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  Foreword

  Chapter Bombardment

  Chapter To the front

  Chapter Safe

  Chapter Rest, Rearm, Refuel and Reattach

  Chapter The more things change, the more they stay the same

  Chapter Sometimes the carrot doesn't work

  Chapter Let's see if it works for the second time

  Chapter Beware the wrath of the patient

  Chapter a time to build and a time to fight

  Chapter Betrayal of blood

  Chapter Fools tread heavily

  Chapter Crunch time

  Chapter Space’s Forge

  Chapter Ready for war

  Chapter Change of Scenery

  Chapter Creating Bastions

  Chapter Six weeks and counting

  Chapter It starts with Eltar

  Chapter They Come

  Chapter Fall back

  Chapter Power those reactors, charge those rail cannons and ready the fighters

  Chapter Hit and run

  Chapter Just when you thought Salchar was crazy

  Chapter Ershue

  Chapter The Kalu come to say hello

  Chapter An army runs on men, a military runs on supplies

  Chapter Parnmal, again

  Chapter The Mound

  Chapter Avar Interim Hermanti

  Chapter Oolta

  Chapter victory comes at a cost

  Chapter Farmers know how to shoot too

  Chapter We settle this in the dust

  Chapter Laser-canose!

  Chapter Well isn’t this a mess

  Foreword

  As the Universe of the Free Fleet has grown, a star map has been created. Thank you Paul for turning my scribbles into a true map follow the Free Fleet’s journey with the accompanying map at http://michaelchatfield.com/books/free-fleet-series-map/

  Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great adventure with the Free Fleet!

  -Mike

  Chapter Bombardment

  Bregend looked as if he should be operating a Heavily Armed Powered Armor, not commanding the newly finished carrier Dal. He was a massive man, even among the genetically enhanced Avarians and creatures of the Free Fleet.

  He looked over his three deck bridge. In front of his chair there were banks of consoles whose purpose was to relay the fleet's status back to him. The decks ringed the room, the first deck and lowest worked to keep the carrier running, the U-shaped projection inside of their ring housed the command team who took the information from the lower decks and spat it up to Bregend. The second deck was about the same height as Bregend's platform that he shared with Mills, his second-in-command. The third floor was dedicated to the controllers that coordinated not only the fighters of the carrier, but all the attached fighters to the fleet. Ramps from the second floor ran down and up to the other floors.

  His elevated seat meant that he only had to slightly incline his head to look from the third deck to the first. People worked their stations while others moved around the bridge with deliberate haste.

  “Generators are at ninety-five percent,” Rous, Bregend's Engineer since he had first stepped onto his first command, the battle cruiser Rebirth, said in his ear.

  Since joining rebirth's original crew Rous' had gained fresh scars and burns, plus a prosthetic upper arm. He'd pulled more than one damned miracle out of his hide. Keeping the Rebirth together long enough for Bregend to get his message to Cheerleader was just one of them.

  “Good work Rous.” Bregend said.

  “Commander,” Rous said. His Kuruvian voice made it difficult to tell his emotions, but Bregend knew his chief engineer was proud. He had taken over the Carrier's engineering crew just a week and a half ago. About the time Bregend had dropped this particular plan into their laps. They'd run with it and done their chief and Bregend proud. They were a credit to the Free Fleet training schools they had come from.

  Salchar had issued orders with Dal's transfer Ship Commander to give control over to Bregend as soon as possible.

  Bregend had felt that the crew might be a bit pissed at how their Ship Commander was being pushed, yet there was little of that sentiment.

  Bregend had proved himself to be a worthy fleet commander. Any grumblings about how he had been accelerated through the ranks died quickly. That was evident with the Star-destroyer yards that now lay between Groshum and Jafka.

  Bregend remembered his meeting with Ship Commander Hazvar.

  “Commander,” Hazvar said tapping his paw to his head in salute.

  “Bregend, please,” Bregend said, waving the title away and him to a seat in front of his desk.

  “Bregend then,” the Chaleelian said, amused as he took his seat.

  "How do you feel about the carrier Dal?" Bregend asked.

  “At this moment, I am out of my depth with Dal. Thankfully my command team has been picking up the slack and helping me as much as possible. Though it's not fair on the people that know their jobs to have uneducated and the unbloodied in command.” Hazvar's amusement disappeared in the seriousness of his stare.

  “You were involved with the conflict on Chaleel, proved your mettle with the defense of Parnmal. You also have a damned good record of looking after your crew while patrolling the trading routes. If you don't feel comfortable in your position, I have no doubt that you will quickly get a handle on it. Rick and his staff are not in the job of putting unqualified people into positions,” Bregend said. Hazvar seemed to be proud of his accomplishments, and he liked to be recognized for them.

  “That said, if you want more time to grow, I can't fault that. You know yourself better than anyone else at the end of the day.” Bregend's eyes were soft and confident. “I would be lying if I said I didn't want to get my hands on Dal,” Bregend grinned.

