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Friday, 14 September 2266:
“What purpose does this trip serve, Madam President,” asked Dillon Gordon,
reporter for the ‘London Times’.
“It gets me out of town for a day or so and gives me a chance to make up for
a snub I did a few years ago, and I have a fund raiser dinner tonight in San
Francisco.”
“What snub might that be?”
“When we commissioned the EAS Ares, on my orders, nothing was released to
the press until after the commissioning was over and she was underway on her
shakedown cruise. That cruise ended up lasting almost two years and cumulated
in the saving of the Mars colony from destruction by the Drakh. We played that
down as much as possible, but it got out to you members of the press anyway,
thanks to the Mars colony government and the gaggle of reporters who were
aboard the ship.”
“Does any of this have anything to do with the fact that the second in
command of the rebel forces that deposed Clark, Susan Ivanova, was the
commanding officer assigned to the Ares?”
“Yes. Captain Sheridan made a deal with me that precluded any retribution
against any of the personnel who fought as a part of his rebel forces. That
deal angered a great many of the then influential senior officers of the
various service branches.”
“In other words, they couldn’t get Sheridan or his supporters directly; so,
they settled for what they could get.”
“That’s what it amounts to, Dillon. I’m ashamed to admit that I went along
with it to pacify them. Susan, General Wayne, has proven time and again that
she was more faithful to her vows of allegiance to the Earth Alliance
constitution than were many of those senior officers.”
“How do you think she’ll react to your presence?”
Luchenko hesitated; her husband didn’t.
“She’s going to be very irritated, Mr. Dillon. Knowing how she and my wife
behaved around one another the last time they were in the same room together,
I’d suggest you have your cameraman be on his toes. I’m sure General Wayne is
going to interpret this as just another attempt for the politicians to make
photo ops, with their constituents voting in the upcoming elections in mind.”
“Madam President?” asked Dillon.
“No. I’m not doing it for the photo op or the votes it may or may not
garner, but I agree with Charles; that’s how she’ll probably interpret it. The
real reason I’m going is to honor her for what she has accomplished during her
career, in spite of the obstacles. Charles, show him. Also, I’m going to
outline how the reorganization of Earthforce is going to be accomplished, or at
least how it’s going to get started.”
Charles Luchenko took a small box from his right coat pocket. He opened it
and showed Dillon its contents, a complete set of collar devices for a
lieutenant general.
“That’s some heavy hardware,” he commented.
“Not for the woman who’s going to be wearing them, considering what we
expect her to accomplish,” replied the President.
“I notice, Madam President, that we haven’t been provided with a copy of the
speech you’re going to deliver at the ceremony.”
“That’s because I’m still running it around in my mind. This isn’t going to
be some canned speech that’s been carefully constructed by my staff to take
advantage of the situation. I’m going to honor a fellow countryman, or in this
case countrywoman. You fellows will hear it at the same time everyone else
does.”
“Fellow countrywoman, Madam President?” asked another reporter, whose ID
badge identified him as John Porter, San Francisco Chronicle.
“She and I were both born in Russia. I’m told my pessimism is only exceeded
by hers.”
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Elsewhere on the President’s plane:
Senator Harold Mathers and a few other invited members of the legislature -
along with selected members of the press - were occupying the aft portion of
the President’s plane. Mathers was holding court with the reporters. In another
part of the plane, Generals Leftcourt, Ames and - against his will - General
Sanchez were having a discussion of their own. Major Brown had told Sanchez to
stay the hell away from General Wayne. Leftcourt was determined to make him
face Susan and get the truth, whatever that might, about the situation between
them.
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“You members of the press have been supplied with copies of General Wayne’s
outline for the reorganization of her corner of Earthforce. What you don’t know
is that it may well be the outline for a complete reorganization of Earthforce
itself. If you want to talk, my comrades and I would be glad to discuss that.
After all, it has the possibility of affecting a great many of your readers,”
said Mathers.
Frank Morse of the Washington Post asked, “How do you feel about her plan
Senator. I mean on first reading it seems that she is worried about how it’s
going to affect the civilian community. That seems a bit odd for an officer.”
“How do I feel about it? I have some misgivings, but not necessarily with
her plan. My concerns center around the fact that the civilian leaders, the
Senate, the House of Representatives, and the President, don’t have much if any
input into the process because of recently passed statutes. I’m supposing that
we could eventually modify or maybe even repeal some of them, but it would take
a great deal of time. Unfortunately, the JCS gave her marching orders to get
started ASAP. It’s most obvious, looking at her outline, that she has wasted no
time in preparing to carry out her mandate. Hell, I’m told she has already
started gathering the core of her committee in Stockton. Her candidates are so
far all civil service personnel. Rumor has it that she’s asking people whom she
trusts to submit names of military personnel for inclusion in the process. Like
it or not, General Wayne isn’t wasting any time.”
Morse asked, “I understand, senator, that you had a run-in with General
Wayne just after the Drakh attack on Mars. What can you tell us about that?”
“We had some words and she reminded me that she was the commanding officer
of the Ares. She was correct. It was a bad time to... well... acting like...”
