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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  RELAY PUBLISHING EDITION, JULY 2019

  Copyright © 2019 Relay Publishing Ltd.

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  Jack Colrain is a pen name created by Relay Publishing for co-authored Military Science Fiction projects. Relay Publishing works with incredible teams of writers and editors to collaboratively create the very best stories for our readers.

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  Blurb

  This mission might be their last.

  Humanity can’t win. Lieutenant Daniel West and his soldiers will never overcome the crushing odds of a direct assault against superior alien forces. Every simulation test they’ve run ends the same way—in death. But, they have no other choice. The only option is to destroy the Gresians forever, or face Earth being overrun by alien forces.

  Forever.

  Good thing Daniel has no problem eradicating an enemy that shows no mercy. He won’t risk standing by and allowing the Gresians to enslave those he loves. So, when orders come down, he’s ready to take the war straight to the enemy’s home turf.

  But the Gresian’s planetary defense systems destroy half their platoon before they can even land on the alien world,nd when a counterattack is launched against Earth, the support ships are forced to pull back from Gresian space—leaving the team stranded, with orders to finish the mission. By any means necessary.

  In the end, there’ll be only one way to give his team a slim chance at survival and restore hope for humanity’s future.

  But it will require Daniel to make the toughest choice of all.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Epilogue

  End of Gateway War

  About Jack Colrain

  One

  Orbit of Saturn

  Daniel West was floating, drifting in the biggest and most comfortable sensory deprivation tank imaginable—far larger than what anyone on Earth could have constructed, and far more effective, too… better even than the mental void of a Mozari Library cube’s vestibule. His muscles could stretch out comfortably, his bones aligning without any sense of pressure or stress. He was perpetually falling into peaceful sleep, with the darkness of infinity being both far away and beyond reach, and also snug and form-fitting, and—

  “Now,” Ying Xi-Huang’s voice said, and then Daniel was dropped into a jump-seat, the padding thudding into his back and the edge of the seat into the back of his calves as the artificial gravity came back online. His digital camouflage uniform still felt a little weird and puffy over and around him, typical of the Mozari-derived artificial gravity in human-operated starships.

  The viewport that wrapped around the shuttle’s cockpit was filled with darkness and tiny speckles of starlight, one of which shimmered oddly. “There it is,” Bella Torres, the Latina woman sitting in the cockpit’s right-hand seat said, pointing. Daniel had been both surprised and relieved that she’d recovered sufficiently from her ordeal at the hands of the Gresians on Lyonesse, in order to be able to join them on this mission.

  “I see it,” Hope Ying said. “Daniel, are you ready?”

  “I’m ready if you are.”

  Hope’s hands flew over the controls of the shuttle. They called it a turtle shuttle, as, from the outside, it vaguely resembled a turtle shell. Inside, behind the two-person cockpit was a small alcove with a couple of jump-seats—one of which Daniel was strapped into—and behind that the shuttle had a plain hold large enough for a couple of dozen passenger seats, or about thirty tons’ worth of cargo.

  In the case of this shuttle, two large, vaguely humanoid-shaped crates were secured, one on each side of the hold. Something about them conveyed a sense of extreme weight, though Daniel couldn’t put his finger on what that was. Maybe, he thought, it was because he was overburdened with knowledge, being so aware of what was in them.

  “This thing steers like a cow,” Torres muttered.

  “And doesn’t accelerate much faster,” Hope agreed. There was a sudden metallic creak from behind Daniel, drawing his eyes to the crates which were sliding alarmingly in their harnesses despite the ship’s inertial cushioning system. They had to be carrying a hell of a mass to be able to do that, he reflected.

  “Daniel,” Hope said, “transference in three, two, one...”

  The strange shimmer ahead suddenly expanded, and then the viewport was filled with a gray void like static, as if even space and time were absent from the reality outside. Or maybe it was reality that was absent. Then, in the blink of an eye, the grayness and the shimmer were gone, and in the distance directly ahead was a yellow-orange dot with a gleaming razor edge of ring system tilted across it. This planet, Daniel recognized at once—any school child on Earth would.

  “Do you think anybody saw us emerge from the gateway?” Daniel asked.

  “Not that gateway,” Torres said. “It’s right in line with the Sun. Even at this distance, its output will swamp us.”

  “We need to not hang around here, though,” Hope reminded her. “If we want to get where we’re going undetected and deliver those…. things.” She jerked a thumb in the direction of the huge crates, then turned to look at Daniel. “Then it’s your turn to have fun.”

  “You’re having fun here?”

  “Ish. Familiarity breeds contempt,” Hope answered, “and so does the handling of this space tractor.” She turned back to her piloting. “The next leg of the trip is—-”

  “Hold!” Torres suddenly snapped. “I’m detecting an energy spike, forty thousand klicks to starboard.”

