Fourth Vector Ch 04

Chapter 4: The Warring Sisters

Author's Note: Welcome back! I hope you enjoy this new chapter of Fourth Vector. Just as a reminder, I'm not an expert on naval terminology. While I do try to offer a level of realism to fit the story, I do take plenty of liberties on describing the ships and roles. Remember, this is a work of fiction. Don't expect full accuracy and you won't be disappointed.

*****

"So do you want to tell me again how you

somehow

talked them into having an orgy with the granddaughters of the council?" asked Luke with a sarcastic tone.

It was almost all Jack could do not to double over with laughter. While the events had proceeded a little differently than Luke's retelling, the man had an incredible ability to reduce any story to the finer points.

"Not exactly. They wanted us to partake in their Moon Festival. It's how their people get pregnant. Lishkerran men and women can't breed together so they need humans. Being that Greg and I were the only humans there, well . . ." Jack intentionally left the ending open-ended.

"How do you always end up getting the lucky assignments," said Luke with a heavy shake of his head. He crossed to the other side of Jack's headquarters on the

Destiny

and looked out the port window. Immediately within his sight was the main city of Lishkerra, dominated by its massive palace in the center of the city.

The docks of the harbor were situated just outside the main wall of the city where all three vessels of Task Force 21 remained anchored, taking in crucial supplies from their new friends in the Vector.

Friends. Although Jack would've loved for that word to be allies to coincide with their mission, the elder council had made it clear that being a friend of Lishkerra was the highest honor they could bestow. It did afford a lot of privileges similar to an alliance, and that was the reason they were able to dock here to resupply before heading further into the Vector.

Luke turned away from the window and looked at Jack expectedly. It was then that he remembered he'd never responded to Luke's last question.

"You mean how were we lucky enough to get captured?" Jack asked with a grin. "We're just lucky we didn't end up getting speared."

"From the sounds of it, you're the one who did the spearing," said Luke with a heavy laugh. He made a lewd gesture with his hands which was enough to earn a laugh from his commander.

Jack got up from his desk and patted his friend on the back. "Some days, I don't know how Kim puts up with you."

"She likes a good laugh, just like you. Face it—I'm too fun to be around," answered Luke while raising his chin. The Kim that Jack referred to was of course their head of operations division on the

Valiant

, Kim Cross. It wasn't well broadcasted among the crew, but Jack knew they'd been sleeping together for some time.

"Anyway, I'm sure you'll see your share of action soon. How's the arm feeling by the way?" asked Jack while pointing to the man's arm which was still secured in a sling.

"Ready for it to be fully healed," growled Luke as he cast a glare down to his sling. "I could have killed that traitor sailor who shot me during the

Tiger

takeover."

"If he hadn't tried to kill you first," said Jack with a chuckle.

"It's just too bad someone managed to kill him before I did. Anyway, it's just the little things that bug me with it now," said Luke while tapping the sling gently. "I need help getting dressed. Wiping is problematic as a righty too."

"Too much information. Didn't need to know that," said Jack while shaking his head and holding up his hands.

Luke laughed. "Hey, you need to know the struggle. But in all honesty, I just want to be able to have full mobility. I hate having the crew see me like this. It's almost like . . . like . . ."

"What?"

Luke grimaced. "I feel like less of a man wearing it."

Jack patted his friend's back once more. "You're not the only man who's ever had to wear a sling, Luke. It's just temporary. We have plenty more ahead of us now and trust me, you'll see your share of action."

Luke began to nod a moment later. "I'd better. And the next time we land ourselves in an orgy, I want first dibs."

Jack started to laugh. "You're lucky Kim isn't here or else she might smack you."

"I take enough grief from her as is," said Luke with a roll of the eyes. "But enough about me. I kind of figured this wouldn't be a social call. What did you want to see me about?"

Jack shrugged and then sat down at his desk. "Honestly, I'm thinking of calling a meeting with all the commanders."

Luke looked toward the door and then back to Jack. "So where are the rest of them?"

"Well, that's the thing. I'm thinking of inviting the elder council to the meeting as well. I wanted to plot our next course, and I'm thinking we could use their knowledge of the local area with where to go next."

Luke grimaced. "Is that entirely wise? They aren't exactly our allies. Just our 'friends.' Whatever that means."