“Like you normally act toward someone you consider your inferior, senator?”
asked Jerry Neville, a reporter for the New York Times.
“Something like that,” muttered Mathers.
“Did she eventually apologize, senator?” continued Neville.
“No. I never had the opportunity to speak to her after that,” replied
Mathers. “The truth is I don’t think she even knew who I was.”
“That’s not entirely true, Senator Mathers. If you remember, I introduced
you and a whole group of VIPs to her when we first arrived onboard Ares,” said
Walter Egan, secretary of defense, who had walked up to the group only a minute
before Mather’s statement.
“Now that you mention it, Walter, you did introduce the lot of us. I just
didn’t think General Wayne paid much attention to us at that time and probably
didn’t remember me later.”
“Will you be speaking with her either before or after the change of command
ceremony today?” asked Morse.
“That remains to be seen Mr. Morse. I’d like to think that I can establish a
better rapport with her today than I did on her ship.”
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Eagan continued walking forward in the aircraft until he came to the small
area in which Generals Leftcourt, Ames, and Sanchez were sitting.
“Do you gentlemen mind if I join you?”
“Have a seat, Walter,” said Leftcourt. “I think you’re just in time for some
interesting revelations.”
“Oh? How’s that?”
“I had a very interesting conversation with General Wayne earlier this week.
As a matter of fact, that’s why General Sanchez in accompanying us on this
outing,” responded Leftcourt.
Both Egan and Ames looked at the other two men expectantly.
“Just what is so interesting, Tom?” asked Ames.
“Earlier this week, I got a call from Susan. She insisted that I make sure
that her husband was present for her change of command ceremony.”
“What’s so odd about that? I think it’s a perfectly reasonable request,”
replied Egan. Then he continued, “Unless he was involved in something that was
absolutely time sensitive.”
“He wasn’t. That’s where the problem arises.”
“I just know you’re going to enlighten us, Tom,” said Ames.
General Sanchez was looking decidedly uncomfortable. “There was no reason to
drag me all the way out here, Tom,” he complained.
“I beg to differ, Manuel. Susan is on the warpath concerning her husband.
She left no doubts that she wanted him there in good health. That makes me
think I smell a rat. The only question is who is he?”
Egan and Ames sat erect and became very attentive to what was transpiring
between the two generals.
“I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding, Tom,” said Sanchez.
“Her exact words, if memory serves me right, were ‘Not over this circuit,
general. I’ll be happy to tell you all about it, after I get my husband back.
If I don’t, I’m going to become a very unhappy camper. I may even have to ask
my friend Lyta to help me resolve it. I don’t think General Sanchez would
appreciate that. Actually, I don’t think anyone in Earthforce intelligence
would appreciate it’. Now you can tell me what the hell she meant now; or, you
will be standing in front of me when she explains what she meant. You can bet
that Susan will damn well tell me exactly what she means. Your presence won’t
even cause her to hesitate. Her veiled threat tells me it’s damned serious,
Manuel. So, what’s it to be? You tell me here, or she tells me there. I’m
getting a gut feeling that your career may be over. Please, tell me I’m wrong.”
Sanchez just sat and regarded the me sitting with him. He never answered
Leftcourt’s question. After a few minutes, Sanchez asked, “What makes you think
there is anything wrong, Tom. Certainly it can’t be garnered from what you say
General Wayne said.”
“No, Manuel. What sealed it for me was your lame attempts to keep from
producing Charles Wayne. That really told me that Susan wasn’t just blowing
smoke. The other thing was that you kept looking at someone who was there with
you, but who was out of the video pickup’s range. Who was it, Major Brown?”
“Regardless of what you think you know, Tom, it still doesn’t change
anything. General Wayne is imagining things and so are you,” responded Sanchez,
showing nothing in his facial expressions.
“I’m glad to hear that. You’re going to be with me when Susan tells me what
she believes. I’m anxious to see how that plays out. I’ve supported you for a
number of years, Manuel, even when I had doubts about what you said you were
doing. You are correct on one point though; I don’t have anything solid. I feel
that situation may change very soon.”
“I get the feeling that what General Wayne believes is going to shake things
up. I want to be there when she talks to you two,” said Egan.
“Not a problem, Walter,” replied Leftcourt. “Have you read Susan’s proposal
for the reorganization?”
“Yes I have. It seems to be well thought out. I’m glad I’m not doing it,”
replied Egan.
“Are you aware that she makes less than half as much as you do?”
“I’m aware. She doesn’t need the money. I’ve heard rumors that she has a
bank account that could fund the national debt of several smaller countries on
Earth.”
“Not only that, but Lyta Alexander offered her a job starting at something
in the neighborhood of three million credits a year, not including perks,”
offered Sanchez.
Egan expressed shock at the statement. “Three million credits, not including
perks?”
“Yep. Hell, as a member of the IA forces she has her own assigned
whitestar,” noted Leftcourt.
“Maybe I’m in the wrong line of work,” replied Egan.