  “Defense station, mine, or enemy ship?”

  Torres squinted at the output displays from her scanners for a moment. “Definitely another ship. Troop transport, I think.”

  “Their sensors won’t be particularly sensitive,” Daniel said, “even if they’re actually looking for us and not just ferrying troops or equipment.”

  “Every ship out is looking for us, so they’ll be no exception.” Hope frowned for a moment, and then told Torres, “Shut everything down.”

  “We could open a gateway and jump straight to the next checkpoint—”

  “And they might detect the gateway, especially the exit, since that’s close to the planet.” Hope shook her head firmly. “Our best chance is to avoid the use of any gateways from here on in. Stick to the plan.”

  “I thought our plan was to keep out of the way,” Daniel said. “Isn’t that going to be difficult if we shut everything down?”

  “Run silent, run deep, Daniel; isn’t that what they used to say in submarines?”

  Daniel
shook his head. “They can’t hear us through the vacuum of space.”

  “No, but they can detect our heat and EM leakage. If we shut those down and push ourselves out of the way with only compressed gas thrusters, they may not notice us… or at least not realize we’re another ship.”

  Daniel couldn’t think of a flaw in her logic. As it was, Hope and Torres powered down the shuttle in the next moment, gently adjusting their free-fall towards the giant planet ahead with jets of compressed gas.

  As the minutes ticked by, one of the specks of starlight ahead and to the right out of the viewport grew steadily larger. Daniel began to feel a tension in his gut, and felt glad that he was wearing a Mozari Exo-suit under his digies. If there was going to be a fight, he wanted the best possible chance of winning it.

  Winning mattered, after all.

  Slowly, the growing speck of light approached, resolving into a bright white cylindrical starship several times larger than the shuttle. They couldn’t possibly not have detected the shuttle, Daniel thought; he was certain of it.

  It grew closer still, now the size of his pinkie nail in the viewport and sliding to the right.

  Then it was behind them and beginning to shrink. He could hardly believe it, and let out a long quivering breath, just like Hope and Torres. “Shit,” he muttered.

  “That was damn close,” Torres agreed.

  “Is this where I should say I told you so?” Hope asked.

  They left the shuttle’s systems off for another couple of hours, hurtling with minimal control towards the next stage of their journey and the ringed planet ahead. “Where are we in relation to the target?” Daniel wondered aloud.

  “Currently, its orbit has taken it to the far side of the planet,” Torres answered. “Right now, we’re passing through the synchrotron radiation belt.”

  Apart from the word “radiation,” which Daniel always thought of as something deadly that was to be avoided, that last phrase didn’t mean much to him.

  Hope added, “It’ll interfere with our sensors some, but should hopefully mess with theirs more.” After a while, and several more checks of both their timing and the passive sensors, Hope brought the shuttle’s power systems back on line for the rest of their journey towards the ringed gas giant.

  The swirling clouds of the planet’s storm-tossed atmosphere rolled past below the viewport, and Hope rotated the ship until the arc of the planet was above them. Lightning storms flickering through the clouds vaguely imitated the blaze of weapons-fire. Hope looked back up at the looming cloudscape. Her mouth quirked up slightly. “Now comes the sneaky part,” she said at last. “Well, the first sneaky part.”

  Daniel’s stomach lurched as the shuttle dropped upwards with soundless grace towards the murky field of the ionosphere, with energetic particles sparkling brightly across the viewscreen.

  “Is it really such a wise move to get too close to a gas giant?” Daniel asked, hoping the pilots would take the question as at least something of a warning.

  “Eh,” Torres grunted casually. “Even at this distance, the radiation belt is putting out over a quarter of a million rads. If it’s going to be dangerous to our health, it’s already done its damage.”

  “Well, I want to get closer yet,” Hope said. Through the forward viewscreen, the huge, reddish patch of a phosphide storm was growing rapidly larger as the horizon began to flatten out with nearness.

  “Closer’s putting it mildly,” Daniel muttered, “if we’re sticking to the same plan.”

  “Nobody here vetoed it,” Hope muttered distractedly. She pointed at the growing storm, which, though a mere pinhead in comparison to the entirety of the planet, was a good couple of thousand miles across. “We should find some help there.”

  “You don’t have to do this to impress me,” Daniel commented plaintively.

  “I’ll settle for impressing the defense forces when we get there.” Hope smiled faintly as she tilted the shuttle and plunged into the outermost wisps of sulfurous cloud. A cone of glowing red began to form around the shuttle’s nose as the friction-generated heat began to build up with their steep entry. The thickening clouds merely made the plasma outside burn brighter.

  “Are they likely to have fighters stationed down there?” Daniel asked.

  “I doubt it,” Torres answered.

