Red Star Sheriff Chapter Nineteen ~ The Storm ~ Part Three: Story Time With Tim

Here we go with Act Three of my first MAJOR novel that I self-published a few years ago! I’ll be posting the whole work here with links to where you can find the novel on sale, to read completely, and author pages to check out all the other work I have available out there! Feel free to support the cause! Or just enjoy all the free reads I’m giving you. No worries. No hate. Just continue coming back and reading my work! I am Timothy Scott Purvis and THIS is Story Time With Tim!

Red Star Sheriff is a work inspired by several sources. First off, it is a sort of light homage to the Dark Tower series written by Stephen King. It doesn’t go overboard with the inferences, but the travails of a lead character who isn’t very emotional overall lends the weight to a protagonist who will go out of her way to get the job done. Secondly, this work was initially inspired by the video game series, Wild Arms. I had once considered this sort of an anime’ in literary form. A high octane lead character driven to become the best gunslinger in the solar system. Third, and definitely not least, I drew significant inspiration for overarching details from the show Westworld.

Many elements came together to make this work what it is. It is a long story coming in at just under 190 thousand words in total. Yet, it is a quick read, if I do say so myself with a lot of intense action and interesting characters. I’ll post links below for where to find this novel in its complete form so feel free to support the cause and check them out. I will also include links for prior chapters and postings throughout this venture so that it will be easy to keep pace of where the story has been so that the reader can keep up with the story.

Anyhow, Aidele Wilson is the lead protagonist. Her father was murdered so the story starts out with a quest for revenge. Then, a journal he’d written becomes the focus of a fast paced journey across the Wastelands trying to evade Union soldiers who want the journal for what lies within its pages: key technology specs that will alter the balance of power in all of the colonies.

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RED STAR SHERIFF: ACT THREE: CHAPTER NINETEEN~THE STORM~ PART THREE

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THE CURVING LIFT door slid open offering Berricks admittance to the bridge. He stepped off and crossed over to the raised command platform. It was two steps high and had the appearance of two black plates stacked one atop the other, the topmost being smallest. The edges of those platforms curved down and into the base of their foundations.

  The massive room was circular, but its ceiling and floors flat. There was bluish light in abundance with flashing diodes on curved consoles lining the walls and making up the forward command console just to the fore of the command platform. In front of the command consoles was a floor length viewport showing the exterior of the ship and the red planet slowly revolving far below. It stretched for a full third of the forward section of the room. Between that viewport and the command consoles, and treading three quarters of the bridge perimeter, was a singular rail with a boxy machine zipping around its length. It stopped at a rising pole and latched onto it to raise up to a pair of monitors near the ceiling. There, two metallic arms came out of each side of its bulk and interfaced with data ports built into the walls.

  Asta stood between Drevan and Durante as they were ushered forward upon Berricks’ entrance. She looked desperately for any other avenue of escape, but, as near as she could tell, there were only the two exits. The rampway across from them and to the back of the bridge rolling up and out of sight towards whatever deck was above. And the lift directly behind and to their right. There was another room behind them but from what she could tell, it was just a room with no other exit. Of course, that was merely based on the frequent back and forth trips some of the seven members of the bridge crew made. Not including the five soldiers holding them prisoner, of course.

  Beyond the viewport, dozens of starcraft went to and fro from the surface of Hinon and into deep space transit. Keeping watch were a half dozen defense ships. If only one or two would start harassing the Invicta, Asta felt she could take advantage of the situation. Her thoughts on their current predicament were pushed to the side as Berricks stopped in the center of the command platform and turned back towards them with a deep smile, his mustache bouncy in mock jovial camaraderie. She could see his reflection in the black floor as the soldiers around them took up flanking positions all around the command platform, their weapons at the ready.

  “Well, Lynch, why don’t you all come on up here for a chat?” Berricks growled in what she guessed he thought of as friendly, but held all the menace of a wild manger.

  She sighed and led them up the two steps to stop on the edge of the upper plate. Drevan reached for a gun that wasn’t there. All around the flashing blue and green lights of the consoles reflected off the shiny surfaces. The constant strobing gave her a headache. Every alarm went off in her head now and she wanted nothing more than to shoot this man dead and leave the place in the greatest of haste.

