Tales from the Service: The Consuming Dark

2953-02-19 – Tales from the Service: The Consuming Dark 

Jerrard MacNeil had just slid back into his bunk and closed his eyes when a deep, reverberating boom, like a huge drum being struck, resonated through the ship. With a groan, he sat back up, totally unsurprised to find that Caroll had not so much as stirred at the noise. Anything could make that sort of noise, from a cargo container being dropped in the main storage bay to an engine access panel being removed, to a pressure compartment failing and blasting its contents out into the void. 

The fact that the echoes trailed away into silence and still there was no alarm suggested that it was one of the mundane sounds that one got used to on a warship. Still, Jerrard’s mind raced through a dozen scenarios where the sound meant disaster but the alarm had not sounded, and even now his fate was being decided by the frantic efforts of the partial third shift crew. 

With a groan, Jerrard got back up, put his duty boots and utility belt back on, and went out into the corridor for the second time in less than an hour. The steady, harsh glare of the main lighting suggested that normalcy reigned all throughout Vashti Mandel, but this did nothing to allay Jerrard’s fears. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he expanded his wristcuff screen and checked the ship-wide status board. Being only an enlisted tech, and off duty to boot, he could see only the general status information, but all of that looked normal. There was nothing seriously wrong with the ship’s systems. 

Even looking at a green status readout, Jerrard still shuddered in aimless horror at the idea that his fate, and the fate of the rest of the crew, was slipping through his fingers. Once again, he headed aft, toward the accessway, but this time he took the steep, spiral stairs down toward Deck Six. If he couldn’t see any sign of trouble from Mandel’s astrogation compartment, perhaps, that would satisfy his nerves. 

Even in the more populous first shift, nobody was normally stationed in astrogation. The compartment at the forward end of the long hallway that ran the length of Deck Six was intended mainly a backup bridge compartment and a position from which to check the ship’s position manually relative to visible stars. During combat, a junior ensign would be positioned there to observe weapons fire forward and to announce fire corrections to the various gunnery stations. 

The heavy blast doors opened, and Jerrard found the compartment dark and empty, as he’d expected. The outward-bowed arc of armor-glass that looked out onto purest void was covered over by its protective metal shutters, despite the astronomical odds of running into anything capable of damaging the tough material. Pulling a chair out from one of the consoles as far as it would extend, he sat down, then pulled up the shutter controls on his wristcuff.  

With a jarring clank, the shutters began to recede downward, giving Jerrard a view of the ship’s hull angling sharply away over his head, shining in the light of its own running lights. Astrogation was on the lowest habitation deck, and it projected out of the armored hull that protected most of the pressurized parts of the ship like the bulbous bow of a seagoing vessel. If one leaned against the armor-glass on either side, one could look down the destroyer’s keel line toward the bulge containing the reactor and gravitic drive. 

As the shutters revealed the emptiness beyond, no stars winked in the darkness. Perhaps if Mandel’s running lights were deactivated, the faint motes of distant supergiant stars would be visible, but the destroyer was near the middle of the Gap – there were no stars within a hundred light years. The closest large star was probably Sagittarius Gate, almost three times that distance. 

Shuddering at the pure, velvety darkness of the void, Jerrard turned his eyes onto what he could see of the ship. Mandel looked as it always did – angular, aggressive, studded with the domed outlines of weapons hidden behind their travel shielding. There was no plume of escaping gas, no corona glow of radiation, no scorch marks or rent hull plates. A proud destroyer of the Confederated Worlds all ablaze with light seemed an affront and an outrage to the emptiness in which it sailed, but what could emerge from a pure void to answer that outrage? 

A few moments of scrutinizing the ship satisfied Jerrard that all was well. Just as he turned away from the view to close the shutters, though, he thought he saw something moving up near the jutting, antenna-studded prow.  

Skin crawling, he looked up again. At first, he saw nothing, but then, as he stared, he saw something barely substantial crawling along the sharp angle where the two sloping armor panels protecting the bow met. It seemed little more than a wisp of dark vapor, but rather than dispersing, it moved with deliberation and purpose, working its way down toward astrogation. 

