Natotevaal. War Chronicle
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They are fighting for their race, their land, their families, but by chance they will have to take part in battles of a totally different level.
In childhood, joyfully shooting the space fleet of «the evil empire» on cheap game consoles, the novel's characters naively believed that monstrous plans of «Star Wars» would be carried out somewhere far away from Earth and certainly never dreamed of being at the forefront of these space wars, but soon… In a while they are going to find themselves taking part in a totally different war:
“Getting out from a pile of floppy disks and coils of a collapsed rack of the archive, Whitehouse was anxiously listening to the established silence.
The emitter of «Das Rhein» was quiet.
Mackliff was pottering about nearby, «Yes, it has been a long time I was hit in the face like that…»– he said, letting trickles of blood pour into the weightlessness down his smashed nose.
The speaker of internal communication rustled again:
– ‘Das Rhein’ calls up ‘Independence’, ‘Das Rhein’ calls up ‘Independence’.
Raumwaffe Colonel Manfred von Conrad speaking…As a result of penetration of a cumulative rocket, depressurization of all compartments has occurred. I beg permission to move to your Shuttle.
Whitehouse approached the microphone as quickly as it was possible:
– Yes, hurry up. We will open the lower gateway.
German astronauts appeared in ten painfully long minutes.
Covers of cadmium suits were torn apart; glass of pressure helmets was smoke-stained, identification badges looked faded.
Their eyes were empty, staring at one point. Their faces looked like the astronauts have just returned from the underworld. There were four of them, Colonel von Conrad, Navigator Eichberger and board gunner Hoffman, who was laid next to the fourth, Matthias Leiseheld, whose body was inside a funeral package with a small black-and-red-and-yellow flag pinned to the chest.
He was killed when one of the missiles hit the emitter tower.
– Well, what do we do now? – Eichberger asked gloomily.
– Allah Akbar. That's what. – Von Conrad looked up at his Navigator with his dull eyes, reddened from capillary bleeding, and brushed the edge of his hand across his throat.
A game of this self-confident giant with legless midgets went on for several minutes, after which the remaining Stergs were turned into rubble with a few exact salvos.
– Now, that’s what I call real war! – Von Conrad broke the deathly silence and clapped his hands. – Bravo, Swertz.”
Soon the soldiers from Earth will become space soldiers, the recruits of Natotevaal, and the victory or the defeat of the space race, for which they have decided to fight, will depend only from them.
This is where the author gets a chance to study human psychology and behavior in new, seemingly improbable situations.
Heroes will act in a new reality for them, which is hard to perceive, even in terms of technology – even though the author smartly describes all the technical details, they are not presented as a contrived conglomeration of terms, although composed in the form of a document:
“Digital Coded Telegram NO5
Commander of the «Independence VH-O» group,
yagd Audun Tskugol.
Regarding the raider «Krovur»:
During the battle for Terhoma in the Blue Plume area, sector A55S00; sub-sector 354 the following features of the raider «Krovur» were detected;
– The raider is a plate-shaped aircraft with two modes: cruiser and combat.
-in cruiser mode its body is solid, has a radius of 4.7 Krs and an average thickness of 1.01 Kr.
-in combat mode, a remote cabin separates from the central part of the body, leaving a 2.1 Kr radius void and the raider turns into a toroidal body.
At the time of the fight its cabin, which is a standalone warship moves away at a safe distance.
About ten objects get separated from the main body simultaneously; they most likely perform the repeater functions of the cabin because a variety of interference and communication blocks are commonly used in combat.
-Repeaters, due to their small size are survivable against the enemy; they line up in a chain which connects both parts of «Krovur».
-experts believe that the ‘swarming fly’ maneuvers are only possible due to a radically new type of engine, different from the megrasine ones.
«Krovur» probably has gravitational driving force, which is two or more artificial groups, asynchronously rotating inside the computer by thickening the rim, which is no more than a looped-through accelerator channel.
This allows «Krovur» to change the direction of the flight instantly, along and across its body, which is almost unattainable for our «cigar-shaped» vessels.”
However, the scientific and technical achievements, no matter how incredible they are, do not cancel or devalue human emotions and qualities – the duty of friendship, loyalty, personal courage and honor – these feelings are eternal and timeless.The strength of these feelings will be time-proved, and it will depend only on the hero whether these tests will end up with victory of the spirit or shame.
Therefore, when we read the list of the fallen Natotevaal recruits, we see an eternal granite plate in front of our eyes with names of the heroes of the Second World War, and this feeling is intensified with a Russian name of one of the characters:
Jean Batiste Dunois,
Wolf Lauer Hoffman,
Otto Franz Eichberger,
And the soldiers of Natotevaal:
Alexander Vladimirovich Dybal.
