Incarnations, Part Two

 As the three walked into the house Alex spoke.

“Something happened on Earth and you had to cut the visit short?”

“Yes.”     Evelyn replied.

“What happened?”  Asked Alex.

“I committed a sin.”  Said Evelyn.

“Sin is a mystical concept and is therefore invalid.”

Evelyn thought for a moment.  He then replied.

“I didn’t live up to the rational ethical standard.”

“What did you do wrong?”  Asked Alex.

Evelyn answered.

“If there was one thing I should’ve recalled from the memories I received from you, it’s that I should never give an evil man a break.”

“You did?”  Asked Alex.

“Yes, I did.”  Said Evelyn.  “And because I did an innocent girl was murdered right before my eyes.”

Both Alex and Diana stopped in the hall.

Alex spoke.

“Should we sit down?”

“Yes.”  Said Evelyn.

Alex led Evelyn and Diana into a sitting room.  The large picture window of the room overlooked a small lake on the Charon family estate.

When all three were seated Alex spoke.

“Now, what happened?”

Evelyn paused before answering.

“I went down to Minneapolis, just to see what the place was like now.”

“Is the Uptown Theater still there?”  Alex asked.

“Yes,” said Evelyn, “and they’re still running The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”

“Really?”  Said Alex.

“Yes, only once a year now, in the holographic format.”

Diana asked a question.

“What’s The Rocky Horror Picture Show?”

Alex answered.

“It’s a deconstruction of Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein as written by a follower of Herbert Marcuse.”

“Now I’m more confused.”  Said Diana.

“Which was the entire point of the film.”  Said Evelyn.
 
Alex nodded, Evelyn continued.

“But that wasn’t the fundamental problem.”  He said.  “The Chairman of the Grande-Sinjoro Corporation made several requests for a meeting with me in person in at their headquarters in the city of Chicago.  I gave a negative reply to the first message and ignored the subsequent notes.”

“He didn’t understand your response?”  Said Alex.

“No.”  Evelyn replied.  “He didn’t.  ‘No,’ is such a simple concept.  And he wasn’t the only one.  The concierge at the New Millennium Hotel couldn’t believe that I wanted nothing to do with that piece of garbage and offered to set up the meeting anyway.  So I changed hotels.”
   
Alex and Diana remained silent.

“I come back to the second hotel after a short tour of Nordeast Minneapolis, and there’s the piece of garbage, appearing in the center of the suite as if he was the senior senator from New York, he was acting as if he owned the place.”  Said Evelyn.  “He had a male flunky with him and a gift.”

“A gift?”  Said Alex.

“He likely thought of her as such.”  Evelyn replied.  “A female sex slave, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, she appeared to be about ten years in age, and was completely naked except the white slave bands.”

“White bands means she was unused.”  Said Diana.

“What a nice euphemism.”  Said Alex with a slight note of sarcasm.  “So what did he want?”

“He wanted to market their product on Freya and in the Ursa Major Confederation.”  Said Evelyn.  “He wanted to use our family’s influence to lift the capital ban on slavery.  And he brought along the girl to the meeting as a bribe.”

“You said no, of course.”

“I wasn’t polite about it.”  Said Evelyn.  “I used some old school barracks language in front of the girl.”

Evelyn wanted to stop.  He didn’t want to remember.

He sat silently until Diana spoke.”

“Evelyn?”

“I said no.”

“That wasn’t all, was it?”  Said Alex.

Evelyn hadn’t simply said no.  He thought that he was being clever in his response.  It didn’t work.

“No, that wasn’t all.”  Evelyn replied.  “I told him, ‘I won’t lift a finger to help you politically.  But I will do you one favor.  I’ll take this little girl back to Freya, where she’ll be adopted by a real family and grow up as a real person, and then when it’s time for you to join the choir infernal you’ll have one less sin to atone for.’”

Evelyn closed his eyes and silently wrapped himself around Diana.  He didn’t want to let her go.  Ever.

Alex spoke.

“He killed her.”

Evelyn opened his eyes and stared as if he were seeing into a void.

“Yes, he killed her.  Right there.  It was as if he was simply pressing the off switch for her.”

The monomolecular threads swiftly cut through the neck, wrists, and ankles.  Every part of the girl simply dropped to the floor.  Blood sprayed everywhere.

“I didn’t say anything.”  Said Evelyn.  “I simply drew my weapon and shot them through the heads.  As if they were simply animals.”

Evelyn paused, and then spoke again.

“I knelt and looked at her face.  I could see the light fading from her eyes.”

“I seen death.”  Said Alex.

“I know.”  Evelyn replied.  “I remember every one.  You never saw this one, and you don’t want to see this one.”

In Chicago as far as anyone standing outside could perceive it was simply an ordinary block shaped office building in the center of the newly reconstructed city.  It appeared as if the architect was barely competent to design such a structure.  In fact the designer had gone out of his way to make the structure, clad in black tinted glass, indistinctive when compared to other buildings in the city so it wouldn’t attract unwanted attention.

The ground limousine entered the restricted section of the underground garage.  An actual living and breathing security officer in a normal business suit stood and waited as the white haired passenger completed a retina scan.  Only then was the man allowed to enter the restricted section of the building.

The man rode the private elevator to the top floor of the building.  There he was met by another security officer.

The white haired man introduced himself.

“Mister Wolfe to see The Committee.”

The security officer looked through an actual printed book of holographic color photographs to identify Wolfe.

“You may enter, sir.”  Said the officer.

Wolfe said nothing more to the officer as he entered the restricted suite.

Past the entrance of the suite was a corridor.  On the far side of the corridor was another familiar set of doors.  Standing before the doors was a tall brown haired woman in an expensively tailored all white business suit.  She was one of the rare people in this age to still wear eyeglasses.

She spoke to Wolfe.

“The Committee requires that you sit in the chair under the spotlight.”

Wolfe took a step forward.  The woman blocked him with the right hand.
 
She spoke again.

“The Committee requires that you acknowledge their instructions.”

The elder Wolfe resented being treated as if he were still a mere schoolboy.

He replied.

“I will sit in the chair as instructed.”

The woman replied.

“Thank you Mister Wolfe, you may enter now.”

The woman opened the door.  Wolfe walked in.

The walls of the chamber were covered with black curtains.  Before the head of the room and the right and left sides were the elevated tables behind which The Committee would sit in judgement of the elder Wolfe.

Before the bench was a single and simple chair under a spotlight.

The elder Wolfe sat down.

It was then the men and woman who made up The Committee filed into the chamber.  Each member of The Committee was as old or older than the elder Wolfe.  Each member wore a black robe over a black shirt and a black skullcap.

When all the members were seated the chairwoman spoke to Wolfe.

“You will stand up.”

Wolfe stood up.

The chairwoman asked a question.

“Do you understand why you have been summoned?”

“Yes, Madam Chairman.”  Wolfe replied.

“Do you know the truth?”

“Yes.”  Said Wolfe.  “‘There is no god but God and the Elder Gabriel is His voice.’”

“Please be seated.”  Said the chairwoman.

The elder Wolfe sat down.

The chairwoman spoke.

“Brian Francis Wolfe, do you understand why you have been summoned before the committee?”

“No.”  He replied.

The chairwoman shook her head and then responded.

“Your son, Edward, was arrested, tried, and executed for the crime of enslavement in the Ursa Major Confederation.”

“My son was murdered by a false state to enforce a false law.”

The chairwoman spoke again.

“By placing himself outside the boundary of the true state your son placed himself outside the protection of the true law.”

“They had no right to murder my son!”

The chairwoman shook her head and spoke again.

“You are fully aware of the fact that there is no right and no wrong, there is only power over others.  You should have passed this awareness on to your son.”

“I know now.”  Said Wolfe.

Wolfe sat silently.

An Actual Dark And Stormy Night

 

Randsday, 2245 (Standard)

Negation, she thought.

A decision can be easy or it could be difficult.

The thunderstorm that crashed upon the Freyan capital city of Landfall was a thing of beauty.  The flash of lightning illuminated the streets and the buildings beyond the window with an electric blue glow.  With the light reflected from her face back upon the inside surface she could see the winkles beneath her eyes and the streaks of gray in her dark hair.

She gave thought to the window before her.

It was both invisible and itself a thing of beauty.  It separated and protected her from the outside environment and allowed her to see it in all its glory.  She could watch the passage of the storm from the safety of her office because of the applied thought of a man.

Those who destroyed the works of men couldn’t conceive of a pane of glass.  Nor could they be taught how to make one and integrate it into a structure.  The thoughts of rational men were nothing to them, and the works of men that resulted from the trains of rational thought were seen only as abominations that were to be smashed into dust.  

They didn’t see the truth and they didn’t want to see the truth.

Reality is real.

Her parents had taught her this before she learned to read.

Understand this and you can understand everything.

But there were those alive who didn’t want to know.  They actively sought ignorance, and they sought only to negate knowledge with the products of applied knowledge.

Now another of those men had stepped onto her world with the intent of negation, of murdering the people and smashing their works to nothing.  There was nothing that he would have gained from such acts.  It would be the sacrifice of actual things to nothing.  

Absolutely nothing.

Under the existing laws of her nation the subject of her present thought could simply be arrested and processed with his death being the ultimate result.  But that wouldn’t solve the larger problem.  The subject of the investigation was employed by a group of people back on Earth.  The employers will simply hire another man to attack the worlds under her care.  And the next time she may not be able to stop them.  
     
The woman had witnessed too much of the horror of negation over the course of her life.  She had seen her parents taken from her simply because they were the only sane people on an insane world.  She had seen her husband murdered simply because he was her husband.

Would it ever end?  She thought.  How does one deal with such people?

The phone on her desk rang.  She turned and quickly lifted the receiver to speak.

“Yes?”

A man’s voice at the far end replied.

“We’re ready to proceed, ma’am.”

“Do so.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

A trade off then.  Judith thought as she hung up the phone.  Let the immediate subject live and use him to discover his employers, and then eliminate them.

