Ian Douglas - Earth Strike: Star Carrier: Book One

Star Carrier: Book One

Ian Douglas

v1.3 (2013.05)

Readers of the Galactic Marines series may wonder at first why the background for Earth Strike seems so different from the universe of Heritage, Legacy, and Inheritance. Where are the Xul, the Builders, the Marine Corps families and traditions extending across two millennia? Theres a simple explanation. Earth Strike is the opening volley of a completely new military-SF series, Star Carrier, which explores the lives of Navy combat fighter pilots of the far future. Welcome aboard the Star Carrier America as she faces a new and deadly threat to Earth and all of humankind.

I hope you enjoy the cruise!

Ian Douglas

December 2009

25 September 2404

TC/USNA CVS America
Emergence, Eta Bootean Kuiper Belt
32 light years from Earth
0310 hours, TFT

The sky twisted open in a storm of tortured photons, and the Star Carrier America dropped through into open space.

She was enormous, by far the largest mobile construct ever built by humankind, a titanic mushroom shape, the kilometer-long stem shadowed behind the immense, hemispherical cap that was both reaction mass and radiation shielding. Her twin counter-rotating hab rings turned slowly in the shadows. Swarms of probes and recon ships emerged from her launch tubes, minnows streaking out into wan sunlight from the bulk of a whale. Around her, the other vessels of the America Battlegroup emerged from the enforced isolation of metaspace as well, some having bled down to sublight velocities minutes before, others appearing moment by moment as their emitted and reflected light reached Americas sensors. Some members of the battlegroup had scattered as far as five AUs from the starcarrier in realspace, and would not again rejoin her communications net for as much as forty more minutes. The ships pitted and sandblasted forward shield caught the wan glow of a particularly brilliant starthe sun of this system nearly seventy-one astronomical units distant. The data now flooding Americas sensors were almost nine and a half hours old. Within his electronic cocoon on the Americas Combat Information Center, the Battlegroup Commander linked in through the ships neural net, watching the data scroll past his in-head display.

Star: Eta Bootis
Coordinates: RA: 13h 54m 41.09s Dec: +18 23 52.5 D11.349p
Alternate names: Mufrid, Muphrid, Muphride, Saak, Bootis 8 (Flamsteed)
Type: G0 IV
Mass: 1.6 Sol; Radius: 2.7 Sol; Luminosity: 9 Sol
Surface temperature: ~6100K
Age: 2.7 billion years
Apparent magnitude (Sol): 2.69; Absolute magnitude: 2.38
Distance from Sol: 37 ly
Binary companion: White dwarf, mean orbit: 1.4 AU; period: 494 d
Planetary system: 14 planets, including 9 Jovian and sub-Jovian bodies, 5 rocky/terrestrial planets, plus 35 dwarf planets and 183 known satellites, plus numerous planetoids and cometary bodies

Rear Admiral Alexander Koenig was, in particular, interested in the planetary data for just one of the worlds circling that distant gold-hued star: Eta Bootis IV, known formally as Al Haris al Sama, informally as Haris, and more often and disparagingly within the fleet as Ate a Boot.

God, he said as he watched the planetary data unfold. What a mess. Americas AI did not reply, having learned long ago that human statements of surprise or disgust generally did not require a reply. Eta Bootis IV was not even remotely Earthlike in atmosphere or environmentgreenhouse-hot with a deadly, poisonous atmospherea wet Venus, someone had called it. What the Arabs had seen in the place when they put down a research station there was anybodys guess. As the Americas computer net built up models of the sensor data, it became clear that the enemy fleet was already there, as expected, orbiting the planetor, rather, that theyd been there when the electromagnetic radiation and neutrinos emitted by them had begun the journey over nine hours ago. It was a good bet that they were there still, circling in on Gormans Marines. Americas delicate sensors could detect the hiss and crack of EMPthe telltale fingerprints of nuclear detonations and particle beam fireeven across the gulf of more than seventy AUs. All stations, we have acquired Objective Mike-Red, the fleet commander said. Launch ready-one fighters.

The America had a long reach indeed.

And now she was going to prove it.

25 September 2404

VFA-44 Dragonfires
Eta Bootis System
0311 hours, TFT

Lieutenant Trevor Gray watched the numbers dwindle from ten to zero on his IHD, as the Starhawks AI counted them off. He was in microgravity at the moment, deep within the carriers hub core, but that would be changing very soon, now. Three the female voice announced, a murmur in his ear, two one launch!

Acceleration pressed him back into the yielding foam of his seat, a monster hand bearing down on chest and lungs until breathing deeply was nearly impossible. At seven gravities, vision dimmed then flashed back as the crushing sensation of weight abruptly vanished. It took the Starhawk 2.39 seconds to traverse the two-hundred-meter cat-launch tube, and as it emerged into open space it was traveling at just over 167 meters per second relative to the drifting America.

Blue Omega Seven, clear, he announced. Omega Eight, clear, another voice echoed immediately. Lieutenant Katie Tucker, his wing, was somewhere off his starboard side, launched side-by-side with him through the twin launch tubes.

He brought up an aft view in time to see the rapidly receding disk of the Americas shield cap dwindling away at over six hundred kilometers per hour. In seconds, the dull, silver-white shield had fallen astern to a bright dot and then even that winked out, vanished among the stars. Icy and remote, those stars gleamed hard and unblinking across night; the other fighters of VFA-44, even the other capital ships of the Confederation fleet, all were lost in dark emptiness.

Imaging, full view forward. The view from his SG-92 Starhawks cockpit was purely digital illusion, of course. At his command, the aft view projected across the curving inner surface of his cockpit vanished, replaced by different stars. One, directly ahead, gleamed with an intense golden brilliancethe local sun, though it was too distant to show a disk. To port and low, another gold-red star shone almost as brilliantlytwice as bright as Venus at its brightest, seen from Earth. That, Gray knew from his briefings, was the star Arcturus, just three light years away.

Arcturus, however, was not his problem. Not anymore.

And not yet.

Imaging, he said. Squadron ships. Green-glowing, diamond-shaped icons appeared on the stellar panorama, above, below, and to the left, each attended by a string of alphanumerics giving ship number and pilot id, and Gray felt just a little less lonely. Eight other Starhawks besides his drifted in the void out there, their AIs nudging them now into a ring ten kilometers across. As the minutes passed, three more strike-fighters moved up from astern, taking their places with the squadron.

The formation was complete. Okay, chicks, Commander Marissa Allyn said over the squadron comnet. She was VFA-44s CO, and Flight Leader for this op. Configure for high-G. Each of the Starhawks had emerged from the diamagnetic launch tubes in standard flight configuration, a night-black needle shape twenty meters long, with a central bulge housing the pilot and control systems, and the mirror-smooth outer hull in a superconducting state. At Grays command, his gravfighter began reshaping itself, the complex nano-laminates of its outer structure dissolving and recombining, drive units and weapons and sensors folding up and out and back, everything building up around the central bulge in a blunt and smoothly convoluted egg-shape with a slender spike tail off the narrow end, and with the fat end aligned with the distant, golden gleam of Eta Bootis. Blue Omega Leader, Omega Seven, he reported. Sperm mode engaged. Ready for boost. Gravfighter pilots claimed their craft looked like huge spermatozoa when they were in boost configuration. His Starhawk was now only seven meters longnot counting the field bleed spike asternand five wide, though it still massed twenty-two tons.