Super Blood Wolf Moon – Jan 1 2019
Photo taken by my good friend Michael Palermiti, Jupiter, Florida
Photo taken by my good friend Michael Palermiti, Jupiter, Florida
For the last four weeks, Sted had been working almost two full shifts per day. The demo part had been easy for the shipyard. The reconstruction was another matter. Once the new interior plans were complete, engineering went to work designing specifications for all of the new parts to be fit into the relatively small interior space.
Sted was just emerging from the hatch of the Mantis after his second shift of the day and was looking forward to some quiet time with Jessica when Rear Admiral Cunningham approached him.
“Hello, Captain. I would like you to give me a quick tour of the Mantis to see how close we are to squeezing everything in that we need. I’m getting some pressure from the Admiralty to get a final set of plans down to Luna so that AMC can begin working with us on the design of the Epsilon escort class.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Sted replied as he dropped back into the Mantis, signaling for her to follow him inside.
Once they were situated on the bridge, Sted began his tour. Since he had been involved in every phase of the new installation, he didn’t need any time to organize his thoughts. “As you can see, we have almost completed the bridge refit. I know you wanted to fly this fighter with a crew of two, but your decision to allow a third crew member has made the bridge design much easier. We were able to retain the main laser console in its original form. We had some trouble adapting the newly-designed missile console into the same operational area, so we had to take it apart and then rebuild it on the spot. I’m sure Lenny has taken his onsite corrections back to engineering to have the plans corrected to match what he had to do to make it fit properly into the space.
“Also, our double hull design has given the crew a few headaches, because they are not used to the restrictions imposed by having to maintain as much independence between the two hulls as possible. Every time the crew wants to run a wiring conduit or bolt down a new piece of equipment, they have to be reminded not to just forge ahead and drill holes wherever they need. We have to make absolutely sure that a breach of the outer hull does not find a weak point on the inner hull. Appropriate reinforcing has to be considered for even the most minor changes.”
Rear Admiral Cunningham nodded. “We have to make thorough notes for the refit of the other four Deltas so that we can get it right the first time and cut down on the total refit time. However, I don’t see how this will impact the Epsilon design. What are your thoughts?”
“I was thinking very seriously of a different approach for the Epsilons,” Sted admitted. “I think the new plans should take a radically different approach to the double hull design. I think the interior hull should be designed just like a normal exterior hull to allow for standard construction processes. Then the exterior hull could be manufactured and installed after the fact and configured by the Navy depending on the mission of the ship.
“One exterior hull could be manufactured with stealth capabilities. A second exterior hull could be manufactured with multiple offensive and defensive laser clusters for combat. This would also accommodate any future needs by just reconfiguring the outer hull. Once the mission has been decided, we can slap on the correct outer hull configuration prior to launch and then pump the shock-absorbing gel between the hulls. If we design the hull attachments properly, this should allow a hull reconfiguration in about the same time it takes to restock the ship.”
“I really like that approach, Captain,” Cunningham said. “I want to apologize for my earlier skepticism regarding your design capabilities. You obviously spent a great deal of time with the original design back at the AMC factory. Let me get our design team to work on the details. I’ll have them contact you with any questions. How much longer do you estimate it will take to get Mantis ready for its first trial run?”
“Three, maybe four days until we are ready to pump in the gel and test inner hull integrity. I would say we need a week after that to get everything in the interior cleaned up and ready for the crew.”
“Okay, Captain, I’ll let you go get some rest while I stay here and do a personal inspection of the ship over the next several hours. I will have a list of questions for you to review tomorrow. Thanks for staying a little longer to accommodate me. I must have a report ready to send in-system by the end of the week.”
“No problem, ma’am,” Sted replied as he headed for the hatch.
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The trip down to the Tranquility Base took just over two hours. During that time, Sted and Commander Olsen reviewed the list of everything that had to be accomplished aboard the Revere before they could deploy again.
