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the adrenaline leaving your system,” said Cole as he took a seat beside Sheridan. “It happens to all of us.”

Sheridan glanced over and saw that Cole’s hands were as steady as a rock. “You’re not shaking.”

“I’ve learned to deal with it, doesn’t mean I wasn’t scared.”

Sheridan made sure that none of the Marines could hear him. Quietly, he said, “I’d never seen a dead body before today. It’s not something they prepare you for at the academy.”

Cole nodded. “There’s plenty they don’t prepare you for. Wait until it’s one of your own men. Trust me, it’s an awful feeling you never really get over.”

Sheridan shuddered. He decided to change the topic. “Did you get what the captain was after?”

“I sure did. Sir, did the man you found have any ID on him?”

“None that I could see.”

Cole slapped Sheridan on the back. “Come on, sir, let’s get changed and go see the captain.”

Chapter 5

With less than two hours to go before they arrived at their destination, Captain Lefol studied the computer logs downloaded from the California. The attack on the convoy had been carried out with surgical precision. First, the freighter had struck a cloaked mine, disabling her engines. When the frigate Orion stopped the convoy to allow the crippled vessel to make repairs, they were hit by a Kurgan raiding party. Once the Orion was taken out of action, the remainder of the ships in the convoy were picked off one by one as they tried to escape. She made a note to inform her superiors to abandon any ship that couldn’t keep up with the others from now on. It was a cold move, but one she knew would guarantee a greater chance of survival for the others.

After handing over the bridge to her first officer, Lefol headed down to the medical bay to check on the patient brought over from the California. She found the ship’s doctor checking the sleeping man’s vitals.

“How is he doing?” she asked the doctor.

“He’ll live,” replied the doctor, a dumpy, redheaded man with a strong Scottish accent.

“Did you find any identification on him?”

The doctor handed her the man’s ID discs.

“Tartov,” said Lefol as she read the man’s discs. “Is he in the fleet medical database?”

“Yes, he’s listed as a Petty Officer Third Class. He has no history of ill health. Unless he changed jobs recently, he’s a computer technician.”

“Do you think he’ll be coming around soon?”

The doctor shook his head. “He’s got enough drugs in him to knock out a horse. He’ll be out for at least another twelve to twenty-four hours.”

Lefol bit her lip. She’d hoped the man would be up well before that. They were heading into a dangerous situation, and she needed answers. “Okay, thanks, Doc. Please let me know the instant he wakes up. I have a few questions I’d like him to answer.”

“Can do. Is there anything else I can help you with, Captain?”

Lefol shook her head and left the room. Finding survivors on stricken ships was not unheard of. What dug at her was the fact that he was the only one wearing a survival suit when the ship was attacked. She couldn’t believe that it was just a coincidence. There was more to the story than anyone knew and that bothered her.

In the mess hall, Sheridan and Cole sat silently at their table eating a light meal of soup and sandwiches. The usual loud banter between the young Marines had evaporated. After returning to the ship, the Marines who had ventured over to the California came back with tales of horror and devastation. The brutal reality of war had just begun to sink in.

“Sir, shall I have the men ready for action when we arrive at Illum Prime?” asked Cole.

Sheridan nodded. He knew that Cole would have given the order anyway; he knew that it was his way of easing him into giving the orders. “Sergeant, since we don’t have a medic with us I’d like a couple of medical packs given to the troops who scored the highest on their combat first aid in training. I’d feel better knowing that we had the med kits with us just in case we need them.”

Cole looked over at the Marines and called out, “Simons, Garcia, draw a med pack each and carry it with you from now on.”

“Yes, Sergeant,” replied both Marines.

Sheridan said, “Sergeant, you picked two women.”

“Sex has nothing to do with it, sir. You wanted the best, and those two Marines are the best combat first aiders we have.”

Sheridan placed his spoon down and looked over at Cole. “Sergeant, a couple of hours ago you said that we’d be lucky to live out the day. Do you still feel that way?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s obvious that the Kurgans have been planning this for years. These strikes deep into our territory are a prelude to an all-out invasion. Illum Prime would make a great staging base for someone planning to take our outer colonies or some of the resource planets. When we arrive in orbit, trust me, we’re going to find a Kurgan Fleet waiting there.”

Sheridan sat there for a second, not sure what to say. Everything Cole said made perfect sense. “If the Kurgans are already at Illum Prime, then why is the captain insisting that we go there?”

“She probably has standing orders that state in the event of war that she must reconnoiter the planet and report what is happening. Sir, you must have studied the last Kurgan War in the academy. What is the first thing the Kurgans would do if they were attacking Illum Prime?”

