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  The last time she’d been in this office was a month ago, thought Vier. How things have changed, and how they haven’t. Was it just her, or did a desperate air peruse the confines, noticeable to anyone who walked in?

  Senior Vice Admiral Mittermeyer stood up upon seeing her. “Please, have a seat, Vier.”

  “Hello, sir,” Vier greeted him, taking a seat in front of his desk. She gazed at the tall ferroglass window behind him. It was all black. The panoramic skyscraper view was dark this time. That was because the armor plates had been deployed.

  Mittermeyer gazed at her for several moments, silently, and then said, “Do you remember our last conversation here? Well, it seems the worst has happened, doesn’t it, Admiral?”

  “Yes, sir. I think so, too.”

  “I read your battle report and all your conclusions,” he stated. “I agree on almost all of them. You have a gift it seems.”

  “Yes, sir.” She paused. “I am told that I have a finely developed danger sense. I can see most traps before they’re unleashed.”

  He nodded. “For that, I am grateful. We are all grateful. Your sixth sense saved six million men. We could have lost the whole fleet that day, including our fastest and lightest elements.”

  She thought about that, again. If Admiral Mu Pei had listened to her before the deployment, the entire fleet could have been saved. But how could she blame a dead man for finally listening to her at the last possible minute? “Yes, sir. That outcome would have become true had I not convinced Mu Pei to retreat.”

  “Then I will be frank,” Mittermeyer announced. “I have decided, and my staff agrees, that you ought to be promoted one star rank for what you have done. Do you accept this promotion to Lower Vice Admiral?”

  A sudden jolt of glee spasmed throughout her body. She felt happy, then sad, then emotionally balanced…as the natural logical consequence of the outcome of her actions filled her. “What are my duties?” she asked. She didn’t know what her job would be since 90 percent of the sector fleet had been destroyed. There wasn’t much for a new vice admiral to command — at least not before new units got here.

  “I will come to that later, Vice Admiral. But first, I’d like to hear, personally, what your thoughts are about our current situation and our options as a nation.”

  Vier nodded. She knew she would be asked this vital question. She’d been thinking of this on her way down to the planet. She especially wanted to know what Mittermeyer thought about the same thing, and what his staff came up with. Since she was asked first, she went first. Vier cleared her throat.

  “Water?” Mittermeyer asked.

  “No, thank you, sir.” There was a silence…as she quickly recollected everything she knew about the subject. “At present, sir, our choices are very limited. We neither have a remotely close hyperlight nor sublight combat advantage in areas such as long range missiles or close range beam warfare. Nor do we have any comparable weight in warship hull as our numbers have been destroyed. A direct assault against their full force based on the technology factor alone is impossible. Even if it were possible, we no longer have the asset numbers to do so. So, our options rely on what we do with what we currently have and what we do with what we will have in the future when other sector fleets arrive and lastly – what we do with what new weapons we can produce in the far future. So what can we do with what we do have right now — which amounts to around 700 light ships? There’s several options…” She paused.

  Mittermeyer nodded for her to lay it all out.

  “…First, we can hold back our current ships and wait until more human ships arrive. In this method, the Cats will have free reign to conquer anything they want. But they’ll have free reign in the next method as well. Here’s the second option. Even though the Cats can win an all-out battle with all our ships together and all their ships together, the Cats will have such a large area to conquer, and it will grow with each new conquest they make. Therefore, the Cats will be dispersed over such a large area – therefore, we can use our remaining lighties to reconquer isolated systems in overwhelming force, hopefully winning the combat in sublight despite our massive disadvantage in that arena. It is not impossible to win the sublight battle if we use all our seven hundred ships against a feline defense of twenty ships. Of course, we won’t be able to hold them once enemy reinforcements arrive, but that shouldn’t be our goal. We just need to hold the system enough, so that once we retake a system, we can capture parts of the enemies stationed in that system and hopefully win their technology. Once we have their technology, the game will be entirely different.”