Across the city the subject of the conversation in question was sleeping naked in a hotel bed, but not for long.  This would be a hostile encounter.  He had not expected the police on any world, whom he normally thought of as no better than clowns to break into his hotel room in full tactical mode.  They shouldn’t have known of his origin or mission.

The arrest had been absolutely hostile.  At no point was he allowed to speak, nor was he spoken to.  He was gagged immediately by the black suited agency strike team.  He wasn’t given any cover for the weather.  He was dragged through the cold  winter rain to the agency assault team transport vehicle in the condition he normally slept in.  On this night in the city of Landfall on the planet Freya he was completely naked.

Upon arrival at their headquarters he was deposited in a holding cell.

Except for the light panels, the steel door, and buttons that controlled the sink and toilet, all the features of the entire holding cell were made of concrete.

This wasn’t a standard jail cell for a common criminal.  The authorities here on Freya had taken his presence on their planet seriously.

Very seriously.

Why?  He thought.

He was certain he would soon know why.  

The door of the holding cell opened outwards.  A long stun stick was immediately thrust into the cell and upon his chest.

He was shocked into a state of complete inaction.  

As he lay stunned on the floor the black suited agents entered the cell in mass.  They cuffed him behind the back and inserted a rod between his arms and his back.  The agents then lifted him by the rod and dragged him down a bleak and completely undecorated bureaucratic corridor.  The agents who carried him were escorted by four more agents paired fore and aft.

Not one of them said a word to him.

He was dragged down the corridor and around a corner to the right.  At the end of the second corridor he was carried into an interrogation room.  There was a stainless steel table and two chairs.  He was secured to one of the chairs by the ankles and wrists.

It was five minutes by his estimate before the door to the room opened again.

A woman stepped into the room and sat down at the table opposite of him.

The subject of the arrest took the time to visually examine the woman.  She appeared to be a bit over fifty standard years of age with light stands of gray hair appearing in the neatly cut body of short black hair.  The woman also had blue eyes.  She was dressed as a civilian with a white office blouse and blue slacks.  The woman wore a photo identification badge and carried an immaculate military service grade semiautomatic pistol in the custom black leather holster under her left shoulder.

I’m supposed to be frightened by this old broad?  He thought.  That was foolish of her, very foolish.    

The man then took a close look at the I.D. badge.  It was issued by the Central Security Agency of the Ursa Major Confederation.  Below the photograph on the badge was the logo of the agency.  This was in the form of a flag with a white “X” over a black field.  He didn’t know that the symbol was technically called the Cross of Saint Andrew.  He saw it as being identical to cross on the battle flag of the Confederate States of America.  He saw it as their admission of being evil.

The name on her photo badge was Judith Stern and showed her rank as Director of the agency.

NO!  He thought.  No! No! No! No!

The woman sitting opposite of him at the table was the true daughter of darkness.  She was the absolute incarnation of evil herself.

Judith Stern was personally responsible for the murder of millions of people on his home world.  No one, not a priest, nor a child, was exempt from her absolute depravity.

And he wasn’t in the custody of any police agency, the Freyan CSA was every mercenary soldier’s worst nightmare.  No mercenary soldier operating separately from an organized unit was safe from death by their Pest Control teams and ultimately backing the CSA field teams were the planetary landing forces of the Ursa Major Confederation Army and Marine Corps.  A Freyan Army brigade once engaged a mercenay battalion in support of a dictatorship.  It didn’t matter to him that the Pest Control teams also went after Marxists, Mobsters, and Eternals.

The Daily Mail on their front page published a photograph of an Eternal that had been killed by a CSA Pest Control team.

Worlds in close proximity to Freya were effectively off limits to mercenary operations, and in the custody of the Freyan CSA he was already dead.

She looked up at him and spoke.  Her voice was of solid authority, it was firm and without apparent emotion.

“Welcome to The Aquarium.”

 She then asked him a question.

 “Who are you?”

 He didn’t answer.

 There was a slight twitch on her right eyebrow.

 She calmly repeated the question.

 “Who are you?”

 There was no point in screaming.  He tried to reply clearly in a level voice.

 “Why don’t you tell me?”

 Without a word she looked down and opened the folder on the table before her.

 Printed documents?  He thought.  How primitive of them.

 She removed a set of reading glasses from a pocket of her blouse and used them to read from the printed file.

"Your name is Michael Gratton.  You were born in the City of New Boston on the planet Kennedy in the Alpha Centauri B system.  You’re the second son of the late Prime Minister Thomas Gratton.  After the rescue and reprisal mission to that world your mother brought you as an infant to her family home in the city of Boston in the State of Massachusetts on Earth.  You attended the Boston Latin School and the Federation Military Academy at West Point.  As a junior officer you were wounded in action in a minor dust up against a band of feral Muslims in Indonesia and subsequently received a knee joint replacement.  You spent the remainder of your time in the army in staff positions and as an instructor at the academy.  You were medically retired from the Federation Army with the rank of Major and emigrated to Xenophon in the Epsilon Indi system.  You’re now a minor stockholder in, and company grade officer of the Military Assistance Corporation based oiginally on Xenophon and now on Earth.”

 Gratton stared at Director Stern silently.  She had used the Freyan term for their crimes against his home world and the crimes they committed against his people.  One of the many people of that world murdered by the Freyans was his own father.

 Gratton continued to stare at her until he was able to speak without apparent emotion.

 “You’re wrong!”  He replied.  “My name is John Fletcher and I am a civilian.”

 The planetary clown farce on Freya shouldn’t have discovered this information on him along with the fact that he was traveling on a false set of identity documents.  With the CSA he was clearly in the hands of a very competent intelligence agency of an absolutely evil nation.

Michael Gratton clearly saw that he was now in deep trouble.

Judith Stern stared straight at him without a visible flinch.

“Major Gratton, or whatever your current rank in the MAC-X Corporation is, you’re traveling on a false set of documents, which is a felony, and you’re also a known mercenary, which in the Ursa Major Confederation is a capital offense.”

Gratton looked up at her and replied calmly.

“My name is John Fletcher and I am a witness for our Lord Jesus Christ.”

Judith Stern did not budge or blink.

“No Major Gratton.  You’re a veteran officer of the Federation Army, which is a yellow flag for this agency.  You’re traveling on false identity documents, which for us is a red flag.  And you’re a member of a commercial organization whose purpose is to violate the rights of individuals and to negate the sovereignty of nations, which is absolutely the black flag for us.  Would you please explain to us why we shouldn’t air out your head right now?”

Gratton blinked.

He raised his voice to reply.

“There’s nothing you can threaten me with!”

Stern simply smiled and responded in a calm voice.
 
“Of course not, there never is.”
 
What The Fuck did that mean?  He thought.

Stern saw that Gratton was mystified.  It was at this time she made her statement.

“Major Gratton, you and your backers seek to remove us from existence.   We need to discover who your backers are and exterminate them.  In order to do this we’re sending you back to Earth.  You’ll be kept under surveillance and through this we’ll find the people who trying to destroy us and we’ll kill all of them.”

Gratton now stared at her.  He then closed his eyes and shook his head.  

So far I hadn’t broken from my cover story, I can still use it.  He thought.  It’ll work.

“My name is John Fletcher.”  He cried out.  “I am a witness for Our Lord Jesus Christ on this Godless world.  Your people have turned from Our Lord at your eternal peril.  Don’t you understand that?”

Judith Stern stared straight through him as if she were a shipboard laser burning through a starship hull.  She then replied to him.

“Major Gratton, ‘Reality is Real’.”    

With that final reply she closed the folder on the table and stood up.  She spoke up to the staff members listening remotely.
“I’m finished.”

An officer opened the door for her from outside.  As she departed more officers suddenly entered the interrogation room and hit him with the stun staff again.  With full effect to full  unconsciousness.

When Michael Gratton awoke he was back on Earth.  The first thing he would hear was the voice of a different woman on the planet Earth.  

Nightmare, Part 2

Dennis Sterling and Francis Diaz had been newly promoted Corporals in the Republic of Freya Marine Corps.  They’d received the assignment of being members of the security detachment of the Freyan Consulate on Kennedy.

Several of the largest and oldest colonies of Earth, including Freya, had been granted independence by the Federation government.  The Freyan Republic, which at this time had only consisted of their own home world, had sent a full embassy to Earth.  There were also separate consulates on several of the independent worlds, including March at Alpha Centauri A, and Kennedy at Alpha Centauri B.  All of which required the presence of a Marine security detachment.  

With the official kidnaping by the local government of Judith Stern they now had a new mission.  They would attempt to rescue Judith from her captors and hide in the Outback region of the planet while waiting for the naval expedition to in turn rescue them.  Of course this assumed that the government and Navy back home on Freya would actually send an expedition.

And the mouth droppings of the Ambassador on Earth clearly didn’t help the situation.

The head of the rescue team was Tamara Zev.  She was a field officer of the intelligence service of the Freyan government.  She was sent to Kennedy under the cover of a junior consular officer.  With this she had some training in firearms and personal close combat.

Corporals Sterling and Diaz were the functional muscle of the team.  But as Marines on their first independent assignment they were expected to perceive and think on their own.  And the staff sergeant in charge of the Marine detachment believed it necessary to tell them that the haircut regulations weren’t in effect for the duration of the mission.

Ruth Newman was a navy medical corpsman assigned to the Marine security detachment.  She volunteered to stay behind as the combat medic on this mission.    

In the four standard weeks since the crisis began the team studied the available records on the subject of covert operations.  Other members of the consulate staff worked on the problems of creating false identification documents, obtaining vehicles, recruiting local supporters, and establishing the safe houses to operate from.

The Freyan consulate was formally expelled from the planet a week ago.  In their safehouse on the edge of New Boston the team was now on their own.

Tamara was in regular contact with Doctor Fuller in the hospital.  She updated the team on the situation there.

“According to the doctor they will be transferring Miss Stern to an orphanage within the week.  No idea which one yet.”

