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Story: Defiant
When he didn’t change, when he was firm, others began to ask too. This was the problem with their protocol. So long as the question was reasonable, it could infect them. Others pushed through, providing an answer to smother his question.
She can destroy us,they thought.She is danger.
“Why?”
The somewhere. The somewhere. A being of two worlds. She can…
She could bring the somewhere into this place. In force. She could make time move.
And now he had the solution.
She spanned both realms. Somewhere and nowhere. She couldbring to this place time, motion, and annihilation. If she brought the somewhere in force, the thin protection the delvers had against their pain would wear out. It was flimsy. It wasn’t meant to last, but itcouldsurvive here, outside time.
And without it, like blood seeping through a bandage, the pain would come. The delvers would be paralyzed.
Poor things. He knew them enough now to empathize. But he was…well, if not a soldier, then a soldier’s friend. He knew this had to be done. Unfortunately, Spensa had been cut off from her powers again.
He could feel her though. So he waited until Brade inevitably called to the delvers, which weakened the barrier, making it easier to get through to Spensa. In that moment, he got a single word through:Hey!
She didn’t reply. He sensed only a fogginess from her, far thicker than he’d felt before. Unfortunately, that meant he had to make his own plan.
How fun! And how daunting!
Having agency was kind of terrible, actually. But he settled on a solution for now. And that was the time-honored battle strategy of stalling.
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GRAN-GRAN
“Sir,” Beowulf said from Becca’s side. “This last order—”
“Is authorized by command,” Becca said, right hand feeling at her map. “Report to your transport and leave the ship.”
“We can’t abandon theDefiant!” Beowulf said.
“The computer can handle the rest of the maneuvers,” Becca said. “Obey your orders, Lieutenant.”
No footsteps. Becca was about to reiterate her order when she felt the younger man embrace her. A sudden, unexpected warmth in this difficult time.
“Go,” Becca said. “Now.”
The final member of the bridge crew retreated, footsteps sounding loudly when he reached the uncarpeted hallway outside. Checking her map, Becca saw that the starfighters were following her commands—pulling away, as if driven into chaos by the enemy. Half backward, half forward, feigning disorganization. Feigning fear. But actually approaching the inhibitor stations behind the ship, talking to their slugs, pleading with them.
That left theDefiant—the newly rebuilt symbol of their people—alone and undefended. Becca took her hand from the map and stoodup, new carpet scrunching underfoot. She stared ahead, toward the enemy she knew was there beyond the hull, beyond the vacuum, watching from her own side.
“Come on,” Becca said. “You’ve thrown everything you have at killing me. Here I am.”
Her hull shook as the ship, using an automated firing pattern, launched barrage after barrage as it withdrew—too slowly. Only one engine was on out of the four, and sparks sprayed from another. Because Becca herself had ordered explosives detonated there. A classic feint, pretending they were breaking down from pushing their equipment too hard.
TheDefiantwas a symbol, yes. And as a symbol, it represented something. A concept that would not die no matter how many ships were destroyed.
The enemy general didn’t realize this. They’d proved it by committing so much to attacking the ship. Now Becca provided what that distant general hoped to see: fighters scattering outward and abandoning the flagship. Transports fleeing.
A beleaguered vessel, so tempting.
“Come on,” Becca said, as she turned the ship as if to flee for safety. “You think you’ve beaten me. Now come in for the kill. I dare you.”
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She can destroy us,they thought.She is danger.
“Why?”
The somewhere. The somewhere. A being of two worlds. She can…
She could bring the somewhere into this place. In force. She could make time move.
And now he had the solution.
She spanned both realms. Somewhere and nowhere. She couldbring to this place time, motion, and annihilation. If she brought the somewhere in force, the thin protection the delvers had against their pain would wear out. It was flimsy. It wasn’t meant to last, but itcouldsurvive here, outside time.
And without it, like blood seeping through a bandage, the pain would come. The delvers would be paralyzed.
Poor things. He knew them enough now to empathize. But he was…well, if not a soldier, then a soldier’s friend. He knew this had to be done. Unfortunately, Spensa had been cut off from her powers again.
He could feel her though. So he waited until Brade inevitably called to the delvers, which weakened the barrier, making it easier to get through to Spensa. In that moment, he got a single word through:Hey!
She didn’t reply. He sensed only a fogginess from her, far thicker than he’d felt before. Unfortunately, that meant he had to make his own plan.
How fun! And how daunting!
Having agency was kind of terrible, actually. But he settled on a solution for now. And that was the time-honored battle strategy of stalling.
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GRAN-GRAN
“Sir,” Beowulf said from Becca’s side. “This last order—”
“Is authorized by command,” Becca said, right hand feeling at her map. “Report to your transport and leave the ship.”
“We can’t abandon theDefiant!” Beowulf said.
“The computer can handle the rest of the maneuvers,” Becca said. “Obey your orders, Lieutenant.”
No footsteps. Becca was about to reiterate her order when she felt the younger man embrace her. A sudden, unexpected warmth in this difficult time.
“Go,” Becca said. “Now.”
The final member of the bridge crew retreated, footsteps sounding loudly when he reached the uncarpeted hallway outside. Checking her map, Becca saw that the starfighters were following her commands—pulling away, as if driven into chaos by the enemy. Half backward, half forward, feigning disorganization. Feigning fear. But actually approaching the inhibitor stations behind the ship, talking to their slugs, pleading with them.
That left theDefiant—the newly rebuilt symbol of their people—alone and undefended. Becca took her hand from the map and stoodup, new carpet scrunching underfoot. She stared ahead, toward the enemy she knew was there beyond the hull, beyond the vacuum, watching from her own side.
“Come on,” Becca said. “You’ve thrown everything you have at killing me. Here I am.”
Her hull shook as the ship, using an automated firing pattern, launched barrage after barrage as it withdrew—too slowly. Only one engine was on out of the four, and sparks sprayed from another. Because Becca herself had ordered explosives detonated there. A classic feint, pretending they were breaking down from pushing their equipment too hard.
TheDefiantwas a symbol, yes. And as a symbol, it represented something. A concept that would not die no matter how many ships were destroyed.
The enemy general didn’t realize this. They’d proved it by committing so much to attacking the ship. Now Becca provided what that distant general hoped to see: fighters scattering outward and abandoning the flagship. Transports fleeing.
A beleaguered vessel, so tempting.
“Come on,” Becca said, as she turned the ship as if to flee for safety. “You think you’ve beaten me. Now come in for the kill. I dare you.”
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