Jack stood up and approached the port window as well. The way the sun gleamed off the palace walls produced quite a sensational glare. "I know. I struggled with it myself but the long and short of it is that we are foreigners here. We've been sailing blind, and I don't want to if I don't have to. The Lishkerrans must know about their neighbors here. They'll be able to guide us on our next best stop."

"Or send us directly into shithole or a war if we're unlucky," grunted Luke.

Jack found himself chuckling. "We've been pretty lucky so far and I don't think they would betray us like that. Not after the festival and what we've done for them."

"What we've done for them," repeated Luke with a heavy chuckle. "Screwing them senseless?"

Jack continued to laugh. "You know what I mean. For once, let's have some foreknowledge of where we're going. Landing here in Lishkerra has worked out well for us but it very easily could've gone badly."

"No, you're right. That's fine by me. I can't really speak for Vicky, but I'd imagine she wouldn't have a problem with it either. However, I have no idea what Abigail might say about it."

"I think she'll be all right but you never know. That woman never ceases to surprise me," said Jack with a shudder.

"It's got to be nice spending most of your days by her side. The body on that woman," said Luke with a low whistle. "Have you . . . you know?"

"Come on, you know better than to ask me that," said Jack with a rueful smile.

"I know that look! You did, didn't you?" asked Luke with the biggest grin.

"Luke!" warned Jack while trying to act serious but still failing to contain his smile.

"How was she? Was it good? Can it be my turn next?" pestered the commander of the

Valiant

.

"Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"Get the hell out of my quarters," said Jack with a joking laugh.

"I always miss all the action," said Luke with fake pity. "Just promise me you'll tell me one day?"

"Not on your life," answered Jack.

Luke threw his arms up playfully. "You think you know a guy . . ." The lieutenant commander was still shaking his head as he left Jack's headquarters to go back to his ship.

Jack continued to chuckle as the latch was shut to his quarters. Returning to his desk, he grabbed a report from the engine room that had landed on his desk from Twitch thirty minutes earlier and briefly scanned it. Finding everything satisfactory, he set it down with relief. There were few things on the ship that could make him sweat like problems coming from the engine room. If anything was wrong with the reactors, they could be in serious trouble.

It was funny to him how much they relied on the relatively new technology. He remembered when the Polonium reactors were installed on the first ships and how skeptical everyone had been of their value. Prior to that, the only reliable fuel source was coal and that was far from satisfactory. It was dirty, it took up too much space on the ships, and it required more frequent port stops. Ever since Javan scientists had created a way to use the abundant resource of Polonium as a source of fuel, it eliminated all three of those problems.

To start, it burned much cleaner and whereas all the old warships used to be easily identifiable by their distinctive, dark exhaust clouds coming from their smokestacks, Polonium burned much more clear. Now it was possible to move without a visible cloud indicating your position to anyone that could look at the horizon.

Secondly, Polonium released an incredible amount of energy relative to its size. A sample size of two tons of Polonium could keep them at sea for months. Once fed into the reactor, it provided enough energy to easily feed the boilers and turn the propellers. And it took up far less space than coal. Overall, Jack was relieved to see the two reactors on the

Destiny

were operating at full capacity.

There was a knock on his door that captured Jack's attention from the report in front of him. After giving his greeting, lustrous, dark hair appeared just beyond the door.

"Just me. Can I come in?" asked Abigail as her head popped through the frame.

"For you, that answer is always yes," said Jack with a playful grin.

"Charmer," said Abigail as she came forward to sit on the portion of his desk directly in front of him. "I saw Luke on the way down here. Any idea why he was looking so amused?"

Jack pursed his lips as he remembered the last bit of that conversation but managed to shake his head. "Just Luke being Luke, I'm assuming."

"Boys will be boys," said Abigail with an eye roll. "Anyway what did you need?"

Jack hazarded a glance down to her body as she sat exposed right in front of him. "That's a loaded question," he answered with a chuckle.

She snapped shut her legs and then raised an eyebrow. "Behave yourself or I'll tell Anna what you've been up to."

Jack opened his mouth to argue but found himself closing it just as quickly. While Abigail knew all about his extracurricular activities with her sister, Anna couldn't exactly say the same. Jack preferred to keep it that way, seeing as how the younger sister seemed to be a bit more possessive than her sibling.

