Fourth Vector Ch 11

Chapter 11: An Andalucian Welcome

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On the bridge of the light cruiser

Valiant

, Lt. Commander Luke Ravencross looked out to the horizon, quickly monitoring the area where the sea met the sky. It was still early that morning, and their easterly course made it difficult at times to scan without getting a heavy dose of the sun. Still, it was imperative that they kept a close watch for two reasons.

One, there was still an Occitanian task force out there somewhere and every day closer to the naval base of Quiller's Cove their chances of running into it increased. If the

Valiant

hazarded into a conflict with that force unprepared, it would almost certainly be a suicide run, especially against two battleships. The only thing Luke had going for him was surprise and speed, and he hoped to make it back to base undetected.

And he was also hoping to get back into Quiller's Cove today. That was the second reason he scanned the early morning horizon. He knew the island would be getting close at this point, and he was looking forward to joining forces with the mix of Javan forces that had assembled at the base. They'd be more effective with increased numbers, and Luke wouldn't have to constantly worry about stumbling into any action he couldn't fight his way out of.

"See anything yet?" came a feminine voice just behind him.

"Not yet," said Luke before turning to face his head of operations division, Kim Cross. Kim was not only his dedicated subordinate officer, she was also his second-in-command and more secretly yet, his lover. Quiet, beautiful, and capable, she was another reason why he wanted to keep the ship safe.

"I wonder how many ships they've brought into the base?" she asked while standing up to join his side. "You think the Admiralty might have sent a battleship or two to help us?"

Luke pursed his lips and then shook his head. "Not from what I've heard. We should have enough cruisers there but the last report I read said the majority of the battleships are still bottled up in Aberdeen. Apparently, they've had no luck in escaping the Occitanian blockade."

Kim remained silent and nodded her head. It was early enough that it was just the two of them on the bridge, and for that reason, she slipped her arm around his back and pulled close to him. Noticing that something wasn't right when he flinched, she looked back up to him. "You're so tense. What's wrong?"

Luke took a deep breath. "I don't know. I'm just a little anxious, I guess."

"Anxious? Why?"

He shrugged. "Having to constantly be on the lookout for the past two weeks since we left Jack. Not knowing what's just beyond the horizon. Feeling like we've been called away from our real mission. Unable to figure out what our task will be once we get here. Take your pick, there's quite a few options."

"It won't be so bad once we get to Quiller's Cove," said Kim. "Then we can at least figure out what our role will be to take on the Occie task force."

"But how though? How are we going to take on battleships?" asked Luke as he pivoted to her.

"I don't know, Luke," she said quietly. "But I'm sure there's a plan somehow."

He didn't respond to that, turning his body back toward the window.

Was there a plan?

Surely there had to be a reason to bring them all these miles back to their base? Was it for all of them to die gloriously while trying to repel an attack against their westernmost naval outpost in a vain attempt to stand up to better firepower? Their orders felt hopeless at the time which was another reason why he wanted to get back. He wanted to speak with Commodore Lucas and find out what the plan was. Only then could he feel better about the current mission.

Luke returned to his command station and they sailed along quietly for the next few hours as the sun rose above them. It was shortly before noon when the lookouts reported a sighting of land and just over a half hour later when the

Valiant

approached the long jetty that signaled the entrance to the harbor.

Quiller's Cove was a lot different from the base he left several months ago. For one, many more warships filled its harbor and Luke was able to count five other cruisers—three heavys and two other lights—in the port and ready for action.

"Oh my, is that the

Stardust

?" asked Kim, pointing to a sleek heavy cruiser near the closest quay. The

Stardust

was part of a class of heavy cruisers that came out just before the

Destiny

. She wasn't as strong, but she was a great fighter with a tremendous amount of firepower.

"Yes, it is," said Luke while admiring the shiny, gray hull and impressive guns. "And that's the

Horton

! We may not be in too bad of shape then. Those are some newer cruisers and their firepower is close to that of a battleship. Maybe we can tangle with the Occitanians just yet!"

