This is an introductory chapter for getting to know the universe of the book and the character. The main events will begin in the next chapter.
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This beautiful morning gave rise to a firm conviction that the whole day, or maybe a week, or even a whole life, would definitely be no worse. A bright yellow star named Lotus illuminated the earth with a generous radiance. It seemed that every tree, house and piece of land shone in response. It is at such moments that the atmospheric anomaly, unique but familiar to my home planet Bryanskaya is best manifested - the visible rays coming from the central disk of the luminary are sinusoidally curved, forming a spherical light pattern, and indeed very similar to a lotus flower. Because of this factor, this aquatic plant with cosmically beautiful flowers, hailing from far, far away mother Earth, is quite popular with us, and has grown by self-planting in all swampy areas of the planet where the climate has allowed. Beauty!.. Eh, so tourists may appear over time. No way!.. To deploy spaceships with tourists on the approach to the star system! Kick in the ass! Сan even use battle gravers. And to project on the Large Dust Disk framing our star system the inscription "it is not allowed here" in all the main languages of the Galaxy - Ros, Atlantic, Slint, Sein, Ansingle, Fakores, and even, just in case, on the tabular matrix writings of Gray Overseers... Although, this is unlikely. This is my cosmic-comic exaggeration. We are too far away even from the major centers of civilization of our native interstellar Republic of Novorossia. I'm not talking about the Alliance, the Empire and the Commonwealth, which remained somewhere there, in the Old Area, in the Orion arm, many centuries ago. They are even further away. However, let them stay there. We don't miss them. Someday the time will come when the tentacles of their colonies reach out to us, but for now - we enjoy the tranquility. From other star systems, someone arrives a couple of times a month, half of them are intruders and foreign scouts, who are regularly intercepted by our spaceships from the Militia of the Star System (hereinafter - MSS). Which confirms the conclusion that centuries of our autonomy will end sooner or later. It's time to think about finding another galaxy... Joke. And the surrounding xenos are not interested in us in most cases. They either haven't taken off from their planets yet, or vice versa, they consider us funny dangerous monkeys, with whom it's best not to mess with if possible. In some ways they are right. We humans can do things that many other intelligent beings simply could not think of. Some of them are aggressive, but there are few of them. We maintain relations, but this way - at the minimum necessary level. If we understand that we don't need to shoot at each other, that's fine. And we don't need more from each other. Why is the planet called "Bryanskaya"? It's simple - it was colonized by distant descendants of the inhabitants of the eponymous Russian city on ancient Earth. The planet is named in memory of the city and region of Bryansk. The names of our cities, plains, mountains, rivers, seas and other elements of planetography are a simple projection from ancient maps of the area and folklore of this small region that once existed on the native planet of mankind. More than a thousand years ago, after the Great Escape, or, as they pathetically write in historical chronicles, the Great Exodus, when after the Great Interstellar War, several million miraculously surviving Russian partisans were evacuated from Earth by the fleets of the Order of the Renaissance and the First Spacefleet of Novorossia. After that, all this broken company, fleeing from the horrors of a total space war, the sad outcome of which they could no longer change, made a record-breaking flight at that time to the neighboring galactic arm, conventionally called the Perseus arm, through the Great Inter-Arm Void, to where human gravpolar-engines had never buzzed. From that moment, the first wave of our new era of colonization began. From this location and time, the first wave of our new era of colonization started. The era of our renaissance began there. And my planet is already quite far from this point. Bryanskaya is a good planet. There are few such pearls - according to the statistics of the Society of Astrography and Astronomy, one completely suitable for human settlement without terraforming, A class A planet occurs on average per thousand stars. However, this indicator varies greatly - there are sectors where there are no suitable "living" planets at all, in which colonists have to live on space stations and settlements under hermetic domes of ecosystems in which they can survive on the surface of dangerous lifeless planets. And there are real clusters of habitable star systems… however, in most cases, they are already occupied by aborigines, often already having initial space transport links within their star systems. There are especially few good planets, given that they are not formed by every star. After all, most of the Galaxy's stars are small and cold red and brown dwarfs, around which large planets rarely rotate. But it is precisely because of this that they gather around themselves enormous swarms of asteroids of all sorts and sizes - from placers of mini-planets to vast accumulations of dust, and all this is mixed into a thick soup, in which it is very easy to disappear without reliable navigation. And it is in such terrible holes that various bastards like to hide, such as space raiders, they are also, colloquially, pirates. But not only them. Fortunately, human pirates rarely appear in our places. And their own, homegrown, and those who accidentally drifted from the Old Area. No one has seen homegrown pirates in our country for the last eight or ten years. Pirates from the Old Area sometimes fly into the outer space of Novorossia when they are fleeing from the space forces of their native states - the Alliance, the Commonwealth and the Empire. They