Democracy's Light

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“Emergence,” the helm officer said. “Captain, we have emerged precisely in the designated emergence zone.”

Captain Martin Salaam smiled as the cruiser reverted to normal space, so gently that all he felt was a twist in his stomach. “Excellent,” he said, as the display started to fill up with icons. The flicker drive made precision impossible — which was why designated emergence zones were so vast, even by interplanetary standards — but the helmsman had done well. He’d also been lucky. “Communications, transmit our IFF and the data packet to System Command.”

“Aye, sir,” the communications officer said. By now, the defenders of Cottbus would be responding to the unscheduled arrival of the cruiser squadron, although they would probably suspect its purpose. Cottbus might be several thousand light years from Earth, but they would know about the Rebellion and quite probably about the Fall of Earth. “I’ve transmitted the signal.”

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