"I need to call a meeting with all the commanders," started Jack with a serious look.

Abigail frowned. "That's it? You could have passed a message through Lt. Buckner for that."

"Not exactly. I want to invite the Lishkerran council as well."

Abigail began to nod. "Ah, I see now. That complicates things a bit."

"Do you have any objections to them being on the ship?"

Abigail raised her hand and began to tick off her fingers. "Well for starters, they didn't agree to the alliance. We barely know them, and lastly we aren't supposed to have non-Javans on the ship. You know the Admiralty's rules so why are you breaking them?"

"I think they can really help us with plotting our next course," said Jack, launching into the same discussion he had with Luke. He explained his thoughts to her and went over the few advantages that having their help could bring.

"Well, you sold me on it, but it's your ass if word gets back to the Admiralty. Then I guess we'll see just how much Admiral Bancroft likes you," said Abigail with a demure smile.

"Let me handle Bancroft. I'm sure I can make him see the reason behind my actions," answered Jack.

"Oh, I'll let you have him fully," said Abigail with a giggle. "So tell me, did you need anything else besides my permission to have foreigners on my ship?"

Jack let slip a little smirk. "You're awfully cute when you get mouthy, do you know that?"

She leaned forward and placed her mouth close to his ear. "You don't know the half of it, Commander," she whispered, sending a shiver down his spine. She then pulled back and looked at him again. "Don't worry, I'll send a sailor to the council and have them invited. When do you want to hold this meeting?"

"Tomorrow morning. Work for you?"

She lowered her head and batted her eyelashes. "I'll see if I can fit you into my busy schedule."

Jack chuckled again. "Okay, trouble, now get out of here."

"You know, you're pretty cute yourself when you take charge like that," she said with a giggle and a wink. She sashayed over to the door and left in a quick hurry. Jack took a deep breath and relaxed as soon as she was gone. She always left him on edge. Even the lingering scent of her perfume he found completely intoxicating.

Now that she was gone, Jack turned his attention back to his desk. Quickly drafting an order to assemble at nine o'clock in the morning, he had Twitch radio out the instructions to all the commanders, as well as the division head officers of all three ships. Satisfied with the results, he picked up the next report that had landed on his desk, which concerned maintenance on the

Tiger

, and got back to work.

*****

The next morning at fifteen minutes before nine, Jack stood just inside his headquarters and awaited his officers for their appointed meeting. Thankfully, Abigail had returned with promising news from the council, and the head councilor of Lishkerra herself, Numa, would be attending as well as Vigo, the councilor who had initially captured Jack and Greg last week. He was thankful to have the two councilors he trusted the most in this meeting for it was of utmost importance where they sailed to next.

Turning to look at the wall behind him, he stared at the map of the Fourth Vector that he had secured from the Lishkerrans. Of course, this version of the map was replicated by his own team and was large enough to cover half the wall. From Jack's standpoint, there was only one real direction to head from Lishkerra and that was due north.

However, by heading north, there were three options of where to go. Three different islands of which he knew nothing about and for that he wanted the Lishkerrans' advice.

"There you are, handsome. It's been too long since I had an invitation to your headquarters," came a voice from behind him.

Jack turned to see the smiling face of Vicky Carter, commander of the

Tiger

. "I figured it was time I stopped dragging my feet and get it over with," said Jack with a subtle wink. Vicky giggled and embraced him in a warm hug. Behind her, the officers of the

Tiger

filtered in. Lt. Brian Xavier, head of operations division, filed in next. Behind him strolled Lt. Beth Pollock of engineering division and Lt. Lance Harris of weapons division.

"Brian, Beth, and Lance, good to see you all again," greeted Jack watching the three officers salute and then relax their postures.

"Is that you, Jack? We never see you anymore so we forgot what you look like," cracked Lance, earning a round of quiet chuckles from the rest of the group.

"Like you haven't seen enough of me lately," said Jack with a laugh. "I spend more time on the

Tiger

than I do on the

Destiny

."

"I don't know how you do it," said Beth, looking around the quarters. "If my room looked like this, I wouldn't be so eager to come over to the cramped

Tiger

!"

Brian scoffed. "Bah. All this luxury makes an officer soft. Better watch out for that, Jack." Brian elbowed him in the ribs.