  “She is a good ship sir, and her crew are even better,” Hazvar smiled, something like regret colouring his voice. His features hardened as he looked to Bregend. “She's your command sir, as much as I would like to find the ropes with her, well we're out in the middle of Kalu territory. Me finding the ropes could get more people killed.” Hazvar's face had the hard lines of veteran eyes, the two met one another in understanding.

  “Very well commander. Though I'd suggest that you start looking over the plans for the Henry-classed Destroyers. I'm going to need commanders in boatloads to crew those ships,” Bregend said while standing and pressing a few commands on his desk as he transmitted the file to Hazvar.

  “You'll have them commander.” Hazvar extended his hand.

  Bregend took it, a gleam in his eye.

  “Now, I also have a bottle of Dovarkian rum. I've always found the best way to get to know my commanders was with a drink, rather than an interrogation.”

  “Well I must bow before the greater knowledge of my commander, and the finer selection of spirits,” Hazvar said, a similar gleam in his eye.

  Hazvar was one of the forty or so ship Ship Commanders that was now under Bregend's direct command on this mission. Squadrons of ships were arriving everyday. The Kaluian Star-destroyer yard was their rally point. Ships wormholed between stars hiding in the lightyears of dark space avoiding Kalu detection.

  Jump ships and their support ships operated independently moving from system to system. They supplied a constant stream of information of the Kalu. The Free Fleet had a better idea of what the Kalu were doing than the Union ever did.

  Millions of Independent's, the Kalu that had been banished from their home worlds for their peaceful thinking. Now worked with the Free Fleet to upgrade the stolen star-destroyers and crew some of the marginally upgraded ships.

  Free Fleet personnel were training
them up to capitalize on Fleet tactics for when they engaged their brethren in open combat.

  Bregend was in command of close to five million personnel. Just that number alone was staggering. Thankfully Min Hae, Silly and Felix, as well as every commander and leader was throwing in their weight, making things a lot more manageable.

  Leaving me to see if some of the insane ideas that the Free Feet is famed for, work yet again.

  “We are at one hundred percent charge,” Wilma said. She was another member of Bregend's command staff, that had transfered with him to Dal, keeping her position as helmswoman.

  “Very well, carry out bombardment,” Bregend said, his deep voice rolling like a war drum as he stood there. His eyes were bleak, he kept his arms firmly locked behind his back.

  “We have wormhole creation,” Ourv's tone brisk.

  “We're stable and looking good,” Wilma confirmed.

  “Payload is looking good,” Mills said from his place as second-in-command. Bregend's eyes were focused on the main screen, as scores of massive objects approached his formation. The bomb-pumped acceleration of the ships pushed them and their massive payloads through the ships to the rear of his fleet.

  “Acceleration still increasing.” Ourv's attention never wavered from his console as his sensor operators fed him constant information.

  “Plot is looking good and clear,” Zov said, one of the newest additions to Bregend's command staff and navigator for the entire fleet. His voice semed to catch slightly.

  If one of those objects hit his ships, then the light would be claiming some of its own today.

  Bregend's jaw tightened as the ships and their payloads crossed through the fleet with terrifying speed.

  “Accelerating ships are releasing. Bombardment is going ballistic,” Kyle reported, holding his headset and looking to Bregend who nodded in understanding.

  The fleet's wormhole generators worked together, opening and holding the tunnel to another system.

  There was just twelve more minutes that the fleet could keep that wormhole open.

  The ships projectiles cleared the fleet's formations in droves. Their accelerating ships peeled out of the way of the wormhole as fast as their crew could take the massive gravities.

  “Wormhole stabilizers are coming online,” Ourv said.

  “Configurations are looking good,” Wilma reported as those projectiles dove through the wormhole's event horizon. If those stabilizers didn't work, then the objects would be destroyed by the wormhole. Never making it to their destination.

  Bregend looked to the time, it had taken seven minutes for the whole event to take place.

  “Last projectile is through,” Ourv said.

  “Shutting down wormhole generators,” Wilma said, there were no cheers or shouts as everyone looked at the main screen with anticipation.

  “Good work people. Kyle, how are we looking on our link with Commander Smith?”

  “We're solid, currently listening to 'ride the lightning,” Kyle said soberly, the corners of his mouth twitching just ever so slightly.

  Bregend stopped himself from rolling his eyes.

  “Very well. Relay information onto the main screen please.”

  “Yes commander,” Kyle answered.

  Now we just have to see if it worked, and hope that we're on goddamn target. Bregend thought as lyrics from Metallica’s Ride the Lightning filled the bridge.

  ***

  "Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flame"

  Commander Smith muttered the words under his breath as he looked at the Kaluian system through his sensors.

  The system was called Donakrel. It housed the third biggest Star-destroyer yard in traditional Kaluian control.

  The biggest is in our control, and the second was one hell of a firework show. Smith smiled at the memory as Kyle came on the comms channel with him.

  Kyle and the rest of Bregend's fleet were two-light years away in the dark of space. It had taken three days to get Bregend's plan together. Though its craziness went up against some of Salchar's own plans.

  Smith had been a fighter and test pilot before the Syndicate decided that Earth looked like a good source for slaves. He had been recruited into a program by the United States to take at least some control back from the damned bastards.