Ruth had a question.

“How bad are they?”

“The orphanages?”  Said Tamara.

“Yes.”

“No idea.”  Tamara replied.  “But they couldn’t be as bad as those described by Charles Dickens in Merry Old England.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure ma’am.”  Said Diaz.  “Parts of this planet look like they’ve made a serious effect to recreate the worst parts of Old Ireland on Earth.”

“I have to agree.” Said Sterling.

Ruth Newman spoke up.

“I normally don’t go out alone.”  She said.  “I did once, but I was accosted by someone.”

Diaz spoke up.

“What happened?”

“I encountered a loud drunken lout, and he apparently believed that women from off world were fair game for him.”

“How did it end?”  Said Diaz.

“I’m sure I broke his right arm at the elbow.”  Ruth replied.  “He screamed and ran away.  I far I know there hasn’t been a local police report on it.”

“Congratulations.”  Said Sterling.  “You have more real combat experience than Francis or myself.”

Diaz nodded in agreement.

Tamara spoke up.

“Guys, that incident remains off of the mission report.  Okay?”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

In the hospital as she recovered from the bout of pneumonia Judith Stern was transferred to the children’s ward.  Although there was another bed in the room she was alone.

The nursing staff and the other doctors barely spoke to her.  Only Doctor Fuller from the ICU came up to actually talk with her.

After the news was released that the Freyan Consulate had been expelled Judith asked Deborah a question.

“Are they coming to rescue me?”

Deborah replied.

“The people from the consulate told me only to say that they will come for you.”

From her room Judith had access to the local cyberspace network, the online news was clearly censored.  Nowhere could she find a website that gave the simple truth of her situation.  That is, the actual truth.  What she did find was the major stories of the destruction of a Space Guard vessel by the Freyaspace Concord, and of the Freyan Ambassador to Earth stating his support for the planetary government on Kennedy, and his statement that no attempt would be made by the Freyan government to perform a rescue of her.

Judith had also attempted to start a diary with her hospital room terminal.  But when she tried to access the file on the hospital system she found it had been deleted.

Judith complained to a nurse.

“Of course it was deleted!”  The Head Nurse of the ward replied.  “We can’t have any of your Godless filth on our network!”

“‘Reality is real’.”  Judith replied.  “The practice of medicine and the operation of computer networks are based on the absolute facts of reality.”

The Head Nurse was now angry.

“How dare you!”  She shouted.  “There is nothing without God!  You’ll kneel before...”

There was another shout.  Doctor Fuller interrupted the head nurse.

“SISTER!”

The head nurse turned to the door of the room.  Doctor Fuller was there.

“Doctor,” she said, “you don’t belong in this ward!”

“Miss Stern was my patient in the ICU.  I came to check on her.”

Doctor Fuller then spoke to Judith.

“How are you?”

Judith thought for a moment before answering.

“I tried to use the hospital system to write a diary.  They deleted the first entry.”

Doctor Fuller turned back to the Head Nurse.

“Well?”

The Head Nurse replied.

“We can’t have that Godless filth on our system!”

Judith Stern then spoke in a calm voice.

“On Freya the act of censorship, to block individual perception, thought, and communication, is a capital crime.  Execution is carried out by a single round in the head in the old Soviet style.  And the remains are then dumped in the sanitary landfill with the rest of the trash.”

The face of the Head Nurse turned white as a sheet.

“You monsters!”  She cried out.  “You Godless monsters!”

The Head Nurse then fled from the room.

“What’s the problem?”  Said Judith.  “It’s just the proper defense of a natural right.”

A thought quickly came to mind to Deborah’s mind.

“I think,” she said, “that’s because it doesn’t fit their notion of being a proper Christian.”

Judith nodded.

“Yes, I can see that.”  She said.

Doctor Fuller had another thought.

“Is your terminal up?”  She asked.

“Yes.”

“I need to file a report on the nurse’s conduct.  Do you mind if I do it here?”

“Not at all.”

Deborah logged herself onto hospital network on the room terminal and began to quickly type in her report.

Judith had a question.

“Would it be possible to fix the censorship situation?”

“I don’t know.”  Deborah said.  

Deborah then thought of something.  She extracted a ball point pen from a pocket of her lab coat.

“We may have to do this the old fashioned way.”

She then picked up her notebook and carefully removed the pages she’d already used.  She gave her notebook to Judith.

“Thank you.”  Judith said.

It was a simple act of sanity and kindness.  With her report completed Deborah had to return to her work.  Judith sat back and thought.       

Why?  Judith thought.  Why did this happen?

Her father, a senior manager at the Freyaspace corporate home office saw a lack of service to the planet Kennedy.  He identified the lack of service as an opportunity to be exploited.  Her parents, Andrew and Kira Stern, would come to this world to establish the corporate base for the service.

Upon arrival it became very clear why there was a lack of service to Kennedy.  No one in their right mind wanted to come here.  The colony had been originally established as a means to get rid of the old school Northeastern Liberals who still infested their part of the old United States and Eastern Canada.  But there were enough Boston Irish colonists on planet to make it attractive to members of the Irish Diaspora in general.

Instead of becoming the intended East American Liberal hellhole the planet had become a systematic negation of human life based on old Catholic Ireland.   

A point that was very apparent was the extent that the local branch of the Catholic Church was now backed by the force of the state.  The Minister for Religion wasn’t an elected member of parliament but was instead appointed by the Archbishop of the planet.  Other Christian denominations were barely tolerated and weren’t allowed to independently operate schools for their own children.  

The attempt by her parents to establish a fully secular school for herself, her sister, and the dependents of those employed by Freyaspace was immediately squashed by the government.

It was at this point that Andrew Stern decided to finally terminate his attempt to create a scheduled service to this planet by the Freyaspace Corporation.

That would have been the end of the nonsense were it not for her illness.  In coming down with pneumonia, Judith, along with her parents, wouldn’t be able to leave the planet.  And Judith required hospital treatment if she was to survive.

The hospitalization worked.  It was everything else on this mind forsaken world that had negated Judith and her family.  

Then there was Doctor Fuller, who may or may not be the only friend she had on this planet.  She was the one sane person she could count on in this mess.

Judith’s train of thought was interrupted by the duty nurse.

“There’s someone here to see you.”  She said with a smile.

“Who?”

“Father Kirkman.”

Ernest Kirkman was the hospital chaplain.  He was the walking negation who had imposed this nightmare upon her.

“No,” said Judith, “I don’t want to see him.”

“Oh!”  Said the nurse.  “You really can’t mean that!”

Judith tried to maintain a calm exterior as she answered.

“Nurse?  What part the word of NO did you not understand?”

The nurse was surprised and struck speechless at the question.

At this moment Father Kirkman appeared beside the nurse and spoke.

“May I come in?”

Judith could not help allowing a note of anger enter her voice.

“No,” she said, “haven’t you done enough to negate my life?”

“We haven’t even begun on your path to salvation!”  Kirkman replied.

Judith assumed an adversarial tone of voice in her response.

“You haven’t done enough?  You’ve separated me from my parents and from the people I know and trust.  You’ve even censored my attempt to record my thoughts!  What more can you do?”

Kirkman was taken aback.  He took a moment to recover before speaking again.

“Child,” he said, “we have saved you from eternal damnation.”

“No,”   replied Judith Stern, “you have done nothing but negate my life.  I’ve nothing now, absolutely nothing.”

Kirkman spoke again.

“But you’ll be released from the hospital soon.  You’ll have a new home and a new school soon.”

With absolute firmness Judith replied.

“My name is Judith Stern and I’m a citizen of the Republic of Freya.  My parents are Andrew and Kira Stern.  Our family home is at Nineteen Eighteen March Street in the Northeast neighborhood of Landfall on Freya.  I attended the Robert A. Heinlein Basic School and I accept the Truth as the Truth.”

Kirkman smiled.

“But you won’t going back to that trash dump and we will teach you the fullness of God’s truth.”

Judith sat straight up and raised her voice to reply.

“‘Existence exists--Existence is Identity--Consciousness is Identification.’”

Kirkman stuttered.

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t understand.”  She replied.  “And you don’t want to understand.  There’s no God, there never was a God, and there never will be a God.  And as a result nothing you can say to anyone can ever be the truth.”

Kirkman was now angry.  He shouted at her.

“How dare you!  How dare you challenge my authority as a messenger of The Lord!”

She raised her voice in reply.

“You have no knowledge and you have no authority!  What you believe is the absolute negation of the truth!  And with it you've destroyed my life!  And all you can do as a witch doctor is to destroy lives!”

Kirkman shouted.

“SILENCE!”

He then slapped her with his right hand.  She fell back onto the bed.

Judith then sat back up.  This monster had struck her directly.  A moral line had been crossed and it was clear to her what had to be done now.  She picked up the ballpoint pen with her right hand.  She then jumped forward from the hospital bed.  With her left hand she grabbed Kirkman by the front of his clerical collar.  With her right hand she jammed the pen into his left ear.  With the open palm of her hand she pounded on the pen to force it further into his head.

Ernest Kirkman stared blankly into nothing and then fell to the floor.

Judith felt no emotion on killing him.  There was certainly no sense of fear or of shame.

For her it was simply the killing of a predatory animal.

In the evening a personal meeting was held at the residence of the prime minister.

In a room across the city Prime Minister Thomas Gratton had a question for his old friend.

“What can I do now?”

George Cross, the former foreign Minister, was seated at across the dining room table in the prime minister’s residence.  He sipped his cup of tea and then answered the question.

“Tom, in my opinion we should immediately deport Miss Stern to Earth.  Hand her over to the Freyan Embassy in Omaha and be completely done with it.”

Gratton replied.

“I can’t do that.  The Archbishop himself has called for the execution of Miss Stern for the murder of Father Kirkman.”

Cross shook his head before responding.