Before Jack could offer a retort, the group from the

Valiant

appeared at the entrance to his quarters.

"Luke, you're late," quipped Vicky playfully as the officers began to greet each other.

"What are you talking about?" asked Luke in a confused manner. "I'm early!"

"Lovable Luke, I'm just teasing you," said Vicky with a giggle as they embraced in a hug.

"I don't know how you put up with this one, Jack," said Luke with a playful eye roll.

"That's easy! It's because I'm not hard on the eyes, right Jack?"

"Yep, we're going to go with that," said Jack with a laugh. "Now Luke, get in here so I can see the rest of the crew."

Luke left the doorframe and entered the quarters which allowed the rest of the officers of the

Valiant

to enter the room. First was Kim Cross, following in Luke's shadow. She gave Jack a warm hug while the rest of the officers entered. Next was Cory Renner, who offered a very crisp salute to Jack, one that he returned with equal amounts of pride.

"Good morning, sir," chirped Cory brightly.

"Morning, Cory. And please, will you call me Jack when it's just us officers? You don't have to be so formal in here," said Jack with a grin.

"Sorry, sir. I mean, Jack," stammered Cory who quickly went red in the face.

"Where's Norman? Did he come over too?" asked Jack.

"I'm right here, Jack. Sorry, you just didn't see me because Cory was too busy trying to perfect his salute," said Bill Norman while walking into the room. The laughs from the rest of the officers were enough to keep Cory permanently red-faced.

The next group to arrive were the division officers of the

Destiny

. Anna led the group, greeting her fellow officers with warm hellos and hugs. Her gaze temporarily fixed on Jack, offering him a smoldering look that Jack recognized instantly as meaning she was horny. She took a seat not far from him and continued to try to catch his attention.

Lt. Kyle Abrams of weapons division filed in next, sitting next to Bill Norman, having quickly bonded over their shared responsibilities for the two ships.

Next to last in was the short-haired pixie, Stephanie, who came right up to Jack before taking her seat. "Incoming. The council is right behind me. Nice to see you, Jack," she said with a grin.

"Thanks, Steph," whispered Jack before approaching the door.

Sure enough, soon at the entrance were three people. Abigail was easily the tallest, being flanked on either side by the diminutive rulers of Lishkerran council, Numa and Vigo.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Jack," said Numa with a beaming smile.

"It's great to see you both too. And thank you for coming aboard the ship with such short notice. We really appreciate your presence," said Jack.

Vigo shook his hand and then gently elbowed his side. "Good to see you, Jack. My granddaughter won't stop talking about you, you know? Kassia keeps rattling on about how she's going to give birth to blonde-haired Lishkerrans because of you." Vigo then laughed heartily. "Could you imagine such a sight? A blonde Lishkerran?" The elder shook his head at such an imagined absurdity.

It was Jack's turn to go red in the face, having well remembered his time with the feisty Lishkerran. "I'm sure that would be something to see," he said reservedly, somewhat unsure of what else to say to the elder about having sex with his granddaughter.

Numa looked at the assembled officers and then frowned. "I thought your soldier friend, Greg, would be here. Is he unwell?"

"Nope, just late as usual," came a voice from behind them as Greg appeared at the door out of breath. "Sorry, Jack, I got tied up mediating a fight with the boys."

Jack chuckled. "No harm, Greg. I imagine the marines are a little stir-crazy from all this time on the ship."

"You don't know the half of it," said Greg with an eye roll. "Are we ready to start?"

Jack nodded. "Looks like it. Numa and Vigo, will you take the seats of honor in front?"

"Thank you, Jack," said Numa as they moved to take their seats right in front of the map. Jack approached the front of the room and gestured to the wall in front of them.

"Thank you all for coming today, especially our honored guests and friends," said Jack while pointing to the Lishkerrans. "As you know, our mission is going to continue to take us further into the Vector. As of now, we've been largely sailing blind only knowing the general direction of the Vector and hoping for the best. But thanks to our new friends, we now have a map of the local area of the Vector, and we have a decision between three places to go."

Jack then used a pencil to point to the map while the rest of the room focused on it. They had three general options on where to go, all of them north. If they went northwest, they would go to a smaller, triangular-shaped island. If they went due north, they would go to a much larger circular island. If they went northeast, they would go to a much smaller circular island around the same size as Lishkerra.