With a shudder, Jerrard reached for the comms earpiece in his pocket, but his hand froze halfway there. Another wispy thing had just coiled up from below astrogation and was working its way up the rounded armor-glass, invisible but for a faint glittering as its diffuse substance scattered the illumination of the running lights. This one, he could see, wasn’t an entity, not really. It was long, sinuous, and branched, a squirming, forked tentacle feeling out the surface it had touched. 

Even as he realized this, Jerrard spotted another, then another, squirming against the hard, bright hull of Mandel. They seemed to have their roots in the void itself, as if these were the alien fingers of the Gap itself.  

Jerrard found himself holding his breath. He had a sudden mental picture of the very void awakened in the form of an elder god of legend and curiously feeling out the prey which had come to it. What nightmares could possibly live in such a place? What would such a being do to the ship? To its crew? 

As if in answer to that question, a reddish orb blinked into existence out in the darkness where there was nothing to give it scale. It was not insubstantial, like the tendrils; it was wetly solid, uniform but with a suggestion of darkness deeper than any void dwelling at its center. It was, Jerrard knew, a great eye, or something much like one. He tried to cry out, to flee deeper into the ship but under its gaze, he could not rise, and could make no sound. That gaze seemed to drill through him, peeling back each layer of skin, muscle, bone, mind, and soul, examining and discarding each in an instant. There seemed to be a whispered voice chanting, but there was no rhythm, nor words, only a deep and sinister meaning. 

With a stard, Jerrard sat up, panting and drenched in sweat. He was in his bunk again – had he ever left it? Dean Caroll still slumbered on above him, oblivious to all.  

While I do not doubt the accuracy of Mr. MacNeil’s story, I attribute it only to the stresses of insomnia, a common problem among Gap spacers. He too thinks this more than likely a nightmare – there was no sign on any of the ship’s sensors or cameras of any of what he describes, and Mandel after all completed its patrol and put in here at Sagittarius Gate afterwards – but he has found other Gap spacers who have had similar enough dreams that he is not quite sure. 

Commonality among the nightmares of minds oppressed by the Gap transit should not surprise us, of course. We would be only too excited to report a credible account of some new xenolife encounter in the deep void of the Gap – such an event would challenge what we know about the limits of life and consciousness – but none of the sensational rumors of this can be traced to anything more substantial than Mr. MacNeil’s nightmare. 

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Tales from the Service: The Dreaming Gap

2953-02-19 – Tales from the Service: The Dreaming Gap 

The supply line for Seventh Fleet is dependent on a tenuous link: the relatively small group of haulers that move cargo across the Gap from Maribel to Sagittarius Gate.  

Obviously many things are now being made here in Sagittarius Gate from locally sourced materials, but spacers, troops, and well more than half of all military goods still need to be moved here from the Orion arm (and most of that comes from depots in the Core Worlds). As we have discussed here before, the Gap crossing is dangerous; there are no ports of call one can limp to on a faulty drive. Keeping to a directed course when no local stars provide easy fixes for navigation between jumps is incredibly challenging, and a search for a missing ship that did not keep exactly to its directed course is all but impossible.  

To date, three large cargo ships have gone missing on the Gap run, and their entire compliment of spacers – 138 – are presumed dead. The causes of these losses remain unknown, but equipment failure the crews could not repair with onboard materials seems the most likely culprit. 

Despite the unlikeliness of rescue missions, the Confederated Navy does maintain a search and patrol squadron for the Gap crossing, namely Force 57. Currently commanded by Admiral Erasmus Gray from the old but reliable cruiser Beringean, this squadron is in at least as much danger as the core elements of either of the engaged battle fleets, despite the fact that it has not, at least to my knowledge, ever fired a shot in anger. 

Most of the vessels in Force 57 are older vessels with a reputation for reliability and have had some of their armaments removed and replaced with additional redundancy in their life support and drive systems.  

A spacer aboard one of these vessels, the frigate Vashti Mandel, sent us this account of the toll this duty takes on spacers. I see no reason to doubt its accuracy. 

Jerrard MacNeil slipped out of his bunk and dressed in the darkness, making as little noise as possible. It hardly mattered; the occupant of the top bunk was Dane Caroll, a rather heavy sleeper. Jerrard could have drop-kicked his duty boots across their shared cabin and Caroll would be unaffected. 