assume that they will not be chased by us. Not quite right, but our star system militias and military space forces also do not favor any pirates, regardless of where they come from. In this they do not differ from their colleagues from the Old Area. Nobody likes pirates. Except for themselves. I don't think I need to explain why. And when it comes only to their own space gang. They fight with each other for spheres of influence almost more often than with space patrols. Pirates from the Old Area have never been seen here in the Ariadne Sector. And that's probably a good thing. With xenos pirates, the situation is somewhat more complicated. Contact with them is difficult, their technique is by no means thoroughly known to us, and from the first time it is difficult to make out who was brought to your star sector- evil raiders, or a completely official space military unit that will not attack you without declaring war. And therefore, just in case, our MSS drive away all xenos ships indiscriminately- trouble is easier to prevent than to treat. We do not have large accumulations of valuables that could attract robbers, we are too far from large economic centers and busy transport routes. Most human-pirates will just be too lazy to get to us... If measured in the usual units of measurement planets- in the Earths, Bryanskaya looks quite small and discreet green-blue planet. A little more than one-third of the Earth. There are no high mountains, the seas are shallow and abound with islands, the seas and land are about equal, but the humidity is high, there are a lot of clouds, the winds are stable. All the more surprising for me is today's absolutely clear sky. And it is not more surprising that, according to statistics, the most foul-mouthed people on our planet are in the Society of Astronomers and Astrographers. Observing stars from the surface with conventional telescopes is still a torment, only orbital observation facilities connected to planetary observatories via satellite communication terminals will help out... And it was not too lazy for someone to calculate who and how much swears. Probably, the Society of Statistics at that moment had nothing with which to load its computing power… A slight inclination of the axis provides Bryansk slightly less pronounced than the standard terrestrial seasonality. And this is with a completely normal attraction of a little more than one G. That is, the planet is very dense, with a very powerful magnetic field. There is little heat from the bowels, and if it were not for a slightly closer relative position of the orbit around the star and a bright natural satellite, it would be very cold here. It is felt - the difference between moonless and moonless nights here is up to several Celsius. It looks like nonsense, but in fact it's serious. Because of this, we have two familiar phenomena in our 265-day year - the first is winter and summer global, they consistently replace each other for six months, and the second is winter-summer local with a change every two standard earth months.(or spring-autumn, depends on the date). Although we are in a distant galactic outback, we are trying to keep in touch with our common homeland and human civilization as a whole. We have quite a standard galactic (for people) Earth calendar with conditional reference to Greenwich... What is Greenwich? Something ancient Greek, it seems, from the hoary earthly antiquity? Forgot. It will be necessary to ask someone... A couple of hundred thousand kilometers away, a thousand-kilometer satellite of the Moon "Peresvet" is slowly rotating in orbit. Indeed, it is very bright, covered with a crust of snowy salt ice, on moonlit nights it is light almost a quarter of the daily norm. On a full moon, it even creates the illusion that two suns rise alternately in the sky, one bright and large, the other smaller and dim. And in a distant orbit about a million km away from us, a hundred-kilometer "tamed" comet with an atmosphere of gas and dust is quietly spinning, dubbed the Partisan. The mini-satellite is not visible from the planet, but its long gas plume is very clearly visible. Even during the day, it reminds of itself with a pale whitish stripe in the green-blue skies, even on moonless nights, in the midst of bright stars, it temporarily takes the role of the main decoration of the sky from Peresvet. I've heard that people in the Old Area are afraid of comets flying past planets. They consider it a bad sign. Nonsense, in my view. Especially now, when the comet can be towed or even sprayed. It was not possible to completely do without terraforming on Bryanskaya. During the initial examination, it turned out that there is too much oxygen in the atmosphere, and it is rarefied - almost a quarter of the earth's pressure. Usually it's not enough, but here... It was with the help of comets that this problem was solved. The colonists did not want to constantly walk on their new planet in masks, live in airtight houses and breathe through the ass. They had to carefully bombard the planet with billions of tons of crumbs from comets, since there are comets with a high content of nitrogenous compounds in the system and they did not have to be driven by interstellar transports from no one knows where. The operation was successful, as a result, most of the local animals that were at the very beginning of the evolutionary path (even the land was not inhabited yet) quickly died, and people and plants and animals brought with us from Earth and other living planets quite successfully took root. In general, the planet is beautiful, calm and quite safe. True, gray-haired mens (and womens) from the Planetary Control Society (geologists, geophysicists, etc.) say that our planet is young, like the whole system as a whole, and in tens of millions of years irreversible geological changes may begin with a change in the composition of the atmosphere, intense volcanism, perhaps even with an increase in size and a decrease in gravity, and other delights of the planet entering maturation. Well, millions of years is not fast. We'll