“Maybe we all are,” added Ames. He added, “I’ve read her proposal, Tom.
How’s she expect to keep the special interests at bay?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea, but I’m sure whatever it is it’ll work.
Although, I’m sure those interests are going to scream bloody murder - not that
it’ll do them any good.”
“You seem pretty sure of her, Tom. You do know that she isn’t a magician,”
said Sanchez.
“The magician part remains to be seen, Manuel. She has a penchant for
succeeding where others have - or would have - failed. I’m betting that she
finds a way to turn their pressure tactics back on them. Remember, the special
interests are accustomed to dealing with politicians.”
“I’m thinking that those politicians will be how they put the pressure on
her,” replied Sanchez.
“She has access to an information network that is, arguably, probably better
than yours, Manuel. Do you seriously think she’ll hesitate to use it? If there
are skeletons in closets anywhere, I’m betting that her supporters find them.”
“I have to agree with Tom, Manuel. She hasn’t hesitated in the past to use
any means available to win an engagement. I’m quite sure she won’t stop now,”
added Egan.
That statement caused Sanchez to reflect on the fact that he was going to be
facing Susan in only a few short hours. Considering how his last meeting with
her had ended, he wondered if she would scan him this time. If she did, two
things would happen. In the first place, he wouldn’t even be aware of it. In
the second, she would become fully aware that Major Brown, with his blessing,
was planning to kill her. He was in a bad situation and couldn’t see any way
out of it. He would bet that Susan would say nothing to Leftcourt. She would
want to deal with him and Major Brown personally. In his gut, he knew he
shouldn’t have come with Leftcourt; even if it would have meant disobeying
direct orders.
Sanchez looked at Egan and asked, “Is it true that the President is going to
pin a third star on her collar?”
“It’s true, Manuel,” replied Leftcourt. “I know she was given a temporary
promotion to major general earlier this week. I issued the orders at the behest
of President Luchenko. It seems that the President is going to announce that
the rank of the commander-in-chief of the Department of Design and Procurement
has been upgraded to three stars. Since Susan is going to be its commander-in-
chief and since she is going to be spearheading the start of the planned
restructuring of Earthforce, President Luchenko thinks it’s appropriate to give
her a temporary promotion to lieutenant general. I, and a large number of
senators and members of the legislature, agree with her assessment. The
restructuring has to be done. We can’t afford to do things like we have in the
past. There isn’t enough money to support that mode of operation.”
Sanchez looked somewhat stunned at Leftcourt’s pronouncement. He had been
aware that a lot was being expected of the young woman, but he never imagined
this much was being expected. He was trying to imagine what would happen when
Major Brown’s people killed her. There would be one hell of an outcry to find
those responsible. He began to fear that he had allowed himself to be
maneuvered into an untenable position by the good major. He had approved the
murder of her husband and she damned well knew it. He was going to be facing
her later today and he had no doubts that she would detect his complicity in
the major’s plans for her. As he sat lost in his own thoughts he didn’t notice
the looks that Leftcourt and Egan were giving him.
“You know, Manuel, it’s a real awakening as to how deeply many seemingly
innocent individuals were really full-scale active supporters of the Clark
regime,” said Leftcourt. “Susan’s people have been doing a bang-up job of
ferreting them out.”
Sanchez looked thoughtfully at Leftcourt. “Is there some hidden meaning in
that observation, Tom?” he asked.
Leftcourt looked genuinely confused by the question. “No. I was simply
saying that since Susan has been back on Earth, a fair number of people we
originally thought were innocent bystanders during Clark’s reign of terror were
really willing participants.”
“Well, you never know what you’re going to uncover when you start turning
over rocks,” replied Sanchez.
Egan sat looking in Sanchez’s direction with a far away look in his eyes,
obviously lost in thought. He was thinking about the entire conversation that
had taken place while he was sitting here with the two generals. He was
convinced that there was something wrong with the conversation. He just
couldn’t figure out what it was, but he had a feeling that it concerned Susan
Wayne. He didn’t know if that was good or bad.
“You have a question, mister secretary?” asked Sanchez.
Egan didn’t respond. He just sat there with that same ‘lost in thought’ look
on his face.
“Mister secretary?” asked Sanchez raising his voice.
Finally, Egan looked directly at him. “You were saying something, general?”
“Yes sir. I asked if you had a question.”
“About what?” replied Egan.
“You looked like you were lost in thought. I thought that maybe you had a
question about the exchange between me and General Leftcourt.”
Egan said, “No. No questions.”
The men turned their thoughts to other things and Sanchez fastened his
seatbelt and closed his eyes, saying, “Wake me when we land.”
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0930 at the Stockton airport:
Susan and Charles stood with General Zaleski watching the President’s plane
taxi up to its parking spot on the tarmac. The mayor and vice-mayor of Stockton
accompanied them. The President’s security detail with base security had the
entire area covered. Their leader, Agent Francis Shaw, and two of her agents
stood a few meters away in a position that would put her closer to the plane
than either of the two local politicians or the two generals.