As soon as he had buckled his duty belt and turned on his datapack, Jerrard slipped out into the corridor and headed aft, not quite sure where he was going. Mandel was not a particularly large ship, so he considered simply climb one of the accessways, walk across an upper deck, and then head back down to the crew quarters. That would give his thoughts time to settle, and maybe when he got back he could sleep. 

It being the middle of third shift, the ship’s corridors were almost deserted. Though it was a warship in wartime, Mandel didn’t maintain a full round-the-clock crew compliment; shaving down the number of spacers aboard meant that the ship’s supplies lasted longer. Out in the Gap, range and time between resupplies were far more important than combat readiness time. 

The slimmed-down crew was also why Jerrard only had one room-mate. Theoretically, a wartime crew for Mandel would be housed four to a cabin. His cousin was aboard a destroyer attached to one of the Fifth Fleet battlewagons, and probably did have to share a living space with three other spacers. Jerrard shuddered at the idea. Service on such a little ship was claustrophobic enough. 

Sleep had all but eluded Jerrard for the past three shipboard days and nights. When he did sleep, his rest was plagued with strange nightmares, visions of sinuous monsters slithering through the void, coiling around the ship, or around him personally, and tightening their grip. Jerrard had heard of spacers letting the all-but-starless void of the Gap get to them, but he’d barely glanced out any of the viewports since they’d left Miskarney three weeks ago. Merely knowing the Gap was out there, that the ship was drifting in the purest void known to human exploration, seemed sufficient to activate his imagination, and his duties aboard ship, apparently, weren’t keeping his mind off it enough. 

In one sense, Jerrard knew that the Gap was the most predictable place one could operate a spaceship. There was nothing there to encounter, not even clouds microscopic dust that could etch the hull – as long as Mandel didn’t break down or run out of supplies, the patrol would be as uneventful as the last three.  

In another sense, Jerrard also knew that the Gap had an eerie reputation for swallowing ships whole. A third large hauler had disappeared a few weeks back, and the number of smaller vessels lost on the crossing had surpassed one hundred some time the previous year. In his own experience, equipment seemed more likely to break on Gap runs than anywhere else, and when things did break out in the Gap, they tended to break more catastrophically. Jerrard could imagine no rational reason for this to be, but he’d heard other gap crews tell of similar experiences. 

Perhaps it was time to go down to the ship’s pharmacy and requisition sleeping pills. Jerrard considered this as he climbed two decks up the aft accessway. He couldn’t simply tough out the insomnia forever, not without it affecting his work. He spent eight hours a day in engineering, and even though the gravitic drive on which he worked was unlikely to see much hard use, he would be punished if he slipped up from fatigue and damaged the system. 

On deck two, Jerrard exited the accessway and nearly ran into a pair of technicians who’d who had pulled up one of the deck panels and were tinkering with some system exposed beneath. The pair barely glanced up at him, but that slight glance showed him deeply shadowed, red-rimmed eyes that probably mirrored his own. Jerrard sidled past them as they returned their attention to their work and continued down the corridor, past the gunnery stations, the empty compartments where additional gunnery stations had once been installed, the shear-screen control station, and a few other combat duty compartments. Most of the doors on deck two were kept closed at all times, which was why he’d picked this level for his idle walking, but now he wished they were open, so he could see if everyone on duty in the middle of the shipboard night was as fatigue-bleary as he and those technicians. Idly, he wondered if everyone aboard was suffering from low-level insomnia as he was. Perhaps it was just a consequence of working out in the Gap, that one’s mind became oppressed. 

Jerrard shook off this thought as he reached the forward accessway and began to descend. Surely that was nonsense. More likely, to most everyone aboard, the Gap patrols were a safe but dull duty, doing their unglamorous part for the war effort. After all, the oppression was all in his head, wasn’t it? The nightmares were just that. There were no horrors in the Gap, except the ones spacers brought with them. 

Jerrard had almost convinced himself of this by the time he returned to his own cabin door. With a sigh, he slipped back inside. 