wait... But this is a very popular topic on amateur TV shows and network resources. And what about the official ones? But nothing. In only amateur, there are no other producers of the "cultural product" on our planet. Like most of everything else. The state represented by the Defense Council, the Order of the Renaissance and the political structures of the Republic of Novorossia are on their own, they carry out general military coordination, standardization, state colonization, development and implementation of the most advanced technologies and so on, we are the planetary and space settlements of the Ros- on our own. We even have our own planetary and space militia. We support each other mainly through cultural and technological exchange, unite if necessary to repel threats from outside, exchange resources if someone lacks something, but there is no direct subordination. This paradigm was formulated and established immediately after the Great Exodus by the Great Founders... (I think you've noticed that everything that concerns the events of a thousand years ago proudly bears the prefix "great, and not otherwise!")... in fact, it was a bunch of space adventurers who began their space career with anti-raider activities. Later they transformed into a real combat space brotherhood, hardened by battles with raiders. Subsequently, after the war, with the support of the Phoenix Corporation, also great and legendary, which later became the Order of Renaissance, they were miraculously able to pull the remnants of the people who almost died in the war from Earth to the other side of the Galaxy. However, the irony is not very appropriate here - the Founders were worth their current glory. They have had trials that are scary to think about now. Everyone now knows the names of the most famous of them. Vlad Pozharsky, Adele Lesnikova, Ariadna Belikova, Alexey Monin, Heydar Zeynalov, Andrey Engeld, Sergey Volin... The full list will be very, very long. These names won't mean anything to people in the neighboring galactic arm, but for us they are great heroes, thanks to whom we exist. There are monuments to them on all the planets and stations of Novorossia, hundreds of books have been written about them, movies and even virtual games have been shot, where you can immerse yourself in the role of a group of conspiratorial cyber-saboteurs, anti-raider fleet, or even participate in a life-saving Exodus... It's good that they didn't make a religious cult out of them then. It could be, and in some places, they even tried to do it - after all, the images of the Founders are a ready-made pantheon of gods whose exploits will easily surpass the deeds of ancient legends. But, the Education Society, in order to avoid exactly such a turn of events, from the very beginning deliberately did not hide all the information about them- these wonderful people with a divine aureole began like an ordinary gang, although with noble goals, but they used quite gangster methods to achieve their goals - from murders, break-ins and kidnappings to terrorist acts. They became a group to fight raiders in space a little later. And more involuntarily than voluntarily. It so happened that they got into such a stream of events when they were no longer carrying forward their purpose, but the purpose was carrying them forward. Being already an anti-raider group, they did not take raider prisoners and did not shun any meanness towards them, in fact, differing in behavior from the pirate bastards only in that they fought with them. In fact, at the beginning of their journey, the Founders were pirates who killed and robbed only other pirates. And they handled it well. With the beginning of the war, they acted even more harshly, spitting on all the conventions and "civilized rules of warfare" that existed at that time. On the other hand, all parties to the conflict then spat on these rules. After the war, they enlisted the support of the Phoenix Corporation that survived the war. And when making a Big Escape, they bombarded the Earth-Moon system with masking nuclear bombs - there was simply no other way to break through the forces of the Alliance, the Commonwealth and the Empire and quickly evacuate the partisanes hiding in the underground network. the forces of the evacuation fleet and the opposing space garrison of the Solar System were categorically not equal - they had to get out of it, deliberately committing these terrible acts for the success of Operation Exodus. As a result of this operation, the Earth was terribly poisoned by radiation, covered with the darkness of black clouds, then billions of other inhabitants of the planet paid with their lives for the salvation of several million partisans. The earth became uninhabited for many decades. And it didn't work out to get out of the operation with their heads held high - most of the Founders died in battles during this raid, covering the departure of transports with rescued people from the Solar System with their ships. But, the last of the free and fighting Russians, locked up in the Ancestral Homeland occupied by the enemies, were saved... They are one of the few armed fleets that did not lose combat capability and survived until the very end of the Great Interstellar War, which ended with the complete defeat of the old Russian state. It was they who were able to unite all the surviving Russian forces around them and lead them away from the inevitable death to a new life. It was these people who did not flinch at that terrible time, and they did what others were afraid to do, didn't want to or couldn't cope. and they did what others were afraid to do, didn't want to or couldn't cope. And all this in the eyes of the Roses, that is, us, redeems all their terrible sins for a billion years to come. If it suddenly happens that a bandit saves you from a burning house, you will not reproach him for being a bandit. You will thank him for your salvation. There were no saints in this war. All those who tried to be saints died. And those who survived had to become gods and demons at the same for a time.