God bless their souls,
And the souls of all the commandos from Earth,
Who have fallen in Natotevaal.”
A detailed analysis of various aspects of science fiction as a phenomenon of literature and philosophy, that precedes the story about the novel of A.Demidov was not accidental.
This novel, written over ten years ago, not only did not lose its sharpness and relevance, but, on the contrary, is intended to be a significant milestone for all intelligent readers.
For all those who are still interested in secrets of space and the dual and contradictory role of scientific progress in modern society, and feelings of the characters who undergo the hardest tests of courage, devotion to duty and humanity.
Moreover, the novel «Chronicle of Natotevaal» has the potential to become a cult product for fans of science fiction – it is imbued with romance of heroism, great sense of humor and it is literally impossible to break away from reading it.
But, nevertheless, the novel is anything but entertaining light reading: the author raises complex issues of science, politics, philosophy and moral before his heroes and the readers.
In the tradition of the best works of fiction of the 20th century, Andrey Demidov reveals the unknown in his novel, something that might either happen tomorrow or will never happen at all.
The author clearly highlights the difficulty of the way to complex, unknown future – it is a long and difficult path, with mistakes and defeats on the way; and the victory will not be easy, but endured, with a promise of new ways and new challenges.
To many of the questions posed by Andrey Demidov in the novel «Chronicle of Natotevaal» humanity does not yet have sufficiently complete and convincing answers.
Humanity will search for these answers as long as it exists; it is obliged to, if we want to go forward, not blindly.
Searching through fiction in particular, and the book you now hold in your hands will become a reliable, but demanding assistant, and possibly – your spiritual guide to a modern, distorted world.
Because “imagination – is just a part, although a significant one of what usually denotes reality. Ultimately, it is unknown to which of the two genres – reality or fiction our world belongs”.
Many of them strong, fierce and cheerful
Those who killed elephants and Men
Those who died from thirst in a desert,
And froze on the edge of eternal ice
But still faithful to our planet,
Strong, cheerful and fierce…
Digital Coded telegram VHV
Confidential level: B.
To the commander of the 156th squadron of 1U Fleet,
Colonel Kokum Yohoud.
I have to inform you, that yagdishwalder-42 of the entrusted squadron, did not reach the area of concentration to participate in the landing attack operation the “Eartl”.
I also do not have the data concerning the dislocation of LG-42.
From the beginning of Natotevaal.
Commander of the tactic group ‘Eartl’,
Lieutenant Colonel, yagd Aprehum Scisert.
Digital Coded telegram AHM
Confidential level: A.
To the commander of the 156th squadron of 1U Fleet,
Colonel yagd Kokum Yohoud.
I have to inform you, that two hours ago the picket boat from patrol division 255, has detected pieces of the 1st class battleship’s ‘Marshall Tote’ armor plating in sphere sector A13N45. The battleship has traces of mixed impact nuclear attack and surface melting, typical for annihilation weapons of the enemy.
With the help of convoy raider ‘Haldesmemur’, of 17th separate destructive crew, we were able to detect and gather a great number of combat vessels and airlifters’ fragments with mark of yagdishwalder-42.
/A copy to the Special secret service Department
of the 3rd Galactic Directory
From the beginning of Natotevaal.
Commander of the picket boat ‘Ropin-6’
255 patrol division,
Lieutenant Kannet Prehur.
Digital Coded telegram AHO 69
Confidential level: A.
To all combat vessels of the squadron 156 Fleet 1U.
I hereby order:
– To abort all current tasks and block the areas adjacent to the sphere sector A16N45 according to the scheme ‘Net’.
– To organize a search for survivor vessels and rescue boats of yagdishwalder-42
– To bring the lock scanners of the second and the third watch on combat duty
– Cancel leave and enter the mode of 1A degree alert
– Commander of the ‘Tybentite’ battleship, Captain Grafog Tertisote should launch an investigation concerning the circumstances of the YAG-42 destruction.
/A copy to the General Headquarters
Of the 3rd Galactic directory
Mars 18 a.c.
Commander of 156th squadron of 1U Fleet,
Colonel yagd Kokum Yohoud.
The earth, covered with glittering scales of cirrus clouds, decorated with scrolls of ocean cyclones seemed to be a figment of someone's whimsical fantasy.
