The Icarian Legacy Collected Edition: Brave Souls - First Strike (Volume 3) by Kocho Trajchevski
Authors: Kocho Trajchevski
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them of the mysterious object that was placed at twelve hundred feet depth. It was immediately obvious that it was artificial and the signals that it was emanating were strange to say the least.
The coordinates showed that the target lay seven nautical miles in front of them.
He picked up the telephone and immediately called Admiral Johnson on the bridge.
When the admiral arrived he looked at the concerned face of his XO.
“This better be good. What was so urgent that you couldn’t handle it without me?”
Kirkpatrick looked at him and with a concerned face handed him the report from the submarine.
“Sir I think that this warrants your attention.”
Johnson studied the results and then looked at him.
“Are the results confirmed? Did you ask for a second scan from the other submarines?”
“They all gave the same results sir.”
The admiral looked at the sea. It looked peaceful and calm. It was late afternoon and the sun moved slowly to the west. He loved the sunsets at sea. But he knew that today will be different.
And something in his heart was telling him that a storm was approaching. Not a sea storm but a storm of another kind.
He turned to his XO.
“Tell the fleet to move with maximum speed towards those coordinates… and inform the Jimmy Carter that they should flank the object and wait for us.”
“Yes sir.”
Moments later the entire fleet headed towards the coordinates that the three submarines gave them.
“We’ll be there in five minutes sir.”
Johnson just nodded with his head and kept on watching towards the distant sunset.
The fleet moved quickly and with a clear purpose. High above them in the clouds the six Boeing F/A-18E/F Super Hornets and six F/A-18 Hornets flew in formation. Thirty eight more plains waited on the carrier.
“Sir the Jimmy Carter reports that they are making the flanking maneuver and trying to make contact. The Yuri Dogorukiy is staying in the back as a precaution. Commander Adams reports that so far the object hasn’t made any contact and is stationary.”
“Just one more, one minute.”- those were the thoughts that went through his head as he heard the report from communications.
The Admiral turned to Kirkpatrick. The young officer was calm. His dark blue eyes showed confidence.
“Contact the Jimmy Carter and tell them…”
He never got the chance to finish the sentence because three large underwater explosions happened at that exact moment. And just seconds’ later eleven more were heard as the torpedoes impacted on the alien ship.
Three large gazers of water and parts exploded upwards on the places where the submarines meet their end. The shockwave hit the ships just seconds later.
Johnson looked at the gazers.
“What the hell…”- the words came from Kirkpatrick.
Johnson looked at him and then turned to his communications and sonar operatives.
“Give me a report.”
Deep inside him he already knew the answer. A sheet of paper came out of the printer on the bridge. He never even bothered to look at it.
The sonar operative looked at the admiral with a white face.
“Sir the Yuri Dolgorukiy reports that the enemy ship fired and destroyed the rest of the submarine squadron. He further reports that the object was hit by at least eleven torpedoes and suffered minimal damage. The weapons that were fired are of unknown origin.”
“Jesus Christ. What have we found?”
Johnson turned to his shaken XO.
“It’s not important what, what is important is how we deal with it. Launch all fighters and inform the fleet to go to red alert and battle formation. Send an immediate call to the HMS Vanguard and USS Missouri and their escorts to head this way.”
The two most powerful ships and their escorts were searching a little further in the east. He now regretted for not calling them sooner but he knew that there was no way to predict that this was going to happen. Four more submarines were in that area as well.
As the orders were given the ships
The coordinates showed that the target lay seven nautical miles in front of them.
He picked up the telephone and immediately called Admiral Johnson on the bridge.
When the admiral arrived he looked at the concerned face of his XO.
“This better be good. What was so urgent that you couldn’t handle it without me?”
Kirkpatrick looked at him and with a concerned face handed him the report from the submarine.
“Sir I think that this warrants your attention.”
Johnson studied the results and then looked at him.
“Are the results confirmed? Did you ask for a second scan from the other submarines?”
“They all gave the same results sir.”
The admiral looked at the sea. It looked peaceful and calm. It was late afternoon and the sun moved slowly to the west. He loved the sunsets at sea. But he knew that today will be different.
And something in his heart was telling him that a storm was approaching. Not a sea storm but a storm of another kind.
He turned to his XO.
“Tell the fleet to move with maximum speed towards those coordinates… and inform the Jimmy Carter that they should flank the object and wait for us.”
“Yes sir.”
Moments later the entire fleet headed towards the coordinates that the three submarines gave them.
“We’ll be there in five minutes sir.”
Johnson just nodded with his head and kept on watching towards the distant sunset.
The fleet moved quickly and with a clear purpose. High above them in the clouds the six Boeing F/A-18E/F Super Hornets and six F/A-18 Hornets flew in formation. Thirty eight more plains waited on the carrier.
“Sir the Jimmy Carter reports that they are making the flanking maneuver and trying to make contact. The Yuri Dogorukiy is staying in the back as a precaution. Commander Adams reports that so far the object hasn’t made any contact and is stationary.”
“Just one more, one minute.”- those were the thoughts that went through his head as he heard the report from communications.
The Admiral turned to Kirkpatrick. The young officer was calm. His dark blue eyes showed confidence.
“Contact the Jimmy Carter and tell them…”
He never got the chance to finish the sentence because three large underwater explosions happened at that exact moment. And just seconds’ later eleven more were heard as the torpedoes impacted on the alien ship.
Three large gazers of water and parts exploded upwards on the places where the submarines meet their end. The shockwave hit the ships just seconds later.
Johnson looked at the gazers.
“What the hell…”- the words came from Kirkpatrick.
Johnson looked at him and then turned to his communications and sonar operatives.
“Give me a report.”
Deep inside him he already knew the answer. A sheet of paper came out of the printer on the bridge. He never even bothered to look at it.
The sonar operative looked at the admiral with a white face.
“Sir the Yuri Dolgorukiy reports that the enemy ship fired and destroyed the rest of the submarine squadron. He further reports that the object was hit by at least eleven torpedoes and suffered minimal damage. The weapons that were fired are of unknown origin.”
“Jesus Christ. What have we found?”
Johnson turned to his shaken XO.
“It’s not important what, what is important is how we deal with it. Launch all fighters and inform the fleet to go to red alert and battle formation. Send an immediate call to the HMS Vanguard and USS Missouri and their escorts to head this way.”
The two most powerful ships and their escorts were searching a little further in the east. He now regretted for not calling them sooner but he knew that there was no way to predict that this was going to happen. Four more submarines were in that area as well.
As the orders were given the ships
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