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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Exiled

  Chapter 1- Debris

  Chapter 2- You're In Charge

  Chapter 3- Hannan

  Chapter 4- Cat and Mouse

  Chapter 5- Egg Breath

  Chapter 6- Meet the Marines

  Chapter 7- Gone

  Chapter 8- Ambush

  Chapter 9- Ruins

  Chapter 10- Lena

  Chapter 11- Void Wraith

  Chapter 12- Report

  Chapter 13- Kathryn

  Chapter 14- Suspicious

  Chapter 15- Change Course

  Chapter 16- In System

  Chapter 17- Away Party

  Chapter 18- Company

  Chapter 19- Tigris

  Chapter 20- Dig In

  Chapter 21- Ancient

  Chapter 22- Hannan's fight

  Chapter 23- VI

  Chapter 24- Slug Fest

  Chapter 25- Escape

  Chapter 26- Fizgig

  Chapter 27- What Now?

  Chapter 28- Old Flame

  Chapter 29- Planatos

  Chapter 30- Library

  Chapter 31- The Admiralty

  Chapter 32- Confirmation

  Chapter 33- Blockade

  Chapter 34- Reveal

  Chapter 35- Eavesdropping

  Chapter 36- Licking Wounds

  Chapter 37- Reconciliation

  Chapter 38- Aha

  Chapter 39- Scout

  Chapter 40- Leak

  Chapter 41- Quantum Lite

  Chapter 42- Here Kitty Kitty

  Chapter 43- Fizgig's Wrath

  Chapter 44- Surrender

  Chapter 45- Stand Down

  Chapter 46- Boarded

  Chapter 47- Stealth Ship

  Chapter 48- Strange Bedfellows

  Chapter 49- Machine Shop

  Chapter 50- Hold

  Chapter 51- CIC

  Chapter 52- Last Stand

  Chapter 53- Desperate Plan

  Chapter 54- EVA

  Chapter 55- Gauss

  Chapter 56- Harvester

  Chapter 57- Captain

  Chapter 58- Alpha Judicator

  Chapter 59- Larva

  Chapter 60- Fried

  Chapter 61- Tigris Bridge

  Chapter 62- Void Wraith Bridge

  Chapter 63- Allies

  Chapter 64- VI Removal

  Chapter 65- Engage

  Chapter 66- VI Replacement

  Chapter 67- More Allies

  Chapter 68- Primo Online

  Chapter 69- Down With The Ship

  Chapter 70- Promoted

  Chapter 71- Nolan

  Chapter 72- Countdown

  Chapter 73- The Core

  Chapter 74- Edwards

  Epilogue

  Exiled

  DESTROYER

  Chris Fox

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  For Saul. If you hadn't forced me to start writing again, none of this would have been possible.

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  Chapter 1- Debris

  Commander Nolan ducked through the hatch into the combat information center of the UFC Johnston. It was smaller than he was used to, the consoles set closer to each other than they'd been back at the Office of Fleet Intelligence. Seven people made the room positively claustrophobic, and he imagined that this was what sailors had experienced aboard submarines just a few centuries past.

  "Captain, we're clearing the sun's corona. Inductive field down to twelve percent. I'm bringing thrusters online," Emo called over his shoulder in a strange southern drawl, completely at odds with his appearance. Waif-thin and pale, he wore black lipstick and white makeup. The left side of his head had been shaved, while the shiny black hair on the right side drooped over his face. He sat near the far end of the CIC, his simple chrome chair aimed at the view screen.

  That view screen showed the most breathtaking vista Nolan had ever seen. Pillars of flame hundreds of miles high shot up around them, more than one coming perilously close to their destroyer class vessel. Emo deftly maneuvered around the flares, slowly gaining distance from the star. The fact that it was even possible to escape a sun's gravitational pull was nothing short of miraculous, but the Helios drives made it commonplace. They simply harnessed the sun's own energy.

  "Commander, are you going to join us?" called a gruff voice. Nolan turned toward the voice, which had come from a chair on the opposite side of the room--one that was set a little higher than the rest, a subtle reminder that the person sitting there was in charge.