Blyleven, on the other hand, sat quietly in her shuttle seat looking out the viewport and speculating on what the next two months would be like with them trying to meet clandestinely. They were going to continue the ruse that the two of them were at odds with each other, and the captain would call her into his office every so often to chastise her. That was easy for him but very difficult for her. She was the one who had to cause the disharmony on the bridge and bear the brunt of criticism from the rest of the crew. She was the one who had to act sullen and upset all the time while inside she was actually ecstatic to be in a relationship with her man. Every so often she would glance over at her two superior officers, and just seeing Sted caused her stomach to do flip-flops. She knew the next two months on the bridge of Revere would be torturous, and that made her angry.
The landing at Tranquility Field was uneventful. The three passengers donned their helmets and exited the shuttle about 300 meters from the airlock entrance to the base. On the short trek across the rough ceramacrete landing field, Olsen turned to Sted.
“That asteroid must be fairly close to the Earth/moon system already, so it also must be small enough to have gone undetected until very recently. I wonder how they intend us to alter its orbital path in such a short time span.”
Sted paused and opened the outer door to the airlock. “Do you speculate like this before all of my briefings?” He smiled. “Have just a little patience, Olsen. All will be revealed shortly.”
Sted entered first and punched in the base access code as Olsen and Blyleven entered behind him and secured the outer airlock door. They all heard the air rushing into the airlock, equalizing the pressure with the interior of the base. As they watched the gauge on the panel cycle upward, Olsen was about to ask another question when Sted gave him an annoyed look. Then all hell broke loose.
Sted saw a bright flash of light as he was thrown against the inner lock door with both Jeremy and Lorraine’s suited bodies crushing against him. The sound in the enclosed space was deafening, but it was nothing compared to the scream that Sted let out from the searing pain he felt in his lower legs and feet.
As he faded into unconsciousness, Sted caught a last image of bloodstained pieces of his two crewmates’ shattered helmets flying overhead.
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The asteroid 16 Pschye is one of the main settings in Nu Book 1 – The Esss Advance. Now scientists are confirming the value of mining this body. Here is a link to the article in RT News.
I am very excited about the confirmation of my ideas by the scientific community. They are even routing a probe to 16 Pschye in the very near future.
The featured image is copyrighted by NASA from Arizona State University.
Here is Chapter 38 from my book where I first mention the asteroid:
HG Rickover Naval Shipyard was named after the longest-serving officer in US naval history. Admiral Hyman George Rickover served sixty-three years and was the man principally responsible for building and deploying nuclear reactors in both submarines and aircraft carriers that had allowed the United States to dominate the world’s oceans for decades. He was often called the “Father of the Nuclear Navy.”
The naming of the shipyard was intended to honor Admiral Rickover’s record of deploying so many ships without one reactor accident. With the job of building humanity’s first interstellar vessels, the Navy hoped to carry on the Admiral’s record of safety. The enormous size of these ships, by necessity, required an enormous shipyard. The large number of personnel involved in building and installing the various systems required a great deal of housing, hydroponic gardening, entertainment facilities, places of worship, meeting halls, office space, and every other facility found in a small city on Earth or the moon.
The Navy’s need for specialty raw materials to build the shipyard and then the ships was driving the mining industry to keep up with demand. Lifting anything out of Earth’s huge gravity well was not cost effective. This had been demonstrated with the development of the International Space Station (ISS) eighty years earlier. Each segment of the space station was assembled on Earth and then lifted, at great expense, into low-Earth orbit before being attached to the ISS framework. Little could be done in Earth orbit to change or improve on any of the module designs. The astronauts in their bulky suits were taxed greatly just trying to put the pieces together to form a viable living environment.
However, humanity learned a great deal from the effort required to assemble the ISS. The lunar naval shipyards had designed and built a core living environment in lunar orbit and then towed this shell out near the M-type asteroid 16 Psyche that would provide the basic iron and nickel needs of the project for the foreseeable future. Inside the shell were all of the tools necessary for taking the raw materials mined on 16 Psych and turning them into the bones and skin of a viable naval shipyard. Then those same tools could be turned toward the building of the first interstellar ships. After all, there was little difference between building an environment that remained permanently in orbit around the sun and an environment that could propel itself to the stars. Just strap on a propulsion system and reinforce the structure to handle the stress of acceleration, and you had an interstellar vessel.