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Tales from the Service: A View From Headquarters, Part 12

2953-02-12 – Tales from the Service: A View From Headquarters, Part 12

This week we continue with the conversation whose transcript was published in part last week. As always, excepts from the recording can be viewed on our main datasphere hub. 

This interview was conducted in-person aboard the battleship Philadelphia in the Sagittarius Gate system on 2 February. 

D.L.C. - Duncan Chaudhri is a junior editor and wartime head field reporter for Cosmic Background.      

N.T.B. - Nojus Brand is a long-time explorer, datasphere personality, and wartime field reporter for Cosmic Background.     

K.T.K. - Captain Kenneth Kempf is the Naval Intelligence attaché to Seventh Fleet commander Admiral Shun Abarca.   

S.R.A. - Admiral Shun R. Abarca is the commander of Seventh Fleet. 

[N.T.B.] - Something about that bothers me. The idea that we’d sacrifice ships and spacers in an offensive meant entirely as a diversion to prevent Nate from attacking a third party. 

[S.R.A.] - I understand to a point, but is that not already what we are doing with Force 73? The offensive I speak of would have more concrete objectives that advance our cause directly than those assigned to that group. 

[N.T.B.] - Hmm... 

[D.L.C.] - Operational decisions partly based on what’s good for our allies is nothing new. I was only a teenager then, but I followed the Brushfire War almost religiously, and that was a big part of the challenge that made Third Fleet divide its forces, as I recall. 

[S.R.A.] - Indeed. Much has been said about the decisions made in that conflict, about the decision to protect Cold Refuge at the expense of immediate pursuit of the ships that destroyed Nova Paris. In the end, though, I don’t know anyone who was actually there who has come out to criticize the command decisions of the campaign. Not even the hothead cruiser captains like Bosch and Meyer, who spend most of the campaign bombarding fleet command with requests for more aggressive maneuvers, wanted any part of the post-hoc debate. 

[N.T.B.] - Bosch? As in, the same Captain Samuel Bosch who’s out there commanding Force 73 now? 

[K.T.K.] - Er, yes. You didn’t know he served in the Brushfire? 

[N.T.B.] - Well I’d heard he did, but I didn’t realize he was a cruiser captain even back then. He must have been what, twenty-three T-years? 

[K.T.K.] - Something like that. Third Fleet had very young cruiser captains at the time. Five light cruiser commands were held by officers under the age of thirty. 

[N.T.B.] - Sunfire. That’s too damned young.  

[S.R.A.] - Perhaps it was. Only one of the five was promoted captain anything larger than a light cruiser before outbreak of the current hostilities. Bosch, in particular, held the same command for more than a decade, excepting a couple of terms teaching at the Academy. 

[D.L.C.] - I thought that had more to do with the Yaxkin City incident. 

[S.R.A.] - I have talked to his previous commanding admirals, and I do not think that is the case. Regardless, whatever reservations anyone held of his suitability for higher command, they died when he held the Lost Squadrons together. 

[N.T.B.] - I suppose they would. But really, I didn’t know anyone was allowed to be a full captain that young. 

[S.R.A.] - It is certainly not common. The 2930s were a different time, though. There were too many officers near retirement, and not enough at the middle of their careers. Some commands had to be given to young spacers who may not have been ready. 

[D.L.C.] - Seems like that was mostly addressed leading up to this war, at least. 

[S.R.A.] - Yes. Wartime re-enrollment of reservists will do that. Sadly, enlistees cannot fill officer roles, at least not in any reasonable time. 

[D.L.C.] - I see. 

[S.R.A.] - To return to Mr. Brand’s original concern, we were inevitably going to initiate an offensive at some point. The specific timing and direction of this offensive will be planned with our allies in mind. Confederated spacers will not be sacrificed in purely diversionary attacks, but this is war. Many lives will be lost before it is over. 

[N.T.B.] - Yes, that part I know only too well. 

[D.L.C.] - What do you think that attack will look like? Do we know enough about the Incarnation home worlds for them to be the next step? 

[K.T.K.] - We know enough about them to know they will be a step, and have some idea of how to tackle them. But they are not the next step. 

[S.R.A.] - While we are still not certain which systems are the most important within Incarnation space, we do know that the distances involved are such that we cannot simply take the whole fleet directly there, even if we could guarantee the security of Sagittarius Gate in the meantime. We will need a series of secure outposts that supplies and reinforcements crossing the Gap can follow. 