  In this case, that person was a short man in his early sixties, a person Nolan had revered his whole life. The legendary Captain Dryker, hero of the Tigris war. His white beard was scraggly and his hair hadn't seen a brush since Nolan had boarded three days past, but the captain's eyes were sharp and his leanly-muscled physique was still that of a much younger officer.

  "Yes, sir," Nolan said, realizing he was still standing just inside the narrow hatchway. He threaded between the communication consoles, wishing he knew the names of the two techs working there. He stepped up next to the Captain's chair, folding his hands behind his back.

  "You're two minutes early," the Captain said, though his eyes were fixed on the view screen.

  "Yes, sir. I prefer being early," Nolan said, though he had the impression that the captain wasn't really listening.

  "Captain," Emo called, spinning his chair to face them. "You're going to want to see this. Check grid 729, sir."

  "Noted," Dryker said, scanning a data pad sitting in his lap. He loosened the collar of his uniform, revealing a coffee stain on the cotton shirt underneath. Nolan waited for several moments while the captain scanned. Dryker finally looked up, meeting Nolan's gaze. "What do you make of this, Commander?"

  He handed the pad to Nolan, who quickly scanned the data. "It's a debris field, sir. From the alloy, I'd suggest it's probably the remains of a Tigris vessel. It's smaller than I'd expect, though. A science vessel, maybe?"

  "Very good," Dryker replied, giving a tight nod. "And what can you deduce from the situation?"

  Nolan was silent as he glanced between the view screen and the data pad. There were a lot of disparate pieces, but he knew they added up to something--something the Captain was already aware of. "There was a battle, and that battle was recent. Tigris don't generally send their science vessels outside their own space, and they certainly don't send them to a human colony like Mar Kona."

  "Good, but there's a more urgent fact you're missing," Dryker said, eyeing Nolan frostily.

  Nolan resisted the urge to blush. He'd only been aboard the Johnston for a few days, and didn't mind admitting that the war hero intimidated him. "Sir?"

  "The debris is close, maybe three hundred thousand clicks from the sun's corona," Dryker supplied, raising an eyebrow.

  "Ahh, I should have caught that," Nolan replied, finally understanding. He tensed. "The battle was recent. Very recent. If this had happened even a few hours ago the debris field would have already been pulled in by the sun's gravity."

  The Johnston had cleared the corona, and was accelerating toward the debris field. As they approached the view screen's magnification shifted to provide a close up. Large chunks of bronze-colored alloy floated in space, sinking gradually closer to the sun.

  "Set condition one throughout the ship," Dryker barked.

  A blonde lieutenant in her early twenties gave a quick no
d and a murmured response, then the lighting changed. The bright halogens faded to soft red, and a single warning klaxon rang across the deck. Nolan had never seen a ship of the line enter combat readiness, but he'd been trained for it back at the academy. He moved a step to the left, clipping himself to a handle on the side of the bulkhead.

  "Captain, do you think whoever did this is still here? Wouldn't we be able to see them?" Nolan asked. It might be a stupid question, but he was genuinely curious.

  "It's possible they could have retreated back into the sun, and they may have already used the Helios Gate," Dryker conceded, his eyes never leaving the view screen. "I don't think so, though. I'm guessing they're still in system. Emo, give me a system scan. Where could a vessel run to?"

  "There are only two real choices," Emo said. "They could go for that asteroid field that used to be a moon, or they could be hiding in Mar Kona's shadow."

  "They'd have to be damned quick to make it to the planet already," Dryker said, rising from his chair and crossing the deck to stand next to Emo. Nolan considered following, but chose to stay clipped to the bulkhead.

  "Sir, if they are in the asteroid field, what are we planning to do about it?" Nolan asked.

  "Captain," the blonde snapped, drawing Nolan's attention. Her blue eyes had gone wide. "Another vessel is emerging from the Helios Gate. It's clearing the sun's corona now. It's broadcasting an ident. Looks to be a Tigris Warship."