As the Rickover shipyard grew, so did its demand for skilled labor. The Navy hired Lockheed Aerospace to build and operate a shuttle service between the Navy’s base on the moon and their base in the belt. What Lockheed built was more like one of the giant cruise ships plying Earth’s oceans than any shuttle ever deployed in space. This was necessary, because a round trip averaged about four months. For each two-month passage, all on board needed to be housed, fed, entertained, and allowed to communicate with their family and associates on Earth, the moon, and the new shipyard.
The initial shuttle was designed to handle 400 passengers with a crew of ninety on board. This was sufficient to handle the Rickover’s needs for the first ten years while the shipyard’s facilities were under construction. In fact, the first few years of shuttle operation saw very few passengers. Instead, a great deal of pre-manufactured foundry and factory equipment was shipped. Lockheed understood this would happen and designed the interior of the shuttle in a modular fashion. Initially, only one passenger module was utilized out of a total of eight modules contained within the shuttle framework. Over the ten-year life expectancy of the initial shuttle, the number of passenger modules climbed to seven out of eight, and Lockheed compensated by strapping cargo containers to the exterior.
Now, two newly designed Lockheed shuttles were coming into service. This would allow both a lunar-bound and a Rickover-bound shuttle to operate simultaneously. With the laying of the keel for the first interstellar ship, the personnel requirements at the shipyard were changing rapidly, as were the shuttle designs.
From stem to stern, the vessels were designed as true passenger ships that could accommodate the needs of a highly sophisticated clientele. The need for carrying cargo was now relegated to the original shuttle, which was configured once again with only one passenger module and seven cargo modules.
When the AMC Mantis arrived at the Rickover shipyard, Sted was treated with a beautiful view of the new shuttle Endeavour’s first docking. The shipyard had built a new docking facility specifically for the two new shuttles coming into service, so there were many “firsts” happening all at once. Sted hoped these new facilities and the new shuttle did not suffer from any startup glitches, because he was booked on the first return trip aboard Endeavour.
Cam had arranged for the Mantis to arrive in time for Sted to catch the return shuttle. At this point, the return journey would have far fewer passengers than on the outbound trip. Ramping up for shipbuilding talent meant that the shuttle was fully booked on the outbound leg. The return trip was less than half-full, as some of the personnel involved in expanding the shipyard facilities and manning the foundries and factories were completing their rotations at Rickover.
Sted was amazed at the progress of the expansion at Rickover. His last tour aboard the Revere had docked here more than two years before, and the yard had almost doubled in size. In fact, the docking facility for the two new shuttles was still in the planning stages at that point. Now that facility, along with a new commercial residential wing to house non-military personnel, gave the shipyard a whole new look. This was no longer a bare-bones outpost. In fact, Sted could see another new branch that looked to be dedicated to company offices for contractors working at the yard. The whole shipyard had the feel of a self-sufficient island in the middle of the ocean of space.
Here is a short chapter from my upcoming novel ‘Nu Book 2 – The Esss Retreat‘. If you find this intriguing, you might want to read the first novel in this trilogy ‘Nu Book 1 – The Esss Advance‘ which is available on Amazon by following the link.
AlbuTang had set up an opportunity for Sted and Jessica to have the afternoon alone in their hotel room before meeting them in The Dome restaurant, hoping that they would mate. When he lifted Jessica onto the bar stool and held her hand, he knew that his hopes had been fulfilled.
By holding her hand, he could confirm the presence of a male fertilized egg in her left Fallopian tube descending into her uterus. He also detected the presence of one of the many human birth control substances in Jessica’s system that prevented the egg from attaching to the uterine wall. It was a simple matter to infuse into her system, through his hand contact, a countermeasure to the drug. This would insure that the egg attached successfully, and that Sted’s genetic makeup would be carried forward into the next generation.
If the Esss were successfully repelled from the solar system, Sted’s children would form the basis of a whole new genetically modified human species that could take to the stars and hopefully drive the Esss from this galaxy.
Lifestyles in space may alter significantly because encounters will be infrequent due to low population densities. I tried to portray this in the first book of my science fiction trilogy. Here is a chapter from Nu Book 1 – The Esss Advance where we see an example.
In this sample, I have italicized the change in lifestyle section for emphasis.
