Following the development of the Flettner Ion Drive in the late 21st Century, the first of mankind's interstellar migrations began. Initially, exploration vessels crewed by pilots, scientists, soldiers, technicians and medical personnel were sent to star systems that could well have planets capable of supporting life and human colonization. Many were never heard from again.
Such was the case of the exploration vessel 'Copernicus' which discovered an earth style planet the size of Jupiter in the Beta Capricorni system and finding it habitable established a colony there. They later discovered the planets threatening characteristics, but a malfunction in the ships ion drive stranded them for two generations and when it was finally repaired, there was no interest in returning 'home' to Old Earth. The planet of New Berne was home.
So it was on a warm spring day in the season of planting...
Provost Lieutenant Jared Burkhalter lifted from the roof of Sky Police Precinct 17 until he reached desired altitude, switched from duct fans to props and circled above the towers of Magritte City before heading out on routine patrol. Below him stretched fields of grain, vegetables, spices and other comestibles. In other fields farm machinery moved busily sewing the spring crops.
Jared had spent his youth and adolescence on a farm such as these, enlisting as a private in the Sky Police when he turned eighteen, and then making it a career. He felt a twinge of nostalgia each time he flew over the Farming Continent where his father and brothers still worked the soil in the rhythm of the seasons.
He placed the aero cruiser on autopilot and drew a cup of coffee from the bulkhead dispenser. The warmth of the twin suns through the armorglass barbette felt good on his skin as he sipped from his thermocup and watched the clouds scud across the azure sky. Lulled by the warmth and familiar chitter of the cruisers instruments; he was jolted into wakefulness when the alert signal buzzed harshly.
"Mayday, Mayday, Stratoliner Gainsborough requesting assistance, we are being attacked by an unknown..." The signal was cut off, but Jared had a locator beam fix on the craft, engaged the duct fans and props and sent the cruiser at full speed in the liners direction.
As he approached the Gainsborough she did not seem damaged, but he was unable to establish radio contact. The massive liner was shaped as his own craft as the design had proven most efficient and aerodynamic in Berne's atmosphere; an oblong pancake shape, tapered at the edges, rising in the center, control cabin forward, engines on nacelles aft, ducted lift fans set on the fuselage edges and retractable landing gear.
Settling onto the forward landing pad, Jared could see groups of passengers standing about in the observation blisters, some pointing at his cruiser, all appearing agitated. Entering a hatch, going down a ladder and striding through an access tunnel, he opened a door and entered the control cabin. A man in uniform with captain's stripes came to meet him.
"The pirates are gone, Lieutenant. Robbed the safe and the passengers, shot up the communicator console and took off. There were ten of them armed with snapfire rifles and repeater pistols. Their ship fired across our bow and told us to hover while they came aboard on duct fan jump packs. No one resisted. They got what they wanted and left.
"We were carrying the payroll for the Miners Cooperative in Kandinsky City, 390,000 rands, plus who knows how much taken from the passengers. They wore gloves, boots, coveralls and opaque masks, can't even be sure of their sex or anything else. They seemed to know exactly..."
He paused as the cabin door opened and a dark green uniformed figure entered. She was tall, with close cropped blonde hair, blue eyes, generous figure and her lips set in grim determination. She came to a stop, stood at attention and announced "Lieutenant Sondergarrd, Planetary Marines."
"Thanks for coming, Lieutenant," Jared replied, "The captain's been filling me in on what happened."
His brown eyes met her blue and a flicker of recognition passed between them. The captain and crew on the bridge could never have guessed the two officers were lovers of long standing, refraining from marriage for the sake of their careers, but passionately devoted to each other.
The captain repeated what he'd told Jared, and then continued "They appeared to know the ship inside and out, and moved with well drilled precision. The whole operation took less than twenty minutes."
"What sort of craft did they arrive in?" Jared asked.
The captain shook his head in bewilderment, "A pirate ship."
"A pirate ship," Lieutenant Sondergarrd repeated, "What do you mean when you say a pirate ship?"