  Berricks cast a gaze to a bridge crew member at the forward console and motioned to her as he pulled the journal out of his inner duster pocket. The woman hurried out of her seat and towards him. He handed the book into her waiting grasp.

  “Ensign, take this to Timon in archives. Have it digitally stored and sent to Philadelphia. Then, tell him to incinerate the damn thing.”

  “Yes, sir,” she saluted and rushed off the bridge via the lift.

  Durante’s mouth fell open, prompting a low chuckle from Berricks. “Something you want to say, Weiss? Not part of the plan perhaps?” Before Durante could reply, Berricks turned to a crew member at the other end of the command console. “Commander Kyle, contact docking bay seven. Tell Merrimiks to initiate Protocol Clean Sweep as we discussed.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Oh shit… Asta’s heart dropped, but she maintained her composure. “Ah don’ care what ya do wit’ that damn journal, but ah want what I asked fer now! It’s time fer us ta be headin’ back! Ya ken deal wit’ whatever problems ya have on yer own time!”

  “This is my own time, Lynch. And I shouldn’t think you’d want to be heading back just yet. You’ll miss all the generous gifts I’ve prepared for you,” he said clasping his hands behind his back and turning from them. Berricks walked across the sprawling platform to the side facing the right edge of the viewport. Out beyond and far to Hinon’s horizon, Phobos was peeking out. Below, the lazily spinning red planet was still shadowed in twilight as the Invicta continued its clockwise orbit. “It really is a beautiful world, when you actually look at it. Commander Riley, assume tactical command.”

  “Yes, sir,” a young woman with blonde hair near one of the wall mounted consoles behind them replied and walked over to take a seat at the command console, her shoes clacking deeply on the floor.

  Asta noted that, unlike Berricks wearing his Grey Lance and duster, the crew of the ship (aside from the soldiers) wore blue uniforms with gold trimming. The shadow of twilight rolled past the viewscreen as the Invicta entered the terminus of day. Asta could see the rising Mons range of the Tharsis Bulge.

  Berricks nodded. “Bring up an enhancement of Aquila Mons.”

  An image to the far right of the viewscreen zoomed in to give a high definition look at the capital city. The image was so crisp and defined, Asta could’ve sworn she could see the people walking around. The slight shimmering blue of the plasma shields surrounding the city was also very noticeable.

  “Say what you will about this planet, its technology is impressive,” Berricks waved his hand forward as if to unveil the splendor of Hinon like they’d never seen it before. Of course, for Asta, she’d never actually seen it from this perspective. It truly was impressive.

  “The Red Star… Did you know that’s what the Rossumi know it as?”

  “Who?”

  Berricks looked to Asta and for the first time seemed patient as he responded to her, “Now, now, Ms. Lynch. Don’t interrupt. You’ll miss the history lesson. But, to answer your question, the Rossumi were automatons who once betrayed Earth in their ambitions to be independent. Strange how cyclical events become throughout history. A power rises. A group of people rebel in opposition. They form a new power, only to fall to another rebellion. The Anunnaki hate us for it, but I see such growing pains as the necessary contribution of our race. Humanity’s ability to self-correct its mistakes is why we have dominion over Sol. And why we will command all of the local cluster sooner rather than later. The Union is the ultimate form of that expression.

  “But I digress. It took humanity almost a millennium to build that city. That glorious pearl of Mars, or, as you lot insist, Hinon. Nearly two-hundred years to hollow out that mountain, that ancient volcano once known as Olympus Mons in another age. It was known as that before Earth’s first real death, you know. Long before its full resurrection and we were given new life and a new chance to demonstrate human ingenuity. I can’t even imagine such an endeavor. It was long before any of Hinon’s modern technological accomplishments. Long before Professor Cooper Wilson. They did it by hand. Built those four immense overlooks onto Martian surface through prehistoric rock. Rock that, mind you, is more difficult to chip through than any you’ll find on Earth. Support structures were emplaced to ensure those overlooks’ longevity. Of course, it didn’t stop the southernmost from collapsing, though.

  “It’s why I chose Gülsen’s Point, you know. Such a flat region as a result. And the only region of Aquila Mons not also supported by emergency shutters. No, only the shielding keeps it in place. A flat run from the city itself to the dusty extremities of the surface. They have no security measures to block off that sector should it fail. Such a failure in oversight, it’s a shame. All of that just so they could make massive ‘windows’ out onto the world they risked everything to colonize.