The week at Rickover was just starting for Sted. Jessica had agreed to accompany him to the Lockheed Aerospace post-flight party on his second night after arriving. When they made their appearance on the shuttle, they were greeted warmly by their Lockheed hosts and then introduced to the principal staff members on board. From all of the conversations, it was clear to Sted that they were still trying to recruit him away from AMC.
The lavish party was being held in the grand ballroom aboard the Endeavour. The operative word was “grand.” The room had to be over 100 meters long and fifty meters wide with a domed ceiling at least twenty meters over their heads. At one end of the room was a stage with a ten-piece dance band. In front of the dance band was a thirty-meter square parquet wood dance floor. Around the dance floor were several dozen tables for guests. Because the shuttle was docked to the shipyard and spinning around at the end of the shuttle docking arm, everyone felt normal in the artificial gravity, allowing them to dance like they were back on the moon.
“Jessica, I have not danced since I got these new legs, but I would love to try dancing with you anyway. I hope you will excuse me if I flub a few steps,” Sted said as he held out his hand and then guided her onto the dance floor.
“From everything I’ve seen in the last two days, I don’t think you’ll have too many problems,” Jessica replied. She gave Sted one of her brightest smiles as she followed him out to the center of the dance floor. Then she melted into his arms for a dance she would never forget. Their bodies seemed to fit together like hand and glove, and she didn’t want the dance to end.
Sted was a little out of breath at the end of the dance, and he knew it wasn’t from the exertion of dancing. It was from the almost chemical reaction his body was having to both the scent and feel of Jessica’s body so close to his.
After that first dance, the sexual tension between the two was obvious to most of those attending the party. They could not seem to look anywhere else but into each other’s eyes.
After the party, they went back to the AMC suite reserved for Sted, where they spent the rest of the night getting to know each other on a more intimate basis. Sted had been worried the whole evening that Jessica would be put off by his abbreviated natural body with attached prosthetics once they were alone together. As it turned out, he had nothing to fear. Encounters out in the belt tended to be short but torrid. You did not have time to play games that could stretch over months or years. If you felt an attraction, you had to grab on right away to see if it might actually be something that had the promise of a future. If you passed on that first opportunity, you might never see the person again.
For Sted, this was his first intimate encounter with a woman since the accident, and his body was more than ready to satisfy its need for procreative activity. That body had been sending strong messages since the moment he had popped out of the hatch and seen Jessica in the reception area.
Jessica was swept up not only by Sted’s physical presence but also by his entire history. When she first met him, she had to be very careful not to reveal how she was truly feeling. That is, until she blushed after seeing his enthralled smile back in the corridor outside of the AMC offices. Unbeknownst to her, that smile and her blush had sealed their fate.
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While not much of a fiction reader, I really enjoyed this book and can’t wait for the next one. To keep me captivated, any fiction has to be engaging and fast paced with a plausible enough story line that I don’t check out due to absurdities. This book has what it takes for me. While the origins and development of the human race in this story challenge my beliefs, this is science fiction. The tale was engaging and well written to keep me reading past that. Mr. Waugh, whom I’ve had the good fortune to meet, coincidentally, on a Holland America cruise (no wonder the reference to the new Princendam in the book!) uses his scientific knowledge in weaving a reasonably plausible and demonstrably creative sci-fi story that I could hardly put down. Bring on NU 2!
For today’s Daily Post, I want to give you a taste of Nu Book 2 – The Esss Retreat. Asteroid Mining Company (AMC) has developed a new fighter for the United Space Navy and Sted Richardson is in the process of testing the main lasers on each of the new ships.
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Sted was afraid to be too optimistic about their first coordinated test. They were using the shuttle Endeavour as their mock target. The shuttle had finally arrived in lunar orbit three weeks after Sted and Jessica and, after being emptied of all unnecessary personnel, it was placed in an orbit that allowed the training attack runs to be hidden from anywhere on Earth.
The initial testing was strictly to see how well hidden the Scorpions could remain, so two naval destroyers were placed in orbit with the Endeavour. Once everything was in place, the group of five fighters streamed up from the lunar surface toward the flotilla in orbit so that they could establish baseline radar and visible and infrared spectrum readings as they approached.
