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"(EXILE) Patience 1 of 5: Pursuit"
 
   LAST EDITED ON Mar-28-07 AT 08:15 PM (EDT)
 
He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious.
- Sun Tzu, The Art of War (ca. 400-320 Before Standard Calendar)

Thursday, September 13, 2288
Uncatalogued star system
Coreward of Rigel

A tiny ship lurked in a small asteroid field between two of the uncharted binary system's outlying gas giants. Designed to be unobserved, with its dark blue coloring and its sensor-confounding systems, the VF-6S/VB-9S Shadow Legios starfighter waited and listened, its crew confident that they would notice anyone approaching long before being noticed themselves.

In the cockpit of the Alpha, Maia Sterling looked at her instrument panel chronometer for the 400th time, keyed her intercom, and said, "I thought you people were reliable. Where the hell are they?"

In the cockpit of the docked Beta behind her, Maia's fraternal twin sister Miranda snorted. "'You people,' she says, as if she wasn't also half-Zentraedi."

"Emi, anything new on the feeds?"

"Nothing good," reported Emilia, the second-youngest of the seven Sterling sisters, from the Beta's comm/sensor station. "Unless you count the price on your head going up to cr500,000."

Maia made a dismissive noise. "I'm worth ten times that."

"Nothing about the Prometheus?" Miranda put in.

"No, nothing. No word since they shot their way out of Deralia." She hesitated, then went reluctantly on, "ISN claims a whole Legios squadron was destroyed by GENOM fighters covering their escape."

Maia's fist closed involuntarily on the powered-down fighter's throttle controls. "Which one?"

Emilia hesitated again. "Well... "

"Emi."

"Look, you know this is half propaganda and half - "

"Which one."

"... ISN says it was the Jollies."

The single word Maia uttered in response came through clenched teeth, nearly inaudible in Emilia's earphones. "Fuck."

Emilia opened her mouth to offer some further attempt at reassurance, but before she could get it out, an alarm whined on her sensor panel. "Hold on - new contact coming in. Small craft exiting hyperspace."

Up in the Alpha's cockpit, Maia flipped switches, powering up the Legios's engines and getting ready to move out if necessary. The prospect of action gave her the strength to push away what she was feeling, as she had over and over again the last couple of days, and concentrate on what she needed to do to keep herself and her sisters alive.

Down in the Beta's bomb/cargo bay, currently fitted out in its "troop carrier" configuration, the youngest of the Sterlings didn't have the luxury of tuning herself up for action. Mylene Sterling was only 14, and unlike all of her sisters, she wasn't militarily inclined anyway. She had little training, no experience of battle, and a gentler temperament than the others. Mylene was an artist, a musician, not a soldier - and, alone among them, still in many ways a child. Unable to sublimate her fears and sorrows into dynamic action as the others could, she had spent the last several days in a state of profound and deepening misery.

Now, as she felt the Legios's spaceframe quiver and fill with the rumbling whine of starting fusion turbines, Mylene just closed the visor of the CVR-3F armor Miranda had insisted she wear and huddled as deep as she could into the seat. Inside her helmet, her tiny rodent pet stirred against her neck and peeped into her ear.

"I don't know, Guvava," she whispered. "Another fight, I suppose." Hugging herself as best she could considering the hard edges of her armor, she murmured, "Why is this happening? Why can't we wake up? Oh, I'd give anything to wake up and have Mom badgering me to go to class... "

It might have comforted Mylene somewhat - or at least surprised her - to know that her elder sister Maia, a tough, battle-hardened veteran Shadow Legios pilot and member of the WDF's infamous Nazgūl Squadron (the Black Riders), felt exactly the same.

Maia nudged in a little bit of throttle, moving the Legios a bit away from the covering asteroids, then cut power again and let the ship drift as a pair of small craft boomed out of hyperspace and coasted into the system on the ebb of their superluminal wakes. With her own visual sensors, she was pretty sure she knew what they were, but she waited for Emilia to confirm her suspicions anyway.

"Two Valkyries," Emilia reported. "Looks like a Super J and a Super A. I'd say that's our girls."

Maia switched on her external comm system and aimed a tight-beam communications laser at the lead Valkyrie, the J-model. A moment later the panel pinged as the Valkyrie acknowledged with its own comm laser and established link that would be nearly impossible for hostiles to intercept. Maia couldn't remember the last time she'd felt as relieved as when the face of her eldest sister Komilia, washed monochrome by the tinted space visor of her Valkyrie helmet, appeared on her center MFD.

