good planet when she saw one.
She wondered how the STO had missed such a pristine world, and how Xin had learned of it.
Then again, the three flashing red icons indicating Shican vessels probably explained the latter.
Those three ships were easy to miss amongst the hundreds of other red icons in the system as they passed silently through, but the onboard computer had helpfully highlighted them.
Kaela zoomed in as far as Kitsune’s optics allowed, but the ships were still small specs on the view screen. She needed to get closer to see if they matched the ship’s Vitor had talked about.
It took four grueling hours for the computer to finally identify the vessels. She breathed a sigh of relief. None of the three ships was like the massive ship that had attacked Kane. One was clearly a Shican carrier, just based on its size. The computer confirmed a moment later. The other two were Shican destroyers, but the comparison image that came up was from an old Asgardian recording.
An older model? Survivors from the First Shican War? Kaela wasn’t quite sure. The STO used older ships for routine border patrol, who’s to say the Shican didn’t do that as well.
Then again, this went way beyond a border patrol. The answer to how and why they might be in the system was answered a few hours later.
“Boss, is that what I think it is?” Omari asked as he pointed to a grey icon that was hidden amongst the clutter of red ones. Her pilot zoomed in to show what he was pointing to.
It had been obscured thanks to its range, the fact that there was no power coming from it, and the massive number of shipyards and constructions that seemed to surround it.
Kaela swallowed hard when she realized what she was looking at. “Yeah, that’s definitely a hypergate. And it looks like they are trying to get it online.”
She pulled up a star map and calculated the distance from Xin Prime to the STO border. It was only thirty-six light years. If the Shican managed to reactivate the gate, they would flood into STO space from the wrong side, giving no warning of their arrival.
Xin’s attacks, or more likely, the Shican’s, made much more sense now. It kept STO forces engaged while whittling away at both sides. Ivan did say that Xin’s original deserters had been forced into practical slavery, never being allowed off their ships after they arrived.
That didn’t answer the question of how Xin had so many people, and could field so many ships, but she didn’t think that mattered much anymore. There was no way she could get close enough to destroy the hypergate, nor did she believe her little ship possessed the firepower to even put a dent in the massive construct.
It was time to call this in. She flipped on the comm node, but before she could even connect, Omari yelled.
“Oh shit!”
The three Shican icons updated as the ships jumped, appearing practically on top of her little ship. Omari blasted the ship into evasive maneuvers as the two destroyers started firing a hail of railgun darts in their direction.
How? She asked herself as the three vessels fired, the rounds flying unnervingly close to their vessel despite their stealth.
“Carrier’s launching fighters,” Taigo added as the three icons around the planet finally vanished as the tactical plot updated.
The ship shook slightly as the FE cannon spat out a hail of rounds back at their pursuers. Kaela thought quickly as she controlled the PDLs, striking down the incoming missiles. How could the Shican have possibly seen them? From all the information she had gathered, the alien ships were old. The estimates on their abilities ranged slightly, but it was far short of what Kane’s ships were capable of, and she had fooled Vanguard. These old heaps shouldn’t have had a snowball’s chance in hell of seeing them.
“Not optical detection,” she grunted as Omari threw the ship to the side. The only thing that had changed since they entered the system was the comm node.
“Omari, get ready to cut thrust and throw us on a random heading when I give the order.”
Her pilot grunted in confirmation. She waited for the next missile volley to be destroyed and for the Shican fighters to be thinned out by Kitsune’s turret before she turned off the comm node. “Now!” she shouted.
The ship lurched violently, and Kaela had to clench her body tight as her vision narrowed into a thin tunnel. The deafening ping of rounds impacting the hull was just enough to keep her aware until her vision returned to normal.
They passed through the Shican hail of fire, but the aliens didn’t give up; their field of fire was expanding to bracket the area, hoping to hit them. Her guess had been correct. Somehow, the Shican tracked and pinpointed the source of an active FTL comm link, something that shouldn’t be possible.
For the next six hours, Kitsune was forced to play cat and mouse against the nasty kitties. Omari did his best to avoid their fire, but a few lucky shots clipped their ship despite his best efforts, helping the aliens orient their fire more accurately, starting the chase all over again.
It only came to an end when Kaela ordered Omari to flip and face the alien ships. Taigo fired the three missiles they had aboard and left them to drift toward their pursuers.
Luck wasn’t exactly on their side. One of the Shican fighters impacted the first stealth missile. Surprisingly, that was enough to get the three ships to scatter and jump away.
The fighters still hung around the area, taking shots, but without their backup, it was easy to avoid them. Once they were far enough away to activate their jump drive, they did, flashing out on a random vector, just outside the system.
“Damage report,” Kaela called as she exhaled in relief. Her heart was still pounding a million miles a minute, and while she always enjoyed the exhilaration that came from the adrenaline rush, that had been far too close for her liking.
“Armor down to ten percent in some spots. One of the drive cones is damaged, but otherwise we escaped relatively intact,” Omari said.
“Ammo?”
“Enough for maybe another half an hour of sustained combat,” Taigo replied.
“Too close,” she muttered under her breath.
“What was that, boss?” Omari asked.
“Nothing. As soon as the FTL drive resets, set a course back to Union space. We need to report this, and I’m not turning on the comm node until we are safely within friendly borders once more.” She really hoped Vitor didn’t get antsy and try to comm her, she didn’t know if the Shican’s ability to determine her location was based solely on an outbound link, or range-based, and she wasn’t in a hurry to find out.