“If you do that then you may as well kiss your sorry ass goodbye.  And everyone else’s on this planet, the Freyan rescue expedition will become a mission of retaliation.  They’ll see the execution of Miss Stern as an act of murder and respond accordingly.  They may even come out of the Nuclear Closet for it.”

Gratton stared at his friend as he responded.

“Use nuclear weapons on us?”  He said.  “They can’t do that!”

“Do you really believe that?”  Cross replied.  “Not all the nuclear weapons constructed before The Unification Wars on Earth were ever accounted for.  And a new completely functioning weapon can be built around an already existing fissile core element.  And that’s not all.”

“What?”  Said Gratton.

“Freya was one of the oldest, and furthest of the colonies out from Earth.  It had taken six standard months for a first generation starship to go out there.  As a result the Freyans used local resources as much as possible in the early days.  They actually built an old school fission reactor to power their initial settlement.”

Gratton shook his head silently.

“No, that can’t be so...”

“Yes,” Cross said, “they’re making their own Plutonium.  And the reactor’s still in operation.”

“And the Federation has allowed them to do it?”

“Yes.”

With both elbows resting on the table Gratton dropped his head on to his hands,

“Why?  Why?”  He said.  “We’ve done nothing wrong?”

George Cross answered the question.

“The Freyans are Metaphysical Realists, in their view there’s no Heaven nor is there a Hell, there’s only human life in the actually existing universe.  Because of this the actual physical human life has to be the foundation of all moral values.  And because of this they hold that a valid moral code must be founded on the clear exercise of rational thought.”

“But God.”  Said Gratton.  “What about God?”

“God in the view of the Metaphysical Realist simply can’t exist.  For something to exist it must be something specific, and God as we were taught simply isn’t anything specific.  And the Universe has to always exist because a fully functioning mind must have something to perceive.  That is, something has to exist to for a person to be aware of.”

“But why did Miss Stern murder Father Kirkman?”

“It wasn’t murder, it was a purely rational response to a serious crime.”  Cross replied.  “It appears to me that she’d lost all hope of ever returning to her home and family.  And when the man responsible for her imprisonment, who’s clearly in her view had to be an absolute monster, slapped her for speaking the truth, she had to take him out.”

Gratton sat silently.

“Tom, there is no other way out for us, we have to let her go.”

“But the church, the Archbishop?”

“To Hell with them.”

“You can’t say that!”

“I have to.”  Cross replied.  “The Church started the mess by demanding that this government kidnap Miss Stern.  The Church made it worse by demanding the seizure of her sister.  Now they’re demanding that she be put to death.  An act that’s a clearly in the rational view an act of murder and of human sacrifice.  You have to put a stop to this madness and only you can do so.”

Faced with the alternatives Prime Minister Thomas Gratton could only sit silently.

In the sitting room of their first safe house the members of the retrieval team sat in silence as they watched the televised coverage of the current events.  The arrest of Judith Stern on the charge of murdering the hospital chaplain had very thoroughly set back their operational plans.  They now sat as the local news channel began their coverage of a public speech.  A platform had been set in the public square before the Cathedral of Saint Mary in New Boston.  Speaking upon the platform was the Archbishop of the Planet Kennedy, Patrick Whelan.

The Archbishop was a fully white haired elderly man dressed completely in a white robe.  Short purely white hair barely showed beneath his white cap.  The ensemble was completed by a gold crucifix which clearly depicted the crucified Jesus Christ upon it.  He was a spot of lifeless white was at the center of the living mass of the audience in the square.  The Archbishop began his speech to the mass of people present in the square.

“My children, today I bring you the saddest of all news.  Yesterday a true servant of Our Lord Jesus Christ was murdered in a most foul manner.  Father Ernest Kirkman served as the chaplain of the general hospital here in New Boston.  In the course of his duties he came across a child in the direst need of salvation.  The poor girl was born on a Godless world that was named for a false female deity.  This poor girl had never heard of the word of Our Lord on her home world and knew nothing of Our Lord.  When Father Kirkman tried to bring the poor child to Our Lord her depraved parents stood in his way.  But he eventually bypassed their pathetic attempts to block him from bringing her into the light of Our Lord.”

Reality was real and the truth essentially differed from the message of the Archbishop.

Andrew Stern essentially ignored the warning he was given.  Tamara Zev was present for the initial interview with the parents at the consulate after the rite of baptism.  Judith’s father, Andrew Stern was very clearly angry.

“We were in the process of closing down our corporate operations on this world when Judith fell ill.”  He said.  “We had to stop everything and take her to the hospital.  There was no choice.”

“That witch doctor approached us during the worst stage of her fever.”  Said Kira.  “He wanted to do that stupid voodoo ceremony on her.  We clearly said no to it.”

At no point was parental consent given for the rite of baptism.

“We tried to keep a watch over her.”  Andrew said.  “When Kira and I couldn’t do it alone we asked for volunteers from the office to stand in for us.”

Members of the Freyaspace staff who came to the planet with the Stern family had stepped in to prevent access by the chaplain.  Although the ritual was meaningless the principle of parental consent had to be upheld.  It was the New Boston Police who intervened to arrest and remove the Freyaspace staff member on the overnight watch and allow performance of the baptism.
An act of force by the irrational shouldn’t have been a surprise.  Even though the ritual was essentially meaningless, Andrew was outraged and Kira was heartbroken.  But that wasn’t the end of the issue.  

The Archbishop continued with his lie.

 “But the poor girl’s parents were blinded by the devil!  They demanded that they take the child back to their depraved homeworld to be raised in the satanic doctrine of the harlot Ayn Rand!”

Andrew and Kira Stern were fully rational parents.  They were raising their daughters to be fully rational women.  It was by the command of the church that the hospital refused to release Judith to the custody of her parents.   

As the Consul for the Republic of Freya, James March, stood up for the parents and demanded the release of Judith to their custody.  He made a clear statement to the public.

“If the government doesn’t comply with the demand to release Miss Stern the Republic of Freya will respond to the act of kidnaping Miss Stern with full military force.”

The government responded to the official Freyan demand for the return of their daughter by deporting Andrew and Kira Stern from the planet.  But that wasn’t enough, the planetary government had also attempted to seize the second daughter from the Sterns.  It wasn’t enough at this point to simply report on the actions of the planetary government.  Consul March sent a formal request for full military action to the homeworld.  But he understood that military action simply wasn’t enough, he laid the foundation for a covert operation on this world.  A team of volunteers was brought together to stay behind in the event of the consulate being deported.

The Archbishop continued to speak to the crowd.

“There was nothing that could be done for her depraved parents!  It was by my request that they were righteously deported to the Earth.  But then one of their so called diplomats spoke, with the voice of the devil and demanded that the child be returned to Freya or they would come to this world and murder those who brought her salvation!”

In the Republic of Freya the kidnaping of a child was a capital crime.  And someone would be made to answer for the kidnaping of Judith Stern.

On stage the Archbishop simply wouldn’t shut up.

“With that threat our prime minister, a man of true courage, deported the consulate of Satan!”

In the view of all members of the retrieval team Prime Minister Thomas Gratton was a sniveling coward whose leash was firmly held by the local branch of the Catholic Church.  Blind obedience was his sole feature and no act could ever be wrong for him when it was demanded by the church.  A bullet was duly set aside for his head.

The Archbishop droned on.

“When the child was at last separated from the depraved influence of her parents Father Kirkman went to bring her the truth of Our Lord Jesus Christ.  It was at this time that she used a simple ballpoint pen to perform the foul act of murder.  To seek justice for the depraved act of murder we are left with no alternative but to call for the penalty of death!”

“Murder their victim.”  Said Corporal Sterling.  “No surprise there.”  

On the stage the Archbishop came to his conclusion.

“It was too late to save this child from the foul influence of the satanic whore Ayn Rand!  But we can save the children of our world!  We must expel her influence, we must destroy all of her works on this planet now and forever!”

Tamara Zev spoke.

“It may have been my fault.”

Ruth Newman, the junior member of the team, spoke up.

“Why’s that?”

“I told Doctor Fuller to tell Judith that the navy was coming to rescue her, but not to say that there was anyone present on the planet.  As a result Judith may have thought that she was alone here.”

“Ma’am,” Said Corporal Diaz, “We’re improvising as we’re going along.  In this case we erred on the side of caution.”

“We?”  Said Tamara.

“We’re on this mission together.”

“But it was my thought and decision.”

Diaz simply nodded.

“Orders, ma’am?”  Said Corporal Sterling.

“We continue to work on breaking Judith out of their custody.”

The next morning all of the news channels on planet were carrying coverage of the indictment of Judith Stern on the charge of murder.  The clerk of the court read the charge on live television. 

“Your honor, the defendant Judith Stern is charged with the murder in the first degree of Father Ernest Kirkman, the chaplain of the General Hospital of New Boston.”

Then Judith Stern was brought in and surrounded by heavily armed police officers into the courtroom in order to enter her plea.  

The judge, an elderly white haired man, spoke.

“How do you plea?”

Judith was standing on her own.  She looked straight at the judge and replied.

“I won’t enter a plea.”

The judge was put off.  He raised his voice to speak to her again.

“Miss Stern you must enter a plea on the charge before the court!”

Judith Stern answered in a clear and level voice.

“This isn’t a court of law.  You’ve renounced truth and thus rejected the concept of law.  You’ve renounced reason and thus rejected reality.  You’ve renounced the moral standards of civilization and thus are savages.  You’re in fact nothing but a pack of predatory animals fit only for extermination.”

The team watched the proceedings from the sitting room of their safe house.  Corporal Sterling was the first member of the team to comment.

“Yes!”  He said.

She’s clearly one of us.  He thought.

The proceedings in the courtroom had degenerated into pure noise.  Only Judith stood still and remained silent through the mass of motion and shouting.   

The judge pounded with his gavel and shouted.

“Order!  Order in the court!  Silence!  Silence!  Be quiet!”

It would take roughly ten minutes for order to be restored in the courtroom.

Ruth had a comment.