[K.T.K.] - This is all standard operational parameters, of course. We are not telling you anything here that our foes do not already know. The details, such as they have been planned at this point, must of course remain secret. 

[D.L.C.] - We should expect a series of short offensives to establish bases, then, and to secure them by driving Incarnation forces out of their own forward outposts. 

[S.R.A.] - This process has been ongoing for the better part of two years already.  

[N.T.B.] - Hausen’s World. 

[K.T.K.] - Precisely. Hausen’s was a supply facility for Incarnation forces attacking us here at Sagittarius Gate.  

[D.L.C.] - The enemy won’t just sit back and let you take these outposts, though. Nate will try to defend them. Take them back. Establish new ones. 

[S.R.A.] - This also is ongoing, but we are seeing signs that they are not replacing equipment or personnel as quickly as we can. The Intelligence boys think they are setting up a new forward base right now, but it will probably not be nearly as sophisticated as the one we destroyed at Hausen’s, because they will be unwilling to risk so many lives and so much equipment without heavy defenses. We have our scouting formations out there looking for the new site, obviously. 

[N.T.B.] - You’d think they’d be able to raise up a new supply depot out of the dirt of any world they chose in a few days, with all the nanotechnology they use. 

[S.R.A.] - They probably can, at least the buildings. But who will staff it? Where will its inventory of food, parts, and weapons come from? Not even the Incarnation can form these things out of bare rock. 

[[D.L.C.] - Rumors tell another story. 

[K.T.K.] - Rumors are often the product of fear exaggerating the facts. Despite having some advantages in fabrication technology, the Incarnation does seem by all metrics to be falling behind us in war production. If this is not apparent, it is because of the long travel time of supplies across the Gap. But their forces on the far side are suffering from the same problem, as they face the better-supplied Fifth Fleet. 

[D.L.C.] - That’s encouraging. 

 

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Tales from the Service: A View From Headquarters, Part 11

2953-02-05 – Tales from the Service: A View From Headquarters, Part 11  

Though it has been nearly two years since we’ve done a proper sit down with Admiral Abarca, I doubt any of you have felt left out of Seventh Fleet’s confidence in that time. Both Nojus and I have met with the admiral on many occasions, and spoken with him many more times at official functions. He is very familiar with the press pool here at Sagittarius and his staff is far more responsive than Admiral Zahariev’s was when we were embedded with Fifth Fleet. As long as we imperil no military secrets, he is only too happy to answer our queries. 

When we reached out with a list of questions about the Kyaroh front and Force 73, the admiral suggested we sit down for an official interview to answer them. As is common for this sort of conversation, you can view video excerpts of the interview on the main Cosmic Background datasphere hub. 

This interview was conducted in-person aboard the battleship Philadelphia in the Sagittarius Gate system on 2 February. 

D.L.C. - Duncan Chaudhri is a junior editor and wartime head field reporter for Cosmic Background.      

N.T.B. - Nojus Brand is a long-time explorer, datasphere personality, and wartime field reporter for Cosmic Background.     

K.T.K. - Captain Kenneth Kempf is the Naval Intelligence attaché to Seventh Fleet commander Admiral Shun Abarca.   

S.R.A. - Admiral Shun R. Abarca is the commander of Seventh Fleet.  

[D.L.C.] - Good afternoon Admiral Abarca. And you, Captain Kempf. Thank you for sitting down with us today. 

[S.R.A.] - Always a pleasure, gentlemen.  

[N.T.B.] - The situation is very different than when we last sat down, isn’t it? 

[K.T.K.] - How so, Mr. Brand? 

[N.T.B.] - Seventh Fleet has been on the offensive for the better part of two years. The perimeter is steadily expanding, and things are safe enough here at the Gate that you’ve sent some of your best cruisers off to Kyaroh space. 

[S.R.A.] - It is true that Force 73 contains some of our most modern vessels, but this was due to the needs of the mission, not because we did not have other uses for them. The dire situation the Kyaroh and our other Sagittarius-native allies find themselves in demanded attention. 

