Vol 2 Chapter 2.1 (1/2)

[While the Federation has publicly denied, our trusted sources have reported that hundreds of salvage corvettes have been sent to rescue surviving troops in the Oden system.]

[The Federation’s stock markets are seeing steep declines in the aftermath, and investments in reinsurance sidecars are quickly growing.]

We returned to our room to watch the television on our own. The Federation’s television networks were still broadcasting the usual screenings like news, sitcoms, movies, and animations, but Critik’s channels were rowdy with the recent developments in the war. Popular Internet communities have also begun spreading the latest word around.

“d.a.m.n, I guess it wasn’t a dream after all.”

I quickly explained my earlier vision to the others-- the dreamlike vision with the girl with blue hair. The Kis.h.i.+n that appeared in the Oden system that was too much like Dawnbringer had to be Duskbringer. News reports agreed. Duskbringer had activated the Sole Power of Heaven and Earth and destroyed the majority of the Federation’s fleet.

“In a single activation, forty percent of the Federation’s fleet disappeared. And then…”

The sheer power of the ability caused Duskbringer to black out temporarily, and the Federation attempted to take advantage by capturing or destroying it. But then, instead of remaining paralyzed from the aftereffect of the Sole Power of Heaven and Earth, Duskbringer transformed into Tetragrammaton.

The others were utterly surprised by my story.

“I-I’d normally say that you’re just being crazy, but it’s too believable, coming from a psionic.”

“Given our situation, too.”

Sergeant Aroha and Ensign Meihowa simultaneously scratched their heads as if they had become twins.

“But Lezirth’s ability works differently from future sight or telepathic vision. He does have the ability to teleport, but that won’t take him that far.” explained Admiral Luise, closing her eyes. Suddenly, a soft light emanated from her hair. She must have been using her telepathic vision to observe the Oden system.

“I don’t know too much, but I am sure that there was a gamma-ray burst in the area. There are residues from a supernova, and there’s still an extremely powerful wave of energy pa.s.sing by at light speed. Thankfully any populated planets in the projected path won’t be affected, but any smaller celestial objects will be destroyed.”

She opened her eyes to fix them on me. “How did you find that out?”

I shrugged. I wish I knew how, too. “I told you, the blue-haired girl told me.”

“Hmm. A blue-haired girl?” Admiral Luise fell into silence.

Sergeant Aroha saw her chance to complain. “Wait a second, does this mean our vacation’s over? We have to pack up already? And we’re going to be back in the war again? I knew I shouldn’t have been too happy getting a month of vacation.”

If the situation in the Oden system was really that bad, the Federation was sure to rally their troops back to the front lines for emergency. They were likely to go all in and fight to the death against the Alliance-- and with that plan, they weren’t going to reward war heroes with vacations that would take them away from the fight.

Our month-long vacation was given out because we were a training platoon that survived a dangerous mission. However, if the Federation decides to go into a state of total war, dangerous missions like that would become the daily life for every troop. When they begin throwing away the lives of every soldier to the war, they aren’t likely going to give away long vacations for those who risk their lives.

Every society, and every able-bodied man and woman of these societies was going to become mindless cogs in the war

“The vacation’s hardly our problem. When we get back to the war, our lives are going to be in danger all the time. ...That’s normal for me, but shouldn’t you try to tell your sister about it and stay away from this fight, Aroha?” Ensign Meihowa worried for Sergeant Aroha.

Objectively speaking, if she decided against joining the war, someone else was going to be forced in to make up for her absence. These fillers-- the grunts that get thrown into the front lines-- weren’t going to be too kind towards those who ran away from their fight.

Yet humans were capable of throwing away their own lives to better the lives of friends and family, and there were many who fought harder to keep their comrades away from dangerous battles. Sergeant Aroha understood Ensign Meihowa’s worries well.

“But… If what they said is true…”

What Fake Luise and Fake Lezirth said in the broadcast had to have some degree of truth. No-- if they were entirely lies, then their words raised even more questions.

The Dawn Corps fought against the Federation in order to save Admiral Luise and I, thereby becoming targets of the Federation. We were left trapped in the freezing chambers, hidden on Ibis-2, until the nuclear batteries in the devices ran out of power and awoke us, a hundred and twenty years later.

If that wasn’t the case, then there were no explanations for this world. If the Dawn Corps remained active to this day, then no one would dare impersonate Admiral Luise and I. If there were many left who remember our true faces, no amount of effort in manipulating public knowledge could make the fakes seem convincing.

Even if they had used some powerful telepathic ability to brainwash the viewers, what about any written material? Even as of now, various discussions on the Internet were bringing up past magazines or advertis.e.m.e.nts that involved our faces and used them as proofs that the fakes were real. The Federation had been denying their proofs and their original publishers explained that the photos were edits or parodies.

As expected, the Federation was purposefully burying the ident.i.ties of Lezirth, Luise, and the Dawn Corps.

It didn’t help that the Alliance was also spreading lies…

“So, who are these impostors pretending to be Lezirth and Luise?” Ensign Meihowa asked us. Of course, none of us knew. How was I supposed to know after missing out for more than a century?