Susan had her mental shields in place and was, with some curiosity, watching
the aircraft taxi to a stop. Without warning someone’s thoughts tore their way
through her shields. It took her a few moments to recognize the source of the
very strong thoughts, General Manuel Sanchez; that identification also caused
her to focus on those thoughts. As she did, Sanchez’s worst fears were realized.
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On the President’s plane, General Sanchez had been awakened from what could
be described as a full-fledged nightmare. He opened his eyes slowly surveying
his immediate surroundings and realized that the feelings and images of being
tied on a spit and being roasted slowly on an open fire while Susan Wayne
looked on and laughed a maniacal laugh wasn’t real. He had regained his inner
composure and his traveling companions were none the wiser. As the plane came
to a stop, he looked out the window and there she was; standing on the tarmac
awaiting the arrival of President Luchenko. The fear the nightmare had
engendered in him came sharply into focus, and he unwittingly ran through the
thoughts about his and Major Brown’s complicity in the planned murders of Susan
and Charles Wayne. These fears and thoughts were what Susan felt invade her
mind as she waited for the plane to come to a stop.
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The plane had rolled to a stop. The ground crew rolled a stairway up to the
door in the side of the aircraft. Two agents came out of the plane and looked
down at Agent Francis Shaw. At her signal, one of them looked back into the
aircraft and signaled someone there. A few seconds later, President Luchenko
and her husband appeared in the aircraft doorway. The President stopped on the
top of the stairway and slowly looked around at surrounding area; then she and
her husband descended the stairs. At the bottom, she stopped and spoke with her
chief of security, Agent Shaw. Shaking hands with the mayor and vice-mayor, she
hesitated and exchanged some words. Moving on down the line she saluted Zaleski
and then stopped in front of Susan.
Later it would be mentioned that the salute she rendered to Susan was
unusually crisp and Susan responded in kind.
As Susan dropped her salute, President Luchenko asked, “Could I have a
private word with you, General Wayne.” Susan followed Luchenko a few paces away
from the others at the bottom of the stairs.
President Luchenko looked at Susan and said, “I owe you an apology... No. I
owe you a bunch of them.”
Susan didn’t reply.
The President continued, “I let my personal feelings cloud my better
judgment in the past, general. I’m hoping to do better in the future... I noted
in your record that you were born in the immediate suburbs of St. Petersburg,
Russia – so was I; albeit a few years before you. I know it isn’t much, but it
seems that two of us have done rather well with the cards fate has seen fit to
deal us.”
Susan wondered where the conversation was going, but she remained silent.
She lowered her mental shields just enough to get a feeling of what the
President was trying to convey. What she felt was guilt mixed with regret. She
raised her shields back into place.
“I not only didn’t send a representative to either the commissioning of the
Zeus or the Ares, but I didn’t allow news about them to be released to the
press until after the commissionings were over and done with,” said Luchenko.
“Don’t give them a thought, Madam President. It never interfered with us
getting our jobs done.”
“That’s true, but it was a serious social gaff on my part.”
Susan smiled. “In my career, if I received apologies for all the social
gaffs that were visited upon me, I’d never live long enough to listen to all of
them.”
“On another subject, I’ve reviewed your presentation to the JCS. I must say
you have a way with words. I like the method of approach you outlined to
reorganize your new command. If it works, I intend to use it to reorganize the
entire Earthforce. Guess who’s going to get that can of worms?”
Susan kept her facial expression neutral. “I’m not sure I want to know the
answer to that question. What you’re asking of me now is going to be tough
enough.”
“Your past record of dealing with difficult problems, situations and people
is why you were assigned to this command. It’s easy enough to train someone to
handle the supply side of things. I have no doubts you’ll do just fine there.
It’s the other qualities you have that you can’t simply teach in a few weeks or
months in a classroom. You already know what those qualities are; you’ve damned
sure demonstrated them often enough in the past. I have no reason to not
believe that you’ll continue to do so in the future.”
“I’ll give it my best shot, Madam President. You know I’m going to be
involved in a lot of turf fights before this is finished. I don’t take
prisoners, unless I think they may have needed information. The up side is that
my victims won’t suffer anything worse than an occasional paper cut while
flipping through their notes.”
“I also understand that you are a full-fledged telepath now.”
“Unfortunately that’s true, ma’am.”
“You’re going to be dealing with some of the best professional liars in the
business, General Wayne. They’ve never had to deal with someone who could tell
that they were shading the truth before. I’m looking forward to the fireworks.”
“Madam President, have you ever been aboard a whitestar before?”
“No. I’ve never been aboard any Minbari ship before. Why?”
“If you have the spare time after the ceremony, I’d like to offer you and
your husband an escorted tour of my assigned whitestar.”
“Your assigned whitestar?”
“Yes ma’am. It’s assigned to me as my personal transport since I hold a
commission in the IA Anla’shok.”
“I’d like that, General Wayne.”
The President and Susan rejoined the others waiting on the tarmac.
Just before she got into her limousine, the President looked back at Susan
and said, “I heard that you are going to help provide the after ceremony
entertainment.”