Slowly spinning around like a huge lazy ball, it seemed, it took dense blackness from deep space and spread it on its surface in various colors and shades of blue, from smoky, white and blue on the edge of the atmospheric film, to dark ultramarine over the ocean breaks.
Awakening continents slowly crawled out on the sunlit side, showing spots of deserts, forests, wormholes of megalopolises, negligent strokes of Islands and zigzags of coastlines.
Pilot of the shuttle «Independence» Lieutenant of the SAS air forces, Ronald Whitehouse sighed deeply and not paying attention to this magnificent picture, rubbed his neck on the collar of his spacesuit:
– When it comes to it, nothing ever turns out! – He put a krypton cutter that has not yet cooled off, in his backpack, circled around the bent bracket that jammed the docking rim of the rescue capsule, and perched on the edge of the shunting engine.
Aiming, he slung a piece of the rod from a broken solar battery from hand to hand, and brandished:
The bracket trembled slightly, but didn't move an inch.
The astronaut himself flew off to the whole length of the tether on an impact and, after he had stopped the indiscriminate tumbling with great difficulty, began to maneuver the back pack, attempting to re-approach the odious piece of iron:
– Hey, Mackliff, Mackliff, hey! I can’t do it. We should try something else. Maybe we can descend with the Germans?
Air crackled, and the nervous voice of John Mackliff, the flight engineer, came through:
– The Germans are in no better conditions than us. Depressurization of the capsule. All of their life support systems have failed. Ronald! If you don't straighten out this piece of iron shit, we are going to die, damn it!
Prickly shivers ran down Whitehouse’s back; the indicator of the sleeve altimeter showed indifferent figures-«334».
Only three minutes ago the altimeter was showing 335, 5 miles at perigee. «Independence» was falling down rapidly, narrowing down the number of turns of orbital rotation. Having miscalculated the power of the back pack jet, Whitehouse hit the casing of the radio telescope, broke the sun visor of his pressure helmet and having made a ridiculous flip, found himself on the other side of the Shuttle.
At the right side of ‘Independence’, like a dark sprout, the streamlined hull of the German military ship ‘Das Rhein. WN-4962’ was sticking out.
An authentication check box of the Euro-Asian Community contrastingly stood out on its black armor.
Six hours ago, when ‘Das Rhein’ started a complex maneuver on the selection of the supply container in close vicinity to the research Shuttle, one of its shunting engines broke down.
At high speed the armored nose pierced the belly of ‘Independence’, which was covered only by sunshield.
The blow was terrible.
The right solar battery and the wall-mounted fuel storage containers have been torn off from the shuttle; the shield of the aerodynamic braking was messed up, a valuable telescope was broken to pieces, the rescue capsule was damaged, almost all of the flight control systems were deactivated, and the equipment for ozone-plasma synthesis, intended for ozone input into the atmosphere was broken as well.
Jean Dunois, the flight supervisor and George Fujieka, the second pilot were killed because of depressurization of the laboratory and the engine compartment.
Dick Aidem, the general major of the SAS air forces, received multiple fractures, concussion of the brain and now was lying unconscious in the control room under the supervision of the navigator – Alexander Dybal.
The German ship was less damaged.
However, everything that had been fixed in it without welding, was swept away from its places by inertial acceleration; the clamp bolts were cut from the storage batteries, as well as the main and local computers, propulsion systems, aiming systems, food containers, not to mention personal belongings of the crew, rubbish, rags and oil from the broken gyroscope that appeared out of nowhere…
All of these things were sadly floating inside the battle station that now looked more like a garbage truck, rather than a military ship.
The Germans were all alive, but two of the four officers had fractures and the board gunner Wolff Lawyer Hoffman was in a comatose state.
Otto Franz Eichberger, the navigator of «Das Rhein», who was performing the duties of a doctor, having examined the Lieutenant just sighed:
– Poor Hoffman, he can only be saved on Earth, in a special ‘Raumwaffe’ hospital in Dusseldorf.
Several minutes after the collision, having lost the opportunity of using their engines and in a state of shock, ‘Independence’ and ‘Das Rhein’, sharply started to de-orbit and began to fall.
A few minutes later, having lost contact with the outer world, people realized that there was no possibility to use their rescue capsules and from the thought of it they winced; this was not just a heavy accident: it was a disaster.
For the last two hours Whitehouse has been shaking the bracket, Mackliff has been trying to somehow establish the external communication, and call the repair vessel on duty.
All the while three Germans were consistently working on sealing their capsule.
Now, seated on the cracked telescope casing «Hubble-514», Whitehouse was a doleful observer of their vain efforts to hammer in the titan-stratum fiber into the microscopic cracks by melting them with krypton.