“Maybe… they’re just lookalikes from the Replicant rebels. One thing’s very likely: they’re the pilots of Duskbringer and Tetragrammaton. If that’s true, then as Kis.h.i.+n-level pilots, there should be no match for them in the Federation.

At that moment, all of our PDAs rang at the same time.

“It’s about time.”

I opened the PDA, and as I thought, a mail had arrived. It was an order for all soldiers on vacations to immediately return to their respective stations. We were to go to the nearest s.p.a.ceport and schedule ourselves for an army transport at an army office within a day.

Federation planets aside, autonomous planets and even developing planets had a Federation army office in every s.p.a.ceport. In twenty-four hours, every registered soldier would be transported back and to the front lines once again.

“I can’t believe our vacation ended before we got to do anything.”

“I know! And I bragged to my sister about how she’ll be getting a nephew soon! Now she’s just going to be angry at me for not keeping up with my promises.”

No, please, I’d rather have you not keep that promise. Were you actually thinking about keeping it?!

I gave a panicked look at Aroha. For some reason, Admiral Luise seemed to be looking at her the same way as I did.

“Well, we still got to find out that Rabbitte and Colorado are here. Even if we’re in a hurry, I think we have time to ask Mayer if he can make a purchase under five hundred million credits.”

With Admiral Luise’s words, I looked up Mayer’s contact information. Unfortunately, his mail account was inactive and it was not possible to call him. It seemed to be true that many people on autonomous planets still had no access to standardized networking services. I became afraid that we weren’t going to be able to get Colorado and Rabbitte back before our time was up.

“How long do we have, again?”

“We have to get to an army recruiter office, starting twenty-four hours from now. We’re on a tight schedule.”

Sergeant Aroha and Ensign Meihowa were frowning in disappointment that we had no more time left in our vacation. We blankly stared out the window in unison, cursing the s.p.a.ceport that could be seen far away.

“I wish that s.p.a.ceport would just explode. Then we’d have an excuse for not being able to schedule our flight back to base, right?”

“If the s.p.a.ceport suddenly exploded, I’m pretty sure that’ll be a problem on its own.” Ensign Meihowa shot a look at Sergeant Aroha’s childish remark, but she looked just as displeased. “We were going to be hiking, and surfing, and skiing… we could have had so much fun.”

“Yeah, that’s why that s.p.a.ceport needs to explode! Like, right now, there could be a big BOOM--”

Sergeant Aroha’s words stopped right at that moment.

Suddenly, the room’s windows simultaneously turned dark brown. It was blocking off a powerful radiation from the other side by the reaction of graphene coating and iron oxides with electromagnetic waves.

And on the other side of the darkened window, the s.p.a.ceport was reduced to a huge, black cloud.

“...Huh?”

“A-Aroha, did you actually--?”

“No way! I don’t have any bombs with me!”

“Whoa! What’s going on?”

Be careful what you wish for, huh?

[We are the Critik pro-Alliance group, standing against the tyranny of the Federation! We announce the departure of Autonomous Planet Critik from the Federation and we will join the Transhuman Alliance! We will not stand for the Federation’s blatant attempt to enslave us for their own benefit! We will fight for our freedom!]

Televisions and holographic banners around the city now displayed a middle-aged officer in the middle of a declaration. Various signs that once showed advertis.e.m.e.nts were now repurposed to spread the message. On the roads, old Striker and Spider APCs carried peacekeeping troops around and the skies were controlled by a group of Alter-Armours.

In the lobby of the hotel, a Tri-Walker guarded the area, an autonomous robot that stood on its three legs that extended about a meter and twenty centimeters. It patrolled around the area by spinning around, keeping two legs in place while the third leg rotates and moves forward. It could have been repurposed anytime to suppress a riot by mounting a Colion rifle and a scouting camera, or it could aid in an urban warfare situation should one occur here.

[Citizens! Please return to your homes or the nearest building! I repeat, citizens on the streets…]

The Tri-Walker repeatedly played a single recording, warning any pa.s.sersby. Some of the walkers were firing warning shots at tourists, which caused a few unfortunate slot machines behind them to explode. The streets were nearly empty as a result, and most tourists in the area were trapped in the hotel.

“Nngh. A coup d’etat by the autonomous government.” I sighed. For all those rebellious spirits who had problems with the Federation, their defeat in the Oden system had been a good excuse for them to start a riot. Still, they didn’t have to cause a violent uprising such as this one-- they could have easily brought this to the Federation Council to start a vote, avoiding violent confrontations. How many militaristic rebels did they have in this government?

“Meihowa! What’s the size of Critik’s rebelling army?”

“About a single regiment’s worth. The leader is Colonel John Rafield.”

A group of rebels formed an entire regiment? That was quite a lot. For an autonomous government, their army dealt with matters of s.p.a.ce battles and anti-alien missions. Those missions usually involved no more than a single frigate’s worth of manpower, and maybe even a couple fighters if they didn’t feel that’s worth the effort. A single regiment, on the other hand, was about three frigates strong.