"Look over there, Luke! Destroyers and lots of them!" said Kim, pointing to a further quay. Several rows of destroyers were tied up against each other, at least five of them to a row, they small frames promising much in the way of maneuvering.

"This should give us a fighting chance," said Luke. "At least we won't have to take them on alone."

About a half hour later after the

Valiant

was tied up at the dock, both Luke and Kim descended off the light cruiser and made their way into town. Leaving Anna and Bill in charge of the ship as a precaution, Luke wanted a second pair of eyes and ears with him to digest any new information from their meeting with the commodore.

It was also the first time that Anna would be left in nominal command of the ship, only being with them for the last two weeks. It was a situation that confused him to no end, and he knew Jack was involved with that transfer somehow, even if neither of them would come out and say why. Not that Anna wasn't a competent officer, but he had grown rather attached to Cory being at the helm and sailing with an unknown entity only added to his anxiety. Yet, Anna had proven herself capable and friendly and the further they got from the Vector, the more his trust in her grew.

"It seems like they were able to repair a lot of the damage from the last time we were here," said Kim, pointing out several of the buildings.

Luke nodded, remembering that day when the harbor was shelled right before they got their mission to go into the Vector. "Let's hope we don't have to see a recurrence of that episode."

"It feels so long ago," she said as they came up to the building that marked the administrative headquarters for the base. "Why is it that we've only been in the Vector for a few months but it's felt like a few years?"

Luke looked over to her and smiled. "Possibly because every single day brought us the chance of something new happening or potential death?"

Kim started to laugh. "Only you would find something as terrible as that something to smile about."

"I think it says more about you than it does me," said Luke. "You're the one who shares my bed at night," he added in a near whisper.

"If you want that to continue, hopefully you won't be so blasé about it in the future," she said with a stern look as they entered the third-floor quarters of the commodore.

The first person they saw was a sour-faced lieutenant sitting at a desk near the door. Luke remembered the man and his first encounter with him the last time they were at Quiller's Cove.

"Lt. Commander Ravencross of the

Valiant

here to see Commodore Lucas," said Luke in a clear voice and with a crisp salute.

The lieutenant looked him up and down before answering. It already reminded Luke why he disliked the man in the first place. "Wait here. I'll see if he's available."

"Not exactly the friendliest type, is he?" asked Kim in a near whisper.

"You don't know the half of it," whispered back Luke as the lieutenant returned with the commodore.

Commodore Stanhope Lucas was an older man with silver hair and a haggard face. While not much to look at even in times of peace, Luke could tell he'd aged from the last time he saw him. Clearly, the danger surrounding the base had quite the effect on him and the man barely managed a smile when he saw Luke.

"Luke, how's it been? You're back sooner than expected," said Lucas while returning the salute.

"We made better time sailing with the current than against it," said Luke with a slight grin. "Good to see you, sir. This is my operations division head, Lt. Kim Cross."

"Well met and welcome, Kim," said Lucas. "Please come into my office. Settler, make sure we're not disturbed, all right?"

The sour-faced Lt. Settler nodded and resumed his work without any further words. Lucas led them into his office and gestured for them to sit in front of his desk.

"First things first, how was the journey? Did you see anything? Anything noteworthy?" the commodore asked.

"Not in the slightest, sir," said Luke. "It's been quiet since we left the Vector. No sightings of Occitanians anywhere."

"Well, that's somewhat of a relief to hear," said Lucas while letting out a relaxed breath. "How's Jack? I've seen the dispatches that he's sent. It's unreal what you've accomplished since you've been out there."

Luke started to smile. "It definitely is, sir. Jack is well, or at least he was the last time we saw him. We'd just recovered the treasury in the land of Sorella and ended their civil war. We can count them as our first true alliance there now, and Jack was on his way to another country called Picardy to secure another alliance."

"So the plan is bearing fruit after all," said Lucas with a disbelieving grin. "I can hardly believe it. I thought the plan to send you all into the Vector was like a death sentence."

Luke grinned. "As did many of us."