  He had launched, and found to his surprise that the slaves of the Syndicate had been up to their own tricks. Led by Salchar they had taken the second biggest damned station in known existence. They had also freed another planet and found a planet of genetically enhanced warriors, the Avarians.

  Smith had been sent back to Earth and given new orders. Infiltrate the Free Fleet. He had followed his orders. Maybe a little too well. He had fought across the stars, the people he was supposed to betray, became his brothers and sisters.

  He had gone from Multi-Environmental Fighter or MEF to the Jump fighter and gained himself a seat to the fall of Rosho station. The last Syndicate bastion.

  And now I get a seat to the destruction of Donakrel's Star-Destroyer yards, he thought, not without a little glee.

  "Payload is on-route,” Kyle said through Smith's ear. Smith clicked a button, confirming he got the transmission.

  A wormhole snapped into existence.

  "Sweat, chilling cold as I watch death unfold Consciousness my only friend"

  "Holy Fuck,” Smith whispered. He might have felt something like, pity for the Kalu in that moment.

  Then the darkness that had lived in his soul from the first battle against those damned demons made his eyes dance as he bared his teeth.

  Asteroids ripped free of that wormhole, there was no stopping them as active Kalu star-warriors and Destroyers fired into them.

  Smith remembered the asteroids that had ravaged Ship Commander Kelu and his Syndicate fleet. Salchar's plan had been as brilliant as it was risky. Bregend's plan mitigated those risks, and used the asteroids with terrible efficiency.

  The asteroids weren't just single entities. Each projectile was made up of tens of asteroids. Each connected by cabling and supporting struts. Charges went off, breaking those separating struts.

  The asteroids had been given a small spin for just this reason. It made the projectiles unfurl like deadly flowers.

  "Time moving slow The minutes seem like hours The final curtain call I see How true is this? Just get it over with If this is true, just let it be"

  Smith didn't even try to listen to the lyrics of his song as the first asteroid hit the yard.

  The wave of destruction was indescribable. The superstructure of the thousands of yards shuddered, breaking as its sides disappeared. Kinetic energy met Star-Destroyers.

  Projectile after projectile hit the yard. Those deadly flowers turned anything that seemed to stay together into uselessness. Fireballs burst into existence as Destroyers disintegrated.

  It was like watching Lego be hit with a fifty calibre machine gun, again and again.

  "Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flame"

  "I think we can chalk this one up for a win,” Smith heard himself say, the wormhole disappeared as he surveyed what had been the Star-Destroyer yard.

  "Yeah,” Kyle said, the shock clear in his voice.

  What will happen when someone looks to use that against populated worlds? A part of Smith's brain thought. A shudder passed down his spine.

  "On to Venzir next,” Kyle said.

  "Only fourteen more Star-Destroyer yards to go,” Smith replied as he passed the message onto his Jump-ship pilots.

  They confirmed and set their plans for jumps back to the support ship.

  "Be damned happy to get rid of them,” Kyle's voice turning cold.

  "Me too,” Smith said, remembering the Kalu fighters at Rosho and the vids he'd seen from Heija.

  Evelyn Sparks and every damned reporter was pushing those videos as hard as ever. Some were getting the idea at least.

  The Free Fleet wa
s getting more applications everyday. The reserve planet-based Commandos and fighters were quickly mobilizing. If Ashota' predictions of what Orshpa was going to do came true. Those reserve units would quickly find themselves on the front lines.

  Smith discharged a capacitor, making a wormhole away from Donakrel.

  ***

  Evelyn Spark's articles were read, broadcasted and listened to all across known space. Knox, Min Hae's informant within the highest echelons of government, listened to them more than most. The spy master scanned through another one such article. The war on Heija was unlike anything that he had ever heard of or seen. It had gone on for months. The Free Fleet Commandos and ships were just staying alive. There were no reinforcements coming, but they held on, inflicting casualties and bringing hell onto their enemies. Video footage of HAPA's being called into support of a front line trench that had collapsed kept his attention. The cannons blazed, their tracers grinding the Kalu back as the line rebuilt itself.

  Injuries were severe, people were missing arms, legs and getting back into powered armour and going again. The neural implants kept them fighting. The armour acting as their new bodies while they fought.

  The Free Fleet was as relentless as their enemy.

  Knox respected their strength, and while he acted as an agent of Min Hae there was a few things that he wasn't going to reveal to the spy master. Such as the meeting he was about to have with the President, and a group of specially selected and powerful people which were acting as liaisons with other countries.

  With the race to get into space and expand countries power, old allies had come together to have the resources to do so. Countries were now so closely connected with one another that calling them separate countries was fact only in name.

  Knox put down his data pad and stood from his seat. He was in the UN building, the new one which was buried seventeen stories in the ground, with escape routes leading kilometers away. The old building in New York had been leveled as a show by the Syndicate that they ruled the planet. They didn't care about the millions of people they killed.

  A man with the newest forty calibre rifle, raised a hand as Knox was scanned by hidden sensors. It didn't take long before the security guard lowered his hand, the door behind him opened.