Resurrection (The Inherited War) by Eric McMeins

voice.
    “Whoa, whoa.  Slow down for a minute.  First of all he won’t tell anyone about this, and you are acting as Cole’s second in command, not as a Nixa citizen.  Secondly, your father has been Prime Administrator for what, fifty years now?  He can handle himself, don’t worry about him.”  Thalo walked over and placed his hand on the opposite shoulder that Jeth‘s was on.
    She had her next question written all over her face.  This time it was Thalo’s turn to stop her before she started.  “He won’t say anything to anyone because as slimy as he is, he is still a male and he has his pride.  He isn’t about to go shouting to the media about how a little girl beat him up.  Now he may go through unofficial channels to exact his revenge, but as long as you stay with me and Jeth, or any of our people or on board the ships, you will be in the safest place in the galaxy.  Your father and family have all those security agents and top of the line security systems.  They will be fine.”  He patted her shoulder one last time and turned to go back to the cockpit.
    “He is right this time, don’t tell him I said that.”  Jeth attempted to whisper to her.
    “I heard that.” Thalo shouted from the front of the ship.
    “He will never let me forget that I said that.  As much as it hurts to say it he is right and you did what I would have done if a leader of my world acted the way he did.  Do not be ashamed.  We will make sure that you have a pair of Worlders with you at all times.”  That was the most Sky had heard Jeth say in one speech before.  She reached up and gripped his hand in silent thanks.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 6
     
    Approximately 20,000 years ago
     
                  Jarrod sat in his chair and fumed.  Of all the things that could have gone wrong, this was the worst.  His plans had been advancing nicely up to this point.  He was moving his pieces around the galaxy and the outcome was favorable.  Until today.  He had just received word that the site chosen for the location of the shipyards and dry docks had been compromised.  Not just compromised, but utterly destroyed.
                  It had almost been finished when, by pure chance, an Esii battle fleet and a Roche assault fleet jumped into the hidden bases system.  The enemy had overwhelmed the base’s defenses and annihilated everything in the system.
                  He had to start over from scratch.  It cost him time.  He would have to move back their final attack on the Esii by months, if not years.  He would have to send out new teams to quickly find a new site and build a new force of labor drones to do the actual building.  He would have to design a totally new instillation based on the new location.
                  This hurt, and it would continue hurting.  The Worlders couldn’t hope to continue the fight for so long without aid.  He would have to shift more of his people and technologies to the front lines.  That meant more dead and more time lost.  It also meant less of his people for the final assault.
                  It was time to play his hidden piece.  He had hoped to not use them, but he had little choice now.  He brought up a holo of the galaxy and selected a planet on the opposite side of the galaxy from where he was.  It grew to fill the space the galaxy had just been in.  Its atmosphere was filled with clouds, so much so that no planetary features could be seen.
                  The planet had no name, just a designator and a warning. Keep away.  They had listed the planet as having a caustic atmosphere and dangerous natural inhabitants that were little more than thinking pools of acid based life.  Defense platforms had been erected and placed around the planet to keep any unwanted visitors to check the veracity of the warning. It was a lie.  The planet’s atmosphere