"I mean a pirate ship," the captain replied emphatically, "Sails, hull, mizzenmast, poop deck, cannon ports, cannons; the works, even pirate flags fluttering from the stern and topmast. Don't look at me like that, we all saw it. It was something out of a history book, or 'Treasure Island'."
"Impossible," Jared exclaimed. "Ships can't fly and a craft such as the one you described couldn't last ten minutes on the Emerald Ocean or the Sea of Storms. Could you see any ducted fans or props? How did it fly?"
"There were no visible means of propulsion," the captain replied, "It just hung there. We have security cameras throughout the ship and on the hull. We'll cut copies of the discs for both of you. It was eerie, after the pirates returned to their ship, it sailed away neat as you please and disappeared." He mopped his blue-black face with a handkerchief and his brown eyes had a puzzled look to them, "I've been with the Trans-Polar Line for seventeen years and I've never seen anything like this."
"Nor has anyone else, I wager," Lieutenant Sondergarrd replied. "We're going to need copies of those discs ASAP, Captain... ?"
"Mideska, Negasso Mideska, Senior Ships Captain, Trans-Polar lines. Bosun Schmidt!"
"I'll need two copies of the security cam recording disks for the Lieutenants ASAP."
"ASAP, aye aye," He hurried off to another compartment.
"Stay the course and increase speed three quarters, helmsman," Negasso barked, "We've a schedule to keep."
"On course and increasing speed three quarters, aye aye," was the response. The deck vibrated under their feet as the props bit more deeply into the thick air and the Gainsborough surged smoothly forward.
"Would you care to have a cup of tea or coffee in the ships' mess?" Negasso said. "I'd join you, but I better see to the passengers. The pursers already handing out forms to record losses and any statements the passengers wish to make. I'll make those available as well."
The ships' mess was occupied, so Jared and Freya held hands under the table after a steward had brought them their tea.
"Has it been a week already?" she said, caressing his hand.
"Seems a lot longer," he replied, returning the caress. "Are the spring maneuvers over yet?"
"Another four days. We're working the bugs out of a new model robotank. One went wild and crushed the Generals personal flyabout two days ago." She chuckled, "I thought old Spit and Polish was going to burst a blood vessel."
"I have a cabin reserved on the Forest Continent whenever you can get away."
"Mmmm, a whole week alone with you in a remote cabin, whatever shall we do for fun?"
"For starters, we could..." Two crewmen sat at the table next to them and Jared changed the subject, "What do you make of this pirate ship business?"
"Mass hallucination, possibly a holographic image superimposed on a conventional airship, we'll know more when we see those discs."
"I want to see the passengers' comments on those forms. Someone may have noticed something that would be useful. How did you become involved in this?"
"They carried weapons, remember? That's a violation of the Covenants so we're automatically notified. I saw you were here and pulled rank in the investigation. I've missed you."
"I've missed you too." They caressed hands, sipped their tea and looked longingly at each other until a crewman brought them copies of the discs. They kissed and hugged in the access tunnel, then boarded their craft and were away.
"There's no doubt about it," Patrol Colonel Flaherty O'Hanrahan said, tossing a sheaf of glossy solidos on his desk, "It's a pirate ship alright. How in Buddha's name can it float in the air like that?"
"I remembered something from the academy when we were studying propulsion systems," Jared began. "When Samsonov perfected her Magnetic Motor, she mentioned that her research into Unified Field Theory and Electromagnetism indicated that it would be theoretically possible to nullify gravity using the motor's induction coils, but never pursued it further. The rush was on to get the cities airborne before the next planetquake."
"It seems someone has taken the time to complete her research," O' Hanrahan replied. "But why not market an antigravity device instead of building a pirate ship and robbing people. You'd be famous and neck deep in rands in nothing flat."
"Sometimes people do things just because they can," Jared said. "Once we catch whoever's doing this then we can determine their motivation."
The visiphone on Flaherty's desk buzzed and the visage of a bearded young man appeared.
.... There is more of this story ...