The Honour of the Knights by Stephen J. Sweeney (books to read to be successful .TXT) ๐
n battleship and each other. Minotaur's cannons were silent. He knew it was only a matter of time before it was completely destroyed.
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From the bridge of the Imperial carrier, INF Chimera, Fleet Admiral Zackaria watched the last minutes of Minotaur's service to the Imperium unmoved. The destruction of the enormous battleship and the tremendous loss of life brought him no sadness nor regret. He turned to his second in command and spoke to him in a strange tongue. Minotaur was lost; it was useless to them. Let it burn. If they could not have this battleship, then they would just acquire another. One that was not so fragile; one that reflected the majesty of the Imperium; one that would help them to complete the Mission.
Commodore Rissard spoke his understanding of the admiral's request and moved to comply with it. Their short exchange over, Zackaria turned back to the scene of the soon to be concluded battle and continued to watch in silence.
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As Simon bandaged the bullet wounds in the man's chest, in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood, he noticed his mother in the doorway. She was still distressed and he could make out the tears sliding down her face. He was well aware of what she must have been thinking: one day it might be her son in the same position, being patched up by friends, or strangers, as they did their best to prolong his life for what might well prove to be only a few minutes. He smiled back at her, to let her know it would be okay. Following naval protocol or not, he now regretted the way he had spoken to her. Dean could not have been much older than himself, something which had likely compounded her anguish.
The wounded pilot never took his eyes off Simon as he and his father tried to make him comfortable and stable.
โSudarberg,โ Dean said all of a sudden, still staring at Simon.
โWhat did he say?โ Gregory asked, the two men ceasing their messy bandaging to listen.
โSudarberg?โ Simon asked, leaning closer to Dean.
โY... yes. Stay... a.. aw.. way.โ
โWhere's Sudarberg?โ Gregory asked.
โI don't know, I've never heard of it. Where's Sudarberg? Why should I stay away from it?โ Dean didn't answer, but panted, struggling to swallow.
โThis guy is going to die unless we can get him to a hospital soon,โ his father remarked. Simon looked over their attempts to preserve the man's life, their efforts far poorer than what he had originally envisioned. Whilst the medical kits contained a number of dressings, bandages and solutions designed to stimulate rapid coagulation, they were not enough to contend with Dean's kinds of injuries, nor his sustained blood loss. They persevered for a while longer until Gregory threw in the towel.
โRight, Simon, call your friends at the Navy,โ Gregory said. โWe've been at this for ages now and that ambulance could still take quite a while to get here. The Navy might be able to get here quicker. Whatever this guy is worried about, I'm sure its not worth dying over.โ
Simon conceded to what his father was saying and, pushing protocol aside, he made the call. He then sat with Dean, attempting to get a little more information out of him whilst they waited for help to arrive. But Dean was done talking and less than twenty minutes later he was dead.
* * *
โWhere exactly did you find him?โ a representative of the Naval Investigation Services was asking the Dodds family. It was quite late in the morning and several men and women were carrying out final investigations of the perimeter of the family home. The ambulance that had been called had never arrived. Instead, a military medical transport had showed up, a number of heavily armed personnel accompanying the medical team into the house. In addition, a large area around the house and orchards had been sealed off, the workers arriving at the orchard being turned away.
โHe was lying there, face down on the ground,โ Gregory said, pointing at the spot where they had found Dean. โHow much longer is this going to take? You've been here for bloody hours. I've got pickers and harvesters waiting to get to work.โ
โI just need to ensure I have all the details down, Mr Dodds,โ the rep said, tapping away at a hand held device with a stylus. โAfter you found him, what did you do next?โ
โFor the love of God, are you deaf?โ Simon's father glowered.
โDad, don't worry, I'll deal with this,โ Simon said, seeing his father's last thread of patience about to snap. โGo and check that they're not destroying the house.โ His mother and father departed and Simon turned back to the representative. โWe brought him inside and called for an ambulance. The medical services told us it would be over half an hour before they could get to us, so we attempted to patch him up ourselves.โ
The man nodded. โAccording to your call records, you waited a good twenty-five minutes before placing the call to the nearest military hospital, regarding Lieutenant Commander Dean's condition. Why did you wait so long?โ He kept the device in his hand held up. Simon suspected it was recording everything that was being said.
โI considered that he may have been taking part in a classified mission and I needed to be sure I wouldn't be putting the operation or other participants at risk by drawing attention to his presence.โ Simon stopped short of telling him about Dean's objection to the call for an ambulance or other medical assistance.
The rep, however, seemed satisfied. โOkay, that's fine. I can appreciate that it was a difficult position you found yourself in, but you made the right decision. I believe you're currently in the service of the Confederation Stellar Navy yourself?โ
โThat's right.โ
โCould you please state your full name and rank?โ
โSecond Lieutenant Simon Dodds,โ Simon said.
The man tapped away at the digital assistant in his hand and waited for it to retrieve the information he was after. โHmmmm. Says here that you've been a pilot for several years and that you are currently on suspension from active service; reinstatement not due for at least another six to seven weeks, pending the outcome of further hearings.โ He tapped at the device and then whistled. โCourt-martialed back at the beginning of December on two counts of involuntary manslaughter, as well as disobeying orders during...โ
โYeah, yeah, we get the picture,โ Simon interrupted.
โSo, that's all correct?โ
โYes,โ Simon said, trying not to glare.
