"Oncoming Storm: Best Laid Plans"
7th Pik, 9 (2187)
Rivkah of Unity
"So, lets recap what we've learned about our enemy's instructions. What the Flagship is supposed to do is come to the planet, secure local space, send down scouts and security personnel to make contact with the downed slaves and contain them, do photo opportunities and then cart the slaves back to MSI."
Valerius nods. "Essentially."
I continue. "We know they have to drop shields to launch fighters and shuttles. That could create opportunities."
Alexandra smiles. "We need to have our forces in space so that we can infiltrate the ship while they are down on the ground looking for us. I've been doing the numbers, and I believe the window will be sufficient to get drilling pods landed on the hull. Detonating low yield nukes in front of the hangars could sweep their fighter support away."
Mum looks a little worried. "Yes, but the new handbook stations a lot more soldiers on board than the old handbook. Hundreds of thousands. We'll have a tough fight on our hands. We'll need everyone."
Valerius shakes his head. "Overcommitting in space will leave the colony weak on the ground."
Mum shrugs. "We lose space, we lose the ground."
Dad looks worried. "How many people could we deploy anyway?"
Mum looks at Alexandra. "What do you think?"
Alexandra smiles. "I think there's potential to land troops in the initial shield drop numbering several thousand. If the initial group manages to get the shields offline, we can land more reinforcements."
Valerius squirms. I look at him. "What's wrong?"
"I'm worried that either our teams will end up being too small and too divided. A hundred to one seems to be very long odds."
I look at the blown-up photo on the table in front of us. "What if we seize one hangar as a beachhead?"
Mum smiles. "MSI won't be able to swamp that formation effectively. But there would be advantages to a distributed attack, as it would disguise our objectives and methods."
Alexandra nods. "Misdirecting the enemy is always useful."
Valerius leans back on his chair. "The thought occurs that a single concentrated attack might be easily dealt with by opening the hangar bay without the atmospheric retention fields up."
Mum flicks through the datapad. "Yeah, there's a section on how to do that."
Alexandra shrugs. "We'd just blow the doors. Can't use it against us if we already did it."
Mum smiles. "Plus, there's an override; there's a secondary bunker in each hangar that can lock down the doors as a means of stopping slave breakouts, and is specifically designed to lock out even if the bridge orders it opened."
I look at her. "Why would they do that?"
"In case a slave rebellion tries to seize the bridge. They've got loads of contingencies for that scenario, practically every system has some secret backup that locks out the bridge."
"Yeah, but... Why?"
Valerius looks at me. "Think of the bridge as merely scenery we use to impress prospective slaves and make them think it is important, and you will realise why we design on the basis that the bridge is compromised. It's a way of luring slave rebellions into a trap."
"Oh. That's clever."
Valerius leans in, stretching his arms. "To take the ship, the real key is main computer control. If we have that, we've got the ship."
Mum looks at Daas and Ykrett. "How is your project coming along?"
Daas does the tentacle thing that's equivalent to a smile. "Thanks to experience with the slave ship and the freighter, and R and D efforts with our own ships If we can get Ykrett and the other Bevkirans to the computer core, then we have the Flagship."
I look at Ykrett. "What happens to you if they try to kick you out the system?"
Ykrett rumbles. "We're ready to do our part. They'll almost certainly try violent shut-down procedures, and those will likely mean some of us will die, and others will lose our minds, but we won't give up."
"Could we do remote accessing the computer?"
Valerius shakes his head. "Every Flagship is encoded on it's own unique operating system, which no records off-ship are maintained for, and all staff responsible for it are permanently assigned to the Flagship they worked on. The Bevkirans are the best shot at hacking in, they are the only truly common component in terms of software."
I frown. "That's one way to make life really hard for hackers."
"Yes."
I have an idea. "Valerius, how many Flagships have been lost to slave rebellions?"
"The only successful attack in living memory was the Lokra-Kitan's effort."
Odoos perks up. "It is a good idea to know what changes were made in response."
"The Lokra-Kitan swarmed the Flagship with thousands of fusion-boosted missiles. Sheer numbers overwhelmed the defences." He looks at Mum. "How many nuclear warheads do you have?"
"Five hundred and eight. Yields ranging from low terrajoule to low petajoule, mostly at the lower end."
"How many could be built in seventeen days?"
Mum looks at Daas. He is silent for a while. "One or two, we just can't scale up production quick enough. I'm sorry."
Mum shakes her head. "It's my fault, it was my decision."
"That's not being fair Mum, you had a lot of priorities to manage."
"War is not fair Rivkah."
Valericus shakes his head. "She is right though. Developing the colony was the correct decision, you had to catch up as quickly as possible, and you made the best call you could on the information you had."
Mum stands, and walks to a window. She's looking at her reflection. I get up, put my arms around her. Buri joins us. Tears roll down her cheeks. She dries them, and turns back to the table. "I am the daughter of a man who burned the country he built with nuclear fire because he would not bow. And I bow to no one. And I will not be a slave."
Ykrett rumbles."Your orders?"
"I made a mistake before in not prioritising more warheads, and I have put the colony in the position where we must win the boarding battle at all costs, otherwise everything we have done will be for nothing. So, we go for taking the Flagship."
I look at Mum. "Really sure we can?"
She smiles grimly. "I started this rebellion with literally nothing but the decisions to crush my rapist's testicles and cut his throat as he recoiled in agony. We've come a very long way in our capability. If not, I die with my friends."