The three ships were either going to attempt to follow her, which should be nearly impossible given their current location and plans to remain well off the beaten path, or they could redouble their efforts to get the gate up and running. Neither was a good option, but she preferred if the fuzzy bastards stuck to the gate.
***
“We have failed to keep the project secret,” Commander Sivarra hissed softly, his head bowed to the floor in front of the display.
Grand Commander Thesska looked down on him, pity and disgust hidden within his perfect features and piercing metallic gaze. Sivarra did his best not to shudder at the thought of those eyes boring into his eternal soul. If the Grand Commander wished him to take his own life, he would do so, and gladly. He kneeled there on the cold, rough floor and waited.
After what seemed like ages, a soft growl escaped the Grand Commander’s mouth. To Sivarra, it sounded like divine justice. The words that followed made his skin crawl.
“Your efforts have been subpar. Your poor bloodlines may mar your lineage, but that is no excuse to fail in your duties. Your forebearers were given dispensation to break off and seek glory, and instead of subduing the technologically inferior humans, they failed utterly. Now you and the three ships under your command are the only ones left of your line.”
Sivarra was smart enough not to ask what had become of the other surviving ships after his great-grandfather's claw was separated from the rest during a battle. They would have returned home in shame and been excised from the records as outcasts. Sivarra’s great-grandfather would have shared the same fate, but the man had been too cowardly to face justice, and instead hid beyond human reach, or so it had been assumed until they came across the one named Xin and captured him, offering him a deal in exchange for his life.
“Do you know how many outsider clans have ever been reinstated into the empire?” Grand Commander Thesska asked, his tone remaining neutral.
Sivarra twitched his ears to indicate that he did not, not wanting to risk raising his head.
The Grand Commander growled softly in annoyance before continuing. “It seems basic knowledge has eroded during your absence from the empire. Let me rectify that. In the last thousand years, only three clans have had their outcast status revoked. They have received this boon because they went out and restored honor to their clan. A recent exception was made for your clan because someone here stumbled upon your reported discovery of an inactive gateway, despite your disgusting experiments with the humans. An interesting way to grow and survive without breaking the laws against outsiders growing their clans through anything but the natural process. Still, you should be ashamed of what you’ve built.”
“I can assure you that I am, Grand Commander,” Sivarra hissed pitifully against the floor, wishing his father were still alive so he could throw all the blame at the man responsible for deciding to work with the humans.
The Grand Commander growled in approval. “Despite your discovery, your inclusion back into the empire was only made possible because the three gates in human space were destroyed. Can you guess how many clans have returned to the Empire twice?”
“None,” Sivarra hissed against the floor.
“Correct,” the Grand Commander replied. “The empire cares nothing for the humans or their pitiful technology. They would have been eradicated when our people required more space to expand. While we don’t care about the humans, we do care about the ones that seem to be protecting them. If we have to kill off every human to flush them out of hiding, we will do so. Your gate will make that job quicker, but it is not necessary, and neither are you. I estimate that you have no more than three months before the humans attempt a counterattack. That gateway must be operational before then. Use the human clones you seem so proud of creating and their ships to prevent them from approaching the system. I am lifting the restrictions on your clan. You may clone yourselves and produce more Shican ships to augment your forces. I am also authorizing a technologue from my own lineage to support your efforts to get the gate operational. She was instrumental in getting the hypergate online on our end. Failure to meet these expectations, and your entire tribe will be outcast, and I will make it my personal mission to hunt you down. Are we clear?”
Sivarra was nearly ill at the proclamation; it was far worse than if he had been ordered to end his own life. He slammed his head against the ground. “I will not fail you.”
Had he gotten the nerve to look up, he would have seen that the Grand Commander had disconnected as soon as he laid out his orders.
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Don't expect many POV's from the Shican side, but I felt it was needed here to fill in a lot of unanswered questions.
Comments
Walle159
Is that why they kill and blow themselves so easily. Since they are clone that been send out as scout
Vlast
It is implied that they have a law against cloning, only natural birth. Or at least lower caste are not allowed to do that, maybe higher ones can.
BookwormLich
Ok, the Shican being rule by a clone-line based caste system was pretty interesting. Let's hope Alex and Eden's End could be prevented about this nasty kittens.
Duke of Coffee
Wise words of John Doe. 😜
Duke of Coffee
So this answers my questions. Shican cloning reminds of the song Let the Bodies hit the Floor~ 😜
Aclys
seems fairly clear the cloning tech is something the Shican use, how else can they be so readily callous and uncaring about the loss of lives on their part, unless they can literally make more by the bucket?
Vlast
>thirty-six light years How much it is in days of travel?
Vlast
It is a theory that Ivan from last chapter is a clone (but if he is - I missed all the clues if there were any), I'm just wandering who this cloning tech belongs to - Shican or previous inhabitants of the planet. While I understand the caution to not use Kcomm right now, seems like just jumping to the space in-between the systems will give Kaela time to relay information. I doubt that ftlcomm-tracking is unlimited distance. She was using it just fine in previous systems. And travel time back would be around a month, no way Vitor won't call her. 😁
John Doe
some men drown while others die of thirst