"It's about time you guys got here," she blustered to cover her relief.

"Bitch later," Komilia replied tersely. "I'm pretty sure we brought you some new friends."

"New friends, what the hell are you talking ab - " Maia began, but then she had her answer as the sky behind the two Valkyries filled with spacecraft and her threat panel went wild.

"I'll be damned," Emilia said, impressed in spite of herself. "Invid Armored Scouts! GENOM really has pulled everything out of the garage for this operation."

"How many?" Maia demanded, throttling up and starting to move out as the two Valkyries made for the asteroids at full power.

"About a hundred, I think," Emilia replied. "I can't say for sure without going active."

"Wait one. Komilia, what's your status?"

"We're just about used up," Komilia admitted. "No missiles, I'm out of ammo. Terry has a GU-13, but she's stuck in fighter mode. Not optimal against massed Invid."

Despite - or maybe because of - her desperation and frustration, a fierce, almost feral grin stretched Maia's face. "Then we'll have to take care of it ourselves! Emi, get me some targets!"

So saying, she rammed the throttles wide open, opening up the combined Legios's mighty thrusters to full power. Emilia switched the Beta's sensors to active mode, radiating energy, no longer concerned about detection, as the acceleration shoved her back in her seat even with the fighter's inertial dampers engaged. At the controls of the Beta, Miranda started selecting targets for her weapons while Maia aimed the Legios right at the heart of the approaching Invid formation.

"Īdō Nidir nźnākham, Bārī 'n Katharād!" Miranda cried, her voice spurring a thrill up Maia's already tingling spine: the battlecry of the Black Riders, Now come we, the Nine, lords of eternal life!

So caught up in the moment were both sisters that they never wondered whether they would see the other seven again.

The Invid fighters never perceived the Legios itself - only the evidence of its presence, the sudden and tremendous luminal and thermal flare of its exhaust, the sweeping pulse of its active sensors. So preoccupied were their small awarenesses on the targets they had pursued a good chunk of the across the known galaxy that they hadn't even adjusted to the abrupt appearance of another combatant until it was far too late for them.

Invid plasma fire filled the sky, most of it inaccurate. A few pulses splashed against the charging Legios's shields, doing no harm at all. One, more by luck than design, streaked past and struck the trailing Valkyrie in the aft starboard quarter, jarring it into a sudden roll and drawing a cry of consternation from its pilot.

Snarling with fury at the attack on one of her sisters, Maia threw the Legios into a corkscrew roll, making the stars and the smearing tracks of Invid fire spin crazily in her canopy, then thumbed and twisted the mode selector built into her throttle lever. Without disengaging from the Beta, the Alpha portion of the combined fighter transformed to battroid mode, becoming an armored soldier effectively wearing a giant thruster backpack. Miranda plied her controls with equal fervor, the sisters acting almost as a single pilot. Panels popped open all over the Shadow fighter as powerful sensors painted target after target. Plasma and particle-beam fire from the Legios's fixed weapons picked off a few of the Invid, softening up the formation for the onslaught to come.

Their Zentraedi warrior blood singing in their veins, Maia and Miranda cried out a Meltranese challenge and pulled their triggers as one. The charging Legios slowed slightly in reaction as more than a hundred missiles boiled from their tubes on the Alpha and Beta at once. Space filled with seething contrails as the weapons - compact but deadly GPM-150 Mark XXVI General Hosement mini-missiles from both craft and a few of the Beta's powerful AMM-9 Reaper medium missiles - streaked and spiraled and sought, running the gauntlet of plasma fire to plunge into the attacking Invid formation and unleash utter havoc. A curtain of explosions nearly 200 miles wide blossomed in space as the Legios's barrage tore at the two Valkyries' pursuers.

In moments, all that remained of the attacking force, besides rubble and rapidly expanding clouds of dust, was the command ship, the human crew of which had not quite grasped what had just happened.

With a puff of escaping gases, the two parts of the Legios undocked, Maia's Alpha battroid executing a tidy tuck-and-tumble to clear the Beta's path as the larger craft charged past, still in bomber mode. Aboard the GENOM command ship, the crew were still trying to get a fix on what was going on outside when a target designation warning howled on the combat officer's panel. At about the same moment, the overhead speakers crackled as Emilia punched through the vessel's comm shielding with the Beta's powerful transmitter, and a filtered voice, guttural and cruel, filled the bridge with terrifying, incomprehensible syllables:

"Nubin sherkuk," it intoned in a voice like madness itself. "Rakhizinash! Matizinashūk!"