I am one of the distant descendants of these partisans rescued from the Earth. Like everyone who lives on our small planet. So yes, formally, it's not quite accurate to call the Founders that way - the exodus and the first wave of colonization in the Perseus arm began later, without them. But they have prepared for this the forces, resources, and the idea of a new society born in the midst of the fire of total war, which probably could not have appeared in another place and time. They made the creation of a new society generally possible. And it cost their first descendants, followers, serious efforts and time to organize a new society so that it would not run into the old stones on which old Russia stumbled, and so that everything worked as planned by the Founders even before the Exodus. And in general, from the height of centuries, it can be stated that everything turned out even better than expected. As a result, the long-standing conflict between the state and society almost does not concern us. With all the advantages and disadvantages of such a position. Advantages- almost no one pulls us from above and does not rip us off. Lack- we have to take care of most aspects of life ourselves, and it's not easy. In the star sectors of Novorossia, which are considered central, the influence of administrative structures is felt more strongly, but we are far from all the centers, we have a wild corner. In a good meaning. People organize themselves into groups, learn directly from each other, interact with each other on the principle of healthy necessity, with the understanding that if we do otherwise, either a despot will appear among us who will one day want to rule slaves, or everyone will slide into the Stone Age. Bosses are temporary, but necessity, duties and responsibilities are permanent. There is a minimum of bureaucracy, and even the Society of Bureaucracy itself exists not to get on people's nerves, but because there are times when it is impossible without documentary support of processes. Bureaucrats who meddle in someone else's business, where bureaucracy is not needed, are beaten here. Probably that's why they very rarely meddle in someone else's business. For example, when designing radiation and chemically hazardous facilities. We do not use money because it is not necessary in our model of society - with our small and small population (there are hardly a couple of million people on the planet) - it is easier to produce, distribute and consume everything necessary for life at home, on the spot. As a last resort, if necessary, we can exchange resources with other settlements for large projects. And the settlers themselves, with rare exceptions, understand that this is a severe necessity. Otherwise, the whole system of the new society, which has been established for centuries, will fly into a black hole. In the yard we have a kind of advanced socialism, well, or a medieval commune, pumped up to the cosmic level- people work as best they can and are able to, get a certain set of everything necessary for life, some of which they automatically produce themselves one way or another, while in a defined position in any of the Societies. People don't get married - if two people want to live together and have children, they do it without asking anyone. And if they don't want to, then no documents, seals, electronic matrix indexes and other creations of bureaucracy will save them from the collapse of relations. We don't live richly, but no one dies under bridges either. In particular, because we do not have bridges in the classical form. To whom such orders are not to their liking - all doors and orbits are cheerfully open. In the absence of personal spaceships, anyone can get into the interzone at the space port orbital station and fly away on the first alien ship under any possible pretext or without asking at all. The departure of the dissatisfied is only welcome - there are fewer potential scoundrels who, because of their failed hopes, will shit on others. The departure of the discontented is only welcome - this way we have fewer potential scoundrels who, because of their failed hopes and ambitions, will harm the people around them out of spite if they stay. And regularly some small part goes away to foreign star systems - to neutrals living in the old way, and the space powers of humanity in the Old Area. Some even try to fly away to the xenos. But there are few of them at all. At the first wave of new colonization, it seemed to the ancestors that twenty thousand light-years, which the Founders had moved away from the Old Area, was sooo much, but today, in the 3500s according to the standard Earth calendar, the newest starships with the best gravpolars overcome this distance in a day or two, the old flying troughs of previous generations, which are more than a hundred and fifty years old, - in a month, provided that if you do not plod between the stars, but dive into the Outer Galactic Abyss, fly over the disk of the galaxy in the purest space and get closer to the finish point to go down again, into the space of the galactic arm. Almost teleportation. It took the Founders years to make such a flight. And the once seemingly reliable escape from civilizational relatives now