  "Battle stations," Dryker barked.

  Chapter 2- You're In Charge

  Nolan tensed as the Klaxon blared a second time. That was the only sign that anything had changed. The techs manning the comm stations didn't so much as flinch, instead keeping their focus and continuing to monitor the individual metrics that every warship needed in combat.

  "Commander Nolan," Dryker said, brushing lint from the arm of his uniform. He looked up to meet Nolan's gaze. "You have the bridge."

  "Excuse me? Uh, sir," Nolan said, trying to keep the shock from his voice. The idea that a Captain would desert his bridge during a battle was unthinkable.

  "Did I stutter? The shift has changed. It's 0800 and you're scheduled to take command, aren't you? I'm going to go get some chow," Dryker said. His tone was flat, completely devoid of emotion.

  Nolan paused, glancing at the view screen. The Tigris warship loomed behind them, slowly clearing the sun's corona. The spike-shaped vessel dodged a solar flare, disappearing for a moment before returning to view. The thing looked like a high-caliber bullet: long, lean, and deadly. Three ports ringed the midsection, each capable of launching one of the dart fighters the Tigris so loved to employ. Above those ports were a smaller ring of turrets, designed to launch harpoons that would pin their foes long enough to grapple them.

  "Sir, I'm not sure that's appropriate. I've only been aboard ship for three days, and I--" Nolan began.

  "Nolan," Dryker snapped, taking a step closer. Nolan could smell coffee on the captain's breath. "You're an officer of the UFC, are you not? You're trained to command in combat--by OFI, no less. If the Office of Fleet Intelligence hasn't prepared you for battle, then why the hell are you on my ship?"

  "Well, yes, I have been trained," Nolan began again. "But, sir, you've seen at least a dozen battles. Are you certain that--"

  "I'm going to see about breakfast," Dryker said, ducking past Nolan and through the hatch. He paused to poke his head back inside. "Figure it out, Nolan. Or we're all dead."

  Nolan took a deep breath and focused on the view screen. The warship was closing, but because it was exiting the sun's corona it hadn't had time to accelerate yet. They still had a little time to react. That time would be critical. The Tigris warship was three times their size. It was faster, better armored, and packed wall to wall with a race that lived for combat.

  "Pilot," Nolan barked, trying to affect the same tone of authority Dryker had used. "Set course for the asteroid field around Mar Kona."

  "Acknowledged, Commander," Emo replied in a lazy drawl. Nolan couldn't feel the ship accelerate, but the asteroids loomed larger as the Johnston made for them.

  "You," he said, pointing at the blonde comm tech. "What's your name?"

  "Lieutenant Juliard, sir," the woman said, blinking at him.

  "Juliard, open a channel to the Tigris vessel and put it on screen," Nolan ordered. He moved to the Captain's chair, pausing to inspect the smooth chrome. Then he sat, resting his arms on the cold metal. The chair had been designed for function, not form. Just like everything else on this rust bucket. The Johnston had been old when the war with the Tigris began, and should have been retired when that war ended.

  "On screen, sir," Juliard said. Nolan glanced up as the screen shimmered. The asteroid disappeared, replaced by a very feline, very angry face. This Tigris had black fur and large yellow eyes. Its shoulders, arms, and chest were corded with thick muscle, and Nolan was thankful they weren't in the same room. This thing could probably tear him apart.

  "You will die for this atrocity, ape," the creature snarled. When it spoke, Nolan caught sight of wicked two-inch fangs. A thickly-furred tail flicked over its shoulder, as though it had a mind of its own. "The Leonis Pride will be alerted to your cowardly actions."

  Nolan attempted to explain. "We didn't destroy your science vessel. We--"

  The view screen went dark.

  "They've cut connection, sir," Juliard said, quite unhelpfully.

  "Lovely," Nolan snarled. He leaned forward in the chair, thinking quickly. "Emo, how close are we to the asteroid field?"

