THE TREATY OF GREENPEACE: THE WAR
star bright; first star I see tonight; if I may, and if I might; let me blow
away Iffley's forces tonight.
slowly mumbled an ancient earth rhyme to himself as he stared out the window
of the mighty starship TGTS Act. The sight was utterly devastating; the
three remaining ships of the Taft forces stood alone against a dual
combination of the Alarian fleet and the huge mega-ship, the Madison.
Oh, and I shouldn't forget to mention the fact that one of the remaining
ships, the Cambridge Bay, was nearly entirely blown up; it was all but a
smoldering hot pot of ashes. In fact, only the Act and the Alone
stood to fight off the Alarian menace. Oh, well.
the Madison appears to be repositioning herself; the Alone is
now right in her sights. I don't know how long it takes to recharge her laser,
the Alarian forces are moving closer, Alone requesting
we have 156 fighters remaining. All need refueling. Fighters are now
stared at the stars. "Twinkle, twinkle little star..."
**T. G. Taft**
I have an idea." The voice came from an old retired mentor, Bronson's
close friend Madison.
What could be better than sitting here and blowing up Taft's forces?"
them. You see, it would be much more to our benefit if we would capture their
flagship rather than to merely blow it up"
how, pray tell, do we accomplish this?"
with your golden ring, of course. I mean, after all, it can transport you 500
miles, and, if we could get close enough..."
**T. G. Taft**
the Madison appears to be veering away from the Alone. It is now
headed straight for us. She's closing to 2000 kilometers... 1800..."
reverse. Keep out of her way."
going to be too late if she's trying to ram us... 1700... 1500... 1300...
officers aboard the Act watched their monitors carefully as the huge
Madison became more and more clear.
screen showed a large, concentrated beam loom out of nowhere to go straight
for the Madison. "Blam!"
shields hit. Minor inner damage. Nothing major. No shield damage. That's a
pretty powerful ship out there."
900... 800... 700... Sir, she's still coming!"
stared blankly at the screen. "Why doesn't she fire?!"
a small, red light came on the security screen in front of one of the lower
crewmen. "Sir, we have an intruder alert. It's in..."
raced toward the panel. "Intruder! How the..."
it's in... it's in..."
it's in the ladies' shower area. It is... male. He has definitely been caught.
Apparently he did not even try to escape: He was blushing too
managed to smile a little. "Who was he?"
has been identified as Bronson Colt Randolf."
looked for a moment at the screen. Then he giggled. With a wave of his hand he
summoned the communications officer. "Hail me the
raised his voice a little. "Madison, this is the Commander of the
Taft fleet. We seem to have captured your leader. Would you like him
voice became audible over the communication channel. "How did you get
he got into the ladies' private bathing area. I guess you could say we caught
him in the Act. Heh, heh."
did not seem to show any sense of humor. "What price do you
you to simply turn away from this fighting and go elsewhere; for you to no
longer engage in this war between us and Alarius."
gave a sigh. "Agreed. We'll send a shuttle..."
need to. We'll just... hmmm... He'll be there, don't worry. Richard, over and
gazed at a map of the ship that was on the wall, staring not at it but past
it. "People, I have one last desperation idea... to win this war....
Prepare, after we have beamed Bronson aboard the Madison, to run close
range with one of the Alarian ships: I don't care which one; make it, oh, I
don't know, the Panther." He sat back in his big custom-made
began to mumble to himself. "Before, I didn't want to run close range. I
didn't want to get into their tractor beam range. But now, hmm..."
transfer room ready."
**T. G. Taft**
figure slowly materialized aboard the Madison. Madison ran over to him
and embraced him. "Bronson, I'm so glad you're back!"
looked downcast. "I could have had them. I could have captured it! Oh,
well; prepare the lasers. We'll just have to blow them up..."
gave a different order. "Leave for Earth. We will rendezvous with our
orbiting repair ship, the Colt, in 8 hours." Quietly, to Bronson,
he said, "Sorry. I gave my word. You for our retreat."
looked downcast again. "Why did I have to land there? Anywhere else I
could have simply used my platinum ring for a defense shield and laser. But
there I was too embarassed..."
worry about it, Bronson. Iffley has them outnumbered 5 to 1. He'll still get
them. Don't worry about it. Say, why don't we return to Earth when we get
there. I know this great resort hotel. You're gonna love it..."
**T. G. Taft **'
Wrighte, aboard the Panther, was pleasantly surprised when he saw the
enemy flagship slowly approaching him. He talked aloud. "He's almost in
tractor range. Shields up. Prepare lasers..."