  “They’re built for a vacuum and the relatively thin atmospheres of Earth-like planets,” Hope explained. “They’re not built for an atmosphere as thick as this. It would be like trying to fly in the deepest part of the ocean, where a submarine’s hull would be crushed.”

  “They’re not submarines, though.”

  “Space superiority fighters are built to keep pressure in, not to keep pressure out, but this turtle shuttle has a lot more leeway in how much external pressure it can take. That’s the one advantage to its structural design.” She thought for a moment. “We’re not built for an atmosphere quite like this one either, mind you.” As if setting out to prove her words, the shuttle began to shake and rattle, beaten by the growing turbulence of atmospheric currents around the huge storm.

  “This is where the fun begins,” Torres commented. The ship shook again, and lurched downwards out of the haze into a billowing patch of wind-tossed stormheads.

  Hope kept a tight grip on the controls, reacting swiftly as the shuttle lurched around the sky as if it was clawing its way through a mass of candy floss which was still in the whipping machine. Daniel held onto the armrests of his seat with white knuckles, though his face was a picture of the calm professionalism he always strove to project.

  “For a diplomat’s daughter, you have a decidedly odd sense of fun,” he grumbled.

  Torres laughed, but, before she could comment, a solid buffeting slapped her head back against the seat’s headrest. “Of course, fun has its drawbacks....” She rubbed at the back of her head with a wince. Miles below them lay a flat brown carpet that wasn’t ground, but the next layer of atmosphere. The image was strong enough, however, to unnerve Daniel. Was the ship vibrating or was he shaking? He just couldn’t tell on this weird journey.

  An oval spot on the console began to flash amber. “Heat shield’s beginning to overload.” Hope looked over at another read-out, surprisingly calm. “Hull pressure reaching nearly twenty atmospheres. I wouldn’t like to bet on which will blow first.”

  After almost an hour in the clutches of the high-pressure depths of hydrogen and helium, Hope’s watch beeped. “It’s time to surface,” she said. “If surface is the right word.”

  “Remember we need to approach without being detected or seen,” Daniel reminded them.

  “Yeah, it’d be nice if someone would finally invent one of those Star Trek cloaking devices,” Torres said. “This is the really tricky bit.” Hope looked at her and nodded, but didn’t say anything. Daniel couldn’t blame either of them; he knew exactly how difficult this was going to be.

  “This shuttle does have radiation shields, doesn’t it?” he asked.

  “Only for certain wavelengths,” Hope answered. She half-turned in her seat to look at him curiously. “Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

  “Probably.” He proceeded slowly, more thinking out loud than really leaping into presenting a strategy. Astrophysics wasn’t exactly his strong suit, after all—he’d gained his doctorate in law, not, literally, rocket science—but he was smart and a quick study. “Light is a part of the electromagnetic spectrum, right?” he began. She nodded. “So, visible radiation…. Is there a way to tune the radiation shielding to the visible wavelength?”

  “Maybe,” Torres replied, “but that would also blind us, if no light could get through to us.”

  “We fly on other wavelengths—”

  “And a flying black spot with no light getting through from anything behind us—”

  “Would look pretty fucking shady, yeah, but only while we’re in the atmosphere here, or occulting another body, the way the moon occults the sun in an eclipse. Against… spa
ce, it wouldn’t matter.”

  “It’s not that bad an idea,” Torres said thoughtfully. “The question is, what do we most want to avoid? Sensors, or visual detection?”

  Hope had no hesitation in her answer. “Sensors, definitely. Invisibility’s no good to us if a general sensor sweep picks us up, and space is pretty big and we’re pretty small, so the odds should be against anybody seeing us by chance. Visual invisibility would be less of a priority for us.” She smiled at Daniel. “Just in case, though, I’ll cut the running lights and internal lighting when we make our approach. That way, if anyone does happen to see us drift by, we should be indistinct enough that they’ll take us for a meteoroid, or one of the thousand rocks floating around in the ring system, if not one of the hundreds of transient moonlets.”

  “That works for me,” Daniel agreed.

  The shuttle rose gently, and, though he knew it was purely psychological, Daniel felt himself relax as the billowing clouds became less like a liquid floor around them. Just as the skies began to dim towards black, a chime sounded on Hope’s console. She hit a control, stopping their ascent.

  Above them, Daniel thought he saw something move swiftly from left to right. “Fighters?”

  “Fighters,” Torres confirmed. After a moment, she added. “I don’t think they saw us.”

  “They didn’t,” Hope confirmed. “If they had, it would all be over already.” After a moment, she resumed the ship’s ascent and sent it looping between the moonlets and rocks that they all hoped the shuttle could pass itself off as. She then guided the ship out in a long ballistic arc, avoiding the glittering rings that surrounded the planet.