  "Not close enough, sir. I've plotted the Tigris intercept course. They're going to reach us about forty seconds before we make that field," Emo said, glancing over his shoulder at Nolan. Nolan had a hard time taking Emo seriously, and hoped his style of dress didn't mean the young pilot was bad at his job. They were going to need some top-notch flying in the next few minutes.

  He considered his strategy for all of three seconds. Tigris had greater acceleration, which fit their MO. Their vessels had dense tritanium along the spike at their prow, which was perfect for ramming enemy vessels. Once they'd done so, hatches opened all along the tip to allow them to disgorge boarding parties. Tigris loved hand to hand combat, and their vessels didn't have any ranged weaponry beyond their harpoons and dart fighters. That had proven to be more than enough during the eight-year war.

  "Full burn for those asteroids, Emo," Nolan ordered. He turned to a dark-skinned man he'd yet to meet. The man was standing at the gunnery station. "You, Lieutenant...Ezana? Bring turrets one through eight online, and prepare for dispersal firing. See if you can make them wary, at least."

  "Yes, sir." The man bent back to his console.

  Nolan punched a button on the tablet the captain had left him, and the view screen shifted to show the pursuing Tigris vessel. It had already exited the corona, and was accelerating toward them.

  "Commander, they're gaining rapidly," Juliard said, her voice rising half an octave.

  "Damn it," Nolan cursed, knowing they were playing right into the Tigris hands. Should they stand and fight? No, that way lay death. He needed a way to even the odds.

  "Commander, they've launched three darts," Ezana shouted. "I'll try to intercept."

  The entire ship shook as the starboard and aft turrets began firing. Each turret was a miniature gauss cannon, little brothers to the forward-facing main cannon underslung along the hull. Unfortunately, that cannon required them to be facing a foe, and Nolan wasn't about to risk that.

  Three sleek, missile-like ships were rapidly closing the distance to the Johnston. Nolan held his breath as all eight turrets fired. White streaks shot into space--visible evidence of the breakup of the projectile housing, as each turret fired a depleted uranium core accelerated to lethal velocity with powerful magnets.

  One of the darts exploded, but the other two took evasive maneuvers. The darts had no armaments, but their massive engines allowed them to rapidly close with their targets. Like their parent vessel, they had dense tr
itanium armor, which meant that only a direct hit would bring one down.

  "Brace yourselves," Nolan roared, grabbing onto the side of the chair. The ship shuddered, then shuddered again, as both darts impacted.

  Unlike the Primos, the Tigris didn't generally use conventional ordinance. Those missiles were troop transports.

  He stabbed a button on the right arm of the Captain's chair to send his voice across the entire ship. "This is commander Nolan," he said. "All hands prepare to be boarded."

  Chapter 3- Hannan

  Hannan settled her combat helmet over her bare scalp, flicking the switch that illuminated the targeting HUD. Her Head-up Display could be set to show a variety of things, but for this engagement, targeting was what she needed. She tucked her sidearm into the holster strapped to the leg of her TX-11 body armor, then picked up her her assault rifle. Around her the rest of the squad was doing the same.

  "Mills, you're on point," she said, tucking two more clips into the largest pouch on her belt.

  "Sure," the handsome sniper said. He peered at her with those frosty blue eyes, expression as emotionless as a shark's. He didn't salute, and she didn't ask him to. He did his job, and that was enough.

  "Edwards, keep your cool, all right? Wait for them to come to us." Hannan turned to face the largest member of the squad, a beefy man with a thick red beard and a shaved scalp. The private had a slightly vacant expression, which matched his demeanor. Edwards wasn't smart, but he was loyal and took orders well.

  "Yes, sir," Edwards said, giving her an eager nod. He picked up his heavy assault rifle, the TM-601. It weighed nearly sixty pounds, about three times her own TM-30.

  "Paterson," she said, addressing the oldest member of the squad. Paterson wore a neatly trimmed beard that was beginning to gray, and had been in the 14th even longer than Hannan. For some reason he'd never advanced beyond private, and seemed happy with that. "I want you to keep an eye on the kid." She didn't wait for a reply, exiting the armory and starting up the corridor.