Act continued to move further within range. One of the many lower
officials on the bridge of the Panther began an announcement. "Now
within tractor range. She's approaching on a trajectory that is a sort of
blindspot... our laser's can't hit her from there. I suggest tractor
looked at the man who was now talking. He felt proud to know that he was his
son. "Tractor beam, full power."
fat red pulse light shot out from the Panther and grabbed hold of the
Act. It pulled the Act closer, and began to pull it into laser
range. But before the order to fire could be given, a series of red lights
began to flash all over the bridge. "Intruder Alert. Repeat. Intruder in
Engineering. Twenty humanoids. Intruder Alert."
Wrighte tried frantically to do something, but a frantic jolt rocked the ship
before he could go four feet. "They've taken over the engines,
sighed to himself. All he had to do was merely emit those two words...
**T. G. Taft**
Act rocked in the dead of space as the huge vibronic surges rushed
passed the starboard bow. "Hmm. Maybe we should have stopped
self-destruct before we tried to take it over. Hmm." Said Richard with a
grin as he lined up the next target, the Troubador.
Troubador experiment went much better than the Panther's;
instead of using the AMTU to beam an attack party aboard the engineering
section, it beamed it into the auxiliary bridge. After changing the computer
aboard the Troubador to match the frequency of the Act's, the
Domain forces were able to take control of everything; including
self-destruct. Oh, yeah. You see, life-support in all sections other than
auxiliary control was, at that time, seen as useless; so it was turned off.
Alone, alerted of this tactic, proceeded to do the same to an unalerted
Cygnus. Captain Dodge served a good career; too bad it had to end just
because Richard said so.
looked worried. The battle did not seem to be going too well. The Taft forces
were acually growing in number; and now it was known that the Act had
also captured the Corona. "Sir, the Alone is now
approaching the Aurora in much the same way that it had approached the
Cygnus. Orders requested."
them put it in full reverse."
viewscreen began to picture the two ships as they began their game of cat and
mouse. Suddenly the cat got sick of chasing, and fired a laser straight down
the mouse's gullet. A beautiful aurora filled the screen...
the Act is now approaching the Emerald... Distance: 1800
kilometers and closing. Orders requested."
Emerald? How dare they attack an Emerald class! It doesn't have
a blind spot, does it?" Suddenly the viewscreen depicted the
Emerald and the Act engaging each other in combat. The
Act made a careful dodge here; the Emerald fired once only to
miss completely. The Act came up and into full range.
it was too late. The Emerald, after a short time elapse, slowly rotated
to face the Scimitar. "Sir! It's coming toward us!"
me Richard, now."
was that? You're not thinking of surrender, are you?" The voice was
Adena's; it was obvious that she had a direct line from the Enchantress
to the Scimitar.
have four of our ships, Adena. We have not been able to stop them from taking
them over, and now they're coming for us--do you have a better idea? Now,
Richard said he didn't want T'mir: Just our fleet. I'll go along with that. I
mean, without a fleet, we'll lose all need of war. Perhaps life will be
what will keep Richard from attacking us again, supposing he gets
power-hungry?" Iffley could tell that she was raising her right
be miffed, Adena."
can't you just transport over there? You have the Sceptre!"
for one thing, I don't know their ship. What would happen if I would end up
next to one of their targets in the archery section of their Rec
**T. G. Taft**
proudly announced the conditions of surrender to Iffley. The crew aboard the
Act cheered as Iffley quietly agreed. The compromise was very simple,
actually: The Domain would gain control of all of Alarius' ships, except for
the Scimitar, the Enchantress, and the Xanadu; in
exchange, no attacks would be made on T'mir. All personnel still aboard the
captured ships would leave before the transfer took place.
told, throughout the war, The Domain only gained two ships--and one of theirs
was still a smoldering ash. Alarius, however, had lost twenty-one. It only
goes to show what can happen in a meaningless war; for that's exactly what it
was. Literally thousands of men and women died defending what they believed
was right; and, in the end, the party that was perhaps most in the wrong ended
up right after all.
yeah. I almost forgot. There was one other part of the treaty, unmentioned to
Iffley until after the ships had been transfered, that Richard had neglected
Act slowly sped out into space, apparently innocent of its last final
**T. G. Taft**
shook in horror as the huge monster materialized on the bridge; Gibbenhide
looked hungrily at Suralio and took another step....
is one way to get respect," Gibbenhide said as he licked his neck....
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