“When Atlas Shrugged was originally published a reviewer had interpreted it as a call for the mass murder of the irrational.”

“Nonsense,” said Corporal Sterling, “Ayn Rand attempted to introduce reason back into American culture.  She wanted everyone to adopt reason as the way of life for themselves.  And in rational life there were no grounds for anyone to inflict any punishment on any irrational person.  The consequences of irrationality are self punishing.”

Tamara spoke her turn.

“A thermonuclear weapon isn’t self punishment.”

Corporal Sterling replied.

“Ma’am, if this lot murders Judith Stern they’re clearly asking for it.”

“Yes.”  Said Corporal Diaz.

Everyone in the courtroom had settled down.  The judge spoke again.

“Miss Stern you must enter a plea.”

Again she answered calmly.

“No, what you want from me is to help you pretend that you’re not in fact a gang of murderers.”

The people in the courtroom erupted again.  It was at this point that the judge ordered the clearance of the courtroom.  The television coverage then switched to studio commentary.

For an uncounted number of minutes the team was silent.  Then Tamara spoke.

“This is clearly insane.”

The next morning all of the news channels on planet were again carrying coverage of the indictment of Judith Stern on the charge of murder.  The clerk of the court read the charge on live television.  

“Your honor, the defendant Judith Stern is charged with the murder in the first degree of Father Ernest Kirkman, the chaplain of the general hospital of New Boston.”

Then Judith Stern was once again brought by heavily armed officers into the courtroom in order to enter her plea.  

The judge, an old and white haired man, spoke.

“How do you plea?”

Judith was standing on her own.  She looked straight at the judge and replied.

“I still won’t enter a plea.”

The judge was put off.  He raised his voice to speak to her again.

‘Miss Stern you must enter a plea on the charge before the court!”

Judith Stern answered in a clear and level voice.

“I said this yesterday and will repeat it today.  This isn’t a court of law.  You continue to renounce the truth.  You continue to reject the concept of law.  You continue to renounce reason and reject reality.  You continue to renounce the standards of rational civilization and thus continue to remain a body of savages.  And you continue to be a pack of predatory animals fit only for extermination.”

The team continued to watch the proceedings from the sitting room of their safe house.  The proceedings in the courtroom had again degenerated into pure noise.  Only Judith stood still and remained silent through the mass of motion and shouting.   

The judge pounded with his gavel and shouted.

“Order!  Order in the court!  Silence!  Silence!  Be quiet!”

It would take another ten minutes for order to be restored in the courtroom.

Once again everyone in the courtroom had settled down.  The judge spoke again.

“Miss Stern. I repeat, you must enter a plea.”

Again she answered calmly.

“No, what you want is for me to help you pretend that you and your gang aren’t the murderers.”

The people in the courtroom erupted again.  It was at this point that the judge ordered the clearance of the courtroom.  The television coverage again switched to studio commentary.

For an uncounted number of minutes the team was silent.  Then Tamara spoke.

“Let’s get to work.”

Judith Stern had been removed from the courtroom.  As she waited to be moved again the door to the holding cell was opened by a bailiff.  In walked a tall middle aged man with long black hair and a beard who wore wearing granny glasses with a worn and out of fashion business suit.

“Good morning.”  He said.

“Really?”  Replied Judith.  “And who’re you?’

The man was visibly shocked to have heard the question.

He replied with a clear note of annoyance in his voice.

“Miss Stern, I’m Douglas Green, your court appointed attorney.  I’m to represent you in these proceedings.  Didn’t you  pay attention?”

“Yes, I do pay attention, when it matters.”  She replied.

Now the attorney was truly annoyed.

“Do you think this is a child’s game you’re in?”

Judith Stern answered in her now practiced level voice.

“Not at all, this alleged trial is nothing more that a ritual to create the appearance of legitimacy for an act of murder by the state, and you’re nothing more than an actor in the play.”

The attorney blinked.

“I don’t think you’re taking this situation seriously.”  He said.  “I just entered a plea of not guilty for you.”

Judith shook her head gently.

“I’ve taken the situation dead seriously and I fully understand where I actually stand in the big picture, you simply don’t.”

The attorney was speechless.

“Go away.”  Said Judith.  “Go home, grow up, and get a life.”

There was nothing else to say.

Although George Cross was no longer the Minister he still had an office in the Foreign Ministry Building.  It was now time to finally had to clean out his desk.

Part of the process was to copy or completely remove personal files from the Foreign Ministry system. It was as he doing this that he had a visitor.  A young woman employed by the ministry.

“Minister, may I speak with you?”

George smiled and replied.

“It’s just George, now.  What did you need to speak to me  about?”

“Sir, I was going over the Freyan Consulate files and I may've found a discrepancy.”

“What is it?”

The young woman was clearly worried now.

“Sir, there're four people assigned to the consulate who weren’t accounted for in the deportation.”

“Do you have a file?”

“Yes, sir.”

She held out a standard flash memory chip.  George inserted the chip into his work station.  He quickly read the file.  

According to records of the ministry the four people missing were a junior diplomat, two marines from the security detail, and a navy medic from the same detail.

A covert operations team?   He thought.   Was this a deliberate plan or did they improvise on the spot?  Would they attempt a rescue?

George Cross sat and thought for a moment.

If this is a rescue mission then for our own good it has to succeed.

The young woman spoke up.

“Sir?  What should I do?”

“Nothing.”

“Sir, I don’t understand.”

“Miss...I’m sorry I don’t recall your name.”

“Miss Brennan, sir.”

He looked straight into her eyes and answered.

“Miss Brennan, The government’s clearly in the wrong.  If Judith Stern is executed then we here on Kennedy we will be subject to reprisal by the Freyans, and it will be a nuclear bombardment just like on old Dublin during The Unification Wars.  The people the Freyans left behind here on Kennedy may be the key to preventing that fate from falling on us.  You mustn’t tell anyone else about what you’ve found.”

Miss Brennan stared blankly.

“Miss Brennan, do you understand?”

Miss Brennan returned to active consciousness.  And then made a decision.

“Yes sir, I understand.”

“Not a word.”  He replied.  “Was there anyone else who saw this file?”

“No sir.”

With those words the meeting ended.  Cross sat back in his chair and thought.

How the Hell do I contact those people?   

Then something else suddenly came to his mind.  He opened his work station to the entire government network.

Let’s see how sloppy the Ministry of Justice is?  Cross thought.

He discovered quickly that his high level clearance was still in effect.  With this he entered the Ministry of Justice network and performed a search.  The object of the search was the plans for dealing with Miss Stern.  There was a plan to transfer her to the central prison for the execution.  There was no plan for dealing releasing Miss Stern upon her acquittal.

This wasn’t a surprise to him.

He copied the file on the transfer plan to the flash drive.

There was one more thing to find.  He checked the roster of doctors at the general hospital.  He found that Doctor Fuller was still stationed in the Intensive Care Unit.

She had to have been the point of contact between Judith Stern and the Freyans.  He thought.

He also found that the doctor was on the night shift.

Very likely as a punishment.  He thought with disgust toward the hospital management.

With his searches completed George Cross logged off of the government network for the last time.

An entire local day would have to pass before he could contact Doctor Fuller.

Even though he still held a seat in the House of Commons he decided to take the day off.  He was sitting in his library when his son came home from school.

“Dad?”

George Cross, Junior was in his school uniform.  The uniform was a bit ruffled.  From his own experience as a student he knew it was from being in a schoolyard fight.

“What happened.”  He replied.  “What was the fight about?”

“How did you know I was in a fight?”

“I went to the same school.”

Junior sounded as if he were reluctant to answer.

“Dad.  The sisters at the school are saying that you’re a bad man.”

“Did they say why?”

“Because you’re not obeying the Archbishop.”

George Cross wasn’t surprised.  Members of his own party were saying the same thing.  Perhaps it’s time for him to completely leave the government?

“Son, the Archbishop is simply a man, and like all men he can be wrong.  And in this case he’s clearly wrong.  Judith Stern did nothing wrong, but the Archbishop has wrongly declared her a murderer and demanded that she be executed.”

He continued to the next issue.

“The boys who assaulted you are clearly wrong and they must answer for what they did.”

“It wasn’t the other boys at school,” said Junior, “it was the Sisters.”

George was shocked to hear that.  The Sisters were the nuns who taught at the school.

It was at this point he now made a fundamentally life changing decision.

“Son, the Sisters shouldn’t have done that, and I won’t let them do it again.  I’m taking you out of that school.  I’ll find you a new school, on another planet.”

Junior was astonished.

“We’re moving to another planet?”

“Yes son, we have to.”

Junior broke into a smile and came forward to hug his father.

“Was there something else?”  Said the father.

The son replied.

“The Sisters said you were an evil man and that I would be taken from you and Mom.”

He leaned forward and replied.

“That’ll never happen.  I promise.”

George Cross then sat back and thought.

God sent two angels to convince Lot to leave the doomed city.  I only had to speak to my son to make the same decision.

His wife Aileen had gone out on her errands for the day.  When she returned home there was a long discussion.

“You’re leaving everyone and everything we have behind?”  She said.

“What do we have?”  He replied.

“Our friends!  Our families!  Our property!”

“Do we have that?”  He said.  “Our friends have turned their backs to us.  Both of our families are doing the same.  And there are those in the church who want to take our son from us.  Given all of that, on what grounds do we have a claim to property?”

“Because you are defying the Archbishop.”  She said.

“All the Archbishop cares about is his own power over the people of this planet.  He doesn’t care if anyone lives or dies as long as they grovel before him.  And he clearly doesn’t care about the truth.”

“And the truth is?”

“The truth is that the government at his direction has committed a great crime.  If they’re not stopped they’ll commit a greater crime.  And that there’ll be a devastating response to those crimes.”

Aileen was silent.  George spoke again.

“The Freyans see Judith Stern as an innocent child in mortal danger.  And they see themselves as her protector and will try to rescue her.  And if they fail to rescue her then they’ll retaliate against the state that murdered her and they’ll use nuclear weapons to do so.  There’ll be nothing left for anyone here.”