Susan looked at Zaleski as the limousine drove off a moment later, and
asked, “What was that about?”
“The EA symphony orchestra and your band are going to play a short concert
for the President and the guests that have been invited to the ceremony. I
thought you knew?”
“No one thought to enlighten me, General Zaleski. As long as the band gets
paid for it, I don’t have a problem, but what does that have to do with me?”
“I understand they’ve been rehearsing a dozen or so of your favorite songs,
or so I’m told.”
“I’m going to rip my bandleader before this day is out.”
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It was 1100 hours and Susan had officially relieved Zaleski of command.
Secretary of Defense Egan had made a short speech and remarks before the change
of command had actually occurred. General Zaleski had also made a short speech
about this being the crown of his career. Susan had kept silent, only speaking
to actually assume command of her new department. There had followed a short
retirement ceremony for General Zaleski and several guests had made short
statements at that time.
Senator Mathers stepped up to the microphone after being introduced by
Colonel Audrey Keller who was serving as master of ceremonies.
Mathers wasted no time getting into his prepared speech. Susan could only
hope it wasn’t a long one. This was why she hated these things.
Mathers started, “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m quite honored to be here today.
It isn’t often that I get to share a stage with the most accomplished killer in
the Earthforce. I’m referring, of course, to General Susan Ivanova-Wayne.
That’s not a slight toward General Wayne. Her proficiency at her job is what
helped save Babylon 5 several months ago, resulted in the destruction of a
major Drakh space station and half-dozen of their capital ships, and was
instrumental in saving the Mars colony a few short months ago. She knows how to
fight and win. That quality is what is most likely to permit her to complete a
successful tour of duty at this command, especially considering the other
assignment that President Luchenko is about to hand her. I’ll let the President
tell you about that.
I have a couple of confessions to make. The first is that several years ago,
I led the fight to keep the Ares from being built. After General Wayne, then
Captain Ivanova, convinced the President and designers to make major changes to
the Ares, the price tag went completely out of sight. The ship cost us five
billion credits before it was completed and sent out on its first mission, a
mission that lasted almost twenty-two months. All during that time, my comrades
in the Senate and House of Representatives and I used that expenditure to beat
down President Luchenko. It’s part of our job description as the opposing
party. If the tables were turned, I’m sure the President’s party would do the
same to my party. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t be doing their jobs. That being
said, the events at Babylon 5, that Drakh space station, and the Mars colony
have proven the extremely good foresight of General Wayne. I was on board the
Ares during the Mars colony battle. If not for the General’s obstinacy about
her recommended changes to the Ares, I wouldn’t be here and neither would
Secretary Egan, President Luchenko and a number of our other leaders; the Mars
colony would be history and a million or so bodies would be littering the
Martian landscape.”
Mathers continued to talk for another fifteen minutes before ending by
saying, “I’m going to fight General Wayne over her cuts and budgets starting at
day one; but it won’t be anything personal – even if she did threaten to throw
me into the Ares’ brig. Fortunately, as she has said before, in our battles,
the worst bodily injury anyone is likely to suffer is a paper cut. Whatever my
political position, I’m quite sure she is the right person for this job. Why?
If for no other reason, she dislikes all politicians equally regardless of
their political affiliation. Truthfully though, she brings a very unique set of
job skills to this assignment. Skills and experiences no supply officer will
ever have. I leave it to her and President Luchenko to elaborate on those
subjects.” Mathers signaled for Colonel Keller to take the podium.
Colonel Keller introduced President Luchenko and stepped away from the
podium. Luchenko motioned for Susan to join her. Susan stepped up beside the
President and assumed a stance of parade rest.
“Ladies and gentlemen. This isn’t going to be a political speech. I’ll save
that for the fundraiser dinner tonight in San Francisco. Instead, I want to
explain how General Wayne came to be here in this position today. I’m impressed
by the number of people who can’t possibly imagine why a highly decorated
unrestricted line officer with an unsurpassed combat record would be assigned
to command what is so obviously a very large supply outfit. Well, it’s simple
really. This command is shifting its mode of operation starting today. In the
past, the Department of Design and Procurement was just that. It functioned as
a design review and approval unit and also as the approval arm of the
procurement section. If we were continuing to do things as we have done in the
past, no changes would be necessary; however, that’s no longer the case. After
the recent civil war, we became an active member of the Interstellar Alliance.
When we became a part of that organization, we immediately gained access to new
technologies and markets for our products, both natural and manufactured. We
also lost the control we had over our former colonies, but gained
responsibilities in guaranteeing the safety of those colonies as well as other
members of the IA. This is what has happened to all the signatory members of
the IA. The IA is comprised of something in the neighborhood of two hundred
races at last count.
Needless to say, but I’m going to say it anyway, we have to review how we do
business in the military and foreign relations arenas. We can no longer look at
something we want and go out and buy it. We have to be very aware of our
responsibilities both domestic and foreign. Part of our military planning and
spending has to take into account the changes I mentioned. Unfortunately, we
don’t train our supply officers to be conversant with the idiosyncrasies of
combat and foreign relations including the many treaties and trade agreements
we have with members of the IA and some of the non-aligned worlds. In addition,
they will need to know how to run a very large operation on a shoestring
budget, if need be. Better yet, having experience running a large operation
with no income at all will be considered a plus. You will have to reluctantly
admit that finding someone who can fill that bill would be almost impossible.