The titanium was bubbling, forming small spheres of an unpleasant brown that burst like soap-bubbles on the rough armor plating, leaving quickly evaporating blots.
At the same time, it was clear that only the astronaut in a pale blue commander’s space suit worked well, and the other two could barely move.
The one, who was meticulously melting the titanium fiber in equal intervals of time, most likely had a broken left arm; it was hanging like a whip.
The other only stirred when an instrument box slipped out of his hands and he had to catch it frantically.
– Listen, Mackliff, do you know what they are doing? Mackliff, hey! Did you fall asleep? Hey!’ – Whitehouse knocked his hand in a dirty white glove on a box of internal communication, which has been finally disturbed; and heard a voice of the flight engineer in response, that sounded muffled like in a dungeon:
– Yes, I can hear you. Who are you talking about?
– The Germans of course, damn it!
– Oh well…They must be messing around with their capsule, like us.
– They are caulking it, like an ancient boat with titanium fiber!
– So are they making progress?
– Seriously? Have you lost your mind, John? Will titanium fiber stand the temperature of atmospheric friction? What about the buffing? I have a feeling that they are doing it only because they want to be engaged in some sort of activity. Perhaps it is easier for them to await their deaths like that.
– Well you do not even try. You are so lazy you will not even wait for your death.
– There is finally a teacher for me! This is insanity. It’s madness to be engaged in this work.
– Of course this is crazy. They are total morons. It is clear as a noonday. They managed to bump into us in void space. I would understand if this happened at zero orbit, because it is crammed with satellites, transports, spotters and other junk waiting for liquidation. – Mackliff coughed and fell silent. You could hear him grinding something and breathing heavily.
Whitehouse took a deep breath.
His stomach was aching with hunger. Cocoa from the thermos has been drunk an hour ago and he did not want to crawl clinging to the rail, get through the narrow doors of the airlock system to change the thermos, check its tightness, and climb back. He had no strength for that.
– Hey, Mackliff, what about the connection?
– Maybe I will be able to fix it…or maybe not, – the flight engineer was obviously nervous.
Whitehouse glanced at the altimeter that was showing 301 mile in perigee, and crawled to his bracket, gently scouring the safety cable.
In order to distract his mind from the gloomy thoughts and a hungry rumbling in his stomach, he switched the intercom headset to a broadcasting wave.
A familiar tongue-twister struck his ears:
– You are listening to CNC, the official radio broadcasting company of the Yokohama pact countries.
Takashi Midzuki is on the microphone.
Transmitting the latest news…
Today at three o'clock (Tokyo time), in Brussels the long-awaited conference on rectification of the consequences between troops of the Islamic States Coalition and the Euro-Asian Union had begun.
The representatives of the military command of the North American community and the Pacific Union will take part in the conference because their troops were also involved in the conflict last year. The conference is held behind closed doors, but it is known from reliable sources that the main issues will be the exchange of prisoners of war and the withdrawal of the forces from the line of demarcation Bombay-Balkhash-Baku-Ankara.
According to our observers, a compromise can hardly be reached, as the main condition of the BIT leader, General Yasser Mohammad Vazir, is the immediate lift of the ban on the export of oil products from the countries of BIG, and the abolition of all trade sanctions… Listen to what is said in the…
A green lamp lit above the right eye of Whitehouse; Mackliff demanded him to switch to internal communication. After the tell-tale voice of the speaker, flight engineer’s speech seemed sluggish:
– Gosh, Ronny! What were you doing? Stop dreaming. Listen, I fixed the transmitter, but I have a feeling that we are being jammed. Do you hear me? Hey!
– I can hear you, but if you do not stop shouting in the headphones my membranes are going to burst. Nonsense! Who would possibly jam someone here? The Germans may be fixing something and that must be the cause of this interference.
-No, it’s not that, the background noise is too stable for ordinary interference.
-You are always imagining things; – Whitehouse slowly turned around and in three hundred yards from the Shuttle saw a matt cylinder with a thin light pen. And he braced his feet on the basis of his camera as if he was capturing an enemy on the wrestling mat of the Amateur club.
– Looks like it is giving in… I have to increase my efforts. What if I try and give a push with my space suit engine? I wish a miracle would happen, for once!
Whitehouse pushed the power lever up and started the back pack.
His shoulders cracked from the tug and a fierce vibration pierced the body, he felt his chest being pressed into metal. On the upper panel of the pressure helmet the reboot lights of all systems of the space suit glimmered violently. The engineer’s voice burst through the roar of the jet:
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