M.J. Markgraf
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Blue Star Enterprises Chapter 56
🕑 Added 2024-07-26 12:00:11 +0000 UTCThe small two-man ship floated silently in the system, its passive sensors watching and waiting. Their little vessel stank after having to play scout for two weeks. It probably didn’t help that the individuals inside weren’t the most hygienic at the best of times. It wouldn’t improve anytime soon either as they had another week of monitoring before another ship came to relieve them.
They couldn’t even get drunk anymore because their booze had run out after two days. So the two pirates slept most of the time or played cards, or fought until one was knocked unconscious.
Merkel gently touched his eye where Zarrick, that bastard crewmate of his, had given him a shiner the night before by sucker-punching him. The winner of the fight got to sleep, and the loser got stuck on double duty. Merkel hated watch duty and nodded off a few times during his shift, but now, he was even more tired. His eyes were dragging but the pain in his face kept jerking him awake. When he got back, he would find out who he pissed off to get this shitty assignment and stick a knife in them. Nobody deserved this bullshit.
As he was nodding off again, the console began flashing, jerking him back awake. It took him a moment to focus on the display. That didn’t help. He was forced to use his shirt to rub the grime off the screen to even see what the alert was for. If it was one of those damn patrol ships again, he was going to scream.
What he saw was three distinct jump signatures. Hard not to see them, they were blasting the entire system with their scanners as they flew through.
Their ship was drifting dark with only emergency power on, and they were placed near an asteroid in the inner belt. The chances of spotting them were virtually nonexistent unless those ships got way closer. And he knew they wouldn’t. They had picked this spot specifically because it was outside the travel lane of the scout ships. Well, technically their boss, Arkonis had chosen this spot.
Merkel doubted he would have thought about positioning himself so far away. When he ran down ships, he wanted to be as close as possible to a shipping lane so he could get the jump on his quarry.
He didn’t bother waking Zarrick. Once these ships transitioned through the system, he would get them moving. If Zarrick questioned it, he would just say they got relieved early so he could claim the bonus for spotting the ships himself. Assuming he could hide the ships from his crewmate. Which probably wouldn’t be hard. Zarrick was a moron.
All three ships were burning hard toward STO space. That was good. He figured roughly a day and a half, they would be out of the system, and he could report to the boss. Then maybe he could finally get in on some real action.
***
“Boss!” the communications man yelled. “Scout ships back.”
Arkonis shoved the woman off his lap and sat up in the bridge chair. “They best be reporting good news. If they left their post early, shoot them.”
Nobody batted an eye at that.
“They say the mercenaries pulled out three days ago.”
“Bout damn time!” Arkonis clapped his hands and laughed. “Call in everyone, it’s time for a raid!”
He got up from his seat and grabbed the affronted woman he had shoved aside.
The woman glared at him, she was certainly no delicate flower like his brother liked them. No, she was a pirate, just like him. “Call me when we are underway!” he yelled back into the bridge as he led the angry woman back to his cabin.
***
“If our informant screwed up these orbital paths, I’ll string the bastard up myself when we land. Make sure you double-check the math.” The contact had sold them information on how many people were down there, the types of defenses in place, and even a general location of where they were. It was a bounty of information he would kill for on any raid. Not that Arkonis wasn’t about to trust someone who was willing to sell out their own people for a measly hundred thousand credits.
“I will boss! Although our friend here knows what’ll happen to him if he tries to fudge the numbers, don’t ya?” The pirate enforcer smiled a gap-toothed smile at the man chained to the pilot’s station. The man nodded frantically and the rest of the crew laughed.
Their pilot had been a recent acquisition along with another ship. Arkonis had trained pilots, but it was hard to beat a former STO Navy pilot. The man took a bit to break before he fell in line, but those days of defiance were over. It was so much quieter now that the man didn’t have his tongue to flap around.
“Jump in ten,” his enforcer called out. “Alert the rest of the fleet to wait ten minutes and to stagger their jumps. I don’t want any hot-headed bastards giving our positions away. We need to deal with their weapons before they become a problem.”
“Orders sent.”
Arkonis smiled as the stars twisted around them and they vanished from the system. When they reappeared two hours later, they were facing a large gas giant, far enough away that their field hadn’t been destabilized too much.
“Report!” he ordered.
“We are behind the largest planet in the system. If the orbital chart was correct, the planet should be on the opposite side of the system. There’s no way they could pick up our inbound jump with the planet masking it.”