After we reviewed all of our requirements, we added one more. They must have
demonstrated an unshakable fidelity to the Earth Alliance constitution. The
foregoing items are why this command is being raised to three star status. When
we factored all of that mess in, we came up with exactly two candidates. One
has a prior commitment; the other was then Captain Susan Ivanova, now known as
Major General Susan Ivanova-Wayne. She almost became unavailable recently.
Fortunately, that did not happen.
We would be in a very bad position if she weren’t available, because it
would take four or five senior staff officers to handle the functions that have
been added to her position description. Make no mistake about it, she has
assumed what can only be described as awesome responsibilities. No other
general staff officer has ever been asked to do so much. If she is successful,
this command will be upgraded to four-star status. The problem with that is
that there’s not likely to be anyone with her unique qualifications around to
relieve her when it comes time for her to move on to another assignment. If she
manages to successfully complete her present assignment, she will be expected
to direct the complete reorganization of the remainder of Earthforce. She now
knows that the swamp is only going to get deeper and the alligators much larger.
Some would say that General Wayne has lived a very exciting life and I count
myself amongst them. I learned that we were both born in St. Petersburg,
Russia, albeit a few years apart. I grew up there and attended all my schooling
there before I went off to college. She didn’t have that luxury, and I wonder
if she isn’t better for it in retrospect. She was born a latent telepath.”
Looking around at the guests, she said “Yes. I said she was born a latent
telepath. To protect her from the Psi Corps, her mother – who became a rogue
telepath – kept moving her from city to city and country to country. Because of
that, she became fluent in a number of languages. She also developed a highly
reliable ability to read people and evaluate them without doing anything more
than observing them as they engaged in conversation. Living her life in public
and being a latent telepath must have been very nerve-racking. To know that in
an instant someone will happily destroy your life and lock you up without your
having any opportunity to defend yourself – and even worse, knowing nobody will
give a tinker’s dam – has to cause one to be diligent to an unbelievable
degree. To make a long story short - she is writing her autobiography, so you
can get the long version there – she has used all those adversities to hers,
the Earth Alliance’s and the Interstellar Alliance’s benefits. Since she was
kind enough to do that, I’m going to be kind enough to pin her new collar
devices on.”
Luchenko turned to face Susan, who came to attention and sharply turned to
face the President. President Luchenko removed the major general collar devices
from Susan’s shirt collar ends. Her husband stepped forward and opened the box
containing the new lieutenant general collar devices. The President carefully
attached them to Susan’s shirt collar ends. She then stepped back Saluted Susan
and offered her hand. Susan smartly returned the salute, shook the President’s
hand and came to rigid attention.
“Susan Ivanova-Wayne it is with great pride that I, with the consent of the
Senate, authorize your appointment to Lieutenant General. It is a temporary
appointment. It will become permanent upon your successful completion of your
present assignment. You will be receiving your appointment to permanent two
star status sometime after the upcoming elections when the Senate reconvenes.”
Keeping her expression completely neutral, Susan replied, “Thank you, Madam
President.”
The guests applauded the President’s speech and actions. Dillon Gordon
smiled and clapped as he remembered that the President had said that this
speech wouldn’t be political. She was as good as her word. He found himself
thinking, after the latter part of the President’s speech and comments that he
really wanted to read General Wayne’s autobiography. He had a feeling it would
be damned interesting.
On a whim, Dillon stood up and asked in a loud voice, “Madam President, who
was the other candidate – the one with the prior commitment?”
Without hesitation, she replied, “John Sheridan. It seems that he’s busy
being the President of the Interstellar Alliance.”
President Luchenko then stepped back and indicated that Susan should step
forward and make any remarks she wished. Susan stepped up behind the podium and
slowly looked at all the faces looking back at her. Then she turned and looked
at the people seated on the stage behind her.
Looking thoughtful, she said, “After giving it much thought, I have to
differ with President Luchenko. There are a great many terms that one can use
to describe my life; however, I personally would never include ‘exciting’
amongst that group of words. Hazardous, most definitely; dangerous, by all
means; dull, far too much of the time; regretful, on too many occasions;
downright drudgery, more than you might imagine; any of a great many other
words, at one time or another – exciting, not a chance in hell. The reasoning
behind this statement is going to be explored at length in my autobiography.
That’s not a plug for the book or books; that’s plain fact. I’ve tried my best
all my life to stay below the radar horizon of everyone’s awareness. When
you’re hiding from an entity like the Psi Corps, the last thing you want to be
is noticed. I understand that I was a child prodigy in music. The fact that I
play a number of different instruments and could read and write music by the
time I learned the alphabet seems to bear that out. I have endeavored to do my
best at all of the various assignments that I have been tasked with over the
years. I’m told that I’ve done a fair job of it. I’m considering my present
assignment and have come to a few conclusions. The two major political parties
don’t want to touch the reorganization of Earthforce with a thirty-meter
flagpole. I believe that they absolutely do not want to deal with the flak this
reorganization is going to generate in all sectors of the economy.