resembles the escape of a naughty child from his mother to the backyard. The comparison is not the most successful in meaning, but technically it is quite correct. Why do some Roses fly away from their home planets? In different ways. For what is impossible or extremely difficult to achieve with us. In pursuit of untold wealth and luxury, absolute power over others, adventures or just a different way of life. Most of them disappear forever, someone achieves wealth and fame and becomes known for many parsecs, someone banally settles in criminal organizations, for example, smugglers and raiders, or even puts together their own gangs, replenishing the databases of the starsystem militia with characteristic gloomy faces of detective neuroprojections with the eloquent signature "Wanted!". Very few of those who have left return home. However, they are not allowed back just like that, without checking - you never know what the failed returnee took with him from the places where he visited. These are not always safe things... It is very easy to leave us, but it is difficult to come back. And in some ways I even understand these "outsiders". It's pretty quiet and peaceful here, and only a fool can't appreciate it, but sometimes it's so boring and dreary that even flies fall on the fly. Yes, these creatures were also brought from Earth. Together with mosquitoes. Of course, not on purpose - these cunning synanthropes have perfectly taken root themselves, without asking anyone.
I was thinking too much. All of the above... it's long gone. Such a bright morning, and I dived into a not too cheerful, albeit very edifying pool of people's memory... This happens to me often, and always at the wrong time. All right, away with it all! There will be more time to be sad, but for now-everything is not so sad at all. I am Vlad Gor, I am sixteen years old, I have relatives, friends, I finished the last tenth stage of general education this spring, and now I'm thinking where to move on. The whole life is ahead, as some mature like to say with a touch of envy. And then everything was complicated. Every member of Society is obliged to benefit others - by work or study. The idle and those who have not found themselves in life are not oppressed (already well), but they also do not like. After all, the more such people there are, the less effective Society is. Others will not leave such a person to starve to death, especially if it is someone's friend, but they will try in every possible way to convince and re-educate him. But even such rare passive and apathetic people are not lost to Society, they can also be attached. Most often, such characters join the ranks of "socially useful employees" - observers, messengers, informants, lower-level assistants, etc. - stupid and tedious, but simple and unstrained work, ideal for those who have not learned anything but do not want to work hard on ore mining or garbage processing- we use such work as punishment for not too serious offenses. And since we are not demigods, but ordinary people who can make mistakes and be stupid from time to time, someone regularly does some shit, by mistake or on purpose. As a result, ore pits and mobile plasma sprayers of garbage are never left idle. Whether or not to send a "loser" to correctional labor is up to the people around him. The recipe for how never to ride on a garbage can and not to hammer ore in quarries is simple - behave decently. Then even if you say some unpleasant nonsense by mistake, the probability that you will be forgiven increases. Alas, not everyone is capable of this 24/7. Well, if a person does not take care of himself and regularly gets into trouble, then he will ride on a garbage can until he gets smarter. I have also been in the skin of a scavenger more than once. However, there are people who do not consider such work a punishment, and treat it calmly. In addition, those who need recycled raw materials for their affairs often sort out the garbage themselves, and those who need good metal sometimes look for stones, ore and in quarries themselves.
I remember a funny case when the famous musical group "Strips to the Zenith!" got together with me on the "garbage punishment", whose work I really like. It turned out that they caught up with moonshine in search of inspiration and came to the concert drunk. But it is forbidden to appear in such a state in public with us. And the act is not beautiful. They were almost beaten then, and one of the spectators wanted to shoot the would-be musicians at all, but he was restrained by others in time. As a result, the failed (fortunately) shooter went to the "garbage punishment" together with the musical group "Strips to the Zenith" - waving a weapon in a situation where you can do without it, we do not approve. If they did not agree, the surrounding people would have sent into exile both the musicians and the one who wanted to shoot them. That would be much worse. There I heard all this from them, one might say, firsthand. Our media discussed this case for a long time that day in colors. However, this did not affect the fame of the music group "Strips to Zenith". I would even say their fame has increased since then. But they didn't come to their concerts drunk anymore...
