Riss Series 3: The Riss Survival by C. R. Daems

Author:C. R. Daems [Daems, C. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Adventure, Military, Science Fiction & Fantasy
ISBN: 9781481058216
Google: TZFSnQEACAAJ
Amazon: 1481058215
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2012-12-02T17:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

Alien scout at Kamboja

"Well, Nadya, what do you suggest," Pavao asked over a tight-beam connection, as we approached the entrance to the Wave.

"Let me go in first, you follow thirty minutes later. The Mnemosyne is far stealthier than the Bobcat, and it will give me time to assess the situation before you arrive."

"Good luck. See you at Kamboja."

The trip took three days but felt like a month, as my imagination ran wild. I visited each section at least once. Everyone seemed to be having the same feelings, except Thalia.

<Exciting.>

<Prefer boring.>

<Maybe meet Riss cousins.> An evil grin.

<Maybe hunters like humans.>

<Worry too much.>

<Hopefully.>

We slipped into Fools Landing with four engines at half power, the minimum power necessary to leave the Wave, and all detection systems passive.

<Nothing, Leader.> Jaelle sent, although unnecessary as I could hear the responses from each station as she checked with them and could see the monitors overhead. I had appointed Jaelle as the XO, mostly redundant in a Riss ship as everyone was equal and, therefore, anyone could stand Watch or assume another position. But, she needed the experience of command. I felt strongly that while the Riss were competent—more than competent—they didn't have that same reflexive aggressiveness of humans that would be required in battle. Riss-humans were, after all, still human. That presented a potential problem over time.

<Am I wrong?>

<No, sister. Riss understand. You Leader.>

<That's your answer for everything. >

<Good answer.> Laughter, making it impossible to take it personal. All joking aside, it was a good answer. I had the position of Leader whether I wanted it or not, therefore, it was my responsibility—like it or not.

<What if the pilot got sick? Wouldn't the copilot take over?>

<No. Still learning.> Image of an old fashioned bi-plane rolling and jerking around and almost colliding with buildings and trees while trying to land.

<You clown.>

<Yes.>

By the time the Bobcat exited the wave, we still hadn't detected anything suspicious. One merchant ship had entered the space but no one had been tailing it. But what was suspicious? We didn't really know what the enemy looked like or what kind of technology they had—or whether it really was an invasion. I had a raging headache.

<Send everything quiet to the Bobcat.> I would be heard by everyone on the Bridge but be acted upon by r-Galene who was currently at the Comm position.

<Bobcat acknowledges. Proceeding to take up position closer to Fools Landing as agreed.>

<Jaelle. You have the Watch.>

<I have the Watch.> Jaelle sent, somewhat nervously. She had been co-XO under Pavao for several months, which of course was precious little experience. Hopefully, she would grow into the position in time to assume command of the Minerva. But who would be her XO and who would be mine? Elissa was already training under Alena. Petar might be all right, with training, but I doubted Damion would ever be suitable for command. And a fourth Riss cruiser would eventually—within two years or less—be commissioned. My raging headache doubled, until Thalia took pity on me, and it began to ease.

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