Chapter Forty Nine - War Begins
We'd flown the Presidium to Earth. Some snafu delay in taking on cargo.
We were down for serious shore leave. As Captain, I'd given most of the crew permission to off, just kept a few Seniors to do the checks. Wasn't much to do, could done in two hours.
That's when I heard war had begun between Sagir and Dalmar.
Cilla gave a sneer and I had a feeling we'd be tossed into the mix. I decided that we all needed serious shore leave so closed the boat and we all offed.
I tried some drinking and moving around, but, knowing there was something happening out there forced me back to the ship where Ian was doing what a Geek does.
He didn't look up, started talk;
"What I've gotten is that twelve Dal ships were blown almost synchronised, and the Dals..."
"Blown, where?" I ask.
He brought up a map of the galaxy, zoomed to the most travelled areas, circled
twelve different points.
"What's the connection?" I ask.
"They were alone. The Sags came out of no where, blew them, disappeared.
Rescue slash search slash revenge squads found nothing, not even heat trails."
"What kind of ships?" I poke.
"Cruisers, their biggest and best. Like the Sags knew where the Dalmar would be..."
"Or lured them..." I gave.
"Yeah, or lured them there..."
"Then?" I push, trying to get the data in a sensible fashion.
"The Dals raced to Sagir. The whole area is mined, most ships got blown, the ones
that didn't were taken out by...Ta Da!"
"The Invictus!" I supply.
"Give that man a cigar!" Ian gestured.
"Now what's playing?" I ask.
"The Dals are arguing among themselves what they should do, the Sags don't talk
much and I don't know what they're saying anyway. The United Planets Bigs are trying to contact Sag, and have been unsuccessful."
That was not surprising.
The Sagirs we'd met in the past years did not communicate. Outside of Gye the first and Priam the Chef, they could go months without recognising our existence.
"You haven't been able to translate more of the Sag chat?" I asked.
"Well a word here and there...but..they ain't sending messages...at least not over
any channel I can find..." Ian gave.
"How long has the war been going on in real time?" I ask.
"I make it about eighty two hours from the Sags blowing the first Dal ship until the
last message from U.P."
I mused until Ian asked; "What you think the next gambit will be?"
"Well, they're using the Invictus for Defence, I don't think that's going to change.
They'll probably hit a few more stray Dalmar ships. But I'm betting on Sags
"Yeah.. guess that's where 'Dalmar hitting the granaries' thingy came in..."
"Yeah." I replied.
"Y'know, Boss, Sagir has always been blockaded, in a real sense, so they have
to have it all going on down there."
He gave me a few moments to catch the fact that Sagir had to be self supporting, for they hadn't traded or mingled.
"But Dalmar always ruled space, so, I bet they'll be eating rats..."
And he laughed.