If the "patient" is hopeless and continues to create bullshit and spit on others, it may all end in exile - we have a humane alternative to the death penalty - when a person has thoroughly annoyed everyone around, but does not pose any particular danger. There have been cases, and more than once. At the same time, it is not even necessary to throw the unfortunate person out of the settlement or from the planet - the process is purely internal, it's just that everyone around with the declared exiled subject completely ceases to have any business - to communicate, help, provide any services. Complete indifference, and the one who shows criminal leniency automatically joins the "exiles". The measure is effective - no violence or humiliation, especially given the fact that our people walk with weapons (the habit was inherited from the rescued earth partisans, who considered any attempts to deprive them of weapons as a mortal insult), and waving their fists without prior agreement is simply dangerous - you can get a bullet. Most people come to their senses after such collective ignore therapy and do not repeat old mistakes. Well, if not... Such a person has no chance to take an important and interesting position and a decent material and moral position in society. We do not have pronounced rich and poor, but there is still some stratification depending on the position, activity and some other conditions. According to the law of Societies, educational, industrial technologists, popularly beloved artists and other respected people are entitled to personal official transport, special housing conditions and other small but significant bonuses in our relatively flat society. It is officially stated that these bonuses are not intended to elevate worthy people, but solely to facilitate their activities. Well, one does not interfere with the other. For some, this is even a motive for self-development, although there are few of them. Those who need the "attributes of a sweet life" - money and the opportunity to spend it on anything, luxury, flattery and sybaritic comfort, as a rule, leave the borders of Novorossia. Those who do not need it, just do what they love. I don't care about luxury, but I also don't want to remain an unnecessary loser. Alas. I've always been interested in everything at once and nothing in particular. But I have not yet decided firmly who I want to become and what I want to devote my life to. I tried to do a variety of things, mastered many of them a little, but none perfectly. If I were a genius of the level of Renaissance Titans, no problem, but I'm not a genius. Not even hidden. An ordinary guy is of medium height, moderately strong, pleasant to the face, calm, if no one infuriating me off. I proudly wear a magnificent mane of shiny brown hair (girls are jealous, and sending those who advise me to get a haircut far and for a long time has become one of my favorite daily entertainments). A funny circumstance, my father, Vlad Gor Sr., is a strong pale, fair-haired, touched with gray hair, my mother, on the contrary, is a short and elegant tanned brunette. And in the end, my younger sisters Daria and Irina are more like their father, and I am more like my mother. These are the hilarious wonders of genetics... By the way, my father is not from our planet. He hails from the central worlds of Novorossia. Nineteen years ago, an landing-spaceship on which he, as part of a group of Space-Infantry, flew to storm the base of the raiders, who then pretty much disrupted the exchange of resources and the flow of passengers between the star sectors of the Ariadna Ring and Clover. The spaceship was intercepted by these same raiders, they managed to regroup and ambush. There were a lot of them, the space strike group had to retreat. The retreat did not go very smoothly, the ship on which my father was flying had to retreat in a completely different direction than the others, otherwise it would have come under fire from raider unmanned fighters. They still came under fire, but managed to escape. The jump to the neighboring system was unsuccessful - there was nothing really there, and it was unwise to go back - the raiders did not go anywhere. It was also unwise to give out your location by gravcom. The crew had to carefully examine the map of the sector, listen to the gravitational ether, look for inhabited systems of people with space bases. That's just the Ariadna's Ring sector is very extensive, but it is not very densely populated. The nearest system turned out to be ours- the Lotus. The landing-spaceship could not reach it - within a radius of several parsecs it was necessary to use gravcom and send a distress signal. Soon the sentry space-corvettes of our MSS came to their aid. Alas, it took a very long time to repair the ship - it received a lot of damage, which made it dangerous to fly on it. The space-crew and the space-infantrymen were stuck on the planet Bryanskaya for a long time. And then my father met my mother and chose to stay with us forever. They accepted him without any problems. All this, of course, from his own words. Perhaps he hid something from me and told me inaccurately, but there is no reason for this. After all, he had told about the retreat, but he could have lied that they had defeated all the raiders then. Anyway, he has since said goodbye to military service. The Space-Infantry of Novorossia is equipped with volunteers, and they did not require him to return to service. Since then, he has chosen to become a writer - he writes short stories, novels, scripts for those who make films and virtual games. People like it.