Plasma fire weakened, then breached, the command ship's shields, which were already degraded by the vessel's close proximity to the recent wave of explosions and fusion-core cookoffs. From a compartment under its port wingroot, the Shadow Beta launched an RSM-666-XL heavy missile. As soon as the missile was away, Miranda stood on her ventral thruster controls, flipping the ungainly bomber end-over-end, then opened her throttles and cleared the area. Moments later, the AntiChrist missile's Reflex warhead detonated, wiping the GENOM command ship from the sky in a millisecond pulse of irresistible heat.

The calm after the battle was almost shocking in its suddenness and completeness. The two parts of the Legios docked quietly, almost routinely, their armor ignoring the microimpacts of dust and tiny particles from their recent swarm of victims. As they turned to rendezvous with the two Valkyries, the Alpha part resumed fighter mode, blending the two vehicles fully into a single spacecraft again.

"That looked satisfying," Komilia remarked dryly.

Maia, flushed and sweaty, just flipped open her CVR helmet visor and grinned.

"You have no idea. How's Terry?"

"I'm fine," Therčse Sterling replied. "Some armor damage, screwed up my thrust vectoring, but the automatics recalibrated the nozzle within a second. Just like the book says!" she added, sounding wryly impressed. As a certified and highly experienced Veritechnician, she knew exactly what all the systems on a VF-1 could do.

"Thanks for the save, though," Komilia said. "It would've taken us all day to kill all those guys."

Maia smirked, accepting her eldest sister's half-joking fighter-jock bravado for what it was, and let it pass.

"Well, if you guys are done bringing random strangers to our party," Emilia put in, "we have a rendezvous of our own to get to, and you two have made us late."

"Oh, relax," Komilia replied. "When was the last time Xera was on time for anything?"

"Has anyone heard anything from Mom and Dad?" Therčse asked.

"I got a call from Dad near the end of the fight over Musashi, after the Wedge hypered out," Miranda reported. "It was pretty broken up, but I heard him mention the Zentraedi fleet."

"So they're with Xera," Komilia reasoned.

"Seems that way," Miranda agreed.

"Hey, isn't that Kakizaki's Valkyrie?" Maia asked as the three spacecraft formed up and laid in their new hyperspace course.

"Yes," Therčse replied, sounding subdued. "He, uh... won't be needing it."

"... Oh."

That broke up the exultant after-battle mood, reminding all five sisters (for Mylene couldn't hear them, and had never forgotten in any case) just how desperate their situation still was. There was a gloomy silence for a few seconds.

Then Miranda said, "Okay, girls. Course plotted. Link your navicomputers to me and let's get out of here."

The three fighters' exhaust coronas flared red, and then they were gone, leaving behind only dust and echoes.

"Pursuit" (Part 1 of Patience, an Exile Mini-Story Serial) by Benjamin D. Hutchins
Patience Plotted by Philip J. Moyer
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  RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit O_M Mar-27-07 2
     RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit SpottedKitty Mar-27-07 4
         RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit MuninsFire Mar-27-07 5
         RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit Gryphonadmin Mar-27-07 7
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                 RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit Gryphonadmin Mar-27-07 9
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                         RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit Gryphonadmin Mar-27-07 11
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             RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit Bad Moon Mar-27-07 13
  RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit Matrix Dragon Mar-27-07 3
     RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit Gryphonadmin Mar-27-07 6
         RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit MOGSY Mar-27-07 14

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Tabasco
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1. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   Nothing wrong with a little Scott Bernard-ing before breakfast. :) Though that one was probably justified.

I like.

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O_M
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2. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   Oh, you used Black Speech! Pardon me while I geek out entirely over that detail alone. :)


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4. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   >Oh, you used Black Speech! Pardon me while I geek out entirely over
>that detail alone. :)

Seconded. I can only figure out a few words, though. Anyone got a translation, or is it one of those things we're better off not knowing if we want to do anything like, erm, sleep for the next couple of years... =)

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5. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   Looks kind of like it could be a reference to this or something like it to me.

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A stately pleasure-dome decree,
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7. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   >>Oh, you used Black Speech! Pardon me while I geek out entirely over
>>that detail alone. :)
>
>Seconded. I can only figure out a few words, though. Anyone got a
>translation

Roughly, "I can smell your blood. I will devour it! I will eat it all!"

A trifle histrionic, perhaps, but that's Miranda for you. She got the fantasy fangirl gene, and she's really pissed off. And it's very hard not to be a trifle histrionic in Black Speech, anyway. If that language had words for "pass the salt", they would carry an automatic "or I will eviscerate you, mortal" undertone. :)

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8. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   Kind of like how you describe Klingon in SOS, as you introduced B'Elanna, as I recall--except more 'psychotic' than 'militant'.