โMay I ask where you've been and what you've been doing for the last four and a half months?โ
โI've been working here.โ
โDoing what, exactly?โ
Simon looked around, then back at the man in disdain. โWhat the hell do you think? I've been picking apples!โ
โCool it, Lieutenant.โ More tapping. โYou've not been anywhere else? Not left the country or the planet?โ
โNo.โ
โFine,โ the representative said. โDid Dean speak much before his death?โ
โOnly to tell me that he had ejected from his Tactical Assault Fighter, though I never heard it come down. It's pretty quiet around here, so I'm sure it would have woken me up. He didn't manage to tell me how he got all those bullet wounds either.โ
โThe TAF has been taken care of,โ the man stated, eyes focused on the digital assistant.
โWhere did it come down?โ Simon asked, looking around a little confused. He half expected to see a plume of smoke rising from somewhere in the distance. โNot in one of the orchards?โ If the TAF had come down, then wouldn't there be some sign of its crash? And come to think of it, where was Dean's parachute?
โNo, don't worry. There's no need to be concerned about that. Like I said, it's been taken care of.โ The man raised his eyes from his PDA. โYou're sure he didn't say anything else?โ
Simon felt as though the man was trying to suggest that he might be trying to hide something. โNo.โ
โOkay. Thank you for your co-operation, Lieutenant. You can let your family know that we will be departing shortly,โ the man said before powering down the PDA and slipping it back into his jacket. He pressed a button on a device in his ear and spoke to confirm he was finished.
Simon started off to re-join his mother and father, who were hovering by the porch and trying to see inside the house.
โExcuse me, Lieutenant,โ the NIS representative called out to him, before jogging over to join the three. โJust one thing before we go...โ
The three listened as he made one last point clear: no-one had come to the house that night and none of them had ever heard of a man by the name of Patrick Dean. Once they understood and agreed with what he was telling them, he then informed them, in rather pleasant tones, that they would have their couch replaced later that day, or early the next. Their living room had also been thoroughly cleaned, leaving no trace of the incident.
* * *
โBloody pain in the arse,โ Gregory grumbled as he and Simon tried to locate and organise any orchard workers who may have decided to return to work that afternoon, following the Navy's departure. Simon did not comment, the whole experience seeming a little surreal to him at this point. โLet's hope that it'll be another ten years before we see that lot again.โ
The CSN returned just two weeks later.
II
โ An Unwelcome Visitor โ
Although the CSN's reappearance at the Dodds household was by no means discreet, the first Simon knew about it was due to the sound of his father cursing at the top of his voice and striding with great displeasure towards the Confederation transport craft that had landed close to the house. It had touched down in one of the orchards belonging to the family, damaging the valuable crop and sending his father into a rage.
Simon had been sitting in the study at the time, pushing a pen around various pieces of paper. At the sound of his father's cursing he left the house, seeing the CSN representative that was making his way up the track; the man removing a white envelope from within his jacket. Simon's father strode past him, caring little for what he had to say and only about what was happening to his field.
โSecond Lieutenant Simon Dodds?โ the man in full naval dress and sporting a pair of dark glasses asked, as Simon hurried after his father.
โYeah?โ Simon answered, both men now following Gregory down the track in the direction of the transport.
โThis request came in from CSN HQ for you today. I should advise you that it is urgent.โ Simon took the envelope from the man and removed the single piece of folded paper within. Though the letter was brief, the message was clear: it called for his immediate return to duty. His suspension was over, even though he had only served five months of the six he had been handed. Odd. Suspensions often ran far longer, whilst the Confederation Stellar Navy considered reinstatement of personnel. Stranger still was that the request had been made in the form of a personal letter. A video call was far more usual. The Navy's presence at the family home, to hand deliver said letter, further compounded the supposed urgent nature of the request.
โDo I have to leave right now?โ Simon asked, lowering the letter.
โNo,โ the man shook his head. โBut I'd suggest you be prepared to do so early tomorrow morning.โ
โWas the request made on behalf of anyone in particular?โ Simon said, turning the piece of paper over a few times.
โI believe it was Commodore Parks,โ the delegate said.
Simon looked again at the letter, trying to extract some more information; trying to read what was not there. As he did so, he vaguely heard the messenger telling his father that the family business would be compensated for any untoward damage to his field.
โA CSN inspector and maybe even a government inspector, if need be, will be dispatched to assess the possible damage.โ
โNo, that's not good enough,โ his father bellowed back at the dark glasses wearing man, who raised both hands in a defensive gesture. โThat's an organic field! We don't use chemicals, or machinery to pick the produce. We do everything by hand! And you have gone and contaminated the entire region with your blatant disregard for the honest working man...โ
Workers handling various pieces of farming equipment and clutching baskets brimming with apples were looking from their employer to the naval delegate.
โAs I said sir, I am sorry for any damage that we may have caused...โ
โAnd yet you are still not shutting off those damn engines!โ Gregory said in disbelief, throwing his hands up in the air. The shuttle's engines were burning the grass behind it and Simon could only guess at the long-term effects it might have on the crop.
The Dodds family owned several orchards and were proud to be one of the few remaining large scale organic farms remaining in Ireland. Much of the produce was sold to be used in premium organic juices. Others worked their way into stores throughout western Europe. Though rather impressive, Simon had had enough of apples for the time being.
* * *
He spent much of the afternoon stuffing clothes into a bag in preparation for his departure early the next morning. His father's voice had drifted up the stairs to his room as he did so; the man expectant of not only a very large cheque from the CSN, but an even bigger apology.
Gregory was still seething over the CSN's visit to his orchard when Simon joined his parents at the table for dinner.
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