In general, I wanted to become a cool combat space pilot. Of course, there is one option where to move on. I remember, from the age of six, I couldn't watch enough films produced by our Order of Reneissanse, especially about space adventures, immortal masterpieces that have become classics, like "Project Omega", "The Fall of the Phoenix", "The Birth of a New Dawn", and so on... All as one, fiercely pretentious, epic, to one degree or another documentary, and, importantly, beautifully and brilliantly executed. And I firmly decided - even if the galaxy turns in the other direction, but I will definitely become a real pilot of the Military Space Forces of Novorossia. (hereinafter referred to as MSF). And not by any one, but by the pilot of a fighter bolid of a space aircraft carrier group, and the best!.. Yes, it's normal to dream about this at the age of six or eight. There were opportunities - even in our town there is a club of young spacemen, there are such on all planets and residential stations of Novorossiya, all these are units of the ubiquitous network structures of the Defense Council. With hundreds of other guys and girls, I joined the club and attended it every free evening after going to the House of Education, colloquially, school. With the consent of the parents, of course, they were only in favor, especially since the father himself served, though not as a spaceman, but as a Space-Infantry , participated in battles with raiders and some xenos hostile to Novorossia a couple of decades ago, during his turbulent youth). At the club, we studied the theory of space movement, communications, transportation, logistics, the general initial military space program, reviews of equipment and strategies of potential enemies (this is considered everything except ourselves) Naturally, we were taught according to a highly simplified and accelerated program adapted for children. In the real military academies of the Defense Council, and even more so, in the secret structures of the Order of Renaissance, they teach much more in-depth. We raced on flight simulators, engaged in spacefleet-fencing, and felt like incredibly cool conquerors of space, without leaving our home planet. However, we also had orbital flights together with the star system militia. It was then, looking down from the cockpit of a light bolid, a thousand kilometers above ocean level, that I really realized how huge our planet is... and at the same time so small. And almost uninhabited- even the Sovetsky city, the largest on the planet, seemed like a brilliant star somewhere in the blue-green expanses shrouded in haze, and its best sign was the spaceport hovering above it in stationary orbit, shining with another star. But the orbital spaceport is a giant of modular blocks the size of a quarter of a city. How infinite are the bottomless, black depths of space! How far away are the stars, and what a miracle that people have learned to overcome these seemingly absolute distances. On screens and projections, it feels a little different - there is nothing important, decisive. Impressed by all this, I got down to business so abruptly that I quickly became the best in the squad in literally everything - from aerobatics to handling a fleet-epee, and I won't say that the others were lazy. Everyone tried their best... well, as the best... the most bouncy frog in our little frog house. Now I understand that a real mature MSF-pilot, even with equal bolides, would have disabled our group before we would have noticed him... But every year I realized more and more that the driver of the bolid is a little not mine. Firstly, I liked working in the team of the patrol corvette simulator more. It even turned out that I have the makings of a commander - to organize the work of several crew members into a single volitional effort that leads to the desired result - I managed it! However, only when I was in the mood. When I felt like I was one with the crew. Alas, every year the mood became less rather than more. It turned out that I have a persistent allergy to submission. And the command, too. But there's nothing to do alone in space. Well, if only in a flea-class bolid from one orbital station to another, and even then the dispatcher leads you and tells you what to do. Every year I cooled down to this activity, and every year my initially phenomenal results sank more and more confidently. Three years ago, I was transparently hinted that if I don't want to go to the club, no one is holding me. Nevertheless, I tried to pull myself together and made it to the end. Maybe I would have left, but our training system is built like this - several of the best representatives of the squad take a dozen children from a younger graduation under their wing, and teach them everything they learned last year. If necessary, they are helped by older comrades. We don't have teachers - the young spacemen club is a completely self-supporting system, like most of all other organizations that we call Societies. There is only a curator from the educational part of the militia of the star system, with whom general issues on the implementation of curricula and exams are solved. He also acted as an intermediary from the Defense Council, which monitored our training and took note of the best. The best of us had a chance to get an internship in the starsystem militia, and the best of the best - straight to MSF. And imagine, I would have taken and said to my twelve wards, whom I have known for years, "goodbye, I'm tired of all this, I'm off, good luck, flyers.".. That would be categorically wrong. In general, as a last resort, I could enlist in the starsystem militia. The minimum necessary knowledge and skill is there, the right thing. But... that's all later!
In the meantime, I remembered a very important matter.