  “Two-hundred years to carve out…” Berricks stared wistfully at the image projected before them. “Nearly another two-hundred to lay just the foundations. Only in the last three centuries has the glory of Aquila Mons been a jewel in the Sol system. Nearly eight-hundred years of Martian colonial efforts… The will of a people to survive in the most inhospitable of places.”

  “Is there a point here, Berricks?” Asta asked, her ire raising at his soliloquy and sweat beading on her brows. Drevan stared at the general with a deep look of disgust.

  Berricks turned to them and smiled more broadly. “Oh, I was just wondering, how long do you think it’d take to destroy?”

  Asta’s eyes went wide, her mouth curled, and she pointed at him. “Don’ ya even entertain it, ya sumabitch!”

  The troops surrounding them brought their rifles to bear awaiting orders to open fire. Berricks just started pacing tiny little circles.

  “On the ride up, I was thinking things over. I know you lot had a plan to lure me down to the surface. Honestly, I expected you to have tried killing me while there. But you didn’t.” He lifted a finger as in a ‘eureka!’ moment. “It occurred to me then, you wanted to come back here. But, why? To disable my dreadnought? Is that why you’re here, Weiss? To waste your efforts?”

  “No!” Durante howled, panic evident in his voice. Asta noted his hands were still bound and she cursed herself for that oversight. It was looking like they’d have to move fast. But, with his hands cuffed behind his back, it would to be difficult to get him out too. “I… I told you! The journal! I just want this to end!”

  “Oh, it will end alright. Let me guess, and correct me if I’m wrong, Ms. Lynch. The good professor figured out how to miniaturize that damned gravitic core. With regards to Ms. Wilson’s guns, it’s clear railgun technology was easy as pie for him. So, a gravitic engine probably wasn’t much of a headscratcher. What is it? A shuttle? No. Too obvious. No, it must be something else. Something the journal hints at but doesn’t spell out. Maybe a hovercraft of some sort?” He glared at them as they could only stare back in stunned silence. “No, too silly. But wait, what if it’s something sillier? Like, let’s say, a waverider? A recreational vehicle from Earth driven by that core, yes? Figured out a way to use the plasmic shielding as a cloaking device did you, Weiss?”

  “What? No, I—”

  “Enough lying. I went to the same academy you did. The same one, in fact, Professor Wilson attended,” Berricks’ grin broadened seeing the shock on Durante’s face. “Didn’t know that, did you? Just assumed I was some old hillbilly who let his guns and men do the talking. Oh yes, I graduated top of my class. Specialized in theoretical physics. Particularly in engineering applications with regards to furthering colonial efforts out beyond the outer rim,” Berricks looked to Weiss who was staring at him in a deeper horror.

  “What, did you think I came to this damn planet for my health? Nope. And when that damn war broke out, I was drafted thanks to some obscure law. Drafted to be a war machine in service to Hinon’s quest for independence. Rebellions and power. It’s all cyclical.

  “Gawddamned huuks. Stupid policy, really. If you hold any sort of citizenship on Mars, you’re automatically signed up to serve. Didn’t know that at the time, no I didn’t. I was just a student fresh out of college and not even thinking about such things. It was a concession Grant had allowed to remain from old colonial times. Figured that the colony had the right to defend itself against pirates and cartels. A laudable intent when first drafted some centuries ago. However, they were a Union administrated colony. Subject to all the rights and privileges granted forthright. And given up for, what, independence? To deal with those criminal elements alone? Weak! He was weak!” Berricks resumed pacing, his face contorted by rage. “So, tell me, Lynch. Did Wilson’s brat fly that thing behind us into our bay? It’s the only logical conclusion given the facts and that only Union shuttles can enter our shielding network. Which means the damn thing is invisible to sensors as well as eyesight. Or, is it? She would’ve had a good twenty, thirty seconds to make good on our dropped shields, yes?”

  Asta straightened her back and fixed him with her own steely gaze. “Got no idea whatchou talkin’ ‘bout, ya blatherin’ fuck.”

  Maybe Aidele and Garret were on their way. Maybe if she stalled for time, they still had a chance of pulling this off. A whole lot of maybes. More disheartening, Berricks laughed as he turned back towards the command console.