  Senior Vice Admiral Mittermeyer stapled his fingers together as though he was processing all of her suggestions.

  “On the other hand, if we chose to hold back our remaining light ships, we can also try this strategy in greater numbers once the other sector fleets arrive. But once the other human fleets arrive, we will have even more options. For instance, if the enemy fleet has compacted together, we can retake large swaths of territory back and retreat before the Cats arrive with their compacted fleet. This will delay the war and their expansion into our territory but it won’t win it. If the enemy fleet presence is spread out, we can fight parts of their fleet with overwhelming numbers and leave before their reinforcements arrive. We should never fight their units in equal numbers, but only engage when we have a twenty to one weight advantage. I must add that overall, we’re still in a very bad position because even if we do fight in a twenty to one number or weight advantage, we’ll be swapping twenty ships for five ships, or twenty ships for ten ships. Worse, even if we were able to make an advance into enemy territory, we’d be playing cat and mouse and as soon as the Cat catches us, we’re dead. We’ll simply be swapping ships for time…” Vier took a moment to breathe.

  “Mmm,” Mittermeyer muttered as he took in what she was proposing.

  “… But…Time is exactly what we need. We need time for production forces to come into play. If we can delay their attack on our production centers well enough, eventually we’ll have enough missiles and fighters and whatever the Strategic Engineering Corps can think of to create newer, better weapons that have a more destructive capability of beating them on a weight by weight basis. It is impossible to predict what type of future that’ll bring us, but…we have to realize that the enemy will be producing ships and weapons, too, and theirs are better — and worst of all, we have to assume that because they are a conquering empire, they have a bigger production force than we do. Even more troubling is that even if we don’t account for any of their future weapons produced from their production centers, it is still doubtful we can win with all of our future production. There is just too much doubt as to how well our future missiles, fighters, and whatever else we make, can do against what they have in the field right now. Our missiles only carry 1/4th the warhead payload, and our fighters’ weak hyperbeams cannot penetrate the larger feline ships. It is a very uphill battle in all respects. That’s all I have to say, sir.”

  Mittermeyer’s chest heaved as he inhaled deeply. Finally, he opened his hands and put them flat out on his desk. “Your analysis is sound,” he said. “My staff has analyzed these conclusions and mostly agree on all points – on the validity of all your options, in other words. It is a very uphill battle. But…” He looked into Vier’s eyes. “…There is one immediate option you have failed to imagine.”

  Vier opened her eyes wide, “What is that, sir?”

  “You have failed to account for the supply chain that the enemy will need to extend behind them as they push further and deeper into our territory.”

  Vier blinked. She fell silent. “Can you explain, sir?”

  “Missile transport ships. Troop transport ships. Auxiliaries and maintenance ships. Fuel mining and refining vessels. These types of ships will be clearly protected by their warships in convoys, but will there be enough protection against all seven hundred of your lighties?”

  “All seven hundred of my lighties?”

>   “Yes,” Mittermeyer nodded, “Your light cruisers and destroyers. If you can take out the warships protecting just one of these convoys, you can destroy all the other ships in the convoy – you can wreak havoc to their supply lines from behind their main forward fleets. It is this option that I want to talk to you about.”

  Vier blinked, again. My god, it made sense. Why hadn’t she thought about it before? Had she been so obsessed with fighting a frontal war against opponents in the frontline that she forgot all about…? “What do you want me to do, exactly? Sir?”

  “As I just explained,” Mittermeyer replied with a crease of a smile. “You will command a large and fast force in a risky and dangerous maneuver behind enemy lines. You will be hunted by enemy forces the moment they realize what you’re about to do. I appoint you commander of this fleet so you may inflict maximum damage to their supply and auxiliary ships because I know you know when to be cautious and when to be aggressive – as you said, you can smell a trap like a sixth sense, but you can also be as combative and destructive when the opportunity opens itself. This is the perfect task for you, no?”