“Good, set a trajectory and go dark. We will coast in nice and slow. Once we see nothing has changed, we’ll launch our present.”
The ship moved and was soon on an intercept course for Eden’s End. As they closed the distance, their passive sensors began to get a better visual of what awaited them.
“Looks mostly the same. But the station is much larger than our informant claimed. I don’t see any armaments on it, but we are still too far out to tell for sure.”
Arkonis frowned at this, he didn’t like surprises. “Show me the station.”
A grainy image appeared on the holo display. Arkonis almost laughed when he saw the standard design. “It’s a refueling and dumping station. I doubt it’ll have weapons. But that does help us out. Anything else to note?”
“Nothing we can see. The same asteroids where they hid their camera are floating in orbit. No ships around the planet. Our man did say an ore hauler had entered the system, but I’m not picking it up on our passives. Maybe it left with the mercenaries? Can’t imagine why it would stick around.”
“Once we engage scan the system. I don’t want them sneaking up on us.”
The slow passage across the system was nearly unbearable, but they needed to get closer to deliver their gift.
After a day, he finally heard what he had been waiting for. “We’re in range to fire.”
“Well, let’s not keep them waiting,” Arkonis smiled evily.
The ship shuttered multiple times as missile tubes opened up and the rails launched their payload at the slowest possible speed. A total of twelve missiles left the ship, two for each orbital railgun. Thirty seconds later, one last missile left the ship. The ship was on an intercept course for the planet, and the missile would coast ahead of them, slowly gaining distance to arrive ahead of them. When it was time, they would light their engines and streak toward their targets.
The people of Eden’s end would see the weapons at that point, but by then it would be too late. Assuming their inside man had done his job correctly, there wouldn’t be a single orbital railgun left standing. Arkonis hedged his bets though. That was what the last missile was for. If it wasn’t needed, it could be retrieved and set into safe mode again.
It was a shame he had to destroy the powerful weapons, he could have easily repurposed them for his flagship. Then maybe he could carve out a chunk in his brother’s new empire. Or get rid of him and take it all for himself. Arkonis smiled. It was good to have goals.
***
Alexander was working on his engine design when the facility shook slightly. Then it shook again and again. It didn’t take him long to figure out it was the railguns firing. An even louder boom shook the facility a moment later, followed by two more before facility alarms finally went off. Then he heard the smaller railguns burst to life, their muted booms shaking the walls as they sent hypersonic darts at something.
The overhead crackled to life but fell silent as the room went dark. All of the station power had been knocked offline.
As this was happening, a red warning flashed across Alexander’s internal display.
[WARNING EMP DETECTED!]
All of this had happened in the span of twenty seconds. His mind quickly caught up to what was going on and he rushed out of the room to find Yulia. The entire facility was eerily quiet until emergency lights and power started to return. He tried the small radio he carried, but it was dead. He wondered how he was still alive. An EMP should have shut him down. Especially one powerful enough to disable power in the facility. And the fact that the guns had fallen silent was not a good sign.
“Pirate attack! Get to the shelters!” someone screamed over the comm system as it crackled back to life.
Red flashing lights and alarms began to blare across the facility as people rushed to safety.
“Alexander, report to security,” Damien said over the comm, obviously replacing the hysterical man from before.
Dammit! He didn’t have time to rush to security, he needed to find Yulia. He realized without even knowing where to start, trying to find her could be a waste of very precious time. Against his better judgment, he turned down the next path and raced for the security station. Damien would not have called on him if it wasn’t important.
He arrived at the room a few minutes later. “What’s going on?”
“Pirates hit three of the orbital railguns. We took out the rest of the missiles but the bastards set off a nuke in orbit,” the man stated grimly. “The resultant EMP forced a system reset.”
“The external defenses!” Alexander stated in realization. With the facility’s ancient computer core in the process of being rebuilt by Lucas, Alexander hadn’t seen fit to connect it to the facility's power grid. That and the cost of running that much high-voltage cable to the gun pits. It had been much more efficient to just hook up his batteries to an array of solar panels. The batteries for the guns stored enough power to empty the magazines, so recharging them quickly really wasn’t all that important for him. He was regretting that decision now.
“All down. Your fancy new internal defenses as well.”
“What do we have for weapons?” Alexander asked instead of freaking out. If he could get out there, he could reset one of the guns.
“The pulse rifles should still work. However, they won’t do much against pirates with nukes.”
“If they were willing to nuke the facility, they wouldn’t have detonated it in orbit. They want something, and my guess is that something has to do with me.”
