Chronicles of Athena Lee 6 Imperial Subversion Read Online Free
Author: T S Paul
Tags: Science-Fiction, Space Opera, Military, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Teen & Young Adult, Space Fleet, Colonization
Agent Black looked back down at the body on the floor. Blood was now trickling down the drain in the floor. “OK, bring in team 3. Have agent Red start gathering his materials. I think that this conference needs an explosive opening.”
Chapter 4
I don’t believe that I have ever, in my life, worked this hard! Freedom Station, once known as Legation Station, was to be the host for a conference of visiting planetary representatives. Many former PPL planets were gathering here along with new planets that were all suffering under a common plague: crime, corruption, and piracy. The Revolution that began on our planet had spiraled out and many planet’s had heard our call to action.
The Imperial Sector Governors were out of control. Pirates roamed the space-ways at will, the Navy was ineffective against them. Crime syndicates had moved in on many planets and were setting up Casino’s and houses of ill repute everywhere. Large corporations were taking over family farms and pushing local merchants out of business. The Governor’s were seizing property and assets with the flimsiest of excuses. Planetary values and our ways of life were at stake. How this region of space had slid so far, in the time that I was gone, boggles the mind. To me it had sounded like a planned attack. Minerva had proved it. Now, the politicians get to talk about it!
As the Chief Engineer for the Station and the only ‘real’ engineer present I was running around like crazy authorizing repairs and/or repairing systems left and right. With an ensign that I picked up from personnel trailing behind me, I was currently on my way down to the engine room. When this station was built, orbital engines were installed to allow it to be moved or hold position in case of a meteor storm. I found myself standing before the large hulking engines. They looked to be around 30 years old. The design was originally for a Navy dreadnought that had not been built. The engines were modified and transferred to this station. From an engineering perspective they were really cool. I was down here because a fusion tank alarm had gone off up on the bridge deck. The sensor was one that did not match any of our known units. I had traced it to here. According to the engineering records, the massive engines had not been removed due to their size and age. Checking the fusion tanks I discovered that they were full. A small sensor had become corroded and had needed replacing. I made a note to see if we could dismantle the engines. The fusion material might be usable in some of the smaller craft.
I had just finished with the engines and was checking the maintenance records when my link chimed. “Yes?”
“Athena, can you check the garbage compactor section? For some reason every time the button is pushed nothing happens.” My sister sounded a bit stressed.
“Min I can get on that right now. Are you OK? You sound a bit tense.”
“I’m fine, sis. Thanks for caring. Too much is happening all at once with the conference and things.”
“Well, hang in there. I’m on my way to the garbage section.”
I turned to Ensign Stone. “Come on Jasper, no rest for the wicked.”
Taking one last look at the ancient looking engines I left the section and hurried to the lifts.
The garbage processing unit was probably as old as the engine room. Both units had been installed in the original station core. Large crushing units surrounded a core collection area that processed the organic and inorganic wastes. All organic wastes such as body matter, kitchen waste, and such things as paper was collected in a large vat. Enzymes broke it down into a liquid sludge which was pumped up to the hydroponics area for use as fertilizer. Inorganic waste was separated into types of metals and chemicals. Compactors either crushed and compacted it into bricks or separated it into liquid vials. These units were then sold as raw material.
Chapter 4
I don’t believe that I have ever, in my life, worked this hard! Freedom Station, once known as Legation Station, was to be the host for a conference of visiting planetary representatives. Many former PPL planets were gathering here along with new planets that were all suffering under a common plague: crime, corruption, and piracy. The Revolution that began on our planet had spiraled out and many planet’s had heard our call to action.
The Imperial Sector Governors were out of control. Pirates roamed the space-ways at will, the Navy was ineffective against them. Crime syndicates had moved in on many planets and were setting up Casino’s and houses of ill repute everywhere. Large corporations were taking over family farms and pushing local merchants out of business. The Governor’s were seizing property and assets with the flimsiest of excuses. Planetary values and our ways of life were at stake. How this region of space had slid so far, in the time that I was gone, boggles the mind. To me it had sounded like a planned attack. Minerva had proved it. Now, the politicians get to talk about it!
As the Chief Engineer for the Station and the only ‘real’ engineer present I was running around like crazy authorizing repairs and/or repairing systems left and right. With an ensign that I picked up from personnel trailing behind me, I was currently on my way down to the engine room. When this station was built, orbital engines were installed to allow it to be moved or hold position in case of a meteor storm. I found myself standing before the large hulking engines. They looked to be around 30 years old. The design was originally for a Navy dreadnought that had not been built. The engines were modified and transferred to this station. From an engineering perspective they were really cool. I was down here because a fusion tank alarm had gone off up on the bridge deck. The sensor was one that did not match any of our known units. I had traced it to here. According to the engineering records, the massive engines had not been removed due to their size and age. Checking the fusion tanks I discovered that they were full. A small sensor had become corroded and had needed replacing. I made a note to see if we could dismantle the engines. The fusion material might be usable in some of the smaller craft.
I had just finished with the engines and was checking the maintenance records when my link chimed. “Yes?”
“Athena, can you check the garbage compactor section? For some reason every time the button is pushed nothing happens.” My sister sounded a bit stressed.
“Min I can get on that right now. Are you OK? You sound a bit tense.”
“I’m fine, sis. Thanks for caring. Too much is happening all at once with the conference and things.”
“Well, hang in there. I’m on my way to the garbage section.”
I turned to Ensign Stone. “Come on Jasper, no rest for the wicked.”
Taking one last look at the ancient looking engines I left the section and hurried to the lifts.
The garbage processing unit was probably as old as the engine room. Both units had been installed in the original station core. Large crushing units surrounded a core collection area that processed the organic and inorganic wastes. All organic wastes such as body matter, kitchen waste, and such things as paper was collected in a large vat. Enzymes broke it down into a liquid sludge which was pumped up to the hydroponics area for use as fertilizer. Inorganic waste was separated into types of metals and chemicals. Compactors either crushed and compacted it into bricks or separated it into liquid vials. These units were then sold as raw material.
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