  “I’ll give you this, Lynch, you’re loyal. Wouldn’t expect that out of a mercenary for hire. But very honorable. Don’t guess your man would say something, would he?”

  “Fuck you,” Drevan spat.

  Berricks nodded. “You know, I heard something once. Heard that it only took four shots of a dreadnought’s cannons to bring down a city’s Plasmic Shielding Network. What do you say? Give it a shot? Pun intended, of course.”

  Asta lifted her hands to her face, her heart racing furiously. “Berricks, please! We brought ya what ya asked fer! End this now!”

  “You’re right. It’s the only humane thing to do. Commander Kyle, are the targeting coordinates still set?”

  Commander Kyle didn’t look at him, only sat in silence for a moment. Then, “…Yes, sir.”

  “Fire cannon one.”

  “No! Stop this now!” Asta screamed.

  “Fire now, commander.”

  “…Yes, sir.”

  The ship shuddered as a blast fired out. They saw energy zooming like a stream of light onscreen and it hit the shielding surrounding the city a split second later. A reddish purple rippled out from where it struck.

  Asta screamed.

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ENERGY PULSATED ACROSS the shielding as Consular Adrianne Starmaker (he who Durante called internally, ‘Consular Dark Elf’) stood staring in disbelief. The sound had been deafening and unlike anything he’d ever heard before. Like a symphony playing a discordant melody mingled with the cacophonous wreckage of sheering metal.

  People screamed, panicked, ran in every direction, but not knowing where was safe to retreat. If the shields failed, there would be nowhere left to go. They had never been able to build redundant backups systems into the shielding networks. It was never determined by the senate to be necessary or viable. If the shields collapsed, there would be nothing to look forward to save the cold death of a Martian atmosphere. Maybe those in the buildings would survive for a time. Ten or fifteen minutes at most, but depressurization would bring them all down assuredly. They had to get the citizenry to the subterranean vaults. There, atmospheric pressure would be maintained. Here, the towering skyscrapers would be blown apart.

  “What the hell was that!?” Consular Tyson Mercer (aka, ‘Consular Ogre’) came rushing up and stared at the still rippling shielding and hearing the blast’s rapturous echoes reverberating across the city.

  “That… was dreadnought fire. Aidele Wilson was right. The Union has come to wipe us out!”

  “Impossible. The treaties are—”

  “Fuck the treaties! Sound the evacuation! Sound it now! Forget the vote! Council discretion on article seven! We must hurry!”

  Consular Mercer looked stunned, out of words, but nodded as they hurried to the Consul Praetorium, the only structure in the city safe enough to withstand the Martian atmospheric pressure. At least for a time. A general evacuation to the Praetorium would allow an evacuation down into the vaults via the lower levels deep within the surface. There was a small window of opportunity. Small. But, if they were fast enough, maybe they could save a few thousand. A few thousand… Spirits be damned! There’s two-hundred and fifty-three million souls within our borders! Oh, by the Spirits!

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“GAWDDAMN YOU, BERRICKS!” Asta raged. “Gawddamn you and the whore who birthed you!”

  “Where are they? How do we bring down their shields? The bay is locked down, Lynch. They’re not coming to help you.” Berricks spoke calmly, taking his time to enunciate every word. “You want to save your kids? Tell me what I want to know.”

  “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” Her screams had become wails and Sam Berricks was enjoying every moment of them.

  “Fine. Fire cannon two.”

  Commander Kyle’s shoulders dropped and he hesitated. But then, “Aye… sir.”

  The ship reverberated and Asta fell to her knees. The bridge was deafened by her cries. Durante scowled and spat out at Berricks.

  “You fucker! Why would you kill innocents!? Why would you even put on this farce!? Stop this madness now!”

  “Weiss,” Berricks crossed his arms. “You’re an idiot. That Martian blood in you has clouded your judgement. Fire cannon three.”

  Commander Kyle spun around, “Sir, maybe we should—”

  Berricks cast his sight on him. “You disobeying orders, commander?”

  The commander looked at him, wilted under his narrowed gaze, spun back around, and initiated the third cannon. The ship shuddered again and Asta pounded her fists on the floor seeing the rippling fissures of Aquila Mons’ shields.

  “The corner o’the bay! Jus’ as ya said! She brought the waverider in behind us! The core’s innit! Please! Mah children!” The tears fell off her face as she moved forward on her knees. Drevan lifted a hand.