“They would knock out all of the planet’s satellites, blinding it and making it unable to communicate with anyone in the fleet.”

“Precisely. They can’t send a distress message, so that’s why she has to take a look in order to determine if the planet is under attack.”

“Jesus,” mumbled Sheridan. “There has to be a better way of doing that.”

“If there is, I’m sure the captain would be delighted to hear about it.”

Two hours later, the jump engine switched off and the Churchill came to a sudden stop behind the largest of Illum Prime’s four moons. On the bridge, Captain Lefol ordered the ship’s sensor suite to be turned from active to passive. She didn’t want the Kurgans, if they were in orbit, to realize that they were being scanned. A small probe was launched so Lefol could get a better picture of what was happening on the other side of the moon. The ship’s navigator and helmsman hurriedly computed their escape trajectory should they need to make an emergency jump back to the nearest colony.

“Ma’am, I’m getting a coded message from Fleet Headquarters,” reported the communications officer.

“How old is it?”

“Three days, Captain.”

“Damn,” muttered Lefol under her breath. “I hope this wasn’t for nothing. Decode it and hand it to me immediately.”

On the tactical screen, the image of the probe appeared. Lefol and everyone else held their breath and watched intently as it flew over the top of the large moon they were using for cover. Lefol was counting on the probe giving off such a small signature that the Kurgans would miss it if they were in orbit. 

A couple of seconds later, her worst nightmare was realized when a force of at least one hundred Kurgan ships orbiting the planet came up on the screen. Worse still, the wreckage of several Terran warships floated in space. Kurgan vessels, ranging from a large fighter carrier to dozens of troop transports, had converged to a position directly above Illum Prime’s main city. Lefol clenched her jaw when she saw hundreds of troop shuttles entering the atmosphere. The invasion had begun. 

Illum Prime was on its own.

“Do you have all this?” Lefol asked her first officer.

“Yes, ma’am,” replied the man.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded throughout the ship. 

A computer voice proclaimed loudly, “Warning, incoming missile fire. I say again, incoming missile fire. All hands brace for impact.”

Lefol swore. “Where are they?”

“Two anti-ship missiles coming in from the port side, time to impact fifteen seconds,” announced the weapons officer. With their sensor array turned off they had failed to detect a Kurgan fighter closing in on them.

“Time to jump?” Lefol asked her navigator.

“Ten seconds,” she replied, counting down the time.

“Damn, this is going to be close.”

With one eye on the incoming missiles and the other on the jump clock, Lefol said a silent prayer. A ship her size didn’t have the power to generate a defensive shield like the big capital ships could. If they were hit before they jumped, they were doomed.

“Making the jump now,” calmly announced her helmsman as he depressed a button on his console.

The sound of the ship’s engines kicking in had never sounded sweeter to Lefol’s ears. In the blink of an eye, they jumped away from Illum Prime. Behind them, the Kurgan missiles streaked through the empty space where the Churchill had been a mere second ago.

“God damn it, she’s gonna get us all killed!” shouted out a tall, black-haired Marine as the klaxon alarm blared.

In an instant, Cole stepped over to the soldier, grabbed him by the collar and looked into his frightened eyes. “At ease, Obermman, she’s doing her job.”

The air in the room grew tense as Cole stared down the tall Marine.

Obermman stared wide-eyed at Cole. The threatening look in the sergeant’s eyes told him to back down and shut up. 

Cole let go of the soldier’s collar and pushed him back toward his friends.

Scared and shaking all over, the Marine stepped back and looked down at the floor.

“That goes for all of you,” warned Cole. “The captain knows what she’s doing. We’re at war. You had better get used to the fact that the enemy is going to try and kill you.”

The alarm switched off. 

Silence filled the Marines’ quarters as they looked around at one another. Dread filled the room.

Cole said, “Prep your gear. There’s going to be a platoon leader’s inspection in one hour, and there’ll be hell to pay if he picks anything up. Worry about me, not the Kurgans.”

It was a temporary measure to get the Marines’ minds focused on something other than the enemy. Cole knew it was only a stopgap measure. The sooner they arrived where they were going, the better. The problem was he had no idea where they were now heading.

While the soldiers got themselves ready, Sheridan and Cole were invited to the captain’s briefing room for an update. All of the senior officers and naval ratings were present. An image of the current region of space was displayed on a monitor behind the ship’s first officer.

Lefol kicked off the meeting. “As you are all undoubtedly aware Illum Prime is under attack by Kurgan forces. If it isn’t already, it will soon be under Kurgan occupation. As we did not detect any radiation in the atmosphere, I think it is safe to assume that nukes weren’t used, which means that the Kurgans want the planet’s infrastructure for themselves. What you are unaware of