  Vier thought about it hard. She couldn’t help but feel excited. She felt a rush of energy, and instinctively, she answered, “Yes, I’ll do it. Sir. I’m the admiral you want.”

  “Good.” Mittermeyer grinned and shifted back in his chair. “Since they have invaded an incredible amount of space, their forces will be much dispersed. The more dispersed, the easier it will be to attack isolated units. Attack anything you think of, supply ships, maintenance vessels, fuel ships, transports, unprotected systems. It will be a dangerous task because, as you said, you will have to evade any combat in which your forces do not massively overwhelm the enemy, but one perfectly fit for you, because of your aggressiveness. In the larger scheme of things, your role will force them to slow their attack and be more careful in their advances because of the need to protect their rear and supply lines. And the purpose of all this, is, of course, to buy time for the human race to come up with something. And…” He smiled directly at her. “If you can obtain the Holy Grail and win a trophy, you will have done, as you said, an incredible service to our war effort. So, I have added our remaining twenty-eight MABs with your fleet of seven hundred or so warships and fifty fuel refinement ships — use your talents like never before, Admiral.”

  Vier nodded emphatically. “I will, sir!”

  “Now, onto other matters.” Mittermeyer stroked his chin. “I must thank you for the two feline prisoners you obtained during the Battle of Rigel. Our linguists and psychologists are studying them as hard as possible here on Serenal. Who knows? Maybe we can get one of them to crack and become our most valued ally. Perhaps we can gleam technology directly from them. You did well. Our scientists are also analyzing the scans of the enemy ships from your MAB assaults. Hopefully, it will help us create better counter weapons.”

  Vier nodded. “What did you think of their surrender offer?”

  “Well…besides learning their naming conventions,” Mittermeyer said. “I think they’re trying everything they can to win the war early. I think they’re pushing every available option. They have nothing to lose for trying, and I commend them, but I don’t think the war is over just yet. If I were in control, I would never surrender this easily, not until at least all our assets and resources have been exhausted. Yet if we cannot win on all combat arenas, surrender may be the only option. But… 90 percent of our combat fleet hasn’t yet been tested. Ultimately, the decision to surrender rests with Trantor and the Federation High Council. I have forwarded them my recommendation along with yours. It will be up to them to decide…”

  Vier nodded. It was up to Trantor to decide whether to surrender. All she could hope for was that they followed her recommendations about what types of weapons to produce. She hoped they didn’t surrender. “How fares the evacuation?”

  “The evacuation of civilians on the planets in their invasion route is still continuing at fastest pace. We do not have the transports to evacuate more than two or three percent. The same goes for Serenal and all the other planets in Betelgeuse.” He sighed, then he added, “Since we have nothing that can combat the Cats in hyperlight even with your fleet here, we won’t be able to offer the Cats even minimal opposition to their main thrust. Even when the other sector fleets arrive, the only thing we can do is delay their thrust with distraction attacks of our own, forcing them to reclaim territory while we escape combat to buy ourselves time…”

  Vier spoke with Mittermeyer more. Eventually, the meeting was done, and she stood up.

  Mittermeyer stood up, too. “I do not know when I will see you again, Vier Kleingelt, but I hope it will be in better times. There is always a chance that one or both of us will not survive the next month, but — it’s best not to dwell on pessimism.” He extended his hand. “Goodbye, Vice Admiral Kleingelt.”

  Vier felt overwhelmed with the earnestness in his words. She didn’t know what to do for a moment. Then, she bowed and shook his hand, a firm shake, like she had learned long ago. “As with you, sir. Goodbye.” She turned and headed out the door.

  “Oh, and Kleingelt,” Mittermeyer called out.

  She turned around and faced him, once again.

  “Show them how a Federation Vice Admiral fights up close.”

  She smiled. “Yes, sir. I will.”