"I know Bancroft is pleased, as upset as that makes me," said the commodore. "But otherwise, I'm proud of all of you and your accomplishments so far. You've made Java proud and I'm sure once this business is over with here, we can let you get back to your mission with Jack."

Luke started to nod. "About that, sir. Can you tell us a bit more about why we're back? I understand there's an Occitanian task force in the area and we do know they have two battleships with them. Yet, we are only one light cruiser. What was the point in bringing us back?"

"Well, I suppose it's time we get into it then," said Lucas as he got up from his desk and approached the map on the wall to their right. It was a small one, only showing Quiller's Cove in the middle and the immediate area around it going out about fifty miles in every direction. Of course, this deep in the ocean, that meant there was nothing else on the map besides the base.

"As you know, almost three weeks ago, one of our picket submarines picked up the bearing and speed of an Occitanian task force in this position here," said Lucas, indicating a spot on the map just to the northeast of Quiller's Cove. "At the time, we weren't exactly sure where they were going. Most educated guesses were that they were heading here to this base, but we aren't entirely sure they don't know about Jack's mission. They just as easily could have been sent to intercept him."

"So if they were right there three weeks ago, where are they now?" asked Kim.

Lucas pursed his lips. "Frankly, we don't know. It's almost like they've disappeared."

"Disappeared, sir? How is that possible?"

"There's a lot of ocean out there, Luke. And only so few of us. We had the picket submarines out patrolling the approaches to the island only for so long before we pulled them back. The thought was that if that force was hostile to Quiller's Cove, we could get ourselves arrayed in defensive positions long enough to resist or wait for reinforcements."

"What happened then, sir?"

"Nothing, frankly," said Lucas with a sigh. "We lost contact with them right around here," he said while pointing to an area just above the base almost forty miles out. "There's not been a single sighting since then with the small amount of forces we have out patrolling but we've been concentrated on bringing in more ships. We've received reinforcements from the mainland and I'm sure you could see those heavier ships down in the harbor."

"The

Horton

and the

Stardust

," said Luke.

"Correct you are, however, the situation has changed. We now have more cruisers than they do and we don't lag behind their total firepower too much. It's enough to risk a chance of engagement," said Lucas.

"So what would you like us to do?" asked Kim.

"I'm assigning you to the task force that protects the base," said Lucas. "From here onward, you'll be part of Task Force 49, under the command of Rear Admiral Reynolds, who is aboard the

Stardust

. You will be put to sea eventually in search of the Occitanian task force. Should you come across it, you are to engage and remove the threat."

Luke started to nod. "When do we get started? Do we get any rest for the long way we've just come?"

"No rest any time soon, Luke. This is war. We need you to get started with them right away," said the commodore while taking his seat. "You were the last ship we've been waiting for, and now that the task force is up to strength, we'll send you out on your first sortie tomorrow. Take the remainder of the day to rest up and restore your supplies."

"Sir, I hate to even ask this but what if the Occitanians are gone?" asked Luke. "What if they went into the Vector to find Jack?"

"Then you might not see much action," said Lucas. "But we don't know that for sure. They could still be out there and waiting to pounce on the base. My hope is that we can locate them with our own force and put them out of commission. I'd love to see all of them at the bottom of the ocean, but I'd also take enough of their force being damaged that they have to return to Occitania."

Luke took a deep breath. Now that the chance was here to finally go after the Occitanians, he was actually somewhat glad. Especially knowing they had a lot more firepower at their disposal. He didn't tell the commodore about the extra ordnance he'd picked up in Sorella, the twenty canisters of Sorellan fire that was sure to be a difference maker in any engagement, but he was strangely at peace with the decision to seek battle.

"We understand clearly, sir. We'll start preparing now for our first sortie tomorrow."

"Good man, Luke, good man," said Lucas. "If you should need anything, please let myself or Rear Admiral Reynolds know. He is now the highest-ranking officer on the island, and he'll be instrumental in taking the fight to the Occitanians."

Luke started to stand, offering a salute to the commodore. "We'll get started at once. We'll do everything in our power to bring those Occitanians to heel."

"I know you will. Thank you both for coming and happy hunting!"