  “Asta, he’s going to do it anyway. The Union is making good on their promise.” Drevan stared daggers at the general prompting a chuckle from the old man.

  “Excellent. See, that wasn’t so hard,” Berricks chided. “I know where they are. I just wanted to prove to you how much of a mercenary you really are. This whole heroic nonsense doesn’t suit you. Just go home. Let the Union regain its rightful rule.”

  Asta howled and was about to lunge forward but Drevan held her back. Durante fell to his knees and stared with wide eyes.

  “No… it’s not possible…” Durante muttered. “It’s… it’s your doing. You’re the one who wants to seize Hinon not… the president… He wouldn’t order this!”

  Berricks took on a genuinely shocked expression. “Seriously, Weiss? You really think I’d act against Lee? Who the hell do you think’s been tryin’ to save this worthless ball of mud? I spent the last year tryin’ to find another way! But those fuckin’ huuks are impossible! Time’s up, son. They had their chances. And so did you! Now, the fleets’re on their way and the only way forward is to end the war before it’s even begun!”

  Spittle flew from Berricks’ mouth as he pointed towards the view of Aquila Mons. Durante was speechless as he saw the shielding still rippling under the last blast.

  No!

  Commander Riley turned, “Sir, we’re not really going to level Aquila Mons, are we?”

  Berricks turned on her. “I aim to carry out my orders. Question me again, and that’ll be the last thing you do! Commander Kyle, open up all the cannons on the portside! Bring that city down!”

  “But, sir!” he turned as Berricks stomped towards him.

  “I ain’ going to tell you again, commander! Insubordination will not be tolerated! If I have to operate those cannons myself, I will! That city falls!” Berricks rested his hand on the butt of his revolver at his hip.

  “Ah’m gonna rip you apart!” Asta scowled, her fists clenched so tight her brown hands were turning white.

  Commander Kyle looked to Riley. Tears were flowing from her eyes. They both had their own families on Earth as well. And the cost of disobedience was their lives too. They turned in their seats and initiated the remaining portside cannons. Asta howled in rage and rushed Berricks. He moved with blinding speed and grabbed her with his synthetic arm, picking her up by the throat, and thrusting her into the floor so hard the surface splintered into an Asta sized cavity. He picked her back up, blood flying from her mouth, and tossed her into Drevan who was now charging as well. Both went flying backwards down the command platform and across the floor. Durante watched this transpire in horror as he struggled with the bindings on his wrists behind his back.

  Asta tried to sit up, but ended up gasping to catch her breath. Drevan pulled her to him. He hugged her and rubbed her back. He looked to Berricks.

  “Fer what ya’ve done here, ah’m gonna kill ya’n ah’m gonna take mah time doin’ it.”

  Berricks chuckled. “They all say that. Take these three to our ‘special guests’ quarters.”

  The soldiers approached them and one grabbed Asta roughly. Drevan tried to fight him and took a rifle butt to his back for his efforts. Berricks walked casually back to the other side of the command platform where he stopped and stared at the screen, his fists braced on his hips. On the screen, Aquila Mons’ shields had collapsed and buildings were being reduced to rubble.

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SOLDIERS RUSHED INTO docking bay seven. The order had been given at last to salvage the waverider and take the intruders prisoner. They’d been keeping watch ever since the general had ordered them to the control room. They’d seen no movement but had faith General Berricks knew what he was talking about.

  “Initiate gravitation pulse,” Lieutenant Commander Greyson commanded into his headset.

  The pulse was initiated and a moment later they were rewarded with a visible bubbling shield of plasma. They still couldn’t see the interior. So, Greyson ordered an ionic pulse next. The bay was inundated by a pulsing force that they could feel to their very bones like a thrumming vibration being sonically generated and then the shielding collapsed. The soldiers all lowered the weapons finding the waverider right where the general had said it would be, but discovering it was empty of any intruder. Greyson approached it and couldn’t figure out how to activate the device. He turned to look at the control tower at the end of the bay where it rose to the ceiling and raised a hand to his helmet to activate a receiver.

  “Inform General Berricks that we’ve recovered the waverider. However, there is nobody onboard the device. Recommend a lockdown of this deck and a corridor by corridor search for the intruder or intruders. They couldn’t have gone far.”

  A click of acknowledgement came back.

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~Timothy S Purvis

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