[K.T.K.] - It is no secret that the cruisers of Force 73 would have been the forward mobile operating force of our next major offensive. The planetary assaults of last year, though important, were small affairs by the standards of what this fleet can do when it is massed. 

[D.L.C.] - I’d guessed that, since few of the battleships in the fleet have seen much action since raids on Sagittarius Gate itself have become rare. Ashkelon hasn’t even been out of system since- 

[K.T.K.] - Let’s not be too specific about that on the record. Suffice to say that most of the battlewagons are spending most of their time close to home port.  

[S.R.A.] - They do get out occasionally, as you well know, but we like to avoid discussing the specifics of these operations on public media. You understand I’m sure. 

[D.L.C.] - Of course, Admiral. My apologies. 

[S.R.A.] - Returning to the topic of the day, Force 73, I do not like Mr. Brand’s characterization that it is an offensive maneuver. The force’s mission is to spoil enemy attacks on Kyaroh colonies, not to go on the offensive in the deep Corward flank of Incarnation space. It only appears as an offensive because the force is deployed so far forward relative to our own holdings. 

[N.T.B.] - Of course the tactical objective is defensive, but surely you think of it as a strategic offensive, Admiral? That’s how all the analysts are reading it. 

[S.R.A.] - I do not keep up with the opinions of the datasphere analysts. If you are characterizing them correctly, I disagree. Force 73’s mission is a defensive one only, at the tactical, operational, and strategic level. Logistics prohibit it from being anything else. 

[D.L.C.] - Lack of logistics seems like a more accurate assessment. 

[S.R.A.] - Indeed. A force not properly supplied can hardly be on the offensive, but it can get in the way and disrupt enemy operations. We cannot supply any offensive along that avenue. 

[N.T.B.] - Why would you tell us that, if the enemy can read this interview same as the people back home? 

[K.T.K.] - The Incarnation knows this already. It does not help their situation. They can withdraw their forces from Kyaroh space without real concern that Force 73 is in their flank, but to do so takes the pressure off the Kyaroh themselves. Eventually, they will have to do this anyway. 

[S.R.A.] - As it is, their expenditure of forces on at least three fronts – it may be more, as we do not know if there are other peoples in Sagittarius who are similarly suffering – is quite baffling. If the Incarnation focused all its ships and troops on us here at Sagittarius Gate, they would stand the best chance of breaking our fortress and securing the Sagittarius Arm against us. I think that they do not know when to cut their losses. To wield their whole strength in one place, they would need to surrender their gains in the Coreward Frontier and abandon their claims in Kyaroh space. 

[N.T.B.] - Baffling in that a Confederated leader would make different decisions? Yes, I suppose it would be. But quite like Nate from what we know of him. 

[S.R.A.] - What we know of our enemy is a bundle of contradictions. You could predict any course of action and have grounds for it. This is perhaps their greatest intelligence success; we know much about their equipment and tactics, but little about the motives and tendencies of their leaders on the strategic level. 

[D.L.C.] - Your candor in this is refreshing as always, Admiral Abarca. But do you think you are saying too much? 

[S.R.A.] - I am not saying too much, Mr. Chaudhri. If I was, Mr. Kempf would have stopped me. What this fleet regards as sensitive information has not been exposed. 

[D.L.C.] - So do you expect the Incarnation fleet to withdraw from Kyaroh suppression activities? And if it did, would Force 73 return to the main body of the fleet? 

[S.R.A.] - I think eventually their forces will withdraw, but it will not be soon, nor will it be all at once. They will not simply surrender that angle in their conquests, even though that would be the coldly rational thing to do once they are brought to a halt. 

[N.T.B.] - And at some point, the level of forces that way will be low enough that the Kyaroh won’t need our ships anymore. 

[S.R.A.] - Eventually. But at that point, once again, there is a decision point where the enemy is impossible to predict. If our ships departed, the enemy might redouble his efforts there all over again unless his forces were pinned down elsewhere. 

[D.L.C.] - Which means offensives – real ones – to pin them down elsewhere, right? Make them defend things they care about more than Kyaroh systems. 

[S.R.A.] - We shall see. I certainly hope we can do that without exposing Sagittarius Gate itself. 

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