In the past, the legislature dreamed up committees to handle these political
hot potatoes. The problem with that was that there was a paper trail of just
who supported what. This still left the politicians to shoulder some of the
responsibility for the perceived negatives results of these committees’
decisions. Now they have the perfect way to do the dirty work and escape all
responsibility of its negative results. I’m quite sure that they will trumpet
their intimate involvement, however tenuous it might be, in order to take
credit for any positive results of that same dirty work. I get the job, and not
being an elected official, all parties can deny any responsibility for whatever
decisions I make as suits them for their own political purposes. That being
said, I feel that I should make my position perfectly clear.”
Susan hesitated a few moments then continued, “In my honest opinion, our
elected representatives have been bought and paid for by various special
interest groups that feed heavily from the public trough. As I said to begin
with, that is only my own honest opinion. I want to be sure that no one
mistakes my position on politics as it is presently practiced within the Earth
Alliance – keeping in mind that it is far superior to just about all the other
types in the IA and non-aligned worlds – which is this; a career politician is
someone who will haul a roll-away bed down to New York City’s Times Square and
gladly pimp his or her mother/father/offspring/siblings/grandparents and anyone
else necessary in order to stay in power and keep getting re-elected to office.
Keep in mind that this only my own heartfelt opinion. Because of my opinion, I
consider the assignment handed to me to be my declaration of war on the people
who want to keep things the way they are. I consider it to be a ‘take-no-
prisoners’ war. As Senator Mathers said, the only physical injuries anyone is
likely to suffer in this war are paper cuts. I can’t necessarily guarantee the
same for their careers.”
The silence that followed Susan’s statement was total. Only the light breeze
could be heard blowing through the open ends of the hangar.
President Luchenko stepped back up to the podium and said, “Like I said
before, General Wayne is the right person for this assignment.” Smiling at
Susan, the President continued, “I have it on good word that General Wayne is
going to lead her band and the Earthforce orchestra in providing us with a very
short concert for entertainment.”
Without another word, Susan walked up the small set of stairs to the upper
part of the stage where her band and the orchestra were waiting. Dave Eiser,
her bandleader, handed her a sheet of real paper.
“These are what we have been rehearsing with the orchestra the last few
days, Susan. We can play them in any order you wish.”
Susan took off her uniform cap and removed the pins holding her hair in
place. Shaking her hair down, she picked up the acoustic guitar and sat down on
the stool that had been provided. She performed three songs straight out of the
Celtic style music that she loved. Two were of her writing and the third was an
old standard, “Bonny Portmore”.
Looking at her audience, she said, “It would be good if you put the hearing
protection provided to its intended use. We’re about to crank up the volume a
bit.” She signaled the control board operator to increase the volume of the
sound. What followed was almost forty-five minutes of non-stop music. To say
that the hangar rocked would be an understatement. Several orchestra members
looked across the hangar and wondered if the badly shaking windows would still
be there when the concert was over.
As the last of the sound reverberations slowly died out, President Luchenko
got up and walked over to Susan. Removing her hearing protection she said, “I
suppose that is what the youngsters call a rocking concert.”
Dave Eiser said, “I hope you didn’t find it too offensive, Madam President.”
“President Luchenko, may I introduce my bandleader, Dave Eiser?”
“Your music wasn’t offensive, Mr. Eiser. It was, shall we say, a bit
unexpected. I’ve never felt music quite like that before.”
“Admit it, dear. You liked it,” commented her husband.
“You would have had a hell of a musical career, General Wayne; if you’d been
allowed to pursue it,” noted the President.
“You sound much better live than on the recordings, Susan. There is
something about your presence that the recordings don’t quite capture,”
commented General Ames as he and Leftcourt approached.
Susan looked at the generals then at President Luchenko. “Are you ready for
your tour, Madam President?”
“Can they come along?” she asked pointing to the two generals.
“Sure. As long as there is someone to keep General Sanchez from leaving
before I get to talk with him.”
“Let’s go talk with him first, Susan,” said Leftcourt. “You don’t mind if I
borrow her for a few minutes do you, Madam President?”
“You go do that, Tom. I want to have a few minutes with General Zaleski.”
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President Luchenko, trailed by her security guards, walked off to talk with
General Zaleski while Susan, Leftcourt and Ames went to talk with Secretary
Egan and General Sanchez.
On the way, Leftcourt looked at Susan and said, “What you said about
politicians up on that stage isn’t likely to win you too many friends in the
legislature, Susan.”
“It wasn’t meant to, General Leftcourt. I’m going to have to fight with
every one of them; so, they might as well know where they stand with me to
begin with.”
“You do know most of them supported your assignment to the Department of
Design and Procurement and your subsequent advancement, don’t you?” asked Ames.