Aileen was now silent.  Her face had turned white and tears were appearing to flow from her eyes.  George leaned forward to whisper.

“My dear, there may be a way out for everyone.”

She blinked and her eyes lighted up.

“Yes?”

“The Freyan’s may have left some people behind when their consulate was deported to Earth.  I need to speak to them.”

“You can find them?”

“I have an idea, but you’ll have to trust me on this.”

The color had returned to her face.  She nodded, smiled and spoke softly.

“Do it.”

 It was almost before the end of visiting hours at New Boston General Hospital before George Cross could speak to Deborah Fuller.

“Doctor Fuller?”

“Yes?”

“I’m George Cross, I was the Foreign Minister in the current government.  If it’s possible I need to speak to you alone about Judith Stern.”

“Why?”

“I want to help.”

She looked up and down the corridor for anyone who could listen.  Then she replied.

“I’m parked on the top level of the ramp.  Can you meet me there in fifteen minutes?”

“Yes.”

With a mutual nod they separated.  Cross then returned to the main entrance of the hospital.  It was there that he found a general map of the facility.  He was examining the map when someone stepped up and spoke to him.

“Sir, may I help you?”

Cross turned to see a hospital security officer.  He was roughly his height and about forty standard years old.  The security officer has a fringe of blond hair, wore glasses, and a dark blue uniform with long sleeves and a black tie.

Cross answered.

“I’m afraid I lost my way.  I parked on the top level of the ramp.”

“Not surprised sir.”  The officer replied.  “They built this place in sections over the decades and stuffed new sections into any available space on the blocks.”

The security officer continued.

“Okay, the main ramp is that way down the north corridor.  And the door opens straight into the elevator lobby for the ramp.”

“Thank you, sir.”   

“Sir, I should thank you.”   The security officer replied.  “Mister Cross, you’re right, the government should’ve let the entire Stern family go.  And I certainly don’t want to be here in New Boston when the Freyans show up in response.”

With that the two men shook hands.

Cross followed the directions and quickly found the top floor of the parking ramp.  Right on time Doctor Fuller stepped out of the elevator.

“Doctor,” said Cross, “what do you know about the security guard on duty at the front desk, the bald fellow with the glasses?”

“Les?  He’s one of the few sane people on the planet.

Cross nodded in response.

Deborah spoke.

“So what did you need to see me about?”

“Before I cleared out my desk at the Foreign Ministry a staff member had found that four of the people at the Freyan Consulate weren’t accounted for.  And I also accessed the Ministry of Justice plans for the execution of Judith Stern.  And there’re no plans for releasing her if she were acquitted.”

Doctor Fuller waited for the word.

“Doctor,” he said, “if there’s a Freyan covert operations team on this planet, they need this information.”

“You want me to put them in contact with you?”

“Yes, if you could.”

Deborah Fuller had a net address for contacting the team.  She thought about it for a very brief moment.

“I’ll try.”  She replied.

 

Nightmare, Part 3

Earth.

The shining blue sphere in the absolute void of space and the primary home of Mankind.  Even with the scars from The Reformation and The Unification Wars she was and would still be the primary home of mankind.   

The vessel that carried the Freyan diplomatic delegation from Kennedy to Earth was a first generation tramp freighter that was independently owned and operated.  And it clearly showed, no major corporation wanted to perform a direct run from Earth to Kennedy.  As a result the level of service aboard the ship was simply appalling.

James March would go as far as to describe the level of service onboard as being at the old Soviet Communist level, which was essentially bad.  Although one would have to be a serious student of history to understand the reference.  As it was an elderly first generation space liner the vessel had taken two weeks to reach Earth.  The news of the situation on Kennedy was in turn brought to the Earth on a newer ship that had taken only a single week to make the jump.

March was met on the ground at Phoenix Starport by Beth Adams, the executive officer of the embassy.  The traditional title for the position was Charge D’affaires, but use of the French language for the traditional terminology had gone out of fashion after The Unification Wars.

She was also an old friend from their childhood days.

“You’re in deep trouble.”  She said.  “The boss wants you to bypass the press here at the port.  Not one word to them.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”  She replied.

March had known Beth Adams since their basic school days.  She had always been her own woman and would never cut a corner on any situation.

“And you expect me to not comply?”  Said March.

“Of course,” she said, “you’re absolutely predictable that way.”

“Right.”  He replied.  “So where’re the maggots?”

“Follow me.”

Adams led him to the public press area of the starport.  There March was met by a vast swarm of reporters.  He briefly thought about shooting the lot with an infantry weapon, but that act was considered to be very bad form here, even for a diplomat.  A reporter had a question.

“Mister March, would you comment on Ambassador Wood’s statement that there’ll be no effort on the part of the Freyan government to bring about the return of Judith Stern to her family?”

James March looked out at the mob of reporters.  Even though he would answer in a level voice he didn’t bother to hide the expression of anger on his face.

“The Ambassador to Earth, William Franklin Wood, Junior, is clearly wrong.  The fact is that Judith Stern’s been forcibly separated from her parents for absolutely no reason.  The Republic of Freya will return her to her family and will do so by force if necessary.”

Another reporter spoke.

“Mister March, we’ve received the report that Judith Stern has been indicted by the government on Kennedy for the murder of Father Ernest Kirkman.  Can you comment on that?”

He looked directly at the reporter and answered.

“Ernest Kirkman is the witch doctor directly responsible for the kidnaping of Judith Stern and his death doesn’t under any rationally valid circumstances qualify as a murder.  The death of Miss Stern by an act of state on Kennedy clearly will be an act of murder and we will hunt down and negate those responsible for it.”

The reporter asked another question.

“By negate, you mean murder?”

James March replied with absolute firmness in his voice.

“No, negation is not murder.  When a predatory animal attacks a human being the proper response is to hunt it down and kill it.  The present rulers of the planet Kennedy have chosen to behave as predatory animals and as such are vermin fit only for extermination.”

Another reporter had a question.

“Does that include the operations team that was left back on Kennedy?”

James March raised an eyebrow before answering.

“As normal, I can’t comment on an ongoing operation.”

He then made a final statement to the mob of reporters.

“That will be all.”

As they walked away Beth spoke up.

“That idiot should be boiling over afer that.”

“Beth, did that idiot tell the press that we left a team on the planet?.”

“Yes,” she said, “and not only that, he privately promised the ambassador from Kennedy that we’d cooperate in arresting them.”

“You know that’s treason?”

“Of course I know.”  Adams replied.  “I’ve already filled out the paperwork and made the arrangements to transfer him back to the home world for trial.  But I thought you needed a chance to speak to him before we place him under arrest.”

March stopped, stood dead still, and spoke directly to her.”

“Beth my love, will you marry me?”

This was not the first time he asked the question.

She replied.

“Punch out the bastard and I’ll think about it.”

It was an accident of history that the city of Omaha in the former American State of Nebraska would become the capital of a world spanning state.  The Strategic Command of the United States, the nuclear part of the American armed forces, was based at a facility outside the city.  At the beginning of the internal phase began of The Unification Wars, the commander of the strategic nuclear forces of the United States chose to back the faction led by President Evelyn Stone.  

President Stone had moved his temporary headquarters to Omaha.  It was then under the command of President Stone that an internal civil war in the United States suddenly turned into a global nuclear war, and when the rubble stopped bouncing Evelyn Stone was the effective ruler of the Earth.

The former diplomatic delegation had taken the express train to Omaha.  James March watched calmly as the desert outside the window had changed into the still green and growing Great Plains.  He needed the break.  He expected the confrontation with the ambassador to be fully loud and abusive.

Beth sat next to him.  He was surprised when she took his right hand into her left hand.

“I should have said yes the first time you asked.”  She said.

They were both eighteen standard years old and in their first semester of college.  He didn’t blame her at all at the time.

He softly laid a kiss on her forehead and replied.

“No one’s infallible,” she said, “and I’m certainly not.”

A fundamental fact of reality.  He thought.  The refusal to accept has led to so much destruction and bloodshed.

The Sun was setting as the train pulled into the central station.  The station police kept the crowd away from the delegation and escorted them to the motorcade.  The capital police then escorted the motorcade to the Freyan Embassy.  They were met at the entrance by the head of the Marine security detail.

Miss Adams spoke first.

“Gunny, is everything ready?”

“Ready to go, ma’am.  The Ambassador’s in his office.”

“Let’s do it.”  She commanded.

As they entered the ambassador’s office March casually sat on one the chairs before the official desk.  Adams and Gunnery Sergeant Hill stood in back by the door.

The Ambassador shouted.

“I didn’t give you permission to sit!”

James March calmly replied.

“Bill, your authority ended the moment you committed treason.”

The Ambassador of the Republic of Freya to the Federation shouted in what was once a well polished voice, he was beyond the state of outrage.  The report of the Freyan Consul to the planet Kennedy was beyond his ability to comprehend.

“HOW DARE YOU!  I WAS TRYING TO RESOLVE THIS CRISIS PEACEFULLY!”

He paused for a breath and spoke again.

“Are you people out of your goddamned minds?  You Core Group people are insane!  You simply don’t make outrageous demands on the government of a sovereign world.  And you absolutely don’t leave behind a covert operations team when you’re properly kicked off planet for making such a demand!”

March replied.

“You’re attempting a peaceful resolution, that’s so very like an umbrella man of you.”  Said March.  “But at least Neville Chamberlain didn’t hand over Princess Elizabeth to that damned Austrian Corporal.”   

The Ambassador blinked, he didn’t actually understand the historical reference, but March spoke again.

“You’d understand what I said if you were taught some real history in the school you attended.”

The Ambassador shouted again in response.

“I attended a real school here on Earth!  Not one of those political brainwashing centers you Core Group people are sent to!”

The Ambassador had referred to a social divide on the home world.  The divide between the Core Group who originally colonized Freya from the habitats on the planet Mars and those who emigrated directly from the Earth.

