The Legend of Earth

Chapter 26



The past week had been some the busiest time Nate Allen had spent as commander of the Human fleet. The now-confirmed attack on Juir by the Klin had thrown a wrench into all their plans. It’s not that he wasn’t glad to see the Juirean capital destroyed – it meant that many Human lives would now be saved. But now he had to play politics, trying to convince the people back home – as well as several of his top officers – that they should continue with their mission, but this time against their true enemy – the Klin.

An accommodation had finally been reached: They had already come too far at this point to simply turn and walk away. The fleet would continue to Juir, but if the Klin did not readily engage, then the fleet would return to Earth after establishing a tentative government to oversee the administration of the Expansion.

At this time, it was widely accepted that the Human forces were isolated and a very long way from home. This was not a wise move to make militarily. More ships were coming, and others were in production, but every time the bean counters back on Earth ran their figures, they always came up with the same thing: More. More ships, more men, more material, more bases – more commitment.

As it turned out, trying to conquer a galaxy was a pretty big deal.

The one thing Admiral Allen had going for him – and an argument that eventually won over the top brass – was something he called the Medieval Strategy. During the discussions with Earth, Allen compared the current campaign to those experienced by armies in medieval times. Back then, vast land tracts were controlled by a lord and a castle, and on the surrounding lands there could be dozens of settlements all loyal to the castle and whatever noble-person ruled from within its barricades. Advancing armies did not have to stop and subdue each individual settlement. Instead, all they had to do was take over the castle, and then all the surrounding citizenry would naturally pledge allegiance to the new king of the castle. It was as simple as the old Who song: out with the old boss, in with the new boss.

That was the way it was in the Expansion. So far, Allen’s forces had not had to deviate to a single rebellious Expansion world. All they had to do was defeat the Juirean forces and take over Juir – and then the entire Expansion would be under Human control. This agreement had sealed the deal for Allen and his Human fleet. Even now, the politicians on Earth were receiving dozens of overtures from Expansion worlds from the Fringe to the Core, all seeking direction now that the Juireans had left.

For the power brokers back on the once-lowly and backward planet of Earth, this was a golden opportunity to gain some real power. Masters of the Universe – for real! That became the new clarion call. Yet even though Nate Allen believed in peace through strength, and that it was better to control territory than to not, he was hoping they weren’t biting off more than they could chew….



It was oh-one-thirty hours ship’s time when the Admiral left his last meeting and shuffled off to his cabin. He had just kicked off his shoes and fell back on his bunk when a knock came at his door. What now? he wondered. He didn’t bother to get up from the bed.

“Enter.” He was only half-surprised to see petty officer Cobb enter his cabin. Probably just another ‘urgent’ message from Earth; they never seem to grasp the meaning of ‘ship’s time.’

“Sorry to bother you Admiral, but I believe you’re going to want to see this.”

Without asking, Caleb went to the computer terminal on the admiral’s desk and logged into his radioman’s secure screen. Allen moved to the desk and sat down in the chair, as Caleb finished pulling up the audio file. He clicked play and then stood back.

“Team Leader to Commander SEAL Team Six. Team Leader to Commander SEAL Team Six. This is A.C., please respond on this frequency. Urgent, I repeat urgent message to follow. Please respond ST6 Commander.”

Allen’s heart began to pound in his throat. He was commander SEAL Team Six, or at least he had been when Adam Cain had been there, and the AC in the message had to be Cain. Allen looked up at the petty officer standing next to him. Cobb smiled. “I thought you’d want to hear this right away, sir.”

Everybody in the fleet knew Nate Allen’s story: former head of the Navy’s most elite Special Forces SEAL team, then head of the United States Special Operations Command (SOCOM) at MacDill Air Force Base, and now the Supreme Military Commander, Human Expeditionary Force, Galactic Operations, his current command.

And everyone onboard also knew the name of Adam Cain.

“Can you isolate the frequency?” Admiral Allen asked.

“It’s being broadcast on multiple frequencies, but I can pull out the strongest one for your response.”

“How about direction? Have you determined that yet?”

“It’s definitely coming in front of us, sir, in the direction of Juir.”

“What’s he doing way out here?” Allen asked rhetorically. The last anyone had heard of Adam Cain had been four, maybe five months ago. His small insurgent command in the Fringe had reported that Cain had been operating behind enemy lines at the time, as had Allen’s former adjutant, Lieutenant Andy Tobias. The Chief had been there too, along with Johnny Tindal. Nothing had been heard from any of them for all this time. And now this.

“Cobb, I have no doubt this message came from Cain. Have Commander Arseneault muster all the techs you have in CIC in ten minutes. We’ll craft a response and then wait for a reply. We have no idea of the distance at this time, do we?”

“No sir, not until the first response has time to come back. He may be fifteen minutes away or ten hours, we just don’t know.”

“And we won’t until we respond. Get moving, Cobb – and good work, young man!”

“Thank you, sir.”



Word of the message had traveled quickly throughout the CIC. Admiral David Giddens had also joined Allen in the CIC, along with Captain Brandon Holmes, the commander of the Bunker Hill.

Caleb Cobb was not intimidated by all the brass leaning over his shoulder at the comm station; it was common for his rating. However, he wished only one person would talk at a time.

Finally Admiral Allen took charge. He sat down next to Caleb and nodded. Caleb flicked the recording switch.

“Commander SEAL Team Six to AC. Commander SEAL Team Six, to AC, message received. Allen here. We have locked onto your strongest signal and are awaiting contact for urgent message. Once locked, line should be secure. Will monitor this frequency continuously. Proceed at your earliest. Allen out.”

The message was short and a little anticlimactic for those in the CIC. But it was done; all they could do now was wait.

Since the message had come from the direction of Juir, that would logically mean Cain was located somewhere between the planet and the Fleet. Caleb knew a signal could get to Juir and back in two hours forty-five minutes, since they knew the distance to the planet. So if Cain was on this side of Juir that would be the maximum amount of time they would have to wait for a reply – if Cain is able to pick up their outgoing message without any interference. Once Cain’s reply came back, they could then gauge the time needed between message and response down to within a few minutes. Then, depending on how fast both parties were closing on one another, that time would shorten with each passing day. It would be an awkward way of carrying on a conversation, but it was what they had been dealing with for almost a year, ever since leaving the Earth.

Allen had two cots moved into the CIC and placed near the comm station; one for him and one for Caleb, who insisted on remaining at his station until communications had been fully established with Cain. Coffee was brought in, and even though he was excited about the prospect of making contact with his old team mate – as well as learning about this urgent message Cain had for him – Admiral Nate Allen was soon fast asleep on the cot.