With the fighters under power, they were easy to detect from the output of their engines. Once the engines were cut, however, they were undetectable. Their exterior panels successfully absorbed almost all wavelengths of radiation, or at least failed to reflect that radiation back to any active sensors. The Scorpions were, in effect, the stealthiest ships ever constructed by humanity.
Sted had been anticipating the laser targeting tests for the last couple of weeks. He had worked with Captain Evans on finding the quickest way to test all the new equipment and crews and they had settled on doing individual ship tests for this phase.
“Scorpion One, this is Scorpion Leader,” said Sted over the command channel. “Commence your initial laser test run. I will light up the Endeavor on my mark.”
“Commencing first pass,” replied Captain Evans from Scorpion One. “Awaiting your mark.”
Sted held back for a few more seconds to allow Scorpion One to achieve an optimal position for their first test laser shot, then looked over at Lieutenant Wessel and gave her a slight head nod telling her to activate the spotting laser. He then opened the command channel once more and called out “Mark!”
The spotting laser painted a small target in the center of the number “2” on the tail of the Endeavor. Since Scorpion One was not aware where the spot would be painted on the hull of the target, Sted figured it would take several seconds to acquire the target point and get the main laser properly aligned. He was pleasantly surprised when Scorpion One’s main laser got off their initial shot in under three seconds. Accuracy, however, did not match quickness of the delivery.
“Scorpion One, you were eight meters wide of the target at 290 degrees. Adjust your targeting optics for the next pass. Scorpion Two, commence your first pass and fire on my mark,” commanded Sted.
“Scorpion Two commencing first pass,” replied Captain Elizabeth Bell.
“Lieutenant Wessel, adjust the initial target to the center of the airlock door at loading bay three on Endeavour,” said Sted. He wanted to adjust the initial target for each ship so there could be no anticipation by that crew.”
“Ready at the door to loading bay three,” replied his weapons specialist.
“Mark!” barked Sted over the command channel.
Nothing happened. Sted waited patiently for all of 30 seconds before commanding “Report, Captain Bell!”
“Scorpion Leader, this is Scorpion Two,” replied Captain Bell. “We have a main laser malfunction. I repeat, we have a main laser malfunction. We have no clue what is causing the problem.”
“Scorpion Two,” said Sted. “Report back to the AMC factory. We need that laser fixed as quickly as possible.”
“Damn,” whispered Sted to himself. He was really feeling the time pressure for getting these ships up to speed, and this setback would be costly in lost time. Well, there was nothing he could do about that right now. He had to complete the testing of Scorpions Three and Four.
Pushing this problem back into a compartment of his mind for later consideration, Sted ordered the next pass
“Scorpion Three, commence your first pass and fire on my mark,” commanded Sted.
“Lieutenant Wessel, move your target 100 meters toward the bow of Endeavor.”
“Target moved 100 meters toward the bow,” replied Lieutenant Wessel.
“Mark!” said Sted when Scorpion Three was in position.
Testing went on for the next twenty minutes as Scorpion One, Three, and Four each made several more passes.
After five complete passes, two of the Scorpion targeting systems had been tuned to strike the laser spot on every attempt. Scorpion Two and Four were returning to the factory. Scorpion Four required hardware changes in the targeting system and Scorpion Two had to have the main laser completely replaced. Both crews would miss the next set of drills while the factory worked on the fixes. Sted split up those crews so that they could be observers in the remaining Scorpions while the drills continued. As far as Sted was concerned, the test was a real disaster.
The people of New York City were blissfully unaware of the approaching alien ship. News suppression from the mainstream media outlets was complete. The North American Union was afraid the masses would react hysterically with a mixture of fear, euphoria, mass suicides, hoarding of food, economic collapse, runs on banks, or any number of other negative reactions.
“The Insider” had prepared Richard and the New York Rag specifically for this moment. Since the electronic media could not be trusted to get this extremely important story out to the people, he would make sure the real story was published on paper that could be handed from person to person with the government completely out of the picture.
The story was short, because there were not many facts to be reported:
Lunar astronomers have discovered evidence of an alien spacecraft inbound to the solar system. The light from the decelerating craft appeared suddenly in the constellation Orion. Analysis of the spectrum of light indicates that the spacecraft uses a combination of hydrogen and methane for fuel and that the deceleration far exceeds what could be tolerated by a human body.