Damien grunted in agreement. “If I thought the pirates would simply leave us be if they got to you, I might be inclined to step aside and let them.”
“How very shrewd,” Alexander responded coldly.
The man shrugged. “If they wanted me and it would save the rest of the people here, wouldn’t you do the same?”
“…”
“I thought so,” Damien smirked slightly. “At least that makes you human.”
“You need more weapons.”
“Preferably. But I doubt you have time to print more, even if the printers came back online.”
“They didn’t,” he replied. Or at least he hadn’t bothered to check on them before he left to search for Yulia before being called here. “But we have CQB rifles at all the entrance turrets. Get your people down to the entrances and have them pry the turrets open. The rifles should be easy enough to remove, but they aren’t exactly set up for standard use. Still, it’ll be better than trying to stun the pirates.”
The man nodded and sent out another communication over the station comm. “We can only hope people are in those areas. It’s not like they can communicate back with us unless they get to a nearby terminal.
Alexander nodded, but the man just looked at him. He realized his holo-projector was burned out in the attack. Not this again, he groaned internally. “Do the best you can. Do you know where Yulia might be or how long we have?”
“If your daughter was smart, she would have headed to her designated bunker. I don’t have enough people to send them on a wild goose chase looking for your daughter… I’m sorry. As for when the pirates arrive, no clue. We don’t exactly have an uplink anymore. My guess is they would have waited well back of their detonation though. So ten to fifteen minutes before ships start descending from orbit.”
The man’s rebuke over his daughter stung, but he was right. It didn’t make Alexander want to punch him in the face any less though. Before he could do something rash, he stomped out of the security room. This was no time to start a fight.
“Where are you going?” Damien asked.
“To try and reset one of the railguns. Unless you think the pirates will simply sit back and let us kill them while they have a ship in orbit overhead?”
The man had no response to that and Alexander picked up speed as he raced down the hallway as fast as his servos would carry him. He had never gone full out with this body, it was time to put it to the test.
As the walls blurred past him, he focused on the problem at hand. There was no tunnel leading to the railguns, which meant he needed to head outside. He had separated them from the facility to protect it in case they failed catastrophically. He never figured the failure would have been caused by pirates. If they survived this attack, he would need to address that oversight as soon as possible. Having to go onto the surface to fix a weapon platform while under attack seemed like a monumentally stupid idea. Alexander hoped he could reset the connection to the turret.
The exit door came up fast and Alexander was forced to slow as he encountered his first obstacle. The door control was burned out. He ripped a panel off the wall with a screech of tearing metal and reached for the manual release. The rachet-style mechanism was slow as hell, but he was glad it was there. After thirty seconds, he finally got the doors open wide enough so he could pass through.
The sun was beginning to set and Alexander could see the remnants of the electromagnetic disturbance over the facility from the detonation. The shockwaves resembled an aurora. He didn’t stand around to admire them as he raced across the landing pad and toward one of the railguns.
As he raced across the space, he could see two black clouds on the far side of the facility. And one in the distance. He zoomed in on the cloud. He could see broken solar panels and the twisted wreckage of the gun sticking out. They had indeed managed to target the guns. But not all of them thankfully. The thin lines of smoke rising in the distance must have been the remaining missiles.
He quickly added them up, including the three impacts he heard. There was a total of twelve. Someone had used enough weapons to ensure two per gun. If the smaller guns hadn’t come online, all of the weapons would have been turned into twisted scrap. There was no way they could fire and reload fast enough to stop two missiles simultaneously. That meant someone knew everything about the defenses. They had a traitor.
With that chilling realization, he pushed his body even harder, getting angry orange messages popping up in his vision. He ignored them. Alexander thought about trying to get the landing pad guns back online, but he only had time to reactive one gun. While it would deter any landing for a short time, the turrets wouldn’t be able to do anything about the ships in orbit. Sooner or later they would destroy it and come down.
As he neared the pit, he thanked whoever was on duty in the security room for being diligent. Any delay and the guns may not have even activated and he would either be sprinting toward a burning pit or a sealed weapon hatch.
Alexander jumped down the service ladder at the side of the gun, falling forty feet and landing with a loud boom as he hit the grating at the bottom of the pit. The metal caved in below his weight but he simply yanked his legs out of the hole and ran to the main breaker.
