Chapters (19)
- CHAPTER ONE COLUMBUS DAY
- CHAPTER TWO DEPLOYMENT
- CHAPTER THREE CAMP ALPHA
- CHAPTER FOUR PARADISE
- CHAPTER FIVE INTEL
- CHAPTER SIX FORT ARROW
- CHAPTER SEVEN COLONEL
- CHAPTER EIGHT PLANTING POTATOES
- CHAPTER NINE JAIL
- CHAPTER TEN SKIPPY
- CHAPTER ELEVEN AWAY BOARDERS
- CHAPTER TWELVE MERRY BAND OF PIRATES
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN FLYING DUTCHMAN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN SPACE SUITS
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN RAID
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN HOME
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN IDLE HANDS
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN TICKING CLOCK
- CHAPTER NINETEEN OUTBOUND
We drove quietly for a while, me scanning through reports, Parks and Olafson occasionally whispering to each other in the front. Our position as the third vehicle in the convoy meant we alternated between rolling the windows up to keep out the dust, and rolling them down to let out the heat. The morning had been cool, now the temperature was heating up rapidly as we drove across the flat farmland. Our destination was an area recently evacuated by the Ruhar, where we planned to strip the remains of their abandoned crops out of the ground, prepare the topsoil, and plant our own seeds. Recently evacuated, and grudgingly evacuated. The area had been the responsibility of the Indian Army; according to the reports I was reading, they'd had to physically remove hamster families from their homes, and there had been a firefight in which an Indian soldier died and two were seriously injured. The whole situation on Paradise was precarious; the Kristang still held the high ground, although with only one destroyer and a frigate upstairs. Ruhar were still evacuating offworld, often resisting, with increasing incidents of sabotage against UNEF. There was crowding at the elevator base station, UNEF had to set up a refugee camp there, and the logistics of keeping hamsters supplied and under control were driving UNEF HQ to distraction. Ruhar transport starships were still arriving at the top of the elevator to take their people away, arriving late, no longer on a regular schedule, and in fewer numbers, escorted by a thin screen of Kristang warships and loading frantically, hurriedly along by the Kristang who were wary of another Ruhar raid. On the ground, UNEF was more concerned about survival, specifically our food supply, than about getting every last hamster offworld. Hamster communities had gone from cooperative, to grudging, to active resistance and sabotage. The sabotage went beyond disabling trucks that were supposed to be used to evacuate hamsters from their villages; bridges were blown up, making it difficult or impossible to evacuate by land. UNEF began using barges, figuring no one could blow up a river, but river transport was slow and took a roundabout route, requiring more supplies for the longer journey. Flying hamsters around was an expensive option, and with increased flights, aircraft needed more down time for maintenance, which created a downward cycle of aircraft availability. The reports I read didn't have any good answers about what was the best way to continue the evac mission, other than that UNEF needed to keep the hamsters moving steadily along, as quickly as possible. The more land was cleared of hamsters, the more UNEF could concentrate forces and exert tighter control over the remaining Ruhar population.
Equipment maintenance schedules and availability. That was something I'd never had to concern myself with before, now that I was an officer, a senior officer, I was supposed to know this shit. Know it, consider it, think about it, come up with solutions and implement them. Me.