Preliminary calculations give a rough estimate of two months before the craft arrives in the inner part of the solar system near the planet Jupiter.
There have been no detectable transmissions from the inbound craft from which we might gather additional information. The intentions of the visitors are unknown at this time, and speculation would be just that, speculation.
When this news article arrived on the iBlog server, Richard was skeptical. How could the media suppress such a big story, and how could he verify the few facts being presented?
Richard decided to request specific coordinates from “The Insider.” When they were received, he passed them to his boyhood friend Ken, who was an amateur astronomer with his own half-meter telescope. Because of the weather, the viewing up in the Catskill Mountains wasn’t always the best, but it was definitely clear enough over the next few days that Ken would be able to locate this new light source.
Ken contacted Richard in the early hours of the next morning, and the excitement in his voice was unmistakable. “There is definitely a new and bright light source at those coordinates! Did you say your source identifies this as an inbound alien ship?”
“Definitely,” Richard replied. “Can you verify that the source comes from methane and hydrogen combustion?”
“Sorry, Richard, I don’t have that kind of spectrographic equipment. Given a few days, I could tell you if the light source is moving with respect to the background stars, but I have no reason to doubt the story you received. Light sources like this do not appear overnight.”
“Thanks, Ken. I really appreciate your input. I’m going to go with the story today in a special addition of the Rag, and I would like to mention your confirmation, if you don’t mind.”
“No problem. I hate when the government suppresses stories like this, and they won’t be able to deny the story when anyone like me can just point their telescope in the right direction and see the damn thing. What are they going to do to me? You’re the one who has to worry. They’ll be coming at you looking for your source.”
There was no way Richard was going back to sleep after that video chat, so he got dressed and headed upstairs to the office to begin the work on this very special edition of the Rag.
Two days later, most of the people of New York City were too busy to notice or react to the announcement running around the news ticker at One Times Square that said, “THE ALIENS ARE COMING!” Their lives were too hectic, or too important, or too overwhelming. But that was the majority. Several pockets of activity were related directly to this momentous news. Already, several groups had gotten permits to set up forums throughout the city to espouse their beliefs on what was coming.
At the corner of Broadway and 42nd street, just below the ticker, a group of saffron-robed monks was handing out pamphlets announcing the arrival of God Incarnate and warning people to get their lives in order for the final hour of judgment.
In Central Park, an evangelical church group had set up a stage where gospel singers were raising their voices in praise to the Lord. Just to the left of the stage was a large tent where a long line of people was working its way into a temporary sanctuary to be baptized in an above ground pool that had been set up for that purpose.
The few newsstands around the city were doing a brisk business for a change. Most had been driven out of business in the past few decades as the majority of people got their news and entertainment from a multitude of online venues. The few that had survived tended to sell only tabloids that appealed to the lowest members of society with stories that seemed too fantastic to be true but always had a thread of verifiable truth to make you wonder. Now, the tabloids could not print enough copies to keep up with demand. Today’s edition of The Flash declared, “Aliens to Harvest Humans” with the accompanying speculative story by Hannibal Burns that “The Overseers of the Universe” had recognized that the ever-growing population of Earth was ruining the planet, and something had to be done to save Earth from the “human infestation.”
Of course, the government-run television news channels gave the news only a few brief minutes of coverage with warnings to ignore all of the crazy stories going around. The government had everything well in hand and would give out regular reports on developments as they happened. This would suffice for the moment, because nobody knew anything at this point. All that was really known was that a spacecraft of unknown origin with unknown intentions was entering the solar system.
Meanwhile, Richard and the New York Rag were strangely silent on the subject of the aliens. The big splash caused by their special edition had started the ball rolling, and Richard wanted more information to enhance his increased circulation numbers.
When he questioned “The Insider,” he received a short note back telling him to hang on until the Navy had more facts. It was much too early to speculate on the nature or intentions of the aliens and their ship heading in from the outer part of the galaxy, but he promised a story about the Navy shutting down facilities in the belt to hide them from detection by the visitors.