  As she exited his office in a bout of excitement at the danger and opportunity, she was about to partake, little did she know that she would never meet him, again…

  Galactic Battlespace

  Across a thousand light years, the Ga attacked. Their wedge drove deep into human space – a wedge six hundred light years wide and one thousand light years deep. Without a sector fleet to hold the Ga back, the Ga conquered system after system at a pace unseen before in human military history. Eight hundred additional human colonized star systems fell to the Ga onslaught. Six billion humans fell into their control. Another seven million humans died in their wake. Their ground troops marched into every human city, proclaiming it and the citizens within it – theirs.

  Meanwhile, throughout the human sphere, the evacuation of its star citizens from the warzones proceeded at the quickest pace. Every transport, whether civilian, merchant, or military, now ferried as many civilians as it could from the incoming Ga menace.

  At the same time, newly appointed Vice Admiral Kleingelt prepared the sector’s remaining ships for a mission behind enemy lines. Her mission – to destroy as many vulnerable Ga supply and auxiliary ships she could find, while keeping her fleet alive — the most dangerous sortie she had ever taken on.

  She knew fully well that without those remaining human ships, the Ga would have no frontal opposition to their thrust, but hopefully her ships would slow the invasion down from behind.

  As for the battlefront, it was now up to the human ships from the other human Starzones to reach Betelgeuse to protect the sector capital…they were coming — in mass. The greatest human armadas the human side of the galaxy had ever seen were being assembled…

  Although the largest battle humanity had ever fought had already occurred – as well as the largest losses; the largest battle humanity will fight – and the largest losses humanity will lose – had yet to come…

  Letter from the Author

  Okay, so I did it. I actually ended a book at a cliffhanger. Now, this time I really do have to write a sequel. I imagine that if I don't, I will have readers fuming at me and no one will ever read another book of mine, again. So expect one in 2-6 months.

  This time, I really think the sequel will come quickly. In Stars at War (another book I wrote), I didn't plan to write a sequel at all initially. But in this book, I planned to have at least 4 books in this series from the very beginning.

  I intend to write a sequel to both SAW and to this. The order of books I intend to write is currently (as of 8/18/2015):

  War of the Dark Mage (progress: 50,000/70,000 words)

  Stars at War 2 (SAW series)
(0/80,000)

  Warlord’s Invasion 2 (Starfight series) (0/80,000)

  Star Strike: Might of Empires (0/80,000)

  Starfight sequel’s name will probably be:

  Behind Enemy Lines? (Don’t know for sure yet)

  Glossary

  Blurza - forsaken

  Escarat - army

  Huka - trophy

  Ka - People

  Kael - Superior

  Kavic - shit

  Kohlar - Reception Room

  Krushcha - a large wild carnivorous reptile that could camouflage and could outrun most other predators.

  Nakra space - Hyperspace

  Pra - Inferior species

  Sela - Subordinate

  Skra - Soldier

  Subjugator - Fleet Commander

  Suffra - Clan Territory

  Sturka - general (as in army rank)

  Tesi – flotilla

  Tra - week

  Ga names work like this:

  Gor-Eben. Gor is their individual name. There is no such thing as first or last name.

  Eben is their clan name. Gor belongs in the clan called Eben

  Hal-Dorat. Hal belongs in the clan called Dorat

  Warship classes in the human starfleet:

  Dreadnought

  Battlecruiser

  Heavy Cruiser

  Light Cruiser

  Fast attack cruiser

  Destroyer

  Trivia:

  - A lot of major and minor human characters have names that are copied from my favorite anime Legend of Galactic Heroes. Vier Kleingelt comes from the episode (the woman in the picture is Vier Kleingelt):

  http://gineipaedia.com/wiki/When_the_Rain_of_Grief_Comes..._%28episode%29

  Other characters:

  http://gineipaedia.com/wiki/Arthur_von_Streit

  http://gineipaedia.com/wiki/Kubersly

  http://gineipaedia.com/wiki/Wolfgang_Mittermeyer