“General Ames, they supported me because it allows them to escape their
responsibilities. You don’t really think I’m so naďve as to believe they
supported me because of any belief in me, do you?”
“No. Not at all. The President wanted you for what you bring to the job – a
set of unmatched skills and you are as stubborn as she is.”
“Do you have any idea where you will be if you finish this assignment
successfully, Susan?” asked Leftcourt.
“In a deeper swamp and up to my ass in larger alligators if I heard her
correctly.”
“Yes, but where would you have to be to actually head up the complete
reorganization of the remainder of Earthforce?”
Susan looked him with a questioning look. “I have no idea, General
Leftcourt.”
“Tom’s looking forward to retirement in the next couple of years, Susan.
Just as soon as he and Luchenko can find someone suitable to replace him,”
commented Ames.
“There must be several dozen senior general officers drooling over the
prospect of that assignment,” she noted.
“There are, but the President, the present JCS, and I want someone with the
qualifications necessary to allow him or her to make sure we fit into our niche
in the Interstellar Alliance. Someone who has experience working with both the
military and civilian power brokers of other member races.”
Susan suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked at both men. Realization
slowly overtook her thought patterns. “You’ll have an insurrection on your
hands, General Leftcourt.”
“I don’t think so. I expect that you and your anonymous supporters will have
long ago dealt with those factions by the time my retirement rolls around. I’m
sure they’ll either be canned or retired,” he responded.
“You people seem to be putting a hell of a lot of faith in me and my
anonymous supporters.”
“We’re simply betting on your track record. To date that’s been rather
impressive,” noted Ames.
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President Luchenko shook hands with General Zaleski and his wife. “I am
sorry that your retirement ceremony was cut short, General Zaleski. Someone
with your long record of service to the Earthforce deserves better.”
“There is a small ceremony scheduled for my people at the Officers Club at
1300 hours, Madam President. This morning was General Wayne’s moment in the
sun. My chief of staff and I have been wondering exactly why she was ordered in
as my replacement. You answered that question quite nicely.”
“You do see why the status of your former command was upgraded.”
“Of course. You’re asking more of her than we even imagined. You are correct
in your assessment that no supply officer has the depth and breadth of
experience for the tasks you have set down for her. I’m just glad that I don’t
have to try and do them.”
“Until this morning, even she had no real idea of exactly what we truly
expect of her. Now that she knows, I’m betting she wishes she had resigned when
she had the chance.”
“Madam President. Was the entertainment this morning your doing?” asked
Zaleski’s wife.
“No, Mrs. Zaleski. It was Earthforce PAO Colonel Jake Carns’ idea. He thinks
it can be used in future Earthforce recruitment efforts. We’re going to use
General Wayne in the upcoming commercials.”
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Susan, Leftcourt, and Ames approached General Sanchez and Secretary Egan.
“Good morning Secretary Egan, General Sanchez,” said Susan cordially. “It’s
a pleasant surprise to see you here, General Sanchez. I’m so pleased that you
cared enough to attend.”
Susan shook hands with Egan and then said, “Gentlemen. I need to have a few
minutes alone with General Sanchez. General Sanchez, I think we can use the
back seat of that limousine over there.”
Sanchez wanted to decline, but he couldn’t think of any way to do so without
having to answer at least a dozen questions that he didn’t want to answer.
Susan sent the limousine driver for a walk and she and Sanchez climbed into the
back seat of the car.
Inside the car with the door closed, Susan looked at Sanchez and the smile
was gone from her face.
“I don’t know what you expect to gain from this talk, Susan,” said Sanchez.
“Number one, you don’t ever use my first name again, you mealy-mouthed
weasel bastard!” she spat.
“I don’t give a damn how many stars they give you, you don’t speak to me
like that!” he spat back.
The crack of her backhanding him across the mouth stopped his response. His
face hurt from his chin to his receding hairline. He used his tongue to check
for loose or broken teeth.
With fury showing on her face, Susan said through gritted teeth. “If I kill
you right here and now, I have nothing to lose, you low down son-of-a-bitch. I
know you authorized your lapdog, Major Brown, to arrange for my murder. If you
try to deny it, I’ll rip your mind into shreds. I’m not telekinetic to the best
of my knowledge, but I can still induce a massive stroke into your brain. Don’t
give me the spiel that scanning you is illegal. Authorizing my murder is rather
illegal.”
“Nothing you know is admissible in a court of law,” he smiled.
“You’re more stupid than I imagined, if you think I’m going to bother with
the authorities and legalities. I don’t need anything but a few minutes with
you to destroy your mind, and what do you know; here we are, all alone,” now
she was smiling and there was no humor in it.
“You wouldn’t.” he said, a tremor finding its way into his voice.
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Susan exited the car and talked with the driver, who immediately got into
the vehicle and drove off. Susan walked back to where Leftcourt, Egan and Ames
were waiting.
“General Sanchez said he was feeling tired. The driver is taking him to the
BOQ. We can talk with him after we return from touring my whitestar.”
Her use of the phrase ‘my whitestar’, didn’t go unnoticed.
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END PART 30
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