Admiral Luise began digging for information on the planet’s army with her PDA. “John Rafield, Colonel, commander of a Blue Fin-cla.s.s cruiser and three Bunnies-cla.s.s frigates. These four s.h.i.+ps make up the hypers.p.a.ce-ready fleet of Critik’s military. The one behind the coup is the main army’s Lieutenant Colonel Islamov Kasik.”

“Eh? A cruiser?”

Cruisers normally were a.s.signed to highest ranking officers of the military. It took at least a one-star general to have the rights to command a cruiser, so how did a single platoon end up with it?

“The number of autonomous governments that own a cruiser is… just one, the government of Critik. Their army is divided between the s.p.a.ce combat division and the planetary troops.”

The coup had been set in motion by the planetary division. The s.p.a.ce division focused on intergalactic missions with their cruiser, but Kasik’s troops were allocated all available ground a.r.s.enal. He was able to use these to destroy Critik-4’s main s.p.a.ceport and take over the local government and its parliament. The s.p.a.ce division was still in orbit, but the raw power of their s.h.i.+ps could not guarantee safety of the civilians within the city. A single quantum torpedo from one of their frigates could demolish Critik-4 down to its last blade of gra.s.s, but they weren’t about to fire one with innocent people on the planet.

Their other option was to send their landing crew onto the planet to suppress the uprising, while landing s.h.i.+ps provide covering fire. This wasn’t as easy, however. Not only did they have to mind the potential of civilian casualties, they also had to watch out for planetary defenses. No sane marine would volunteer to get stuck in a drop pod with a bunch of anti-air guns pointed at them, ready to turn them into s.p.a.ce dust at any moment.

“If you were Rafield, what would you do in this situation, Lezirth?” Ensign Meihowa asked. She was an officer herself, so she must have wanted to learn what a high-ranking official would do, as I was before.

“If it were up to me, I’d allocate as many resources as I could to the landing party. The fleet above should pressure the enemy as much as possible, while the landing crew drop right on the edges of the city. The troops can then fight their way into the city, trapping the rebels and forcing them to concede.”

Unfortunately, dropping into a battle was extremely difficult for marines without sufficient training, and the entire mission revolved around the skill of the landing party to deal with any threats. Back when I was commanding the Dawn Corps, my division had the Federation’s greatest marines and I was confident that they could carry out any difficult missions. If it were up to them, they would do an a.s.sault drop to divert the enemy’s attention to them while snipers disguise themselves as civilians and take out the key leaders of the revolt.

“Then what would Kasik do himself?”

“Too many factors to give a straight answer. I have no idea how much preparation they had. Critik is too close to Federation-controlled sectors, so this couldn’t have been done without careful planning. If they don’t have the Alliance’s backing, the whole deal is too dangerous.”

Either way, this rebellion would not last without the Alliance helping them. Even if the Federation lost most of its fleet, if they tried to continue a.s.serting their position without a cruiser of their own, all they could do later was take the civilians as hostages against the Federation’s cruisers. Surely Kasik knew this too, if he indeed graduated from a proper military school.

“Aww, does that mean we’re going to be trapped in this hotel?” Sergeant Aroha grumbled.

“Probably. …For the rebels, keeping the civilians indoors is their best bet for holding them hostage against the s.p.a.ce fleet.”

The rebellion consisted of a single ground platoon. As long as they had weapons with them, no number of unarmed civilians could overpower them. Yet, controlling civilians took significantly more effort than simply killing them off.

“I guess we have no choice, then.” Admiral Luise sank into the ma.s.sage chair. The machine whirred and began doing its work, and she soon had the face of total relaxation.

“Uh-- um, by the way, I’d like to try that chair out too.” Ensign Meihowa blushed. She wasn’t the type to be open with her desires. ...Did she like the chair that much?

Aroha followed. “Y-yeah, actually, I’d like it too…”

“Luise? Hey, come on…”

But Admiral Luise was already deep in sleep. So fast!

Thanks to the utter destruction of the s.p.a.ceport, we were unable to report to the nearest military office. It was nice that we didn’t have to turn in our vacation prematurely, but we knew we weren’t going to be enjoying any of it. We were trapped in this hotel, kept as hostages by the rebelling army.

The television continued to show nothing but updates on the Federation’s defeat in the Oden system and the rebellion on Critik. Even the Federation’s channels decided that they couldn’t hide these developments anymore, now that they issued a ma.s.sive draft call. Hyper-Kis.h.i.+n Duskbringer and self-proclaimed Lezirth and Luise occasionally showed their faces on their channels, but their actual speech was cut out.

Still, civilians on autonomous planets had already spread the contents of the speech on the Internet, so most people already knew what had happened. Discussions on the Internet were mostly about whether or not the other Lezirth is real, and how much the fakes’ words could be trusted. The general consensus seemed to be that, even if the Alliance wasn’t telling the whole truth, they could be trusted more than the Federation at the least.