After one final nod from Lucas, both Luke and Kim left his office and started to walk to the staircase in the middle of the building. Predictably, Lt. Settler didn't acknowledge their leaving, not that Luke really cared. What he was more concerned about was the apprehensive-looking expression on Kim's face as they left the building.

"What's on your mind?" he asked as soon as they were back out on the street. "I can tell something's bothering you."

Kim put on a brave face and turned in his direction. "Nothing. I'm just surprised we're going out searching for the enemy instead of taking a defensive posture."

"We might as well while we have the numbers. Besides, while we do have some firepower here, it's a lot more than what Jack has at his disposal. If they go after him, the least we can do is bloody their noses a little to prevent that from happening."

"Do you think that's the case? What if they are already gone from the local waters? The last spotting was three weeks ago, Luke."

Luke shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know what they're thinking but I do want us to see some action. If that means going out on patrol, then so be it."

"We have a large area to search. We won't be able to split up well so it's a lot of ground to cover with one task force," said Kim.

"You know, it almost sounds like you

don't

want to do this mission," said Luke while raising an eyebrow.

"It's not that," said Kim before turning away from him. "It's just that our chance of finding them seems so little. Engaging them is another story as well."

"One day at a time," said Luke as they neared the harbor once again to reboard the

Valiant

. "There's not much else we can do about it now. Let's just focus on this mission so we can get through it. The sooner that we're done, the sooner we can get back to our real mission. Jack needs us right now. God knows what he may be up to without us!"

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On the other side of the world, Jack Easterbrook gazed out at the exotic desert city in front of him. A place unlike any he'd seen before, the Andalucian city stood out in stark contrast from the sands around it. For one, all the buildings were colored an off-white shade, making them nearly sparkle from the effects of the dull sand and the bright sunshine.

The buildings that made up the city were short and squat, definitely squarer than the homes that he'd seen in Sorella, where pitched roofs were more common. They were too far out to see any of the people or make out their features, but they scurried about the nearby port like ants, consumed with their own tasks and always in a hurry.

"What do you think, Jack?" asked Abigail from his side. "Are you ready to go ashore?"

"I think we have to," he answered. "There's too many of those trawlers in this port to know which one was with the Swabian warship. I think we need to see what's in the city. Perhaps we might have some luck checking out the slave pens."

"It might be dangerous," she warned. "I doubt they'll be so welcoming to foreigners like the Sorellans were."

"That's why we'll take some of the marines with us," said Jack before turning to look at Greg, who was also in the bridge. "Greg, can you have a few squads of men ready at once? I don't think we'll need any more than that and if we find ourselves in trouble, the rest of the men will only be a short distance away."

Greg nodded. "You got it, Jack. I'll have them ready shortly. And of course, I'll go with you myself."

Jack smirked at him. "I don't think we'll be walking into a fight. At least right away."

Greg grinned. "You can never be too prepared."

"Well if you both get to go, then I want to go too," said Abigail as she crossed her arms in front of her body.

"Somebody will need to stay in command of the ship though, just in case," said Jack.

Abigail turned and pointed to the division head officers in the bridge. "Nothing that I'm sure Kyle, Cory, and Stephanie can't handle. Right?"

Stephanie looked up and smiled. "Go on, go explore the new country once again. Just remember to let us have a turn eventually, okay?"

Jack started to chuckle. "You guys are real team players."

Without another word, the three of them descended from the bridge and made their way to the stern of the ship where two squads of marines were fitting out to join them. However, that's when Jack noticed that someone was quickly following in their wake.

"Jack, wait for me!"

He squinted his eyes to barely make out the sight of Vera's blonde hair blowing behind her as she rushed to catch up with them. Having been let go from the infirmary once her light wounds had healed after the sinking of the

Swordfish

, she had taken residence in one of the smaller quarters not far from Jack's. He hadn't a single thought about letting her come back to Andalucia though, especially with her experience with them already.

"No way, no how, Vera," said Jack as he crossed his arms in front of him. "I need you to stay on the

Destiny

."