He flicked it back on, but all he heard was a loud buzzing. There was no sign of movement from the weapon overhead. He quickly thought about the problem. The buzzing meant the power was working. The capacitors would also need time to recharge from the batteries, they were designed to dump their energy into a grounded connection if the breaker tripped so they didn’t damage the wiring. But there should still be enough power to move the gun. The fact it wasn’t moving, meant the fuses in the gun itself had popped. Alexander designed them to be sensitive to power spikes to prevent any damage to the weapons. He would need to redesign them to take into account EMPs apparently.
He flipped the breaker back off before he ran over to a nearby cabinet and tore it open since he didn’t have time to enter the code. He grabbed two of the massive replacement fuses and hurried over to the gun. Normally the weapon would be in standby mode for changing these out. The fact it wasn’t in this mode would have been a real issue for anyone who wasn’t an eight-foot-tall robot. He would have to correct that in the next design as well.
Alexander yanked the service panel off and pulled the blown fuses out, replacing them with the two new ones. Then he ran back over and flipped the breaker back on.
The gun jerked into motion before settling back into storage mode. “What! No, move dammit!”
He turned to the maintenance terminal and saw the gun was resetting due to numerous faults detected.
He cursed himself for having built these failsafes into the gun as he climbed the ladder back out of the pit. The gun would take time to ensure all the systems tested green before it would activate again. But they didn’t have time.
As he exited the pit, he could already see the telltale streaks of shuttles descending from orbit. Without enhancing his vision, he could even see a ship hovering in low orbit. There was no more time to get other guns working. Alexander rushed back to the facility door and shut it behind him just as he heard the flare of engines.
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Looks like the schedule will remain the same. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter.
Comments
Shmooggie
Ooh, pirate attack!
Hammy
TFTC Good edit imo.
ShadeByTheSea
I wrote a giant rant, but you don't need that negativity. It's your story to tell and it doesn't have to work for everyone.
melchi
Like the captain friend said many characters ago, getting burned for playing in a space dominated by entrenched parties was supposed to be a lesson about the world.
melchi
I agree, without help from someone who is in a place of power to deter the pirates this would be the eventually situation.
Merlin's Fan
Devil's Advocate here, what if it is such common knowledge that they expected him to put it into his design? Maybe the current designs do have all of this information. Alexander here is from our time, and can think at the speed of a robot, with its capacity, but is still limited by his era.
Merlin's Fan
I believe there would have to be some circuitry in order to be able to open gates and tell it what to do but hey. Also an EMP is capable of blowing every fuse, because they're already at their rating maximum... In a perfect world, which this isn't.
Armo
Hm. I think a lot of people have already said that this feels narratively unsatisfying, but so many things do that when they go wrong. I won’t hold that as a major issue. I can buy an advanced EMP disabling the facility at this stage. However, I do expect it to be more rare than not considering it didn’t come up with the Hawks. Then again, worse oversights have happened. It will be interesting to see how Alex adapts after this. Maybe you shouldn’t be doing groundbreaking work which you know others will kill to take before actually making sure your defense system can protect you? Alexander has never built or designed an orbital defense system before. Neither has he had to really think about how to make a facility robustly secure. I can cut him some slack on the critical mistakes he has made. I’ve already talked about his lack of missile defense and ground forces component, which is a much bigger issue for me than the EMP weakness personally. I think the decision to not make any lethal weapons at least for personal use is braindead stupid - you can’t protect yourself with stationary weapons only. Further, if you can’t trust at least some people on the base with weapons, you have no business trying to coexist in an area without any hope of reinforcements. And with at least one vulnerable dependent, too! Either Alex should have evicted everyone and shipped in security from STO space on a long-term basis or formed a partnership and made contingencies to arm the most trustworthy of the locals. You shouldn’t pussyfoot around with security in hostile space, which this absolutely is. As it is, Alexander just yolo’d onto an insecure planet with no actual security force after the Hawks left. Thank you for the chapter.