March replied.

“Bill, my family and others in the Core Group spent three generations on the planet Mars.  When the atmosphere of your home planet qualifies as an industrial grade vacuum back on Earth you have no choice but to treat Reality as being real.  And your father did you a basic disservice by sending you to that boarding school here on Earth.”

“Leave my father out of this!”

March lifted his right eyebrow slightly before his reply.

“Bill, by bringing social origin into this you brought your father and the family fortune into the discussion.  That’s basic logic, something else that’s taught in an actual school.”

Ambassador William Franklin Wood, Junior now stood silently behind his desk.”

“Sit down Bill, you look like an idiot.”

Without a word Wood dropped to the chair behind his desk.  He then spoke.

“You Core Group people are insane for starting a war to recover that little girl?”

“No Bill,” March replied, “they started the war by judicially kidnaping Judith Stern.  They’ll escalate the war by judicially murdering Miss Stern.  And by simply telling them we have a team on planet to rescue her you've given them aid and comfort.  You’ve committed the act of treason.”

Wood now silently stared at March.  March spoke again.

“I mentioned the existence of the team in the encrypted message sent to this legation as a courtesy to you.  I didn’t include identities of the team members, locations of safe houses, or the identities of our friends on planet, to save space on the message.  The fact you haven’t given the critical information away yet means you may avoid the death penalty and be simply sent into exile.”

“What do you mean?  You can’t arrest me, I’m the ambassador!”

“Bill, I don’t have to arrest you.”  March replied.

Beth Adams turned and spoke to Gunnery Sergeant Hill.

“Gunny, he all yours.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am!”

Gunnery Sergeant Hill opened the door to the office and shouted.

“Marines! Place Mister Wood under arrest!”

Two Marine corporals quickly entered the office and charged at Wood.  As he was knocked down to the floor Gunnery Sergeant Hill stepped over to him and spoke.

“William Franklin Wood, Junior, you’re under arrest for the crime of treason, this is a capital offense.  You have the right to remain silent and the right to counsel.  And if your daddy won’t provide one then an attorney will be provided for you.  Do you understand?”

Wood shouted back.

“I’LL HAVE ALL OF YOU PUNISHED FOR THIS!”

Gunnery Sergeant Hill responded.

“Absolutely no way, asshole.  Let’s go.”

The Marine corporals handcuffed and picked Wood up off the floor and followed Gunnery Sergeant Hill to the detention area.

Beth spoke.

“You didn’t hit him?”

“He wasn’t worth it.”  James replied.

Beth shook her head.

“No, I guess not.”

Beth then stepped forward and embraced James.

“We’re getting too old for this.”  She said.

“Yes.”  He nodded and replied.

“There’ll be a meeting with the Sterns in the morning.”  She said.

“Of course.”   

Over the night couple shared a guest bedroom on the embassy grounds.

At the end of breakfast a junior clerk stepped into the embassy mess hall and spoke up.

“Ma’am, we’re ready in the conference room.”

In the main conference room of the embassy were Andrew and Kira Stern with Derek Strand, the head of operations for Freyaspace on Earth.  Also in attendance was Gunnery Sergeant Hill.  The men greeted by shaking hands, the women by a hug.  Then everyone sat down.  Beth Adams would chair the meeting.  She began with an update on the overall situation.  Then asked the question.

“So what do we do now?”  She said.

Gunnery Sergeant Hill spoke up.

“Ma’am, every member of the Marine security detail has volunteered to perform the insertion and rescue mission.  Given that there’s a team presently on planet what we can do is to contact and support the existing team.”

“Support?”  Said Andrew Stern.  “How?”

“It will be at least six months before the relief expedition shows up, sir.  That’s a very long time for two Marines, a navy medic and a civilian to keep watch on their safe site as well as pull off a rescue.”

Stern had another question.

“So how would the second team contact the first?”

March answered.

“We brought the physical and local internet locations of the team when we were deported to Earth.  Of course we expected unconditional support from this legation.”

“Well, you have it now.”  Said Adams.  “So how does the second team get in?”

“My guess at this time,” said March, “would be to infiltrate through the spaceport with false ID’s.”

Gunnery Sergeant Hill simply nodded in agreement.

Adams them asked the next question.

“Gunny, is the second team ready to go?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Adams then turned to Mister Stern.

“Can Freyaspace arrange a ride for the team?”

“Yes, ma’am.” he said, “we have contact with a number of free traders that we use to pick up slack or carry special loads.  It shouldn’t be a major problem.”

Beth Adams then turned directly to James March.

“Jim.  I think you should return directly to the homeworld and make the case for the relief expedition.”

“I’m afraid I have to agree with you.”  He replied.

Andrew Stern spoke up.

“There’s a way to go home that’s faster than a scheduled flight.”

“There is?”  Adams replied.

“The Freyaspace Concord had tanks for additional jump fuel installed in the hold and she’s set up for making deep space jumps outside a system.  That way it’s seven jumps to go home.  It will be seven weeks minimum time and this situation clearly qualifies.”

“You can authorize such a mission?”

“I’ve already done so.”  Stern replied.  “The ship’s ready to go whenever you are, sir.”

March nodded in reply.

“I’m still packed for travel,” he said, “I just need a moment with Miss Adams.”

“Okay,” said Stern, “Let’s do it.”

For the return trip to the Phoenix Starport everyone rode on a g-bus owned by Freyaspace.  The first stop within the port was to drop off the support team at their transport.  The ship was a free trader, her name was Reliable.  The team was led by a junior member of the legation to Earth, Mara Winter.  With her were seven members of the Marine security detail, two sergeants,  six lance corporals, and a Navy medic.

Then it was time for March to depart for home.  Before he boarded the Freyaspace Concord he had one last meeting with Beth Adams.

“Beth...” he said.

She cut him off.

‘Yes.”  She said.

He blinked.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He was speechless.

“Now let’s get this mess cleaned up, first.”  She said.

“He nodded and replied.

“Yes.”

Judith once asked her father why evil exists.

“Evil people seriously believe they’re the good guys.  The members of the SS, the CET, the Jackass Party, and the Muslim Brotherhood, believed they were good people and doing virtuous acts, even though many of those acts were kidnappings, murders, along with oppression in general.  Members of the Center for Eternal Truth believed they were superior people and exempt from the American Constitution and laws.  Apart from a handful of psychopaths the ones who carried out the Holocaust were under the belief that what they were doing was for the good of the German nation, and every effort was made to construct and maintain that illusion.  The mustache twirling villain is essentially fictional.”  He responded.

“Seriously?” She asked.

“Yes, seriously.”  He responded.

It took slightly more than eight weeks for the Freyaspace Concord to return to the homeworld.  It took the better part of a day to check the jump drives on the Freyaspace Concord.   It also took time to scoop deuterium fuel from numerous gas giants on the way.  The 10 Ursae Majoris system included two sunlike stars, the Earthlike planet Freya, and the less habitable planet Eos.  Both Freya and Eos had first class starports.  The planet Freya was named after the old Norse goddess of love, war, birth, death, magic, and wealth.  H. Beam Piper, who was third in Evelyn Stone’s personal hierarchy of favorite authors, named a planet in his own future history series for her.

There wasn’t much of an argument, and most of that was economic, against the relief expedition in the Freyan Congress after James March returned to the homeworld.  The last peace activist, named Nicole Sorens, was sent into exile for treason shortly after Freya was granted independence by The Federation.  The trial of Ambassador Wood for treason would be held after the relief expedition left the 10 Ursae Majoris system.

Valerie Sterling was one of rare people on Freya who had an known African-American ancestor.  On a rare rainy day President Valerie Sterling of Republic of Freya looked out of a picture window over the south lawn and gravitic pad of the executive residence.  Beyond the Executive Compound was downtown Landfall which was dominated by the Freyaspace Corporation tower.  An aide stepped into the room and spoke.

“The relief expedition is ready to break orbit, ma’am.”

“Go.”  President Sterling responded.
“Yes, ma’am.”  The aide said.

The aide turned around and stepped out of the room.

Near the top of the Freyaspace Corporation tower Valerie Stone stared down at the Executive Compound .

The relief expedition consisted of a battalion of Marine infantry, a troop of sixteen Marine tanks, a battery of sixteen Marine 155 millimeter howitzers, with a squadron of fifteen Kurnass fighters, and their supporting naval ships.  The senior non commissioned officer of the expeditionary force was Marine Sergeant Major Emil Hastings.

The Marine transports were escorted by a Freyan Navy task force.  The RFS Loan was a Heinlein class frigate that was assigned to escort the Marines.  The ship was named for the originator of the Saigon Special.  Lieutenant Commander Susan Glasgow was one of the rare women in her family to pursue a military career.  Although she wasn’t observant Susan could trace some of her ancestry back to several Israelites who fled to Scotland after the fall of the Second Temple in Jerusalem.  The nearest Marine transport in orbit around Freya was too far away to be seen by the naked eye from her ship.  Commander Glasgow sat down in the pilot’s seat.

“We’re ready to break orbit ma’am.”  The Executive Officer of the RFS Loan said.

“Right.”  Captain Glasgow replied.

Pope Francis the fifth hated traveling.  He hated going from Mexico City as a cardinal to the Vatican to be elected as pope.  Pope Francis V now hated going from the Vatican to the Federation capital in Omaha.  Pope Francis V hated the Federation because their officials treated him as an ordinary human being subject to their rules and laws.  American Marines stepped over the dead bodies of the Swiss guards that protected a predecessor of the pope because he supported the usurper Wheeler before and during The Reformation.  Pope Francis V was shown the executive office in the executive residence by a staff member.  The pope sat down and president of The Federation Roger Martin walked in.

President Martin held out his hand and expected it to be shaken.  Pope Francis V refused to move.  Then President Martin sat down and spoke.  The conversation was held in the English language by the two men.  President Martin spoke.