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9. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   >Kind of like how you describe Klingon in SOS, as you introduced
>B'Elanna, as I recall--except more 'psychotic' than 'militant'.

They say the Black Speech is the language of madness itself. Mind you, what Miranda's speaking there isn't the real Black Speech; as far as anybody outside of Asgard knows, there's no such thing, and if Mir knew otherwise, she wouldn't do anything as foolish and trivial as using it to taunt a bunch of fools who are about to die. Still, with the audio processing equipment aboard a Shadow Beta, you can make the "stage" version sound pretty intimidating.

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10. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   Would the 'real' version be something you might find in, say, Muspelheim?

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11. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   >Would the 'real' version be something you might find in, say,
>Muspelheim?

Ancient Alfheim, primarily.

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12. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   How intresting...I was thinking that (apropos the discussion in the thread about the SOS duellists, sp. the bit revolving around P. Took) the Red Book retelling by Mr. Tolkein would involve casting Muspelheim as Mordor--but it looks like you've something even more interesting planned.

I look forward to seeing how that sort of thing pans out...

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A stately pleasure-dome decree,
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea


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15. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   >They say the Black Speech is the language of madness itself. Mind
>you, what Miranda's speaking there isn't the real Black Speech;
>as far as anybody outside of Asgard knows, there's no such thing, and
>if Mir knew otherwise, she wouldn't do anything as foolish and trivial
>as using it to taunt a bunch of fools who are about to die. Still,
>with the audio processing equipment aboard a Shadow Beta, you can make
>the "stage" version sound pretty intimidating.

Hmm.

I had been wondering if perhaps the UF version of the Zentraedi language sounded a little bit like Black Speech.

But in retrospect I suppose it would make more sense if Zentraedi sounded like Jotun.


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13. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   >Roughly, "I can smell your blood. I will devour it! I will eat it
>all!
"
>
>A trifle histrionic, perhaps, but that's Miranda for you. She got the
>fantasy fangirl gene, and she's really pissed off. And it's
>very hard not to be a trifle histrionic in Black Speech,
>anyway. If that language had words for "pass the salt", they would
>carry an automatic "or I will eviscerate you, mortal" undertone. :)

I bet Nazgul Squadron are a big hit at parties, given the types of people Golden Age WDFers are, they would find endless amounts of amusement speaking in the Black Speech.

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3. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   I am loving all your recent Veritech action, and this one's no exception, moreso because it shows how utterly deadly some of the WDF's pilots could be.

That said, this mini has a rather hopless feel to it, because we've all seen what's happening in the galaxy at this time, how hopeless it is for them. Even the vengeance of the Nazgul seems rather futile.

Then there's Mylene. Maybe it's a side effect of watching all of Macross 7 in the last month, but the mental image her, sitting alone in the bomb bay really sticks in my head.

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6. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   >Then there's Mylene. Maybe it's a side effect of watching all of
>Macross 7 in the last month, but the mental image her, sitting alone
>in the bomb bay really sticks in my head.

That was, indeed, rather the idea.

This is a dark time for the galaxy, as they say. There are going to be a lot of moments when the characters, never mind the readers, wonder if there can be any hope.

But of course there can, or no one would ever have done all the things necessary to straighten matters out again.

Keep in mind, this is part 1 of 4 - of a serial which itself is the first of two.

I don't wanna give anything away, you understand, but things just might get a little better.

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14. "RE: (EXILE) Patience 1 of 4: Pursuit"
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   >>Then there's Mylene. Maybe it's a side effect of watching all of
>>Macross 7 in the last month, but the mental image her, sitting alone
>>in the bomb bay really sticks in my head.
>
>That was, indeed, rather the idea.

Amazing. I never actually seen Macross 7 (or much of the original source material, like RGU other than a few synopses, artwork, and stills on the net), but I still "get it."

>This is a dark time for the galaxy, as they say. There are going to
>be a lot of moments when the characters, never mind the readers,
>wonder if there can be any hope.
>
>But of course there can, or no one would ever have done all the things
>necessary to straighten matters out again.
>
>Keep in mind, this is part 1 of 4 - of a serial which itself is the
>first of two.
>
>I don't wanna give anything away, you understand, but things just
>might
get a little better.

One can only hope. For the whole getting better thing, esp if it involves lots and lots more aerospace combat, Black Speech and all :)


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