Gabriel Melnik
Dude Alexander started ghetto and he is still ghetto. You can make a man rich, but he will always find his cousing who is a hacker and load 300 games for 75 dollars.
melchi
Also, did a quick google search asking "what is not damaged by emp" and someone with military experience said that they tested with nuclear attack levels on consumer electronics, 80% of the things they tested were okay by just restarting them.
melchi
I know this isn't a hard science novel but using the term hardened and not-hardened is a big of a hand way to the science of electromagnetism. The effect that causes problems is described in ampere's law. Simply put, a change in magnetic field produces a current in a circuit. Also, the reverse is true. It is how transformers work. Proximity and geometry would need to be used to describe how much induced current would be in each circuit. But for something to be damaged to the point that it couldn't be fixed with a reset it would have to be enough current that it would heat the wires up enough to damage the device. Again, the requirement to induce a current is that it has to be a circuit, a loop of wire, connected, or something that works like that. The rail guns, as described use capacitor banks to get a higher voltage than what the power source's voltage can actually supply. This is done mechanically, like with a taser, they are charged in pararell (say 10 caps charged to 10V) then you have 10 caps in series and it'll be a short burst of 100V until they are discharged. Also, the _bigger_ the wires they less chance they will be unrecoverably damaged by inducing extra current. 1 Amp of current in micro wires of a phone would smoke it. 1 amp extra in a power line won't do much but maybe mess up the phase for a second. Hardening is sorta a catch all. Someone could build a faraday cage on something but just wrapping it in copper foil. It would be ghetto but it would be something.
melchi
In space miles away is quite close. However I'm a little disappointed that sneaky is so easy in space. There is not much to hide behind in the void.
Overclocked
I mean, I'm also pretty sure FTL travel is also impossible, but it's in your story lol
Null
Thank you for the chapter And I don't think I need to comment my opinion since all other are saying what's on my mind.
Hammy
TFTC, Well written and seeing the pirate perspective was interesting. But I have to agree with the other posters. Even in today world, critical Military & infrastructure systems are hardened against EMP. Just all this build up for his defenses and they get wiped out and made pointless. Honestly I was expecting a rock or something to knock out one or two gun placements to make a safe window for the raiders.
Gabriel Melnik
Author, you gotta remember that nukes and EMP are 400 year old technology, and the need to insulate from electromagnetic surges (from solar winds mostly) should have made the technology to shield from EMPs quite mature (taken into consideration that the blast should be stronger than the solar winds that a dwarf star can spew) On that note, the blue dwarf allowing an atmosphere on Edens end is kinda of a iffy given that there are examples of red dwarfs with solar winds 30 times stronger than what Sol spews (The star is called YZ CMi, quite a memorable name I know)
Gabriel Melnik
I got mixed up fission with fusion
Aclys
Well that's the downside of knocking up a defense grid in a month, easy to overlook a possible way to knock it all down a pirate might use. On the plus side, I am eagerly anticipating Alexander figuring out that he's probably a military grade robot.
mmarkgraf212
Um, no. I don't know of any nuke that uses heavy water. And it was noticed eventually, but it was simply too late to stop it from detonating in orbit.
mmarkgraf212
I'm not sure you could even harden railguns against an emp. They are metal rods designed to transmit a magnetic pulse to fire a projectile. Hence the blowout fuses Alexander had to replace. So maybe instead of saying he didn't harden the weapons, it would be better to say the blowout fuses did their job to protect the power systems. And he simply doesn't have time to replace them all. That leaves the internal turrets. Those are operated by his breadboard chips. No way those things are surviving an emp blast.
Dystopics
I think that its a bit unsatisfying for all the work done to build defenses against this exact sort of threat are being no-sold by a (as far as I am aware) never before mentioned threat (Nukes and EMPs). I don't think nukes have been mentioned before, so we don't know if nukes are a common, expected munition - in which case, the lack of EMP hardening feels like a glaring oversight. If this is more of a Mass Effect style setting, where nukes near habitable planets gets enough bad PR from governments that even pirates would think twice about it, it becomes a bit more forgivable, as EMP hardening would be an entire extra level of resource investment of an already precious supply of refined metals, all for what should've been an unlikely avenue of attack.
Peter
Yup, i agree, i think a robot would worry about emp, even if he himself was hardened, he would make the stuff he makes hardened, 1 emp nuke taking out all the defenses is a bit much to believe. If he was human, I could maybe understand this oversight, but he also has many people he consults with and they would likely note this issue.
Gabriel Melnik
Well to be honest, given that nuclear warhead material is literally what fuels the standard ship, a nuke should have been seen from a mile away. The EMP shouldn't have worked.
Overclocked
Sorry but I have to call bullshit. Your telling me he didn't harden his defenses against EMP, even when he had mercenary consultants, is a robot, and knew pirates would come. This is just a plot device to drive the story a particular direction. I suggest you rewrite the pirates entrance to have them take fire. Sure you can make it so they eventually win, but that would just make the pirates meaner when they finally land and give more drive to their next actions, whatever that may be.
Gabriel Melnik
Well that sucks.