“Evelyn Stone could invite Father Spears into his own home and dated a Catholic girl before he was kicked out of high school.  He married another Catholic girl shortly thereafter.  President March asked Pakistan to turn over their nuclear weapons.  Pakistan refused, they were then nuked.  The Federation suppressed Islam and the Eternals because the false prophets Mohammed and Herald refused to follow ‘man made laws.’  Why shouldn’t we forcibly suppress Catholicism?”

Pope Francis V looked at President Martin and spoke.

“Evelyn Stone murdered Robert Lee Herald.”

President Martin responded.

“The killing of the false prophet Herald wasn’t an act of murder, and you know it.”

Pope Francis V asked a question.

“Will you save my people on Kennedy?”

President Martin responded.

“No, the government of Kennedy broke a fundamental law of Humanity, and now they’ll pay the consequences for their actions. The Freyans and ourselves in The Federation see Judith Stern as a child in mortal danger.  A kidnaping carried out under the color of law is still a kidnaping.  And a murder carried out under the color of law is still a murder.”

Pope Francis V frantically again asked a question.   

“You won’t save my people at all?”

President Martin responded.

“Of course not, your people on the planet Kennedy did something stupid.  I’m not about to sacrifice good people for them when the Freyans show up.  ‘Reality is real, live with it’.  That’s all I have to say.”

President Martin motioned for the pope to leave.  Pope Francis V quietly followed as a presidential aide led him back to his grav vehicle.

The president of the most powerful state that ever existed wasn’t about to intervene in the pope’s dilemma.

As he rode back to the Vatican he spoke in Latin.

“Evelyn Stone once said the proper way to deal with a pack of predators was to hunt it down, we’re about to see that happen on Kennedy.”

“Why?”  Asked a aide.

“Because as far as the Freyans are concerned, our people on Kennedy are the predators.”  Responded the pope.

A meeting was held at the Vatican in the Latin language chaired by the pope.

“The Federation will do nothing?”  Asked a cardinal.

“The Godless filth in Omaha won’t do anything!”  Replied Pope Francis V.  “The Federation was founded by Godless filth like John Andrew March.  So why should they intervene?”

As far as Pope Francis V and his followers were concerned Objectivists and Protestant Christians were Godless.

“The Federation will do nothing?  Nothing at all?  Without God they have nothing, so how could they act that way?”  Asked another cardinal.

Pope Francis V answered.

“The Romans put their children into plate armor, the Carthaginians put their children into sacrificial fires.  Who won the Punic Wars?  It’s why Stone had ‘The Last Resort Of Citizens’ engraved on his guns in Latin.  That’s why we’re having this meeting in Latin instead of another language.”

Pope Francis V also said.  “Evelyn Stone was once asked why he hated God.  He answered the question with a question.  ‘How can anyone hate something that doesn’t exist?’”

The pope wasn’t the only person angry with The Federation.

The Terrestrial sky was overcast as a blonde haired woman in her midthirties looked out the large window at the ruins of the castle her family was named for.  Every waking moment of Diana Windsor’s life was taken up by the restoration of the British monarchy with herself at the head of it.  Although there was someone ahead of her in the line of succession, he was a Federation loyalist and swore like a Marine.  The Federation was founded over the dead bodies of two of her ancestors.  Diana wanted to get back at The Federation for their deaths.  Someone once told her that there was a planet named Windsor and that she could be queen of it.  But Diana didn’t want to be queen of a Federation member planet, she wanted to be the British monarch.

A servant quietly stepped into the room and spoke.

“It’s time for the meeting ma’am.”

He led her out of the room.

Near New Boston on the planet Kennedy it was raining during the transfer to the site of execution at the central prison.  The show trial of Judith Stern took about a week and, of course, the verdict was guilty.

Now Judith was quietly riding in the back of a van and a guard was seated on the bench seat opposite of her.  Judith’s ankles and wrists were cuffed.  The convoy that was taking her to the execution site consisted of three vans.  

There were three explosions.  Judith then heard several bursts from advanced combat rifles issued to Freyan Marines.

The advanced combat rifle was the latest generation of assault rifle issued to infantrymen.  The advanced combat rifle was in the bullpup configuration and came in the calibers of seven or nine millimeters and used caseless ammunition.  All versions of the advanced combat rifle came with twenty round magazines.

The guard spoke.

“I’ll take care of this.”

The guard stood up with a pistol out and opened the back door of the van.  As the door was opened the guard was shot down in burst of gunfire by a Marine.  The black clad Marine was armed with an ACRS, the short version of the advanced combat rifle, with a forty millimeter grenade launcher attached to it.

The Marine spoke to Judith.

“Come with me if you want to live.”

Judith stood up and stepped out from the back of the van.  A navy medic, clad in black, carried a set of bolt cutters and cut the chains holding Judith’s wrists and ankles together.  Once the chains were cut Judith turned around and saw that all three vans were on fire.  Judith also saw several guards dead on the ground.  Judith Stern and her rescuers disappeared into the rainy night.

The next day the prime minister was informed.

Thomas Gratton, the prime minister of the Planetary Republic of Kennedy spoke.

“What happened?”

An aide replied.

“Judith Stern was rescued while she was being transferred, and all the guards are dead.”

Thomas Gratton went to the house of George Cross.  In the place of the sound of laughing children there was only silence.  In the place of books and furniture there were only boxes.

The prime minister asked a question of Cross.

“What do I do now?”

George Cross turned and answered the question.

“Let Judith Stern and the people who rescued her go.  Let the lot of them escape to Freya.”

Thomas Gratton asked another question.

“Why?”

Cross answered the question.

“Because the Freyans are clearly in the right.”

The church would be angry and Gratton responded.

“I can’t do that.”

After the relief expedition broke orbit the trial of William Wood, Junior for treason began.  The trial was televised and the head of the jury stood up and spoke to the judge.

“Your honor, there’s been an attempt to bribe the jury and throw the trial by father of the defendant.”

“Thank you, sir.”  The judge replied.  The jurors were dismissed.

William Wood, Senior was watching the trial from a sitting room in the family home.

That idiot should’ve taken the money and kept his mouth shut.  The senior Wood thought.

As William Wood, Senior stood up a butler barged into the room.

“The police are already here!”  He said.

The police may’ve already known.  William Wood, Senior thought.

The senior Wood ran across the ground floor of the family residence and exited the building in an attempt to escape.  Police gravitic vans and other vehicles were already on the grounds of the estate.  As the senior Wood ran across the grounds to the garages he was tackled by several police officers.  A police captain he didn’t recognize slapped the cuffs on him and spoke.

“William Franklin Wood, Senior, you’re under arrest for the crime of jury tampering on a capital case, this is a capital offense.  You have the right to remain silent and the right to counsel.  And if you can’t afford one, which I doubt, then an attorney will be provided for you.  Do you understand?”  The police captain said.

Wood shouted back.

“I’LL HAVE ALL OF YOU FIRED FOR THIS!”

The police captain responded.

“Absolutely no way, asshole.  Let’s go.”

Several police officers picked Wood up off the ground and followed the police captain to a waiting van on the grounds of the estate.

William Franklin Wood, Junior was tried for treason and convicted.  The sentence was death.  There was a separate trial of William Franklin Wood, Senior for jury tampering and he was convicted and sentenced to death.  The Wood family estate and fortune was confiscated by the Freyan state.  The executions were carried out separately.

William Wood, Senior rode silently in the back of the police van to the execution site.

This shouldn’t be happening.  He thought.

The execution site was a basic garbage dump landfill.

Wood was dragged out of the van by several police officers.  The executioner was completely clad in black.

The executioner stepped up behind Wood and shot him in the head with a military issue pistol.

Wood fell forward.

The bodies of William Franklin Wood, Senior, and William Franklin Wood, Junior were dumped in the landfill.

There wasn’t any question now that the Core Group was in political charge on the planet Freya.

Back on the planet Kennedy the seated commandant of the Space Guard shouted to a bishop in his office.

“What part of the word NO didn’t you understand?  We won’t be vaporized for the archbishop!”

Bishop Peter Donnell stood tall and responded with a level voice.

“You won’t die for the archbishop.  You’re defending our world for Our Lord Jesus Christ.”

The commandant remained in his seat and spoke with a level voice.

“Speaking of defending our world, we sent out a craft to intercept the Concord, she was vaporized and the government hasn’t funded a replacement for her yet.”

The bishop spoke.

“You’re not sending anyone out in order to stop the Godless filth from invading our world?”

 The commandant replied.

“I won’t give that order.”

The bishop replied.

“You won’t have to, you’re fired!”

 The commandant answered.

“You don’t have that authority!”

The bishop responded.

“I don’t have to!”

 The bishop angrily turned around and stomped out of the office.

The commandant of the Space Guard on Kennedy was eventually replaced by the politicians.  And the Space Guard cutter wasn’t replaced by the politicians.

The Freyan relief force refueled at a nearby large gas giant.  Several ships were in the high guard position, this included the carrier RFS Evelyn Stone with her fighters and the RFS Loan.  The three nearest ships to the RFS Loan were the destroyers RFS Reckless, RFS Resister, and RFS Republic.  All three destroyers were too far away to be seen from the RFS Loan by Commander Glasgow’s naked eye.  The sky from the bridge of the frigate RFS Loan was dominated by the gas giant.  Commander Glasgow could see the flashes of lightning in the clouds below her.  The flashes of lightning that could be seen from this orbit would put the electrical output of a Terrestrial hurricane to shame.  Other cruisers, destroyers, and frigates, scooped deuterium fuel from gas giants to refuel the unstreamlined vessels of the relief fleet.

George Cross and his family moved to the planet March.  The planet March was a sublight journey and across the Alpha Centauri system.

A Freyan safe house in a suburb of New Boston was eventually found.  A SWAT team from the New Boston police tried to assault it.  The chief of the New Boston police walked at the site.  The smoke cleared and the bodies of several police officers lay on the ground.  No Freyan bodies were ever found.